Tuesday, September 29, 2015


Welcome all WIPSTERS!  This week I'm giving you the first taste of our WIP which is an age play story under the working title of His Firm Hand.  Instead of a lengthy explanation about the premise - I decided to share a scene between Michele and her older friend Marsha and, hopefully, their discussion should give some background as to why our couple is going to engage in age play activities.  Note that their role play is planned to only occur during the week, and they will return to regular married adult life on the weekends.  Michele is 25-year-old English teacher in the local community college and her husband Paul is a 35-year-old psychiatrist.  Hope you enjoy. :)  


“God, I don’t know where to start.”

“The beginning is usually best, and lucky for you, I’m free all day.”

Michele cleared her throat and swallowed hard.  “No, this time I’m going straight for the punch line.”

“That would be a different approach for you,” Marsha said facetiously with a smile.

Michele rolled her eyes before speaking.  “You know Paul and I agreed to a domestic discipline lifestyle before we were married.”

“But you haven’t been participating lately, right?”

Michele nervously rearranged her silverware.  “Well, now he wants to bring the rules back.”  She hesitated before speaking again.  “In spades.”

Marsha’s elbow touched the table as she moved in closer.  “What in the hell does that mean?”

Michele took a deep breath.  “He wants to pay more attention to me and liven things up with role play in the middle of the week.”

“Role play?  Does he want you to play the part of a hooker?  Dave and I did that once on a vacation in Bermuda.  Oh my God, we had so much fun at the bar that night.  I didn’t have any panties on, and he got so excited in the elevator …”  

Michele held up one hand to stop her. “Marsha, please.  I haven’t eaten breakfast, yet.”

“Sorry,” she whispered through a lopsided smile. “So, what kind of role play are you talking about?”

“Paul wants me to play the part of a teenager.”

“Why in God’s name would he want that?  I live with teenagers, and they can be really annoying.”

“On top of our original DD arrangement, just imagine the additional rules and punishment opportunities,” Michele said, crossing her arms and leaning back into the chair.

“He is a psychiatrist, so it might go deeper.  Paul certainly has the capability to travel that route.”

Michele nodded thoughtfully.  “Especially since I've been extremely stressed lately with school back in session.  He probably thinks acting out some of my frustrations might alleviate other emotional pressures.  And who is more dramatic than a teenager?”

“Hmm ...” Marsha contemplated the possibilities and leaned forward.  “It sounds kind of kinky, too.” She tilted her head and smiled. “So why the unhappy face?  I’m sure he wouldn’t expect you to indulge unless you were on board with this.  Did you agree?”

“I did agree.  And just for the record – I’m nervous, not unhappy.  There’s a difference.”

“Of course there is.”  Marsha grinned and patted Michele’s arm.  “Hold your next thought, here comes our breakfast.”

After their steaming, full plates were served, Michele eagerly picked up a crispy slice of bacon while Marsha’s eyes stared a hole through her.

“What?” Michele innocently asked while savoring the smoky flavor. 

“For God’s sake.  You know I want details.  Did this kinky new lifestyle of yours begin, yet?”

“Yeah, it started.” Michele’s face blushed red at the thought as she wiped her hands on a napkin.

“Well?  You can’t bring this up and not share details, missy!”

Michele lifted a buttered piece of toast.  “Jesus. I really intended to share more with you.  But it’s just too damn embarrassing.” Her face radiated with heat.

Marsha took a sip of her coffee. “I’ll bet if you teased Paul like this, your backside would be draped over his knee.”

“Bare backside,” she corrected casually, reaching for the basket of assorted jams.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015


If it's Wednesday, it must be time to WIPITUP!  Since Protected and Punished was published last week and a snippet was posted on SAT SPANKS, I thought it might be nice to continue the scene.  If you missed the eight lines, you can view them HERE!

“I want you bare-assed and bent over right now.”
Mika responded to his command with an innocent look that clearly asked, did I say something wrong?

