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I Don’t Deserve a Spanking Daddy

Deserve a Spanking

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! This week I am sharing a snippet from my new FREE STORY, Daddy’s Naughty Girl. This short story is available exclusively for my newsletter subscribers and it features characters from the Daddy’s Girl Series, namely Charmaine and her hunky firefighter Daddy, Hunter, from the upcoming third Daddy’s Girl book, Poor Little Daddy’s Girl. If it sounds intriguing, sign up here for the Racy Raconteur newsletter and the whole story will be delivered to your inbox.

In this scene, Charmaine accidentally wakes Hunter up in the middle of the night with the sound of a vibrator she’s using in the bed next to him. She’s afraid of getting in trouble because she knows she’s supposed to ask Daddy’s permission before touching herself plus she is supposed to wake him if she needs to quench her carnal cravings…

In one fluid movement she slipped the silky nightgown over her head and tossed it on the floor.
He stood up, set the vibrator on the bedside table, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
She crossed to him, hoping this was an invitation to sit on his lap, but he took her outstretched arms and placed them by her sides. “Over my knee.”
Frowning, she draped herself across his lap. “I don’t know that I deserve a spanking, Daddy.”
“Really? And since when is that your determination to make?”
“Never,” she mumbled glumly.

Deserve a spanking

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Cranberries & Spice Blog Hop: Win a Toddy with Four Dashing Pirates!

Cranberries Spice

Welcome to the Cranberries & Spice Blog Hop!

Happy Holidays – This year, as always, I’m thankful for my readers and the opportunity to meet new ones. Since our darling host Natasha Blackthorne is an author of historical erotic romance, I decided to feature my historical trilogy, The Pirates of the Jolie Rouge. (These books are best read in order.) To enter my giveaway, please leave a comment and enter the Rafflecopter below., I will be giving away a $15 Starbucks Gift Card, a swag pack, and an eBook of Bound by the Buccaneer. Today I’m sharing a spicy excerpt from the menage a quatre scene in that very book…

