Thursday, 11 August 2016

It was my birthday.

It was my birthday. But no birthday spanking. Yet.

I blame the Olympics and time zones.  By the time they're warming up over there, it's nearly bed time over here. We stayed up to watch the gymnastics and it kept going! Trouble is, so did Big One. So no spankies. 

Ella wrote of quickies on her blog. I'm in awe of the quickie. I need the slow build and quickies don't work for me. It's a nuisance as it isn't compatible with my kind of sex.

We do have more time in the mornings. We fail at that. P has to have a major infusion of coffee before any part of his body functions. Any stirrings on our part, and the kids emerge. So how to the early birds do it? I'm intrigued. Do you set an alarm clock? Intravenous coffee drip?
Can I convince him? He does love his coffee

P and I aren't morning people. I'm not sure we're night owls either. I wouldn't mind a lunch time slot, except, those damn time zones play havoc with P's work and kids aren't back at school for another.... 4 weeks. 

Next week it's athletics. I'm away with the kids, leaving P at home... I guess, we'll have to wait.


Monday, 8 August 2016

44 questions

In lieu of anything exciting to tell you... those pesky kids are everywhere at the moment, I bring the meme. I've seen this one circulating:

1. Do you like blue cheese?
No. If it's blue or moves, it's not for me.

2. Have you ever smoked?
I stolen a few ciggies as a student, but after I lived with a chain smoker, I went right off smoking for good.

3. Do you own a gun? 
No. Not allowed here. I have used an air rifle in a range.

4. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? 
We have a very good ice-cream farm nearby, so we sample lots of flavours - lemon meringue, salted caramel, candied chestnut... I'd go for white chocolate and passion fruit. 

5. Do you get nervous before Doctor visits?
Depends on the symptoms or if I arrive in the back of an ambulance. 

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
Not a lot.

7. Favorite Movies?
Toughie... LoTR trilogy, Gosford Park, Gladiator... I have lots of favourites. 

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Tea

9. Do you do push ups?
No. I can do push downs, it easy, you lie flat on your face and keep still.

10. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?
A maternity ring which has been passed down from my grandmother, plus the necklace P gave me. I wear both all the time.

11. Favorite hobby? 
Drawing, playing my flute and chocolate eating

12. Do you have A.D.D.?
I don't think so.. what is it?

13. What’s the one thing you dislike about yourself?
I used to have a narrow waist. I don't any longer. 

14. What is your middle name?
The one between the first and last.

15. Name three thoughts at this moment.. 
Come on Brits ... I'm watching diving and gymnastics at the same time.  Doing this and is that the time!

16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?
Tea, water and cranberry juice.

17. Current worry? 
Summer is going too fast. 

18. Current annoyance right now? 
Insects, especially the ones that bite my ankles.

19. Favorite place to be? 
Where my parents live.

20. How do you ring in the new year?
With friends.

21. Where would you like to go?
New Zealand, Canada, South Africa

22. Name three people who will complete this?
Can't guess. 

23. Do you own slippers?
Yes, but I only wear them in hospital because they put in on the list of things I have to bring. 

24. What color shirt are you wearing right now?
blue

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
Never had, don't know.

26. Can you whistle?
Yes and in tune, probably because I flute. I can't wolf whistle.

27. What are your favorite color?
Many shades of everything.

28. Would you be a pirate?
Unlikely, I get seasick. I do like swashbuckling with a sword though.

29. What songs do you sing in the shower?
Don't sing in the shower. 

30. Favorite girls name?
My daughters.

31. Favorite boys name?
When I watched Brideshead Revisited I fell in love with Sebastian. 

32. What’s in your pocket right now?
nothing.

33. Last thing that made you laugh? 
My eldest.

34. Best toy as a child?
marble run

35. Worst injury you ever had? 
Dislocation

36. Where would you love to live?
Not fussy as long as I'm with my family.

37. How many TV’s do you have?
two - tablets and iPlayer come in handy.

38. Who is your loudest friend?
She's Welsh. 

39. How many dogs do you have?
none

40. Does someone trust you?
I hope they do.

41. What book are you reading at the moment? 
Boston Doms by Jane Henry / Maisy Archer

42. What’s your favorite candy? 
Chocolate

43. What’s your favorite sports team?
Team GB!

44. Favorite month?
June

Monday, 18 July 2016

All things spankalicious


So I'm behind again. PK started this, so I'm joining in. Here is our limited, but effective collection of implements.
I originally posted this as part of the June Instagram spanking challenge. I have an Instagram account under my author name (go look, it's there), but I'm no good at finding ideas for posting. However, I do love fiddling with the photo edit features. Could play around all day with hue, saturation, etc. 
The pink (now grey) spatula is on the left. It stings. The floggers were made by Conina and are brilliant at both sensual play and pain. The paddle is mean. The spoon, let's not go there.

