Saturday, 29 May 2021

Saturday Spankings THE VIKING'S CAPTIVE #satspanks #eroticromance #spankingromance #BDSM @TabithaErotica


Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a few from THE VIKING'S CAPTIVE which is also now available as an audio book narrated by the awesome Tabitha Rayne!


After her village is raided by Vikings and she is carried off and taken as a slave by one of the marauding Norseman, twenty-one-year-old Duna learns the hard way that her best attempts at defiance will merely earn her a painful, humiliating spanking. More shameful still is the inspection of her naked, helplessly aroused body which follows the strict chastisement.

Though he does not hesitate to punish his new slave's bottom both inside and out when her behaviour warrants it, Halvor cannot deny the effect Duna's innocence and beauty have on him, and before long he has decided to make her his wife and claim her virgin body properly. But when a man from her village tracks her down, will Duna choose to stay by Halvor's side?

“It’s your one eve job.” He slammed his hands on his hips and glared down at her. “How can I plow, drive in the sheep, and see to the hens?”
“You can’t, I’m so sorry.” She clasped her hands behind her back and hung her head.
She hadn’t had a spanking since the day at the lake. She’d worked hard, obeyed, tried to make the best of the situation she’d found herself in.
But now she feared a bare-bottomed spanking was in her near future.
“I am sorry, Master,” she said again. “Perhaps you will allow me to search for the hen.” 
“Raven can do that.” He turned to the dog and spoke in his native dialect. Raven began scooting around, with his nose to the ground. “At least it wasn’t the rooster.” 
“Yes, Master.”
“Get in the longhouse, wench. I will see to you in a moment.”
See to you.
She knew what that meant.
She scurried into the longhouse, perspiration popping in her armpits and cleavage.
Misty had been successful and was snacking on his catch.
She left him to it, then rushed to the fire and threw on two stumpy logs, poked at it to bring it back to life. She’d neglected the flames while she’d been playing with Misty and that would double her spanking, for another of her jobs was to keep it burning.
Perhaps if she quickly made Halvor’s supper, he’d go easy on her. Food would maybe mellow his mood.
She grabbed two carrots, a parsnip, and some salted mutton.
“Put that down.”
Her belly clenched, and she tensed all over, especially her buttocks.
She tossed the food back into the basket. “I was making—”
“I do not care what you are making. I care about a lost hen which I paid good coins for and still had another year, at least, of laying.”
Again she hung her head. “I wish it had not happened.”
“What were you doing for it to happen? How can you not notice the sun slipping from the sky?”
“I was...” She could hardly bring herself to give the explanation. She feared it would mean her ass was tanned more severely. “Spit it out, Duna.”
“I was playing with Misty. Well, not playing, Master, teaching him to catch mice. And he was successful, look.” She pointed at him.
Halvor didn’t look. “He is a cat, he can teach himself to catch mice, which means you were wasting time when you had duties to perform.”
“Yes, Master.” She paused and swallowed a lump the size of a crab apple, which had formed in her throat. “I understand that I’ve disappointed you.”
“You have. And when you’d been doing so well at carrying out instructions, slave. I haven’t had to spank you for a long time.”
She could hear the disappointment in his tone. It made his voice deeper, dragged out the last few words of his sentence.
Staring at her feet, she wriggled her toes within her boots. “Bend over the table,” he said.
“I do not understand.”
“I think you do, bend... over... the... table.”
Nerves swirled within her belly, memories of her previous spankings filling her mind. She was glad there was no ginger root in the house.
“Now!” he commanded, his tone sharp.
She started, her eyes misted. Rushing to the table, she pushed a small wooden board used for slicing bread aside and bent over. Her breasts pressed against the surface, and she went up onto her toes.
“Pull up your dress.” He strode to the fire and held his hands to it, as if warming his palms. “Quickly.”
Reaching behind herself, she dragged at the material of her dress, her fingers fumbling in the folds. All the time she had one eye on him, watching what he was doing, wondering how he would spank her. With his shoe? His heated palms? Or did he have some other implement in mind?
“Right up.” He turned to her, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. “You know full well where your punishment will be delivered.”
She did as instructed.
The dress was at her waist, her ass in the air, covered now only by her white undergarments.
He stepped up to her.
Resigned to her fate, she rested her cheek on the cool surface of the table.
A sudden yanking of her undergarments made her gasp and jolt forward.
Cool air slid over her ass cheeks.
The pose was familiar now, bared to him, but still a wave of humiliation went through her. She closed her eyes, trying not to think of how she must look to him in this position. So immodest, so vulnerable. He could, and would, do what he wanted with her.
An image of him working his cock by the lake besieged her. She snapped open her eyes, almost afraid he’d see into her mind.
He should have done it in private.
That thought replaced her last one. She’d touched herself, of course she had, but never when anyone would see her. Not that she’d truly understood what all the fuss was about. Her friend in the village had said playing with her cunny made her breathless and she struggled to keep her mind. Apart from that one time with the ginger, almost at this very spot, that hadn’t been Duna’s experience.
“You have added some meat to your bones,” Halvor said, smoothing his warm palms over her ass cheeks. “That pleases me for I was fearful for your strength and stamina come the winter.”
“I only want to please you, Master.” As she said it, she realized she did... mostly. Bringing a smile to his face with a good meal, making him laugh with a comment gave her a warm, mellow feeling inside.
But there was nothing warm and mellow about this moment—she was in for a good spanking, she knew that with every piece of her heart.
“You should be able to take your punishment better,” he said, “with more flesh. But do not fear, that won’t affect my treatment of you.” His work-roughened palms caught on her skin. She imagined his hand spanned her buttock entirely as he rubbed over each one.
“Thank you,” she said.
He set his hands on her shoulders, pressing her into the table. “I do not wish you to move from this position, slave.”
“I won’t, Master.”
“I want my hands free, not keeping you captive.”
“I will do my best.” Her ass was tingling already, as if the skin there knew what was coming. Her heart beat so fast she could feel her pulse in her temple.
“You will understand when I start.”
She bit on her bottom lip. She’d reached the point she just wanted him to begin so it would be over.
There was a small clunk to her right.
He’d picked up the bread board.
She gulped. It was made of solid oak, the surface flat and wide. She was sure it would deliver a wicked spank.
She didn’t have long to ponder the fact.
“Ouch!” She jolted, but tried not to push too far up the table. Heat seared over her right cheek.
She tried to hold in a yelp, but failed. Her left cheek had taken the strike this time. Now that was on fire, the same as the other one. The wooden board delivered such an even spread of pain.
He used it again, once on each cheek.
Her eyes welled with tears. She curled her fingers so tight her nails dug into her palms. “This is a fitting punishment for your crime. A hen lost her life this eve.”
“I know. I am sorry.” She deserved this. She’d been so neglectful. Poor hen had done nothing wrong. It had trusted her to care for it. She’d let it down.
“Now remember, keep still, this is the start of the real punishment.”
The start?
“Oh, God,” she moaned. 

