Seeking: Daddy Dom

So, I have a question for you. Would you search for a Daddy Dom figure, a man who would provide discipline as necessary, even providing a set of rules? What if this person was an absolute stranger? And yes, you’ve vetted him out, making certain he’s not a serial murderer. No strings period. Just providing hard spankings on a regular basis. Believe it or not, there are discipline services that exists, Dom’s or Domme’s for hire. For a price, of course. Well, I decided to take this a bit further. What if you actually fell in love with your Daddy Dom? You never know, it could happen. A fun little piece coming in September. 

SEEKING:  DADDY DOM

Synopsis

What she craves is a Daddy Dom. What she needs is a knight in shining armor.the grip saying

Seeking a Daddy Dom. Must be professional, trustworthy, respectful, stern and honest. Searching for the right man who can provide established rules and serious discipline for a bad little girl. Bonus points for rugged, attractive qualities. No attachments. No strings. No sex. Willing to come to you for punishment sessions.

Will his damning past destroy all hopes for the future?

EXCERPT

Spankings. Spankings. Belt whippings. Over the knee spankings, Hand spankings, Paddles. Canes. Leather straps.

Jenna dropped her head into her hands, concentrating on her foot tapping on the floor as she waited. Since witnessing the very intimate act at Camie’s, she hadn’t been able to get the incident out of her mind. Her dreams had turned into fantasies, requiring her to pull out not one but two different vibrators – one for her ass, one for her pussy. Every excuse she’d used with Steve to keep him out of her apartment had been easy to say. Easy to lie. The time had allowed her to… To… When he’d texted her, breaking it off, she didn’t even shed a tear. Not a single one.

“Hey there. Glad you could meet me for lunch.”

Camie’s voice was way too cheerful. Lifting her head, she could feel the heat immediately rising from her neck onto her cheeks. She fanned her face then reached for the glass of water, almost turning it over. She’d ceremoniously managed, and with some difficulty, to keep some distance between herself, Camie and Mark during the remainder of the party. Now?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Hi. How’s work going?” The struggle in Jenna’s voice was oh-so apparent.

Camie laughed as she sat down, dropping her purse onto the floor, wincing as she tried to get herself comfortable. “Work is just driving me insane, but you know I didn’t invite you out to lunch to discuss my ever-evolving career.”

“Do we need a drink for this?” Jenna managed. She couldn’t help but notice her BFF’s careful moves on the chair. Another spanking? A series of visions popped into her periphery of vision, in bold and vivid color, accentuating the details of one. Hard. Spanking.

She laughed as she flagged down the waiter. “Two glasses of your finest Sauvignon Blanc.”

“Very good,” the waiter said, darting his approving gaze from one to the other.

“Uh-oh. You’re getting a divorce,” Jenna half whispered.

“Uh. No. Mark and I are happier than ever.” Her look was filled with passion and love. “Our anniversary is a little over four weeks away. Hard to believe.”

And she wanted to scratch her bestie’s eyes out with a dull spoon. “You could have fooled me the other day. You guys didn’t seem happy at all.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Camie leaned over the table, her eyes twinkling. “What you witnessed-“

“Was none of my business,” Jenna interrupted, throwing up her hand. She’d been admonishing herself since Saturday, reliving the moment over and over again.

She burst into laughter. “You’re my best friend. I have no problem with what you saw the other day. I should have told you certain particulars about my relationship with Mark.”

“You two are… I mean you guys… I mean… Hell, where is that damn wine?” Jenna had no doubt she’d down the glass in thirty seconds flat.

“Goofy. Your face is flushed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I was out of line and punished for my actions. I deserved the belt. We use spankings quite often in our b and w on chairhouse and I’m always on the receiving end.”

“Spankings? What about equality?” She realized the question was asked with far too much volume, interrupting the older couple sitting less than three feet away. She gave them a half smile, even though her eyes were an easy read – leave it the hell alone.

“Yes. I get three or four a week, sometimes more depending. You know two people can’t run a corporation effectively. One has to take the lead and Mark is head of the household. He doles out spankings as necessary. Like last night. He found out I overspent my allowance and ouchie is all I can say.” Camie grinned.

“TMI, thank you very much.”

“Oh, come on. You’re a grown adult. We all have certain rules to follow, whether from our employer or laws of the county and state. If we break them, we’re punished. Granted, I’d prefer not to receive a spanking in the middle of a party, but I egged him on, refusing to back down.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, not really.” Why was this so difficult for her? Jenna wrinkled her nose.

“You witnessed our argument. I was cranky. No, I was a bitch.”

“So was he. I mean, he was an asshole.”

“But he’s in charge. He runs the household. I live by certain rules including the fact I don’t continue nagging him or arguing, which is exactly what I did,” Camie insisted. “So, he took matters into his own hands. Calmed things down. Didn’t you notice how lovey dovey we were the rest of the party?”