On the newsy front - second lot of antibiotics have helped. Not so breathless and can stay awake all day, if I put my mind to it :)

Two of my books have put in an extra appearance. 
My second Sci-Fi book, Taken as Payment, which isn't very sci but is definitely fi, is out on audio. A bit of an experiment and the production process is nothing like editing the written word. I had to listen to my book being read. Weird, but great. I chose a sci-fi book because it doesn't matter about accent. If I picked one of my historicals, it would have to be with an English accent, and that limits the pool of narrators.

It's here if you're interested.


I've also re-edited the very first book I published (Trust Me to Know You). Eek. I know I've grown as an author, but boy, my learning curve has been steep. I didn't alter the story, made only minor changes to the characters, mainly through dialogue and zapped the language into shape. I evolve, so do my stories. When I retire from doing this, I would like to be able to look back on all my books and feel I've done my best. 
Now I've edited the first one, I'm working on the second. I wouldn't describe it as a painful process, but is is time consuming, also it's interesting to see how much of a difference 6 years has made to my writing.
Casey used the phrase spankalicious when referring to this book. We should adopt this word into the English language, because that's my goal. Delicious spankings of all varieties. To Know You covers off everything - from punishments, to play, to stress relief and erotic.
What do I mean? Here's a few examples of each. I hope you enjoy them.


He snapped the handcuffs over my wrists and sliding his finger around the metal clasp, he checked they weren’t too tight. Taking my arm, he lowered me over his lap, so my head rested on the divan and my legs dangled on the other side.
I’m going to spank you, and then I’m going to tease you out for a while. We know each other well, but not with toys. I want you to enjoy the spanking and come for me. If the pain becomes too much I want you to tell me. We could try a one to ten scoring system to help you ease back into receiving pain if it helps you?”
I’m all right, sir. Erotic spankings I can manage.”
Oh my, I shut my eyes and waited.
His hand landed across my bottom right on the sit-spot and I jumped slightly. It smarted—a rude awakening from my spanking hiatus. After a few more smacks, he stroked my cheeks, making small circles to disperse the raw heat.
How’s that?” he asked.
About five, sir.”
Exactly where I want it.”



Hands on your head. Don’t move them.”
He picked up a thick wooden ruler off his desk. An old-fashioned implement—the traditional foot long ruler with faded grooves marked along it. Jason leant towards me, the fingers of his hand spread against the wall above my head, his right hand clutching the ruler. I turned my face to one side and squeezed my eyes shut.
He smacked the ruler between my legs and the length of it struck my inner thigh. “Ow!”
Say it,” he said firmly.
One, sir” I gasped. Oh fuck, this spanking was going to hurt like crazy. He wasn’t going to skimp on pain when it came to punishments. I’d listed my inner thighs as something I didn’t enjoy when it came to spankings. We’d discussed it as something that I hadn’t found erotic and he’d suggested it as a suitable choice for using for punishments. I agreed, gave my consent to his idea and filed the conversation away. Jason wanted to explore my tolerances, not shy away from them.



Striding to the door, he bolted it, locking us in. “I want you to stand facing the wall, over there, nose against it while you compose yourself.”
I trembled, my heart pounding, as I carried out his instructions. I was strangely excited—punishment in an office was a fantasy of mine—except the fantasy was really happening. What was he going to do to me? Wedged in the corner, my legs wobbled.
Eventually, he issued his next command. “Drop your skirt and knickers off.”
Inhaling deeply, I shuffled out of my skirt and slipped out of my knickers, leaving behind my stockings and high heels. I picked the clothes up and laid them on one of the chairs.
Jason selected a chair and moved it away from the conference table. Sitting on it, he waved me over with his forefinger, while with the other hand he undid his tie and pulled it out from under his collar. With a flick of his wrist, he loosened the top button.
Turn around,” he instructed, and he used his necktie to bind my wrists. Holding my arm by the elbow, he lowered me across his lap, then hooked his leg over and trapped my thighs. He pressed down on the small of my back with the flat of his hand.
I’m going spank you, Gemma, hard. This is a punishment,” a soft yet stern tone, “Why am I punishing you?”
Because I was indiscreet, Sir,” I murmured. Underneath his hand, he must have been able to feel my racing heartbeats.



He tapped his lap and I lay over his thighs, stretching out my arms and dangling my legs across the other side of the sofa. I rested my head on the intricate pattern embroidered into the cushion. A tingle of static shot over my skin, as if I was an electrical appliance being switched on. He stroked my buttocks, circling my flesh with the tips of his fingers. Having traced the outline of my scar, he bent over and kissed it. I groaned. The tender moment over he pinned me down with one hand and grasped the magazine in the other hand.
You will count for me up to fifty and say thank you after each blow,” he said quietly. “I will have your gratitude. This may be a terraced house, but I can assure you the walls are thick. So, scream and shout, you’re not going to be heard.”



