Steamy Extended Excerpt – Defending it All

Book Five in the Punishment Pit Series is now available, and it is SMOKING hot! Check out this extended peek into Defending it All:

Now that Tiff was safe, his fear was transferring from her personal safety to their future as a couple. With regret, he acknowledged there was more than a small chance he’d leave this house as alone as he’d arrived tonight. He was about to solidify their relationship—or hammer a nail in it. He’d change it if he could, but he was a Dom at his core. He’d proven he could bend, but there were some lines he wouldn’t cross.

I can’t put up with blatant disobedience. She put herself in danger. There’s no sweeping her poor decisions under the rug. I can’t be a pussy. I have to make this a punishment she’ll never forget.

He ran a security company and had acquired many enemies. He wasn’t always going to have time to explain his orders. He needed to know he could trust Tiffany to obey him. Knowing that punishing her was the right thing to do didn’t make it easier. There was a real possibility she could tell him to fuck off.

A truth most people didn’t understand was that strong D/s relationships always came down to consent. In the end, Lukus knew he was powerless. He knew what he needed to do, so their fate was now in Tiffany’s hands. Without her consent, it was game over. He wasn’t a big gambler, but knowing how new she was to the BDSM lifestyle, he put their odds of making it through the next few intense hours as a couple at 50/50.

Taking another deep breath, he exited the car, taking long, determined strides up the walk. Markus opened the door before he got there. Lukus hesitated as the two men communicated silently their joint relief at how the situation had played out since separating at the airport. He moved past Markus, desperate to see Tiffany. He could think of only one thing: he needed to hold her.

“Tiffany!” He was almost running by the time he hit the great room.

The sight of her pressed into the corner like a naughty sub stirred confusing feelings. When she turned to peek at him, her vulnerability cut him. His breath caught at the sight of her tear-stained face and mussed hair. Her lips quivered, and all Lukus could think of was kissing them until they were tender. Her name escaped in a groan as he rushed towards her. “Aw, Tiff.”

She broke her pose to rush into his arms. He squeezed her so tight she groaned under the pressure. She reciprocated, holding onto him as if her life depended on never letting go. Through her sobs, he heard words that turned him cold.

“Please, Lukus, don’t hate me. I know I disappointed you, but I won’t be able to take it if you tell me you hate me. I can take anything but that. I’m so sorry. I promise you, I didn’t know it was that big of a deal.”

His mind reeled. How could she not have known how he felt about her?

Maybe because you’ve never told her, sport. Not clearly. Fix it, asshole.

She launched into a new wave of apologies before he stifled her, capturing her trembling lips in a passionate kiss. He’d taken her by surprise, forcing his tongue deep to tangle with her own. She tasted like mint and vodka. He crushed her body against his own as he let their shared passion run wild, and felt her legs failing to support her. By the time he ended the kiss, she was lying boneless in his arms. She didn’t know it, but she’d just subconsciously demonstrated her surrender to his authority over her body.

He weaved his fingers through her long, blonde hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look up into his eyes. He was relieved to see the fear gone from her gaze.

“Are you listening to me, Tiffany?”

Her voice was small. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s good, because I have something important to say, and I’d hate for you to miss it. Although, I do plan on saying it often.” He saw her confusion and couldn’t stop his grin. “Don’t you ever ask me again if I hate you. That insults me, and it insults what we have together. People who hate each other don’t share kisses like we just shared. Got it?”

She managed to nod slowly. It looked like she was trying to make sense of his cryptic words. He decided to help her.

“I thought something bad had happened to you, baby. I’ve spent hours in hell, beating myself up for not keeping you safe—for not leading you better, so you knew how important it was for you to obey me today. My brain has run amok with a million what-ifs, and you know what? Not once did I think about hating you. On the contrary, you know what I realized today?”

She still didn’t seem to trust her voice, opting to slowly shake her head instead.

“Today is the day I realized that, for the first time in my thirty-four years, I’m totally in love. I honestly wasn’t sure it could happen to me, but it has. So, hate? Never, baby. I love you, Tiffany O’Sullivan.”

Her tears were back. “Oh God, I’ve loved you for weeks, Lukus, but I was too afraid to say it. I thought it would freak you out,” she sobbed.

Lukus chuckled. “Before today, it might have. But not anymore. All I could think about was keeping you safe, and how I was going to feel if something bad happened to you, and that I hadn’t even told you how I felt.”

“But I don’t understand why we were in danger in the first place. Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on?”

He heard her challenge and lowered his grip to her neck, squeezing hard enough to ensure he had her attention. “I have a lot of enemies, baby. I run two businesses, and both require me to occasionally knock heads with dangerous people I have no intention of exposing you to. I will explain things to you when I can, but know this; I expect to be obeyed without question when you’re given a clear order. Not every order will be life or death, but it’s not your job to decide when to obey and when not to.” Her pupils flared in recognition of his authority; her challenge was replaced with submission under his dominant stare.

Lukus added commandingly, “I hope you’ve noticed that I’m trying hard to compromise and consult with you on decisions, Tiff. Trust me when I say I’ve never done that with a woman before. I love your sass. Your intelligence. But here’s the deal: you’ve told me you want me as your Dom. More importantly, we agreed I’m your HoH. That means I have final say on the rules. You follow them, or there are consequences. Were my instructions about staying home and locked in the house unclear?”

