A Lunar New Year Spanking for Pao (#Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa)

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Many apologies for the late posting for Saturday Spankings! This week’s snippet is a one-off thank you to Pao for her wonderful Lunar New Year post. You may want to read her post first in order to understand the first line of dialogue. 🙂

After tossing her salad into the air and enjoying fresh steamed fish, Pao held out a hand to Penny. “Gōngxǐfācái, hóngbāo nálái!”

Penny set down her own chopsticks and raised eyebrows at the girl sitting across the table, grinning from ear to ear. “Insolent brat, I told you not to give orders. Just for that, you won’t receive your red packet of money this year.”

Pao threw a chopstick, daring Penny to meet her challenge. After a moment, Penny set her napkin on the table and rose to grasp the younger girl’s left ear. Pao squeaked and tried to get away, but Penny gave a sound swat with her free hand.

“Apparently, my dear, your last spanking didn’t hurt enough.”

Extraordinary: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

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Mira, from Desire in Any Language, has found new love in the stunning and brilliant diplomat, Hana Takahashi. Mira adores her, even when Hana gives her provoking calls in public. Equal parts exasperated and turned on, Mira continues to reflect on the changes Hana has brought into Mira’s life.

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I never thought I would be the sort of person to say dirty things in supermarkets or proclaim my love in front of strangers. I think of myself as shy, unassuming, or even ordinary. But life with Hana has taught me even the most ordinary of events can become extraordinary. She makes me – in some ways when I’d rather not – find excitement in the everyday. With her, every day is a discovery; each meeting is an occasion.

“Why didn’t you get more apples?” Hana asks when I return home. Or, rather, to her home, the home from which we will begin our travels tonight. It’s hard to believe we will take our first trip together.

Mira’s Miracle is now available from Blushing Books! It’s not yet on Amazon, but it should be very soon. I hope you enjoyed your sneak peek. 🙂 By the way, it’s not too late to enter the two-part contest to win your very own vial of cinnamon oil. Why would you want cinnamon oil? Read Mira’s Miracle to find out!

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Mira’s Miracle (with Maren Smith)

Whisked away to the fairytale Castle for a dream vacation, Mira confronts her darkest fears.

 

Vacationing at Master Marshall’s world-renowned Castle should have spelled Fantasy Land, but for Mira the trip means paying a debt. She promised to work hard at her translator’s certificate course while her advisor went on maternity leave, but distraction arrives in the form of her first love. Diplomat Hana Takahashi, from Desire in Any Language, captures Mira’s total attention. Between Hana’s stringent embassy security and Mira’s draconian school dormitory curfew, their stolen kisses drive Mira wild with desire. Hana makes a bet with Mira: keep up with her schoolwork or take a trip of Hana’s choice, according to Hana’s rules. No veto power.

When Mira presents her inadequate end-of-term report, Hana books a dream vacation—of Hana’s dreams. Safe within the Castle, the elaborate role playing kink haven, Hana turns Mira into her little girl. Complete with a private nurse, playroom with its nanny in charge, and a schoolroom filled with naughty pupils and a stern teacher, the Castle’s ageplay wing reduces Mira to a child from the moment of her arrival. Hana’s word is law, and all of the Castle employees carry out her orders for Mira.

However, Mira’s natural resistance leads to tantrums, defiance, and spankings from every adult who assists with her care. When she encounters a tutor who triggers her deepest fears, she must face her residual trauma over the duplicitous “Mistress Susan.” Is Mira ready for the maternal nurturing offered by Hana, or will her unhealed wounds drive everyone away? Can she become Hana’s little girl, or will she safeword out of the Castle to return to everyday life…without Hana? Will there be a miracle for Mira?

Warning: contains ageplay, mouth-soaping, spankings, and sex scenes

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Tell me the color of your panties: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

My newest release, Mira’s Miracle, follows the adventures of Mira from Desire in Any Language. This week, I’ll let the sentences speak for themselves. 🙂

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“Mira-chan,” she purrs into the small electronic earpiece for my cell phone, “tell me the color of your panties.”

The luscious red apple splurts juice as my fingernails dig into the flesh. “I’m at the supermarket!” A bent-over curly-haired woman hobbles by with a baby bundled on her back, and a loudspeaker blares with some harried employee’s voice extolling the virtues of some limited time offer promotion. Buy one get one free, or fifty percent off, or a special sample, or a cooking demonstration. I shuffle in between stacks of food. When I came to South Korea last year to enroll in a translator certification course, I knew many things would be different from my native United States. I expected the language and cultural differences, but I didn’t expect the rest.

