Friday, March 27, 2015

"Daddies don't leave their Little's just because they've been naughty" #Ageplay- Her Hollywood Daddy #SatSpanks

Introducing my first Ageplay book, Her Hollywood Daddy!

$3.99 on Amazon

I'm so thrilled to present my first ageplay book, published by Baronet Press. This one was a joy for me to write-- there's so much love, reassurance and affirmation in an ageplay book, despite the strict daddy and spankings. I hope you'll consider buying it today and let me know what you think?

“Don’t...don’t leave me,” she blurted with a sob, then froze, wishing she could pull the words back into her foolish mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that. Leave her? How could he leave her when he wasn’t even dating her? She held her breath, wanting to slither off his lap and hide under the sofa.

Joel lifted her up to cradle on his lap. “Of course I won’t leave you. Daddies don’t leave their Little’s just because they’ve been naughty.”

She covered her face in her hands.
He pried her fingers back. His gaze was warm and loving, as if she were his beloved child and not an unreliable co-star with a huge cold sore on her lip. He kissed her wet cheek. “The spanking’s over and you’re forgiven.” 

Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.

Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.

Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.


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Sex Toys and Orgasm Denial in Mastering Inga by Megan Michaels

I'm thrilled to have Megan Michaels here today, and even more excited that she put the accent on my name (which is how it appears on my birth certificate). She's brought over her very sexy new Service & Submission book, Mastering Inga.
Thank you ReneĆ© for having me on today. Mastering Inga was a fun and sentimental book to write.  Inga enjoys her sex toys and Garrett loves orgasm denial—a very interesting combination!  Women love to talk about sex toys  -- In this snippet there are two things that came from conversations with friends.  One was a conversation with women at work and the other was with authors.  I'm not divulging which toy or body wash came from which group.
I hope you all enjoy it!!

Looking at the clock, she knew she probably wouldn’t have time for a rendezvous with her Rabbit, despite the frustrated arousal he’d stoked within her. She had to shower, get dressed and be in the kitchen within an hour.
She climbed out of bed, opening the drawer of her nightstand to pull out her waterproof rabbit. But as she held it in her hand, she hesitated.
I will obey the rules whether I like them or not because it pleases my Master. I’m not supposed to play with my toys or have an orgasm without him.
Inga knew that it would be viewed as disobedience if Garrett found her, and he’d warned her that the punishment would be harsh. But it would only take a few minutes. She knew exactly how to achieve an orgasm quickly. She palmed the handle of the rabbit… then set it back in the drawer.
Not today. She’d obey and behave.
Turning on her heel, she made her way to the bathroom, turning the shower on and letting the water warm up. She took her sleep shirt off and relieved herself, and by the time she finished steam was rising, filling the room with its warmth. She stepped into the shower and in the corner she immediately spotted her Rub My Duckie — her vibrating duck from Paris.
Nope. I’m not doing it. I’m going to follow the rules. I will obey the rules whether I like them or not because it pleases my Master.
She moved under the spray of water, washing her hair with her tingly tee tree and peppermint shampoo. Curious how it might feel, she coated her fingers with the tingly essence and slid them through her slit, liberally spreading the shampoo over her clit. Instantly, the cool gel brought that little bundle of nerves alive as well as the surrounding area. She slid her fingers further down, pushing them into her sex. Her pussy spasmed, the sensation bringing her whole nether regions to life.
She stole a glance over her shoulder, and the duckie stared back. She could’ve sworn it whispered her name to her. Garrett would paddle the shit out of her backside, but certainly he wouldn’t invade her privacy. Would he? And even if he did barge in, she would hear him enter, giving her time to toss the duckie back to its home in the corner.
She shook her head at the paranoia that had come over her. After all, she was an adult in her bathroom taking a shower — she had a right to do what she wanted in her quarters. He’d never know. She pulled the pink duck off the ledge of the shower, flicking the switch, the intense vibration starting instantly. She pressed the duck to her pussy, letting her body adjust to the vibration then tipping it forward to let the duck’s bill press up against her clit. Her hips thrust in reaction, she grabbed more of the shampoo and squeezed a small amount onto the bill before pressing it against her clit once more.
She was lost in the cooling and tingling sensations as well as the vibrations, however, the next sensation took her by total surprise. A stinging swath of fire bloomed across her backside, making her jump. Spinning around, she found herself nose to nose with Garrett.
“You were warned,” he said, his words a quiet growl. “That orgasm you almost stole? That was mine!
He reached over and shut the water off, grabbing the duckie from her hand and tossing it into the sink. He carefully threw her towel on the floor, and then grasping her upper arm, he yanked her out of the tub to stand on the towel. What happened next left her speechless, unable even to shout.
He swatted her bottom several times — hard and fast. She’d always read that the pain was worse when your bottom was wet, but she still hadn’t been prepared for the severity of that pain. Her hands were cupping the blazing flesh of her buttocks as soon as he’d stopped. Her bottom was still wet but the sudden warmth of her skin surprised her. She pulled in a gasp of air and let it out, the sound of her voice almost a whistle.
Although she tried to stand stoically, she drummed her heels against the floor in a little dance of anguish.
“You were warned,” Garrett said. “I told you what would happen, and not even twelve hours after writing ‘I will obey,’ you do this.”
He stared at her and shook his head, then began rubbing the hot pink flesh of her scorched bottom.
Raising his gaze to hers, his lethal, quiet voice sent chills down her spine. “Get dressed. No panties, not even a thong. After we eat breakfast together, I’m going to bring the kids to my mom’s to spend the night. We’ll need privacy and several hours to deal with this misbehavior. I expect you downstairs in ten minutes. You don’t want to be late, trust me on that.”



