Public or Private Spankings?

Or both… Were you spanked as a child? If you were, do you remember when you were out with one or both of your parents either shopping, dining or at a friend’s house and you misbehaved? What did your parents do? After attempting to curtail your ridiculous behavior, did you get that look? You know the one I’m talking about. Perhaps followed by a whisper telling you in no uncertain terms that you were getting a hard spanking whenbend over saying,jpg your returned home?

I remember that from being a child. I’d sit in the back seat of the car on the ride home dreading, worrying, sniveling as quietly as possible. My father was usually the disciplinarian, but never did he spank me in public or even in front of close friends. However, a school friend of mine had a different life. I remember on several occasions where her father would find a hardback chair, yank it into the middle of the group and give her a severe bare assed spanking while everyone watched. He’d even send her to the corner afterwards. In my opinion, traumatizing for a child.

But what about as an adult? Hmmm… I write in several genres from suspense and thriller to BDSM with spanking usually taking at least a small part of the plot. I realized that in several of my pieces, there was some form of public discipline, or what might be considered humiliation. Of course, there are more severe forms of this from stories about real life to fantasy. I’ve thrown a bit of that into more hard core books as well, but for this blog, I’m talking about a good, old fashioned, over the knee kind of spanking.

For a solid percentage of couples involved in the lifestyle – married, engaged or just dating – the man is the head of household. There are rules for the lovely lady to follow and punishment if they aren’t. Rules infractions can include things such as back talking, swearing, making a fool of ones  self in public, as well as more egregious breaches in pre-set regulations. So I have to ask this question – has your significant other spanked you in front of friends or even in a more public environment?

You know what I mean. Let’s say you were at a friend’s barbecue and you and your partner began to argue. Little things at first but moods grew increasingly worse, the quips turned sarcastic, even cascading over into conversations with friends. What would the head of household do in this case? Would he smile, take your arm and lead you to a quiet area, reminding you that you’re both trying to enjoy an afternoon and suggest, in no uncertain terms, that you cool it? Would it be followed by the “look”? Stern, wooden hairbrushforeboding, controlling and one that made you quiver?

What if you refused to follow the command? What if you wanted to have a good time and developed an attitude? What would he do next? I think for many couples, this can be a daunting issue. Do you leave the party, making some excuse? Do you allow the behavior to continue unchecked? These can be difficult questions. I’ve talked to many couples where the husband actually finds a quiet spot, perhaps a bedroom or a family room that is somewhat sequestered and at minimum pulls the wife over his knee, giving her a hand spanking. This is likely to be followed by a promise of more severe punishment when you both returned home. Can you imagine her thoughts?

Did anyone see or hear? Do others at the party know I’m a well spanked woman? Will anyone look at me differently? And the anticipation of later… Whew. What if he took the situation a step further? What if…he didn’t find a secluded spot and simply pulled you over his knee, lifting your skirt and spanking you right in front of all your friends? What if he announced to everyone that you were getting a spanking beforehand? Can you imagine the humiliation? I have heard of couples who use this practice. Effective? Perhaps.

I think for couples who go on vacation or to visit the in-laws, there are methods that can be used to curtail the humiliation while giving needed rounds of discipline. A walk in the woods, cutting a switch and providing a hard spanking is often used. Taking a drive to an empty parking lot or waiting until the in-laws are out of the house are other ideas that couples have resorted to.

One of the favorite stories I’ve written is about a simple Target run on a beautiful Saturday. The argument ensues, the nasty words flying. What is a man to do when he’s caught off guard with no useful implements (other than his hand) to use? Why, he takes the wife into the crowded store, heading down the local beauty aisle to the hairbrushes. Can you imagine standing by his side as he tests out various brushes, smacking them against his hand, checking the weight and the “thudding” measure?

When he’s satisfied with selecting one or even two, both of you go about your shopping trip, but you know what you’re getting the moment you leave the store. The purchases made, he remains quiet as you unload the items then he may drive to a furthest spot in the parking lot and instructs you to remove your panties. He climbs onto the passenger seat, pulls you over his lap and with the door open, provides a solid, hard and lengthy spanking.

You wiggle, you cry, you flail but you’re not getting out of a well deserved punishment. And why should you? You broke the rules. You humiliated him in public. You acted like a misbehaving child. Don’t you deserve to have your naked ass smacked with a thick, wooden brush?

What are your thoughts? Has your significant other spanked you in any kind of public setting? Do you think some form of humiliation can help? And, do you like reading stories that include these kinds of spankings? Inquiring minds want to know. I hope I’ve given you some delicious thoughts. Enjoy your day.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Asha Daniels

You know how much I love having guest authors! Highlighting their sizzling work makes me smile. I have Asha Daniels today, a true southern girl with a love of fried chicken, iced tea and long walks on the beach. She has a third book coming with Blushing Books on May 17th and this one looks absolutely delicious. Let’s take a peek at…

SURRENDERING TO THE MOUNTAIN MAN

SYNOPSIS

She’s a victim of her family’s treacherous life.

When a wealthy college student is given a gift by her father, one requiring a hefty price, Surrendering to the Mountain Man_500x755she seeks solace in the mountains. Until a horrific snowstorm interferes, thrusting her into the arms of a dangerous man who will require her surrender.

He ran away from his life and those who considered him a monster, determined to live alone. Determined to erase the pain. Then he’s forced to save her life. Is there such a thing as second chances?

EXCERPT

Razer 

I am the darkness, the kind of man the majority fear.

I am a monster, my life surrounded by carriers of my disease.

I am the devil who will break you.

I am also the one you crave.

I’ve always been alone. Yeah, there were people once, and a hell of a lot of them. They wanted something from me. That was the key. They always wanted. I was the man in charge, the one who could make or break them. Their careers. Their lives. In turn, I had everything I ever desired. Women. Money. Clout. Shit, I was filthy rich. Sure, I loved lording my wealth over almost everyone I knew.

Then I lost everything that mattered to me.

One. Single. Night.

One ridiculous and uncalculated decision and my life turned to shit. I was careless with my trust and all because of a woman. The ugly fact will haunt me forever, but I burned too many bridges to be able to salvage any aspect of my former self. Too bad for them, for the fuckers who put me here. Revenge will be sweet. For now? I’m gathering my strength, biding my time so they say.

Many would say I ran away. Perhaps I did. I no longer cared what anyone else thought and I still don’t. No sense in worrying about things I couldn’t change. Snickering, I walked around the corner, heading for a round of entertainment for the evening. Taking another long drag, I held the smoke as I studied the brick façade of the various buildings lining the snow slickened street. The area was quaint, far too much so for my taste, but functional, even allowing for various levels of kink. I blew out, creating smoke ringlets before taking another puff.

