Tuesday, May 3, 2016

The navy – disciplining naughty ladies since 1850- SPANKING JADE by Jessica Brand

She'll salute him on deck; and kneel before him in private.

Spanking Jade by Jessica Brand
As a child, life for Jade was good until a family tragedy changes her forever. Despite the best efforts of her mother to keep her in line, Jade's future looked increasingly grim.
Head strong and wild, she eventually found herself on the wrong side of the law. A prosecutor who sees a glimmer of potential delivers her an ultimatum—she could go to jail or she could join the navy. A few short months later she has graduated from recruit school and looks forward to joining her first ship.
Despite the best of intentions, it isn't long before she finds herself on the wrong side of the naval discipline system.  Facing another choice—be discharged or agree to a course of discipline—she experiences the first of many somewhat unorthodox and definitely unauthorized punishments designed to bring her into line. What she'd never expected is that the unintentional consequences of those punishments also bring her to life.
The pain and humiliation of baring her body in front of others and being soundly spanked becomes something she craves. The day she sees one of the handsome young officers from her ship emerge from her place of punishment, her imagination works overtime. Why was he there? How could she get to know him?
They end up drawn together in a number of unintended ways and she finds herself falling hopelessly in love. Will he return her love and will he be able to deliver the discipline she can no longer live without?

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The prosecutor spoke. "Jade Franklin," he said in a sombre tone. Jade didn't respond. "Jade, it is customary to look someone in the eye when they are addressing you. You are skating on very thin ice at the moment and I have a good mind to simply remand you into custody and draw up charges for you to face in court."
She looked up. The defiance in her face was still clear, but it was tinged with fear as the gravity of the situation finally sunk in. "I'm… I'm sorry, sir." As she spoke she held her hands out and looked down at the cuffs before looking back at the prosecutor. No words were required as her eyes conveyed her plea for them to be removed.
"Yes, Miss Franklin. They're handcuffs. They represent control – usually found on criminals but sometimes on recalcitrant youths like you. Your fate is in the hands of the court and I represent the authority of the court until you face the judge. You do know who's in charge here, don't you?"
Jade had a sudden urge to go to the bathroom and she clenched her legs together tightly, her body squirming slightly as she looked him in the eye.
"Yes, sir. You are," she replied softly and she felt a little gush of fluid.
"Now, Miss Franklin, you have a choice to make here. I'm only offering you this because I can see a glimmer of good in you. I'm aware of your background. You come from a good family, but despite all the love they've provided you, you have used it and abused it. If you front court, it will be an adult court and you will be remanded to the local female prisoner remand center. If found guilty you will be sent to an adult prison. Have you ever been inside the women's remand section of the local prison?"
"No, sir."
"They would love you in there. Fresh meat, Miss Franklin. You'd be someone's bitch inside five minutes. Do you want to be some rough dyke's bitch, used and abused until you don't know what day it is?"
Tears ran freely down Jade's freckled cheeks and onto the floor. "N… no, Sir," she sniffed.
"Then you can return to the holding cells and wait to be processed or you can take this paperwork, fill it out and allow your life to take a new direction." He reached over and held out some forms which she took in her cuffed hands. Looking down at them she read, Application to enlist in the Royal Australian Navy.
"What's your decision, Miss Franklin?"
She looked back up at him. "Do… do I have any time to think about this, sir?"
"Sure you do. You have all the time in the world." The prosecutor looked over to the police officer. "Officer, take the prisoner back to the holding cells so she can consider her future."

The police officer grabbed the link between Jade's cuffs and as he pulled her helplessly around to return to the cells, she blurted, "Sir, please, the navy. I'll join the navy. Please. Don't take me back to the cells, please."

About Jessica Brand

Jessica was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1958. Having lived in many parts of Australia and overseas, she now resides in Sydney and writes for fun.

With a lifelong interest in her subject matter she finally decided to put some of her experiences and fantasies into words, toning them down somewhat for public consumption. Her first book was released in mid 2014, using the pseudonym of R. R. Greaves. This was followed by a new release in Feb 2015 and there are a number of new stories in different stages of production.

