Sunday, June 29, 2014


Greetings!  To those of you who are new to our blog, I try to post a different snippet every week.  It will either be a scene from one of our published books or a WIP.  This week our scene is from "The Author" (which is available at Amazon and Blushing Books).  Dana and Richard just spent a long day at the mall enjoying their first experience with age-play. 


 It was about a fifteen-minute ride home from the mall.  Richard got out of the car and raced around to the passenger’s side to unbuckle Dana’s seatbelt.  He took her hand and gently led her to the house.  As she unlocked the front door, he gave her bottom a swift swat and told her to meet him in the den.  There was a black leather couch, matching recliner and glass coffee table in the small room.  A flat screen television hung on a bare, red brick wall.  An old fashioned wooden desk with a straight back chair was in one corner.  The other was empty.

She sat patiently on the leather couch, her bum tingling in anticipation of the spanking she was about to receive.  Richard was the first man to ever make her feel safe and secure.  He was a childhood daydream that became a reality.  She loved being taken over his strong muscular thighs and often thought about how his large, warm hand felt over her round, bare upturned bottom.  The memory of how he reddened her behind before scooping her up in his arms, made her ache down south.  She wanted to have confidence in him, but they hadn’t known each other very long.  Could he be her lover and a father figure?  Even though they shared the same kink, what they were about to do still embarrassed her.  Her face flushed as he walked into the room.

“You were a naughty girl today, weren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled and lowered her eyes.

“It seems you enjoyed getting into trouble.”

Dana shrugged.

“My little girl needs a good spanking from her daddy.”  Richard sat down, pulled her close and whispered in her ear.  “I think your disrespectful behavior was a cry for attention.  Am I right?”

“I miss you,” she whispered.

“I know, sugar pop.  I miss you too.  Tomorrow, we need to find a remedy for that problem.  But right now, I need to warm your tushy for a number of offenses.  Pull your jeans and panties down, please.” He patted his lap.

“I’m sorry.  I really am.”

“That’s touching, but if I have to ask again...” He reached for his belt. 

In a matter of seconds, her jeans and panties were a puddle on the floor.  He never threatened her with a belt before.  Without much effort, he lifted her over his lap and rubbed her soft bum as he spoke.

“I’m going to give you a good, sound spanking, little girl.  You know you deserve this, right?”

She nodded, as the blood rushed to her head.

The spanking started with a slow rhythm as he moved from one cheek to another.

“Oww!  I said I was sorry.”

“Yes, I just need to make sure your disrespect doesn’t happen again.”

The spanking continued with the swats increasing in speed, covering every inch of her behind.  Dana started to squirm, but Richard was strong enough to hold her in place.

“Are you going to behave yourself, young lady?”

She nodded.  He picked her up, and placed her on her feet.  Before she could speak, he quickly turned her around and gave her bottom two additional smacks.

“Oww – I thought we were done.”

“Oh, we’re definitely not done, kitten.  You will walk over to that corner and plant your nose right up against the wall.”

“You have to be kidding.  I’m not …” And then she remembered, she was still supposed to be a six-year-old.

“Bum out, right now.”

She did not expect to receive another spanking in the corner, but that’s exactly what she got.  He held her in place with one hand on her tummy, and spanked her with his other.

“You deserve every swat I’m about to give this sweet bottom of yours.”

The color of her backside changed from soft pink to cherry red in a matter of thirty seconds.  True to form, Dana didn’t cry, but tried to rub the sting out of her rear end. 

“If you reach that hand behind you one more time, I will take you back over my knee and we will start all over again.”  Richard moved her hands to the top of her head.

“Yes, sir.”

“Now you face that wall, young lady, and think about how disrespectful you were to me today.  With your bottom out,” he said in a stern tone.

Dana obediently stuck her bum out along with her lower lip in a pout.  Richard walked back over to the couch to admire her beautiful, red behind.  After fifteen minutes, it was time for corner time to end.

“Dana Michele Cooper, turn around and come over here please.” He spoke in a gentle voice as he motioned with his finger for her to approach him.

She didn’t walk, but ran into his outstretched arms.  He pulled her on his lap and kissed her cheek as she nuzzled into his warm neck.

“Are all my transgressions forgiven?” she asked and placed a soft kiss on his neck.

Richard laughed.  “I guess I have a grown woman sitting on my lap.”

“Yes, a well-spanked grown woman, with a very sore bottom to prove it.  Now can I rub my bum please?”

“You write the books, darlin’.  You know darn well, you can’t rub a spanked bottom.”

“Yes, but I think you can.”  She moved off his lap a bit so that he could have full access to her bare reddened target.

“Feel better?” Richard rubbed the sting out of her bottom and patted it.  “I want to go somewhere a little different tonight, Dana girl.” He slipped his finger in between her cheeks and lightly teased her smooth, pink bottom hole.

