Thursday, 20 October 2016

A swarm of swats

It's a been a while since we had an audience.

"I assume you mean the cat?"

While he humped, she hunted in the closet. In the box. 

Ignore her.

So we did. 

According to P my butt was cold. He rectified that issue with a flurry of squats, or maybe it was a swarm. It certainly felt like bee stings had landed on mass on my arse. The use of the mean little paddle didn't challenge that theory. I'm so out of practice, because it has been a while, and I couldn't hardly take anything without squirming and whimpering.

So, after what feels like ages.... it has been ages, and frankly not happy that we don't seem to connect at all these days.... I pointed out to P that unless he gets going today, then it would be 2 weeks before we had the house to ourselves again. 
I'd just finishing cleaning the house and was rather hot and sweaty.

Do you want a rest? 

"Me, no..." Rest! I've been resting for bloody weeks. 

As for the cat. She didn't leave the room, so I don't think she's been traumatised, but I do think she's too young to witness the shenanigans that went on in that room. Afterwards she try to gnaw on my feet and tapped me repeatedly with her paw. 

She's very observant that cat. A little too dommy, perhaps.

Next time, oh and please don't wait for me to rest too long, next time, she's going to be locked out.

Friday, 23 September 2016

Spoons and spatulas

I went to London and returned with a lovely collection of kitchen utensils - and a towel with the legend - Spank Me, I've been very naughty (what me, never!). Walking along the train aisle to my seat (one of the spoons is very long and stuck out of my bag), I wondered what people were thinking - she went all the way to London to buy wooden spoons?

This is what happens when you meet up with other bloggers and exchange gifts (I gave a copy of my book, which has a tasteful cover, so hopefully crowd friendly). We had to wait for the pub to quieten down and then we whipped out the gifts and unwrapped them. Giggles and gratitude followed, and we made elusive references to spanking without actually saying the word.

I've been blogging for a few years and never expected to meet up with others in person, so it's a great privilege to have seen Ella, Ami, Rosie, Jan and Ronnie in the flesh (beautifully attired) and chat about everyday kind of things...for the most part. 

So my spoons and spatulas are very valuable to me and worthy of a visit to London. Nobody on the train would suspect I considered them special. If they'd asked? Who knows, wouldn't it be interesting just to say it and see what the reaction would be?

"They're my latest collection of spanking implements. I'm taking them home to my husband."

As for P, he stared at them with bemusement and admired the quality of workmanship.  Too good for the kitchen. 

Too good for my arse? We'll have to find out :)

Saturday, 3 September 2016

Finding his way around

The drought ended.

"Do you need a map to help you find your way around?" I ask him.

I'm a man. I don't ask for directions.

He cups my breast and trails his fingers around the nipple. I keep going in circles until I get there.

He didn't need directions to find my neglected arse. He patted it, slapped it, then having decided I was wriggling too much, drummed it.  I humped about on the bed until he sat on me. Nothing changes.

"Have I been that naughty?"

There is always naughtiness.  He didn't bother to list anything, but there is always something owing. 

Back and forth between cheeks, then across both (have his hands grown?), finally, he goes vertical and lands it right on the furrow, fingertips looping beneath, catching me.

My bottom wobbled like jelly and stung like a bee. Lots of bees.

Not exactly a flood or a deluge. More of a gentle dampening. 

It needed insomniac child being on a sleepover (thank heavens for neighbours) and the hint of - shall we? But we managed to have two spankings this summer.

It will do.

Monday, 29 August 2016

Cats, kilts and heather.

We have a new family member. She's dinky. Eleven weeks old and has already eaten the thread out of my sewing box. Oh, I also have a few scratches from her sharp little claws.
She's cute. Big One wanted to know if there was a better word than 'adorable'. I think cute does it nicely.

After nearly three years of being catless, we're catted again. I've come over all dommy, as I seem to be her mum. She's my fifth kitten, so I guess I'm an old hand at raising cats. I'm instructing the kids in cat care. Big One got up early this morning to feed her - good way of teaching her to get out of bed - and failed to realise that food in the bowl doesn't mean that cat isn't hungry. It means the food isn't fresh any longer and she wants more. P fixed that problem. Big One knows better now.

The goldfish are looking nervous.

I've a new book out. It's a spin off from a previous one. Not a sequel really because they both stand on their own. An author friend of mine happened to comment that she wondered what would happen if two characters in His Lordship's Mate got together.
That got me thinking - what would happen? In order to make the story work, I had to shift the action to Scotland. Not a bad thing, a Highland romance with lashings of spankings and a man in a kilt (he's got great legs). I ensured traditional tools were used: the dreaded tawse and heather. Yes, a brace of heather, like a birch. I believe in experimenting :)

So here's a special treat - spanking with heather.