 

Do it for me: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa (Advent Calendar, Day 21)

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

Today’s offering comes from Simple Gifts, the prequel to “Complicated Gifts” in Love’s Reprise (links and blurbs below). Carene Moraghan and Leila Feran, childhood bunkmates from yearly summer music camp, have remained best friends even as their paths diverged–Carene to teach junior high orchestra in a small town, Leila to head the prestigious, world-renowned Philharmonic Symphony as concertmaster and principal first violinist. They keep in touch with letters, phone calls, and visits…at least until workaholic Leila cripples her wrist with her long hours of practice and performance. Confined to a splint and unable to work or even perform basic daily tasks, she moves in with Carene during her recovery period.

Never one to shirk from duty, Carene cares for Leila and enforces her one house rule: No divas allowed. None of the posturing that comes along with being a famous musician. No spoiled tantrums when she can’t get her own way. It takes more than one spanking to convince Leila that Carene means business, but finally Leila submits. In a symbolic gesture of her submission, Leila brings her beloved Stradivarius violin to Carene and asks her to prepare the instrument for use.

“Do it for me.”

No one except luthiers had touched Leila’s instrument before. The flamed reddish-brown glaze, the delicate wood, and the craftsmanship that had cost more than Carene’s down payment for her house were all Leila’s sacred territory. Wordlessly, Carene picked up the violin, careful not to soil the priceless finish with the oil from her fingers, and hooked the soft rubber gripper feet of the shoulder rest to the body of the violin. She tilted the shoulder pad. Next she set the violin back in its open case and took out Leila’s favorite bow, twisted the screw at the end to tighten the hair, and held the cake of dark green-black rosin in her hand. She unfastened the protective cloth around the rosin and slid cake up and down the fine white horsehair. She laid the prepared bow next to the violin, her eyes never having left Leila’s face.

 

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Simple Gifts

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 friend, but her potential soul mate?

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“Complicated Gifts” (short story sequel to Simple Gifts)

In this short story follow-up to Simple Gifts, Leila has recovered from surgery but faces a new dilemma: Go home to her symphony or stay with her love, Carene? She assumes Carene will jump at the chance to move to the big city, but Carene is surrounded by the small-town community that has nurtured her since her college graduation. Tempers fly and feelings get hurt on both sides until they each face their worst fears.

Does love mean getting your own way? Or does love mean making sacrifices for another? Carene and Leila must choose.

“Why do you let him?” (Advent Calendar bonus post)

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, Seductive Studs & Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Saturday Spankings! Each weekend, I showcase eight sentences of a work in progress, not-yet-published book, or a book from my list. Today, I’ll show you a snippet from Daughter of Discipline, the sequel to The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus (currently on sale for only $1.99 at Blushing!).

For those of you who participated in today’s discussion on DD (domestic discipline) and/or who are familiar with my writing, Daughter of Discipline will surprise you: a story of M/F spanking that includes a marital relationship, husband who spanks his wife, and a society in which marriage means submission. (Ah, the precursor to Bastia!)

21-year-old Claire, soon to graduate from college and blushing with her first sort-of boyfriend, struggles to accept the astonishing news of The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus: Mrs. Claus is real, Mrs. Claus spanks naughty boys and girls when they become an adult at age 21, and Claire’s own mother gets spanked by Claire’s father! Worse (in Claire’s eyes), Claire herself will be spanked once she marries.

Minelle, Claire’s loving but technologically challenged mother (Yes, that Minelle! Yes, our very own Minelle who plays the Advent Calendar and torments enjoys teasing yours truly!), struggles with her own conflicts. She loves her husband and trusts him, but his rules and spankings are starting to enrage her!

In this scene, Claire enters Minelle’s bedroom after finding out she (Minelle) was spanked–and still furious about it. Minelle calms herself down for Claire’s sake, and they have a discussion about living a DD life. Minelle and Claire’s mother-daughter relationship is the center of the book.

Oh, and our lovely Bas (and his little dog, Unique!) appear in a cameo scene edited and approved by Bas himself, as well as with input from Mick.

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“Don’t you hate it when Dad…you know?” It was hard to say who was more embarrassed, Claire or Minelle. After several choking coughs, Minelle regained her composure.

“Sometimes, yes,” she said honestly. Like right now, she added to herself.

“Then why do you let him?” Claire tried to keep her voice light. Ever since Minelle had told her that getting married would mean submitting to…that…the whole dating and marrying thing had become a great deal less attractive.

