Saturday Spankings, December 28

Christmas was great and I'm looking forward to New Years. Here in between I'm looking forward to all the snippets on Saturday Spankings. Continuing from last weeks snippet, Cassie is happy to be back home with Tom. Having had her fun just looking through the 'adult' store, she's come to the conclusion it might be best to toss her purchases, rather than tell Tom about their shopping adventure. Unfortunately, one loud mouth husband spilled the beans to Tom in a phone conversation. After first denying it, Cassie finally confesses that the shopping trip had been all her idea.

Tom said, “Let me get this straight. You have been planning for some time to go to this sex shop, knowing that I had told you I didn’t want you to go. You coerced your friends, our friends, into lying to cover up for you, and you sat right here and lied to me when I asked you if you had planned it before you left. Do I have this about right?”

What could I say - yes, damn it, he had it about right. I just closed my eyes and sat there, I just couldn’t keep looking at him while his eyes drilled holes in me. Tom didn’t say any more until I looked at him again. Then he said, “I want you and everything you bought on the bed, now.” I didn’t feel that I could even stand until Tom repeated sharply, “Now, Cassie.”


Did you get an Amazon card for Christmas? Maybe now would be a good time to really get to know Cassie and Tom.

Blurb: Meet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see that Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table.

Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who even after thirty years of marriage, never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends know this side of Cassie exists.

Cassie and Tom show that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between these two people only grows stronger.

Here are the rest of the great snippets this week.

Twas the Night Before Christmas

I'd love to claim credit for this wonderful poem, but it's not mine. It was written by a dear friend, Grace, of A Day in the Life,  several years ago and shared with me on Fantasy Friday. I hope you enjoy it.  I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Twas the night before Christmas...or was it?
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for a spouse!

The paddles were hung
In the closet with care
In hopes that a red bottom
Soon would be there.

The wife was a nestled
All snug in the corner
While visions of swats
And how many were wondered.

And Mamma in her tee-shirt
And I with my bats
Were just settling in
For some long and hard swats

From out of the corner
There rose such a clatter
When I said it was time
And in my hand was a swatter.

Away from the corner
She flew like a flash
Pulled down her panties
And bent over, at last.

Her butt was like moonlight
On new fallen snow
Gave luster of mid-day
To eyes all a-glow.

When, what to her wondering
Eyes should appear
But a paddle of wood
A big subject of fear.

With the first little slap
So lively and quick
I knew in a moment
She’s probably quite slick

More rapid than eagles,
The spanks how they came
She cursed and shouted
And called me bad names

Ouch, meany, Ow, wieny,
Oh please stop, it hurts
Eeeeouch yes sir, screech, no sir
She sputters and spurts

From the top of her tail bone
To the top of her thighs
Now spank away, spank away
Spank low and high

As with a very sore bottom
Her screams echo the sky
Her bum meets with the paddle
The slaps echo and fly

So upping the tempo
The paddle, it flew
With a fast paced staccato
And some rubbing too

And then in a twinkling
I heard a low moaning
The prancing and pawing
Of feet and of clawing

As I drew in my hand
And was starting to slow
Down put the paddle
And the hand was a go

My hand started slapping
From tushy to thigh
And her screams turned
To panting, and then a big sigh

A bunch of hard slaps
I had put on her bottom
And she looked like a
naughty girl, just like she oughta

Her eyes, how they twinkled
Her dimples how merry
Her bum was like roses
Her bottom like a cherry.

Her droll little bottom
Tightened just like a bow
And the skin on her thighs
Was as white as the snow

The stump of a paddle
Held tight in my hand
And I swore there was smoke
From her bottomy land

I had a broad smile,
At the buttocks that shook
When I smacked and I slapped
And I spanked and I cooked

Her bottom was chubby and plump
A right sore was her self
And I laughed when I saw it
In spite of myself

With a wink of my eye
And a twist of my wrist
Soon gave me to know
She couldn’t resist

I spoke not a word
But went straight to my work
And filled all the white spots
Then turned with a jerk

And laying a finger
Inside of her place
I gave her an orgasm
And made her heart race


Then we sprang to our bed
And our bodies did whistle
So away we both flew
Like the down of a thistle

But I heard her exclaim
as we both were entwined
Happy Spanking to all
And to all, a good night!

Saturday Spankings, December 21

Happy Saturday everyone – I can’t believe how close to Christmas we are. Even in this busy time I didn’t want to pass up the chance to be part of Saturday Spankings.

I decide to continue with Cassie’s perhaps misguided plan to head to the adult toy store. She has convinced the girls to accompany her.  Nonetheless, are a little stunned to find themselves actually in the store.  There is no spanking in this snippet, but you might like Cassie's impressions of her first foray into a sex shop. Now if Tom finds out… well, use your imagination.

I moved to check out the nearest counter and laughed as Sue, Annie, and Beth all followed me in a bunch. “Back off, girls.” I laughed. “I’m not going through this place in a pod.”

One thing I did learn about adult toys... heaven help me, but everything vibrates! We had entered a treasure trove of vibrators, lotions, sex toys, paddles, crops, floggers, whips, cuffs, chains, and various novelties.

We also saw a plethora of items I suppose were to take the place of a man if you don’t have one of your own. This realization did not shock me, but the life-sized crystal sculptures of this particular part of the male anatomy amazed me. They were absolutely beautiful, but surely they were only meant as art and not for, ummm... use. But where on earth would one display such works of art?