“I asked them to leave, that was all.”
“By calling them whores?” He raised his eyebrows. “Did you call them whores?”
“I… I said so in hot-blooded haste,” she confessed.
“And then you defamed me and my kin. Again, is that the truth?”
“But, Felix, you have perpetuated a lie. Is that not the truth of the matter?”
“I take no pleasure in this legend, Claire. However, I have to protect myself, too. Since I met you, our love for each other meets my demands, but I won’t apologise for the actions of my ancestors. I promised you it would end. It has. I didn’t fuck them, or even invite them into our house and I have done my best to quash the myth without building mistrust. However, I would have sent them away with a courtesy you did not show them. Now they are bothered and angry.” From around his back, he showed her the heather and tapped it against the edge of his kilt.
He’d fashioned a switch, taking the longest stems of heather and binding them at one end with ivy twine. She wanted to show atonement for her ill-conceived actions and he offered her a means.
“I ask that you hold me accountable, my lord,” she said carefully.
“I will, that you can be assured of. You’ll bare yourself, bend over, and take a spanking with this heather until the petals have dropped away.” He pointed out the upright barrel. “Place a couple of sacks of wool on top of that.”
She did as she was asked with shaking hands and her stomach churning.
“Good girl. Those will save you from discomfort when you bend over. Now, bare yourself.”
He remained a few feet away from her, waiting, his lips set firmly together.
She fumbled a little with the fastenings of her gown before stepping out of it. The petticoats, bodice, and shift lay beneath—the layers of warmth needed for the cold climate, except in the base of the castle where she didn’t feel cold. Her trembling had nothing to do with the cool chamber. She felt a heat in her heart as it beat faster and faster.
“All of it?” she asked.
“Aye. Take your time. I’m in no hurry. We can talk afterwards. Set this right between us. But, for now, you will be naked and humbled, bent over and punished.”
The petticoats she placed on another barrel, which lay on its side. Removing bodice and shift, Claire could feel the butterflies swarm in her belly. What would those prickly heather twigs to do her poor bottom? She turned and lowered herself over the top of the barrel, grateful for the comfort of the wool.
“That’s right, spread those legs a little and hold tight. You’ll keep still.” He stepped closer and his shadow fell over her.
His touch made her flinch as he traced the outline of her raised ass, following the crease between thigh and buttock. He circled his hand around each cheek, then patted them. Her hair had tumbled forward, draping around her ears and she stretched out her hands to the cobbles for support.
Wicked thoughts shot through her mind. Perhaps he might change his mind and bury his cock to the hilt into her vulnerable pussy. The wetness was there waiting for him to enter. She bit down on her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.
Felix pressed his hand on her lower back. The pressure heralded the first strike of the heather switch. As she guessed the collective whoosh and thud of twigs created a multitude of tiny stings. The switch sprayed across her whole ass, leaving no part of it free of its coverage.
She gasped, too pained to cry out. Opening her eyes, she saw a flurry of white petals drift to the floor.
“This is the last time we shall speak of this myth that afflicts my past,” Felix said as he swept back his arm—the shadow cast showed its length—and brought it back down hard.
A tear trickled down her nose and she held her breath, refusing to weep or wail, as she had done with her first spanking.
Felix rubbed her bottom. Was that it? She doubted it. The petals had only just begun to be shaken loose. The methodical spanking continued. Another swoosh, another bundle of stings until her bottom felt hot and inflamed. The white flowers littered the floor around the barrel. What started out as a dusting had accumulated into a circle of whiteness.
After every two swipes, he rubbed away the prickles and they blurred into one hot patch on each ass cheek. He lectured, reminding her of his expectations: obedience, resilience, and above all else trust.
“Believe in me, Claire. I have your best interests at heart.”
She released a low sob and jerked as he struck again. A few petals hovered, then drifted past her face.

“There,” he said softly. “‘Tis done, my girl. My brave lass.”

When Claire Armitage’s fiancĂ©, Captain Felix Hughes, informs her that he must interrupt their courtship to travel to his estate in Scotland on urgent business, she is distraught. Refusing to wait patiently for his return as he instructed, she instead journeys to the highlands on her own to join him, but upon her arrival she quickly discovers that he will not tolerate such reckless behaviour.
Resolved to demonstrate to his future bride that disobedience will have consequences, Felix takes Claire over his knee for a thorough spanking on her bare bottom. But chastising her in such a fashion awakens desires in him that are too powerful to control, and to protect her innocence he attempts to send her back home to England until he can make her his wife.
Claire cannot be dissuaded from returning once more to Felix’s side, however, even if it means submitting to any punishment he sees fit and then surrendering completely to his lustful dominance. But when she learns the true reason for his visit to the ancient home of his family, and sees with her own eyes that Felix is much more than an ordinary laird, will Claire still yearn for him to claim her?
Publisher’s Note: The Highlander’s Mate is a stand-alone sequel to His Lordship’s Mate. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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As for the summer. The drought is long. Hopefully, once the kids are back in school, we might get some privacy and catch up. Assuming kitty leaves us alone too!

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?

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?

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?

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

34. Best toy as a child?
marble run

35. Worst injury you ever had? 

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?

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? 

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

44. Favorite month?

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.