A scorching excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman

So I missed the deadline to participate in WipItUp Wednesday this week because of all the work I had to finish for my university course. Now it’s done, I have a scorching excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman, my new book which is out Saturday (5th August). It’s the 1920s, it’s Edinburgh, and Adeline Hawthorne is getting spanked by Edward Wolstanton, to whom she was sent to be reformed:

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Feeling furiously embarrassed and extremely hot, she turned her head away from him before she recovered her scathing sarcasm.

“Like what you see? Bet you collect magazine-pictures of girls in their underthings, don’t you?” she said.

Instead of wrong-footing him or provoking a series of denials, she seemed to have galvanized his will, for he chose that moment to sit in an overstuffed armchair and pull her over his knee. The position was not lost on her, and she inhaled sharply in horror because there was only one thing anybody did once they had a girl over their knee, bottom upturned, face and feet near the floor. Her black silky knickers almost completely protected her bottom cheeks, though, so even if he really was going to spank her like an errant schoolgirl, it couldn’t possibly hurt.

Telling herself there was no possibility that stuffy, proper Edward would really spank her, she yelped when his hand connected loudly with her bottom, resonating throughout the room with a loud clap. The sting was instant and seemed to cover most of her right cheek. He brought his hand down over and over in a brisk pace, raining hard swats of fire over her bottom cheeks before she opened her mouth to protest.

“How dare you? When my father hears about this, you’ll be sorry!” she protested, trying to avoid the spanks. She was infuriated. How dare he punish her like a naughty child? She shifted around on his knee hoping to escape, but he held her firmly. A warm glow flashed through her nether regions as she realized he had bested her.

“Your father gave me express permission to use any means necessary to improve your attitude, young lady, and that is what I’m doing.” Edward spoke calmly. His voice didn’t match with the flurry of sharp swats he was subjecting her sit-spot to.

“No! He wouldn’t! Not if he knew you were… doing this to me!” she retorted hotly.

“I don’t think he was especially interested in the details,” Edward said. She kicked and wriggled and generally made a nuisance of herself attempting to inconvenience him as much as possible during this spanking. Truly, she was unable to escape, and part of her liked being thoroughly helpless while someone held her to account, not because she had conceded to their pathetic protests, but because they had the guts to overpower her and compel her to obey. There was a strong sense of satisfaction that accompanied the feeling of helplessness. Her underwear grew wet and her nipples hardened in response to being forced to submit.

Horrified at her weakness, she buried her emotions and fought him with redoubled effort. It hurt, though, and despite the fact she didn’t stop fighting him, his swats gave her pause for thought. How long would he keep this up? Could she fight back for longer than he could spank her?

“If you continue resisting me while you are over my knee, and threatening to tattle to your father, I will give you some letter paper once this is over and I will stand beside you and make you write a letter to the Earl of Hathersedge detailing exactly what I am doing right now, including how you are dressed, how your bottom feels, the color it has turned—a tantalizing pink, if you care to know—and what, precisely, you did to earn the punishment, starting with the rummy business at the train station.” Edward paused spanking her and gently caressed her bottom. It burned so much that it even felt pink, especially when he touched her.

He continued outlining the potential future punishment as his fingers trailed along her skin. “I will then expect you to address it and take it to the post office where you will tell the postmistress that you are writing to your father to inform him that you are in disgrace, although you will kindly spare her the details as I wouldn’t want you to offend her sensibilities.”

He landed some particularly hard swats on the skin between the top of her thigh and her bottom cheeks and she growled in frustration. It was so undignified and she growled at the sharper sting as his hand connected with the sensitive skin there.

As if his threat of humiliation and enforced spanking weren’t bad enough, he leaned down to her ear and quietly murmured in a low voice, his Scottish vowels piercing his otherwise refined English accent, “Of course, when writing to your father, you can leave out the fact that your knickers are soaked through.”

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Oooh I can’t WAIT to see what you all make of this story! I don’t write many one-on-ones (although there are more to come), so I really liked having more space within the story to explore the characters’ thoughts, feelings and backstory in greater depth than in Captured by the Highlanders. I’ll be sending copies to my ARC readers the MINUTE I get the files from the publisher, and the cover is being finalized as I write so I’ll post that tomorrow!

 

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Awakened with the Cane

I know I don’t talk about my relationship that often, but this past week I’ve sort of come out (in a few different ways) with the fact that I’m not in a scening BDSM relationship, I’m in a 24/7 one. Partly, I had to explain that my husband dragged me off the computer on Tuesday, I wasn’t allowed online for 2 days except to go on Google Scholar, and I now only have three hours on Facebook between Friday and Monday unless my thesis is finished before then, because I got in trouble for not focussing on my work. I brought it on myself. There’s a stopwatch beside my laptop telling me I have 2 hours, 8 minutes of that Facebook time left. Usually, however, my relationship isn’t this obvious.

I’m not supposed to wear my collar every day, and a lot of the time my life looks (mostly) like other people’s. If you visited my house, you might find it strange that I always kneel on the floor to eat meals, and a few other similar things, but to all intents and purposes we’re just two people.

Where it comes into the foreground is when I misbehave. My husband won’t do anything overt (e.g. spanking) in public because, obviously, the public haven’t consented to being part of anything, and they would quite probably be distressed if they saw me upended over his knee on a park bench (not that he hasn’t done that, just not while there was anyone around).