He saw the spark in her eye. She was tempted to argue, but fought it down. “No, Sir. Your instructions were clear,” she whispered.

“So tell me: what’s going to happen next?”

It was a good thing he was holding her tightly because he felt her shaking again. In the past, the fear on a sub’s face had helped feed his Dominant ego. Tonight, the fear on the face of the woman he loved filled him with dread.

Be strong.

“I’m waiting,” he continued. “What do you think I should do?” He waited patiently for her to say the words.

“You’re going to punish me for disobeying you.”

“That’s right. I think we’ve both been dreading this night.”

“Then I don’t get it. If we both dread it, why—”

Lukus lifted his fingers to her lips to shush her. “Stop. This is part of the deal, baby. Let me ask you a question. Are you even sorry you disobeyed me, or are you just saying it because you don’t want to be punished? Think about your answer carefully.”

He saw emotions dancing across her face, and was relieved when she settled on looking guilty. “I really am sorry I didn’t listen to you. I didn’t even have any fun because I felt so guilty the whole time we were there,” she admitted.

“I was hoping that would be your answer. Let me be clear. You’re going to hate every single second of your punishment tonight. I’m going to make sure of it, because I’ll be damned if you’re ever going to put me through that hell again, do you hear me? In fact, you’re going to hate this punishment for many days. I’m gonna make sure you think of me each and every time you sit down for a long time.” She was still trembling as he continued. “But there is some good news.”

“I highly doubt that.”

There was his sassy Tiff, right on schedule. He fought the urge to smile.

“Careful. The good news is that when your punishment is over tomorrow night, it’s over. You’ll be forgiven, and you should never feel guilty about tonight ever again.”

“That’s good, I guess. Wait… You said tomorrow night.”

“Yep. Small infractions earn small punishments. Broken rules around safety will always earn at least twenty-four hours of punishment time with me,” he told her.

“But… I mean… I have to work tomorrow.”

“No problem. I have a plan. If I were you, I’d be on my feet as much as possible tomorrow.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but caught herself before saying something that would make her situation worse. He waited for her submissive, “Yes, Sir.”

His eyes remained locked with Tiffany’s as he talked to his best friend. “Markus, we didn’t discuss this, but I figure if the girls want to get into trouble together, maybe they should be punished together. What do you say to Tiffany and I helping you and Brianna break in your dungeon tonight?”

It was obvious Tiffany hated the idea, which was the main reason he’d suggested it. The more he did to make the next few hours of her life miserable, the better his chances of never having to repeat the lesson.

Markus stood next to Brianna, who was still obediently keeping her nose in the corner—which was impressive considering all of the commotion going on around her. He answered as he tenderly stroked his wife’s ass. “That’s an excellent suggestion. I’m not sure whose idea it was to leave the house, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s time you ladies learn how lucky you are to have each other, which means you also need to watch out for each other. If one of you has a bad idea, I expect the other to talk you both out of making the mistake.”

Brianna breaking her silence with a full confession surprised Lukus. “This is totally my fault,” she admitted. “Tiffany didn’t want to go, but I made her. I knew how to push her buttons to get her to say yes.”

Markus said exactly what Lukus had been thinking. “Well, it was pretty brave of you to take responsibility, considering what’s at stake. Then again, you wouldn’t be taking the blame in hopes of getting a few extra pain-induced orgasms, would you?”

Lukus eyed him squeezing her ass before Markus burst her bubble.

“Because you will not have one single orgasm for the next twenty-four hours. Is that clear, Brianna?”

“Yes, Master.”

Lukus hid his smile from Tiffany at Bri’s dejected tone of voice. “Is that true, Tiff?” he said. “Did Brianna make you go out?”

She looked tempted to let her friend take the blame, but he was testing her. He knew Tiffany didn’t do anything unless she’d agreed to it. He was going to be disappointed in her if she let her best friend take the fall alone.

“No, Sir. It was her idea, but she never could have made me go unless I agreed.”

Markus pulled his wife away from the wall to look down into her eyes. “Brianna, take Tiffany to the dungeon. Both of you prepare yourself for your punishment. They may be our guests, but it’s our dungeon. That means she’ll follow our rules. Do you understand?”

Lukus wasn’t sure what Markus was talking about, but the uneasy look on Brianna’s face as she glanced at Tiffany with a look chock-full of embarrassment and guilt had him more than curious. She quietly agreed. “Yes, Sir. Come on, Tiff.”

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Behind the Scenes #SpankA2Z #NSFW


I’ve had several people (mostly authors) ask me how I wrote a short story each day in June and questioned if I should have been writing my next book instead.   I’ll be honest, there were several times during the month when I was killing myself to make it work, that I asked myself if I was using my time wisely by writing so much free content.  I think only time will tell if this was the best use of my writing time since I literally could have written another whole book in the  time I wrote the 43,826 words for these shorts.

In the end, here are some of the reasons I’m happy I took the challenge.

A) I have always written long.  Two of my six published books came in over 100K and I know I need to practice at writing shorter story ARC’s.   I thought this challenge would help me learn to write short, and to some degree it did, although the stories kept getting longer as the month progressed with many topping 2K and two over 3K.

B) I am a plotter.  For non-authors, that means that I outline my stories scene by scene before starting.  This month I was challenged to sit down and pantster my way through these stories each night.  I would start with words and a broad idea and then fly by the seat of my pants.  Some stories ended up goofy as a result, in my opinion, but some turned out decent enough that I was pleased getting some practice at this.