He rocked me on and off his hard cock, stretching my channel and pushing aside any resistance. The friction was acute and sensational—too pleasureable. I imagined colours and numbers—a collage of abstract art. It was a futile attempt to limit my arousal. I sank to a new level of humility. He was rough, and as he thrust, he spanked my rump with a flick of his wrist. Left, then right, he snapped back and forth, but he never let go of my waist.
Pain came in the form of nibbles and swats, those little teases of his teeth or pinches of his fingertips. But also with it came the pleasure and to my delight it only made me want to orgasm more than ever. Having denied me, he reached a noisy climax. At that point, I realised I was upside down—my head between my knees. Perhaps I was beginning to cast aside my fears. Jason was looking after me and not the man I feared.



Grabbing my arm unceremoniously, he frogmarched me into the kitchen.
Sir?” The butterflies in my stomach had tied themselves into new knots.
He deposited me before the long pine table and pushed me down, forcing me to bend over.
Please, Sir,” I whimpered.
Shut up,” he said softly. The words in conflict with the tone of his voice. The tone lacked the flavour of discipline, more an odd resignation.
The belt whooshed as it came out of his trousers loops. He hitched up the skirt of my new Donna Karan dress above my waist and yanked down my knickers. The palm of one hand pressed on my lower back while he wrapped the belt around the knuckles of the other.
No,” I gasped, incredulously. Now? He wanted to strap my arse now?
Yes,” he replied, as if I’d given him a question. “Position yourself, young lady.”
Hell, he wanted the deed done properly. He knocked my legs apart and I hooked each foot on either side of the table legs. I’d spread myself wide and open. In the classic pose of submission, I stretched out my arms before me and I weaved my fingers together, then buried my head between my arms.
The swoosh preceded the whack. The pain was just as swift.
Ow,” I yelped.
There was nothing gentle or sensual about the blow he landed across my bare buttocks.
Another whoosh, another firm thwack across my arse cheeks. The sear of heat left an immediate imprint. Dear God, he meant it. He’d swung that belt right back.
The rhythm was quickly established. My eyes fell on the clock on the wall. They were really late now.
My parents,” I hollered, gesturing towards the wall clock with a flailing hand.
Are not here yet,” he said calmly.
Fuck—the bastard—how could he stay so cool. He didn’t let up and cracked another blow. They weren’t the hardest a belt could deliver. He wasn’t after the level of pain a punishment inflicted. This wasn’t a sadistic voyage for him, rather, he chose rhythm and pace over power. He delivered a repetitive swing of his arm and the belt landed with a slap. I grunted with each smack of the leather strap and it began to happen—the emotional overflow.



A romantic weekend away?” I raised my eyebrows, wondering what he had in store for us.
Perhaps,” he replied enigmatically. “The rest is going to be a surprise.”
I pouted. It hadn’t been quite my intention to pout so obviously or to roll my eyes up in a display of frustration at his secrecy. However, Jason had an answer for everything and regardless of the state of my sore bottom, he considered taking me over his lap and walloping my red arse a suitable response to my petulance.
I giggled throughout the impromptu spanking, squirmed and protested as he rattled off a barrage of smacks. Unlike the previous evening, when I’d diligently held position and shown greater respect, the morning’s assault on my tender arse was much more about fun and frivolity. Frankly, any kind of spanking worked wonders on my disposition and by the end the amazing aroma of Jason’s musk had replaced the smell of coffee. I curled up between his legs and sucked on his cock while he stroked my hair. A perfect start to the day.

What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust again?
When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.
Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion, Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to revelations from both of them.  What Jason seeks is an enduring relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.
Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?
Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.

To Know You is a fictional account of two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story.  Both characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance.  The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.
Trust is key.  Communicating trust.  Building trust and maintaining integrity. And love? It’s not always about love - until Gemma meets Jason.


Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Gentle spanking

Is it possible to have a gentle spanking? Apparently so.

I'm not in the best of health at the moment. It's one thing after another. So I wasn't expecting his attention to focus on my behind.

Get your butt in here.

"What, like, now, really, I was just, well, okay."

I wave my arms in all directions, pointing out imaginary obstacles. Stuff to do, you know.
I warn him - I'm quite breathless, you'll have to do the work. Wasn't put off, was he.

He covers me with kisses, so different from the usual preamble of squeezing, nipping, pinching.

Turn over. It's time for a gentle spanking.

