P is for Paddles and The Rower’s Paddle

Day 16 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


Lexan Paddles – I hear they’re super ouchy!


Hairbrush Paddles – Don’t have one, not gonna buy one!hair brush paddle

Leather Paddles – definitely has a certain appeal!leather paddle Wooden spoon – another super ouchy spanking tool.paddles2 Paint stirrers – would not want to try out those plastic ones!paint stirer Rice Paddles – No idea how they’re used but can imagine one use.

Rice paddlesWhat’s your favorite paddle?

Here’s a short excerpt from The Rower’s Paddle:

“Get undressed.” It came out sounding like an order.

Looking at his blue eyes she asked, “Is that like a command? Get undressed?”

“Take it any way you want, babe. Just get your clothes off. Now.”

A shiver ran down her spine and she thought how hot he sounded when he told her to get undressed. Like he knew he was in charge. Like he expected her to do exactly what he said.

She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Pushing the jeans to the floor, she stepped out of them. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor.

Glancing over at Mike, she saw he was nearly undressed as well. Only his boxer shorts were left on. Slipping them off, he went to sit on the bed.

Jenny slipped out of her bra and panties and walked over to the bed. He pulled her close so she was standing between his legs. Running his hands down her arms and then letting his fingers skim over her hips, he looked up into her eyes.

“Are you ready for this?”

She knew he was asking if she was ready to be spanked. Afraid her voice would come out in nothing more than a squeak, she nodded her head in agreement.

“Okay then. I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you.”

The Rower's Paddle
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O is for Orgasm

Day 15 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


Orgasms. Do you fake it to make your partner feel good about him/herself?  How many can you have in succession?


Poor guys, it seems women have all the luck when it comes to orgasms.


That must have been a hell of a night!


I’m all for this one! Every day an ORGASM day!

And my question to you is this: Have you ever been spanked to orgasm??

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N is for Nipples

Day 14 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


Nipples come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They can stand out and be erect almost all of the time. Or they can be flat and smooth most of the time and then become hard due to stimulation by clothes, cold temperatures, or other attention. They come in varying shades of pink and brown. Like everything else about our bodies, women tend to worry about if their nipples are “normal” or different from other women’s nipples.


When I was unmarried I went to a bar with a girlfriend and a man approached me and offered to buy me a drink. He was good looking and I accepted. No sooner did our drinks arrive and he said, “Did you know you have thirteen bumps around your nipples?”  What a lame pick-up line! I asked him what made him think he knew how many bumps I have and he claimed all women have thirteen bumps.

Guess what I did when I got home? Yep, I stood in front of the mirror and counted those bumps. He was wrong. Then I called my friend and she too had checked out her bump count. Neither one of us had thirteen bumps and the number of bumps wasn’t even the same on both breasts. I didn’t see that guy again and I wonder how successful his stupid pick-up line really was.

So how many of you are going straight to the mirror to count your bumps?

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M is for Maid for the Cowboy

Day 13 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


Today I’m repeating a post from the past when I first published Maid for the Cowboy.

Maid for the Cowboy final

Maid for the Cowboy

Callie has been caught standing on a stepladder, washing windows. A dangerous activity to Joe’s way of thinking. He gives her a good talking to and promises a trip to the woodshed if she does something like this again. The following day, after the bossy cowboy and his brothers leave for the day, Callie decides to finish the window washing job. Here’s what happens next:

Callie took the stepladder and her window washing supplies and went outside to finish up the job Joe had interrupted. What Joe didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Or her, for that matter. She giggled to herself as she thought about his threat of taking her on a personalized tour of the woodshed.

She made good progress, finishing the side she was working on the day before. The back of the house had the screened in porch so she moved along to the third side and continued her work. She was about halfway through with that side of the house when she heard Joe clearing his throat behind her.

At least he didn’t startle her this time. She kept working, pretending she hadn’t heard him. Butterflies were doing some kind of jig in her belly as she wondered what he was going to do.

“I thought you understood me when I said no stepladder when you’re here alone.”

“Well, it’s too beautiful a day to spend inside and the windows need cleaning. I’m almost done and I haven’t had an accident, so all your worrying was for nothing.”

“That’s not the point, Callie. The point is I said no stepladder. I also remember telling you what would happen and not to test me.”

“Yep, you did,” Callie pretended not to be concerned. “But I can’t wait till someone is around to do my work. All is well, so no need for you to get your underwear in a bundle.”

She could see his reflection in the window. It wasn’t crystal clear, but she could make out enough to tell he was fuming. What would he do?

Joe put his hands at her waist, picked her up and set her on the ground. Holding her arm with his right hand, he put his left foot on the second step of the short ladder and then pulled her quickly over his hard thigh and began spanking her bottom.

“What are you doing!? Let me up!” Callie yelled, kicked, and cursed.

“Unless you want me to carry you to the woodshed, I suggest you hold still and quit yelling.”

He spanked her denim clad bottom with his hand about fifteen times while Callie tried to hold still. She suddenly was pretty sure he’d follow through on his threat to take her to the woodshed. This spanking was painful enough that she had no desire to see what might await her in the woodshed.

He finally let her up, and gripped her arms with his hands, making her face him. “I hope you understand I mean business. We’re out here far from medical help and we all need to do things as safely as possible. You will listen to me and do what I tell you when it comes to your safety. Next time I have to spank you, it won’t be over your clothes. Do you understand?”

Callie was stunned into silence. She nodded her head in reply as she tried to figure out what had just happened. He had spanked her! Like she was a naughty, disobeying, little girl!

“I need to hear it out loud, Callie. Do you understand?”