With a particular interest in specific forms of erotica, the stories have a lot of explicit detail that comes from years of "hands on" experience. All have a strong element of power exchange between consenting parties. While most involve a key female character submitting to a powerful male, they have a mixture of dominant characters with women submitting to other women, men submitting to women and men submitting to other men.

A key part of the exchange of power between the characters involves the use of consensual physical and mental force, BDSM and spanking.

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Reluctant Submission: Educating Meredith

Monday, May 2, 2016

I'm sorry, Daddy, please don't spank me! #MasturbationMonday

“Hey Lapis, how’s it going, little girl?” a miner asked, slapping her ass too hard. Well, too hard was relative, but he’d had too much to drink, so the slap had brute force behind it, probably more than he meant to deliver.
She ignored him and scampered back up the steps to her room. Her bottom tingled where the slap had fallen and her mind returned to the angry face of the mayor. She’d bet he could give a good spanking. How she’d love to get called out to the woodshed by him. He’d stand her between his knees and lecture her thoroughly about what a naughty girl she’d been. Despite her anger over his unjust rebuke, her ridiculous imagination had her short of breath, quivering to sink into the fantasy world she preferred to inhabit.
Lapis flung herself on the bed and burrowed beneath her skirts to touch her quim. Fingers questing into her ruffled drawers, she touched her dewy slit. She pretended the tingling from the miner’s slap was from a spanking from the mayor.
Lapis, you were very naughty today. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to give you a sound strapping.
She clenched her bottom, working the little nub at the apex of her sex. Her breath grew short.
Mayor Rockwell would order her to lift her skirts and remove her drawers. He’d take the leather strap from a peg on the wall. He kept it hung there just for this purpose—to spank her naughty bottom when she’d been bad.
She writhed over her hand, humping it as she scissored her legs closed.
“I’m sorry, sir…” No, it should be, “I’m sorry, Mr. Mayor.” Or better yet, “I’m sorry, daddy, please don’t spank me.” Of course she’d whine and protest, because spankings hurt, but Mayor Rockwell would remain firm.
“Take your spanking like a good girl, or I’ll add the paddle,” he would say.
She bucked, her internal muscles contracting as an orgasm ripped through her. Her vaginal walls squeezed and released three times, four. Little flutters, little echoes continued for another few moments and then she sank deeply into the mattress, the tension in her draining away.

Yes, although she’d like to give stern Mayor Rockwell a piece of her mind, he had just provided fodder for her fantasies for many nights to come.

His Little Lapis
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Once a respectable young governess, Louise Small tumbled from society’s grace after her employer forced himself on her. She wound up at The Red Petticoat playing Little Lapis Lazuli, a submissive who dresses like a girl and offers her bottom up for frequent spankings.

She enjoys her new identity, so far removed from the prim governess she’d been, but she longs for a real daddy—one who is kind and caring, yet willing to administer real discipline. When she spies Culpepper Cove's Mayor interacting with his young niece, she knows he's just the sort of man she wants. But his disdain for her and her profession put them in conflict.

Letting go of her little self, she reverts to the proper, fine-mannered governess to win his attention. But at what cost? Her little side squashed, she must give up hope of being taken in hand. Will being the Mayor's wife be enough?

Friday, April 29, 2016

As if he were Lord of HER Castle... Mercenary #SatSpanks

I'm highlighting Mercenary today, a newly edited re-release of my story Under Siege, previously published in Lords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Novellas.  

Here's my 8 sentences:

She quaked as she walked up the stairs in front of Sir Balen. It was excruciating. All she could think about was the fact that he was facing her bottom, which he intended to chastise momentarily. She took the stairs as quickly as possible and waited for him at the door to his chamber.
“You may enter,” he said as if he were lord of the castle. Her castle.
She opened the door and stepped into his room, her gut clenched, palms sweaty. Sir Balen entered, followed by Tola. She did not wish for her sister to witness her spanking, but she wasn’t sure Sir Balen could be trusted.

