Fire Devil – Three Rivers Run Deep

SQUEE! The pre-order for the very first book comes out later today (or tomorrow depending on Amazon) and I’m so excited! This is the first in 7 books with 2 free prequels regarding an amazing group of smokejumpers. They delve into danger in order to save lives, fighting the worst fires imaginable. Sadly, think of California and the devastating fires. Several groups of smokejumpers from several states are there, working long and exhausting hours, days, weeks in order to put out the horrific flames. They are our true heroes. 

There are also other unsung heroes – the women they love, the families and friends THree Rivers 500x755who rally around them every day. I’m proud to bring you a group of stories based in Missoula, Montana. Here is a taste of our first heroine. I hope you’ll consider pre-ordering at a very special price of $2.99 for the pre-order sale only. Thank you readers for loving my saga.

THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

Fire Devil: Windfall of fire

Zulies: Missoula smokejumpers

Blowup: Catastrophic fire behavior, rapid spread, mass ignition of large areas 

I remember when I was a little girl. I believed in fantasies. Handsome knights on large steeds, protecting everyone around them. I used to believe in heroes. I no longer do.

You’re nothing and deserve to die alone…

“Everyone. Welcome to the stage, Jessica Dunn and Fringe!”

Jessica Dunn exhaled and clenched the neck of her guitar. Words. They were just ugly words. The vibrant lights from the stage ceiling danced across the band’s instruments, swirling in a random yet controlled fashion, neon flashes creating sensual images. She’d been through this before, now thousands of times. Once excited at the prospect of facing an audience, she was exhausted and no longer able to convey her once vivacious personality.

“Go on. You act like you’re heading for your funeral, girl.”

She gave the drummer, and the man she spent most of her time with, the finger. Cody Falcon grinned. Damn, if she didn’t shiver. His dimples and shaggy raven hair always made her swoon. “Do you see anyone that gives a shit out there?”

“What are you talking about?” Cody leaned down, licking her earlobe. “The crowd loves ya.”

“Right. You mean all two dozen or so scattered in the theatre?” She darted a glance out into the audience, shading her eyes from the intense lighting. She and the band once filled massive stadiums. Now they were lucky to get five or six hundred people to attend their performances. They were once considered ‘the’ up and coming rock band, their first single going platinum. The second was heralded as the album of the decade. Now? They were left to play gigs at fairs and two-bit concert halls.

“Stop bellowing like a damn kitten. Get to work.”

After debating her ability to run far away, she adjusted the strap holding the guitar in place and took a step toward the slender opening of the curtain. This wasn’t what she’d hungered for fifteen years before. Act like a professional. Entertain. She brushed her hand through her long red hair and tossed her head back. “You mean tigress don’t you, big boy?”

“That’s my sexy gal.”

Taking long strides, she walked out on stage, waving to the crowd. Temporarily blinded, she whistled and laughed as she found her way toward the microphone. The band members were settling in behind her, taking their usual place, something they’d done countless times during their tenure together. “Anybody ready to rock the house?”

Those attending clapped, their whistles giving her a boost.

“Come on. Let’s get this party rollin’!” Her sultry voice reverberated across the shadows.

She shot Wally, the base player a look, winking and giving a short bow. They were a frisky group and their audiences loved their style. ‘Loved’ as in past tense. Times were different. “We are so ready to have a good time tonight. Are y’all ready?” A sickening feeling remained in her gut. She’d fought her nerves for a solid year. Tonight, she was ready to pass out from terror. Hands on the guitar. Start strumming. Everything will be okay. She forced back a single tear as the music began to play in the background. She knew the words by heart. She’d written every damn song after all. But that was a long time ago.

Jessica blinked several times as she shifted from foot to foot. “We are…” The words were lost. She gulped for air and fingered the strings, playing a chord that made no sense.

The crowd cheered, clapping as several people moved toward the edge of the stage.

She froze, unable to take a step or remember the words. Her heart raced as she attempted to focus on anything in front of her. “We are the ones who will…” Goddamn it! Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Wally walking toward her, his smile plastic. He didn’t give a shit about the band or anything to do with their recording career. He wanted money and fame, something they’d tried so hard to achieve. She resisted lashing out, scratching his face.

“We are the ones who will rock you, rock you,” Wally sang as he pumped the bass and strutted closer. He gave her an encouraging nod, mouthing ‘you can do it’.

Shimmers of light pulsated around her, mixing with echoes of the music. This was their signature song, the one that rocked the house. She swayed back and forth as she tried to grasp onto what she was supposed to do. A thumping boom of the drums behind her jolted her back to reality. She stamped her foot and gave Wally a hateful look. He wasn’t supposed to be singing. Anger shoved her past an unseen threshold. “We are the ones who will rock you, rock you. We are the ones who fight.”

Wally nodded and grinned, singing alongside her.

All she could think about for the next three songs was kicking his motherfucking ass.

SYNOPSIS

Danger. It’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve ever wanted.

Fighting fires soothes the raging beast that war created.

Allowing me to live

The rest? Maybe she can understand my hunger. For her. Dominating her. Owning her.

Maybe…

Danger. Domination. Destruction.

The Jackals

An elite team of smokejumpers nestled in the heart of Missoula, Montana.

By day they indulge in their penchant for danger.

By night they exude passion.

Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto.

I hope you’ve enjoyed!

Kisses…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Stella Moore

Happy Sunday and Labor Day weekend to everyone in America. I hope you’re able to do something wonderful and amazing. A special note – Blushing Books is supporting the hurricane victims in Texas by donating all their profits this weekend. Please help in this important endeavor by purchasing at least one sexy book. Onto my special guest. She and I have become recent friends and you only have to see a Facebook post or two to know this girl has a bit of a naughty mind. Love it! Please give a warm welcome to

STELLA MOORE – HEALING HURTS

SYNOPSIS

Penelope Frost can take care of herself. A popular, successful photographer with a smart mouth and a hot temper, she’s learned the hard way not to rely on a man. Her ex, a man she though she could trust with her innermost desires, abused more than her trust. But she puts that behind her and begins dating again, focusing her attention on safer, less controlling men. But even if she won’t admit it to herself, sheStella HealingHurts still craves the attention of a dominant man.