Minelle thought for a moment. “Because I love him?” she asked, as much to herself as to Claire.

Daughter of Discipline will go on sale at Blushing today (Saturday) evening. In the meantime, please enjoy The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus.

Advent Calendar players, please answer one or more of the following questions:

  1. Have you read The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus?
  2. Do you believe Mrs. Claus spanks?
  3. Would you ever let someone spank you? If yes, under what circumstances? How would that person earn your trust?
  4. Why do you think Minelle wears granny panties? (Find out in the book!)

Please note: this is an *additional* extra-credit post, and the regular Advent Calendar post will go live at 8 AM EST Saturday. Have you missed only one day in your quest for Perfect Attendance? Here’s your chance to make up your missed day! You’re welcome. 🙂

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Maybe this should be fun (Advent Calendar, Day 7)

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Weekend Writing Warriors, Seductive Studs and Sirens, and Snippet Sunday! (If you want to be entered in a prize drawing for today and the grand prize drawing at the end of the month please see links below.)

So far, we’ve had a fairly tame (if hilarious) first week of Ana’s Advent Calendar. Giving Tuesday, St. Knickerless Day, ways to fake earning a spot on Santa’s Nice List…we’ve kept the silliness within (dare I say it?) downright vanilla territory.

Today, I’d like to introduce a bit of sizzle to our conversation. Each Saturday, I showcase eight sentences from one of my books or works in progress. My current WIP is a sequel to Desire in Any Language, a coming-out and coming-of-age story. Mira, studying abroad in South Korea to be a translator, finds herself fascinated by the cultural of corporal punishment. She meets Hana, an alluring but fun-loving diplomat who breaks the rules. The following excerpt is Mira’s memory of their early courtship.

“I don’t want you to fall behind in your schoolwork because you’re seeing me,” she said on our fourth date, when we pretended to watch a film at the local cinema. My answer was lost as she placed her lips over mine, cupping the back of my neck with both hands. I’m sure it broke all of her embassy’s protocol for conduct in a foreign country, but the faintly buttery embrace made me forget my objections.

“I won’t,” I promised, never dreaming she would hold me to it. By our sixth date, strolling around the pond near my dormitory because I couldn’t get security clearance for her housing complex, I knew better.

“Maybe this should be fun,” she whispered, as she propped me against a secluded building for a few warm-up swats. She’d tried to spank me before, but each attempt led to more pressing events. I learned to wear turtlenecks so I could hide the hickeys after our dates.

Advent Calendar players, please choose one or more questions based on their appropriateness for you. This a work-sharing post, so I will not reply to every comment because it tends to be overkill. 🙂 However, I will read and treasure each one of your responses.

  1. Have you ever allowed new love to distract you from your responsibilities? How or how not?
  2. How would you feel if someone swatted your bottom on a second or third date?
  3. Which is more intimate for you, spanking or sex? (Yes, you can only choose one! Yes, you MUST choose one.)

    Or:

  4. Respond to the snippet any way you like. 🙂

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Desire in Any Language
Mira thought she wanted a spanking.  What she got was love.

On her own for the first time, Mira is studying abroad for her translator’s certificate.  Unfortunately, the heady excitement of dance clubs, late-night parties, and endless shopping quickly distracts her from her educational goals.  Mira’s advisor offers her private tutoring, but the combined pressures of culture and language difference threaten Mira’s progress at school.  She is unable to get her act together until she makes a discovery that horrifies and tantalizes her: in her new country, corporal punishment is a way of life.  The secret to her academic success just might also fulfill her wildest, unspoken dreams.

Sexy. Seductive. Dangerous. A poignant and compelling read.

SEQUEL: COMING SOON!

Repentance: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

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The team of Alta Hensley, Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, and I brought to you Coming to Terms earlier this year. Next year, we’ll bring you a sequel titled Milestones. In my short story, you’ll get to see Karielle and Soris (from Becoming Clissine) before they became a couple. Studious Soris and temper pot Karielle can’t stand each other, but tradition and duty force them to marry and live with each other. In order to perform her duty as Dis (disciplinarian) of the household, Soris must chastise Karielle in order to bring her to rightness with Basti, their deity. Can a loving relationship be formed through pain, or will they remain locked in a loveless marriage?

One powerful muscled leg poised to run, Karielle watched her new Dis lift her hands in supplication to their statue of Basti. The bamboo rod glistened in the reflected light of the cleansing pool, and Karielle shivered underneath the thin scarlet penitent’s robe. Droplets of the holy water fell into the pool, and she held her arms close to her chest.