C) As a relatively new author with only six books out, I have been trying to drive more traffic to my beautiful website.  I am happy to announce that I averaged triple my normal daily unique visitors with some days topping five times normal. Best yet, people stayed on my site to poke around with over 4000 hits to my pages in June, certainly a new record for my website.

D) As a new author, I’m always looking for new ways to grow my newsletter.  I added 26 new addresses to my newsletter in June.  I admit I had hoped this number would be higher, but I also added 12 people following my blog posts so together that is 38 new followers I hope will be fans who buy my books in the future.

E) A scary byproduct of this challenge I hadn’t considered before I started was that this turned out being a pretty close glimpse into my brain and what makes me tick sexually.  When I write a novel, I have time to go back through and edit and really consider each word and how it fits into the story.  Due to the speed I wrote these stories, I had no time to really do that.  These stories are as close as anyone will ever get to seeing a stream of thought from me as I had close to no time to tweak/edit my original versions before posting. This was Livia raw.

So how did I do it?  Here is the method to my madness:

Let me take you through the approach that I followed for each story.  Even though I did a lot more flying by the seat of my pants than normal, I still did a lot of organizational things to set myself up for success before June even started.

1) Step one was to go through Cara Bristol’s Naughty Words for Nice Writers and my handy Webster’s dictionary to write down just  the top words for each letter that jumped out at me.  I had a list for all letters of the alphabet that looked something like this:

P= prick, petals, pussy, pearl, peaks, pebbles, puckered hole, punish, paddle, peck, plunder, press, pang, passion, pleasure, promiscuity, pure, pony, play, plateau, palm, pat, pet, pinch, pluck, press, propel, pull, punish, penetrate, plunge, piston, poke, pound, press, probe, prod, push, pump, pulse, perspire, pounce, pelt, pour, pinken, pale, peach, pert, pink, pillow, proud, pound, pout, promise, papa, protective, pride, peg, Ping-Pong paddle, photos, public, privileges, pee, prostitute

2) Once I had a short list of words per letter, I then made a list of all of the sub-genres and tropes I could think of that I wanted to try out.  Here are just a few ideas from that list:

Historical, contemporary, age play, pirate abduction, femdom, medical, sci-fi, and judicial

3) I also researched some of the most popular romance tropes on the RWA website.   That list gave me things like:

Friends turn to lovers,  soul mates/fate, second time love, first love, reunited lovers etc…

4) I then went through my alphabet from #1 above and plotted out what type of story sub-genre and trope I thought would fit each letter best.   This helped me plan out that I would not end up with 26 contemporaries (my go-to genre) at the end of the month.   I changed several of my original plans as I got deeper into the month, but I stuck to the vast majority of them pretty closely.

5) This is where my planning ended and my pantster’ing (is that a word?) began.   Before each story, I sat back down with my big dictionary and literally wrote down all of the words that I might want to use for that letter.  Example: That P list above in #1 turned into this list when I was ready to start writing The Pirate’s Prized Possession.   I printed out each list so I could have a hard copy next to me as I wrote and referred to it constantly as I searched for the right words.

prick, petals, pussy, pearl, peaks, pebbles, puckered hole, punish, paddle, peck, plunder, press, pang, passion, pleasure, promiscuity, pure, pony, play, plateau, palm, pat, pet, pinch, pluck, press, propel, pull, punish, penetrate, plunge, piston, poke, pound, press, probe, prod, push, pump, pulse, perspire, pounce, pelt, pour, pinken, pale, peach, pert, pink, pillow, proud, pound, pout, promise, papa, protective, pride, peg, Ping-Pong paddle, photos, public, privileges, pee, prostitute, pace, pacify, pack, package, packet, pact, pad, paddle, padlock, page, paid, pail, pain, pair, pal, palace palate, pale, pall, pallor, palm, palpable, pamper, pan, pander, panic, panorama, panaromic, pant, panties, pantry, paper, par, parade, paradise, paradox, parallel, pardon, parch, parent, parish, park, parlay, parrot, partial, partake, partisan, partition, party, pass, passage, passion, passive, password, past, pasta, paste, pastel, pat, patch, patent, path, paternity, paternal, patriarch, patriot, patrol, patron, patty, paunch, pauper, pause, paw, pavilion, pawn, pay, pea, peace, peach, peak, peanut, pear, peck, pedal, peculiar, pedestal, peek peel, peep, peer, peeve, peg, pellet, pelt, pelvis, pen, pendent, penetrate, penny, pension, pensive, people, pie, pep, pepper, perceive, percent, perch, percussion, perform, perforate, period, perish, perjury, perk, permanent, permit, persecute, person, personality, perspective, pertain, perverse, pest, pet, petal, petition, pew, petrify, phantom, phase, philosophy, phobia, phony, photo, phrase, physical, piano, pick, pickle, picnic, picture, piece, pig, pigtail, pike, pile, pilgrim, pillar, pilot, pinafore, pincer, pincushion, pine, pink, pint, pipe, piracy, pistol, piston, pitch, pity, place, placid, plague, plaid, plain, plait, plan, plank, plantation, planter, plate, plateau, platform, play, plea, plead, pleasant, please, pleasure, pledge, plenty, pliant, plog, plight, plot, ploy, pluck, plug, plum, plummet, plump, plunge, plural, plus, plush, ply, pocket, point, poise, poison, poker, pole, police, policy, polite, poll, pond, ponder, pontificate, pony, pool, poor, pop, popular, porch, pore, pork, porous, porter, portrait, pose, position, positive, possess, possessive, possible, post, poster, postpone, pottery, pouch, pound, pour, pout, powder, power, practical, practice, prance, pray, prayer, preach, precaution, precarious, precede, precious, precipitation, precise, predatory, predecessor, predicate, predominate, predispose, preeminent, preface, prefix, prelude, premature, premise, premium, premonition, preoccupy, prerequisite, presence, present, preserve, president, press, pressure, presumptuous, pretend, pretty, prevail, prevalent, prevent, previous, prick, pride, primary, primate, prime, primitive, prince, princesses, prince, print, prior, prison, pristine, privilege, prize, probable, problem, process, proceeds, process, procure, prod, prodigal, produce, profane, profession, professional, professor, prognosis, program, prohibit, prolong, promenade, prominence, promise, promote, prompt, pronounce, proof, propel. Propagate, proper, prostrate, protein, protest, proud, prove, provide, provoke, proxy, pry, psych, psychology, public, publicity, publish, puke, pull, pulpit, pump, punch, pupil, pup, purge, purify, purity, purse, pursuant, pursue, pursuit, push, put, puzzle, pyramid

