Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Wednesday Write-up

I write stories every week and post them on another blog.  This is a story that was posted a while back and if you're not a visitor to my other blog in may be unknown to you.

Alison was moving to back to a place she never thought she would.  Life didn’t always give you what you want, but it always gave you what you needed.

When Alison left Bound Brook to go to college, she never planned on returning.  Oh, she expected to visit occasionally, her father was still there, but a quick in and out visit was all she planned.  It had worked well for ten years but then her father became ill and needed help.  As much as she hated the thought of giving up her life in the city, her father’s needs usurped her own so she subleased her apartment and moved back to her hometown.

Not much had changed since she’d left to go to college.  Bound Brook was still a small town, surrounded by rolling hills and farmland.  Good fishing in the lake brought in lots of summer visitors and even some hardy souls in the winter.  Her dad’s place, Walt’s Fish and Tackle, had been around forever and had provided a good living for her and her mother. She wondered how she was going to manage her dad and the business.  Enter Micah Johnson

Micah Johnson had gone to school with Alison Brady.  He was a BMOC and full of himself. Not that he didn’t have the right –he was gorgeous with his black wavy hair and green eyes. He was the star of the football team, the baseball team and debate captain.  Of course, he was voted Most Likely to Succeed in the Senior yearbook and crowned king of the Senior Prom.  Other than an occasional nod, Alison Brady was not on his radar. 

During one of her visits from college, she learned that Micah had given up his football scholarship at the state university to join the Armed Forces.  She didn’t hear again until she read in the papers that he had been seriously wounded and was being discharged.  Months later, on one of her visits home, she ran into him downtown.  She stopped and re-introduced herself to him thanking him for his service and asked how he was making the transition back to civilian life.

“I know who you are Alison.  Thank you.  I’m doing okay,” he responded.  His voice was flat and though he was still gorgeous,  his smile was not reflected in his eyes.  The spark was gone.  After a few more minutes of meaningless conversation, Alison moved on.  Occasionally, over the years she would give him a thought but that was as far as it went.

Her dad never mentioned he had hired Micah Johnson when he first began feeling the effects of his illness, so it was both a surprise and relief to Alison to learn that the business was being handled and was one less worry.  One her first evening home, Micah Johnson came by with a pizza and a six-pack of beer and she re-introduced herself once again.

“I know all about you Alison Brady.  You are the apple of your dad’s eye and I’m glad you’ve finally come back into his life.”

She felt a little put off by his remark.  She was always in her dad’s life, maybe not her physical presence but there were phone calls and occasional visits. 

“I’m not sure you know anything about me, Micah.”

“I know you through your dad and his photo albums.  He has shared them with me on many an occasion.  I don’t see many recent photos though.  Why is that?”

There was that guilt again.  “Are you criticizing me, Micah?”

“No, just making observations.”

And so it went.  Alison learned that Micah had been coming by every evening to keep Walt company and report on the day’s business.  Now, she would occasionally invite him to have dinner with them and Micah began getting to know Alison from more than the photo albums.

Neither of them had ever experienced serious relationships – Micah because of his PTSD and Alison because she never took the time.  Her career had come first and now that her career was on hold, she realized for the first time, just how empty her life really was.

As her dad’s condition worsened, she leaned on Micah more and more.  He was more than willing to be the shoulder on which she shed her tears.  Many a night, they shed them together as Walt faded further and further away.

The day before Walt passed, the three of them sat together in Walt’s room.  He was brighter than he had been in days.  They spoke of life and as he began to fade, Walt asked Alison to get a box down from his closet.  She found the box and handed it to him.

“No, it’s for you, after I’m gone.  Promise me, to not open until then.”

“I promise, Daddy, but don’t go anytime soon.”  He smiled a beatific smile and drifted off to sleep.  By morning he was gone.

Several days after the funeral, she and Micah met in the attorney’s office.  To Allison, it was a formality, after all, she was her dad’s only living relative and assumed she would be the sole beneficiary of his estate. 

She was and she wasn’t.  The house was hers, provided she continued to live in it for one year.  If by the end of that year she wasn’t married, the house was to be sold and the proceeds donated to the local VFW.  The contents and the insurance was hers to do with as she chose.

Walt’s Fish and Tackle was left to Micah under the same stipulations.

It took neither of them long to figure out just what Walt had in mind. 

“So what are we going to do about this?” she asked Micah.

“What do we have to lose?  We’re both unattached and we already have a friendship.  Marriages have started with less.”

“I guess you’re right.”