When her friend Elisa finally convinces her to go on a blind date, she meets Eric Calloway and, despite the promises she’s made to herself, she can’t ignore the desire he brings to the surface. The ultimate stereotype of tall, dark and handsome, Eric is also the perfect balance of dominant and understanding. She reluctantly gives in to his advances, and they start slow, with Eric letting her set the boundaries. He is determined to help her embrace who she really is. Deep down.

When her dangerous ex realizes he has no power over her any more, that she has finally moved on he is not happy. To what lengths will he go to reassert his hold over her?

To heal, Penny must first learn to trust again, but it won’t be easy. Can Eric’s patience hold while Penny finds her way back to her true self?

EXCERPTS

EXCERPT ONE

“So. How did you realize you enjoy turning women over your knee and paddling their backsides?” she asked.

If Eric was taken aback by the question, he did a good job of hiding it. “I think it was something I always knew. I’ve had an itchy palm since I decided I wanted to get my hands on Susie Palmer in sixth grade,” he grinned. “I didn’t really do much about it until high school, when the same Susie Palmer placed herself over my lap in the back of my pickup truck when we were sixteen. And you?”

Penny shrugged. “The usual. Watching Ricky turn Lucy over his knee while watching late night reruns set me off, even before I really knew what it meant. I experimented some in high school and then a lot in college. I’d like you to spank me tonight,” she added, taking a casual sip of her wine.

EXCERPT TWO

It was nearly an hour before Eric returned. He felt guilty for walking out on her, but he also knew he’d been on the verge of bending her over the sofa and paddling her raw. Which he would never do without her consent, so the best option for everyone had been for him to take some time to cool off. The logic of it didn’t make him feel less horrible about it, though.

Steeling himself for another confrontation, Eric opened the door to the apartment, but Penny was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, he closed the door and called out for her.

“I’m in the bedroom. Could you come here, please?” she answered from the back of the apartment.

When he walked into the bedroom, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. Penny was facing the only empty corner in her room, wearing a short t-shirt with her panties pulled down to her knees. The intent was clear: punish me.

EXCERPT THREE

Several long, tortuous minutes later, she had her answer. By the time he returned his attentions to her backside, she was trembling with need. The light sting of the crop against her bottom nearly made her knees buckle. Yes, more, yes, she begged silently. Again, with just the tip, he swatted her. She caught herself just before she moaned. Then again. And again. He continued, switching between swatting her with the crop and running it over her body, until she thought she would explode. Then, finally, “I want you naked. Keep the shoes. Then get back in position.”

She rushed to obey, trembling with need. Then she stood, naked and blindfolded.

“Remember, don’t move or make a noise.” Now his voice seemed to come from in front of her. What was he—Oh. He dipped a finger inside her, drawing out her arousal to circle her clit. He teased the sensitive bud, keeping her just at the edge but not pushing her over. Then he pressed and her world exploded. She screamed when she came, pleasure unlike anything she’d felt before erupting inside of her. When she finally came back to earth, she realized that she’d broken both of his rules as she was gripping his shoulders tightly. She trembled slightly, wondering how he was going to punish her disobedience.
JUST WHO IS STELLA?

Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United a States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she’s freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn’t writing or tweaking her newest work, she’s glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.

Other than reading, she spends her time listening to her husband play his guitar and throwing spontaneous dance parties with her two teenage daughters in the living room. When she can convince everyone else to venture outside, she loves hiking and swimming. Her husband is fairly certain she’s secretly a mermaid, as she’d live in the water if she could.

Stella has been writing spanking fiction off and on for years, but she’s just recently taken the plunge into writing full on novels. She is from the school of “write what you know”, and her husband is always willing (sometimes too willing!) to assist with any research she needs.

WHERE TO FIND HER

 stellamoore@gmail.com 

On Facebook at facebook.com/author.stellamoore

Twitter @authorstellam!

Thank you so much for being here! The book sounds fabulous!

Kisses…

Piper

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SPECIAL GIVEAWAY – HONOR AND OBEY

I have what I hope you’ll find an awesome giveaway and one I planned very carefully. Honor and Obey is my latest release from Blushing Books and as the title suggests, this is about three different couples and their struggles with regard to their relationship. After talking, arguing, going to counseling and almost breaking up, each couple determines domestic discipline might be the only chance at saving their relationship.

Domestic Discipline isn’t for everyone. Changing to a situation where the man is the absolute head of household is challenging and requires significant discussion as well as complete honesty shared. Methods of discipline for rules infractions are doled out and as you can imagine, this is often gut wrenching in acceptance for both the man and the woman. There’s something else that is vital – love. Without love and total commitment to each other, there is simply no way couples will flourish on what some consider to be an incredible journey.

In penning six stories for the two volumes, I hope the love shines through. Often symbols are used to signify the change. Did you happen to notice the necklace on the cover? I had my brilliant cover designer, Brenda Gonet, find just the right picture for the cover. A necklace (or what some call a collar) signifies the woman’s submission or acceptance of the man in her life as the head, the leader and the protector. I think the depiction is beautiful.

I have a wonderful friend, Sandy Leigh Davis, who is my fabulous fan page administrator and an amazing jewelry designer. So, I had her create a necklace as a give away. This is a one of a kind. Take a peek at the picture. This is the exact necklace I’m giving away. Here’s a little bit about her company, Leigh’s Creations.Give away necklace

Sandy Leigh Davis was born in Arkansas but raised in Mississippi. She’s been married for 31 years in October to the love of her life. She has two grown son’s the oldest son is a police officer with three children which she keeps during the week. The youngest son is a Calvary Scout in the Army. She has always loved different types of jewelry and enjoys creating different pieces. She has turned her love for the craft into a business called Leigh’s Creations. She makes Necklaces, Earrings, Bracelets, Key rings and Bookmarks. She’s learning new techniques for creating unique pieces. She would love to create a unique and special piece for you.

You can contact her on her Facebook page Leigh’s Creations or email her a leighscreations68@gmail.com

I can tell you that her creations are gorgeous and I have many items that will be give aways in the future – BUT – never a necklace like this one. What do you have to do in order to win?

First, you’re going to have to read the book in order to answer the question. If and when you know the answer, email me at piperstonecreations@gmail.com with the answer. Those who answer correctly will be entered into a drawing for the prize. On this coming Tuesday, I’ll select the winner. What’s the question?