Excerpt – Bound by the Buccaneer

When they reached the Lucky Sloop, Hatch laid a hand on her shoulder. “You may not always see me, Missy, but I will be there to see they do not harm you. If you should like to stop any proceeding you need only call out my name, and I will see to it your wishes are enforced.” With that he silently pulled a blade from his back pocket and ran it in front of his throat in a mock demonstration of what he would do to anyone who tried to harm her.
Frederica gave him a wan smile. “Your protection is greatly appreciated my friend, but I deem it will prove unnecessary.”
Hatch emitted a low growl and opened the door for her. She took a deep breath and prayed that she was right and these men would not harm her.
The proprietor showed them to a back room she’d never seen. To her surprise it looked more like a meeting room than a bed chamber. She sighed with relief. Perhaps these men had no intention of bedding her. Perhaps they’d merely been testing Gaston to gauge his reaction.
She suddenly felt a cool sweat bead up on her skin, and she feared she might faint. She looked around and tried to gather her bearings. She needed to sit down.
“Miss Beauchamp, why don’t you take a seat?” Miles Appling rushed toward her and helped her to a chair. There were several thick, wooden chairs surrounding a large table in the center of the room.
Pugwash loitered in the corner, a mug in one hand his pipe in the other. Edward Chatham slid into the seat next to her and offered her something to drink.
“I’ll have some rum,” she said.
Chatham smiled shyly and poured her a cup from a bottle sitting on the table.
Appling refilled his mug from another bottle which she assumed was whiskey and stood beside her. Fixing his gaze on hers he said, “We are so pleased you could join us, Mademoiselle Beauchamp.” Then he lifted a lock of her long brown hair and ran his fingers across a string of shells that danced in her mane. “Lovely,” he remarked.
“Thank you,” was all she could manage. In polite company his gesture would have been rude, but it made her stomach flutter with excitement. Perhaps they were going to take her after all.
Pugwash approached the table. He was not classically handsome like the other two men, but there was something interesting about the way he carried himself. He was a confident man, and Frederica had no trouble seeing how he could inspire boatloads of men to follow him. The man was a clearly a born leader. He winked at Frederica bawdily. “Have a drink, lass. We’re here to have a little fun, not to worry you.”
She let go of the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Cheers!” she said and lifted her cup to theirs. “And you may call me Frederica.”
The men banged cups and they all drank up.
The men asked her about herself and she told them the story of how she’d been captured by a band of nasty pirates and how Gaston had helped her escape. When she was finished with her tale, Appling shook his head and chuckled. “That Galette’s one lucky bastard. We’ll do well to have him on our side.”
“Aye,” the other men agreed and each of them raised a glass. Miles suggested they play a game, one that would make Frederica more comfortable. Relieved they were behaving so civilized, she nodded in agreement and Chatham pulled out a deck of cards.
The rules of the game were that Frederica would play a round against each of the men in turn. Both players would draw a card from the deck and the player with the lowest card was deemed the loser. The penalty for losing was that the loser would have to remove an item of clothing.
Frederica immediately recognized that if she had to play each man one after the other each of them only getting a turn every third round, the odds were stacked so she would be stark naked before any of the men. She considered protesting, but instead took a sip of liquid courage and smiled nervously. No sense postponing the inevitable.
Chatham was up first and he drew a ten.
Frederica pulled out the jack of spades. “I won!” Frederica exclaimed, surprised. She’d been convinced the men would cheat and she expected to lose every hand. It bolstered her spirits to see she’d been wrong. “You must remove something, Captain Chatham,” she teased getting into the spirit of the game.
“Edward,” he said. “Please call me Edward.”
She nodded her assent. The rum had loosened him up. The boyish nerves he’d shown when they’d first met had been replaced with an easy flirtatiousness. He stood up and with a slow, sly grin he removed his white shirt, keeping his eyes on Frederica the whole time.
Unconsciously, she’d begun to fan herself and Pugwash observed, “Getting’ a bit ‘ot in ‘ere, ain’t it, lass?”
A giggle accompanied by a hiccup erupted from Frederica’s throat, and that made all the men laugh. Frederica stared at Edward’s frame. He was tall, not as tall as Hatch, but taller than most men, and every inch of his body was covered in lean, sinewy muscles. His breeches slung low on his hips allowing her a glimpse of the well-defined “v” that pointed south and hinted at unthinkable carnal delights.

More about the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy

(Book 3 coming in 2015)

Rescued by the Buccaneer

Rescued by the BuccaneerWhen 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.

Publisher’s Note: Rescued by the Buccaneer is the first book of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge trilogy. It is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including elements of BDSM and humiliation, and more.

 What are People Saying about Rescued by the Buccaneer?

“This was my first Normandie Alleman story and wow was I impressed! She really puts together a great story! …This was a wonderful mixture of high seas action and drama, mixed with island romance and hot sex, further combined with a fun engaging plot that kept me turning the pages… This was action packed, romantic, sexy; had great emotional character development, and some awesome spankings! What a fun read! I can’t wait for the next story!  ~Author Katherine Deane *****5 Stars!

“I have become an avid fan of  [Normandie Alleman’s] reading everything by her. She is definitely one of my top 5 favorite authors. When she told me she was writing a historical pirate trilogy I was intrigued. I usually despise anything historical but I wanted to see if Normandie remained herself when writing this. By adding a strong personality and a sprinkle of humor, she does just that!…I loved Rescued By The Buccaneer because it has a strong buildup that will lead you into wanting to read the rest of the trilogy. Book One is mostly the buildup to let you know about the characters and their various personalities. I look forward to reading Book Two, Bound By The Buccaneer later this year!” ~Felicity Mad Gypsy in Wonderland *****5 Stars!

“The author did a great job of keeping the reader interested from the very beginning. Well written and just a hot sexy read. This is a great beginning to a new series. Can’t wait to see what Normandie Alleman has in store for us next.” ~Dsaraceni *****5 Stars!

