A Line From A Spanking Story I'm Writing, Ripped Mercilessly Out of Context

My ass was like a warm cup of tea, and the heat of it spread through me, sweetly, creamily.

It's silly, right? But it's also kind of hot to me, and it accurately describes one type of feeling I sometimes have while being spanked.

The other day on Twitter, I saw this:

The Smut Writer's Dilemma: is this poetic and hot, or awkwardly phrased and just really weird, I don't know, I don't know anymore. Sex.

— ✨RoAnna Sylver🌙 (@RoAnnaSylver) April 27, 2017

The quote I led with seems like a great example of this phenomenon.

I think, though, that this is a place where one has to trust oneself. Sex really is weird and awkward, at the same time that it's poetic and hot. It's all those things. The hottest things can seem completely ridiculous when seen from outside. I can't tell you how many times I've been totally into something and then broken down laughing at myself.

Sexual descriptions can be cheesy, but my personal belief is that they're only truly bad when they're dishonest/inaccurate.

So I'm leaving the tea description in for now, and I'll hope it speaks to others.

Heated Leather Lover: One Hot Scene

It's out today!

I've been going on and on at various places in the Internet about how hot this book makes me, and now it's time to prove it. Here's one of my favorite scenes—I wrote it early on, and it set the tone for what would be going on in this novella:

Tam stroked Yasmin’s hair. “How many spankings should you get, little girl? How bad have you been?” She wanted to give the woman a chance to set expectations. For some bottoms, taking ten hits was practically edge play. For others, taking a hundred was just warming up.

Yasmin turned her face upward, her expression veiled by a curtain of her thick, curly hair. She bit her lip adorably, into her part already. Her mouth formed the letter “F” but she didn’t speak a word. Tam thought her hesitation meant she was pushing herself, and indeed she seemed to be waffling about whether to follow the “F” with an “O” or an “I.” Tam grinned and hurried her with a sharp, fast strike to one bared cheek.

“Which is it?” she pressed. “Is forty enough, or were you so bad that you need fifty?”

Yasmin gasped. “Fi— Fi—”

Another slap. “Ask me for it, baby. Tell me what you need and I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh God.” Yasmin sighed and jerked, then decided on another vowel altogether. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, sweetie.” Tam couldn’t resist an affectionate kiss to the back of her neck. “You’ve been terribly neglected, haven’t you?”

“God, you don’t even know.”

“I’ll fuck that pretty pussy soon. First, though, you have to tell me how much to spank you. After you get your punishment, you can have your reward.”

“Fifty!” Yasmin wailed, grinding against Tam’s thigh.

Tam obliged. She paced it slowly and evenly so she had time to watch Yasmin’s reaction. Sometimes she enjoyed striking with an irregular rhythm, toying with her bottom and making it impossible to brace at the proper moment. With Yasmin, however, she still wanted to be careful and keep an eye on how things were going. Also, Yasmin was glorious. She responded to each hit as if Tam’s hand had pushed deep into her pussy, arching her back, lifting her head and letting out orgasmic moans. The cheeks of her ass blushed slowly and deeply, a dull pink gradually blooming from beneath her dark skin until she glowed. Tam’s palm tingled and sparked every time it made contact with Yasmin’s beautiful, round ass.

Yasmin didn’t seem to feel any real pain until Tam reached about twenty-five, at which point she began to give sharp little rocks after every hit, making her cheeks jiggle. Tam, by this point, had to resist squirming herself. She hadn’t seen anyone as hot as Yasmin in God knew how long, and it had been even longer since she’d actively participated in a moment as sexy as this. Consider me distracted, Tam thought, allowing herself a victory smirk.

She laid into Yasmin harder and faster. Yasmin yelped and, for the first time, tried to twist away, beginning a running motion that was stopped by Tam’s muscled thigh. Tam held her in place with one hand and kept spanking with the other. They’d both started to sweat, and Yasmin’s helpless struggles set off a hard delight in Tam. “No,” Yasmin breathed, and even though that wasn’t the safeword, Tam stopped immediately, just to check.

She swirled a soothing hand through Yasmin’s thick hair and waited a few seconds. Then she asked, “How are you doing, honey? You still okay, darling? You still having fun?” Tam didn’t know where all these endearments were coming from—she normally wasn’t so gooey. Something about Yasmin brought out all her deepest, most protective instincts. For a dizzying moment she saw herself guiding Yasmin into her favorite bar back home, the beautiful femme tucked under one of Tam’s strong, leather-clad arms and her every sweet curve nestled against Tam’s body in an attitude of perfect, submissive trust. She shivered and forced herself to focus on how Yasmin responded to the question.

“Mmm,” was all Yasmin said.

“You’re in la-la land, huh?” Tam rubbed Yasmin’s back. Her unbuttoned silk blouse had ridden up and Tam wound up stroking her knuckles across soft skin made sticky by strain and arousal. That shot straight to Tam’s clit. Jesus. This woman really made her lose her head. “Talk to me. You’re a little more than halfway through your spanking. Do you want to keep going?”