6) Next, as I started each story, I did research on items I needed for that letter.  I sure googled some crazy things this month.  Every story I did a “popular names starting with P”, but I also did ‘colors that start with P”, “cars that start with P” etc…   I’d go to Amazon and look at products and brand names that started with that letter.   I collected up potential names and items to join my story.

7) Only once I had all of that did I start writing.   I would start with a grain of a story idea and turned my muse loose with my list of words as my guide.   I would decide early which character’s POV would tell the story best and in some cases, I decided to add two scenes with a POV for each.

8) Once I wrote the story through to the end, I’d go back through once, tweaking and fixing things now that I’d gotten through it once and then I’d send it off to my editor for the day.  Once again, I thank Christine Hart, Jennifer Bene, Bruce Stern, Sophie Kisker and Myra Danvers for their editorial help!   While I had some of the pre-work done, by the end of the month, I often did steps 5-7 on the same night (after getting home from the day job)  I needed to post the 2K story by midnight.

9) Once I got back the edits (gratefully there were not many most days) I updated my original and then had to go into wordpress and load it to hit at 00:01.   Needless to say, I am looking forward to getting more sleep in July!

10)  Then I’d start all over at #5 for the next letter.  I carried around the hard copy of the next day’s words with me in my purse at all times and would study them on the train or while I walked to the office in the morning.  I wrote snippets of dialogue on my lunch hour so by the time I got home from work, I was ready to hit the ground running on the next story.

So there you have it.  Behind the scenes of writing 24 different stories in one month with 43,826 words.   At this moment, I’m happy I did it.  My one regret, I wish I’d seen my book sales bounce up more.  If you enjoyed the free stories and haven’t given any of my published books a read yet, I’d love it if you’d give Wanting it All a try.  It is on sale for only $.99 for a limited time.





Time to Vote!! #SpankA2Z #NSFW


I made it through the crazy challenge in June to write an original erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where each story had to have one word that started with the letter of the day in each sentence,   This was surprisingly harder than one would think on first blush.   I can’t forget to thank my editors for the month who were often helping proofread for grammar errors late in an evening before I posted before midnight.  A huge thank you to Christine Hart, Bruce Stern, Jennifer Bene, Sophie Kisker and Myra Danvers.  You guys ROCK!

Below, I’m recapping the stories from the month and want your vote on which story you would like to see another chapter written for.  Who do you most want to check in on and see what happened next?

A= Angry at the Airport – 1126 Words

Ange gets in trouble at the airport and her husband Andrew straightens her out with a spanking and heated plugging while they wait to board. She had one uncomfortable trip to her Aunt Allison’s.

B=The Bratty Bride – 1520 Words

Bridget had turned into a bit of a bridezilla and Brad made sure she knew he wasn’t going to put up with bratty behavior now that they were married.  That was some wedding night!

C=Chastised by her Cowboy – 722 Words

Calvin didn’t appreciate Catherine’s perceived rudeness to his sister after church. She spends some time naked in the corner before being cropped, but in the end, I think Calvin only encouraged her to be naughty again.

D=Derek the Daddy Dom – 1381 Words

We got a peek in on Derek and Rachel from The Passion Series. I was happy to see Rachel’s pregnancy was coming along and the danger was over.   Derek is one hot daddy, that’s for sure and I loved seeing this age play scene from Rachel’s POV.

E=Erotic Examination – 1047 Words

Elle and Eric are captured and whisked off for an intimate examination by aliens, awaking in their own bed in the morning. Did it really happen?

F=Farm Fresh – 1102 Words

Felicity gets into some trouble with her spending habits and her fiancé, Frank, makes sure to lay down the law on how he will be handling these things in their marriage. A trip to the local farmer’s market produced a nice, big clump of ginger for one hot figging session.

G=The Guilty Governess – 2757 Words

This was one of my personal favorites. Gabriella lost track of her young charges and the governor’s son George had gotten into danger up a tree just in time for the Governor, Gregory, to arrive home.   Gabriella and Gregory had been attracted to each other for some time, and the intimate events of this day help them cross the invisible line they’d both been trying not to step over.