Spanking hurts - that's my expectation. I want the thrill of the disciplining hand smacking my bottom, the firmness of being told what to do. Being naked and laid out is completely fine by me, more than fine. So why do I shut down because it's not going to be what I want?

Taps. Pats. It's painless.

Can you call a spanking a spanking when it doesn't hurt one jot?

He smacks a little firmer, just above the crease of my thigh. Two warm sit spots emerge, neither hot nor blazing. 
I'm not squirming. I'm content to lie still.

That'll do.

Later, after a light spell of love-making, he digs out the lighter flogger and lets the tails drop on my bottom without a thud. He trails the knots across my shoulders, down my spine, between my cheeks, then thighs and smacks the ends on my arse. I shiver. It's delicious. He repeats until I come.
I'm more than content.

A tender spanking. I guess there is a way forward, one that can be repeated.

So out of the blue, I was spanked. I'm calling it a spanking because the end point was the same - we bloody well connected and he instigated, not me. That's what counts. 

Friday, 24 June 2016

Not a great week

Leaving the EU - this is significant for me and the kids as I have family in Europe and have worked for big companies who operate out of Europe. I fear for a future where nationalism rises to new ugly levels of intolerance.

Two rejection letters from literary agents for my vanilla book. Predictable outcome, but still disappointing.

Been in hospital with pneumonia, but at least it wasn't an embolism, which would have been scarier.

PM resigning. I might not like his policies, but I believed he did his job well. Oh my God please not Gove or Johnson. (for my overseas readers - Gove is like Cruz, sounds friendly, but beneath the surface he's very conservative and absolutist in his ideologies. Johnson - Trump impersonator and suffers with foot in mouth syndrome.

Pound crashing, which doesn't bode well for trip to NYC next year - however I get paid in dollars, so that's a minor bonus.

Trump visiting Scotland - go away please, you're not wanted.

No sex in weeks - same old reasons - no time, privacy, kids, missed opportunities, too tired. Always excuses.

No spankings in weeks - although this is due to my bad back and P is being very thoughtful about it, perhaps too thoughtful. I keep telling him it's not that bad.




This blog is kind of redundant. Do I keep writing and what about?

I don't want to leave Blogland. I still read around blogs, but I'm not much of a real-life spanko these days.

Plus, there is always a plus. My books are selling well and I'm still writing smut, at least for this year. Next year.... who knows. I might be if the pound stays low.

Not going to apologise for a down in the dump post. It's a shitty week and I want to rant at the screen not a people, so this isn't for you, it's for me to get out there.



So JP is hanging around for now. DF, I don't know. She's a lurker once again.

Friday, 27 May 2016

Free stories - a quick dip

So my visits here are rather like fly-bys, brief. 

My other blog is busy, which means this one suffers a little. I've been writing short stories using picture prompts. I set the maximum word count to 500, because it keeps things concise. 

Here are the pictures and if you click on each one, you should see the story.

Anyone else needing a little poke to write a story, then it's a free for all, you can join in. Some of the stories will be erotic, or kinky, with spankings or vanilla. It all depends on my fertile *cough* imagination.

Getting out the tool belt
Stuck in Traffic



Change of Attitude

I can't make up my mind

Now I've got to find some more pictures....


Monday, 23 May 2016

A different kind of weekend.

This weekend was a bit different.  A first for me. I visited Eroticon, a workshop / conference for sex bloggers and erotica writers. Different how? Well here's a run through of my weekend.

1. Made nipple latex pasties

2. Made my own mini flogger (regretting the knots on the ends. The look on P's face was scary, will try to unravel them.)


3. Sketched a live model - yeah, never done this before. Didn't think I had it in me to draw quickly. Fifteen minutes for each pose. He was excellent, really interesting how he works and chooses the poses. He had a few piercing, including one on the end of his you know what. I missed those out :)



4. I went to a session on using music for inspiration. A small group of us sat around the table and we had to write part of the beginning, middle and end of a story - 3 minutes for each part - after listening to three very different pieces of music - all contemporary pop songs. I ended up with a unhappy ending, something different for me. Everyone around the table wrote things they didn't normally write. Fascinating how the mood of the music forced us into doing different things.

5. Saw demonstrations of bondage, a wicked spanking and a table of implements.

6. Fixed a few issues with my blog - the other blog - thanks to the amazing @Domsigns 

7. Spent time with some great authors - we drank, ate and giggled. The networking was invaluable for a lonely author like myself.

8. Bought home a t-shirt and a few other goodies.
Hot Octopus T-shirt




9. Met several bloggers, including Girl on the Net, who gave an entertaining talk about dealing with trolls. 

10. We had the company of a transgender lady. We bumped into each other in the toilet. Not an issue and why the fuck should it be. She wore lovely dresses.



P survived without me. He even took the youngest shoe shopping!