To Inga, serving wasn’t just a job — it was who she was, right down to her bones. The picture of the tall, dark and handsome physician in the assignment profile intrigued her more than the money he offered, more than the generous live-in accommodations, more even than the chance for her to be a caregiver to his two young children in America. No, the picture of the childrens’ father sparked something else in her — an even deeper desire. A need to serve him. For Inga still yearned to serve a man — in every way he required.

A prominent surgeon, wealthy, attractive, and successful, Garrett seemed to have the perfect life. But underneath all of that, he knew one thing for certain: he was a mess. Losing his wife had been devastating enough, but raising two children — alone — only made recovering from her death that much more difficult. Somehow they’d made it through though, scarred, but together. Now, it was time to do something positive, time to take a step forward. And that started with finding someone who could give his two beloved children what he couldn’t — a woman’s touch, a woman’s caring, and a woman’s love.

The lovely blonde woman from Sweden would do nicely — she loved the children, and they loved her right back. He’d just have to ignore the dramatic curves of her lush body, those gorgeous Nordic blue eyes, and the way her sun-kissed skin seemed to glow when she smiled. Yes, that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Right? Not a problem that is until he learned what she really was, what she really wanted — and what he’d needed all along. Another woman to kneel at his feet, another woman who obeyed every command he’d give her, another woman to worship him in every way he demanded. Perhaps he’d finally found what he was looking for, but he’d never know for sure. Because the one woman he wanted, was the very woman he couldn’t have. 

How could he make Inga his, in every way a man could, when she was the caregiver for his own flesh and blood?

Publisher's Warning:  Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! 

This is a MF BDSM contemporary romance. Themes include: graphic sexuality, M/s, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book

This is a stand alone book and can be read independent of Finding Submission.

Word count: 52,716 words



Thursday, March 26, 2015

Callie Mae and the Marine - a spanking story by Stevie MacFarlane

I have Stevie MacFarlane here today to talk about her spanking romance Callie Mae and the Marine!

Renee Rose: Are you working on a new book right now?

Stevie MacFarlane: Yes, several.  I’m working on book two in this series, a paranormal and fiddling around with the idea of another O’Malley book.

Renee Rose: Where do you find inspiration for your stories?

Stevie MacFarlane: As they say, everything is copy, lol.  I find inspiration all over the place.  I may witness an incident in a grocery store and suddenly I’m assessing what I can do with it.