H=Heather’s Humiliation – 1711 Words

Ah, Henry and Heather.   Heather’s father had promised her to the neighboring King without her consent. She ran away, but her future husband was happy to hunt her down and blister her bottom before taking her home.  Another fun historical.

I=Intimate Interrogation – 2256 Words

This was a short suspense.  Isabelle had been Ian’s submissive until she suspected him of illegal activities and left him to move to Europe. The intrigue follows them and she is kidnapped and tortured as a way to get to Ian.  Luckily, he comes to the rescue just in time to let her know he is actually undercover.

J=Jaded Justice – 1901 Words

A nice little story of revenge.  James had raped Julie the year before, triggering her to lose her job, fiancé, house and self-respect. When the courts let her down, she decides to take matters into her own hands. She is hopefully living a happy life in Jamaica right now.

K=The Kinky Knight – 2025 Words

Kaitlin’s father knew his lovely daughter needed a strong man in her life to take her in hand and he knew just the right man for the job. Kieran may not have planned on applying for the job, but he luckily rose to the occasion when Kaitlin was in need. Wonder if she’s able to sit down yet?

L=Lukus’s Lecture – 3310 Words

This clocked in as the longest story, but that was intentional as I wanted to give Passion fans a taste of their beloved Lukus and Tiffany.   We got a front row seat to Tiffany’s first center stage punishment. Lucky for her, the club was closed.

M=Married to a Masochist – 2570 Words

Like the L story, M gave us a glimpse into what Markus and Brianna have been up to since the end of Having it All.   We know they have been in trouble when they didn’t communicate clearly and this scene shows how far they’ve come by showing them communicating about their wants and desires.

N=Nervous Habits – A Guest Blog by Cara Bristol

My original story idea for this day was Naughty Nurses, but I was THRILLED to have Cara take N in the middle to give me a much needed day off.   I guess if you’d like to have me write Naughty Nurses, you can vote for that and if you still haven’t picked up Cara’s latest Rod and Cane book, DO IT NOW.

O=Oral Exams – 1846 Words

Olivia runs afoul of the unscrupulous Professor O’Keefe who not only delivers canings for extra credit, but raises grades for students willing to take oral exams in his office on their knees. I’m pretty sure this was the least liked story of the month with several people weighing in on how slimy the professor was. I completely agree he was scummy, but he must have been living up there in my brain somewhere for my muse to channel him.

P=The Pirate’s Prized Possession – 2332 Words

Ah, what a fun story to write. Who doesn’t love a gentleman pirate willing to capture the beautiful, and conveniently naughty, daughter of his enemy. Penelope and Patrick have a happily ever after in there somewhere.

Q= ?

Sadly, my real life collided with this letter and its pitiful list of Q words and I confess, I skipped it when the planned story called The Quaker’s Quandry just wasn’t materializing in my head. I did have a fabulous story idea about a Queen, but it was so awesome, I wrote a full outline and it will be a future novel with a M/M/f theme. Doesn’t that sound intriguing?

R=Rock ‘n Roll Reunion – 1544 Words

Rachel regretted how her life had turned out.   She had allowed her father to steer her away from the one man she ever truly loved, Rocky.   Luckily, Rocky, now a rock ‘n roll star,  decides to go to their ten year reunion and reclaim the love of his life.

S=Sex Slaves of Sabrenth – 3083 Words

This was one naughty little sci-fi with tons of non-con action going on.   The Sebastian brothers, intergalactic search and rescue bounty hunters, were yummy and Sabrina was one lucky girl that she had Storm on her side.  As naughty as this one was, my muse has a lot more to say about this story.  I’m planning on turning this one into a full story down the road, and now, it won’t have S’s in every sentence! LOL

T=Tangled Triangle – 2255 Words

Ah, my first ménage.   Trina loved two men. She had married Trent when Toby moved away, deserting her. When Toby returns to town, the threesome get tangled in a naughty new arrangement. Their small town of Turner, Texas is going to be scandalized!

U=The Perils of an Unconventional Wife – 1812 Words

A small glimpse into the life of a newly married couple of the 1950’s. Ursula was a bit progressive for her times and Robert decided it was time to lay down the law for his little woman. It’s a good thing she liked it.

V=The Victorian Virgin – 2455 Words

I had fun with this one! I loved putting myself in Valerie’s position, nervous and unsure on her wedding night to a powerful man she barely knew.   The original plan had William being much more stern, but in the end, I think they are going to live HEA, don’t you?

W=Throwing Whitney to the Wolves – 2196 Words

I was starting to get tired by this story. I had been looking so forward to writing a paranormal short with werewolves for W, but found it is extremely hard to setup another world in so few words. I came up with the idea of Wyatt and Wade coming to the rescue of Whitney and then had fun writing the villainous truck driver.

X=Xmas X-rays – a measly 44 Words

I had planned on skipping X, but the idea for this one came from talking with my twenty-one year old son who came up with a few sentences using X words over dinner. I obviously modified it to suit my needs. X was hard!

Y=Yielding on the Yacht – 1753 Words

Good old Yosef was willing to jump in to help his friend Yuri by hiding the bratty actress, Yasmina, on his yacht.   This was a match made in heaven if I ever saw one.   I have a feeling they will both be getting off their month-long cruise changed people!

