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NEW Delightful Victorian Spanking Romance from Etta Stark

Lord Westbrook

Join me today for Friends on Friday with Etta Stark, where she’ll be talking about her new historical romance Lord Westbrook’s Muse.

Hello Normandie! Thank you so much for having me over. It’s great to have the opportunity to talk about my new book Lord Westbrook’s Muse with you because you are one of my favourite historical writers. I love a historical romance. Like my previous books, Lord Westbrook’s Muse is set during the Victoria era. I absolutely love your Pirates of the Jolie Rouge books which are set in the seventeenth century so several hundred years earlier than mine. They so much fun – all sparky heroine, swashbuckling roguish pirates and perilous situations. I can’t wait for the third one to come out!
My new book, Lord Westbrook’s Muse tells the story of a stuffy Lord of the Manor who falls in love with Cass, a beautiful and somewhat mysterious house guest of his mother’s.
After Robert bares Cass’s bottom for a spanking on the very first day they meet, the pair embark on a passionate love affair meeting up in secret in an empty cottage on Lord Westbrook’s grounds. In the snippet below, however, their relationship has hit a bit of a rocky patch. Realising that the two of them want something different, Cass has ended the relationship with Lord Westbrook. She wasn’t happy about doing it though, and her unhappiness causes her to drink rather too much at a party at Lord Westbrook’s house the following day.
Lord Westbrook is furious at Cass’s behaviour and his fury will lead to him administering a harsh disciplinary spanking with a riding crop. But first they have this exchange.

“Don’t you think you have had enough to drink?” he said, taking the cup from her fingers and setting it on the table.
“I do not see how it is any concern of yours,” she replied, knowing it was a stupid answer as she said it. It was his house. It was clearly his concern if one of his guests was over-indulging, regardless of their past history.
Lord Westbrook scanned the guests in the room. “I don’t know where my mother has got to,” he said. “She really should be taking better care of you.”
“I don’t need taking care of! I am not a child.” Her response came out far louder than she had intended. Several guests turned round to look at her.
“Then I suggest you stop acting like it and behave rather more like a lady,” he hissed.
Oh, that really was the limit, she thought. Lord Westbrook was absolutely the last person on Earth who should be lecturing her on behaving like a lady. “Hah!” was all that she said in response. She snatched up the punch cup that he had taken from her and drank it down quickly.
“Very ladylike,” said Lord Westbrook sarcastically. “Do you feel better for that?”
Cass nodded. Although in truth she was beginning to feel somewhat unwell. She felt nausea rise up in her throat as her too-quickly consumed drink hit her stomach and joined the multiple others already there. She fought back the urge to retch.
“Do you need to go outside?” asked Lord Westbrook. “You look like you could do with some fresh air.”
Cass nodded gingerly and he took her arm and led her through the French windows onto the terrace. They stood for a few moments in the warm air without talking.
“Stay where you are,” Lord Westbrook instructed. “I am going to fetch you a glass of water.”
He disappeared inside and Cass once again felt biliousness rising up inside her. She leaned over the low terrace and, to her utter mortification, vomited copiously into the flowerbed below. She remained in position for several minutes to ensure that she had brought up everything that she was going to. When she straightened herself to stand, she was horrified to see that Lord Westbrook was already returned and was silently waiting there with a tumbler of water in his hand.
“Drink this,” he said. “It will make you feel better.”
Cass drank it down; grateful that the water washed away the bilious taste in her mouth. She did actually feel a good deal better now. Emptying her stomach had put an end to the nausea and cleared her head.
She looked over at Lord Westbrook and saw fury glittering in his dark brown eyes. Cass looked down at the ground in shame, the full force of her disgraceful behaviour just hitting her now.
“Walk with me,” Lord Westbrook commanded walking away from the house.
Cass followed obediently. She didn’t want to give Lord Westbrook any further reason to be disappointed with her.
They passed the stables where Lord Westbrook told her to wait outside. He emerged carrying a stout riding crop.
Surely he did not intend to go riding now, Cass thought. Her heart hammered in her chest when she considered the other use that he might put it to.

Lord Westbrook’s Muse

Lord Robert Westbrook’s life of responsibility and social obligations is turned on its head when he meets Cass, a beautiful and idiosyncratic woman at his mother’s garden party. Cass is a staunch supporter of women’s rights as well as an advocate of dress reform, rejecting the restrictive fashions of the nineteenth century.

In fact, Cass’s rebellion isn’t limited to her dress sense. She is also determined to experience the excitement and passion of a sexual liaison. Lord Westbrook, she has decided, is the very man she wants to seduce her. Meanwhile Lord Westbrook has determined that Cass requires some stern discipline.

The couple’s passionate and fiery romance breaks every rule of Victorian decency and kindles a love that neither Cass nor Robert were prepared for. However, when Cass’s secret past finally catches up with her, it seems that the couple’s happiness might be doomed forever.

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The Pirate’s Command #MasturbationMonday

Masturbation Pirate

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! The weekly event dedicated to self pleasure. The Doms in my stories love to have their women masturbate for them and sexy pirate Gaston Galette from the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy is no exception. This excerpt occurs just after Gaston and Frederica have woken up in a beautiful grotto underneath a waterfall on the island where they’ve been marooned.