In Her Silence, Chad thinks of four important words about Raven’s submission just after he asks if she’s ready for her punishment. What are they? 

Thank you so much to everyone who’s read and loved this book. Please let me know what you think! Volume two will be released in early November. Here’s the purchase link. Remember, free on KU so what’s stopping you from enjoying and taking a chance?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0757YYM64/

Natural Order Within a Relationship

Is there such a thing? Well, the words can mean many different things to each one of us. Perhaps the word ‘order’ is akin to organization or to keeping your life in a particular place. I have a wonderful book coming out next week highlighting three different couples going through significant enough difficulties in their relationships that divorce in imminent. Each one tries domestic discipline almost as a last resort. dominant sayingHow do they handle their need to change? I hope you’ll check out Honor and Obey volume one.

I love having lively discussions about alternative lifestyles and while researching over the years, have talked to many men and women both D/s (Dominant/submissive) and DD (Domestic Discipline lifestyles. Recently, a male friend who every so often reads one of my books asked whether I believed BDSM and its various sister relationships such as D/s, M/s and DD could coexist with religious individuals. I think he means living in, working in and perhaps in a sense playing in the same space. Hmm… That does leave one to a big pause. My beliefs may be a bit jaded. Many of you may have read that domestic discipline has roots in Christianity. I mentioned that in a recent blog. If you Google the words you’re going to find many a site embracing the concept with a heavy dose of religion. The faith seems to be there along with the understanding, and my guess from taking passages from the Bible, that men were created to be the head of the household. All throughout the various passages within the sacred book, there are references to the man being in control.

Even if you follow the way of evolution, male apes were hunters and gatherers. They protected the women and the children of the clan. They were the ones who fought to the death if necessary. Through every century, every period of time there were certain punishments issued for wrong doings.

In the medieval days, punishment was doled out for misbehaving women who fought against their required duties. Spanking was regularly used. Even art work derived from eighteenth and nineteenth centuries depict wives over their husband’s knees receiving a hard spanking. There were other methods of punishment clearly seen and written about as well. If you’ve read anything about the period of time, you know there were torture chambers that would kick the butt of anything today. However if you look at the pictures, truly see what methods of discipline were being used, well… Are those the early beginnings of BDSM? Perhaps. From stockades to whipping stations, whips crafted from the hide of a cow to the invention of a cane, the methods were primitive but highly effective.

In other words since the very beginning of time until fairly recently there seemed to be that “natural order” and the concept wasn’t challenged, rarely pushed against. There was no question of women obeying their fathers then their husbands. They simply did as they were told.

Perhaps somewhere around the industrial age the thought of equality came into the forefront. Women’s rights took ahold and we know the world as it is today. Don’t get me wrong. I completely believe in women’s rights and they can be much better suited to run a corporation, should hold office, and serve in the military. However… if you’re spiritual at all you might embrace the concept that the natural order of things has been disturbed. Women began to take on more of the workload, both in and out of the home. As they began to earn money they of course spent more time out of the house and equality for women was born. I’m not here to negate the facts or to take sides, other that you’ve heard me say before I believe men have been rather emasculated by equal rights. Men feel it every day even though they might not want to say anything.

I don’t know exactly when the word “obey” was taken out of the marriage vows, but pretty much the culture was the deciding factor. Households became very equal and both the man and the woman shared everything, including stress. Arguments about money, family, friends and life became a mainstay and depending on how close or how far apart you grew as a couple seemed to depend on the rate of divorce.

No one wins these arguments either and you know the type I mean. We’ve all had a screaming battle with our spouse over what turned out to be n-o-t-h-i-n-g. The incident left a bad taste in our mouths and we usually raced away in anger, seething. Often times we went to bed enraged. Sometimes the wretched event started all over again. Who wins in this situation? No one. I can tell you that many of these kinds of arguments have left a bitter taste that lingers into months, even years later. What if you could do away with that level of angst? What if you both knew the rules and realized what would happen if they were broken? Sounds simplistic but…

My male friend has grown curious, especially since he’s read some of my stories. He’s been exploring more on sites such as Fet Life and has been reading Tied in chair 2articles and blogs, talking to Dom’s as well as searching the Internet in his quest to learn more. He realized, just like I have, the many couples are again turning toward more of a domestic discipline type relationship. Why? Probably because marriages aren’t working. We don’t have to look at a book of statistics to realize how high the divorce rate is. Even I’ve mentioned marriages should be like a lease on a car. Every five or ten years the lease is up, then you re-evaluate to determine if changes are needed or you simply terminate.

What if the relationship was based on the set of rules and the wife obeyed the husband period? There was no question, no wishy washy. Hmm… Let’s ponder the modern day version. She’d probably have an outside life including work and friends, a budget to spend and the opportunity to do what she wants within limits. What would be the major changes? She’d be required to tell her husband where she was going and have permission. She couldn’t spend the credit cards to the hilt. She’d have to do whatever chores were assigned to her and yes, she’d please him in methods of sexual pleasure as well. None of these are set in stone. Of course every couple has a choice to make their relationship what they want it to be, including every rule imposed. Couples talk about the rules together and determine which work. Then the husband often makes the final decisions. But if she broke the rules she would be punished.

There is some difference in a D/s (Dominant/submissive couple) but they have the same basic structure. The word is ‘structure’ and for many women, they truly embrace the love and devotion, the attention and care the husband/Dom has. They feel adored and cared about, safe and protected. They know they can go to him and ask for help and when they feel stressed even a spanking might make them feel less tense. If you really stop and think about the dynamics, doesn’t this seem natural? He’s the caretaker, the hunter and gatherer in the modern day sense, and he has your best interest at heart. What could be wrong with this? Just some thoughts.

Kisses…

Piper

HONOR AND OBEY SYNOPSIS – COMING AUGUST 30th

Honor and Obey—cherished words from the past and ones that can be difficult to live by. Relationships are difficult at times and arguments or bitter feelings can often Honor and Obey_500x755result in the destruction of love. What if an alternative lifestyle can change everything? What if love and trust can be reborn, wrapped in a blanket of obedience? Will the couples take the chance in the hope of saving their love?

