Saturday, 19 October 2019

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotic #BDSM #romance #KU

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a few more from Serena and her bad boy mafia boyfriend, Luca Morretti!

In his world, disloyalty is punished.

When Serena Ricci fell in love with a mafia bad boy, she knew what she was getting herself into. A man like Luca Morretti expects loyalty, but when she took a risk and it ended with the cops busting in, she let him take the fall. Now he's out of prison, and it's time for her to pay the price.

She will be stripped bare, punished thoroughly, and used in the most shameful ways imaginable. First she will beg for mercy and forgiveness, but before he is finished she will beg for more...

“There’s a purple gem on the end,” he said. “It’s the same color as the Scottish thistle. Very apt.”
Serena rocked her hips a little, testing the weight of the thing inside her. Her pussy quivered. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant and it did remind her of the times they’d had anal sex. Luca was the only man to have ever entered her there. A fact he was very proud of.
So should I be surprised he dreamed this up?
“You will remain still,” he said, standing at her side, one hand on her upper back, the other resting over her right buttock. “Though you may scream and wail and cry out all you like. No one will hear. No one will come and investigate or save you from me, your master, the man you will learn to obey.”
A sense of defeat came over her. Yes. She was his. And yes, this was going to happen. But with that came a feeling of relief. There was no point battling, with him or with herself. Acceptance of everything was the best thing. His command. Her arousal. The plug. The spanking.
He stepped away again. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. It seemed she had a reprieve for a moment as she settled into her new state of mind.
Then he was back. This time in front of her. “Open your eyes, Serena.”
She did as instructed. Before her was the wooden spatula. The one he’d used to stir the eggs. It was clean, the flat end wide. It had four holes punched into it.
“This will feel different from my hand. You should prepare yourself for that.”
“Luca. No... I...” Just when she’d accepted what was going to happen he’d changed it.
“You what?” He raised his eyebrows. “You’re sorry?”
She was silent. The apology stuck in her throat.
“It would be good to hear that word right now. It might even be beneficial for you.”
Damn it. He was like a dog with a bone. He wasn’t going to give up. And she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of her apology. Not when running had felt like the right thing to do at the time.
At the time.
Now she really wasn’t so sure.
“Have it your way.” He kissed the top of her head. “But don’t say you weren’t warned.” He ran his hand down her back and over her buttocks as he moved behind her.
A tremble ran up her spine, it seemed to prick every root hair on her head as it passed over her scalp.
“Good girl,” he said, setting the spatula on her right butt cheek.
She clenched around the plug and held her breath. Her belly tensed and her clit throbbed against the table.
“I know this is hard for you to take but it’s the way life is. You’re mine, you stay by my side and you will never forget that now.”
The first swat landed hard and fast, the snap of flesh on wood echoing around the room. Serena didn’t cry out. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead she clamped her lips together and gripped the table harder.
And other smack. This time on the opposite cheek. The wood was different to his hand. Sharper, more precise in the way it sent heat penetrating into her flesh.
“That’s two, only ninety-eight to go. You may count out loud if that helps.”
Serena had no intention of making a sound. It was humiliating enough being over the table for a spanking and plugged up the ass without giving him her voice too.

Tuesday, 15 October 2019

Saturday, 12 October 2019

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #mafia #romance #KU

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from my hot off the press new mafia romance, HARD LESSONS

“Hundred what?” Serena asked. Her arms were still locked above her. She tugged them but Luca held them tight in just one of his hands.
“First hundred spanks, for being all over the hit like a damn rash and then telling the police you were a woman who gets paid to have sex. There were a hundred other things you could have said. Seeing that, hearing that, as I took the rap for a job gone wrong was like adding salt to a wound. And you said it so damn fast, not a moment of hesitation, as if you enjoyed the look on their faces. So yes, a hundred spanks is your punishment.”
“Hundred spanks.” Her mouth fell open even though she was fighting for breath. “Are you mad?”
Si, real mad, and you’re about to find out just how much.”
He released her wrists and in one fast movement yanked at her blouse. Buttons flew to the left and right, clattering on the wooden floor. Cool air washed over her chest and her nipples tingled and tightened behind her bra.
“You need to be naked, Serena.”
He pulled again, material ripped, and then the blouse was gone. Next her bra, a front-fastening style, was also on the floor.
She went to cover her breasts but he yanked her hands away and held her wrists.
Exposed and vulnerable, a shiver tickled over her flesh and her belly clenched. Heat traveled lower, to her pussy, and a deep hum of arousal flickered to life. But she didn’t want to be aroused. Luca was going to spank her. He was stripping her naked to punish her.
“What’s the point in trying to cover yourself?” His eyes glinted with steely determination as he gripped her wrists. “I’ve seen it all before. Many times.” He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip.
“But not like this.” She pressed her thighs together. “Not in anger.”
His intense gaze, his fast, shallow breaths told her he was still affected by the sight of her. A glance lower told her his cock liked the view too.
“Don’t bother arguing, Serena, it will get you nowhere. I’ve had months planning your punishment, don’t forget. Hours and hours pacing a cell working out every detail of how I’d make you sorry for what you’d done.”
Trepidation shot through her as she imagined him brooding in the dead of the night, his imagination coming up with goodness only knew. He was an expert lover, fighter, and dead accurate shot; she had no doubt he’d be an expert disciplinarian.
He stepped away, tugging her with him.
She stumbled and caught her foot on a table leg. “Ouch, Luca, please.”
He ignored her and sat. Then pulled her onto his lap, trapping her legs between both of his.
The room turned upside down; she squealed and flattened her palms on the floor, kicking up her heels. “Stop this, Luca.”
“No, you stop it. Complaining will earn you extra smacks of my hand.”
“You can’t spank me like this, I... oh...”
He dragged at her skirt; she was sure another button went flying. In an instant her bare ass was the highest point of her body. A shot of fear went up her spine. Luca was pure muscle, if he wanted to make her ass burn it wouldn’t take long. And a hundred swats of his palm—if that really was his intention—didn’t bear thinking about.
“Keep still, Serena. You’ve had this coming for a long time.”