Tuesday, 25 May 2021

SWAT - Hot Cop #reverseharem #outnow #whychoose #eroticromance


SWAT is now available from all good ebook retailers (previously Amazon only)


Within every large police force there's a group of men and women with elite training, equipment, and skills who get the calls no one else can handle. I’m one of them.

Being a member of SWAT fifty-five is all I’ve ever wanted. Getting here has demanded intense focus, incredible dedication and a talent for firearm handling. And I'm in charge of four men, all with similar skills, strength and passion that takes a special kind of woman to keep them in line—am I the one for the job?

Monday, 24 May 2021

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I'm thrilled to be included in the RELUCTANT BRIDE anthology which hits the shelves on 22nd of June.

My story, HIGHLAND FLING is set in the wilds of Scotland and features kilts and kinks aplenty!

Saturday, 22 May 2021

Saturday Spankings #satspanks #eroticromance #spankingromance #romancebook


Welcome to Saturday Spankings! This week a few from TAKING CHARGE a spankingly sexy story set in Westminster, London with high rides and high politics!


Despite her success in the world of politics, Sheena Nichols has grown tired of spending her nights alone, and when her need for a man to take charge in the bedroom becomes too intense to ignore she seeks out a professional. But she gets much more than she bargained for...

While mastering Sheena properly is a challenge Julian Roath is more than happy to accept, he has no need for her money. When he claims her, it is purely for the pleasure of seeing her blush as she's made to kneel naked at his feet, hearing her beg as her bare bottom is soundly spanked, and feeling her writhe in ecstasy as he enjoys her body in any way he pleases.

Before she knows it, Sheena finds the strict control she's always maintained over her life slipping away as Julian shows her what it means to be thoroughly dominated. But is she truly prepared to surrender herself completely to a man who will not hesitate to take what he wants?