I have to admit, the cigarette tasted damn good. I’d given up the habit over a year before, the very day my life plummeted into Hell. But today? I craved the taste, nasty and bitter. Inhaling, I watched the various women as they entered the club. They are all the same. In my mind, they are two-bit whores who feed off men like piranhas, eating the flesh, feasting on their blood, if only in the methods of money and sex. Disgusting.

But I was hungry and there were few places where questions were never asked, heads always turning the other way. I learned where to go the first week I stepped foot in the wretched area. I had to be protected if only from myself and the anger, the rage living inside, burrowing its way into my soul.

But my rage remained.

The frigid breeze blew against my skin and usually the cold was invigorating. Tonight, I felt nothing. My goal was simple. To find a woman and to fuck her. There was no need for romance. These kinds of women preferred dominating men, forceful to the point some would say the experience was rape. For the girls entering the darkened club, they were ready, eager to be taken.

Exactly what I needed.

After tossing the cigarette, I crossed the street, taking long strides. Even the majority of the businesses were closed. It was late, and the vacationers were all nestled snug in their beds, unaware such carnal activities were going on just a few miles away from their precious resort. The locals simply turned the other way, refusing to acknowledge the kind of sick kink occurring behind the massive steel door. I liked the name. It suited the establishment perfectly. The Torture Chamber. I couldn’t help but laugh.

The entrance was unmarked, except for a single plaque nailed onto the graphite steel door. For some reason, my mind reverted to a cross, a naked and bloodied man. Maybe my guilt was creeping in again. I didn’t hesitate after swinging it open, simply walking past the bouncers. They recognized who I was, if by no other means than reputation. I didn’t know their names and they knew better than to ask mine, but they’d heard of me. The music was loud, blaring and as my eyes swept the neon infused establishment, I could sense the stares, and not only from the women. Men knew to be afraid and so they keep their distance. But the women… Oh, yes, the women certainly didn’t seem to mind being used by a hulking man who said very little.

The bar was jam packed, the liquor flowing, but I wasn’t here for the booze. I have plenty back at the cabin. I also don’t need to push my way through the heated bodies. They simply moved out of my way. Within seconds, I’d found the one I could tolerate for the night and closed the distance. She had violet eyes, the kind no doubt most men would sink into. They were far too vibrant, even in the intense lighting. She wore her clothes like a costume, hiding the woman behind the cloak, or some would say a mask. Not that I cared. Everything was fake these days.

“My, aren’t you something to look at?” she purred and fanned her face. “What do you think, ladies?”

“I don’t think you can handle him, Raven,” the blonde cooed, her look almost condescending.

Raven shook her head, winking at the others. “I’m not certain he can handle me.”

I glanced at the other two women, both attempting to look much younger than they actually were. In their skin-tight dresses and four-inch heels, garish make-up and exuding salacious expressions like bitches in heat, they were ready for anything; however, they weren’t my type. My cock wasn’t throbbing, nor would it be until I was ready for some relief. I’d learned control several years before. “Do you crave pain?”

The question seemed to take her aback. Maybe the other men in the room had no balls.

“Pain?” Raven’s slight smile brightened. “I’m not entirely certain what you mean by pain.”

I could see her hardened nipples through the thin material. The girl called Raven wasn’t fooling anyone with her pretense. She was a true pain whore.

“Look at his eyes. Wow. You are one dark and dangerous man,” the blonde murmured, fanning her face.

“You have no idea.” The answer was succinct as well as the truth, and I could see the words only fueled Raven. “I need your answer.”

Raven’s lower lip quivered as she studied me. I’d never noticed the way women could have the innate ability to size up a man until now, but she managed to catch a glimpse of an attribute she craved.

Power.

“You go, girl,” the blonde whispered, swiveling her hips.

“I’ll do anything you ask,” Raven said under her breath, almost daring to come closer.

“Then come with me.” There were stalls inside the building, makeshift rooms allowing for carnal activities. While they might have been pristine once, the areas were now little more than tawdry reminders that kink would never be respected. However, they were useful for what I considered the business at hand. This was nothing more than a transaction, a power exchange entered into by two consenting adults. There were rules, as with every profession, but very few were followed in any manner and no one checked shit.

I didn’t take her hand, nor did I offer any method of conversation. She would soon learn that I cared only about two things. Sex and whipping. There are darker aspects of BDSM that I’d enjoyed before, even sharing certain experiences with friends, men who had no idea what they were getting involved in. Playboys simply taking what was entitled to them. What a crock of bullshit. That had been a hell of a long time ago. I was no longer into babysitting of any kind.

This was the single reason I came to this wretched place.

The pre-ordered stall was at the end of the hall. A quick flick of a switch highlighted the once vivid space. The walls were covered in thick fabric, suppressing noise both inside as well as privacy for those in other rooms. This particular stall held a single apparatus, a wooden piece especially designed for whipping and fucking. I shot a single look at the girl before dropping my keys. Her expression allowed a smile to curl on my lip.

She wasn’t certain of her place or her requirements. Her demeanor had changed, no longer the fiery creature. Even her lower lip quivered, giving her apprehension away.

What did I care? She’d agreed to a session. She’d agreed to my demands. She’d agreed to accept whatever level of anguish I doled out. “Undress.”

Ooohhh – very tasty. Don’t you think? Thank you for being my guest today and here is the link for her latest book – Surrendering to the Bodyguard. Imagine the concept.

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A Sizzling Taste of…Inferno

I thought I’d give you a taste of the last in the Missoula Smokejumper series. Inferno will bring various stories together and of course, all my HOT men will be involved and the ladies they were determined to love. This is so bittersweet for me. I never knew as an author that you do get involved in the lives of the characters. Highlighting the beautiful city of Missoula has also been a joy. I hope you’ve laughed and cried along with me. I think I cried four times writing this particular story. That might tell you something!

Happy reading…

INFERNO – ANTONIO’S STORY (unedited)

“Tell me your kinkiest fantasy.” Her tone was soft, velvety, the kind of voice a man could listen to for days.

Antonio Giovanni almost knocked over his beer. His entire body was tingling, wild desire Infernobursting at the seams. And all from a single line. Willa had a look about her, ruby stained lips and long legs a man could lose track of time just admiring. “You mean whips and chain?”

“Mmm…” Willa dragged her tongue all the way around her glass, a husky purr coming from her throat. “Whips. Chains. Bondage. Beatings.”

Why did he have a feeling this girl was teasing him? Leaning over, he whispered in her ear. “To have absolute domination over a woman for an entire weekend, nothing held back. Binding her wrists and ankles, keeping her chained to do my bidding any. Time. I. Desire. Perfect.”

Closing her eyes, she shuddered and took a sip of her drink. “I like a rough and tumble man.”