Her Gift

Her Request

Her Silence

Three couples. Three stories of heartache. Three reasons to learn to honor and obey.

Do they have what it takes?

Domestic Discipline – My Thoughts

I have a wonderful compilation of stories coming out in two volumes in the next couple of months called Honor and Obey from Blushing Books. They are all about couples who’ve had difficult relationships and are heading for divorce or an end to their romance. They’ve tried every traditional method of repair from counselors to talking, being more romantic and sharing fears and worries with friends and family. Nothing works. Through various methods, they each happened upon the concept of biting her lipdomestic discipline. First of all, what does this mean?

Domestic discipline is a lifestyle where the man (yes, this can be a same sex couple but in my stories, they are all men and women) is the Head of Household. The man rules so to speak and the woman obeys, given rules to follow and parameters. When they disobey, they are disciplined or punished. This can mean a removal of privileges, washing the woman’s mouth out with soap and yes, spankings. Before you gasp, there are many documents written that this is based in some form of Christianity. Now, I’m not a practicing Christian, although I do believe there must be a higher deity, but I find it quite interesting that many very religious people scoff that this couldn’t be Christian in any manner. Well, why not?

From as long ago in recorded documents, you see that the man was in charge of the household. Only in recent history – we’re talking in the past hundred years – has the woman been given more equality. Today, at least in modern societies such as the United States, Canada and other western style countries, the woman has full equality. They make their own decisions and often there is a push pull in relationships as to who is the actual leader in the relationship. I think we all know that having two leaders can be difficult whether in times of war or peace, in a corporation or in a family setting. You can’t deny this.

So, what happens with two very strong heads butt together? Well, there is going to be some kind of war. We see this every day. Do you honestly think this is any different in marriages or living together situations? Uh, no. Think about your own relationship. Do you have times where you’re trying to make a decision and you are both polar opposites? Whether this is about purchasing a car or what location to take a vacation, we all have opinions and I don’t know about you, but I have no problem whatsoever expressing mine. You bet I’m bold and often aggressive. Forget the assertive part. When I want you to know something, you bet you’re going to hear. Does that bode well for harmony in the household? Not usually. We all try and get along, give and take. Right? How is it working for you?

Have any of you been close enough to divorce that you’ve questioned the very reason you got together with your significant other in the first place? You can’t lie. For the majority of us, this has happened at least once. What if you could take away a significant portion of the strife? What if there is one leader and ultimately what he says goes? I know. This takes some thought process, doesn’t it? In a time where divorce rates remain very high, the notion at least should be given some thought. That’s why I’ve written many stories and books about domestic discipline. I’ve also talked to many couples who live this lifestyle, even spent time on forums and in discussion rooms talking to men and women. They’ve been very frank and honest about their personal difficulties. And yes, you bet their candid representation has given me more than one question in my mind. Could this work?

First of all, not to be taken lightly by any means. There must be many discussions, a lot of personal reflection time and total honesty – not something everyone can do. Oh, and so you know, this lifestyle does not necessarily mean aspects of BDSM – which so many think it does. Can there be elements? Yes, including various sexual concepts, but for the most part, men and women living this are similar to you and I in almost every regard – except – she follows his rules. And there’s something else that’s tremendous in what I’ve learned. Couples who practice are much closer. They are honest to a fault, the love is amazing and yes, their belt in his handspassion increases.

Imagine a scenario. The wife is given a spending allowance and overspends by a couple hundred dollars, making paying the mortgage difficult that month. She knows better. She’s right there in understanding their needs, but decides the dress and shoes for herself or the kids is much more important. This is a very basic example but go with it. Should she be punished?

Hmmm… In domestic discipline, the husband will sit down and talk with her about her reasons why. Hopefully she’ll explain that she’s been down lately and needed a pick me up. They’ll come to an agreement about what to do next time, then he’ll establish her punishment. Perhaps he’ll issue a severe spanking followed by corner time. Then the issue will go away, no need to discuss further. She’s absolved and hopefully has learned that this kind of behavior isn’t in her best interest. Sound too simplistic?

I was talking with a friend the other day about these kinds of books and she totally disagrees that this is based in Christianity, although she flat out stated that the Bible teaches that men should be in charge and the woman should obey. O-kay. Don’t you think there are consequences in every aspect of what we do in our lives? If you break the rules and speed, a cop stops you. What do you think happens? Have a nice day and don’t do that again. No. You receive a ticket and pay for your sins. Why should there be any difference in a relationship? Again, this is pretty simplistic, but I think you get the point.

We are all different in what we want, need, require in our relationships and quite frankly, the total honesty shared goes out the window at some point. I don’t know a single couple that’s really happy. They’ll lie and have that huge smile on their faces when you come over, but what goes on behind closed doors is often ugly, even disgusting. There’s little or no respect left. Then why bother? Get that divorce. Move on your merry way and sink into another relationship. Repeat. You can argue and be unhappy or change. What if you could have enough courage to try something off the chain?

I don’t know. I’m so mouthy I think I’d be in trouble all the time, but if I knew there were consequences regarding my decisions, I might change my behavior after some time. I could also see that talking very frankly could lead to a closer relationship. How could it not? Passion is another thing. When you are so open with another, you are naturally drawn to that person. I can only imagine what this would do for a sexual relationship.

While these are just my thoughts, I try and bring the joy, the sorrow and the fear into my books, to try and honor those who’ve taken that huge step. They are just like you and me with worry about money, the kids, health issues, family disagreements and what’s for dinner tonight. They simply took a leap of faith.

Something to think about on this beautiful day…

Kisses…

Piper

Confessions of a Sinful Submissive

Forgive me my Sir, for I have sinned. I’ve forgotten to do my chores today, received a speeding ticket for going fifteen miles over the speed limit and masturbated in the office bathroom at lunch. I know I deserve a hard spanking!

You can laugh, but I often wonder how many submissives need to confess various sins on a regular basis. In writing, I try and bring the level of angst along with the blindfolded in chairultimate love, worry and fear, understanding and forgiveness. Both the Dominant and the submissive are challenged by each other. Confessing often expedites the difficult situation. Or so a submissive would like to think. Could I or would I confess? Hmmm…

I’m a rather opinionated woman. I think any Dom would have a difficult time controlling me and admitting my sins? I’m not certain I would be good at that. I have two books coming out – volumes of stories where the women in the relationship learn that being obedient, submissive and receiving discipline for their sins creates harmony in the home. Is that really possible? Would confession actually help?