She was both thrilled and scared at what Julian’s imagination might be dreaming up.

“Red suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”


“That’s how you are to address me. Learn your place, sub.” He released her hands and walked behind her, trailing his fingertip over her shoulder then down her back, following the ridges of her spine.

“Yes… Sir.”

“And if you forget, you’ll be punished.”

A sudden stinging slap landed on her right buttock.

“Ouch!” She escaped by stepping forward and covering the heated pain with her hand. “What the…?”

“That’s what happens if you forget to call me Sir. You know now.” He tipped his head as though curious to see if she’d argue the point.

She clenched her jaw and stared at him. Had he really just spanked her?

“Would you like another one?”

“No… Sir.”

He smiled. “Shame, I bet your pale skin would pink up prettily with my hand prints.” He reached for the uppermost fastened button on his shirt and undid it. “Though it’s not just forgetting to call me Sir that will earn you a spanking.”

“What else, Sir?” This she needed to know.

“Orgasming without permission will also earn you a sound punishment. I am in charge of your pleasure, remember.”

No orgasms unless he said so. She could manage that, surely.

He continued to releases his shirt buttons and Sheena watched in silence as he removed it, revealing a broad, tanned chest with a sprinkle of dark body hair. He added the item of clothing to the growing pile on the chair.

Pausing for a moment, he peered into her makeup bag that was gaping open. There wasn’t much in it and he plucked out the solitary lipstick she’d applied earlier.

Holding it in front of his face, he removed the lid then rolled it halfway up.

What’s he doing?

He walked back over to her, stood close and set the tip on the rise of her right breast, clear of her bra. He slid it down her skin, leaving a blood-red trail.

He wrote the letter M, his mouth a tight line of concentration.

Sheena’s breaths were shallow.

He added an I, then an N, and finally an E.

“Read it,” he said.

“Mine. It says mine.”

“Yes, you’re my property. I’ve claimed you.” He twisted the base of the lipstick and it retreated into its casing. He reapplied the lid and put it back in her makeup bag. “How does that make you feel? To be branded as mine.”

Wednesday, 19 May 2021

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Sunday, 16 May 2021

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Music is my passion so you can imagine my excitement when my boyfriends whisk me off to England’s biggest summer festival. What I haven’t counted on is meeting two drop-dead gorgeous rock stars, getting a big break on a big stage, and then having a night of fun that is out of this world sexy and downright wild.

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Tuesday, 11 May 2021



Look, Look, coming soon CRAVED BY THEM the full-length novel requested after the release of the short story featuring Corey and her sexy vampire police!


Sexy vampire police serving the streets of London. 
Hell yeah, you’d better believe it!

The Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order was created at the beginning of vampire memory. Its goal to enforce law and order over blood-thirsty paranormal existences.
To do this, a secret elite group was created known as The Ancient Ones. Their word on the street goes, they are trusted to preserve human life and fight enemies to the death.
What experienced DI Corey Tatum hadn’t been expecting was that The Ancient Ones were to be her new team. 
Intelligent—tick. Gorgeous—tick. Sexy—tick. Soon to be in love and lust with her—tick.
This is no ordinary case, and these are no ordinary policemen. Will Corey ever be able to return to a normal life? Or will her heart, body, and soul crave those who crave her?


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Saturday, 1 May 2021

THE VIKING'S CAPTIVE now on audio book #iTunes #audible #amazonaudible #eroticromance #vikingromance


Welcome to Saturday Spankings it's great that you've stopped by for a few swift ones! My popular Viking novel THE VIKING'S CAPTIVE has just been released as an audio book. Brilliantly narrated by Tabitha Rayne the story comes to life with her gorgeous rich accent and I can't wait for you to hang out with Halvor and Duna as they explore their new life together as Master and captive.


After her village is raided by Vikings and she is carried off and taken as a slave by one of the marauding Norseman, twenty-one-year-old Duna learns the hard way that her best attempts at defiance will merely earn her a painful, humiliating spanking. More shameful still is the inspection of her naked, helplessly aroused body which follows the strict chastisement.

Though he does not hesitate to punish his new slave's bottom both inside and out when her behaviour warrants it, Halvor cannot deny the effect Duna's innocence and beauty have on him, and before long he has decided to make her his wife and claim her virgin body properly. But when a man from her village tracks her down, will Duna choose to stay by Halvor's side?

