Getting What She Asked For – Saturday Spankings

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings! This is my first time participating in SatSpanks. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while and just never get around to it. I love reading all the little 8 sentence snippets the authors post. It’s a great way to start a lazy Saturday morning. Don’t forget to visit the other Saturday Spankings posts.

Spank Her Now

Stephen and Eve have been married for fifteen years. Their marriage has become boring, their sex life is boring. Eve wants to spice things up and begins sending Stephen anonymous emails with titles like, ‘Does Your Wife Need a Spanking?’
But Stephen doesn’t open them because he’s concerned about getting a computer virus. The emails keep coming and finally Stephen decides to open one. Eve gets much more than she ever bargained for when Stephen decides Eve’s attitude needs adjusting and he takes her over his knee for a long, hard spanking.

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In an attempt to spice up their bedroom activities, Eve has been manipulating her husband to spank her. He’s finally ready to give Eve her first spanking and calls her into their bedroom.

Eve approached him and asked, “What is it, Stephen? What do you want?” She deliberately put an impatient tone in her voice.

Stephen looked up at her and put his arm around her waist as if to draw her closer to him. But instead he bent her over his knee so her ass was directly on his lap. He lifted her skirt and yanked down her panties, exposing the flawless skin of her beautiful ass.

While he was doing all that, he was saying, “Eve, I’ve had it with your snippy attitude; I’ve had it with your impatience. I’ve wanted to give you the spanking you deserve many times, and I’m going to do it now.”


Spank Her More – The Repairman

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Five hot spanking stories! Three short stories and two novelettes.

This snippet comes from The Repairman, the third story in this book of five spanking stories.

Excerpt: His cock was growing hard again, which was exactly the reaction Cindy had hoped for when she purposely dropped the brush. He got up, walked over to her, and took the grill brush from her hand.
“Let me help you with that.” His voice was thick with desire and he just needed to touch her; even if it was nothing more than a brush of his fingers against her hand as he took the tool from her.
Cindy bumped him with her hip and said, “You don’t have to do that. I can do it.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you can do it. But I gotta have something to keep my hands busy right now.”
Oh, this was going better than she planned! He just all but admitted that he wanted to touch her.
“Really?” She teased. “How come?”
“Honey, do you really have to ask? You’ve been prancing in front of me all evening with that tight top and those shorts. Do you always dress like that when you have a man over for dinner?”
“Do you find something objectionable about the way I’m dressed?” Cindy asked.
“Frankly, yes. You barely know me. I could be a serial rapist for all you know. I wouldn’t want my sister dressing like that for some guy she’d only met a few times. And if I had a wife, I’d tan her hide if she dressed like that when a repair man came over.”
“Are you a serial rapist?”
“No, of course not. I’m just saying you should be more careful about how you dress in front of men you barely know.”
“Would you really ‘tan your wife’s hide’ if she dressed like this?”


Spank Her More FinalBlurb: Flying Lessons: Margie is taking flying lessons from a former U.S. Marine who will bring her to task if she doesn’t follow correct flight safety procedure

Sunbathing: Mary is enjoying an erotic audio book poolside when the pool man comes into the yard and sees more than he bargained for.

The Repairman: Cindy just bought a new house but has to keep calling the repairman to help her with her appliances that seem to continually breakdown. Jon informs her she’s in need of a good spanking if she doesn’t start maintaining them properly.

The Fall: Linda’s been trying to bring Domestic Discipline to her marriage for months. Her husband isn’t interested in spanking his wife. That is, until she falls and injures herself because she won’t listen to his advice. Will he finally give her the spanking she craves to ensure she will take precautions to avoid injury?

The Disciplinarian: After losing her husband in a tragic accident, Amy can’t seem to get her life in order. Kevin had always made sure she stayed on track. But he’s gone now and Amy needs someone to hold her accountable. Will she find what she needs when she hires a professional disciplinarian or will it be a terrible mistake?