“Fuck me. Please.” Yasmin’s voice sounded indistinct and Tam realized she was sucking on one of Tam’s leather chaps. She chuckled.

“Not until you take your spanking, naughty girl. You just remember to use your safeword if you need to, okay?”

Yasmin nodded vigorously and tongued the leather some more. Tam took that as permission to give it to her hard. She didn’t hold back at all this time, really whaling at her ass. The hard, staccato blows started a sympathetic ripple in Yasmin’s ass that just about hypnotized Tam. She loved the sight of all that sweet flesh rolling just for her.

Yasmin whimpered, her hips jerking in an unmistakable rhythm against Tam’s leg. She didn’t forget to count, either, though the numbers she pronounced came out slurred and confused and Tam was pretty sure they should have gotten through the forties a lot faster than they actually did.

By the time they hit fifty, Tam couldn’t take it anymore. She stroked Yasmin’s backside for a count of ten, just to keep herself from moving too fast, but then gave in to her desires and ordered, “Strip.”

“What?” Yasmin really had dropped into subspace. She lifted her head and blinked at Tam with wide, innocent eyes.

Tam gave her a gentle shove to signal that she could get out of position. Yasmin stumbled to her feet, moving as if drunk even though Tam knew she hadn’t given Yasmin time to drink more than a few sips of that beer. “You keep asking me to fuck you, sweetheart. How am I supposed to do that when you’re still wearing all those clothes?”

“Oh.” Lust and understanding dawned over Yasmin’s face and she struggled out of her already disheveled outfit. She shrugged off her open shirt. One of her breasts had climbed up out of its bra cup during the spanking, the nipple hard and dark and perched just above the lace rim. Her hands trembled as she worked on the zipper of her skirt, and she almost fell over trying to step the rest of the way out of her tights.
Tam took pity on her and stood up to stabilize Yasmin instead of continuing to watch her delicious battle with her clothing. On the other hand, maybe Tam just couldn’t wait any longer to touch all that soft, inviting flesh. She pulled Yasmin against her and sucked on her earlobe while teasing her hard nipples. Yasmin gave up on trying to push her thong down her hips. Instead she sighed and melted into Tam’s embrace. “You smell like leather,” she said dreamily.

Tam grunted with satisfaction and growled in a low voice, “You like that, don’t you?”

“So much.”

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You can get the book here. Or, if you prefer, Barnes and Noble or Amazon. This book is part of Ellora's Cave's Hot Pink series—you can see the full collection here.

Also, I'm running a giveaway!

Winter Warmers: The Day Before Twenty-Four Surprises

My fellow Winter Warmers author Tilly Hunter has also agreed to share a few details about what her characters were doing the day before her story, "Twenty-Four Surprises," takes place!

Sam is busy putting all Tom’s chocolates into the calendar in the right order while he’s working late; twenty-four melt-in-the-mouth delights that she has just bought from their local deli-cum-confectioners. She’s carefully considered the flavours Tom likes best and is pleased with herself for coming up with the idea of home-made Advent calendars for each other. But she’s worried Tom might not be taking it as seriously as she is. She’ll probably get twenty-four squares broken off a bar of Dairy Milk. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts.

Meanwhile, Tom is very glad that since he owns his own business, he can access whatever he likes on the computers at work. But only after the rest of the staff have left. He has twenty-four photos to print off so he can fold them up and hide them behind the Advent calendar’s doors to represent the implements he plans to use. Some of the pictures are on his phone – taken over the past week of all the seemingly innocent items he’s found at home that can be put to other uses. Others are a matter of revisiting the online stores he’s shopped at over the past couple of weeks. I bet Sam has no idea I’m putting this much effort in, he thinks, she’s probably expecting me to forget altogether. Well, he’s going to make this Advent special for her – with some benefits for himself, of course. She’s probably forgotten all about the drunken conversation in which she confessed she wanted him to spank her and went into some detail of how she’d like it to happen. Tom’s looking forward to warming her backside on his own terms, if he can just keep up his stern Victorian gentleman act without bursting out laughing.

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Story blurb: When Sam suggests that she and Tom make Advent calendars for each other instead of buying them off the shelf, she has tasty chocolates in mind. But while she fills Tom’s with twenty-four treats from their local deli, he is planning something completely different. Something that is going to fulfil a tipsy confession Sam made about her desire to be spanked, and which will test the limits of her patience.

Author bio: Tilly Hunter is a British writer and editor with a wicked imagination and a fondness for quirky stories that usually involve rope. Her work has been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Storm Moon Press, Ryan Field Press and MLR Press. She blogs at tillyhuntererotica.blogspot.co.uk and offers editing services to authors at www.tillyhunter.co.uk. When she isn’t writing, she can often be found halfway up a mountain, or curled up by her imaginary fireside with some knitting and a slice of cake.

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You can read Tilly's story, mine ("Filled With Christmas Spirit"), and many others in Winter Warmers, which is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance, and many other e-book distributors. It's also available in paperback!

Winter Warmers: The Day Before the Christmas Devil Comes

I asked my fellow Winter Warmers author Angela R Sargenti to play a game related to her story in the anthology, "The Christmas Devil," and she kindly obliged.