“Y…ye…yes, sir.” She finally stammered.

Joe turned and walked away, leaving her standing there. Confused, not quite able to believe he’d actually bent her over his knee and spanked her, Callie slowly dumped her bucket of vinegar water onto the ground, picked up the stepladder, and went inside. Had anyone seen what had happened? Where were the other brothers? Jamie was still in school, but where the other three?

Most important of all, why were her panties wet and her thighs trembling?

Maid for the Cowboy final

Maid for the Cowboy:

Things heat up between Callie and Joe almost from the start when Callie is hired after answering an ad for a position as housekeeper/cook for five cowboy brothers on their ranch in Arizona. She learns the hard way that Joe means it when he says safety is the most important concern on the ranch. This lesson is given with Callie over Joe’s knee and his big hand delivering hard spanks to her bottom.

The attraction between Joe and Callie grows into much more. Soon Callie is in love and has to ask herself if she can reconcile herself to a life with a cowboy who delivers a spanking every time she does something he considers dangerous or unsafe.

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L is for Lips

Day 12 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


L is for Lips. Lovely, luscious lips.


Kissable lips.


Lips that make you think of sweet candy.

candy lips

Soft and velvety lips.

Luscious lips

Lips captured between the teeth in that sexy come hither look. Or maybe its the look you get right when you realize you’re in trouble.

biting lips

There are of course other types of lips. But I didn’t think pictures of those lips would be appropriate on my blog. Just let your imagination run wild on those.

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K is for Kudos to all our Bloggers

Day 11 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


K could have been for kisses. But I’m sure there’ll be other participants who’ll kiss their way through K.

I want to say Kudos to all our bloggers who are working so hard getting a post up every day during this challenge. There are a number of bloggers who write posts a couple of times a week or more. They participate in Saturday Spanks! and other regularly featured blog hops.  I actually envy how they manage to blog so much. Not only do they blog, but they twitter regularly and post on Facebook frequently. It makes me wonder how the heck they get any book writing done. Compared to most of them, I’m a slacker.


Even though I have more books published than some of our regular bloggers, my promotional efforts leave a lot to be desired. Yes, I’m going to make excuses now. I have two other jobs besides writing. Both of those jobs are sort of full time, but not really. One is in sales and while I do something in that job every day and some days it takes up the entire day, it’s not really a 40 hour a week job. The second job is not in sales but is similar in that some days are super busy with a lot to do and other days I can let things slide and get some writing in.

I try and write at least 1500 to 2000 words a day. Every so often I manage to do 5000 words in a day. On my treadmill desk I can usually write between 1100 and 1700 words in the hour and nine minutes that I’m on it. Yes, I know that the hour and nine minutes comes to a total of 69 minutes. Please, get your minds out of the gutter.

I signed up for this blog challenge in an effort to make myself work harder at getting my name and my books more visibility. That is the whole purpose of blogging, isnt’ it? But it’s been a challenge getting something up on the blog every day. Thinking of a subject for the day’s letter, then writing it, then hunting down pictures. I can’t believe how much time I spend looking for pictures I can use.

So today, for the letter K, I’m saying Kudos to all the bloggers who manage to ‘do it all’ so effortlessly. There’s too many to list, which makes me feel even more like a slacker. Or if not a slacker, then just a disorganized person who can’t get it together.

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I is for Ice

Day 9 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


Ice is something I can’t get enough of living in the desert. I don’t like drinking warm water when it’s 110 degrees outside. I keep half a dozen water bottles in the freezer. They are filled only halfway and then frozen. When I need water, I just fill the bottle up the rest of the way and I have ice water until the block of ice melts. On most days I go through 3 or 4 of these bottles. If I’m out all day I keep a small cooler in the car with my icy bottles and a couple of bottles of water to fill them with.  Ice water is so much more refreshing than warm water.

There are other, more creative ways to use ice. Try a few ice chips in your mouth just before going down on your man. Your ice cold tongue on him can be very hot. He can try it on you as well.


I’ve heard of it being used as a punishment though I’ve never experienced that particular use of ice. As some of you are aware – I’ve never experienced punishment. Everything that goes on here is for fun and pleasure only.  The way I understand it is that a cube of ice is inserted (guess where) and remains there as it slowly melts away. Gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

What other ways can you think of to use ice?

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H is for Hands

Day 8 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


Aren’t hands wonderful? Isn’t it nice to put your hand in your significant other’s hand? To feel the warmth and closeness?

It’s nice when you’re canoodling and you wake up to find his hand on your breast or between your legs, cupping your sex. And you know how he loves it when your hands are on him. When you wrap your hand around him and bring him to the point that leads to other things.


The feel of his big hand caressing your bare butt just before he gives you the first strike of your spanking. How he squeezes your cheeks in that moment before the spanking begins in earnest. It’s all so luscious. Even the sharp sting of the smacks as your ass is getting warmer and redder with every blow, it all just adds to the wonderful sensations.

What do you like best about hands?

G is for Gnome Globes


Day 7 of the Spanking Blog Challenge


I’m back to last weekend’s all girl’s pool party for this post. Remember the Jello-shots I featured for the letter E? Well this little gnome was sitting on the pool deck all by himself mooning us the entire weekend. He’s there every year; watching and mooning us.


One night someone ran into the kitchen and came back with a wooden spoon. It was high-time this little man was punished for his wicked mooning.  And so the poor gnome was spanked with the wooden spoon. Unfortunately, he didn’t learn his lesson.

His pants are still down around his ankles, but you’ll notice the globes of his bottom have been reddened by the wooden spoon. Perhaps next year he’ll find a way to keep his pants up or he’ll find himself in even more trouble.