Chuckling, he sat back, studying her chiseled face and porcelain skin. She was far too gorgeous to frequent a dive bar like this one. “Any other questions for me? You know, to see if I pass the test?”

“Let me think. What are you looking for?”

He studied her face in the dim light of the bar. “In life?”

“In everything.” She laughed and eased her hand over her mouth, her eyes twinkling. “I know, far too philosophical for a bar conversation. Right?”

Shrugging, he thought about her question. He’d met her maybe thirty minutes before. Two people in a rundown hole in the wall seeking solace and a hard drink. Willa seemed like a nice girl, far too much so to be sitting all alone. There were three other customers, scruffy and intoxicated, an indication of the kind of place. “Peace.”

“Said like a tortured man.” Willa swirled the swizzle stick in her drink.

“I’ve never thought of myself that way, but you might be right.” He was far too attracted.

Sitting back, she allowed her gaze to travel up and down, studying him from head to toe. “Tony. I can tell you’re more than what you appear to be. You’re not a paper pusher, not by a long shot. If I had to guess what you did, I’d say a policeman or maybe a rancher.”

Forced to resist laughing, he shook his head. “Not even close, except for the paper pushing part. I don’t think I could sit behind a desk all day. If I had to guess, I’d say you were an attorney.” He hadn’t been creative when using a fake name and wasn’t entirely certain he knew why he had, except for he didn’t need any complications in his life. He wasn’t looking for romance or a girl friend of any type. He’d traveled out of Missoula to spend the weekend alone, to think about what the fuck he was doing with his life.

He had a feeling he was being passed up for promotion and he’d spent the better part of a solid month enraged, almost getting his ass suspended from the smokejumping team. The last thing he needed to do was lose his job, one he loved more than anything in his life. Hell, jumping was the only thing he had in his life that was worthwhile. So, the trip had been on the fly, driving until he found a bar close to a hotel. To be very much alone, wallowing in a bottle.

Then she walked into the dingy bar.

Her smile widening, she re-crossed her leg. “I’ll take that as a compliment, but hell no. I couldn’t stand to be in a courtroom either defending or prosecuting lowlifes. That would piss me off royally.”

Damn it. He liked this girl. From her short fiery red hair to her provocative dress, she was the perfect objection to getting a good night’s sleep. “I know at least one attorney who might fight you on that one.”

“I’ve never met any attorneys I could call anything but slimy.”

“Ouch. Sounds like you’ve had some horrible experiences.” Antonio found himself leaning in, catching every word, concentrating on what she said in return. This wasn’t like him.

“Let’s just say I’ve had certain family issues over the years forcing me to seek answers. I didn’t like what I heard so I’m moving on my way.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

She gave him a wry look. “In a way. Just some time to myself, which rarely happens.”

He lifted his drink. “To finding out shit out here in the middle of nowhere.”

Willa winked as she lifted her glass, touching her rim to his beer bottle. “I can drink to that.” After taking a swallow, she closed her eyes, making murmuring sounds.

Fuck, if his cock wasn’t aching, thumping hard against his way to tight jeans.

“What kind of women do you like?” she asked then rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t that sound like a come on?”

They both laughed, and he wasn’t even certain what to tell her. “Truth is. I hope it’s a come on. I love intelligent women with attitude, yet women who prefer a man to be in firemen-sexy-2015,jpgcharge.” Oh yeah, he was risking the woman slapping him across the face and storming out of the bar.

“You mean in the bedroom?” She had a sly expression on her face.

He had to swallow twice before he could answer. Here goes nothing. “In the bedroom and in the relationship. Might sound old fashioned and I guess it is, but I think having one person in charge, and in my case the man as the head of household, is the glue for any relationship. Equality leads to more arguments.”

“So, the man decides the rules and what the little woman can do?” Willa asked quietly.

“Well, yes, with agreement from his little woman,” he said as he grinned, feeling the heat of embarrassment riding up from his neck. Had he ever admitted this to another woman? Even with Lila, he hadn’t formed any rational thoughts in any form. In fact, they argued the majority of the time. Then Lila had been over eight years ago.

“Hmmm… That’s very interesting.” She remained unblinking but seemed a thousand miles away.

Great, you Neanderthal. He shook his head and took another gulp of beer. That was one way to end a great conversation.

“A woman can feel protected as well as loved, secure in her environment. Pressure is taken off, allowing for a happier relationship. I bet the sex is damn hot as well.” Her tone of voice had changed, full of teasing.

Leaning over, he lowered his voice so only she could hear. “Sex is hot. As. Shit.”

Willa licked her lips in response.

Antonio was in absolute agony, ready to rip off his jeans as well as the sexy little dress she was wearing. He tried everything to squash his libido.

“Fascinating. I’ve never met a man who was so open and honest. Most men act like they want women to be equals.” Willa scooted closer.

Just enough he inhaled her perfume, the exotic scent filling his nostrils and driving him to the point of madness. His cock was begging for relief. Even using the term ‘relationship’ surprised the heck out of him. “I prefer to be completely honest.”

“That’s wonderful because honestly builds trust and that is something I must have. To break trust even once is the worst sin and unforgiveable.”

Antonio heard conviction behind her words.

She darted a look over her shoulder, as if making certain no one could hear their conversation. “Let me recap. A man in this case, being in charge means making rules, requiring the little woman to abide and obey or risk facing the consequences? She no doubt has an allowance, limits on credit cards, friends she can see. That kind of thing.” She had a gleam in her eyes.

“Honestly? Yes, although I don’t care about friends.” All the chats he’d been a part of with the other jumpers on the team, their time spent in what they called the Burnout club had been one sided for him. He hadn’t participated or had much to offer. What did he know about disciplining a woman? But he craved just that.

She eased her hand down the length of her neck, the tips of her fingers moving back and forth in a slow and easy rhythm. “Truly fascinating.”

“And your thoughts?” Antonio was mesmerized by her dazzling blue eyes, her high cheekbones and the beautiful cleft between her voluptuous breasts. He tried to force himself to look away, but she was far too captivating, igniting a fire from deep within.

Hesitating, she leaned further over, until her face was within only a few inches from his. When she spoke, her tone had changed yet again, becoming huskier, sexy in an unassuming way. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I agree. I think all women deserve and require a hard spanking from time to time.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now, his damn dick was pinched to the point he was going to have to find some sort of relief soon. “I think I’ve waited my entire life to hear a woman say that.”

His reward was her hand floating across his knee.

“Your turn. What do you like in a man?” The third drink had gone down way too easily, perhaps for both of them.

“That’s easy. Dark and brooding with a penchant for danger. Dominating with a heart of gold. Unwilling to take my crap for any period of time.” She giggled again, tossing back her head as she swirled back and forth on the barstool.

“I take it you’re a very bad little girl.”

“Very much so. Wicked in fact.”