Jenna could feel herself pale. “I was trying to stay as far away from the both of you as humanly possible.”

Camie rolled her eyes. “You didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t embarrassed, and neither was Mark.”

The waiter brought the wine and as soon as he opened his mouth, Jenna waved her hand. “Not now, sugar. We need time. Lots of time. Get it?” she snapped.

The young blond backed away, his hands in the air.

“Jesus, girl. What’s eating you, the fact you witnessed your bestie receiving a spanking or the fact that you don’t have anyone who cares enough to give you exactly what you need? And what you deserve, I might add.”

She opened her mouth to retort then allowed a slow hiss to escape from her throat. “I don’t want that kind of relationship.” Her words were stilted. “Never. Not going to happen. Ever. Not in my lifetime.”

“Me thinks you doth protest too much.”

“Very funny.” Jenna took a sip then a gulp of her wine.

“Ask me anything because I know you’re interested in learning.” Camie grinned as she swirled the tip of her finger around the rim of her glass.

“What do you mean you know I’m interested in learning?”

She continued toying with the wine, her expression full of mischief. “Well, I was able to see your face the other day. A mixture of horror and desire. Secondly, you don’t remember our conversations?”

“What conversations?” Her thoughts drifted back to the infamous night six years before. She would never drink tequila again.

“Friday nights. Bottle of tequila and a pizza. Remember?”

“Well, duh. Of course, I remember. We’d talk about the various stud muffins in our classes.” Please don’t remember. Please.

“Speak for yourself. The guys in my classes were all geeks.”

“With the exception of Mark. Wasn’t he the football captain?” Jenna teased, appreciating the slight blush on her friend’s face.

“Love at first sight. Do you know, he told me on our second date that he believed in domestic discipline? By the third, he had me over his knees in the back of his car, spanking me until I cried. I knew he was the one for me after that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jenna asked, trying her best to keep her voice down.

“Well, I kind of did. I can’t believe you don’t remember that. We were watching that horrible movie with a spanking scene? Remember now? You admitted that you wanted a dominating man who could keep you in line. And authority figure. And yes, the concept of discipline and spankings came up more than once. That’s why seeing you with Steve makes me want to gag.”

“I remember the dreadful movie, but the rest is a huge blur.” Maybe she had said that. The words were certainly the truth.

Camie winked. “Uh-huh. You’re a terrible liar. I remember everything that you told me, girlfriend and I plan on holding it over your head for the rest of your life.”

“Bitch.”

“Exactly.”

They laughed, the ice broken. “You’re really happy with the arrangement?” Jenna asked.

“Ecstatic and our love life is out of this world. We have sex at least six times a week, sometimes more depending. Hot, passionate, wild sex, the kind that keeps my pussy sore, my knees weak.”

“Don’t make me vomit. Please.”

This time, she rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I wanted to give you a piece of advice.”

“Uh-oh. Here it comes.”

“I’m serious,” Camie huffed. “I want you happy and Steve isn’t going to do that for you.”

“Don’t have to worry about him any longer.” Jenna was unable to stop her fit of giggles.

“He’s gone?”

“Don’t get too excited. Yes. In classic Steve form, he broke up with me over the phone. He said something to the effect that I was beneath him. Asshole.”

Camie groaned. “What a prick. Couldn’t even say the words face to face?”

“No. He couldn’t say them period. He texted them.”

“I should kick his mother fuckin’ ass.”

“I would help you.” Jenna realized she was actually happy he’d chickened out. “I’m glad he’s gone.”

“That makes two of us. Now, you can find the dominating man you need. A firm hand will do you wonders.”

Jenna took another sip of her wine, this time savoring the flavor. “I don’t want a relationship. I need me time for a little while. A long time. Maybe forever. I don’t know what I need.”

“Except for a firm hand. Besides, I know the truth and as soon as the right man peels away all those layers you have, you’re be free to enjoy life.” She shook her head. “But I’m proud of you for wanting to get everything out of life you’ve been working so hard to achieve before you settle down. Good girl. However, finding a hunk with a heart of gold and a keenness for discipline would spark the vixen in you.”

What do you think? Don’t worry, he’s sexy as hell. I hope you enjoyed. BTW – here’s the link for Asha Daniel’s latest – one HOT hunky cowboy story and yes, my alter ego, in case you didn’t figure it out!

Kisses…

Piper

Advertisements

My Special Guest – Golden Angel

I have another fabulous guest today with her latest, HOT HOT HOT release. I have to tell you that this lady is truly and angel and has become a good friend. I hope you’ll enjoy and purchase many of her books. Let’s take a peek…

ARABELLA’S TAMING

SYNOPSIS

Lady Arabella Windham, sister to the Duke of Manchester, has given up on ever attracting the positive attention of Lord Thomas Hood. After discovering he still sees her as the same hoydenish young woman she was in the past, no matter her current perfectly ladylike behavior, and realizing she will never match up to his infamous list of attributes for a wife, she throws caution to the wind and becomes more reckless than ever.