Z=The Lucky Zipper – 1078 Words

The letter Z was much harder than I’d expected.   Pull out the dictionary and you’ll find some really poopy choices of Z words to choose from.  Thank goodness Chris Hart had some Z words in her back pocket!  Still, we get a glimpse of zillionaire Zachary being smitten by Zoie, the bartender who tried to help him fix his broken zipper.   The tabloids talk about Zach being a spankofile which suits Zoie just fine.


So there you have it. I wrote/posted 43,826 words or the equivalent of a long novella in the month of June. I had only four stories written in advance and eventually lost my buffer and was writing full stories in one day. (yes, the quality does show it some days 🙂 ) Before I started, I had made a list of sub-genres I wanted to dabble in and I hit almost all of them and had so much fun doing it.  Sure, some of the stories were a bit silly due to the alphabet challenge, but I hope you enjoyed them just the same.

Now is when you get to tell me what your favorites were and which one story you would like to see me write the next chapter for.   Whatever story wins the most votes, I will write another chapter for in July as a thank-you for following along!  Leave comments below or send me PM’s.


Z=The Lucky Zipper #SpankA2Z #NSFW


I made it!  Today is the letter Z in the Spanking A to Z Blog Hop.  I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed the free erotic short stories I’ve written this month for the hop.  It was an interesting challenge and I had a lot of fun.  I won’t lie though, I spent literally every minute of my writing time on this and so I’ve fallen behind on my writing commitments.  I hope to catch up soon.

Today may be the last story, but keep an eye out for a few additional blog posts where I’m going to give readers the chance to vote on the story they would most like to see me write another chapter for.   Would you like to know what happened to the the bratty bride?  How about Heather and her king?  I know I’d love to check in on the governor and his naughty governess.  You’ll have your chance to vote in early July for a continued story.

A final thank you to Christine Hart for editing today’s short story.  She helped many times this month as did Jennifer Bene, Bruce Stern, Sophie Kisker and Myra Danvers.   I couldn’t have pumped these out without their help because I was writing so fast that I needed editing help more than ever.

And now the final story, Z is for The Lucky Zipper.

Zoie threw her heavy winter coat on, anxious to escape from work after an especially stressful shift. She normally loved bartending at Zero Gravity, the trendiest dance club in town. Tonight, however, something happened that she couldn’t wait to get home to slip into her jammies, pour a glass of zinfandel and analyze.

She chuckled at the irony of her coat’s zipper not cooperating considering the center of her problems that day had revolved around broken zippers.

Earlier that night, nothing could have prepared her for literally bumping into the man of her nightly dreams, zillionaire Zachary Zimmerman.   She’d known from the tabloids he’d be in her hometown of Zion for an awards banquet, but she’d never dreamed he’d walk into Zero Gravity.   She wished she could zap the memories of the fool she’d made out of herself from her mind.

The club had been less crowded than usual when Zoie was shocked to look up and see Zachary wandering into Zero Gravity. Zoie was slightly vexed when Zachary ordered a Zipperhead and was arrogant enough to think she didn’t know how to mix vodka, raspberry liqueur and soda water to make his requested libation. She was zealous when it came to mixing drinks and one of her specialties was Zipperheads.

Being slightly smug herself, Zoie personally served the Zipperhead to Zachary and waited for his reaction. His reaction was zestful but that changed when he realized the corner of Zoie’s bar apron had, somehow, gotten stuck in his zipper.   Zachary tried to get his zipper unzipped from the apron, but it only became tighter than a zip-lock. Zoie tried to be helpful by giving a zig-zagging tug on her apron but was mortified when Zachary’s zipper zone zapped out. A moment later she watched Zachary and his broken zipper zooming out of Zero Gravity, leaving the Zipperhead behind.

Finally wrangling her own zipper, Zoie exited out the back employee entrance to head to her 2006 Lincoln Zephyr. Unfortunately, a long, stretch limousine with the license plate of ZZ blocked the entrance to the small parking lot. It didn’t click whom it belonged to until the back door swung open and Zachary Zimmerman himself stepped out onto the snowy pavement. Her mind raced, wondering what brought the zillionaire back to the club hours after he had left with his broken zipper.

Zoie stopped dead in her tracks, forcing the handsome zillionaire to walk through the snow to reach her. She half expected him to walk past her since she could come up with zero reasons for his seeking her out.

“Hello again, Ms. Zalinski.” Zach’s voice was pure butter, melting over her and warming her from the inside out.

“Y…you… Z… Zachary Zimmerman knows my name?” Zoie managed to stutter like a raving lunatic. She hoped the dark parking lot hid the beet red embarrassment that had to be zapping across her face.

Zach smiled graciously, “Of course I know your name, Zoie. I try to make it a habit to know the name of any woman to tries to attend to my zipper in my time of need.”

Zoie knew he was teasing her, but she appreciated his attempt to put her at ease. “If I recall, I only made your zipper situation worse. I tried so hard to be as zealous as a housewife mending her husband’s zipper, but then when I had my big chance, I was about as helpful as a zinnia.”

She felt a zing to her heart when he grinned right at her, producing his trademark dimple in his chin. “I wasn’t aware I was auditioning for a housewife, Zoie, but if I were, I think I’d be honored if you’d apply for the job.” Zach proved he was a pro at flirting.

The zing she had been feeling grew to an outright zap when he reached out to touch her hand. “That is kind of you to say Mr. Zimmerman, but you can have any woman you could ever possibly want. Why would you want a nobody from Zion who can’t even fix a zipper?”