“Then you do need a hard spanking.” He touched his belt on purchase, watching her reaction.

A slight moan escaped her lips as she nodded. “Yes. God, yes.”

Antonio’s heart was racing, electricity skyrocketing throughout every cell in his body. Taking a chance, he reached out, sliding his index finger down her cheek to her mouth. When she purred, he held his breath and traced a series of circles around her mouth. He could just make out her nipples pushing hard against her blouse, could see a hint of her lacy bra given one of the buttons had come undone.

Pursing her lips, she darted out her tongue, dragging the tip down his finger.

“Jesus,” he whispered and slid his hand around her neck, tightening his grip just enough as he pulled her further forward. “I can give you exactly what you crave, what you need.”

She continued licking his finger, moving her tongue up and down in a lazy fashion. Grasping his hand, she held his arm in place as she pulled his finger into her wet mouth, sucking in an exaggerated fashion.

“Would you like me to give you a spanking right here. Right now?” He kept his grip firm, his fingers digging into the flesh of her neck.

Willa eased his finger out of her mouth. “Yes, please.”

Hunger unlike any he’d known for years roared, sliding into every tense muscle. Tugging her off the stool, he crushed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue inside, tasting her sweet essence.

Clinging to him, she moaned into the kiss as their tongues entwined.

The moment became intense with passion, his actions becoming more manic, even rough as he shifted to his feet, pulling her close to the heat of his body. He pushed his groin against her stomach, grinding as he sucked on her tongue. Everything about this felt so right, amazing to the point he was overheated, beads of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

Willa eased the flats of her hands up and down his back, her fingers kneading. She arched her back as he held her, rising onto her tiptoes.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped her lower lip before sliding his mouth down to her chin and across her jawbone. He took a step back, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him as he walked toward the shadowed hallway leading to the bathrooms. The bartender followed with his eyes, snorting before tipping his head to stare at the television screen behind the bar.

There was no one to stop them or care what they were doing.

I hope you’ve enjoyed and happy Saturday!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Domestic Discipline – All Walks of Life

I’ve had questions about why I use domestic discipline as a center for the relationships in the Missoula Smokejumpers series. For those who don’t know what this means – one person is in charge of the household. In my case, the man in the relationship. There are rules for the woman to follow and consequences if she doesn’t, such as various forms of punishment. Spanking is often used as both a deterrent and punishment for infractions. However, they enjoy love and heightened passion, have careers and families. This isn’t unlike any other more vanilla style aspect of relationships – we worry and frustrate, argue with our mates, long for an easier life and yes sometimes contemplate divorce or leaving our partner. It’s a fact of life – a sad one at The belt sayingtimes but it is. Modern society has changed us as humans and as partners and we expect things in our marriages that are entirely different than what perhaps those did in the fifties.

There are all kinds of movements from people longing to go back to a 1950’s household to those trying D/s for the first time – a longing they’ve had that only a few of us have the courage to admit. Some embrace easily and totally while other couples falter because of their respective pasts, demons living inside or perhaps the fear that so many of us have about being labeled “weird”. Well for so many who practice alternative forms of lifestyles, they are not weird. They are finally being themselves. Now don’t get me wrong, in the world of some kink or discipline style or whatever label you want to put on it, I’m a bit more vanilla and my DH and I don’t practice. I think he would honestly cringe given he does when I describe certain books. I simply respect the lifestyle as I pen stories about relationships. I’ve talked to many couples who have made the HUGE change and they tell me that the decision takes time, communication and fortitude. That’s why I give people who do embrace, go through all the trials and tribulations of admitting their needs and finally find the courage to do so huge kudos. BUT what I can tell you from all my communication and reading, talking to people, and spending time with others who truly allow me into their life – every relationship is different. There is no cookie cutter. There is no perfect methodology and there is no true and tried way to make it all work. In other words, alternative relationships are just as fucked up at times as vanilla ones.

So that being said, we all have demons and pasts we wish to forget. Some of us have anger management issues based on fear or trepidation about being the head hauncho. Some of us were in relationships we felt we were suffocating from and reach out to touch another human being. That can make for strife, additional arguments and tough times. Only through serious soul searching and very open communication can couples get through the tough times. This no doubt sounds like your relationship. Right? That’s why showing the various sides in the smokejumper books is so important to me. Love is tough. You really have to give all of your heart and soul to make it work. Does the power exchange really work? Do punishments provide peace in the household? Well, the answer can be a resounding ‘yes’, but this still takes work.

In talking with so many men who are the HOH (Head of Household) they are indeed afraid sometimes of hurting their wives – both physically and emotionally. They are terrified to let go and give them the punishment they’ve both talked about because of their personalities or a past that has them stymied about letting go. For the wife, and one who’s had a difficult past in whatever way herself, she knows she will have obedience issues. She realizes she’s in a position where she has to let herself go, freely communicating with her husband about her inner fears and concerns. And you know what? Sometimes they fail. A lot of times they fail. But is either going back to the old ways or worrying or crying over not being good enough failing? NO. It’s not. I’ve often written about any of these lifestyles being a journey and as such there are missteps along the way. There are times of inadequacy and worry, terror so gripping you push back hard and you argue more. At times couples will step away from the new lifestyle and go back to the old ways, only to realize they truly want to embrace the change. So, they try again, and again if necessary. We are all different and human – no cookie cutter here.

Why is it some think those who embrace a DD lifestyle don’t have a real relationship? Why do some think they haven’t had difficult or abusive pasts just like half or more of us? Hmmm… Show me a perfect past and I’ll show you a liar. Truly. We all have horrors we only sometimes share with those we trust completely. We all wish we were better people or pray to GOD we could go back and change something in the past. We all have foibles. Don’t we? People who go into this lifestyle are amazing in my mind, but they have to work through all those demons to get to a better place. And they fall and the pick themselves back up again.

In the smokejumpers books, the men all have secrets, reasons why they were drawn to the dangerous profession of smokejumping. The heroines are much the same, whether He Owns Me sayingtargeted by an abusive ex or running away from a horrific past. They find each other and through intimate conversations, respect and learning to trust, they secure the greatest joy of their lives – each other. Passion. Still, they harbor fears that the person they are inside will destroy their new love, the life they’ve created.  Hmm… Sound like any one of us? Let me think here. They had to open up lest they lose what they fought so hard to keep. Do you see yourselves in any of these worries and fears? I think we all can easily.

I’ve also often said do NOT label anyone. We are all different so every relationship in turn is as well. What I can tell you is that every one of us longs for love, acceptance, passion, vindication and the ultimate in finding the perfect mate – IF there is one out there. Just remember the next time you happen upon a couple who is trying something different and opening up the old wounds – do NOT judge them lest you be judged. Even if they are merely characters in a book.