Why bother being good if it’s not going to even be noticed, much less acknowledged?Golden Angel Book cover

When her return to feckless and indiscreet behavior results in disgrace however, it’s Lord Thomas Hood who is caught up in the scandal with her. With a strong-willed bride determined to make her new husband dance to her tune and a stubborn lord determined to curb his new wife’s imprudent ways, is a happily-ever-after even possible?

Despite being part of a series, Arabella’s Taming may be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

EXCERPT

Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so forward, but Arabella didn’t see the point in pretending. She understood exactly what was to happen and she was rather looking forward to it. Perhaps she should have pretending more ignorance? But where was the attraction in that?

He should be grateful he didn’t have to explain anything to her. Grateful she wasn’t horrified or shocked or disgusted by the idea. Granted, she’d been a little of all three when she’d first learned what happened between a man and a woman in the bedchamber – especially some of the salacious details her friends had let fall – but she’d moved past those initial reactions. Knowing there was inexpressible pleasure at the end of the proceedings, and sometimes before, had helped a great deal.

Their wedding night would be a good deal less fun if she’d just learned about what they were meant to do and had no idea that there would be a reward for indulging in what still sounded like a rather awkward business.

Although she was beginning to understand some of what her friends meant. With Thomas’ lips on hers, his arms circled around her waist and holding her up, one hand already sliding down towards her bottom, and the strange hardness of his groin pressing into her belly, she didn’t feel awkward at all. She felt hot, almost itchy, like her skin was too tight and she wanted to rub herself all over him. There was an ache deep inside of her, and she knew exactly what was supposed to fill it even though she didn’t know how it would feel.

His tongue slid into her mouth, his hand moving down to cup her bottom, and Arabella moaned as heat and need shot through her. It felt like her skin had become exquisitely sensitive.

When Thomas’ lips pulled away from hers, she almost protested, but instead of really pulling away he was just moving them… across her jawline… to her neck… goodness, she’d had no idea her neck was so sensitive. She tipped her head back, giving him full access to her throat, clinging to his shoulders as he left a line of burning kisses across her skin.

“What your friends tell you about tonight?” He murmured the question, his voice deep and sensual.

Arabella blinked, trying to think as his hands began to roam along with his mouth. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy and her entire body shuddered as the hand not caressing her bottom cupped her right breast.

“Um… oh my… they said… they said you would put your cock in me… in my… between my legs,” she managed to get out, suddenly feeling shy. At least, shy about using any of the words she might use for exactly where he was going to put his cock. “And maybe my mouth… my bottom…”

The hand on her bottom tightened immediately, pulling her even harder against him as he moaned against the sensitive skin between her shoulder and her neck. She shuddered as he rocked his hips against her, very aware of exactly how much he liked that idea. Arabella was almost sorry she’d brought it up – the reports from the other ladies had been mixed at best.

Yet Thomas’ reaction almost made her want to try…

Somehow the idea seemed much more appealing in this moment, while she was in his arms, feeling the full force of his ardor.

“Anything else?” he asked, practically grating the words out.

The words slipped out of her mouth then. Words she definitely hadn’t meant to say, because she still thought her friends were mad for their insistence it could be fun, even enjoyable.

“They said you might spank me,” she whispered. “And that I might like it.”

WHERE TO PURCHASE

Thank you so much for being here! Purring…
Kisses…
Piper
golden angel banner

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.

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

 

Spanking Implements – Part Two

Yes, more about spanking implements. I must admit, the various reactions are priceless. I think everyone who is a spanker or spankee has a favorite piece. They are more comfortable using a belt perhaps or a favorite wooden brush they’ve had with them for years. Then, of course, there is the correct implement for the punishment. And still, convenience plays an important role. Imagine carrying various spanking implements in your carry on as you’re standing at the airport. Um… Can you imagine the faces of the security folks? What is this, Mr. Smith?

Oh, I work with carpets and always carry my favorite carpet beater wherever I go. You never know when you’re going to need one.

Right… I would love to be the next person in line. I’ve talked with many disciplinarians table of spanking implementswho travel with a suitcase especially designed to hold various implements in a just so position. From straps to paddles, quirts to floggers, they might have thirty or so – for the perfect session. I was a speaker at a conference once and of course the seminar? BDSM and the correct implements to use. Now, given I’m an author and was partnered with an actual paid disciplinarian, well, you can imagine the discord. I had a blast watching as they unloaded the very large bag, presenting their prized collection. Do you think I was a little bit out of my element?

But I must admit, the various implements are exciting. In writing my books, I’ve already told you that I try and select something different each time. But… My characters don’t necessarily have a full entourage of spanking devices in their closets. Well, a few do LOL. Let’s take a look at a few other favorites.