In Honor and Obey, I explore these questions and more. I absolutely loved getting into these characters, finding that moment they finally open up, share their inner soul. Tougher to do than you think.

Confessions. The word itself means so many different things. Whether you’re confessing a sin, a want or need, or a varying aspect of your personality others aren’t aware of, divulging secrets can be uncomfortable. We all have various thoughts or desires that we keep secret, but often things occur when we least expect them, requiring us to air our dirty laundry. People are very complicated, complex, as well as completely different inside and out, and that makes for interesting friends, lovers etc. I think one aspect that remains true for all of us – we long for acceptance. I’m realizing this more and more lately.

When I write stories, whether D/s, paranormal or gritty horror, there’s always an element of one or more characters who are hiding something grizzly. Readers savor peeling an onion, finding the juicy yet fallible center. We root for the bad guy in television and movies, and let’s face it, what girl doesn’t hunger for the rough-hewn biker type? While the exterior may be a little rugged around the edges, the heroes of our dreams all have a soft center. By the end of the book or movie, they’ve opened up to the woman they hunted, confessing their dark desires as well as intimate details about their past. The formula is all the same in romance novels. Boy meets girl, boy chases girl and he, she or both have a dirty little secret. He chases her. He pushes him away. Then they ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after on a ranch/mansion/magical island. Yeah, right.

My D/s stories are quite a bit different, don’t you think? Why are they? Because of the added complexity of living in a sense two completely different lives. You live one every day when you work, spend time with certain friends and around your mother in law. You live another entirely when you’re behind closed doors. Your obedience to your Master truly begins. This is very much the way of D/s couples. The vanilla world may never know who we (yes, I place myself in this category due to what I write) truly are.

The majority of women are strong willed, very opinionated and don’t mind telling the world their thoughts. I know I push hard, often raging against the machine. In talking with several Heads of Households, they love a spirited woman who speaks her mind. They simply want to be obeyed. Again, I think with a D/s relationship, the very frank and open lines of communication allow for very pointed discussions that include various uncomfortable topics. This alone pushes away the need to hold a secret.

Let me as you a couple of questions. Are you ready to confess your sins to your lover, your Dom, your family? Can you tell the most important people in your life who you really are? Can you rip off the mask and expose your underbelly? I think for a lot of us, the question remains unanswered. We’re terrified of being made fun of, ridiculed too hungry to waitfor our beliefs. I’m not a religious person in any manner, but I do appreciate the Catholic Church and the ability to confess your sins. Once the act is complete, the confessor is exonerated, free of their evil or wicked deed. The sins are stated behind closed doors, anonymity a promise of secrecy. I’ve often wondered if some very creative murderers dropped various clues simply to unload burden from their souls.

While God and the church might be forgiving and non-prejudicial, some of our loved ones just might not be as accommodating. Then there’s the other aspect, confessing your needs to yourself. Often times we can be our own worst enemy. We anguish over our dark desires, as if they’re a bad thing. There isn’t a Dom or a Head of Household, husband or boyfriend in a vanilla life that doesn’t or shouldn’t do the same thing. We all need to expunge, cleanse.

The circles surrounding D/s or DD couples are often small. The reasons are simple. We’re judged all the time as humans. Why do we want to bring additional strife into our life? While I’m a ballsy chick and could care less the majority of the time about what others think, I grow as weary of the bullshit as anyone else. So the circles of those who truly understand an alternative lifestyle are kept intimate. We’re happy with that. The joy of sharing is wonderful indeed and I’m glad we have a select few who will never judge, but the risk with others isn’t worth the prize. So we keep the dark side a secret from the overall majority.

As we all know, there isn’t a person alive who isn’t keeping some sort of a secret from someone. White lies are often told and husbands and wives have a very separate life many times than the one they live with. I’ve seen many a vanilla marriage derailed over purported secrets, ones that didn’t even exist. When they do and they’re discovered, wound and trauma tend to ensue. Granted, when one spouse confesses to another, all hell can break lose. Should he or she have opened their mouths after being confronted? That’s a question I can’t answer, but personally I believe when someone is keeping a significant secret, there’s a great deal of unhappiness in their lives.

With regard to a D/s relationship – do I believe in the lifestyle? I honestly do believe the sharing, the giving and the closeness is unequaled. I revel at the thought. Could I find peace, a portion of my soul? That is for another blog to discuss…

I hope you’ve enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

PS – I’ll have some excerpts for you later this week along with the cover reveal!

Piper

 

My Special Guest – Alyssa Bailey

Happy Sunday! I have yet another wonderful guest today. Are you ready for more hotness? She has a wonderful trilogy and this is the last in the series. Now you can find out about all those sexy men. Please give a huge welcome to:

ALYSSA BAILEY – KEEPING KELLI

SYNOPSIS

“The spice of life is a sassy wife.”

Kelli O’Connor Jamison’s life is chaotic on the best of days. She is newly married to the strict but loving Black Bear County Sheriff, attending law school, working for her stern but fair in-laws at their law firm, and sister to the testosterone driven O’Connor men. As if that is not enough, she finds herself being drawn deeper into Alyssa Bailey Keeping kellithe world of the Investors: a group of underground criminals who are into everything from dispensing justice to murder.

When Kelli tries to help women escape the Investors’ hold, she becomes targeted by the same people. Aspen, her sister-in-law, is dating Thorne, who is up to something – but what? Kelli is frightened but she cannot step away, no matter what her menfolk tell her or how hard her husband tries to show her the error of her ways.

Parker Jamison loves his caring, intelligent wife but is under no illusions that keeping her out of trouble is no less than a full-time job on some days. He doesn’t want Kelli in any of the Investors’ business, but no matter what he does to keep her safe, she finds herself in the middle of the chaos that turns dangerous.

Parker decides it is time to take over and hold the reins firmly out of her reach, deciding he will lessen her stress by making all her big decisions. Kelli gratefully agrees, but Parker knows it sounds easier than it is to put into practice. With the help of their family and a few well-placed motivators – used often – Parker does his best to keep Kelli happy, healthy, safe, secure… and alive.