The next sound heard was his hand cracking down the center of both cheeks. Instead of uttering a noise in protest, she immediately bent over and grabbed the sheet with white-knuckled fingers as he raised the nightshirt up to her waist. Jackson’s smile was wide at the delicious display in front of him and placed one hand on the small of her back to make sure she stayed in position while he disciplined her. He spanked her over and over again with an open palm and grinned as her bottom wobbled from the blows. While his blue eyes focused on her wiggling hips trying to get rid of the sting, Jackson’s cock remained thick and hard, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was inside her tight, throbbing pussy. When a bright red glow began to radiate from her ass and she finally yelped, he stopped.

“Ouch! Damn it, that hurts.”

“Apologize for your rudeness.”

“I’m sorry, Jackson. I don’t know why I made fun of your work.”

“You’re going to choose this moment to lie to me?”


“Then tell me why, Mika.”

She shook her head.

“Say it.” He smacked her ass again.

“I know it gets under your skin.”


“I like to antagonize you.”


Mika’s head turned and she rolled her eyes.

“What happens when you do that?”

She lifted her shoulders.

“Say it.”

“You’ll spank me,” she murmured with tears in her eyes.

“What else does my girl need?”

Mika was silent.

Jackson smacked the tender crease of her bottom. “Are you going to answer, or should I ask you to bring me your hairbrush?”

“I need to be fucked.” Mika’s face rubbed against the mattress as her tears started to flow. Jackson separated her legs, lifted her hips, and positioned his cock at her hot, wet entrance.

“Say it again and be polite this time.”

“Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard,” she whispered.

Jackson entered her swollen, soaking entrance with a single smooth thrust. She gasped as his cock continued to stretch her, penetrating deeper, and he savored the feel of her convulsing cunt gripping all around him. Turning her flushed face onto the cool fitted sheet, she began to meet his thrusts and pushed back into him as his wet fingers found her hard, swollen clitoris. He stroked her gently at first, but as she lifted her ass and rubbed herself up and down on him, his intensity increased.

“Please, Jackson, don’t make me wait. I need to come.”

“Do it now, Mika, come now, baby.”

His final drive went long and deep, and he smacked her ass one last time before their bodies stilled. Swirling into the pounding orgasmic vortex together, their muscles contracted violently until they finally collapsed in a heap onto the bed.

Lovingly trailing a finger down her reddened bottom, he kissed the nape of her neck and whispered, “I love you, Mika.”

“I love you too, Mac.”

A chill instantly ran through his body. “You’ve never called me that before.” He rolled Mika over, gathered her in his arms, and got comfortable with her under the covers.

“Your last name is McKenna. This can’t possibly be the first time someone’s chosen that nickname for you.” She peered up at him and saw a strange look in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Okay, if you don’t like that name, I can pick another one.” She turned on her side and wiggled her hot cheeks against his softened cock. “How about Jack? Now that would definitely be more original.” She chuckled and shook her head. “It’s been a long night, and you must be exhausted.”

He stared up at the ceiling for a brief moment and blew out a deep breath before stretching to switch off the lamp on the end table. Damn, if she only knew.


The blurb:

When Mika Settler learns that there is a serial killer targeting mature women in Manhattan and starts to worry that she might be a target, she decides it might be wise to seek out Jackson McKenna, a Navy SEAL turned police detective with whom she recently became acquainted. The two hit it off, and before she knows it Mika is falling head over heels in love with the handsome cop.

Mika has always longed for a no-nonsense man who will not hesitate to take her in hand, and it quickly becomes clear that Jackson fits the bill perfectly. He is fully prepared to give her exactly what she needs, even when that means baring her bottom for a good, hard spanking when he feels it necessary.

Jackson’s firm-handed discipline only increases Mika’s desire for him, and he soon proves more than capable of leaving her completely satisfied and utterly spent yet somehow still longing for more. But the murderer is still on the loose, taunting Jackson personally from time to time, and Mika’s fiery, obstinate attitude isn’t going to make solving the case any easier for him. Can Jackson hunt down the killer before Mika becomes the next victim?


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