THE WOODEN SPOON

We all have at least one in our kitchens. They’re placed along side spatulas, measuring cups and knives, waiting to cook the perfect meal. However, think about the other well intended use. A hard spanking. For me, there’s something very seductive about the concept of receiving a spanking in the kitchen. Perhaps you’re both together one afternoon, making dinner. The wine is poured, the music playing and pasta ready to slide into scalding water. Then an argument ensues and you lose your cool.

wooden spoons“Don’t give me any crap, Mark. I only purchased two dresses,” Mindy snapped and took a gulp of wine, rolling her eyes.

Mark exhaled, the act allowing his anger to release. He thought about the way she’d been acting, the nasty words and over spending that had been going on for two weeks. Enough was enough. Turning off the water, he eyed the wooden spoon on the counter and realized what had to be done. “There are rules that you must follow, ones you’ve agreed to. You’ve broken several of them over the last few weeks and I’ve allowed you to get away with it. No longer, Mindy.”

“What does that mean?”

“That means, it’s time for a spanking.”

“We’re making dinner!” Mindy scoffed.

“Dinner can wait. Take off your panties.” He turned to face her, the spoon in his hand.

“Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head. “Remove your panties and lie down on the kitchen table. We are doing this now!”

After a slight hesitation, Mindy eased her wine glass onto the counter, her face pinched, her breathing heavy. “Fine.”

“Fine?” Mark asked as he lifted a single eyebrow.

“Yes, sir.” Mindy eased her hands under her dress and wiggled. When she slipped out of her thong, she did as required, handing Mark her panties. After giving him a heated look, she slowly walked to the kitchen table.

He kept his eyes on her, the look stern, as she laid down, her legs dangling. “I’m going to give you thirty strikes and if you don’t behave through dinner, the punishment will continue. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Suddenly her voice was very small, the tone full of regret.

He took long strides to the table, lifting her legs. “Hold them straight for me.” When her legs were in the appropriate position, he rubbed her ass cheeks. “I know you don’t like to receive spankings, but this time, it’s well deserved.”

Crack! Smack!

Well, can you imagine the humiliation, the pain coursing through your ass as he spanks you diaper style on the very kitchen table that you’re going to share a delicious dinner? My guess is that you will reconsider your next purchase.

THE SWITCH

Oh, the switch. Just thinking about it should give you the heebie-jeebies. There is nothing quite as mind bending at least to me. Why? Because it’s so simple yet so cathartic. Switches are found anywhere. Of course there are bushes better served than others. The selection is based on flexibility and the ability to withstand those swings. Dominants or rattan switchesHeads of Household often use them as a deterrent, adding that heightened level of humiliation. Think about the scenario.

You’re at home and your husband or lover has stated in no uncertain terms that you are going to receive a spanking. This time, he’s going to cut the perfect switch from your own yard. He grabs the cutter out of the kitchen drawer and leads you outside, heading for the bank of shrubs that might have been planted with discipline in mind. He directs you to the back of the yard, only fifty yards from your neighbor.  You stand by his side, watching as he touches various stems, your thoughts drifting to the spanking that will come only moments later.

After cutting two or three, he tests them out, swinging, using that perfect snap of his wrist. Every time you hear the whooshing sound, you quiver, trembling because you know that soon the switch will be sliced against your naked ass and legs. You remember the sting, the burning sensations and know that this spanking will remain with you for some time. When he’s satisfied, he takes the time, outside and right there in front of your neighbors who are enjoying a barbecue, to slice portions of bark from the outer edges, revealing the tender green portion inside. After swinging one last time, he leads you back inside, directing you to remove your clothes.

Whoosh!

Are you quivering yet?

THE QUIRT

I have a friend, a very dominating male, who absolutely loves the quirt. He took his time ordering the perfect one after doing hours of research. He had a special case and told me stories about how he uses the implement on his wife. Yes, he reserved the use for times when rules infractions were egregious. I will never forget the first time I held the leather in my hand, rubbing my fingers across the strand. You might remember that the quirt is quirtoften used in horse training, although I doubt in the same use of power or strength of the hard smack.

Whew, I still shiver thinking about the way he swung the implement, snapping his wrist as he demonstrated how he used the quirt. He practiced, learning his craft – as he told me. I can only imagine being naked, perhaps tied to a spanking bench or ‘X’ cross and having this used. The anticipation, the anxiety as he reminds you about why this is being used and just how many strikes you’re going to receive.

An amazing tool in my opinion.

Just a few thoughts this morning. There are dozens of types of spoons, paddles, straps and the picture above shows you how a collection can be built. So the questions. How many implements do you have in your house? Are there specific ones used for different levels of infractions? Who finds the implements and where do you go to look for them? There are plenty of sites on the Internet, but I’ve heard many couples say they prefer to look in unusual places, like flea markets and yard sales. Oh, the delicious thoughts I have this morning.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

Spanking Implements – Part One

Oh, the word spanking. What kind of emotions does it bring to the table? Or the lap. Yes, I’m teasing on this gloomy Saturday morning. I write spanking stories mixed with suspense, danger, love, laughter, extortion and yes, murder. BUT… What does spanking add? We’ve already discussed that spanking is a genre that is here to stay. Spanking stories have been around for a long time. Readers can’t seem to get enough. I don’t care who your alpha male is – cowboy, alien, corporate CEO, attorney, doctor, outlaw or in the case of my series – smokejumpers. Powerful, dominating and sexy men rule. Literally.

