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Pleasuring Herself to Avoid a Spanking #MasturbationMonday

Pleasuring Herself

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 continues where last week’s passage left off. Gaston has just told Frederica to play with herself while he goes to catch them some breakfast. (They are marooned on a lush, tropical beach in the Caribbean.)

She sat down hard on the sand and slumped forward. The bastard had aroused her and left her panting like a dog in season. Yet, he’d given her a task. A task that, now in her lust-filled state, didn’t seem as terrible as it had a few moments ago.
Gaston waded out among the waves, intent on catching their breakfast. He had not glanced back at her since he left. Her sex throbbed with yearning. He wasn’t watching. She had no reason to be ashamed, or at least, she tried to convince herself of this.
And there was the issue of him commanding her to do it. She pondered what he would do if she did not comply. That wretched spanking flooded her consciousness. She wasn’t sure how he would know, but she believed him when he said he would.
With his pleasure in mind, she leaned back and trailed her hand under her skirt, keeping an eye on Gaston. In the distance, she could still make out the outline of his muscular frame. Thinking of what he had done to her the day before, she unfurled her fingers and began playing with her pussy. Starting with long strokes, she tried several techniques Gaston had suggested. In no time her hand was wet with her juices.
Inserting a finger, her sore little channel complained at first, but with further stimulation, the intrusion felt good. She scooted closer to the palm trees and rested her back on one. Then she traced her southernmost lips, teasing her tender bud, drawing circles around it, sending her arousal into the stratosphere.
Shutting her eyes, she pictured Gaston’s face—his devilish grin, sexy eye-patch, and dashing dreadlocks. Sounds from last night’s tryst replaying in her ear, she threw her head back and rubbed herself into a delicious, trembling orgasm.
When she came back to earth, she half-opened her eyes and took in the beauty of the waves crashing against the shore. A sultry breeze rolled in from the ocean and she giggled softly, hugging her knees to her chest. Her body had become a source of infinite joy, and she had Gaston to thank for that. He made her giddy as a child with a new puppy. Only she wasn’t a child anymore, and these were definitely adult pleasures.
As difficult as it was for her to believe, she was the happiest she’d ever been, here, marooned on this island. A week ago she’d been Humphrey’s captive. But now, for the first time since the Adelaide had been attacked, she had something to look forward to and hope for the future. With any luck, her future would include melting into the arms of the dashing pirate who’d rescued her.

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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This Hot Daddy Dom Could Arouse a Prostitute #SatSpanks

Saturday Spanking

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Since we’re allowed a longer excerpt this week I’m sharing a scene from my most popular title, Daddy Morebucks, the first book in the Daddy’s Girl Series. In this scene, down-on-her-luck prostitute Marley has scored a date with a john who’s willing to pay $5,000 for a night where he can play Daddy Dom. He’s gorgeous and rich – a dream customer, but will she be able to play along to his satisfaction?