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Jason’s Solution – Corner Time

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Elle is in trouble again and after her spanking, Jason adds a new element to her punishment.

Excerpt:  He gave her two more smacks to each cheek and then put the strap down and rubbed her bottom. Then he pulled her up and added an additional new aspect to her punishment.

“Now go stand in the corner,” he pointed to the closest corner near the head of the bed.

“Stand in the corner? Why?”

“Because I said so. Stand there with your hands on your head and think about why you were spanked and how you will avoid being spanked for the same thing in the future.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Corner or more of the strap, Elle. Which will it be?”

“How long do I have to stand in the corner?” Elle didn’t like this new thing any better than she liked the idea of the strap, but at least the corner was painless.

“Until I say so. I’ll be right here.”

She sighed, knowing it would be best not to argue. “Can I put my panties back on?”

“No, you cannot. Now get in the corner or back over my lap. Your choice.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” Elle went to the corner and placed her hands on her head. Then she turned her head around and asked, “Like this?”

“Yes, exactly like that. Now face the corner, be quiet, and don’t turn around until I say you’re done.”

“Yes, Sir.” She did as she was told.


Blurb:  Elle and Jason Hammond are a young married couple with two children. Jason earns enough income for Elle to be a stay-at-home mom. To Jason’s dismay Elle is not terribly interested in housekeeping. She’s happy to stay at home but prefers to spend her time watching TV, reading romance novels, and playing games online. On many nights Jason returns home from work to a messy house and no dinner. Elle always apologizes and quickly throws something together for him to work.
After a few years of this, Jason makes a chart of daily chores for Elle to complete. It helps for a few days, but Elle slips back into her old ways. Finally, at his wits end when he comes home to no dinner, toys all over the house, and discovers he has no clean clothes to wear to work the following day, he takes Elle over his knee and delivers a sound spanking.
Jason lays down the law and tells Elle she will be spanked every day if she doesn’t complete her chores. Will Elle put up this new way of life? Will she be able to break her bad habits and make her husband happy? Or will they be bound for divorce court?

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Spank Her So Good – Reliving Her Spanking

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Since the night Mac spanked her for messing up on the marketing materials for the sale of his house, Sam couldn’t fall asleep without reliving it.

Excerpt:  Just like every other night since Mac had spanked her, Sam stared up at her ceiling and relived what she had come to refer to as ‘the humiliation.’ She went over her response when he first suggested she drop her pants and lean over the island counter. What else could she have said? The suggestion had taken her completely by surprise. There had even been a few split seconds where she wondered if her mind was playing tricks on her.

One thing she did know; the moment she realized he was serious, she should have walked out. It had been a mistake to let the state of her financial condition influence her decision to comply with his so-called consequence.

After analyzing the prelude to her capitulation, she relived the feel of his left hand on her back and the first sharp crack of his hand coming down on her panty covered bottom. That first whack had been followed by several more spanks before he’d yanked down her panties and peppered her ass with even harder smacks. Maybe they only felt harder without the protection of her panties.

After Lori told her about being spanked by her former boyfriend as part of foreplay, by the time Sam got to the part where her spanking became a bare bottomed one, her hand invariably ended up between her legs and she pleasured herself while reliving the rest of ‘the humiliation.’

Her orgasm usually came when she got to the part where he threatened a date with his belt if she continued being disrespectful. Why that was the final thing that pushed her over the edge, she didn’t know.


Blurb: Still healing from the loss of her husband three years earlier, Samantha Robbins is struggling to get her real estate career on the right track. When a neighbor on her block tries to sell his house on his own, Samantha calls him hoping he’ll eventually decide to use an agent and hire her.

Mac McClintock needs to sell his house. He inherited it from his aunt a few years ago and was hanging on to it in the hopes the value would increase now that the housing crisis was on the mend. He had a ranch to run and his aunt’s house was taking up too much of his time. He hires Sam, but lets her know in no uncertain terms he expects things to be done in a timely and efficient manner. It takes her less than two weeks to cause him to take her to task for an error in the marketing of his aunt’s house.