What I think authors sometimes have quandaries about is what implement to use. Don’t spanking sayinglaugh. There is an art to using every single one of them. Practice is needed, skills for using certain floggers, canes, whips, etc. and some are considered far too harsh, especially for the situation. Also, there’s the logistics problem. What am I talking about? Well, think about being at the in-laws and that pretty but mouthy wife needs a hard spanking. How in the world are you going to excuse yourself to get the job done? Do you go out for a drive? How about go into the guest bedroom and close the door, hoping that the music coming from your iPhone is enough to mask the sound? Then there are the woods…

Do I have your mouth watering yet?

Think about being at a restaurant with friends and she disrespects her husband in an egregious fashion. Are you going to allow the disregard for rules, and perhaps decency, to go unchecked? Hmmm… What do you do? Take the truck to the back of the crowded parking lot and hope that no one can see, or maybe instead hope they do, adding to the humiliation level? What implement are you going to use?

In both cases, I doubt you’re going to have a duffel bag with you, filled with various spanking tools. And there are dozens. The imagination sometimes is the only hindrance. From belts and floggers, quirts and whips, canes, paddles, spoons, carpet beaters, switches, and the good old fashioned hand, what is the handiest tool in the toolbox? Snicker….

When writing various scenes, I get BORED to death with the same ole, same ole. I just do. I’ve spanked so many women with hands, belts, paddles, etc. that I roll my eyes at times. Of course, in books. And so, I try and be creative, but the implement must fit the spanking in order for the reader to believe in the level of punishment. I highly doubt that any husband is going to have a handy, dandy whip around, or in the car. Let alone, this type of implement is considered severe, only sometimes used in BDSM, and should NOT be taken lightly. This is where the training comes in. But does he always need to use his hand and nothing else?

So, let’s look a few implements that are typical.

THE HAND

Yeah, I need to start here first. There is nothing more personal than the use of the hand. Think about the scenario… A nice dinner, a lively conversation that turns into an argument. He says something that you don’t like, you follow with a nasty retort, accusing him of forgetting all about you, he counters with another comment and the situation gets ugly. At some point, you’ve raised your voice, now screaming obscenities in a very colorful stream. Imagine his face, stoic, allowing you to vent and when you’re finally through, finally, he eases his fork to the table and looks at you. THE LOOK. The one that he only uses when you’re in trouble.

You begin to perspire, beads trickling down from your forehead. You know you’ve crossed the line. When he calmly says, “I don’t appreciate your behavior and we’re going to deal with this right now. Right here.” Well…  You squirm in your seat, swallowing several times and fan your face as heat rises, creeping up from the swell of your breasts. Yes, you deserve a hard spanking for insolence. Yes, you know what you did was wrong, but you don’t want a spanking. Not now. Not in the middle of dinner.

No such luck.

He pushes back his hardback chair and pats his lap. There are no other need for words at this point. You hesitate then drop your head as you take that LONG walk to the other side of the table. Once there, he takes your hands, rubbing them with his fingers, and explains exactly what you did wrong and that he’s disappointed in you. As he guides you over his lap, lifting your skirt and lowering your panties, you long to be able to take back everything, every horrible word you muttered.

Smack! Crack!

The pain rushes into your legs and ass and you wiggle, ready to apologize for everything you’ve ever done wrong.

Pop! Slap!

Hmmm… I think you get the point. I think, and just my opinion, that a hand spanking is so very personal and can be used in various locations. What else?

THE WOODEN BRUSH

Now, I personally think that for most spankees, the brush is dreaded. This delicious implement is very portable, perfect to place in a glove compartment or a suitcase without drawing any extra attention. A beach trip, a business trip, a drive to the store or to see family – perfect. The handle, being short, is perfect for him to wrap his hand wooden hairbrusharound. Excellent control and can be used in confined spaces. PLUS, the thudding pain, which is VERY different than stinging such as a cane or switch, delivers a highly painful whack in a short burst. Do you have one in every glove compartment or center console of your vehicles? Hmm… You should.

What if you don’t have anything that works with you while you’re out on a normal Saturday, doing those dreaded errands? You’ve both had LONG weeks and are exhausted and you’re particularly cranky. The snapping begins the moment you slide into the passenger seat. You had difficult employees, long days and the weekend seems to be nothing but chores. The ride to Target begins the snapping. You can’t help but jab at him for not doing the laundry or cutting the grass. You remind him that he promised a discussion about your upcoming vacation and – nope. He didn’t follow through.