Friday, 11 October 2019

Upset Your Mafia Boyfriend? Expect HARD LESSONS #erotic #BDSM #romance #newrelease #KU

My super sexy new mafia romance, HARD LESSONS, has just hit the shelves. Don't miss out on Luca and Serena's spankingly hot story! Also available to read on Kindle Unlimited.

In his world, disloyalty is punished.

When Serena Ricci fell in love with a mafia bad boy, she knew what she was getting herself into. A man like Luca Morretti expects loyalty, but when she took a risk and it ended with the cops busting in, she let him take the fall. Now he’s out of prison, and it’s time for her to pay the price.

She will be stripped bare, punished thoroughly, and used in the most shameful ways imaginable. First she will beg for mercy and forgiveness, but before he is finished she will beg for more…

Publisher’s Note: Hard Lessons includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Friday, 4 October 2019


Previously published in the MEN OF SUMMER anthology (no longer available) TO THE MOON AND BACK is now available as a single title. Love reverse harem? Love kinky rock stars? Don't miss out!

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Monday, 30 September 2019

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Saturday, 28 September 2019

Saturday Spankings - #BOLLYWOOD STYLE! #SatSpanks #BDSM #romance

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week I have drama and sparkle all the way from Bollywood for you. THE UNWHOLESOME ADVENTURES OF HARITA has a sexy new cover and is for the first time available on Kindle Unlimited. Take a look...


Writing Harita’s sexy fictional adventures is my closely guarded secret, but when her antics become a reality in my bedroom, can I handle my new husband and his fondness for dominant, copycat role-play?

No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.

The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita’s wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I’ve waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.

Now they have – the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.

So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on erotic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.

“But first, do you want to know what kind of disobedience will earn you a punishment?” 
I nodded again and squeezed my legs together. The way he was sitting, knees apart, feet flat on the floor and his long, elegant fingers spread on his thighs, gave me an idea of what punishment I’d receive. It was what I’d hoped, but I didn’t know what I would have to do to earn it. 
“Teasing me in public,” he said, “will mean you get punished when we come home.” His eyes flashed in a way that made me think he very much hoped I would, in some way, tease him in public, maybe with a flirty look or a stray hand beneath a tablecloth. 
“Tell me,” he ordered. “Tell me what punishment you think you would deserve for the crime of teasing me in public?” 
“A...a spank, Sir.” My pussy hummed at the thought of bending over his knees, my bum high and open to his palm. Unable to do anything about the strikes he could rain down on me. Squirming and writhing would do no good once he had me secure. 
“Yes, absolutely.” He pulled his eyebrows low and pointed at the top drawer of the dresser. “Pass me your hairbrush.” 
I gulped and reached into the drawer. My hairbrush was large and wooden. Paddle shaped. The hundreds of metal teeth on one side were strong and bordered on sharp. 
“Give it to me.”
He held out his hand, and nervously I stepped up to him and placed it in his palm.
He tested the weight of it, ran the tip of his finger over the teeth and down the long, smooth handle. He made a circle with his thumb and index finger and ran it up and down the handle the way he’d done to his cock the night before. “Perfect,” he said, smiling and looking up at me. “Absolutely perfect.” 
I swallowed, my legs like jelly and my nipples so hard they were beginning to ache. I just wanted him to get on with it. 
I didn’t have to wait long. 
“When you forget to do as you’re told, if you have a dirty mouth outside of this room or think you can make my lavDa hard for you in public, then this is what will happen.” 
He circled my waist and, quick as a flash, tipped me upside down over his knees. I gasped as the bedroom upended in my vision and flailed my hands to the floor, searching for balance. 
“Look up,” he ordered, securing me to him. “I want you to see what you look like when you are being disciplined. It will help you keep your behaviour in check.” 
I stared into the mirror. My silken hair hung messily around my already rosy cheeks. My eyes were wide, wide with excitement and desire, humiliation and anticipation, and the naked flesh of my back and bum was pale against his dark trousers. 
He smoothed his hand over my rump, watching his own movements carefully as he rubbed a large circle over first one orb then the other. He slid down the cleft between my buttocks, over the pucker of my anus to my pussy. I whimpered as he stroked over my entrance then circled the ridges and folds surrounding it. 
“You want to be punished hard, don’t you?” he said. “I can tell.”
Oh, what is the right answer to that?
“Whatever you think, Sir,” I said in a small, squeaking voice.
His eyes caught mine in the mirror, and he held up the brush he gripped in his other hand. “I think hard is the only way for wives to learn their place.”