Sparks fly when she’s given the choice of bending over his kitchen island counter for a sound spanking or having the listing canceled.

Warning: This story contains scenes involving adult spanking, and the discipline of an adult woman by an adult male. Explicit sex scenes. If you are or may be offended by such material, please don’t buy this book!

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You’re Mine Forever – Clothes. Off. Now.

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Excerpt:  Dan felt it the moment she gave in. Her body relaxed as she kissed him back, she let her tongue caress his tongue, and she moved her hips in answer to his grinding against her. Chelsea stopped trying to buck him off. He had released her hands from his grip above her head and she wrapped her arms around his neck and clutched her fingers in his hair.

She heard him growl; a deep animal-like sound. A shoe slipped off her foot and thudded to the floor. She kicked the other one off and before she knew it, her legs opened just a little bit wider and Dan nestled in even closer.

When he stopped kissing her, she whimpered in disappointment and lifted her head, seeking out his mouth for more.

“It’s still there, Chelsea. We still have that thing between us, that spark, or whatever the hell you want to call it. I still love you and you love me.”

She didn’t want to talk about that now, she wanted more kisses, more grinding; she wanted her clothes off, his clothes off. She wanted him to fuck her. Right now.

“Please, Dan. I want you now.”

Shit, he wanted her too. They could talk later. Right now, he was going to give her what they both wanted.

He released her, jerked his suit jacket off and ripped off his tie. Next his shirt came off. Then he couldn’t wait any longer and he reached under the skirt of her dress and felt the fasteners of her garter belt holding her stockings up.

His cock grew harder. Chelsea still wore stockings and garters. He had asked her to wear them years ago for him just because he thought they were so sexy. She had complied and never went back to pantyhose because stockings and garters made her feel sexy.

Dan unhooked the fasteners and then inched his fingers higher up her thighs letting them feel her damp panties. It nearly undid him.

“Clothes. Off. Now.”

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Blurb:  Chelsea dumped Dan eight years ago after catching him in the arms of another women. Refusing to return his calls, Chelsea moves on with her life. Now it’s their ten year high school reunion and Chelsea is dismayed to find that Dan is there. Dan only wants a chance to tell her she was wrong and try to win her back. Sparks fly when they meet again, but the other woman is also at the reunion.

Chelsea has no intention of listening to what Dan has to say. She’s not going to give him the opportunity to break her heart again.

Dan ‘kidnaps’ her and takes her to his hotel room determined to force her to hear his side of the story. But one look at her luscious lips, and all thoughts of talk fly out of his mind and a hot, steamy night of love ensues.

When he wakes up, Chelsea is gone. Will he get another chance to explain what really happened all those years ago?

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Spank Her Now – Eve Gets Corner Time

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Spank Her Now – Eve gets corner time:

“Well, shit, Stephen.” Eve said now. “I don’t really know what to say.”

“Darling, are you trying to purposely provoke me?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” She asked before she realized she had just spoken two swear words and her tone had been more than just bordering on what Stephen would call snippy.

“I’m sorry, Stephen. I didn’t realize the rules were already in force.”

“They are in force, Eve. And sorry doesn’t cut it; it doesn’t take the words back. I will ask you now to please go to the bedroom, strip off your pants and panties, and stand in the corner by my dresser facing the wall.”

“What? Stand in the corner? With my ass naked? Are you nuts, Stephen? I’m not a child. What the fuck has gotten into you?”

He looked at her very sternly and said, “You are digging a deeper and deeper hole, Eve. If you don’t do as I ask, your punishment will be that much worse. I will not warn you again. Now get in the bedroom and wait for me. I’ll be there shortly.”

Eve sat there and glared at him. Stephen glared back at her. Finally Stephen said, “I will count to three. If you have not started towards the bedroom when I get to three, I will strip you here in the kitchen and turn you over my knee. And when I’m done spanking you in here, I will take you in the bedroom and spank you again. Do you understand?”

