Saturday, November 29, 2014

Saturday Spankings

Not sure how many people will be stopping by today but hello to those of you who do.  It's a shopping frenzy here in the good ole' USA, the countdown to Christmas.  How are  you doing with yours?  I am 2/3 of the way finished, the hardest ones yet to go, of course.

Today, I'm featuring The Look of Love.  It's a story of a 30+ year marriage and how they manage to keep their love alive and fresh.

In this scene Erica and Scott have recently returned from their cruise just before Christmas. Their Christmas party went off without a hitch, and before they knew it, Christmas Eve was upon them.  Scott always dressed as Santa Claus for the grand kids and they were sitting around with Jack reading “Twas the Night Before Christmas” when the children heard a noise in the front room and there was Santa Claus. He had years of practice because he used to do it for their children and now their grandchildren, the circle of life, Erica thought to herself as she watched the children climb onto his lap. Once each of the children received a present, Santa would tell them he had to be on his rounds and Jack and June and Susan and Brad took the children home to get some sleep before they would be up bright and early to see what else Santa left for him.
Once the kids left for the evening, they had their own Christmas Eve ritual, a role play they carried out year after year. Scott would continue his role as Santa Claus and Erica the naughty little girl who needed a spanking. They walked upstairs, Scott’s hand on Erica’s back.

"So tell me have you been a naughty girl.”

“Not me, Santa.  You must have me confused with someone else.”

“Erica, no fibbing now.”

“Okay, I might have been a little naughty.”

“You know what happens to naughty children don’t you.  They get their panties taken down and put across my knee for a good spanking.”

“Oh, Santa.  Please I don’t need a spanking, I promise to be good.”

“You’ve said that before and I have a list of all the naughty things you’ve done.  I’ve checked it twice. Now come with me.”

You think you know what happens now, don't you?  

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Friday, November 28, 2014

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Saturday, November 22, 2014


Thanksgiving week in the US coming up.  Are you stressed?  Happily, we're not responsible for dinner, so I'm not stressed at all.  My contribution is croissants from Costco, how easy is that? Our kids will be here this week, we're excited to see them. Those of you celebrating Thanksgiving do you have special plans? 

Although this isn't my latest release, I'm choosing DESTINY TAKES A HAND this week. I thought it appropriate because of this Thanksgiving scene.

Sam and Seth Fremont invited Chris to spend Thanksgiving at their place.  The Fremont family hosted Thanksgiving dinner for years and invited everyone who had nowhere else to go.  The tradition started with their grandfather and weather permitting had happened every year since. Sam handled the cooking chores for the thirty-two guests and afterward Chris thought Sam might be too tired and suggested they retire early.

“Not a chance, big boy.  I want my reward for today’s dinner,” she told him.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked innocently.

“Let me give you a hint.”  She began by removing her blouse and pants, then undid her bra, came over and buried his head between her breasts. 

Chris took the hint.  He took her nipple between his teeth and nipped the tight bud, while pinching the other to full erection.  She was purring like a kitten and wiggling her ass around on his lap.  She undid his belt, pulling it through the loops, holding it in one hand while her other hand fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. 

“Now what, my little temptress?” he asked.

She handed him the belt she had folded in two.  “Think of something.”  He cupped her ass, pinching and kneading those beautiful globes.

What do you suppose Chris did?  The answer is buried in Chapter 14.  DESTINY TAKES A HAND and my other books are available at:


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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Corinne Alexander is Visiting Today

Hello everyone. Today I am proud to be featuring Corinne Alexander.  Corinne Alexander is an erotic spanking romance writer who loves nothing more than to snuggle up with a cup of coffee, a warm blanket, and a steaming hot erotic romance. She enjoys strong alphas, feisty heroines, and a good old fashioned spanking romance. A Brush of Violet (Corbin’s Bend) is her debut novella.  Corinne’s favorite kind of day is when she can slip away into nature to get lost in her daydreams (spinning her fantasies) with the forest floor under her feet, the wind rustling through her hair, and sunbeams kissing her face.

She is taking us on a vist to Corbin's Bend.  You have never visited Corbin's Bend.  Well, you are in for a treat.  It's a community in Colorado that is just made for spankos like us. A Brush of Violet is the story of Violet Walker. 

 Violet is a high powered business woman, who has long left her artistic days behind. That is until her best friend, Everleigh Harris, invites her to Corbin's Bend for an art festival. What Everleigh doesn't know is that Violet hasn't been able to paint a single brush stroke since turning her back on her submissive desires and spanking needs in college. When she meets charismatic and drop dead gorgeous Charles her world is turned completely upside down. Will Violet, overworked, burnt out, and in denial of her deepest wants and desires, be able to surrender when love knocks on her door?  