Renee Rose: What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

Stevie MacFarlane: Okay, now I’m singing the theme from Frozen.  Let it go, let it go…  If you want to write erotica, you have to be ready to step outside your comfort zone at times.  I began with baby steps, but I’m getting braver all the time.

After he is wounded during his final tour of duty with the Marines, Morgan Whittaker returns home to a life in shambles. Knowing that their marriage is beyond repair, his wife uses her connections as a scientist at a top-secret government lab to offer Morgan an opportunity to start over in not only a new place, but a new time as well. Believing that he has nothing to lose, Morgan agrees, and soon enough he finds himself walking the dusty streets of a small Kansas town in the year 1880.

It is there that Morgan meets Miss Callie Mae Walker, the feisty preacher’s daughter who has taken it upon herself to run the local saloon, much to the consternation of her father and the townsfolk. Callie Mae is beautiful, sassy, and in desperate need of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Morgan decides that he might just be the man for the job, and before long he takes the little hellcat over his knee for a sound spanking.

Callie Mae is not one to be tamed easily, and his chastisement provokes her to take ever greater risks with her safety at the saloon. But Morgan is no longer the all-but-broken shell of a man he left behind in the twenty-first century. In this time and place, he is the tough, bold fighting man he once was, and he’ll be damned if the girl he loves is going to get herself killed because she didn’t have her backside heated properly.

Publisher’s Note: Callie Mae and the Marine is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that this book was previously published under the title In This Lifetime: Morgan’s Journey.

“Where in hell’s creation have you been all these years? We all thought you were dead, killed in the Indian wars,” he continued, reaching out to shake Morgan’s hand before pulling him into a man hug and pounding his back. “And what in tarnation are you on foot for? Get throwed?”
“Um, yeah,” Morgan replied. Apparently this man knew him, although how that could be possible he didn’t know. Cara told him he was taking a chance going to rural Kansas where his ancestors had settled back in the 1800’s. It appeared she was right, as he obviously looked enough like his predecessor to be mistaken for him.
“Well come on,” the man said, heading toward the wagon. “Never thought I’d live to see the day you got pitched off your own nag,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You want I should try and find your horse? I guess that fightin’ took more out of you than is right.”
“I guess so,” Morgan agreed, climbing up on the seat and looking around at the countryside. “No, he was an ornery old cuss anyway, so good riddance to him.” Acres and acres of wheat, as far as the eye could see, waved gently in the breeze. He hoped the man would continue to carry the conversation because frankly, he was almost speechless.
“I’ll take you out to the homestead,” the blond haired man beside him said, giving the reins a snap that set the horses in motion, “but I better stop at the house on our way or Missy will never forgive me. That little sister of yours is sweet as a honeycomb until she gets a bee in her bonnet, then watch out. We been married nigh on three years now and I’ve only had to take a hand to her a few times, but let me tell you that woman can hold a grudge like no female I ever met. Best not to rile her up if I can help it,” he said, grinning.
“You hit my sister?” Morgan asked, feeling strangely angry despite the fact that he had no idea who ‘Missy’ was.
“Hell no! You know me better than that, Morg; I just tan her hide when she gets out of hand. Nothin’ you wouldn’t a done yourself if you’d been around. If anyone knows what kind of trouble that gal can get into, it oughta be you.”
Morgan nodded and digested this information. So, he had a sister. Well the other Morgan Whittaker did, and lord knew where he was. Maybe he was dead. This man was married to Missy, his sister, and apparently it was permissible to spank your wife. A tiny smile tilted the corner of his mouth.

Stevie MacFarlane lives in upstate New York with her husband of many years.  She currently has 11 books out, including her very popular series about an Irish-American family, The O’Malley’s.  To explain her writing preference she used a quote from her Amazon Author’s Page.
“All of my books are romances. I like a lot of conversation, a bit of humor, some fairly hot sex and spanking. If you're into whips and chains, these probably aren't for you. However, if you've ever watched a movie where the leading lady is being a perfect bitch and you feel like yelling at the leading man, "Oh my God, spank her you fool!" these might be right up your alley.”
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Twitter:  @steviemac1175

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Release Day! New Ageplay Her Hollywood Daddy

Today is release day for my first Ageplay book, Her Hollywood Daddy!