Halvor watched Duna move to the rock, her hips swaying beneath the new tunic dress. He was full of exasperation. Why had she not done as she’d been told? She’d risked herself by coming to the lake without telling him. How could he protect her if he didn’t know where she was? He’d vowed to protect her, and he was not a man who broke his word.
She reached the rock and bowed her head, staring down at its smooth gray surface. “Can I ask you one thing?” she said, with a shake in her voice.
“You may.”
“Please, do not draw my blood.”
Draw her blood? What did she think he was? A barbarian?
“Of course not.”
She turned to him, her pretty eyes wide, and her hair catching on the wind. “You won’t?”
“No, Duna. I have no desire to see your blood, one drop on your heel is enough to last me a lifetime.”
Her shoulders seemed to relax a little, though her small hands remained clenched.
“I swear I will not spill your blood, slave,” he said, his voice a little softer, “but you must learn to obey me and know there are consequences when you do not.”
“I understand that now, Master.”
“Then this could be, and it’s in your hands, little Celt, your last punishment.”
“Yes, Master.” Her eyes were a little glazed, as if filling with tears. “I just hope it doesn’t pain me too much.”
His heart lurched. He didn’t want to bring her pain, but it was the way of masters and their thralls. She’d have to endure what he planned. There was no way around it.
He stepped up close to her. A single tear was rolling down her cheek.
He caught it on his thumb, then drew it to his mouth. It was warm and salty. “I will not give you more pain than you can bear.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“And when it’s over, it’s over, we’re on a clean slate. You will have learned your lesson and I will have forgiven you.”
She nodded.
“Good.” He folded his arms, and was aware of her attention straying to his bare torso. Did his physique please her? Or was she looking at his muscles and hoping he wouldn’t unleash his full power on her? “Now it’s time for you to submit, Duna. Pull up your dress.”
She hesitated.
“You are making it worse for yourself.”
She blinked rapidly a few times, swallowed, then tugged her dress up to her knees. “Higher than that, Duna. You know what I need access to.”
Her expression was full of apprehension. He knew if he were to stoop and remove a shoe she’d be less nervous, at least she’d know what she was in for. But he didn’t want to use his shoe on her ass, not today.
Her fingers were shaking as she raised the dress up to her waist.
He took his time enjoying the way her new undergarment hugged her ass. “Now bend forward, both hands on the rock.”
He was pleased when she did as he’d asked, without complaint or hesitancy.
“Now push your bottom up, so I can get to it.” He placed his hand on the hollow of her back, forcing it into a deep arch. “Up.”
Her buttocks rose pleasingly. They were small but rounded, a good handful.
“Master,” she gasped.
“And your feet apart,” he said. “It will help you stay upright when the going gets tough. Lock your knees too.”
She whimpered but did it.
Halvor could wait no longer. He wanted her ass, his hands on it, and his gaze upon it. He wanted it pink, so pink she’d never leave the farm again without his knowledge.
Gripping the waist of her undergarment, he dragged it down.
She gasped and raised her head as her buttocks were exposed to the elements.
“You have such a pretty ass,” he said, giving into temptation and running his right hand over it. “It’s almost a shame to have to punish it.”
“Then don’t, Master.”
“You know as well as I do that cannot happen.” Her flesh was so smooth and warm, his big hand dark and powerful in contrast to it. He’d have to be careful not to push her too far.
“I’m going to start now,” he said after exploring her creamy buttocks and the tops of her thighs. “You should brace yourself.”
She tensed further.
His first spank wasn’t heavy; he’d rather err on the side of caution.
She grunted and shifted forward.
“Keep still,” he said, sliding his left hand up her back. He gathered her hair into a rough bunch and held it taut, so he had her exactly where he wanted her. He swatted her again, over the first spank.
She hissed in a breath, but didn’t move this time.
“That’s it, make me proud with how well you can accept a punishment, Duna. Make me proud.”
I will always hate you.
He frowned as her words came back to him. He slapped her again, the opposite cheek. She cried out.
He wasn’t surprised; that one had hurt his palm. But it didn’t stop him and he delivered four more fast strokes, equally as sharp.
“Master,” she gasped, going up onto her toes. “Please.”
“You have not learned your lesson yet.” He rubbed over his handprints, which were blooming on her skin. “Nowhere near.”