Have a great day and thank you to all my readers…

Piper

Don’t forget that Scorch, Missoula Smokejumpers Book Six is HOT off the presses. Read about Sawyer, my gentle giant. His story just might melt your very soul.

My Special Guest – Jane Burrelli

I have another wonderful guest with me today – Jane Burrelli.  She has a new and first in a series for Eclipse Press. The publisher is highlighting everything from science fiction to apocalyptic as well as paranormal. This is a wonderful, very exciting beginning to a new series. Check out her fabulous reviews and enjoy a taste…

HIDDEN EMBERS – (BRIDE OF FIRE BOOK 1)

Synopsis

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.

 

The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The jane Hidden-Embers-v1.3journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.

Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.

EXCERPT

“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful. “You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare. “I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.” The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.” His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colors so easily.” The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits. “Do you know why you are in this position?” Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now! “Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out. “Is that what you think?” Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it. “Try again.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.

I love reading. Period!

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.

Happy Reading!

What an exciting read! Thank you so much for being here.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Kate Charlton

I have another special guest and a debut author with her HOT off the presses release from Blushing Books. This is a Victorian piece, something I don’t write, so I hope you enjoy a taste of a different life.

HER CONVICT CONSTABLE – KATE CHARLTON

Synopsis

She’s survived the mean streets of Manchester and slavery in a mill. Can she survive a brutal penal colony?

Convict Tilly Marsden has to serve four years as an unpaid maid in Australia before she Kate Her Convict Constable_anne2can get the prized Ticket of Leave.

With freedom only two months away, Tilly agrees to turn a friend’s shirt into a dress.  When she discovers it was stolen, she throws it in the river.

Watching her is Joel Agnew, a convict working as an unpaid police constable. Sensing Tilly deserves a break, he dishes out some old-fashioned discipline. They both think that’s the end of the matter.

Then a body is discovered and Tilly finds herself in danger. Can Joel help her before it’s too late?

EXCERPT

She could feel the constable’s eyes appraising her. Her cheeks burned and a million worries ran through her mind. Was he going to ask for sexual favours in exchange for letting her go? She’d have to agree if he did, even though she was scared and had no experience. She’d just have to pray she didn’t get pregnant or she’d end up back in Crime Class anyway. And they’d take the baby away from her when it was weaned, she’d never be given a chance to look after it.

Tears welled up again. Irritated, she blinked and swallowed hard, determined not to show the constable how upset she was.

“Well, by the look of you, you’re sorry about what you did,” said the constable. “And if you’ve come this close to getting your Ticket of Leave, I think maybe a different kind of lesson will do you more good than marching you back to the Female Factory.”

The relief that washed over Tilly was brief. The constable gripped her arm more firmly and pulled her closer towards him.

She steeled herself. This was it. She had to do whatever he wanted, whether that was sucking his cock or letting him take her up the arse or whatever he was into. If she wanted her Ticket of Leave she had no choice.

She gasped as he tucked her under his arm so that she was bent over, bum in the air. Oh, lawks, he was going to spank her. She hadn’t been spanked since she was fifteen and the supervisor at the mill had punished her and Sarah for being half a minute late for work. He’d put her first, then Sarah, over his knees, lifted their shifts and spanked their bare bottoms in front of everybody at the mill, including the men and boys. The spanking had left painful black bruises, but the humiliation had been worse. She hadn’t been able to meet the eyes of the other mill workers for days.

Now, Tilly kicked out at the constable in panic. “Enough!” he said firmly, gripping her harder. “Do that once more and I’ll fasten you in the stocks to do this.”

Tilly forced herself to calm down. She braced herself for the constable to bare her bottom.

But he didn’t. Instead he smoothed the shift down, making sure her bum was covered. But when his large hand descended in a scorching slap that made her squeak, Tilly realised the thin, rough material didn’t offer much protection.  Time stood still as the constable peppered her backside with slap after slap, each one as loud as it was painful. All she could do was gasp, squirm and yelp, and pray that no-one would come along to investigate the noise and see her being spanked. Desperately, she tried to move away but this only resulted in him grasping her even more firmly and smacking even harder.

 About Kate

Kate Charlton loves romance, history, mystery and the occasional dose of old-fashioned discipline. She combines all four in her books.

What do you think? I hope you’ve enjoyed and thank you for being here Kate!!

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Scorch – Missoula Smokejumpers Book Six

Well, you know I have to promote my upcoming work sometime. In case you don’t know the series, it’s about the lives and loves of seven heroes – smokejumpers from Missoula Montana. A lot of research went into the project, including about the profession and the amazing city. I’ve been thrilled to highlight seven powerful, dominating men who just might take your breath away. Coming April 20th…

SCORCH

Whoosh! Boom!

“Holy Christ. The fucker is burning hot.”

Sawyer Lincoln wiped soot from his face and panted as he turned in a full circle, studying the swaying trees. The one hundred and fifty foot tall pines were blowing in the wind as flames jumped from tree to tree, creating shooting embers. Ash rained down like graying flecks of snow, blanketing the entire area. “Boone. Get back here!” Boone Martin Scorch_500x755was his best friend and they were required to stick together, creating control lines on the right flank of the massive fire.

“We have some issues over here,” Boone called back, his voice muffled by the wind and swirling smoke.

“Call it in,” Sawyer could barely hear his voice. Growing concerned, he hopped over various limbs already cut by the other smokejumpers, trying to focus as the air became difficult to breathe. Within seconds, he could tell the reason for Boone’s mesmerizing gaze. The fire that had been thought to be contained had been ignited by a series of falling trees, flames licking up the mountainside. “Boone. Call it in!”

Boone shifted sideways and grabbed for the radio. “Giovanni. Sheffield. On the West side. Need your attention. You should set up a burnout.”

“Copy that,” Antonio Giovanni called back within seconds, the voice pattern scattered.

They were all exhausted after almost six continuous hours.

Sawyer could swear he heard a distinct sound, one unlike any aspect of controlling the fire. Turning, he glanced toward the edge of a cliff, the area leading down to a pasture. They were trying desperately to turn the fire away from the hallowed grounds, hundreds of acres of free range. While the grasses weren’t to the brittle stage yet, any firebrands could potentially set off a cataclysmic reaction, the large embers creating a fire devil, the whirlwind of fire all consuming. There were too many ranches within a few miles, let alone the wild horses.

“The Rattlesnakes had damn well better be on the East side or I am kicking their mother fuckin’ ass myself,” Boone huffed and headed in Sawyer’s direction, stopping short when they both heard a noise.

Crack! Boom!

“Shit!” Boone jumped back as two massive tree tops tumbled down, the hard thudding vibrating the ground.