$3.99 on Amazon

Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.
Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.
Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, afterall, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.



She sucked on her lower lip. “You probably think I’m a mess.”
“No,” he said, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. “I think you’re a talented actress with incredible potential whose current lifestyle choices might be affecting her well-being.”
She looked at him from under her lashes, allowing a hint of coquettishness. “And I just need a daddy to look after me?”
HIs lips curved into a devastating smile. “That’s what I’m thinking. A very strict Daddy who will not hesitate to warm your bottom for you.”
She wanted to believe he could make it all better, but the underlying anxiety over her big-picture problems remained. She shoved them down to the pit of her belly and snuggled into his warm embrace. “Thank you,” she murmured.
“Are you hungry, little girl?” he asked, stroking her hip. “You must be. What have you eaten today?”
“I’m starving,” she admitted, starting to stand up.
He lifted her off his lap and stood, patting her bottom. It wasn’t nearly as sore as it had been an hour ago, which was slightly disappointing.
She wrapped his robe more tightly around her and trailed him into the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator door and peered inside. “Turkey sandwich?”
“I don’t eat bread, but sure.”
He paused. “Right.” He looked back in the fridge.
“It’s fine. I’ll just have the turkey. Do you want me to fix dinner?”
“No,” he said, pulling out the sandwich fixings. “I’m making dinner. Your time would best be served…” he paused as if inventing it as he went, “bending over that counter and showing Daddy your punished bottom.”
Something fluttered in her belly. Her head felt hot and buzzy. At the tender age of twenty-four, she’d spent more than half her lifetime performing. She understood perfectly what he wanted from her, and she was happy to comply. She walked to the granite countertop and leaned over it, hiking the robe up to reveal her bottom. Reaching back, she ran her hand over her cheeks, squeezing a little to renew the pain.
She winced. Still tender. She heard the sounds of plates coming out of the cabinet, mayo and mustard bottles squirting. She decided the robe was in the way and slipped it off, letting it fall to her feet. Fully naked now, she rested her cheek on the counter and reached back with both hands, rubbing her bottom like a naughty girl.
Joel’s hand tangled in her hair and he lifted her head up. His breath felt hot in her ear. “You look so cute like that, little girl.”
“I was hoping,” she purred.
“Were you?” His voice sounded deep and gravelly. He caught her nipple and tugged it, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. She crossed her legs and squeezed, her pussy clamping in response.
He slapped the back of her thigh, lightly. “Open those legs for Daddy.”
She slid her feet apart.
He slapped again, a little harder.
She gasped.
She stepped out further.
“Good girl,” he said, his fingers reaching around the front of her to stroke along her slit. “Now, let’s go over some rules of the house,” he said, sliding open the drawer beside her and pulling out a rubber spatula, followed by a heavy wooden spoon. Moisture began to seep between her legs and he gathered it, spreading it up her labia and circling her clit. “I expect instant and complete obedience from my baby girl,” he said. “And I will control your entire world. You won’t leave the house without permission, you won’t eat or drink unless I approve the food and you won’t watch television unless I determine if the shows are appropriate. I will dress you or give final approval on any outfit you choose.”
She giggled and then yelped when the wooden spoon connected sharply with her ass.
“Do you think that’s funny, little girl?”
“No sir, no Daddy,” she yelped.  
He patted her bottom with the spoon. “Any disobedience or sass will be immediately punished. I can be a very stern daddy.”

The Key to Annie's Heart by Keriann McKenna & Stevie MacFarlane

I'm hosting Keriann McKenna and Stevie MacFarlane today with their spanking romance The Key to Annie's Heart. Here's the scoop:

To live a rancher's life in the Rocky Mountains had always been Mac's dream.  He loved his place on Fall River.  He was a success by anyone's measure, except his own.  He failed to keep his wife content to be at home, although "home" was a dream put to architectural drawings.  Too many nights she preferred to stay in town with friends rather than make the trip up the mountain.  She liked to party, and winding mountain roads coupled with too much to drink ended her life.  Could Mac ever forgive himself for his wife’s death?