What’s a girl to do? Act like a prima donna. Okay, so that might be extreme, but you get the point. We’ve all been there as women. Tired of doing the lion’s share of the household chores, even though this is considered our responsibility. What does you man think? What can he do? Wait until you are safely secured behind closed doors of course, but…

Target – you walk inside together. Only a few items to pick up and one last stop before going home. You continue to nag. Nag. Push. Biting words. Nasty innuendoes. What can your man do? Have you select the perfect brush for a hard spanking smack in the middle of the parking lot and all on a crowded shopping day.

This time, he says nothing and doesn’t even bother to give you the infamous – you’re in trouble – look. He simply goes to the brush aisle. As you stand there, gripping the handle of the cart, he goes down the LONG row of brushes until he notices the various wooden handled selection. He begins to pull them off one by one, feeling the grip, swinging the brush as you stand mortified. Soon, shoppers all around you are watching, gawking at the act. He feels the bristles then holds the third choice into the light, twisting and turning.

Smack!

He slaps the back against his hand and nods, obviously satisfied. That’s when he gives you the look. You finish your shopping trip and when everything is placed in the trunk, he calmly tells you that you’re going to receive a spanking right here. In the middle of the parking lot. On the busiest shopping day of the week. Can you imagine your thoughts as he drives to the back of the lot – at least away from the heavy majority of other vehicles. He parks and calmly gets out, moving to the passenger side, opening the door. He takes your hand, easing you out then says in no uncertain terms that he’s going to sit down, push back the seat and you’re going to lie over his lap.

You can see the brush, fresh and new, ready to spank your naked ass. You wiggle down your panties before lying across his lap. Of course, the door is open and you know anyone can come by.

Smack! Slap!

Ooohhh… The spanking itself is painful, but what about the concept of humiliation? Whew…

THE BELT

The tried and true leather belt. The very one he wears the majority of the time. The brown, well-worn inch wide belt is the one you purchased over a year before. You overspent, creating an overdraft on the bank card and there is no excuse. You know it.coiled belt He knows it and there is no choice but to provide a punishment spanking. This one is going to hurt. I think the belt has been used since spankings began, often considered the go-to for many Heads of Household. The belt will leave marks, often welts and you dread this type of spanking more than any other.

But you deserve…

Saturday morning. He’s waited all night given his anger and decides to start the weekend off with a spanking, a round of heated discipline. You knew this was coming. Don’t tell me that you didn’t. When he commands you to go into the bedroom, undress and place two pillows on the bed, then wait in the corner until he comes in, thinking about the rules you broke, the basic infractions, you sniffle but refuse to cry. Yet you obey. As you’re standing in the corner, thinking about why you had to have yet another shirt that will hang in the closet, you try and think of how to apologize. You wait.

And wait.

And what seems like an hour later, he enters the room, telling you to lie across the pillows. You’re shaking, anxiety kicking your ass, but you’re resigned to the hard spanking and do as you’re told. Arms over your head, legs together, face pressed against the comforter. He explains the rules again. AGAIN. Then he tells you in no uncertain terms that you’re going to receive thirty smacks. THIRTY? You’re going to die!

Crack! Slap!

The leather strap hits you in the perfect sit spot and you wince, determined to keep your position.

Smack! Thwack!

The pain is excruciating and you’ll begin to beg for forgiveness. He reminds you to keep quiet as he rubs your back.

Pop! Crack!

When the spanking is over, he gathers you into his arms, comforting you and the words are there. Forever in his heart.

I love you…

Well, I hope you’ve gathered a sense of just a few examples. In writing stories, the actions and spankings need to seem real, personal and perfect for the setting. What do you think? What is the implement of choice in your house? What do you like to read about in spanking books? Is there a go to implement in your car or truck?

My naughty mind working overtime.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

Do you Believe in Maintenance Spankings? What about a Disciplinarian?

I think the weekend blog truly showed how much the topic of spankings in a household is on the minds of readers and authors alike. There are thousands of spanking books, hundreds of blogs/tumblrs devoted to the subject, so obviously this is a phenomenon that’s here to stay. AND it’s a lifestyle that is practiced more than some might think. Domestic Discipline lifestyles can work, saving a relationship or keeping an even keel in the household. But every couple is different and the experience is special to them, rules carefully selected for their needs.

I was writing a scene yesterday from my other pseudo – Dakota Black from the last Texas Oil book. My heroine was angry, enraged by something happening on her ranch and in order to maintain a calm demeanor while dealing with a difficult situation, she went to a man who provided her with regular relief. While they’d been lovers of sorts, their true relationship involved the fact he was her disciplinarian. She was given a sense of relief and re-centering. So, given certain comments regarding the recent spanking blog, I developed additional questions. Writers are always trying to find sexier or differentspankopoly methods to write a love scene or in certain cases, spanking. The how, when, with what, and how often has to be determined as well as believable.