“The lead female character, Frederica, is such a strong woman and I loved her from the start. Tough when she needs to be, which unfortunately was quite often, but then open and appreciative of life and it’s adventures as well. Gaston is her hero, in more ways than one, and even though he has had his heart closed off for many years he just can not resist Freddie. This is a great beginning to a trilogy and I am looking forward to the next one!” ~SH *****5 Stars!

“If you like a strong, sexy, alpha pirate and a stubborn, saucy wench you will enjoy this book!” ~blondie

“From start to finish Normandie Alleman has taken readers on an erotic journey full of danger amidst exotic locales. In essence, this story is a naughty take on Gilligan’s Island as two lost and lonely souls find love at an unexpected time and place.” ~J. Faltys

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Cranberries Spice

Bound by the Buccaneer

Bound by the BuccaneerTwo years have passed since Frederica joined Gaston aboard the Ocean’s Knave, and with every passing hour they have fallen more deeply in love. By day she is the ship’s physician, but at night she serves her captain in his bed, offering her body for him to punish and pleasure until she begs for more. But after a successful run of raiding other pirate ships, the couple have a target on their backs.

Their only hope is to form an alliance with a trio of like-minded captains, but in order to guarantee the cooperation of these unyielding, battle-hardened men, Gaston is forced to offer them a night with Frederica. Reluctantly, she agrees to be shared with the men, but afterwards Gaston finds it difficult to forgive himself for bartering Frederica’s charms. As jealousy and desperation threaten to consume him, will Gaston lose his beloved Frederica or can he weather the storm and find a way to bind her to him forever?

Publisher’s Note: Bound by the Buccaneer is the second book of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge trilogy, which began with Rescued by the Buccaneer. It is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a foursome, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more.

What are people saying about Bound by the Buccaneer?

“Author Normandie Alleman knows how to raise the heat way past, steamy, melting hot…” ~Karen on Amazon *****5 Stars

“I have read a lot of Alleman and I can say this is the raunchiest thing she has written to date. This proves what happens when an author takes a risk. I enjoyed Bound By The Buccaneer and will definitely say the sex level is up. WOW! I cannot wait to see how this exciting trilogy comes to a close in the next book.” ~Felicity, Mad Gypsy in Wonderland Reviews *****5 Stars

“I loved the first one and this one is even better! Oh, man is it HOT!! If you like a good pirate story, this one is great, with adventure, romance, danger and HOT steamy stuff :) then click and buy! This story picks up right where the first one left off however it stands alone very nicely. If you haven’t read the first ‘Rescued by the Buccaneer’ you really should and you should make sure you don’t miss this one!!” ~SH on Amazon *****5 Stars

You can read the 1st Chapter FREE here or pick up your copy of Bound by the Buccaneer today:

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Spanking Stacy – Lianah Morgan #FriendsOnFriday

Spanking Stacy

Join me in welcoming Lianah Morgan to Friends on Friday this week where we’re spotlighting her new bundle of Stacy books.

Spanking Stacy

Spanking Stacy: Books One & Two includes all of Lianah Morgan’s popular Stacy stories to date! Save money when you purchase them together! 

Includes:

Stacy and the Father of the Bride (Spanking Stacy Book One)
It all starts with a spanking… 

Stacy has always had a crush on her best friend Amber’s devastatingly handsome, but stalwartly conservative father. On the eve of graduation, and just weeks before the virginal Amber’s ill-advised wedding to her high school sweetheart, Stacy and Mr. McCormick have an encounter that changes everything. When Amber’s wedding day arrives, Stacy and Mr. McCormick find themselves alone in the bridal suite where things heat up in ways Stacy never even imagined.

WARNING: This 7000+ word short story involves spanking scenes as well as graphic, rough (but consensual) sex between a young, naughty woman and her best friend’s daddy, an older man. Intended for ages 18+ ONLY.