So they started dating as if they were getting together for the very first time.  Micah learned that Alison was fiercely independent and had a temper, Alison learned that Micah, although a patient man, would only take so much bossing around before he nipped it in the bud.

Their first altercation came about a month after they began their ‘new relationship’.  It began as a silly spat and escalated when Alison threw a dish she was drying at Micah.  It sailed a little too close for comfort to Micah’s head and crashed into the far wall.

The look on Micah’s face told Alison she had gone too far.  She immediately said she was sorry and went to pick up the pieces.

“Not so fast, Ms. Brady.”  He grabbed her arm as she passed him and pushed her against the kitchen counter.  He picked up a spatula from the sink and lit into her behind.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“I should think it obvious,” he replied.

Alison was not amused, she stomped on his foot and he howled with pain.  “That’s it.  The next thing she knew her capris and panties were down around her knees and she was getting her butt reddened but good.  She railed against him as he brought down the spatula again and again on her already 'on fire' bottom.  Words he hadn’t heard since he left the marines, came out of her mouth and as each verbal assault reached his ears, his hand gathered steam and applied it to her ass.  It was almost as red as the spatula he held in his hand when he finally determined she had enough.  He dropped it on the counter and bent to help pull up her clothing.

“Don’t you dare!” she said in a most hateful tone.

He didn’t listen. 

“Do you need more spanking?”

“No, I need you to take me in your arms, carry me up to my bedroom and ride me hard.”

“What?” he couldn’t believe he heard her right.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear what I said.” she said bossily.

He heard and he did as she asked.  He dropped her on the bed and was on her like white on rice before she had a chance to change her mind.  No foreplay, no condom, no sweet nothings – just pure unadulterated lust.

Afterward, they lay there spent and sweaty. Finally, Micah looked at her.  He had a sheepish look on his face.  “I’m sorry I got carried away.”

“I’m not, Alison told him.“I think we may have found our stride, Micah.  What do you think?”

“I think your dad knew just what he was doing. Speaking of that, I know it might not be any of my business but what did your Dad have in that box he gave you on his last day.”

“You know, I’d forgotten all about that.”  She got up and padded to her Dad’s old room.  The box was still on the floor next to his bed.  She carried it back to her room.  As she sat on the bed, she winced a bit at the soreness in her behind and smiled.  Opening the box, she found a locket of her mother’s, a skate key, a silver dollar and assorted other odds and ends.  It wasn’t until she had emptied all of the contents that she found the note.  It was scrawled on a piece of paper in her dad’s handwriting.

To My Daughter,
Life is not bound or determined by geographic locations.  You can live a fulfilling life in a small town or a big city – it all depends on you.  Life is meant to be shared – share it, share it with someone special – the joy it brings will last long after the accolades of fame and fortune have faded away.
                                                            Love you to pieces.

The tears flowed as she read those last cherished words.  She looked at Micah.  “Do you think maybe we found our special someone’s in each other?”

“I think maybe we have.”

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Saturday, May 20, 2017

Saturday Spanks

Ta Da - Summer vacations will soon be upon us here on this side of the world.  Are you looking for a good read to get you through those long, lazy summer days?  A good place to find them is right here, on this blog and on the blogs of the authors listed below.  Why not load up your kindle or nook, IPad or whatever device you use now and you'll be ready for that first day poolside or at the beach.

This week, I'm continuing to feature FINDING HOME.  It's a threesome, but not in the way you think.  The heroine Sally Jenkins is torn between two men.  Cade Collier, a famous actor, who used to be the boy next door and still her brother's best friend and a player; or, Jake Raymond the sexy cowboy who not only rodeos but owns his own ranch and has a thing for the feisty rancher.  

EXCERPT: In this scene, Sally and Cade are having a conversation about someone they both know and someone who likes to stir the pot.

“Is that advice I should take to heart, Cade?”

Don’t go putting words in my mouth.”

“Those words came out of your mouth Cade.”

He went over to her and gave her a pop on the butt.  “You know what I mean, now behave.”

“Or what.”

“Or you might find your butt getting spanked for too much sass.”

“Sass is my stock in trade, Cade, you of all people should know that my now.”

  He kissed her on the cheek, slapped her ass and said goodbye.

“Taking a few too many liberties there guy.  I’m not one of your Hollywood chippies.”

“No, but you are my Claremont chippie, aren’t you?”

“The jury is still out.”