I once heard it said that a story is about a very important moment in a character's life, a time when something changes. I think sometimes about what happens before that moment comes. I asked Angie to tell me about what her character's life was like the day before the events of "The Christmas Devil," and she surpassed my expectations by writing me a short diary entry from her main character. Here it is:

My name is Katrina, and I am mistress of this grand old house. My parents died and left it to me two years ago, along with a pile of money.

These days, money is power, even for a woman, and I used my power to behave as a man does.

I’d heard of Krampus, sure. He is a common fixture where I live, and appears on the eve of St. Nicholas Day to take all the naughty little children to hell, or beat them and give them rocks instead of gifts. It’s a children’s tale, meant to frighten them into being good all year, lest St. Nicholas take them off his good list and place them on Krampus’s naughty list.

That’s all it is.

Or so I thought, until he also came to me.

Why, on December 4th, I had no idea of the monster’s true existence and was making plans to steal away and visit one of my several lovers. I never knew the danger to my backside from Krampus’s fearsome birch switch.

But I know it now, and believe me, I shall endeavor to keep myself on the straight and narrow from here on out. Next St. Nicholas day I shall be rejoicing instead of facing that infernal creature.

- Katrina Bell

"The Christmas Devil" is the story of a naughty young lady who is given the choice between going to hell or submitting to the birch.

Bio:

Angela’s currently hard at work on her latest novel, and she has penned dozens of erotica stories for sites such as Leo DeGraunce, For The Girls, and Oysters & Chocolate, among others. Her work appears in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 (under her pen name, AR Shannon), The House of Erotica Summer Scorchers Collection, and more recently the anthology, Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica. Yet more stories are to appear in upcoming anthologies, and an erotic fairy tale, “Lord Sir Beast,” is to be released in the very near future. She has served as guest editor for the August 2012 issue of Leo DeGraunce and she has four e-books of her own, Working Out the Kinks, Start Me Up: A Collection of Erotic Love Stories, So Spankable! and Brattitudes. For more information, please check out her links:

http://www.angiesargenti.blogspot.com

http://www.amazon.com/author/angelasargenti

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Angela-R-Sargenti-Author/

http://www.pinterest.com/angiesargenti/

@angiesargenti on Twitter

#ShortAttentionSpanErotica

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(Incidentally, if you would like to amaze yourself, look up Krampus on Google images or a similar service. I once came across an unbelievable collection of images at a museum in Fall River, Massachusetts—surprising, disturbing, and arousing illustrations. I was so pleased when I saw that Angie had written about him because I knew someone needed to do it.)

You can read Angie's story, mine ("Filled With Christmas Spirit"), and many others in Winter Warmers, which is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance, and many other e-book distributors. It's also available in paperback!

Bottoms Up!

I've signed a contract with Xcite for my story "How to Handle a Younger Man," which will appear in their anthology, Tops and Bottoms. "How to Handle a Younger Man" involves a storage unit, a hot younger man, and spanking with a variety of kitchen implements. I'll post more news about it as it's available.

If you can't wait to read a spanking story, check out Spankalicious, where I wrote about a spanking menage.

Spankalicious! TOC edition

I'm not letting this awesome picture fall off the top of my blog. I posted last week about how excited I am to be included in Spankalicious: Erotic Adventures in Spanking. I figured I'd follow up with the full table of contents. I can't wait to read these stories!









Spankalicious Table of Contents

1 His & Hers by ily.goyanes

2 Designated Hitter by Big Ed Magusson

3 Glass Slippers by Leela Scott

4 Venus Calipige by Cèsar Sanchez Zapata

5 A Good Man is Hard to Find by Geroge Glass

6 Little Boys by Angela R. Sargenti

7 My Slutty Little Girl by Sinclair Sexsmith

8 An Incentive for Penny by Jade Melisande

9 The Upper Hand by D. L. King

10 On Switch by Penelope Pruitt

11 The First Weekend by Nan Andrews

12 The Unfair Maidens by Helen E. H. Madden

13 The Birthday Boy’s Punishment by Garland

14 Inspired by Martha Davis

15 Professor Kent’s Book Club by Nina Tate Parker

16 A Cure for Excess by Annabeth Leong

17 Dorm Room Disciplinarian by A. Erin Golding

18 The Roll-top Desk by T. Harrison

Spankalicious!

The delicious picture you see here is the cover to Spankalicious: Erotic Adventures in Spanking, a new Ravenous Romance anthology edited by D.L. King. I'm lucky to have one of my stories, "A Cure for Excess," included in the mix. It's about a woman who's too horny for anyone she dates -- until her best friend, Rebecca, and Rebecca's hot boyfriend, Jesse, decide to administer a little discipline.

My friend Angie Sargenti has also got a story in the book -- "Little Boys." I can't wait to read it!

The anthology is slated to appear around Valentine's Day. Don't forget! I'll post more info when the book becomes available.

(And a funny note: Angie's post about the book is also titled "Spankalicious!" This is apparently a book that makes you want to use exclamation points! Mark that!)