“Excuse me, you want to go where?”


Thanks for coming by to visit!
~ shelly

Tuesday, June 17, 2014


The Author has been published and is available on Blushing Books and Amazon!   Normally, you would expect us to post a scene from our new title in an attempt to actually sell it.  But I promised a continuation of last week's post from our WIP "The Author's Friends" ... so here it is!  If you missed the first part of this steamy scene, you can scroll down and find it at the bottom of this page.  Thanks for reading!


“Don’t get too comfortable.  Now that we have declared our love for each other, let’s move on to the subject of trust.” Michael carefully removed Carla's panties and lifted her from his lap back to a position against the headboard.  Making sure she rested comfortably on a pillow, he raised her knees with one hand and smacked her red-hot ass with the other.  “Look at me, please.”

“Oh my God, you aren’t finished?”

Still holding her legs with his right hand, Michael reached over to open the end table drawer and pulled out a small container.  There was a gleam in his eyes as he slowly stroked and smeared her bottom hole with the thick gel.  

“Let’s talk about how much you trust me.”  

Carla gasped as his cool, wet digit barely poked inside her anus.  He rubbed and prodded the sensitive area while gazing into her eyes, waiting for a response.

“I do trust you, Michael.”

“Hmm.  It sure didn’t feel that way at the restaurant.  And then, to make matters worse, you ran to Dana and Richard’s house.  Did you really think I was cheating on you with Lilly?”

“I didn’t know what to think.  You told me not to come, and then I saw you holding her … ahhh!”  Carla’s sentence was cut short by Michael’s finger sliding deep into her bottom.
He inserted a second lubricated finger effortlessly and slowly moved them in and out as he watched her facial expression change.  “There is no one in my life but you, Carla.  You are my only love.  What do I have to do to earn your trust?  I was trying to protect you from getting hurt.”  He quickly removed his pants and lubricated his hardened, hot cock with gel as she watched.

“I know you love me, but she’s beautiful and rich …”

He positioned the broad tip of his penis into her trembling smooth hole.  As he moved it in slowly, her eyes widened.  “Relax, my love.  You know it will be painful at first …”

“Michael, it hurts.  It really does.” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes.  I want you to look at me.  I’ll never lie to you … about anything.  Yes, it hurts at first but eventually it will feel good."

Carla's eyes focused on his thick cock edging into her ass.  She bit her lip as he added more lube, inching and pressing his way into her small entrance. 

“Is this a punishment?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“No. I just want to make sure you know you are mine.”

“You were the first ... the only one to satisfy me this way.”  Her eyes were glossy with tears.

“Hold on to your knees, and move with me.  Possess and swallow my cock until it can’t go any further inside you.” He grazed her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth as he drove deeper and deeper into her ass.  She melted into his kiss and let go of her knees, taking him in until he seated himself completely.

“Let me feel how wet you are.” Michael took his clean hand and stroked the slippery soft skin of her labia.  “You are soaked, my sweet.  I want to watch you play.”

Carla groaned as she stroked her swollen folds over and over.  Her breathing intensified as they moved together, kissing and rubbing their face onto one another.

“There will be no coming until I say you can,” Michael whispered breathlessly in her ear.

“Then please say I can,” she whispered in response rounding her swollen clit with tense fingers.

“Hang on a little longer…”

Those were his last words as he pulled his slick cock almost all of the way out and drove back in deep.  Then without warning, he fucked her hard and fast - again and again.  The burn was finally gone, but the full exhilarating sensation became more intense with each plunge.  “Oh my God, I’m coming baby.” His body suddenly jerked forward, and she could feel his cum spray deep into her rectum as her muscles involuntarily shuddered and throbbed at the same time.  Their eyes remained open enjoying every moment of the lust and tenderness they felt for each other.  Holding on to each other tight, Michael gave Carla a gentle kiss on the lips.

“I’m going to clean your bottom with a cool washcloth, and then prepare us a nice dinner.”

"I guess lunch wasn't enjoyable."

“I didn’t stay long enough at the restaurant to eat.” He bent her knees forward and gave her a loving pat on each side of her behind before walking into the bathroom to prepare a washcloth.  Twirling his finger in a circular motion, Carla complied and turned over onto her knees allowing him to clean and soothe her sore backside.  He knew how embarrassing a position it was for her, but it gratified him to be able to care for her in a way that no one else ever had. 

“Good girl.  Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Carla passed a full-length mirror on her way across the room.  Pausing for a moment, she turned at the waist to inspect her radiant bum.  He walked over to enjoy the view.

“This ass is the only one I'm interested in.  It’s all mine.” He bent down and softly bit her right cheek.