With her castle under siege and her enemies on the verge of battering down the gates, Lady Camilla’s situation is desperate. But when an infamous mercenary named Sir Balen unexpectedly rides to her rescue, she soon finds herself in an entirely different kind of trouble.

Though the mere sight of the devilishly handsome brute sets her heart racing, Balen’s assumption of the position and duties of her late husband incenses Camilla, especially because those duties seem to include spanking her bare bottom whenever he feels it necessary.

Yet despite her blushing cheeks and burning backside, Balen’s bold dominance leaves Camilla yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly. Can she swallow her pride and propose the marriage she knows would be best for all involved, or will her stubbornness lead to disaster?

Note: This book is also available as part of a two-book collection entitled Lords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Novellas, which was voted Best Historical Spanking Romance of 2013 bySpanking Romance Reviews!

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My medieval romance Mercenary has been re-edited for re-release. Originally found in the award-winning two-pack Lords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Novellas, it featured Sir Balen, the mercenary knight who shows up as Lady Camilla's castle is being sacked. The sparks fly right from the start. Here's a little sample...

He couldn’t help but grin as he sauntered over and plopped onto the bench beside her. “Lady Camilla.”
“Sir Balen,” she said coolly.
Her wenches served a light meal of freshly baked bread and a salty cheese. She reached for the food as if she were the lord, but he beat her to it, serving her with a wicked smile. She pretended not to notice, but her blush made his cock stir in his leggings.
When they finished eating, he said casually, “I believe you owe me an apology.”
Her jaw dropped. “I could say the same of you!”
“It does seem to me that you’ve forgotten the position you’re in.”
“Exactly what position is that, Sir Balen?”
“You are sorely undefended, lady,” he exclaimed with exasperation. “If I took my men out of here tonight, which I am willing to do, you’d be wide open to another invasion. If I were Lord Stonegate, I’d be watching for just that opportunity.”
He watched the muscles in her jaw tighten and her full lips grow thin. She didn’t answer.
“You have not offered me compensation, nor have I asked for it. I do not, however, think it is too much to expect your graciousness and an apology when I request it.”
“You request an apology?” The lady seemed dumbfounded. “I have an apology for you, then. Here’s your apology!” She flung her ale into his face, momentarily blinding him.
He roared and jumped to his feet, his eyes burning from the spirits, his hair and face dripping. He snatched the fleeing Lady Camilla around the waist and pulled her sharply against his body. Her soft bottom pressed against his thigh.
“Now that deserves a spanking,” he growled in a low voice in her ear. She lunged and strained against his hold and he jerked her back.
Her men at arms had stood, but so had his, so they were at an impasse.
“Stop fighting,” he commanded, still in a low tone only she could hear.
Miraculously, she obeyed.
In a normal tone, he said, “The lady and I have some business to discuss in my chamber.” He propelled her toward the stairs. Everyone in the great hall stood in shocked silence, taking in the scene.
Only her elderly knight moved to block the stairs, his sword drawn. “Unhand her,” he demanded.
Dear lord. He barely refrained from rolling his eyes heavenward. Well, he couldn’t blame the man for doing his duty. There was no way Balen would take arms against a man old enough to be his grandfather.
“Call him off,” he said in Camilla’s ear. “Don’t make me harm an old man.”
“It’s all right, Sir Thomas,” she said in a shaky voice. “Sir Balen is right, we have some business to discuss.”
“Nay, ‘tis not seemly to go in a man’s chambers, my lady,” Sir Thomas insisted, refusing to lower his sword.
“Her sister may accompany her to be sure her virtue is not questioned,” he said.
Tola hurried forward, her pretty face pinched with concern.
Sir Thomas spoke directly to his mistress. “He will not shed blood over this, Lady Camilla.”
“Won’t I?” he asked darkly. “I didn’t earn the name Savage Sword for nothing.”
Of course he wouldn’t shed blood over this, but he would have Lady Camilla over his knee, even if he had to do it in front of the entire hall.
“Nay, Sir Thomas, I shall not risk your blood over my… folly.”
Sir Thomas lowered the sword slowly. “If you do anything untoward with that lady—”
“I assure you, I will not,” he cut in and led Lady Camilla past her knight, who eyed him with suspicion.
Her entire body trembled, yet when she’d spoken, her voice had been clear and authoritative. He admired her pluck. He released her from his hold to allow her the dignity of walking up the stairs on her own, following behind in view of the part of her that would soon be the target of his palm.