Charles Robinson, President of the discipline Board in Corbin’s Bend and longtime resident, adores the community he lives in and the freedom it provides for all who live there. Raised in a traditional family; love and discipline are a way of life for him. There’s nothing he wants more than a marriage just like his parents where spanking and romance go hand in hand, even if that means holding out for true love. Is Violet just the kind of woman he’s looking for?

Will Violet risk the life she’s built for herself in blood, sweat, and tears for the undeniable connection she has with Charles, the utter bliss and contentment she feels when she’s over his lap? Can Charles convince Violet she really can have it all? Will this trip be just what she needs to rekindle all that she has lost since joining the corporate world?

Here's an excerpt from A Brush of Violet

            As they made their way across the grassy knoll in the large park situated next to the community pool, the sound of children splashing and playing filled the air. The wind rustled through the leaves blowing all around them. The sight of the leaves dancing to the rhythm of the wind, just as the sun kissed her face, sent waves of contentment over her entire being. The feeling grew as Charles started whistling a tune as he walked beside her.
            “You know,” she said as she plucked a sweet yellow wild flower from the grass in front of her and tucked it behind her ear, “I have not felt this relaxed in as long as I can remember.” Gracefully, she stretched her arms toward the sky allowing them to relax along with the muscles in her entire body.
            A realization dawned on her as she looked over at the strong, yet peaceful face beside her. Charles always seemed to have an ease about him. “How do you do it?” she asked, bewildered.
            “How do I do what?” He crooked an eyebrow up in question.
            “You always look relaxed, comfortable in your own skin.” She looked up into his eyes and broke out into a grin. “And you always have this look in your eye like you know some great secret that the rest of us aren’t privy to. I guess you just look happy.”
            He chuckled, looking a bit perplexed. “Well that’s probably because I am. Aren’t you?” he asked, his hand brushed her shoulder in a familiar way as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. She had to admit she didn’t mind.
            The birds called to each other from tree to tree as she thought about what she was trying to say. “Happy? I mean sure, I love my job. There’s just no time for anything else. Nothing. I live, eat, and breathe my career.” The muscles in her shoulders tightened as she spoke. “You know I have always thought that it was just a part of it and that’s fine. But then I met you,” she said, wrinkling her forehead. His hand had almost by instinct found her areas of stress. She sighed luxuriating in the magic his fingers worked. “You have as high powered of a career as I do. You’re an attorney for goodness sakes,” she said with exasperation. “Yet, here you are, taking the time to show me around all the while whistling a tune and you look like you’re truly enjoying yourself. Since we’ve been out here, it’s dawned on me that this is the most relaxed I’ve been since I took my job.” She felt confused, agitated even, at this realization.
            She shivered as he reached out and straightened the flower in her hair. Her heart palpitated every time he touched her.
            “Do you think it’s because you don’t allow yourself to relax?” He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Do you ever take the time to do something just for the sake of enjoying it?” he asked.
            Surprised by this, she looked sharply over at him. “No, there’s never any time. I always have a deadline looming. The paperwork is endless. Aren’t you afraid if you take a break that everything will fall to shit?” she asked, consternation breaking over her.
            “No, honestly, I don’t.” He looked her levelly in the eye. “The work’s not going anywhere. Even if you miss out on one deal, there will always be another. If I want to be productive, I need to be a balanced person. To do that, it’s imperative to me to take time out to focus on myself. That means taking time to work out, to go for a run or to focus on my personal interests and passions for a bit. In fact, that’s how I wound up in Corbin’s Bend. It’s important to me to be free to be who I am.”
            Violet’s eyes snapped up quickly as their conversation was interrupted by a faint smacking sound carried across the lawn. Was that what she thought it was? She looked across the lawn, shading her eyes against the sun, to see a couple standing near a park bench a little ways away. A woman was getting her bottom spanked soundly as the man she was with rained smacks down just below her sit spot on her upper thighs. The woman struggled fiercely not only to keep her dress down, but was also doing her best to evade the spanking. The woman was kicking her feet earnestly causing her sundress to work its way up her thighs.
            She darted her tongue out to lick her suddenly dry lips. Her heart thundered under her breast bone. She knew she should probably look away, but she couldn’t bring herself to avert her eyes. She was mesmerized by the scene in front of her as heat flooded her body against her will. She could feel Charles watching her watch the chastisement unfold before her.
            It was over practically as soon as it started. The stern looking man led the sheepish looking woman away to where Violet could only guess they would finish the spanking in private. The couple looked nowhere near done.
Trying to gain her composure, she took a deep cleansing breath and tried to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
            Charles gave her a deep and meaningful look. “I’m curious, Violet. You know what kind of community this is. You don’t even bat an eye at the references or things that go on here. In fact, judging by your reaction to what we just saw,, I would say that you are intrigued.”
            Violet could feel the flush of heat color her face and she tried to find anywhere to look but into Charles scrutinizing gaze. “Everleigh has mentioned that you have been her biggest support in both entering a domestic discipline relationship with Rob and moving here. I’m just wondering if this isn’t as new to you as I thought.”
            She cleared her throat nervously. “It’s not,” she practically whispered, bending down to pick a large blade of grass to have something to do with her hands.
            “Violet,” Charles asked, tipping her face up to look him in the eye. “Have you ever been spanked?”
            “I have,” she admitted, her ears burning while she fervently wished the earth could swallow her whole. “It was a long time ago.” The words tumbled from her mouth. “I had a boyfriend once who liked to spank me.”
            He took a step toward her, his presence filled her senses. “And what about you, Violet, do you like to be spanked?” he asked, his voice a rich low tone.
            “Yes,” she squeaked, her eyes darting as she tried to find anywhere to look but him.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