Christmas is coming, maybe you'd like to treat yourself to just one more book.

Blurb: Meet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see that Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table.

 Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who even after thirty years of marriage, never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends know this side of Cassie exists.

 Cassie and Tom show that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between these two people only grows stronger.

Please go by these sites for more great snippets.

Getting to know Donna Steele

Donna Steele is a really good friend of mine who's is a fantastic writer. When I first came out to her as a spanko/writer she was both accepting and amused. When I took a deep breath and sent her a story, her reply was, "Thank-you, may I have another?" That's when I knew everything would be okay. Donna can't help being vanilla, we must forgive her, and, as I said, she still writes a great story. 

Today, her newest book, Nowhere for Christmas, is out. Now lets get to know her a little better.

Donna, you are going to be new to many of my readers. Tell us about yourself.

I've been married to my best friend for 35 years and we have two kids who are grown and out on their own – even mostly self-supporting!  Had no idea how much I would enjoy empty nesting <g> I'm a secretary by profession, though we're called Executive Assistants now (remember Della Street – she knew everything and didn't have to stand up in court and speak).

Tell us about the book that’s coming out today.

It's a Christmas novella – will there be room at the inn for someone who has nowhere to go and no one to be with at Christmas?

What started you on your love of writing?

Well, I've been writing my whole life, but now I let people read what I write, which is a big difference.  I got caught up in fanfiction for The X-Files. I really got into that and got fans from all over the world – now that's a rush. My specialty was AU (alternate universe) so I took known characters and put them in very different situations.  It was too much fun to quit.

I know you write in several genres – tell us a little about each one and the books you’ve written in each.

I've been a big fan of science fiction forever – I love the possibilities – Rth Rising was my first novel. Have another sci fi almost ready to submit.  That and X-Files led to the paranormal – so I've written psychics and ghost stories too – Learning Trust and Wraith's Heart.

But I grew up in a small town (very small) so I started dabbling in small town romance – Homecoming, Red Shoes and Nowhere for Christmas and found I really enjoy that too.

You’ve attended writing conference and classes. Tell us about some that and some that have been especially helpful.

I've been lucky enough to attend two RWA national conferences and the Moonlight and Magnolia's conference in Atlanta. I'm also a member of Hearts of the Carolina in Raleigh, a local RWA chapter. The inspiration from just being around these incredible authors (they know my name!) keeps the juices stirring. Taking classes on things like "sagging middles" and "head hopping" and stuff I never realized happened in novels has improved my structure and made me stretch. I really recommend them.

How attached do you get to your characters? Do you know what happens after the book ends?    

I know them very well – birthday, favorite color, deepest secrets.  I'm what's known as a "pantser" which means I'm character driven rather than plot and sometimes the characters take over and move the story in a totally different direction. That makes it such fun.

Describe your ‘perfect’ writing day.

Home, in my chair with the laptop and no one else there – No TV or music, just me and my imagination.  Rainy and on the cool side doesn't hurt <g>

Could you tell us the one question you wish people would ask about your writing and don’t forget the answer.

Can't wait to read it, where can I get it?

Book blurb: When Jeannie’s car dies in the middle of rural Virginia, she’s just about ready to cry uncle. That’s before Ron shows up to give her an unexpected lift in more ways than one. A temporary job, a place to stay and a real life Mrs. Santa Claus are a lot more than Jeannie thought possible. Maybe it will be a Merry Christmas after all.



Excerpt -

Ron pulled around back of the house and hauled the tree onto the work porch. "I think I can lay my hands on the stand pretty quick. The decorations are another story."

"Can I help?"

"Sure, come on up."

Jeannie followed him up to the third floor of the house. She had expected a pull down ladder, but a full set of stairs led them up. The top floor was not broken into rooms and she could see the far end of the house, but the number of boxes—all unlabeled—overwhelmed her.

"Oh," she said and Ron nodded.

"Yeah. I'm not worried about Dez coming up here. I'm worried we'd never find her again once she plunged in. It's gotten worse since she turned this place into a B&B. She didn't really get rid of anything, just added more."

"Is that a bathroom?"

"Yep."

"She could turn this into a large room for groups of women, like sorority get-togethers or something."

"You two are dangerous together."

She winked at him. "Point me to where you think the decorations might be."

"I put them in that general direction last year, but I'm sure they've been shoved back some."

She turned toward him when he called "Got it!" and waved the tree stand at her.

"And I found some decorations. Not all of them, I'm sure, but I can mark the spot with a flag and come back in the morning."

"Can you lift them?"

"I can. I'm going to take this box down now. It has some lovely red sparkly balls in it."

Ron tested the stand, then set up the tree in the corner Dez had designated. "Okay?"

"Turn it a little, yes, that's perfect." She hurried for some water to fill the stand as Ron made small adjustments. "I think she'll be pleased."

"I know she will. You picked a beautiful tree. Usually we have bushier ones, but this leaves a lot of room and looks kinda elegant."

Jeannie grinned. Kinda elegant, she liked that.

"Well, I better get out of here and let you get to bed. I know Dez is an early riser."

"She slept in until nearly six thirty yesterday." Jeannie reported.

      "You must have really worn her out." Laughing, she accompanied him to the back door to lock up. 

You can go by Donna's blog to learn more.

Celebrating at Celeste's

Today’s my birthday 

and to celebrate I’m over at Celeste Jones.

 I hope you’ll come by and visit.