With her castle under siege and her enemies on the verge of battering down the gates, Lady Camilla’s situation is desperate. But when an infamous mercenary named Sir Balen unexpectedly rides to her rescue, she soon finds herself in an entirely different kind of trouble.

Though the mere sight of the devilishly handsome brute sets her heart racing, Balen’s assumption of the position and duties of her late husband incenses Camilla, especially because those duties seem to include spanking her bare bottom whenever he feels it necessary.

Yet despite her blushing cheeks and burning backside, Balen’s bold dominance leaves Camilla yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly. Can she swallow her pride and propose the marriage she knows would be best for all involved, or will her stubbornness lead to disaster?

Publisher’s Note: Mercenary is an erotic romance novella that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a two-book collection entitled Lords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Novellas, which was voted Best Historical Spanking Romance by Spanking Romance Reviews.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

No Sugar-Coating in This One: Born to be Bound - a dark romance by Addison Cain

I have Addison Cain here today talking about her huge bestseller hit Born to be Bound...

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Renee Rose: What is your latest release? Can you tell us a little about it?
Addison Cain: I sure can! Born to be Bound is a dark urban fantasy that challenges readers perception of right and wrong. Set in the emerging Omegaverse trope, every humans’ position is society is determined by whether they are born Alpha, Beta, or Omega.

Four concrete walls surround Claire. She knows every crack, every age-worn imperfection of the windowless room she’s locked within.  

Shepherd, her captor and despotic conqueror of the city, terrifies her. 

Armed with the virus that nearly wiped out the human race, Shepherd demands citizens obey his rule or he will exterminate all life within Thólos Dome. Claire’s city, once the bastion of human civilization, has fallen into madness. Murder, violence... her people are dying. They are killing one another. 

Trapped in the grey-walled room, Claire cannot help the band of starving women she left in hiding to seek out Shepherd and plead for aid - aid he’ll only extend at the cost of her companions’ freedom. They too would be sealed behind barred doors, isolated from each other, from anyone but the favored soldier Shepherd pairs them to. Why had she thought the tyrant would listen when she’d come begging? How much worse have things become for those not fed three square meals by a man they hate?  How many of her companions still live?

Shepherd whispers terrible secrets regarding the city Claire loves. He tells her of old corruption, of darkness, and why he has come to crush all those who live under the Dome. 

The imminent threat is not the virus.

Seizing one slim opportunity, Claire finds the means to escape. She runs so she can warn her friends they are in greater danger than they thought. She runs because the control Shepherd wields, his zealous attention, is changing her. She runs so she might save the citizens of Thólos Dome before they destroy themselves.

And Shepherd chases, because Claire belongs to him. 

Renee Rose: How much of your books are realistic?

Addison Cain: The fact my books are so dark is what makes them realistic.  I don’t sugar coat anything.

Renee Rose: How do you think the Internet and the surge of spanking-related erotica is helping men and women who, pre-Internet, were confused or ashamed by their unusual desires?

Addison Cain: All forms of fantasy are healthy and natural. Now that people can connect via the internet there is a dialogue about what real adult sexuality looks like. We are all titillated by different things, that’s what makes people interesting. Personally, I love to write and read very dark, controversial stories. Responsible adults understand the distinction between fantasy and reality. As a community we can enjoy taboo concepts in our imagination or in consensual play that we would never condone in “real life”. That’s what makes it fun!

Renee Rose: What inspired you to write your first book?