EXCERPTS

Excerpt 1

“You dropped it while you were driving? Why did you have it in your hand when you were behind the wheel?”

“I was trying to grab it from sliding off the seat, but I didn’t catch it in time. It fell off the seat onto the floorboard.”

“I see, so you weren’t holding it you were trying to catch it while driving.”

“Mmm, yes, but I didn’t take my eyes off the road, so that’s why I knocked it to the floor by accident.”

“Hmm, you weren’t holding it while you were driving, you were groping for it in the seat because it was sliding around? You didn’t take your eyes off the road, so you knocked it to the ground by mistake. How did you know your phone was on the seat or that it was sliding around if your eyes were on the road?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, not everything is a federal offense. Besides, women have incredible peripheral vision.”

“Well, it shouldn’t be so important, but when you get your mind set on a thought track, things get messy.” He leaned over and kissed her lips. “I’ll find your phone.”

“Thanks, hon.” Kelli grabbed several bags and walked inside trying hard not to hide her smirk. She dropped the bags and turned around to go back for more when she hit a hard wall of firm manly flesh. “Oomph.” Arms went out to steady her.

“Lean over the table.”

“What?”

“You heard me, lean over the table and do not dare move.”

“Why?”

“You answered and texted after you got my second text. You would have seen my message and so either you did and ignored it, or you were doing things while you were driving. Either way, I want you presented to me over that table. Ass up. Now.”

“You are checking up on me? Reading my phone because you don’t trust me? That’s not fair…ow!”

“Not a sound and not a movement. Something is not right here, and I don’t know which part is off, so I’m going to spank your ass a glowing cherry red and then we will try again. Do you understand me?”

Sea… sea siór.”

“Yes, sir is very appropriate today.”

Parker landed five with his hand before taking her jeans down and her panties with them.

“You need maintenance I think.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

“Are you talking little girl?”

She grunted and stamped her foot as his hand landed hard.

Excerpt 2

“You’d think you didn’t really miss me. Maybe I should just go back to Missoula and spend my off time there,” she muttered half teasing half disgruntle as she noisily stacked the notebooks and papers. The words were childish, but she didn’t care.

He snagged her hand. “What?”

She yanked her hand back.

Shaking his head, he continued. “I see I’ll have to take care of this little issue now so we can enjoy the rest of the evening because my wife is begging to have her sassy attitude addressed. You need attention, and you have no patience even though I promised to take care of things. So here you go, all the attention you could want for a night.”

Parker picked up his Celtic cutie and kissed her nose before laying her over the back of the overstuffed sofa that was her favorite place to cuddle. Before she could catch her breath, she was trying to breathe through a hard flurry of swats. As she opened her mouth to yell her displeasure, she began to feel the metamorphosis that happened when her monumental stress and overtiredness collided with an unrelenting open palm, creating a need she couldn’t quite name, but when added to her already desperate arousal, the result was combustible.

Nevertheless, she knew Parker recognized her discontent. He always did. Hot breath and tender words floated across her ear. “Your bottom is getting kind of warm, my sexy baby. Have you had enough attention so that I can shower? Do you need more?” Her breathing sounded labored, but she didn’t answer. “You do, don’t you? Too much going on to let go, I see. I can help you, Kel.”

He resumed tending to her bouncing bottom and soon, the dam broke. Fat, hot tears rolled down her face, and her sniffles grew to great sobs. Parker swooped Kelli up carrying her to the opposite side of the sofa and sat with her in his lap.

“You were missing me and looks like you were minus your control.” He kissed her swollen lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you get everything put back in its rightful place. I’ll help you pull it all together and keep it there.”

Kelli cuddled and sniffled.

Thank you so much for being here! You can find Alyssa on Facebook, Twitter and just about everywhere. Here’s the purchase link – grab a copy!

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My Special Guest – Paige Parsons

I’ve had more fun being able to highlight other authors. Let’s face it – I also get to find delicious treats to read! I so hope you’re enjoying. This is another new author to me and one I’m going to read for years to come. Please take a moment to enjoy and give a warm welcome to…

PAIGE PARSONS – SHARING BACKSTAGE

SYNOPSIS

What happens when the girl who runs from everything finally decides to stay put?

Harper Harrison is an accomplished, independent, and vibrant young woman. As a freelance production stage manager, she’s no stranger to being in charge. She knows how to get the impossible done, even if she has to take a few shortcuts for the sake of Paige Parsons Sharing Backstagetheatre magic. She has one fatal flaw, though. When things get complicated, uncomfortable, or she even thinks they might go wrong, especially in her personal life, she bolts.

 

Lucas Mason is a fellow freelancer, and when they work the same show, sparks fly. They share a love of the stage and high stakes sex. They’ve christened nearly every location backstage unashamedly, but Harper wants more. Lucas makes every effort to keep her at arm’s length. He blames it on their crazy schedules, but Harper believes something more is going on.

 

They reconnect after an extended break and Harper is shocked to find out that Lucas is now her boss. He has a dominant streak that he isn’t afraid to display, and she isn’t a fan. Answering to Lucas takes more than a little getting used to, and after a trip or two over his knee, she decides that maybe a relationship with him is more than she bargained for, after all.

 

Harper leaves town to chase her Broadway dream and to take comfort in the familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. New York isn’t home, though, and Harper has to face the truth of her situation. The easygoing man she’s with isn’t the one she wants or needs. Lucas is three thousand miles away, and he has no intention of chasing her.

To have the life she wants, Harper will need to face all of her demons, confess her transgressions, and accept her punishment. It’s the only way they’ll ever find themselves sharing backstage again.

 

EXCERPTS

Excerpt #1

“Hopefully the memory of this spanking will better help you control your impulses and reflexes.”

“¡Ay! Tómalo con calma. Sí, papi!”

She wasn’t even close to tears, but these spanks packed a lot more power than what she’d been getting in passing. There was no doubt he meant business. It wasn’t that she didn’t take him seriously before, but now it felt like he was drawing his own hard line. Focused in on the searing happening on her backside, Harper became acutely aware of the sound. Lucas had stopped lecturing, and now the only audio vibrating off the walls were her cries and the sound of flesh on flesh impact. Her subconscious was having its own internal dialogue now.