“Forgive me, Basti, for I have sinned and am unworthy,” she recited. She refused to believe the words she spoke, but her recent promise had been made to the entire Assembly in front of her parents. And Basti. “Punish me,” she whispered, laying her trim athlete’s body across the unforgiving wood of the disciplinary stand.

Soris, Dis of the House of Sor, raised her rod of correction to enforce the primary rule she had been taught since birth: True rightness with Basti must be purchased through tears of repentance and pain.

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Mira wants a spanking: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

This week’s snippet is a peek at Desire in Any Language, my second book and possibly my favorite. Possibly. 🙂 Mira, a young adult studying abroad in Asia, yearns for the intimacy of spanking but hesitates from the grown-up commitment such a relationship requires. This is a story of coming of age, coming out, and coming to terms with a need so deep that it almost is undefinable with words.

 

And yet the human body needs touch, needs intimacy…and a part of me longs for intimacy in this way. Not lust. Love. I want to feel someone’s hand on my bottom, the striking sharp blows of flesh against flesh, straining against something bigger than me. Implacable and restraining and loving, holding me while making me cry. Someone who will let me fight against and draw away and protest, let me fight until the bad feelings are all washed away by pain and tears and the lovely warm throbbing afterward. Kisses and cuddles and stroking me as I cry with abandon. I am left to wonder if I want too much.

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Mira thought she wanted a spanking.  What she got was love.

On her own for the first time, Mira is studying abroad for her translator’s certificate.  Unfortunately, the heady excitement of dance clubs, late-night parties, and endless shopping quickly distracts her from her educational goals.  Mira’s advisor offers her private tutoring, but the combined pressures of culture and language difference threaten Mira’s progress at school.  She is unable to get her act together until she makes a discovery that horrifies and tantalizes her: in her new country, corporal punishment is a way of life.  The secret to her academic success just might also fulfill her wildest, unspoken dreams.

 

Sexy. Seductive. Dangerous. A poignant and compelling read.

Natasha Knight visits Miss Hasler: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

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Penelope Hasler, the brave spanked heroine of last week’s snippet, returns this week in the form of Miss Hasler, a strict but fair teacher who expects order. Naughty Natasha Knight does not take Miss Hasler seriously, much to her chagrin. Miss Hasler does not appreciate sass.

“Hold still, girl!” Miss Hasler ordered, applying the plimsoll with–it must be admitted–enthusiasm to the delicate blue silk knickers squirming across her lap.

“How’m I supposed to hold still when–owwww!” Natasha’s arms and legs flailed each time the rubber sole made contact. “Of all the ridiculous reasons for–OW! Stop it!”

“I’ll give the orders, insolent minx!” Miss Hasler shook out her weary hand and adjusted her grip on the well-worn implement before laying several additional hearty swats. While nothing satisfied her as much as taking this cheeky miss down a peg or two, Natasha’s lack of discipline made the affair more tiring than usual. “Now, march yourself into the corner and be thankful I didn’t take out my cane.”

Natasha’s chin came up, but another crack of the gym shoe sent her scurrying to the wall, both hands cupped protectively around her swollen bottom cheeks that sported angry red lines from the imprint of Miss Hasler’s weapon.

“In future, you would do best not to call your teacher a dork.”

“Even if it’s true?”

Oh, dear! The very naughty Natasha! What do you think happens next?

Penelope Hasler’s Spanking: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

This week’s snippet is in honor of Penelope Hasler, a dear friend who always brightens my day. She loves a good role play and age play, and our mutual friend Tara Finnegan has volunteered to give Little Miss Penny a good spanking. Out of respect for Headmistress Blake’s eight-sentence limit, this snippet begins immediately after the spanking. I know! I’m sorry, but I don’t want to run afoul of our headmistress.

Beribboned pigtails bouncing, Penny slipped around to lay her head on Tara’s shoulder. Tara turned, cradling the girl in her arms.

“Shh,” she soothed, running her fingers through the silky hair. “You were brave, and I’m proud of you.”

Penny lifted a hand to her flushed cheek, sniffling and gulping back sobs. Bright tears sparkled unshed on dark, curling eyelashes. “Ow,” she whimpered, her other hand brushing back to rub her knicker-clad bottom before Tara enclosed both of Penny’s hands in her own.

“Be a good girl,” she admonished, and she lifted the smaller girl’s chin to rest trustingly in her palm.