Excerpt

Daddy MorebucksJackpot again! A meal. Thank you Lord! Marley hadn’t eaten anything since the bowl of grits she ate early that morning at the shelter. No wonder those mojitos had gone to her head. Her belly rumbled. Tonight was turning out to be a good night.
“Yes, that sounds lovely, Sir.” She knew dominant men loved it when you called them by whatever names they asked you to call them. Sir, Master, whatever. She aimed to please this one with the big checkbook as best as she could.
He led her to the dining room, where sumptuous blue and green draperies framed the Dallas skyline, the lights making it look like a Texas fairyland. The aroma of the food was so strong, it relegated the smell of the flowers on the table to a simple undernote.
The table was set with fine china, elegant crystal, and golden flatware. Goblets of icy cold water and several crystal wine glasses anchored beautiful place settings. Their plates had warmers over the top of them. Ah, he’s let the help go. It’s only the two of us. Marley made it a habit to know how many people were around. From a safety perspective, knowledge was power. She didn’t expect this guy to be more than she could handle, but it was preferable to know ahead of time if someone else was going to pop out of the woodwork. She didn’t like surprises when she was on the job.
He held the chair out for her. She sat down, then he pushed her back under the linen tablecloth.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said politely.
Taking his seat across from her, he said, “I hope you aren’t a vegetarian.” “Oh, no. I love meat.” She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
He ignored the double entendre.
She opened the covering atop the food to peek at what was underneath it. She was famished.
“Marley, did I say you could look at your food?”
Is he serious? Chastised, she answered, “No, Sir.” “You will wait until I tell you to remove the cover.” “Okay, sorry,” she grumbled.
“For tonight, I am your benefactor and you will do as I say. Is that clear?” His dark eyes stared into hers.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I prefer to say grace before we eat if that doesn’t offend you.” He reached for her hand.
“No, that’s fine, Sir.” She liked the feel of his clean, warm hand. A whiff of cologne or aftershave drifted past her nose. For some reason it gave her comfort. Though he appeared to be around thirty years old, the man had a commanding presence and she liked the way he took charge. It made her feel as though she could relax, a rarity for her.
Usually Marley had to be vigilant, not only when working, but in every aspect of her life. She was guarded with people. Friendly on the outside, but on the inside she was wary of everyone. Experience had taught her that. Count on no one but yourself. That was the only way to survive.
“Lord, bless this food and us to thine service. Please bless Marley in her endeavors and be with us this evening as we partake in your bounty. Amen.”
Marley found it odd that a religious man would have a prostitute over and that he would pray over it. It takes all kinds. She found it kinda cute though. The fact that he did something so quirky made her warm to him. She didn’t want to admit that it touched her that he said a prayer for her. No one had ever prayed for her before, that she knew of.
He leaned gracefully across the table and removed her plate cover to reveal a delicious smelling entrée that consisted of some kind of beef tucked in a pastry shell, fluffy potatoes piped into a fancy swirled shape, and seasoned green beans.
“I’m glad you eat meat. I don’t have much patience for salads myself, and you look like you could use a good meal.” He chuckled.
He has no idea, she thought as she watched him cautiously, waiting until he picked up his fork first. She wasn’t going to jump the gun again and risk looking like the starving indigent she was.
“You may go ahead.” He motioned to her plate.
“Thank you, Sir.” She dove in, starting with the meat, trying to remain ladylike while desperately wanting to eat like a famished farm hand after a long day’s work.
They ate their meal in silence, the only noises being the clinks of silverware on plates and glasses tinkling as they drank and enjoyed the tasty meal.
“Do you care for any wine?” he asked.
Remembering what Milton had said about him not liking his girls to drink alcohol, she shook her head no.
“No, Sir,” he corrected her.
She finished her bite and dutifully answered, “No, Sir. Thank you for offering, Sir.” She could play that game with her eyes closed.
“Well, I’m going to have a glass of merlot, though I do like to keep my head about me during a scene. You should too.”
“I’m fine, though I did have some drinks earlier.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry. Milton told me you don’t like your girls drunk, and this food sopped up all the alcohol in my system, so no worries, Sir.” He sat quietly sipping his wine and considering her.
“Would you like dessert?”
“Sure! I mean, yes, Sir.”
He looked surprised. “Oh, well, then I’ll call down for something. Maybe we can have it later. What would you like? Cake? Crème brûlée? I could see what the specials are…”
“Crème brûlée. I’ve always wanted to try that.”
He used a phone in the corner to order two crème brûlées before returning to his seat.
Marley finished her potatoes and leaned back in her chair, her tummy contented. “Thank you, Sir. That was delicious.”
Unable to read him, Marley decided it was time to get this show on the road. The sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she could get some sleep. Lack of sleep was catching up with her. The different noises and random commotion that went on throughout the night at the shelter kept her awake. If she was lucky she could crash here and find a new place tomorrow.
Locking her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. The chair didn’t budge.
“What are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.
“I was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”
“Sir,” he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”
Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”
“My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.” [Read more...]

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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