In all his ways Mac was basic, even when it came to sex.  He was a standard missionary position kind of guy with an occasional variation.  That would have to change; he wanted a wife and a family—a second chance.

Annie Campbell was a busy event planner at a five star hotel in the city.  Fiercely independent, she wouldn't consider herself sexually savvy; she certainly was open to new experiences.  It had been six lonely years since her husband died.  It was time to move on and setting her fears aside, she joined an Internet dating site.
After reading what she considered to be a damn near perfect profile, she sent Mac a brief note and waited.   He had no idea just how independent she was.  She had no idea how over-protective he was—but they were about to find out.

Could Mac pull it off?  Could a country guy woo a city gal, stop researching how to please a woman, and put it into practice…and what about Annie?  Could she surrender some of her independence and learn to submit to him?  Read their story!

A contemporary western romance, The Key to Annie’s Heart is the first novel in the Fall River Ranch series.  MacDermot’s Bride, Book 2, is scheduled to be released by March, 2015, and will be followed by a prequel, The MacDermot’s of Scotland.  Each is a stand-alone novel intended for mature readers.

As Mac handed each dish to Annie, she picked up her chopsticks and managed to slide some of the food onto her plate.  Mac picked up his chopsticks and with precision selected what he wanted.
Annie pushed her food around on her plate, making an effort to hide how totally inept she was at using those damn sticks.  She peeked over at him and wished she had a dinner roll to help her shove some of the veggies onto her sticks.
Out of the corner of his eye, Mac watched as she tried to pick up a glazed onion by pushing it against a piece of chicken.  It looked like she had it almost up to her mouth when the tips of the sticks quickly slid past each other and with lightning speed the onion flew toward Mac landing on his sleeve.  He could no longer conceal his grin.
“Oh Mac, I’m so sorry!”  Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes as she carefully removed the onion and tried to clean his sleeve with her napkin.
“Let me help you,” he offered, barely able to stop the laugh which was begging to escape.  He reached over and took her hand.  With one swift move, he stabbed a piece of chicken and guided it into her mouth.
“Mmm, good,” she mumbled, her mouth full of food.
“Darlin’, many people never master the technique of using these things.”  There was a combination of empathy and controlled laughter in his voice.
“I feel like such an idiot,” she proclaimed, looking at two very simple little sticks.
Without further comment, he took the chopsticks from her hand.  “Let me feed you.”
“No way!   Just get me a fork and I’ll be fine,” she assured him.
“I don’t think so; I may not get this opportunity again.”  Taking his sticks, he picked up veggies and lo mien noodles and held them in front of her mouth.
“Open wide,” he said.
“Mac, really, this is embarrassing.”
“Oh Darlin’, to the contrary, it is wonderfully sexy.”
“Oh you think so?  I feel like a helpless baby,” Annie protested.
“Annie, there are times when I would love you to be my helpless baby.”
Thoroughly humiliated, and at the same time thinking that being his baby could be a bit erotic, Annie resigned herself to being fed and opened her mouth.  She had to admit, as she began to relax, this was the sexiest thing he’d done all evening.

Keriann McKenna
I’ve been writing for most of my life.  My first love was music and lyrics and my first song was a dreadfully simple little tune about a boy I was madly in love with at fourteen.  I’m certain I drove my grandmother to distraction as I wailed this boy’s name from the piano in the living room at every opportunity…romance was in my heart even at a young age.

Later in life I developed my craft as a poet and published work in anthologies.  I still write poetry but am dipping my toes in the waters of romance, both sweet and steamy.

I was born in a small community in Upstate New York, but left as soon as I bought a decent car that didn’t require more oil than gas…I’m not kidding.  I used to pull into a service station, hand the attendant five bucks for gas and tell him to fill it up with drain oil.

I lived in Canada and the Midwest for several years before settling in the Seattle area with the love of my life.  I now live in the foothills of the beautiful Rocky Mountains near my family; I’m retired from the counseling field although I still work crisis intervention two nights a week.  I consult with and edit for other authors into the wee hours of the night, and I rescue senior dogs and give them a forever home.