“All yours, indeed,” she whispered with a satisfied smile.


Thanks for reading! ~ shelly

Tuesday, June 10, 2014


The Author is now available on Blushing Books and Amazon!  Here is a scene from our WIP, "The Author's Friends".  Michael's ex-wife, Lilly, is now a widow and returned to Pittsburgh hoping for a  reunion with him.  He arranged to have lunch with his sister, Debbie and Lilly to stop the nonsense and told Carla not to come.  Naturally, Debbie didn't  show but Carla did.  What a mess!!  


Michael was patiently waiting on the bed dressed in a white button down oxford shirt and gray pants as Carla entered their room.  “Take off your clothes and then we’ll chat.”

An angry chill raced through her body as she pointed at him.  “I can’t believe you were holding hands with that bony bitch.”

“It might be a good idea to eliminate the choreography and name calling.  Don’t you think your bottom is in enough trouble?”

“I’m in trouble because …?” She angled her head pretending to be mystified by the question.

“Because I told you not to come to the restaurant today, and you disobeyed me.   Aside from being the masochist in this relationship – what would your motivation be?”

“I don’t trust those women, Michael.  Debbie doesn’t like me and is obviously plotting your reunion with Lilly.  I walked into the restaurant and saw you holding your ex-wife's hand – why am I in trouble?” She turned her back on him as her eyes filled with tears.

"We know things aren't always as they seem. Please take off your clothes, Carla.” Michael tried to calm her down as he put his arms around her, gently kissed the nape of her neck and moved to sit with his back against the headboard.

As she obediently removed her clothes and stood in front of the bed, his eyes scanned her beautiful curvy body.

“Take off the bra.  I will remove your panties,” he instructed in a low gravelly voice.

Carla unhooked the bra, seductively smoothed her breasts and took a deep breath trying to relax.  Her eyes never left his.

“Come here, please.” Michael patted the mattress, signaling her to join him on the bed.  When she did, he propped up a pillow so she could lie beside him.

“First we are going to have a little chat, and then I’m going to take you across my lap and spank your little bottom.” His tone was even and matter-of-fact.  “Do you know why, Carla?”

“You're going to spank me because I didn’t trust you?”

“No, for that I’m going to put my cock deep into your ass.  Try again.”

“Michael, I don’t like these games.”

“This isn’t a game.  I asked you … no I told you not to come to the restaurant.  That had nothing to do with trust.  It was a matter of simple obedience.  Haven't we talked about this before?” His demeanor was serene as he cupped her chin in his hand.

“I know and I’m sorry.”

“You want me to collar you, yet you can’t submit to a simple request.  I’m very disappointed.  What should I do about this?”

“You should spank me,” she answered in a very small voice with her eyes cast downward.

“Good, I’m glad we agree.  Let’s finish our conversation over my lap.” She blinked back tears and quickly got herself into position.

He pulled her spandex panties down just below her bottom.  Her muscular bum protruded nicely, he thought as he roughly massaged her cheeks.  He was in no hurry to begin the spanking, and she made the mistake of looking over her shoulder. 
He smacked her left cheek hard, leaving a brilliant imprint.  “Turn around right now, young lady.  There is nothing for you to see.” He spoke in a composed voice with short staccato phrases.

“I’m sorry I disobeyed you.”

“I wanted to put an end to the ridiculous notion of a reunion with Lilly.  Debbie purposely didn’t come to lunch today, because it was her way of controlling the situation.  What you saw ... was Lilly grabbing my hand hoping you would walk into the restaurant.  I told you I was going to meet with them, but didn’t want to subject you to their childish scheme.  She means nothing to me, Carla.  I love you.” He sharply smacked her right cheek and left a matching handprint. 

“Do you remember when I said you will want to eat your dinner in a vertical position tonight?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“I wasn’t bluffing.”  He spanked her hard and fast, moving from one cheek to another.  Her skin was fair and, fortunately, reddened quickly.

“I knew you wanted to deal with them alone, but I just couldn’t stop myself from going.  I love you.” She whimpered and went limp over his lap.

“Don’t get too comfortable.  Now that we have declared our love for each other, let’s move on to the subject of trust.” He carefully removed her panties and lifted her from his lap back to a position against the headboard.  Making sure she rested comfortably on a pillow, he raised her knees with one hand and smacked her red-hot ass with the other.  “Look at me, Carla.”

“Oh my God, you aren’t finished?”

Still holding her legs with his right hand, Michael reached over and opened the end table drawer pulling out a plastic container.  There was a gleam in his eyes as he slowly stroked and smeared her bottom hole with the thick, clear gel.

“Now we're going to talk about how much you trust me.”


There is a cute link at the bottom of the page for more posts to read!!  Thanks for stoppin' and keep crawlin'!!  ~ shelly