Spanking Saturday

Before I completely forget to remind you, Corinne Alexander will be stopping by tomorrow to talk about her new release, A Brush of Violet.  Be sure to stop by because a visit to Corbin's Bend never disappoints.

November is half over, can you believe it?  Time is whipping on by and I want to get off the treadmill but it's not happening. Hope things have been better at  your end.  I feel bad for you that are dealing with the deep freeze.  I spoke with my friend the other day and she said is was 10 and that was the highest it was going to get - too damn cold for me.  Glad I follow the sunshine.  Hope those of you that don't are staying warm.

The Look of Love is my latest release.  It is the story of Erica and Scott Carson.  Their 30+ year marriage is a shining example of how love continues long past the initial stage of lust and passion and morphs into much more without losing any of that passion.  

In this scene, Scott wants to take a trip with Erica and even though they are empty nesters, they never seen to have any time together.  They book an extended cruise and trip and Erica mistakenly thinks the trip is later than actually scheduled and she begs Scott to postpone the trip  He stands firm and Erica is forced to change her plans but she is not happy about it.  After some thought, she apologizes to Scott and asks him to punish her for her behavior.  He is reluctant to do so, but she pushes until she gets her way.  Thinking he is going to be easier on her, she is surprised to find that he is not but the spanking fuels their passion and they dance their dance.

"That was incredible, sweetie.” 

 He watched her return from the bathroom and she saw those cobalt blue eyes filled with such love, her knees almost buckled.  She lay down next to him, her head on his chest, and they fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her. When they awoke the next morning, still entwined she kissed him.

“Last night was fabulous and I want a repeat of last night’s performance every day of the trip.”

“In that case, I had better start taking more vitamins.”

She giggled and gave him a sharp slap on his bottom and got up to begin another day with the man she loved.

Scott smiled and admonished her.  “Watch it girl.”

“What are you going to do, spank me?” She gave him that saucy little smile, swished her hips and walked into the bathroom.

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Thursday, November 13, 2014


LURKER - Someone who lurks or hides in the shadows.

Is that you?  Why not come into the light of day? We want to know you and the best part is you can pick any name you like, and we'll acknowledge you.  

Come on now, leave a comment - who knows you may make a new friend, you can never have too many.

Hermoine is our hostest with the mostest today and tomorrow and if you click on her name the link will take you to her blog to see the list of all the participants.  Who knows, next year you may decide to add your name to that list.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014




Saturday, November 8, 2014

Saturday Spanks

I haven't been here for two weeks and I almost forgot what to do. Why am I not surprised?
So many good books are being released now, my kindle is overflowing and my debit card is asking for a break.  

Speaking of new books released, I have a new one out too.  The Look of Love is a story of the trials and tribultions in the thirty-year+ DD marriage of Erica and Scott Carson and the impression it's made on their children and eventually their children's marriages.

In this scene Erica is reminiscing about their first date. Erica and Scott met when his company was hired to make einvironmental changes in the company that employed Erica.  There was a spark between them but until their project was completed, she refused to date him.  This is how she remembers their first coming together.

...she remembered he carried her upstairs to her bedroom.  She was ready to make love, but instead he sat her on the bed and sat down next to her.

"I'm not the type of guy to start anything I can't finish.  I am more than ready to take things to the next level, but I don't believe in one-night stands, so if you're ready to  have a relationship with me, we can sleep togegther.  If you're not, I'll go downstairs, and we can continue as we have been, just friends."

"You are an amazing man Scott, and I can't believe how fortunate I am to have met you.  I think I have been lusting for you from the first day we met...I welcome you into my life and my bed.  You are already in my heart and my head."

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Monday, November 3, 2014

The Look of Love

Do you ever wonder how older couples manage to stay happy and in love after years of marriage? The Look of Love is the story of one of these marriages.  It's a romance filled with love, spanking and some hot sex.  Yes, people over 40 still have sex, some even decades after that.  :-)

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