Authors are also enjoy finding sexy pictures. Whether we enjoy providing sizzling images of men who fit our alpha characters to spanking scenes that can be shown on basic social media, we often search the internet. You have to remember, authors are responsible for the majority of their marketing. I came on this little jpg and had to smile. Then, my wicked mind took over. I once wrote a piece called Spankdown and it had everything to do with a little game. While the piece was so much fun to write, spankings and the lifestyle isn’t something to take frivolously.

Maintenance discipline – I can’t tell you how many times I’ve made certain my heroine is told in no uncertain terms that she’s going to receive a spanking often, if not every day, in order to provide stability, create a difference in the relationship. Now, we’re not talking thirty minutes of hard belting. Sometimes a maintenance spanking means no more than being taken over his knee the first thing in the morning or right before bed and given twenty or so smacks on the bottom. That can truly help a woman understand her place and provide a sense of protection, love and adoration.

Readers chomp at the bit for reading more than one spanking scene in a book. They want to know the hero has full control and doesn’t mind spanking his lady when necessary. That might create all kinds of swirling thoughts. Can she tolerate a spanking every day or every other day? What kinds of implements are used? Does the Dominant need any special training in order to do this? Should he spank in anger?

My answers – and I’m no expert so don’t quote me here. Anger – NEVER should a punishment of any kind be given in anger. The Dominant or Head of Household needs to be in full control before providing any type of discipline. He (or she) needs to be calm in order to provide what is necessary while tempering and controlling his actions.

Training – there are methods that work better, whether the HOH is using his hand, a belt, a paddle or a switch. Serious harm can be done to the spankee. You can’t whip along the small of the back – kidneys. That’s a single example. So, yes, I believe that every Dominant needs to learn and understand how an implement should be used before ever trying it.

Can a woman handle a spanking every day? Yes, but again, it’s all about the severity. Practiced and trained HOH’s know when enough is enough. They realize there can be bruising, welts and I’ve seen pictures of blood being drawn. REALLY? This isn’t about harming the love of your life. Spankings are another tool, not a threat for bodily injury. I can’t emphasize that enough.

From the couples involved in domestic discipline, maintenance spankings are used to keep the lines between the couple and honestly, to draw them closer together. The centering effect for a woman can be important, even vital or simply another aspect of their loving relationship. LOVE, TRUST, and RESPECT are very important to any relationship, including and maybe especially if domestic discipline is included.

Punishment spankings are something else. That’s for another blog.

What about using a disciplinarian? Yes, there are services or single individuals who provide this for people who don’t have a significant other. You’re not going to go into a bar and go, hey dude, want to spank me tonight? Uh, NO! Like every other kind of service, and often one found on the internet, you have to check them out. There are no spanking cartoonlicenses for this kind of thing, but word of mouth, recommendations, experience etc. All apply here if you’re inclined to find such a person.

What about a close friend? Would you have a conversation with him regarding your needs, discussing your anger issues or another bad behavior that you want to control? Would you actually alter that relationship so that every once in a while you go to him for a spanking?

Imagine…

You make a phone call to your friend or the service hired (after a thorough check) and make an appointment. You go to his house or office and undress or wait. He listens to why you need a spanking then perhaps provides advice, a soothing conversation but one full of a controlling attitude. Then he tells you to lean over the back of the couch or over his lap.

Crack! Slap!

He gives you a hard spanking, already pre-determined then you go on your merry way. Perhaps in the case of a friend, you plan dinner with friends for the upcoming Friday. Hmmm… I don’t know. My personal thought is that spankings, no matter for passion or discipline, are very intimate. I don’t think I could allow a stranger to provide discipline no matter how much I crave.

What are your thoughts? If you’re single, do you have a special person on your life that you would trust enough to provide this type of service? Then again, are you ready to talk to your significant other about your desire to make changes in your relationship? I think these are tough questions for the majority and should be thought about and considered for a period of time.

Let me know what you think. I love your comments.

Kisses and spanks on a rainy day…

Piper

Do All Women Need a Hard Spanking?

Yes, I asked the question on this lovely Saturday. Why? Because the phenomenon still fascinates the heck out of me. And I’d love for my readers to weigh in. Yes, I’ve written dozens of spanking stories/books over the past few years. Even my beloved Missoula Smokejumpers series has a special club the jumpers belong to called Burnout. They get together and discuss their love of dominating women, including domestic discipline – i.e. spankings. And you can bet there are several sizzling and often passionate spanking scenes throughout.

My lovely editor, the ultra talented Sandra Havro from Blushing Books, has said more OTK sayingthan once – I think you need to add another spanking scene. Really? Isn’t the danger, suspense, love, fun and basic story enough? Evidently not given the desires of so many readers. So, the added question is – do we as readers simply enjoy reading about women being taken over the knee or pushed across a fluffy set of pillows, OR, do we believe that men (in the case of my books) should be in charge – Head of Household? I know, you’re not quite certain if you can respond truthfully. Right?