Reaching out, Sawyer grabbed his arm, yanking him out of harm’s way. “What’s with you today? Trying to get yourself killed?” The Rattlesnakes. The larger smokejumping crew had also been called out, but they hadn’t seen them in any manner, including help from overhead planes. Dear God, they could use the airborne fire retardant about now.

“I’m fine.” Boone gave him a nasty look.

He was well aware Boone had been embroiled in an argument with the other smokejumping team and the Rattlesnakes weren’t the kind of firefighters to take any shit. “Right. You’re like a damn bull in a china shop today. We need to finish these control lines. I’d like to get out of here at some point.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Boone waved him off but tugged his ax from his belt, grumbling as he moved closer to the wide ditch.

After waiting until his buddy was in position, Sawyer swung his ax, the sharp blade cutting through the rocky terrain, stumps and snagging underbrush. They were being followed by Garcia Puevos and Zane Grey, using picks to cutaway the dirt. Shit. He could barely see anything in front of him. After taking another swing, he noticed four members of the team racing toward the flames. Thank God, two groups of firefighters were on the ridge, shooting lake water in an effort to squelch the embers. They had to get the damn thing contained.

They worked side by side for several minutes until the same sound drew Sawyer’s attention again. Rubbing his arm across his brow, he could swear he heard the whinnying of horses and hadn’t realized he was walking toward the craggy edge of the cliff until he heard Boone’s voice.

“Would you look at this shit?” Boone pointed just as two flares popped over their heads.

Whoosh!

Scanning the sky, he watched until the fire sticks were out of sight, cringing the moment he heard a mild explosion. Both Landen Weaver and Stoker Hansen were excellent achieving their intended target. Everyone was working in precision today. “What are you talking about?” He took long strides, realizing Boone had moved out of position once again.

“Loggers. This is a protected area. What the hell are they doing here?” Boone pointed.

After closing the distance, he studied the slash, debris left by a careless crew. Either that or one that had been discovered doing illegal activity. Damn the bastards. They had enough shit to deal with. This would only add extra hours that they didn’t need. “We need to get this out of here. More fuel.” He flicked on his radio. “Giovanni. Need a clean-up crew.” He knew that Antonio was doing his best staying in control of the eight other men on the Jackal team, but something had changed in him, as if he no longer wanted the gig.

“Washington, Frost. Head to the West side,” Giovanni instructed.

“God damn. This is going to take us hours,” Boone noted.

“We’re going to need to burn every bit of debris.”

“Yeah. Might as well get going.”

The smoke continued to swirl, creating pockets of blackness but they could both feel steam as water was pumped from the ridge. They were finally making some headway.

“What do you guys have?” Moose Washington swung around the corner, Steel Frost at his heels.

“Slash from a bunch of loggers,” Boone answered.

“Let’s get it out of the way,” Moose huffed and swung into action, using his muscular torso to grab a load of limbs and sticks.

Sawyer continued with the ax, cutting through lower limbs, making a wide berth.

Whhhaa!

The sound carried this time, somehow cutting through the foggy haze. He knew the sound damn well given his ranch and the horses he’d hand selected over the last few years. Trotting toward the edge, he peered down at the ravine. A massive group of mustangs were racing across the terrain, heading to safety, their long manes dancing in the wind, their hooves kicking up dust as they raced toward the protection of the river.

Sawyer found himself getting as close to the edge as possible. His heart was racing, his breath skipping, and it had nothing to do with the fire.

Standing just in front of the herd was a beautiful wild mustang. Almost pure white, his mane somehow glowed in the smoky late afternoon sun. From where Sawyer stood, he could swear there wasn’t a single mark on the beautiful steed. Just pure white. Yet the Mustang’s eyes were penetrating, as if looking into Sawyer’s very soul.

What do you think? He’s my gentle Dom, a kind hearted soul with a penchant for danger. 

Look for two fabulous guests in the next few days…

Have a great Sunday.

Piper

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A Dominant’s Greatest Strength

As I finish up several books, at least two of which have very dominant heroes, I was thinking about a Dom’s greatest strength and how as authors, we have a responsibility to convey this in our books.

What do you think is the Dom’s greatest strength, the most important attribute he can bring to a D/s journey? As you might imagine, there are potentially multiple answers including various combinations of what I call light and dark. I can’t convey enough how important a Dom’s responsibility is within the dynamic. While a submissive is giving a true of her body and soul, the man is offering absolute protection and care of her dominant sayingwelfare, even above his own. Imagine how daunting this can be. Now, I read an article obviously written by a man for a man and was a bit incensed by a passage regarding Dom’s heightened level of responsibility. The author of the article also mentioned the care of a submissive/slave was akin to caring for a small child. Really? I think he forgets which sex tends to act more like a bad kid in a sandbox. But I digress…

While the responsibility is indeed very important, and not to be taken lightly, I certainly know I’m not a child and refuse to be treated like one so when I convey submissives in my books, I show confidence, an inner strength. I think this is vital on several levels.

Submissives are the strongest people I know and I hope when you read about my heroines, you gather of sense of their self worth, their love of life and their joy in sharing given their heightened level of trust in their partner.

Submissives are required to take care of themselves, as they should, whether in business on in their personal life. While a Dom feels responsible for their submissive, there is a trust that she will do what is required to stay healthy, both mentally and physically. As I’ve discussed, there is so much trust involved, and the relationships seem so strong. Dominants have their own set of fears, concerns and worries. They aren’t always confident themselves. I think therein lies their greatest strength – the ability to be human.

Yes, a Dom has many sides. First and foremost he’s a man, one who has goals and desires that have nothing to do with his submissive or the lifestyle. These needs should be embraced and nurtured as aggressively as his darker side of kink does. Like anything else, a well-rounded man will make for a better Dom. Practicality comes into play here as well. Pretty much everyone in the lifestyle lives a portion of a vanilla life, often one in which they don’t want others to know their D/s persona. Men can be very powerful in business, but often D/s is very private. He can easily go out with his best buds to a sports bar or a football game and never tell a soul he owns a submissive. Some will tell a close friend, but often they prefer to keep the joy and amazing moments shared with only their submissive. Many Dom’s are private for various reasons, but they long to share our joy with others. Many excel at talking and sharing, observing and bringing various thoughts to the relationship. Time will often give couples the opportunity to share with others.

Another attribute a Dom often needs is being a friend to their submissive – her best friend. Sometimes life goes awry and all that can be done is to be supportive. The Dom is a submissive’s greatest support, the man who knows her inside and out. On certain days, he must back down and simply be there, holding her while she cries or giving her his viewpoint, bringing her back to center. Often this involves having patience, understanding and an innate knowledge of the woman he loves. The ability to back down being the Dom and allowing her fragile side to be comforted is very precious, another trust factor. Communication is so important, just talking about every day activities, joys and sadness, bring couples closer.