Eve was scared now. Stephen had never spoken to her like this. She felt like she didn’t know this Stephen. She got up and turned towards the bedroom. Stephen spoke again, more sharply this time. “Answer me, Eve. Do you understand?”

“Yes! Yes, I understand! Can’t you see I’m heading for the fucking bedroom?”

Stephen shook his head, “There’s that bad attitude again. Eve, I’m afraid you have a lot to learn.”

Eve went into the bedroom without saying anything more. She would only get herself into more trouble with this new version of her husband. She kicked off her shoes, slipped out of her jeans and then the panties. Stephen hadn’t said anything about her top so she left in on and smiled to herself when she realized that this particular top was long enough to cover her ass.

She looked at the corner she was ordered to stand in and realized that Stephen had planned this standing in the corner punishment earlier. His dresser was moved over a little more and there was a small empty space where the corner of the dresser used to be much closer to the corner of Stephen’s nightstand. Now there was enough room for her to slip into the corner.

How humiliating this was; standing here waiting for him to come in and do whatever he was planning to do to her. She knew she was in for another spanking and suspected that this one might be worse than the first one. She hoped there was nothing more he had in mind.

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9/11 – Never Forget





Today is the 13th anniversary of 9/11

 While I don’t normally use my blog for this type of post, today is the anniversary of this horrible event and I just felt it would be the right thing to do.

 NEVER FORGET is a phrase which originated after the Holocaust in Europe. From the late 1940s to 2001 the phrase was used to protest genocide. It is meant for us to remember the atrocities that have occurred in the hopes we won’t let history repeat itself. Since 2001, the phrase has generally been used to refer to the War on Terror and the attacks that happened on 9/11/2001.

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Summer Spanks Winner!



I had so much fun with this blog hop! While reading all the posts did gobble up a chunk of time, I plowed my way through them and loved every single story.

And now it’s time to announce the winner of my post. I used to make the final decision. I entered all the names and hit the randomize button and…

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The winner is Katherine Deane! Congratulations!


Summer Spanks – The Music Professor


Welcome to the End of Summer Spanks Blog Hop! Loads of prizes will be awarded to participants of the blog hop. Click on the image above for a list.

Leave a comment with your email address and I will do a random drawing at the end of the blog hop for a winner of one of my books. Winner can choose from any of my books!


Here’s a short story for your enjoyment:

Minerva was very excited about seeing her piano professor again now that the new semester was starting. He had given her private lessons a few semesters ago and she was sure she was close to getting him to take their relationship to a level beyond that of professor and student. Then it was time for the winter break and much to her dismay Professor Jon Gabriel had gone on sabbatical. Nearly nine months had passed since she’d seen him.

Minnie creamed in her panties every time she thought about him. What a dreamy professor to study classical piano under. He specialized in Lieder music and though it wasn’t what she wanted to focus her music studies on, one look at the fortyish hot professor was enough to change her mind. She soon learned the study of romantic German poems set to music was much more interesting than she had expected.

These mostly nineteenth century poems were typically arranged for a solo singer and piano accompaniment but could be done by a duet, or quartet. After going to a few of Professor Gabriel’s master classes, Minnie became enthralled by the music and even more so by the professor. Six feet tall, dirty blond hair, striking blue eyes, and a commanding presence was more than she could resist.

When she finally coerced him into meeting with her to talk about the possibility of evening instruction, she was excited and oh so hopeful he would catch on to her need for discipline and structure. Disappointment was a hard pill to swallow when it became obvious he was the classic absent-minded professor. It was a constant source of frustration for her when he failed to pick up on any of her hints concerning what she needed.

She purposely made errors just so he would call a halt to her playing and reprimand her. The professor was excellent at lecturing her on her mistakes and how she should correct her bad habits. He spoke with an authoritative voice as a disciplinarian would. It was what had attracted her to him, but he didn’t follow through with anything more than a lengthy lecture on avoiding bad habits and forming new good habits.

