I wrote my first sex scene. Yes. That.
Because a first sex scene is something I never intended to write (and people have asked me how I could possibly write spanking without writing erotica), it took a lot of thought and effort to shape a scene that would be true to the characters, the story, and my values. I found, to my surprise, that writing a sex scene can be a beautiful experience. (You can read more about this experience here, “On Writing My First Sex Scene”.)
Carene is the dominant partner, the nurturing woman whose love of music and people establishes her as a mother figure in her community. She is a grounding influence for Leila, a reality check when Leila’s stardom as a professional violinist carry her away.
Yet Carene, like so many nurturers, underestimates herself. When Leila gives Carene her first kiss, Carene protests that she is a frumpy mother figure and not an object of desire. How wrong she is! In this scene, Leila uses physical intimacy to show Carene that she is attractive, valued, and sexy. The results surprise Carene as much as Leila.
Carene let [Leila’s hand] fall against the rounded softness, the silky skin that had distracted her at Leila’s last spanking when Carene had meant to punish. Not for a rush of warmth and wetness to carry her to a plane where all she could feel was Leila next to her, moving as one with her, caressing her and telling her she was beautiful.
Leila caressed the back of her neck, lifting her head until she could whisper into her ear. “Harder, sweetheart,” she crooned, “harder.”
An image came to Carene’s mind, a pigtailed girl so many years ago who had asked her if she needed a friend. The girl who had championed her through every music camp week of their childhood, and the adolescent who had saved all of her tenderness for Carene. “Not too fast,” she pleaded. Which of them she was begging, she did not know.
Music. Without the love of her life, how can Leila learn to live again?
Professional violinist Leila Feran is accustomed to fame as the youngest and first female concertmaster of the Philharmonic Symphony. Driven to achieve ever-increasing heights, she injures her wrist so badly that she may no longer be able to play. While she recovers, she moves in with her childhood best friend, a pianist and beloved orchestra teacher in a small town.
Carene welcomes Leila with open arms and only one condition: no divas allowed. And if Leila can’t follow the house rules, she might find herself over Carene’s knee…or worse. In between arguments over physical therapy and house rules, Carene’s zero-tolerance policy regarding divas results in some old-fashioned discipline that changes into something more.
Will Leila and Carene’s new feelings for each other blossom into something wonderful? Or will Leila lose not just a potential soul mate, but also her friend?