His zany grin was gone in a heartbeat and he had her arms grasped tightly in his large hands. “That’s enough, Zoie,” he scolded. “You are right that women often pursue me for my money or possessions, but they have zero care for me personally. In the few minutes we were together tonight, I felt a zing of attraction to you I haven’t felt for someone in a long time. I came back here to see if you’d agree to come with me for some late night pizza and zabaglione at Zoltan’s. We can drink a glass of zinfandel and get to know each other.”

Zoie used her right hand to pinch the back of her left hand. Zach asked her questioningly, “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to make sure I’m really awake because I’ve dreamed of Zach Zimmerman asking me out so many times, I thought I was asleep.”

His grin was back as he ushered Zoie towards the open door of the limo. “I assure you you’re wide awake Ms. Zalinski, but if you’d like, I’m sure I could come up with a few physical activities that would convince you.” He let his hand slide to Zoie’s covered ass and popped her with a quick slap.

Her heart rate skyrocketed as she realized the tabloids had most likely got that story right about Zachary. She pursued her line of questions with, “Ah, a spank to my bottom, Mr. Zimmerman? Am I to believe the tabloids got it right when they described you as a zealous spankofile in your personal relationships?”

Zach slid in behind her, closing the door to the limo and providing them their first moment of privacy before turning to answer her. “And what if I am, Zoie? Would you like to zoom out of here?”

Zoie’s heart was pounding hard in her chest. Did she dare tell Zach? “No need for me to zoom away. That rumor was one of the things that made me like you in the first place, Mr. Zimmerman.”

“The name is Zach, and you won’t need to call me anything but that or Sir when you are over my knee. I think you deserve a spanking for zapping my zipper. What do you think, Zoie?”

Zoie nodded with zeal. Who would have ever thought a zapped zipper could be so lucky?


Why can’t I meet a zillionaire who needs help with his zipper?  Leave a comment for your last entries into the drawing.  I’ll announce the winner in a couple of days.   I thank everyone who has followed and left comments!


Y=Yielding on the Yacht #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge. My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day in every sentence. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.  Today is a contemporary.

I know that today is technically the last day of the month, but I hope you’ll come back tomorrow for my Z story, The Lucky Zipper.

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who has done editing duties for several days now and will be finishing the last story with me. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month.  I thank them from the bottom of my heart!

Y is for Yielding on the Yacht

Yosef paced the bridge of his luxury yacht. He must have lost his mind to let his friend and business partner talk him into playing babysitter to a spoiled, young actress who had managed to get herself in hot water with the press and needed a place to lay low for a few weeks.

He’d been looking forward to some much-needed downtime from the yearlong hardcore press he’d been giving his business. While he’d achieved great success, Yosef had never felt as burned out.

He’d flown into Yarbourgh yesterday to meet his docked yacht. The crew had her in tip-top shape for the planned month at sea and Yosef had hoped to set out to sea today. That was before the emergency call from Yuri.

Now instead of a peaceful vacation, he would have to share his private space with some Yahoo, stupid enough to drink and drive and then try to seduce the arresting cop while being video tapped.   The young actress’s stupid antics were now center stage on every tabloid. Because Yuri had invested heavily in the little brat’s next movie, he was desperate to keep her from tanking her entire career before the release date.

The sound of a helicopter in the distance yanked his attention back to the present. He watched as the helicopter landed on the helipad on shore just long enough to eject one Yasmina Young and not one or two, but four pale yellow high-end suitcases.

His crew on shore struggled to load her belongings into the yawl that was tethered on shore. Yosef had half a mind to text them to leave it all behind, but he didn’t want to deal with Ms. Young’s antics if he made her go without.

He finished his breakfast yogurt and moved to the stern to await his guest’s arrival. As the small boat drew closer, Yosef’s pulse quickened as he took in the natural beauty of his uninvited guest. He’d been expecting a glamorous actress, but Yasmina appeared to be like any other young twenty-two year old – that was until she opened her mouth.

Her first words as he assisted her aboard were, “I’m gonna kill Yuri. I wanted to be on a sailing yacht not a motor yacht. And I demanded to have a private yacht and now I hear from the crew that the owner, some guy named Yosef, is going to be onboard cramping my style. Before we take off, I need to use my cell phone so I can call Yuri and straighten all of this mess out.”

The little brat had brushed past him without so much as a ‘by your leave’. Yosef had two choices. He could let the little bitch call Yuri and demand to be moved and with any luck, she’d be out of his hair by lunchtime. Or… he could help his friend get Yasmina Young taken in hand and under control.   The swell of his cock as he admired the pert breasts spilling over the skimpy yellow halter-top his guest was wearing made the final decision for him.

Without a single word, Yosef scooped the now yelping actress over his shoulder and took off for his master cabin.   He shouted back to his crew, “Set sail for the Yucatan as planned.   I’ll be in my cabin introducing our guest to the yacht’s rules.”

The titters of laughter behind him told Yosef his crew approved of his handling of the spoiled little rich girl.

The yapping from the woman over his shoulder told him his guest most definitely did not approve.

“You’re going to regret this, you heathen! I’m going to tell Yuri that you’re abusing me and he’s gonna kick your ass!”

“Ms. Young, I’ve known Yuri for over twenty years and I can assure you, the only ass he wants kicked right now is yours for putting your career and his project in jeopardy.   I’ve decided if I’m going to be stuck babysitting a brat like you, the least I can get in return is the satisfaction of teaching you a lesson or two.”