Just before winter the break, Minnie had made a bold move after his last assessment of her musical talents. “I’m so sorry, Professor. Perhaps we should devise a system of reward and punishment as an incentive for improvement.”

He had given her a blank look before replying, “You simply need to focus and pay more attention. And practice, practice, and practice more.”

Unknown to Minnie, her final appointment with the professor before the winter break was to be conducted by his assistant. When she entered the practice room, a skinny, geeky girl was waiting for her.

“Professor Gabriel has left on his sabbatical so I’ll be taking over for today.”

“Sabbatical?” Minnie had nearly stuttered. Sabbaticals lasted months, when would she see him again?

“Yes, he won’t be back until the fall semester. Shall we get to work?”

Minnie couldn’t do it. Instead, she excused herself by saying, “Actually, I just stopped by to apologize and cancel for today. Something’s come up, I’m sorry.”

When it was time to register for fall classes she didn’t sign up for one of his classes, opting instead for personal evening instruction. Minnie had a plan.

She dressed carefully for this appointment wearing a white blouse with a black skirt that fell just a few inches above her knees. Under the skirt she wore sheer thigh-high black stockings and a pair of black, lacy bikini panties that left her the better part of her ass cheeks exposed should the professor have the opportunity to peek under her skirt. A black bra under the low cut white blouse was sure to draw his eye to her ample cleavage.

The professor greeted her when she arrived, “Hello, Minerva. I’m glad to see your interest in Lieder is ongoing.”

“Thank you, sir. How was your sabbatical?”

“Very good, thanks for asking. Shall we get started?” He couldn’t help but notice the black shadow of her bra through the white blouse. She carried a long, thin leather case of the kind that might hold a bow for a violin or cello.

She set her things down on the narrow table near the piano, opened her portfolio and withdrew a piece of music she had never played before. She was sure to make mistakes and he would start lecturing her almost immediately. A quick glance at his always neat desk ensured it was ready for her plan.

Minnie began playing, purposely getting the timing off and hitting several wrong keys. Professor Gabriel wasted no time in berating her.

“For heaven’s sake! Haven’t you practiced at all since last we met? Start at the beginning again.”

“Yes, sir.” She answered meekly and began again, clumsily striking the wrong keys.

“Stop! Stop immediately,” he ordered. “This is a waste of my time, Minerva. Either you’ve spent the entire summer without touching a piano, or your talents are even less than I had originally estimated. I suggest we end this now. You may contact me when you’re better prepared.”

“I’m so sorry, sir. Please don’t send me away.” She jumped up from the piano bench and went to the long leather case. Unzipping it, she removed not a bow, but a thin cane. Turning around to face him, she held it out.

“Please, sir. I know what I need. Discipline. I do best when I’m properly disciplined for my shortcomings. If you would just apply this with a strong, firm hand, I know I’ll do better.”

Professor Gabriel took a step back, shaking his head. “This is unacceptable, Minerva. I can’t strike a student with that thing.”

“But sir, technically I’m not your student as I haven’t registered for any of your classes. This is just private instruction and has nothing to do with the college. Please, it would help me so much.” A small tear spilled from her eye.

He ran his hand through his hair, wondering how to respond to this. He should refuse, of course. He should go open the door and ask her to leave. But his cock had awakened at her suggestion that he cane her. The tops of her creamy breasts were straining to be released from the confines of her black bra. What sort of woman wears a black bra under a white blouse?

Seeing his hesitation, Minnie thrust the cane into his hand and stepped to his desk. She bent over it, flipped her skirt above her waist, and then stretched her arms out in front of her to grab the sides of the desk. She felt the cool air on her nearly naked bottom and prayed he would not send her away.

“Please, sir. I promise it will help.” She moved her legs a little further apart and rose up higher on her toes. Her ass was in a perfect position to receive a caning and Professor Gabriel thought he saw a damp spot on her crotch. It was difficult to tell with black panties.