It was just an impulse, right? She didn’t have some sort of impaired psyche that really wanted to feel what a serious punishment would be like, did she?

Lucas tapped her hip so she would lift a little for him to get her pajama bottoms and panties down. The girl hardly kept clothes on in the house and only ever slept in tank tops and panties, but he guessed self-preservation had kicked in and motivated her to slip on his old University of Arizona flannel bottoms. If he weren’t about to redden her backside, for scaring a year off his life, he’d have appreciated the look more. She had to wear them cuffed at the top and bottom to get around in them, but she loved them and looked adorable on the rare cold Arizona night.

Harper reached back in a futile attempt at impeding his clothing removal process. That sting was pretty powerful through her clothes, and she didn’t want to gain any knowledge of how painful it might be without them.

“I promise I will start from scratch, Harper if you don’t get those hands back in front of you.”

Excerpt #2

“That is completely untrue. Every time the two of you work on a show all you do is think about what it would be like to really be together, as a full-time couple. Well, this is closer than you’ve ever been. He’s there all the time. You’re there most of the season. Maybe you can finally see what happens when you’re in the same place for longer than a few weeks. You can see what happens when you can’t run away and an easy exit isn’t possible.”

Continued silence on the other end confirmed, for Mira, that she’d hit a nerve. It wasn’t her goal to make things harder for her sister, but the girl had a stubborn streak. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to everyone else in the room, if Harper didn’t get there on her own, she wouldn’t accept it. This conversation wasn’t going to be different, but that wouldn’t keep the truth from coming out, like an erupting geyser.

“Someone has to be in charge Harper. You know that better than most. Hell, you have a job where you’re the one in charge. Your problem is you hate it when the person in charge isn’t you. We know how it goes, anyone who has the nerve to tell you no becomes the enemy. You guys have worked as partners all along. Why can’t that continue? I know you, Harper, just you remember that. I’ll let you figure out what that means on your own, but here’s some sisterly honesty for you, the real reason you’re pissed is that now he has the authority to tell you no. If you stay on, as a freelance agent, he has the power to call you to task.”

“It’s like you’re not even listening to me. Estás no ayuda en absoluto!”

Her phone had beeped a few more times since she’d been talking to her sister, but Harper refused to acknowledge it. Each time she glanced though she saw his number pop up. He certainly was determined.

“I can hear the line interruption too kiddo. Deal with it now or deal with it later.”

“I’m going with later.”

“Never the easy way with you; you’re the one that hates a scene. If I were you, I would remember that while I was ignoring all those calls. I love you little sister, but it might be time for you to put on those proverbial big-girl-panties.”

WHAT’S PAIGE ALL ABOUT?

Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Now living and working in Japan, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story.

She holds an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and is ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research.

Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager, it is no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.

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My Special Guest – Jamie Phillips

I have another fabulous guest on my blog today and another Blushing Books author. I absolutely love the title of this book. I can so imagine, especially given today is a rainy day, the kinds of sizzling events that might occur. She’s a very lovely lady and a new friend. Please give a warm welcome!

JAMIE PHILLIPS – MORE STORIES FOR RAINY DAYS

Life, love and loving punishment captured in nine more short stories to warm the heart and soul when warmth is in short supply

SYNOPSIS

In this second volume of rainy day stories, Jamie Phillips takes the reader on a Jamie Phillips More Stories for a Rainy Dayjourney through a rainier, slightly darker day. You will experience a bit of the supernatural as you get into the ‘head’ of an old house that knows sensual secrets spanning decades of its inhabitants. You’ll learn of the unexpected joy that may come from the simple act of clicking the wrong link in an email. If you’ve ever wondered exactly how close a connection identical twins can have, you may just find your answer in this volume of More Stories for Rainy Days. You will also be carried away to a deserted island, and take a journey that starts in the world of BDSM dungeons, ending in the light of happy domestic discipline.

EXCERPTS 

If Only Houses Could Talk

The house observed the new young woman standing so straight and tall in the corner. Why did they never learn? She seemed an intelligent girl, pretty too with her raven hair, green eyes and slim figure. Yet here she was, not a week after they’d moved in, standing, waiting, as all the previous naughty girls had. Some of the others you could understand, that young madam back in 1955 for instance. She led her parents a merry dance with her Beatnik boyfriends and their rock and roll parties. She spent half her young life in that corner and the other half over her Mum or Dad’s knee getting her backside walloped with a wooden spoon. How she howled! Remembering the sound of her cries, the house shivered, dislodging dust from the picture rail high up near the ceiling. But the brat never learned. Every Sunday morning before church, whack, whack, whack… and then she’d miss her curfew again the very next Saturday night. They were all just memories now, and the house had so many locked up inside its solid brick walls.

Teasing Twins

The outer door closed. Zoe looked over her shoulder at me silently begging to be released before her sister entered the room and found her displayed in the corner. I shook my head as Amy bounced into the room, eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief.

“Well?” I asked.

“W-e-ll,” she drawled. Zoe glared angrily at her.

“You’re supposed to have your nose in the corner,” I reminded her. “However, you can join us now and hear Amy’s findings in the experiment.”

When Zoe joined us, I said, “Carry on, Amy.”

“I’m tempted to lie,” she replied, bouncing with excitement, “but I can’t. It was awesome. Almost as good as the real thing but without the sting.”

“You have to tell us the time you felt the events, Amy,” I said. “This was a serious scientific experiment, not a voyeur’s night out.”

“Oh. I’ve forgotten,” she said, momentarily crushed.

“How could you forget? It was only in the last hour.”

“I looked at the time but then got caught up in it all. Now I can’t remember,” Amy replied anxiously. She could tell I wasn’t pleased.

“I asked you to do this for a good reason. We’d have real proof of the bond between twins – if you’d done as you were asked.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You will be. Now we must run the experiment again,” Zoe’s mouth dropped open until I continued, “only this time Zoe will note the time and you will provide the excitement.”

A Very Nineties Couple

Alex brushed her hair from her face and looked in the closet mirror. She was surprised how pretty the scene was. It felt clumsy and uncomfortable resting her weight on her hand on the floor with her body and legs jackknifed over his crossed legs but in the mirror, it looked sexy. Her tanned legs and buttocks made a nice contrast to her white sundress that draped itself in folds down her back. Even her golden hair, nuisance though it was, hung elegantly down to the floor exposing her slim neck seductively.