Stacy’s Room (Spanking Stacy Book Two)
Find out what Mr. McCormick has in mind for Stacy in the sizzling sequel to Stacy and the Father of the Bride!

Stacy’s been waiting all summer to get another moment alone with her best friend Amber’s handsome father, Mr. McCormick. She can hardly think about anything other than their explosive meeting in Amber’s bridal suite. Finally, on the eve of her departure, Mr. McCormick shows up at Stacy’s house for a surprise visit. Amber’s Daddy takes Stacy to new heights as their relationship starts to become much more than just one little tryst. 

WARNING: This 7000+ word story contains scenes of hot, steamy sex including blindfolds, willing, eager submission, and anal play. Intended for ADULTS ONLY, age 18+. All characters are 18 years or older, and not related in any way, shape, or form. 

Excerpt

Stacy reached into her purse and felt around for the pack of cigarettes and the free matchbook that had come with it. She slipped around the balcony to an unlit corner of the house, carefully opening the packaging with her hands still hidden in the depths of her giant slouchy purse. The wind was brisk, so Stacy squatted down behind the protection of the thick glass wall to strike a match and attempt to light her first cigarette. It took two matches, but she managed and then puffed experimentally.

A loud cough forced its way out of her assaulted throat, and Stacy struggled for breath while making sure not to toss the burning cigarette into the dry brush on the sloping cliffside below. The sound of a sliding door opening didn’t help. Mr. McCormick stepped out onto the balcony, shut the door behind him, and strode over to Stacy. Crap, she thought.

She was still doubled over when he reached her, and she saw his shoes first. No doubt he’d be furious with her, and probably call her mom. Stacy finally caught her breath. She winced in anticipation of Mr. McCormick’s disappointed face and looked up. To Stacy’s surprise, he didn’t seem furious at all. In fact, one side of his mouth was quirked upward and he looked almost…amused. Stacy straightened herself up and began looking around wildly for a place to put out the cigarette. Her words came out in a rush as she searched.

“Mr. McCormick, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, I—”

He laughed, and Stacy was dumbfounded.

“First cigarette?”

She tilted her head quizzically before she answered.

“Yeah…?”

“Well? How was it?”

“I—I don’t know,” Stacy stammered, finally stabbing the burning cigarette into the soil of a potted cactus, “I didn’t get much more than a puff before I started coughing. Aren’t you angry?”

“You’re an adult now, and at least you had the decency not to fling that thing over into the brush.”

Stacy’s eyebrows shot up as she looked at him incredulously.

“Oh.”

A flicker of something flashed across Mr. McCormick’s face.

“In fact—“

He cut himself off, pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time.

“In fact, have you got another one?”

Stacy was dumbstruck again. Of all the things she’d expected when the door opened, this hadn’t been among them.

“Uh, sure,” she finally replied as she rummaged through her purse again. She withdrew the pack, pulled out a cigarette and proffered it to him along with the matches.

“Give me another one.”

Stacy complied and stared up at him curiously. His hair was a shade of silvery, salt and pepper gray, and his jawline could cut glass. Mr. McCormick had always been a “hot dad,” but something about him behaving so oddly, standing on the balcony at sunset with his sleeves rolled up made Stacy’s stomach fill up with butterflies. She watched in awe as he put both cigarettes between his lips and lit them together with one match cupped behind his hand. He took them from his mouth as he shook out the match and shoved it into the cactus plant alongside Stacy’s cigarette butt. Then he cocked his head and smiled, holding second cigarette out to her.

Stacy’s shorts suddenly felt too short, but she stepped closer to Mr. McCormick and took the cigarette from his hand, trying not to jump when their fingers brushed lightly. While she watched Mr. McCormick take a drag, Stacy crossed her arms and held the cigarette like the models she remembered from overly-scented fashion magazines when she was much younger. She hoped the affectation made her look glamorous and more mature.

“Go on,” he said, exhaling tendrils of smoke from his mouth, “try it. Just don’t suck on it too hard.”