There is also the romantic man, the one the submissive fell in love with. I think sometimes when outsiders or vanilla couples think of D/s relationships, they honestly don’t believe there is any passion or romance built in. Perhaps certain Master/slave couples are more formal in that she is truly more of a server to him, but I can’t imagine there aren’t some aspects of basic romance encouraged and practiced. The right balance allows smiles and lust filled thoughts. Being seductive and sexy never goes out of style. wiping her mouthAfter all, submissives are women first, enjoying being a girl, showing off a new dress or delighting their Dom with a new look.

I think that’s something valuable to remember. D/s couples are men and women first, friends and companions, lovers and couples, before they are Doms and submissives. They long to be admired and wanted, needed and affirmed. Submissives want their Dom’s excited when they walk into a room. She wants him to be proud when she’s on his arm when they go out, whether attending a BDSM setting or a gathering with family and friends. The Dom can lead the way and allow the submissive the safety and openness to be herself, no matter the setting.

Being lovers. I know many D/s couples openly admit they’re lovers. Perhaps not in the traditional sense, but the way they show each other how they feel, the deep and very intense needs, can instill the tremendous respect and ability to let go. A simple touch, the sound of a voice, the stern look or one filled with raging desire, is such a breathless mind bender. Simple things…

I asked a Dom, who I became friends with, what he believed his greatest strength or attribute was and his answer was two fold. He believes his ability to observe, then draw conclusions, which in turn allow him to develop a plan if needed, is important. He also told me he believes his level of patience is an attribute he prides himself in. I have to agree. He can look outside the box – whether we’re talking with me or about the situation – and determine how to handle or what’s best. He’s also been required to have extreme patience with his submissive.

Being a Dom. The words alone are thrilling for so many, both in writing and in real life. His standards are set high, both for himself and his submissive. He values her opinion but in the end what he commands will be, whether we’re talking rules or objectives. He helps mold his submissive, but in turn himself and his behavior as well. Is he setting an example? Well of course.

A Dom’s greatest strength? Simply being himself.

What do you think?

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

PS – Don’t forget that Scorch, the sixth in the Missoula Smokejumpers series will be released on April 20th. Sawyer’s story – a gentle Dom…

A Man’s Journey Into Becoming a Dominant

I think you all know I write stories with strong alpha males – or dominants. Readers enjoy a powerful, influential man. They adore the executives and billionaires, cowboys and military men. Just human nature for women I think. In writing various pieces, I’ve had the joy of talking to many dominants and some that truly lived and explored becoming a Dom in the relationship. I’m writing a very dark piece right now (along with the last Missoula Smokejumpers book) and had some thoughts.

Do you love your Dom or your submissive? You might adore them so much you can’tb and w elequent love breathe and the joy in sharing the amazing journey becomes an incredible affirmation. I’m not certain I can place the experience into words. Love isn’t always a part of the lifestyle. One aspect is…

Trust. The single word and concept alone in a D/s or M/s relationship is vital. There is no other concept more important. In my mind, trust is the only reason any woman can fully submit to a Dom. The basic aspect isn’t achieved in a day or a week and the courage in allowing a woman to trust, to open up has to do with the man inside. What can’t be confused is trust and love. Is love and trust often intertwined? Well of course it is, however, the innate trust you have to have for the other person is ten times more extreme, more intense than what you might share in a vanilla relationship. There are degrees of trust – without a doubt. You trust your friends, the ones you grew up with, perhaps even some with your life. You certainly trust your parents or other family members to guide you, nurture or comfort you when you’ve fallen down an ugly path. You may trust your employer enough to believe in the company to complete your career with them all because of a single boss.

Trust is a word that’s thrown around a lot in every relationship. If there’s no trust, there’s no willing to work together as a team or to talk completely in an uninhibited fashion with your spouse or significant other. Think about the last time you wanted to share a very deep-seated emotion or fear. Was there one person you truly believed you could without fear of being made fun of? For a lot of women, they find this in their best girlfriends. I have one I can share anything with – good, bad or ugly – and I know she’ll be supportive. She has never judged me or condemned my way of life or the writing I do. She has no desire to be spanked or become a submissive, but she’s listened to me during times of joy as well as pain. She’s heard about the stories I write, the people I talk to, more than curious as to the different types of lifestyles.

Men have this too of course, but a lot of men tend to keep their bravado, the tightly woven mask, when talking to their best buds. They need to feel macho and perhaps at times superior, even when they’re hurting inside. Women cry frequently. The release allows a cathartic moment, a way to deal with heartache or rejection, being fired or during times of financial difficulties. What do men do? For many, they hide behind a wall. Some feel they have to be a man’s man, the kind who never shows emotion, certainly will never cry. Others will, but the men I’ve known and talk to are a bit terrified of being themselves.

Trust – there are two kinds that are so very important in D/s relationships. First and foremost is the trust of yourself. I’ve talked a lot about women learning to trust their instincts, feel their way through their very complex set of emotions. Do you think men who are finding their way as the dominant force worry about their thoughts, their inner feelings? Of course they do. They simply don’t often feel as if they have an avenue to grasp onto the man inside, turning inward initially and truly reflecting. For my guy readers, when was the last time you felt comfortable telling your gal you were afraid of something? Be honest.

This is the first step. Being honest with what you need both from the man buried deep inside to the woman who needs your guidance can be daunting. Learning to trust your gut takes times as well as self-realization. I honestly think for men the key that can I will take youunlock the man inside is at times painful, revealing. Fw men want to divulge they have a dark or sadistic side, or completely the opposite and are truly deep and emotional. Yes, there can be both. We have this ridiculous concept of what and how men should be. And for the majority of men? They follow the path, refusing to believe in their desires, needs burning within. I’ve talked to many Dom’s over the years. When the flood gates were opened up, their thoughts were ripe with so many fears and frustrations yet yearning to talk about every aspect of domination as well as sadistic tendencies. One is particular was very open to me, truly explaining the journey he and his submissive went through. I felt blessed from the first moment he was able to open up to me. After only a few weeks, I realized how much he trusted me with parts of himself he’d never been able to tell anyone before – except his submissive. My trust of him grew exponentially. I learned through our intense conversations about the man. This really gave me such a wonderful perspective about the life of a Dom.

His ability to talk to his submissive (and certainly not just me) allowed him to embrace the dark side he continues to fear today. I’ve written about fears nestled within men and women. For men, this truly gnaws at his ability to trust. Being concerned another man might want what he has is natural. Acting on jealousy without proof or provocation becomes destructive for any couple. For those in D/s – this can destroy. Jealousy is fairly primal in men. They are hunters and gatherers after all. They might not say they want you after a relationship has turned sour, but you better believe they don’t want you with another man. This breaks their confidence, tests their manhood.