Let’s talk about domestic discipline. The man is in charge of the house and home. He (usually along with some comments and suggestions from his loved one) creates a set of rules. These requirements can be everything from keeping the house clean, what amount of money can be spent, what social media is allowed to the basics of keeping healthy. Every household is different. Once these rules are agreed to, they are expected to be followed. To. The. Letter. What happens if these rules are broken?

Often – a hard spanking. Now, imagine coming home and your husband tells you in no uncertain terms that you’re going to receive a spanking because you forgot to pay a bill or he noticed the purchase at Victoria’s Secret. He’s loving but firm and has you either The belt sayingremove your clothes or lower your panties. He might pull the hardback kitchen chair out from the table and tug you across his lap.

Crack!

His hand stings, burning almost instantly.

Smack! Crack!

You squirm, wiggle given the pain and your arm flails back. He firmly wraps his fingers around your wrist, reminding you that if you don’t stay in position, he’ll start the process, the spanking all over again.

Pop! Slap!

What if the infraction was even worse? Perhaps you received a speeding ticket or made a fool of yourself at his company Christmas party. Hmmmm… This calls for a harsher punishment.

The belt…

He gives you that look at the party. That’s all you need and you know you’re in serious trouble. All the way home in the dark in the car, you’re anticipating your punishment, wringing your hands while you try to calm your nerves. He says nothing as he calms down, placing his thoughts in the right mindset. Once inside, he calmly tells you to take off all your clothes and stand in the corner while he prepares. Imagine your visions, your heart racing, your blood pumping as your obey, standing with your nose pressed against the corner, trying not to cry. You’re trying to figure out if he will use the belt, the one he wears every day or will he choose the dreaded paddle or wooden brush.

When the time comes, he takes both of your hands and says in no uncertain terms that you disrespected him, embarrassed him in front of his colleagues. He explains that the behavior will not be tolerated and asks if you understand why you’re going to receive a spanking. After an apology, you can’t deny your wretched actions. And so… He takes you to your bedroom, the place of comfort and passion, and places you over two pillows, your naked ass in the air. And it begins.

Crack!

The belt hits you across your sit spot and you yelp, unable to hold back the cry.

Smack! Crack!

The pain is intense and you jerk up. He rubs his hand on the small of your back, waiting for a few seconds.

Pop! Slap!

The sting brings tears to your eyes and you bury your face into the pillows.

Whack! Crack!

Another series of hard smacks hits both ass cheeks and your upper thighs. Every strike is controlled but necessary. He continues, giving you several more.

Slap! Pop!

When it’s over, he gathers you into his arms, cradling you in his lap as he allows you to cry, to weep and absolve you of your sins.

Has this happened to you before and if so, do you feel better after promising never to embarrass him again? I think about the type of spankings, the method and implement used and the severity of the punishment itself. There are controlled and practiced methods and anyone who enters into this lifestyle MUST learn to be careful, never disciplining in anger. There are various implements that can be used. The over the knee with a hand is so intimate and used on the spur of the moment. The brush, especially spanking implementwooden is a hard snap, a burning that is centered in a single spot. The paddle provides a thudding sound and is certainly harsh, but very effective. There’s the cane, the flogger, the carpet beater, the switch.

Think about being told to select the perfect switch from in your very yard. Imagine your thoughts as you go out into the garden, selecting the vine. Perhaps he tests various switches right there, in front of your neighbors. Often the bark is cut away, revealing the fresh green inside. Oh, the burn a switch can provide on the ass or legs. Whew.

There are so many other types of implements and various ways in which to inflict. There are couples where a brush or strap is kept in the glove compartment, in case a spanking is needed outside the home. Would your man spank you in the back parking lot of Target? You start arguing over nothing in particular and the nasty words coming out of your mouth are biting, caustic. That same look is given with simple words that you’re getting a spanking when you leave the store.

He drives to the back of the parking lot, away from the majority of customers, pulls out the brush hidden in the glove compartment, yanks you over his lap and gives you a hard spanking. Right there. Yes, someone could walk by. Yes, they might watch. Yes, you’re humiliated but my guess is that you’ll think twice about arguing in the middle of a store ever again.

Crack!

I’ve given you several scenarios so now the questions. Do you believe women deserve a hard spanking every once in awhile? Do you believe that domestic discipline relationships are an excellent method of keeping peace in the home? Do you think couples who practice are closer, even more passionate? Would you consider entering into this kind of lifestyle or do you simply enjoy reading about the scenario?

Inquiring minds want to know. I find it fascinating just how many books are sold and while Blushing Books is known for offering spanking titles, they certainly sell basic romance, suspense and even thrillers. Are we simply hungry as a society for the darker side of relationships?

Let me know and I hope you’ve enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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

PURCHASE LINK