Addison Cain: I love reading stories online and thought that I could try my hand at writing one too. Turns out it’s not only fun, it’s incredibly addicting!

Renee Rose: What is the worst critique you have ever gotten?
Addison Cain: Whenever I am asked this question I can’t help but grin. Like most authors, the first story I ever wrote was pretty terrible. I got slammed by reviewers and I listened. This little gem has always stuck with me, and even if their review was harsh, I learned from it.  To this day it still makes me laugh:

Ugh. At least My Immortal didn't have purple prose shot through it like a junkie on a coroners table like this POS. Esther is the most blatant Mary sue I have EVER seen. She knows everything, sleeps with everyone, all the guys have the hots for her just because she exists, and you describe her way too much!

I read this just to give it a chance seeing how the first chapter sucked. The sex is the only thing good here and I actually skipped most of the scenes because they were too graphic, like everything else in this train wreck.
Renee Rose: And the best?

Addison Cain: It’s so hard to pick just one! I am very lucky to have such sweet fans. They encourage, give feedback, and I love every last review they’ve shared over the years. But, there is one comment that really made a world of difference to me. It was from my older sister. Years ago I asked her to read a few chapters of A Trick of the Light when it was still in its raw stage.

A few days later my sister pulled me aside to tell me my story was good, that I could be a professional writer. It was a life changing moment.

Someone I loved actually believed I could do this!

I held on to that memory every time I had to defend my career choice. I remembered how good it felt each time I got discouraged or stuck in a story. Even today, recalling her words makes me feel wonderful.

Renee Rose: And the next two are for fun. What are your pet peeves or interesting things about you that you dislike?

Addison Cain: An interesting (or frustrating, depending on who you ask) thing about me? Well, I can be a completely stubborn ass. Though society generally frowns on women with this trait, I will flat out admit that it almost always enhances my life. Don’t bend to what everyone else thinks you should be. Do what you know will make you happy... even if its underwater basket weaving - even if everyone else thinks you’re nuts.

As for things I dislike, that’s an easy one. I absolutely HATE flying. I hate it so hard!

Renee Rose: Last, tell us one of your favorite things about someone in your family.

Addison Cain: No one can make me laugh like my husband can. He is such a sweet, affectionate guy that I get a little giggle thinking about how completely opposite he is from any of the male leads I write. I am a very lucky woman.

Shepherd's thumb brushed her lips. "Did you miss me, little one?"

The dark fan of her lashes lowered, Claire was unwilling to 

answer. She had missed him. Missed his smell and the purr, missed 

the calm he cultivated with precision. But her desire for such 

things were only the result of the bond. She had not missed the 

constant feeling of being trapped—watching day by day as more 

pieces of herself were peeled away.

"Answer me, little one." He used that power he had, making the 

thread knock about in her chest. 

Looking lost, her emerald eyes met his. "You have invaded my 


"And your body," he added, holding her a little firmer.

"And my body," Claire agreed, her expression brokenly resigned. 

"Is that what you want to hear?"

Pinching her chin so she could not look away, he warned, "You 

will not run again."

Born to Be Bound
Surrender is not survival.

Claire is desperate. Her once thriving city lies in ruins. The strongest of the three human dynamics, Alphas, have grown feral. Common Betas circle like vultures. The lowest in the hierarchy, rare and weak Omegas like Claire, are being destroyed. Sheltering amidst a dwindling enclave of frightened Omega women, Claire
cannot provide enough to feed them all; her friends are starving.

All due to one escaped convict’s violent rise to power.

Shepherd is every bit as ruthless as his reputation suggests, but Claire cannot continue watching her friends suffer. Her last recourse is to beg the most powerful Alpha in the city for aid. Up close, the sheer size of Shepherd, the raw power of the man, terrifies her. But he may be her only hope.

Before she can render her plea, Claire’s disguise and careful plans fail. Despite taking every possible precaution, she is captured. The moment the Alpha senses her, Claire’s worst nightmare is realized: Shepherd, discovering a rare Omega in his midst, claims her like a prize, forcing a pair-bond that ties her to him forever.