Can this be avoided totally? Well, we are human first after all. The answer might be a resounding ‘no’ but you don’t have to succumb to this type of darkness. Men as dominants have the distinct responsibility to nurture and train, guide their submissives not only into the lifestyle they both agreed upon, but the very one he’s thought about perhaps his entire life. In order to do so, every man has to be as open as women tend to be. Granted, women are very good at hiding their true feelings. Often they don’t want to upset the applecart. That’s something women who are entering into a submissive lifestyle really have to think about, dig deep into their psyche. Women push hard when they aren’t getting their questions or concerns addressed. Men back away, moving into a neat little box they can place on a shelf.

This particular Dom is extremely good at this. He can compartmentalize with the best of them. The conversations were frank and enlightening. Garnering respect or trust isn’t done while being tied to a cross, flogged then fucked. This is all about communication, long talks over glasses of wine or walks in the woods.

For Dom’s, they need to embrace they have as many sides as women do, their emotions often tied to a disruptive past or difficult family. They question trust of the woman they adore or long to Dom. What they’re really doing is releasing every aspect of the man single arm shackledinside. They worry that in letting go, telling and showing who they really are, they’ll somehow seem weak. This is so very much the opposite for women in general and especially for submissives.

To garner success as a couple, you have to let go of the fears, discuss and embrace, cry or frustrate as necessary. This isn’t easy, but it’s a must. Men, you must know the man inside within quavering from who you are and what you need. Can you do this? Time will tell as you share and open up more, but you must. Trust… Do you trust you? If and only when you can, then you’ll be able to share the life you crave with the woman (or man) standing next to you.

Reflective thoughts…

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

 

My Special Guest – Bethany Leigh

I have another fabulous guest on my blog today. She’s not new to writing but did take a couple years off. She has an exciting new release, one set in 1999 when the internet dating concept was just beginning. It’s exciting and all about discipline. Let’s take a taste…

GROOMED – BETHANY LEIGH

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It’s 1999 and Charlotte and Connor have just got the internet at home. One night, Charlotte comes across an intriguing forum. It consists mostly of women posters whose husbands discipline them when they misbehave. In other words, they’re living Charlotte’s dream!

Charlotte’s marriage is in trouble. Work and family pressures have pushed her and Connor apart. The forum posters claim domestic discipline makes marriages closer, more intimate, that sex is through the roof. Charlotte wonders whether introducing the old-Bethany Groomed finalfashioned discipline she yearns for can bring her and Connor closer together too.

But Connor doesn’t take to the lifestyle and the failure frustrates Charlotte and drives them even further apart. In desperation, she seeks out a disciplinarian through the forum to satisfy her needs. He seems caring, thoughtful and is willing to take things slowly, allow time to build trust.

But there’s a missing backpacker who just might have a connection with the same disciplinarian.

Can Charlotte trust this charming man she’s met on the internet?

And how will it affect her marriage to Connor?

Will Charlotte ever get the loving discipline she craves?

EXCERPT

Thread: My worst spanking

Panda: What was the worst spanking you ever got from your husband? The worst spankings (there were several of them but they were all because of the same thing) I ever got from Hayden happened during our first Christmas after we were married. As you know, I was still struggling with bulimia when we married, and Hayden was trying to help me recover in his inimitable way!

Well, you know what Christmas and the run-up to it is like. All those work functions! Not to mention family dinners. Our calendar was chock-full of parties and dinners, and I was dreading it. The pressure to eat, having to control myself around so much tempting food, all the guilt about whether I was eating too much or too little. Of course, it would have been best to confide in Hayden, tell him I was finding it difficult. But no, of course, like always, I wasn’t very good at being sensible.

I managed the first function (his cricket club barbecue) okayish. I ate more than I was comfortable with, but I didn’t starve myself before or after and I didn’t purge. But my body felt uncomfortable and when we attended the second party (my work party) I couldn’t carry on eating that way till after Christmas. I’d blow up like a balloon!

So I skipped breakfast and lunch on the day of the work function. And fortunately it was a buffet, so I filled up my plate under Hayden’s eagle eye, then circulated, pretending to eat. But when I thought Hayden wasn’t looking, I deposited the contents of my plate in a nearby rubbish bin.

You guessed it. I’d only *thought* Hayden wasn’t looking. Turns out he’d been surreptitiously keeping an eye on me, suspecting I might be up to my old tricks.

He came over to me, touched me lightly on the arm, and said, “I think it’s going to be warmer tonight than we expected,” which is his code for, “When we get home tonight, I am going to warm your bottom.”

And, boy, did he. As soon as we got back (after midnight), he told me, “Get ready for bed and I’ll see you in my office in ten minutes.”

He looked and sounded so stern that I was showered, in my PJs, and in his office in under ten minutes. I didn’t want to risk a second spanking for disobedience!

Bethany Groomed_promo 4When I walked into the office, he was sitting in the armchair and holding a wooden ruler in his hand. My insides lurched, and I whispered, “Hayden, I’m so sorry.”

Hayden tapped his knee with the ruler. “We’ll discuss your behaviour after you’ve been punished.”

I draped myself across his lap. He yanked down my pyjama bottoms and positioned me so that my left arm was trapped against his body. He took my free hand and held it against my back, so I couldn’t try to protect my bottom and risk getting my hand struck with the ruler. Then he brought the ruler down hard across my bottom.

He smacked me over and again with the ruler, concentrating on my sit spots. It wasn’t long before I started crying, but he must have given me another twenty hard whacks before he was through.

When he’d finished, he gently lifted me up and cuddled me on his lap. “You behaved very badly at the party tonight, sweetheart,” he said, gently soothing the sore broad stripes on my bottom as he scolded me. “You didn’t eat, you threw your food in the bin, and you tried to deceive me instead of telling me you needed help.”

“I know,” I said between gulps. “I’m so sorry.”

“The thing is,” he continued, “I now feel like I can’t trust you at these functions. So I’m going to take some pre-emptive action before every single function we attend, including Christmas dinner. Before we go out I’m going to spank you. But I will only spank one cheek, and as long as you behave yourself and eat sensibly, that’ll be the end of it. But if you misbehave, we’ll come home and I’ll spank the other cheek. But I hope the one very sore buttock will be a reminder to you to behave yourself all evening.”

The tears dripped from my face as I processed the idea of being spanked almost every day between now and Boxing Night. “We have two functions on Christmas Day,” I whispered.

“And you’ll get two pre-emptive spankings,” he said firmly.

I cried myself to sleep that night, while Hayden cuddled me. I wished I’d never been so stupid at the party. I was already very sore and sorry and the thought of being spanked again in less than twenty-four hours’ time was…well, let’s say I wasn’t looking forward to it a lot.

Oh, I love this! Congratulations on your latest book release and I’m so glad you joined me.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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