The western romances listed in the picture below are also available on Kindle Unlimited.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Spank that Saturday

Here we are at another Saturday to delve into the wonderful world of spanking fiction.  What will you choose today- age play, sci-fi, modern romance, regency, western, historical, DD/DS, TTWD, BDSM, B&D, M/F, M/M, F/F, twosomes, threesomes?  There is something for everyone because one person's kink is another person's norm.  

Me, I'm featuring a modern western romance.  FINDING HOME.  It's a threesome, but not in the way you think.  The heroine Sally Jenkins is torn between two men.  Cade Collier, a famous actor, who used to be the boy next door and still her brother's best friend and a player; or, Jake Raymond the sexy cowboy who not only rodeos but owns his own ranch and has a thing for the feisty rancher and wants only one woman.


He climbed the stairs and found Sally waiting for him. She’d smoothed out the bed linens from their earlier romp and was sitting in the middle of his bed, legs up and open wearing only one of his shirts unbuttoned. Her hair, hanging loosely around her shoulders and the angelic smile on her face,  gave the appearance of a well-loved woman waiting for the next adventure.

“I see you’re ready.”

“What’s that you have in your hand?” she asked when she noticed the glass.

“A little something I thought we might try.” He held up the glass for her inspection. 

“You being a horsewoman should know all about…”

“Ginger. You’ve got to be kidding,” she said before he’d even finished his sentence.

“No, not kidding.  Aren’t you the gal who is always looking for a new adventure, or was I mistaken.”

 “Roll over.”

“I will not.”  He approached her and edged her over onto her side and slapped her ass.


“I said, roll over.  Do we have to establish the rules each and every time?”

“Oh, I see, you’re acting out your Dom role, okay I’ll play along,” she told him. 

Which cowboy is it - Cade or Jake?  Guess you'll have to read to find out, my lips are sealed.



Saturday, May 6, 2017

Another Saturday Spanking Sneak Peek

KENTUCKY DERBY AND CINCO de MAYO in one weekend.  WOW- lots of margaritas and good Mexican food yesterday and Mint Juleps today. How about you?  Are you in the mood for vaqueros, senoritas and horses?  If so, I have just the book for you. Taming Maria is one of the first few books I penned.  I've learned a lot since then, but there's still a good story here, lots of loving and spanking, vaqueros and senoritas.  

Taming Maria by [Smith, Leigh]

In Taming Maria, the long awaited marriage between Maria Elena Bartolá and Juan Antonio Cabrillo eventually takes place. The business interests of the Bartolá's include cattle, horses, and farming, with the Cabrillo family focusing on the raising and breeding of cattle. The story is set in California during the 1940's, amidst a backdrop of ranches and vineyards and two childhood sweethearts destined to become lovers. But the handsome Juan is fully aware that his bride-to-be is headstrong and tempestuous. It seems the only sure way to tame her is to give her a well-deserved spanking! The couple face hardship, adventure, personal tragedy and long periods of separation ... but there are some things in life that are worth waiting for.


"Maria, What are you doing in there?"

"I'm getting dressed Papa."

"Everybody is here and waiting for you."

"Well, I'm the bride and without me, there is no wedding, so let them wait."

"Maria, I'm warning you.  If you are not downstairs in ten minutes, I am going to.."

"Going to what, Papa?"

"Send up Juan.  He knows how to deal with you."

She smiled at the thought of Juan coming upstairs.  The hell with the old wives tale, Juan would appreciate seeing her in lacy bra, panties and garter belt holding up her silk stockings. She'd even do a little pirouette with her high heels to give him the full view.  He would threaten to take her over his knee if she didn't behave. 'I might have to dawdle a little longer.  Nothing like a bride blushing with the afterglow of a spanking .'


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Monday, May 1, 2017

Looking for a good read?


Finding Home 

Sally has grown up with Cade Collier, her brother's best friend.  There's always been a certain something between Cade and Sally. Cade is the kind of guy who enjoys being the center of attention. His good looks and charm helped him win a modeling competition, which led to a glittering career in movies and television. Although a celebrity, Cade always seeks out Sally when he returns home to Claremont.

Sally lives and works on the Double JJ ranch where she breeds horses, and on one of her trips she meets Jake Raymond. The tall, good looking cowboy is interested in buying one of Sally’s horses … and he’s also interested in her. There is an instant chemistry between them, and things begin to change for Sally as she gets to know this new man in her life.
As time goes by, passions spark, and tensions and jealousies grow. One feisty, attractive woman and two hunky cowboys. Sally is conflicted… she’s attracted to both men: both like to spank, and the sex is great … but which guy will she choose, and why?

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