Without any further thought to the matter, he said, “Very well.”

Stepping beside her, he swished the cane several times in the air to get the feel of it. Then he raised the cane and in a short, quick stroke brought it down on her ass. It barely left a mark and her panties interrupted the faint red line that did appear. Unsatisfied with the result, he boldly slipped his fingers beneath the waistline and yanked them down to her knees.

Minnie gasped as the rest of her ass was exposed and inwardly smiled as she settled down for a good caning. She hoped the following strokes would be of more substance than the first one had been.

Tapping the insides of her thighs, the professor said, “Spread your legs further apart.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered and complied. Just to be safe, to be sure she was going to get what she’d been longing for, she added, “If you could strike a bit harder, sir, I believe it will have a greater impact on me.” She giggled a bit at the pun, but he didn’t seem to catch it.

Professor Gabriel felt one should always strive to do their best, no matter what they were attempting to do. Again he swished the cane in the air a few times. Then he tapped it on her ass as if lining up his target.

Minnie felt the cane lift from her bottom, and then heard the beautiful hiss as it swooshed through the air before a red hot bolt of lightening landed across her ass. She screamed and just as he was about to apologize for such a hard strike, she whispered, “Yes!”

Confident now that he’d gotten it right, he tapped her bottom again just below the bright red stripe that had bloomed on her ass. Raising the cane high once more, he brought it down again with equal force and was pleased at the perfect aim just below the last one. She screamed again, but this time he didn’t even pause before he tapped to get his aim, and brought down a third strike.

Even though it was technically the fourth one, he decided to discount the first since it had been inferior. She cried out again and then moaned with what he could only call satisfaction. He brought the cane down three more times in quick succession. Each strike was followed by a scream, then a delicious moan, and then a raising of her beautifully striped bottom for the next one.

On the final blow, she did not raise her ass as if asking for another and he stopped. His trousers were drawn tightly across his bulging cock. With her legs spread, he could clearly see her pussy and how wet it was. It was obvious she was aroused too.

“Minerva, you’re…um, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, sir. Very fine. Thank you. But it seems I need one more thing, if you would oblige me, sir.”

“Certainly, what is it you would have me do?”

“Fuck me, sir. Fuck me, hard and fast.”

He stripped off his clothes in record time and did just that.


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Just one rule

I have one rule. Just one little rule. And it drives me up the wall because I think it’s ridiculous. The rule is NO SWIMMING WHEN I’M HOME ALONE.

DH worries I might get a cramp and drown. Well, I get leg cramps all the time and I haven’t drowned yet. I’ve tried explaining the pool is a lap pool. It’s 40 feet long, but only 6 feet wide. At its deepest point the pool is a mere 6 feet deep. If I had a severe cramp I could easily get to the edge with two or three strokes. If I started to sink I could kick off the bottom and boost myself to the edge. Besides, he can’t swim. He never goes in the pool. Just how does he think he’s going to save me?

His other big worry about swimming alone is I might slip and fall, cracking my skull open on the edge as I exit the pool. There I would be, bleeding on the pool steps, dying all alone. What does he think would be different (other than the me being alone) if he’s here? Should I fall in such a way, my skull would already be cracked open even if he were here. By the time the paramedics came, I’d probably be dead anyway. I mean, come on, how many people survive their skull cracking open?

treadmill deskSo in the winter when it’s too cold to swim, and when DH is not home during the summer swim season, I write while exercising on my treadmill desk. Yes, that’s it in the photo above. It works great and lets me multi-task. I can burn some fat off my butt while getting a couple of thousand words written. The fact that I can write while exercising is the only thing I like about the treadmill. I much prefer doing 66 laps – half a mile in my pool – even though I can’t write at the same time.

In fact, I’m huffing and puffing away as I write this post. I have an hour and a half to go so next I’ll pull up my latest work in progress and work on that.