He had arrived in his cabin, and stopped to lock the door before crossing to his king sized bed and dropping his unwelcome guest from his shoulder into the middle of the pale yellow comforter.   Yet, before she could shimmy away, he leaned over to trap her against the bed, their faces inches apart.

“Now, let’s start over, young lady. My name is Yosef Yves and you are an unwelcome guest aboard my yacht, The Longest Yard. The only reason I have agreed to allow a spoiled, rotten little bitch like you aboard to interrupt my much needed vacation is because Yuri and I have been like brothers since high school.   I am going to lay out the rules of my ship and you are going to follow them without complaint…”

Her eyes had been widening until she could no longer keep her yap shut. “You’re a fucking lunatic!”

Without delay, Yosef rolled her to her tummy and landed ten full-force and fast spanks to her rounded bottom.   His guest yelped with angered surprise, fighting to be free.   When done, he rolled her to her back and calmly resumed his education of Yasmina. He was pleased that her watery blue eyes held a hint of yielding.

“Rule one – no profanity – you are a young lady and will talk and act as such. As you may have noticed, all broken rules will be dealt with over my knee or the end of my bed.   And I assure you, the short spanking you just received will be the only one delivered over your clothing.”

He loved seeing the shocked surprise in Yasmina’s eyes at being taken in hand for the first time in her life.   When she stopped playing the part of a bitch, she really was a lovely young woman and his growing erection as he continued to lay out the rules assured him the rest of his body had noticed as well.

“Rule two – you will be polite and gracious at all times saying please and thank you to those who are assisting you. This includes eating what you are offered, not drinking alcohol in excess and getting plenty of rest by going to bed when you are told.”

Her sly grin annoyed Yosef. “Okay, now I know you’re yanking my chain. I’m not eight years old and I don’t need a daddy.”

“Ms. Young, I’ve been in your presence for less than ten minutes and I can assure you I’ve met many eight year olds who behaved better than you have and I put the blame squarely on your daddy not teaching you these lessons. Lucky for you, I’m available to set you back on track.   I’m not sure your ass is going to be too happy about all of the punishments your mouth is going to get you into, but I assure you, by the time you leave The Longest Yard one month from now, you will be a changed woman.”

“You know what, it’s your funeral. You touch me again and I’m gonna sue you for every penny you’ve got.”

“You just go ahead and try.”

He could see the frustration on her face as for the first time in her life, she had bumped into someone who refused to yield to her tantrums and demands.   There was a stand off as each waited to see who would yield first. Yosef knew he could wait her out forever.

The showdown ended when Yasmina made her choice with a simple, “Fuck you.”

Josef moved quickly to pull her halter over her head, exposing her yummy, firm breasts. He wanted to touch them, but yanked his hand back just in time. His yearning would be fulfilled later.   Her short shorts and thong underwear fell from her youthful body next leaving her naked, flailing to be free.

He took a seat next to his young guest, easily dragging her across his lap so that her head, hands and feet hung towards the floor and her already pink bottom protruded perfectly into the air. She struggled wildly to free herself, yet he easily overpowered her, locking her into place with his leg and pressing on her back to subdue her.

“It didn’t need to be like this, Yasmina. I want you to know you are in control of these punishment sessions. I will lay out the rules and the consequences, a concept I see you are very unfamiliar with, and then you will choose to either behave and yield or break the rules.   If that is your choice, you need to understand that you are also choosing to have your bottom blistered each and every time.   I will be starting with my hand today, but with each escalating disobedient episode, your punishments will be harder and longer with much more painful devices.”

“You’ve lost your mind!”

“No, I’ve made you my summer project.”

“Hey, it’s your funeral.”

“I think that’s my line, Yasmina.”

Yosef had enough with talking. He lit into the yummy cheeks over his knee with an open, hard palm. The sounds of her yipping involuntarily filling his now rock-hard cock for actions he knew would not be in the cards – at least not today. What surprised him more was the aroma of Yasmina’s obvious arousal as he continued to subdue the little brat for probably the first time in her short and spoiled existence.

He knew he was making the desired impression when her yelps grew to all out yowls of pain.   It took several pain-filled minutes for her to stop flailing and accept the punishment being delivered. He knew they had had a break through when Yasmina sobbed her apologies.   “Yowie! I’m so sorry! Please Yosef, I’m sorry… I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

Yosef eventually stopped the discipline session, but left his large palm to caress her scorched buns and sit spots.

“You have one yummy ass, Yasmina. I might have a conflict of interest here, because I admit I’m going to enjoy each and every trip you take over my knee.”

Through her tears, his guest mirrored his sentient, “You aren’t so yucky yourself, although I’m sure I’m going to make some mistakes. Will you please cut me some slack?”

Yosef grinned, “Nope. I promised you a naughty-girl spanking for every infraction and I’m a man of my words, Yasmina.”

“Yes, sir,” his guest pouted adorably.

Yosef’s summer vacation was looking up.


Poor Yasmina.  I’m guessing her butt is going to be a bit sore by the time they dock back in Yarbourgh again.    I know today is officially the last day of the month, but I still have one more letter to go so I hope you’ll come back tomorrow for Z=The Lucky Zipper.   I will also have a few posts into July to recap the month’s stories, the word count for each and give everyone a chance to vote on the story they’d most like me to write another chapter for.

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