Claire becomes his.

Shepherd keeps his wayward mate locked away where only he might enjoy her and refuses to help her fellow Omegas unless they, too, are irrevocably bound to favored soldiers of his choosing. Claire cannot allow such a thing. She fights her instincts and his will, because no matter how many times he’s knotted her, how manipulative the bond might be, she despises what he’s done.

She escapes.

And Shepherd vows he will hunt her down – ready to burn the city to ash if he has to. Because Claire is his. His mate.

The first book in Addison Cain's exciting, raw, and suspense-filled Omegaverse trilogy is a dark tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do
not purchase.

Addison L. Cain was born in sunny California, but found herself drawn to dwell in older, history-rich places. Japan, Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC, Addison is always on the move, always eager to immerse herself in new cultures and people. Her stories reflect the antiquities she loves: deep and sometimes very dark. Driven to push her characters beyond the pale, Addison’s books are not for the faint of heart.
An alumni of California State University Fullerton, she earned a degree in Japanese and spent years in Asiastudying indigenous Japanese religion. Primeval forests and worn pathways have led to her obsession with gardening.Her Great Dane approves, loping around the yard and getting into mischief. Unfortunately the cat has to watch from a window, and because Addison is a total sucker for his sad golden eyes, he gets hours of belly rubs and too many treats. 
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Coming Soon: 

Sanctified, Book Two of the Born to be Bred Series

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

A Gift for the Doctor by Sara Fields

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After allowing herself to be taken captive in order to save her friends, Morgana awakens to find herself naked, bound, and at the mercy of a handsome doctor named Kade. She cannot hide her helpless arousal as her captor takes his time thoroughly examining her bare body, but when she disobeys him she quickly discovers that defiance will earn her a sound spanking.

His stern chastisement and bold dominance awaken desires within her that she never knew existed, but Morgana is shocked when she learns the truth about Kade. As a powerful shifter and the alpha of his pack, he has been ordered by the evil lord who took Morgana prisoner to claim her and sire children with her in order to combine the strength of their two bloodlines.

Kade’s true loyalties lie with the rebels seeking to overthrow the tyrant, however, and he has his own reasons for desiring Morgana as his mate. Though submitting to a dominant alpha does not come easily to a woman who was once her kingdom’s most powerful sorceress, Kade’s masterful lovemaking is unlike anything she has experienced before, and soon enough she is aching for his touch. But with civil war on the verge of engulfing the capital, will Morgana be torn from the arms of the man she loves or will she stand and fight at his side no matter the cost?

Publisher’s Note: A Gift for the Doctor is the sequel to A Gift for the King. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


A soft whimper came from her lips, and he felt himself harden at the sound.
Grasping her neck, he brought his lips down to hers, kissing her hungrily, pulling her body closer to his.
“Morgana. I only want you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her eyes hooded with her desire. Tentatively, she lifted her chin and pressed her mouth forward. Swooping down, he captured her again in a kiss. He grabbed her bottom and gripped her very hot and reddened skin. A soft gasp of pain, mottled with her desire and need was music to his ears. He picked her up and pressed her back to the tree trunk. Her legs snaked around his waist and another moan emerged from her throat.
Grinding his hips into hers, he nearly growled his pleasure when he felt her own roll to meet his. His cock, still covered by his dark jeans, strained to feel her tightness around him.
Her naked flesh, bare from the waist down, clearly wanted him too. His kisses traveled down her neck, and his hand snaked underneath her shirt. Her nipples strained underneath the fabric, crying for his attention.
A male voice sounded in the distance, breaking the mood in its desperation. Morgana’s eyes grew wide, and she looked back at him.
“Where are my pants?” she whispered, her voice a soft hiss.

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Gift-Doctor-Sara-Fields-ebook/dp/B01ENNZ6I0
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This new release is the direct sequel to A Gift for the King. If you haven't read that yet, here's the buy links below. 

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Author Bio:
Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about!  Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

Email: otkdesire@yahoo.com

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