“Let’s make our way back towards the beach, and I’ll try to catch us some fish for breakfast.” He entwined his fingers with hers and they trudged along the path towards the beach.
They had yet to discuss the evening before—her deflowering, as it were. She wished she had a woman friend to speak with about it. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks and her pussy tingled when she relived the experience in her mind.
Along the way Gaston picked up some more coconuts, and before she knew it, they were back at the beach. About forty feet from the jungle, Gaston dropped everything on the sand and asked her to fetch the kindling she’d gathered the previous day.
When she returned with her second armload, she found him bent over the mound of twigs and husks with a round glass object. “What is that?”
“What’s left of a monocle,” he responded, not looking up, his attention trained on the glass, slanting it in one direction, then tilting it slightly.
“Where did it come from? And what are you doing?”
“My pocket. Always keep it with me. I’m building a fire.” A hint of smoke rose from a spot of the husks, and he breathed life into the fragile fire with a whoosh of air from his lips. Gradually, he added more kindling until flames danced up about half a foot. At that point he began to add some of the larger pieces he’d retrieved from the jungle. Handing her a long stick, he asked her if she would tend the fire while he fished.
“I will, but might I get a kiss first?” It was a bold move asking for his affection, but he’d awakened this brazen woman inside of her. Let him be the recipient of this new, shameless desire she experienced.
He responded with a kiss that made her knees wobble. “Pull up your skirts for me.”
She froze.
“Go ahead, girl. Do as I say.” His lip curled into a snarl.
Primly, she lifted her hem to her knees.
“Higher.” She didn’t miss the warning in his voice, recalling the spanking he’d subjected her to on the ship, and she hiked them up to her waist.
He positioned himself behind her and walked his fingers down her bush until he found the sweet spot between her legs. Fondling her clit, he nibbled her earlobe, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her lips.
“While I’m gone, I want you to play with your little cunt,” he growled into her ear.
She gasped, her spine stiffening.
“Fuck it with your hand. Explore the inside walls. Stroke that clit, roll it between your fingers. Find out what gives you pleasure, my dear. Get to know that delightful body of yours.”
Frederica felt her face turn crimson. She’d fiddled with that part of herself on occasion before, but she’d never shared such acts with anyone, and it embarrassed her to discuss such matters aloud.
He released her with a wink. “Do it, girl. If you disobey me, I’ll know.” With that he disappeared into the waves.

More next week…

Rescued by the Buccaneer

Rescued by the Buccaneer

When Frederica Beauchamp boards a ship for the Americas, she dreams of a life filled with adventure, but she gets more than she bargained for when her passenger ship is attacked by pirates.  The heartless men kidnap her and force her to serve their captain—a fate that might be worse than death, since though he does not have his way with her, the captain delights in baring her, shaming her, and thrashing her bare bottom as punishment for every imagined disobedience.

After the pirates bring aboard an injured man found floating in the sea, Frederica tends to his wounds and learns that he is Gaston Galette, a survivor of a shipwrecked vessel. Gaston seeks her help to overthrow the vile captain, but when their plan goes awry he is forced to use all of his wiles to save them. As the naïve girl and the seasoned sailor navigate one perilous situation after another, he informs Frederica that the only way they can survive is if he is in command, and that if she thinks things can be otherwise, she will be taken over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.

As he watches the proud, willful Frederica bow to his authority, however, Gaston worries that her growing hold on his heart will be his downfall. He knows he cannot take a woman with him when he returns to his ship and crew, but when Frederica accepts his lustful dominance completely, submitting to him with grace and beauty no other woman could match, Gaston realizes that he may never be able to let her go.

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A Naughty Excerpt from Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love by Kayla Lords

Sir and Babygirl

Today I’m welcoming Kayla Lords to the blog to share an smokin’ hot excerpt from her new release, Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love.

Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love

In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, must move forward or stagnate. Can Babygirl set aside her fears of heartbreak? Will Sir convince his sweet submissive that he loves her completely? And just how many erotic adventures can these two get into as they navigate their growing relationship?

Find out in the sequel to The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. This time, Sir and Babygirl are Bound by Love.


Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her body quickly to the brink of climax.
She spread her legs wide, granting him complete access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her. Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and pleasure.
Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than before, bringing her to the brink before –
“Please, oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming avalanche of an orgasm.
“Come for me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir’s hand never stopped it’s movement. Now she could hear the evidence of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.
Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend to wring you dry before I take what’s mine.”
She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth, terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.
“My turn.” She couldn’t miss the satisfaction in Sir’s voice.
He flipped her on her side as if she was a ragdoll. Not that I can move on my own. I’m boneless. He pulled her hips against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer bliss.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” At this angle, he was hitting the exact perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.
With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his hands on her body.
“Eeeek!” Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly, causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked pussy.
He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before they were done.
“Touch your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.
In her current position, it wasn’t easy to get her left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard Sir chuckle behind her.
“Yeah, I like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don’t fucking stop.”
Although she was painfully tender, she continued to stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it, little slut? You like being my fucktoy…”
With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end. Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he’d just run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles, loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body for every drop of his essence.
They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and wrapped an arm around Sir’s chest.
“Thank you, Sir. I didn’t think you had the energy for this tonight.”
“Tonight? Babygirl, it’s four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl giggled at his teasing tone.
“I think I like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old alarm clock.”
“I’d like to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other method.”
Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I’ll wake you up again in a few hours.”
“Mmmm, I sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and fell back asleep.

About the Author

I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.
A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

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