Stacy gulped at the word “suck.” Inadvertently, her eyes dropped for a fraction of a second to the slight bulge at the crotch of his trousers before she obediently put the cigarette to her lips.

“Just breathe normally. Don’t suck it like a straw. Not yet, anyway.”

He looked at her expectantly as he took another drag. Stacy raised the cigarette to her lips and breathed in, feeling nervous as the smoke filled her mouth and throat. She took it away—still posing like a model—and exhaled slowly, pleased when her body wasn’t wracked by another coughing fit. Mr. McCormick began to clap softly, letting his cigarette dangle loosely from his lips as he spoke.

“There she is!”

Stacy beamed brightly. Pleasing Mr. McCormick made her feel warm and nervous, but happy. He was a good guy. And a handsome one at that. Stacy had always thought of him as a bit of a substitute father figure, but she wasn’t blind. Embarrassed, she tried not to ogle him too obviously as he leaned over the balcony and peered out at the sun, which was barely a sliver over the water now. Stacy copied his stance, and they stood there puffing silently until the sun sank below the horizon. Her body felt like it was on fire as she stood next to him, and the spot where their bare forearms kept almost touching was utterly unbearable. They finished their cigarettes as darkness fell and shoved the butts into the cactus plant. After a moment, Mr. McCormick turned to Stacy with a somber expression. He took her by the chin and tilted her face towards his. She wondered if he might kiss her, and then she realized that she desperately wanted him to.

Instead, he spoke as he loomed over her.

“I’m not going to tell your mother about this, but I can’t allow you to do this kind of thing in my house. Amber is very impressionable.”

Gone was the laid back smoker of moments before, and in his place was the stalwart and stern Mr. McCormick. Stacy was too shocked by the sudden change to respond.

“You’re going to bend over the railing.”

“Wh-what?”

“Bend over the railing, Stacy.”

“But why?”

“Because you’ve got to be punished somehow. Mrs. McCormick doesn’t allow smoking anywhere near the house, and not only did you smoke but you made me smoke too. Bend over.”

Even as the absurdity of his accusation hit her, Stacy remembered her mother’s mortified rage the last time she’d received a disciplinary call from Mr. McCormick. Anything was better than one of her mother’s tantrums. She bent over.

“Good girl.”

Stacy had begun to suspect what was about to happen, and she could only brace herself for impact. Her body began to tremble even though she tried to steady herself, but she was shaking with anticipation rather than fear. Her heart pounded, and she silently begged him to touch her ass gently at least once before he spanked it.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Mr. McCormick placed his hand on her ass, rubbed it gently a few times from one side to the other, and then squeezed each buttock firmly, as if testing them. His fingertips dug the bare skin where her thighs met her bottom just below the hem of her shorts as he squeezed. Stacy’s breaths became shallow, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the sensation of Mr. McCormick’s fingers touching her in a place they definitely shouldn’t be. When he took his hand away, Stacy whimpered in spite of herself before Mr. McCormick’s hand came back, hard, spanking her so roughly that it stung through her shorts.

Stacy cried out as she soaked her panties.

“Okay, that’s it. Don’t make me do something like that again.”

“Just the one?” she asked, hoping her disappointment wasn’t too apparent.

“Just the one. Smoking isn’t that naughty; I just can’t have you making me do it. And promise me you won’t introduce it to Amber.”

“Uh, okay. I promise.”

The sound of an engine starting in front of the house snapped them both to attention. Mr. McCormick pulled out his phone and checked the time again.

“That must be Jason’s car. Judy’s going to be home soon. You should run and catch him if you don’t want to have to call your mother for a ride,” he said kindly.

“Oh gosh, I’ve got to go!”

“Go on then.”

His eyes were soft again, and being alone with him in the dark while her ass still stung in the place where he had struck it was almost too much to take. Stacy shoved her misgivings to the back of her mind and simpered at Mr. McCormick, flashing her best friend’s father what she hoped was a sultry, flirtatious smile.

Then she grabbed her bag and took off running to catch a ride home with Jason…”

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