Another fiery swat seared her cheeks and Alex was too busy yelling and struggling to see more. When she wasn’t yelling, she was babbling, pleading, begging. Nothing stopped him till she finally burst into tears and lay still. He didn’t stop right away. He obviously wanted to be sure she was truly penitent.  But now that she was quiet, Alex felt new feelings. The fiery heat in her bottom was matched by an achy heat in her clitoris. Each slap brought her nearer to an orgasm.

Doggie-style had always been one of her favorite positions because the penetration seemed so much deeper and here, in the same sort of position, a swirling throbbing pain-pleasure in her hips was being regularly slapped into new life by his hand – or was it his stomach? What started as hell, now felt like heaven. With coitus interruptus when it stopped! But stop it did and Alex lay twitching and sobbing across his knee. After a while Jay helped her up and sent her to stand in the corner with her hands on her head and her skirt tucked up.

LEARN ABOUT JAMIE

As long as I can remember I’ve been interested in reading and spanking, particularly romantic spanking (I still think Mr. Knightley’s verbal spanking of Emma in Jane Austen’s book of the same name is the best there is anywhere). I’m showing my age when I say that in those long-ago days it was easy to have both interests met in a large number of regular books (and even movies). Eventually, my interest in reading became an interest in writing and that naturally led to writing spanking romances.

I’m married with two grown kids and live in central Canada when I’m not traveling, which I very often am. If I’m not reading or writing, I can usually be found outdoors with a camera looking to capture perfect images of landscapes and wildlife.

Visit Jamie’s Facebook page here:

Jamie Phillips

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Jamie Phillips

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Thank you so much for being here! Can’t wait to read your book.

Kisses…

Piper

Don’t forget, I have the awesome guests coming including Sheri Lynn, Paige Parsons and Vanessa Brooks!

 

So What’s With All This Spanking?

Crack!

Mmm… The feel of leather as it strikes your naked skin. The anticipation beforehand, knowing you’re going to receive a hard spanking for some infraction. The way in which he looks at you before he pats his lap or tells you to crawl across the pillows, the ones strategically positioned to place your buttocks front and center.

Whoosh! Crack!

The intensity of your emotions, so raw and fresh, as they rush to the surface. You Spanking womanknow you’ve been a very bad girl and deserve your punishment. When he tells you there’s going to be thirty more you cringe, your pussy clenching. Yet you’re wet and hot, every part of your body trembling.

Pop! Slap!

The sensations rocketing through you as you try not to cry, but tears trickle past your lashes. The longing to be told you’re a good girl and he’s proud of you, even though his voice drips of disappointment.

Crack! Smack!

The moment he tells you your spanking is done, your infraction abolished and you suck in your breath as the tears continue to call. The feel of his hand rubbing you gently then pulling you into his strong arms, telling you he is indeed very proud of you. The love in your heart as you cling to him, the man who knows you best, the one you’ll always honor and obey.

Does the make believe moment give you tingles? Didn’t you see yourself there just for a second or two, your heart thumping, your breath short? I know you did because in truth, all women need to be refocused from time to time and there’s no better way than an intense spanking doled out by someone who knows you best.

How many blogs have I written about spanking and still, the subject never grows old, either for me or my readers. I chuckle at times given the rather torrid conversations about this very subject I’ve had with fellow authors. Readers gravitate toward spanking stories. They hunger to imagine the crack of a belt, the whoosh of a paddle. Hey, what better way to get a girl’s attention?

I couldn’t resist the title. Of course, I have a new book release coming out next week and you bet, spanking has a place smack in the middle. Everyone seems to be very interested in either reading about, talking about or receiving a spanking. Spanking books fly off the shelves so someone is interested in the either receiving or giving one. For couples, a little bedroom spanking certainly has been a topic of agenda at some point. What I’ve found fascinating lately is talking with men, some of which are well over fifty, who suddenly have a fascination for all things spanking and submission.

When some men read my blog or my books, I really don’t think they have any idea how to respond or what questions to ask. What I can tell you – from my point of view – is that they’re hungering to try something, anything different than what they’ve experienced pretty much the last twenty or so years. Men who looked at me initially like I was nuts suddenly have the need to spank me. Why? That may be a bit too complex to answer or there may be a very simple explanation. I had lunch with a friend and he and I got onto the subject of the kind of woman who intimidated men. Yes, he said flat out I fall into that category because of my height, the way I dress, the rather assertive – borderline aggressive personality. His words were, “most men have balls the size of peanuts” and his “clanged together”. Now, his comments were said half tongue in cheek. He’s not the kind of guy to be intimidated by a bear or gator, so a little ole filly isn’t a challenge – or so he thinks. Snicker…

He winked, leaned over the table and told me flat out that he was worth a shot in my book. (no pun intended). I adored his candor and one day, there will be his character in a book. After a deep chuckle he said something to the effect of that if a man put me over his knee and whooped my ass until it was on fire, he was a keeper. After giving him ‘that’ look, I had to think about his words Pretty much every woman wants to be taken by a man. Don’t fight me on this, ladies. You know you do. That’s where all the heroes in the romance novels come from and why they all look and act the same. They even drink the same damn liquor for God’s sake. They are men of wealth and exude power and domination in all things they do. Spanking a woman? That’s just after coffee in the morning. Wait until dinner time. The ones we vie for, hoping they’re get the girl in the end against all those stubborn odds, is the gentle, intelligent and commanding dominant force. He will take her but she’ll always be safe by his side. I know, you’re panting right now. Aren’t you?

While I’m not suggesting that spanking relationships are the wave of the future, they are making a comeback. In doing research, I’ve talked to many domestic discipline couples who were completely candid. Their relationships improved when they His Judgement 500x755entered the lifestyle. Still, every relationship takes work, commitment, love and trust so nothing is easy. But… A spanking can take the edge off so to speak.

That’s why many authors write spanking books, to provide delicious information and vivid images. Have you considered? Close your eyes and imagine.

Crack!

Have a sizzling day!

Piper

Don’t forget His Judgment is releasing from Blushing Books on August 1st!