This week, however, I’ve been a complete and utter brat for no better reason than because I’m ridiculously stressed and, being a type A, I can’t let go of the work I’m trying to get done, but I can’t let go of all my day-to-day tasks, either. I had a meltdown yesterday because he had to take over making lunch after I’d started (I wrecked an egg, then I wrecked a second one immediately after).

On an intellectual level, I know it’s ridiculous, but I always feel like it’s a fundamental failure if I can’t get the submissive stuff done, because that should always be my number one priority. At the end of the day, it’s the permanent thing that underpins my entire existence and I feel like I’m having to let things go a little at a time when I need structure and discipline more than ever, because of the pressure I’m currently under.

The day before yesterday, I yelled at him to shut up when he was feeding the rabbits because it interrupted my train of thought while I was writing a paragraph of dense academic discourse. It’s not okay. I know I shouldn’t behave like this. I can do better. That was immediately before bed on Thursday and he was too tired to punish me. I told him that meant I’d gotten away with it because he *always* forgets if he doesn’t do it immediately. He told me he was going to do it first thing in the morning. I was like, “go on then,” but I was sure he would put it off again.

Friday morning, I awakened to the covers being hurriedly whipped off me. Then pain exploded across my bottom (I sleep on my front). I pulled my earplugs out in time to hear the second stroke of the cane landing on my bottom, and buried my face in my pillow so no-one heard me. He went for ten strokes, then told me there’d be another ten if I didn’t get up *right now*.

So I did.

For half the day this made me feel reassured and well-behaved. Then the incident with the eggs happened. To be fair, I did figure out much later that I’d gotten so upset because I was trying to make him lunch, trying to help him when he had a busy day fixing things in the garden before the new people move into our house, and I wanted to take some of that stress off him because I feel really bad about the fact my academic demands currently mean I can’t do any repairing or much cleaning. That’s on top of the fact I’m a DIY disaster. In hindsight, getting so upset that my cooked eggs went wrong, and running upstairs and crying in bed when I *know* I’m supposed to sit on the stairs when I’m too upset to do something wasn’t my best move. He was actually going to let me off all of that because I got back downstairs before he counted to 10. But later in the day, my emotions got the better of me again and I stupidly lost it over some gravy. So I got spanked on the spot then told he was going to do it later, as well.

Later came, he was too sleepy. This time, I *knew* what was coming in the morning but I actually dropped off to sleep easier. So, again, this morning, I got awoken with the covers being pulled off and the cane landing on my rear. It was twenty strokes today, of the big cane. Sitting is progressively getting harder.

Then, at lunchtime today, I managed to throw a cuddly unicorn at him. It was stupid, I know that. I’m not 6. My behavior seems to regress to it when I’m under a lot of stress, though, and so I’m currently flipping between asking his opinion on my interpretation of postmodernist feminist theory and throwing unicorns at him.

So I got spanked more at lunchtime. At least he’s been aware this week that what I really, really need is structure and certainty, and unlike other times in the past when I’ve been mentally falling apart, this time, he hasn’t backed off and avoided me, he’s challenging me every time, and I’m responding better to it. It’s defusing quickly, and after each spanking I have to apologise, explain what I am apologising for, and thank him.

I’m in a LOT more trouble this week than I have been for about a year, and it’s probably going to get worse before it gets better, but I’m feeling significantly less distressed than I usually do under extreme stress, and I feel like I’m making more effort to behave better, and more than that, I feel like I’m achieving it. I’m not behaving perfectly yet, and maybe I won’t until all this academic stuff is over, but at least I’m not falling apart, and I’m so grateful that he is facilitating this at the moment because otherwise I’d be crying under my desk and burning copies of Foucault whilst cursing the dumb pretentious philosophy dude in all my favorite French cuss words at this point (I know, irony).

Additionally, you should totally check out Jaye Elise’s blog; she’s started a series where she interviews erotica/erotic romance authors and I had the excitement of being featured on there this week! Thank-you Jaye! Find her blog here: https://jayeelisewrites.wordpress.com/2017/07/29/triple-play-qa-with-katie-douglas/

Also, here’s my latest YouTube video. I recorded it in May and saved it because I knew this month or last month would be too hectic to make a video. It’s an excerpt from His Naughty Little Housewife which is also sort of ironic, given my current situation.

What do you mean that’s not irony? Stop watching Castle already (sidenote: have you seen Castle? It’s great)!

Be still my heart.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

It won’t fit!

So we are immigrating to Asia soon, and our house has been a flurry of activity (which is why I’m not getting this blog updated as many times as I’d like), alongside my nearly-finished MSc thesis and the two books I’m editing before I send them in (you’re gonna LOVE these).

Anyway, one issue we’ve had is that we’ve been taking stock of our sex toys. Restraints, buzzy things, swishy things, hitty things (that feather on a stick that seemed like SUCH a great idea but only got used twice then hung up as a decoration)… we had about four big stacking crates, and a homemade cane stand the size of one of those umbrella stands.

Long story short… it won’t fit. We can’t put all of it into a suitcase and get it to the other end, even IF we didn’t want to wear clothes or shoes, or read real books written in English when we arrived. My suitcase is mostly books and shoes, as I suspect these are the things I’ll struggle to find (I have hulking great ginormous feet). On top of that, some of it was getting old, some of it was stuff he had before he got me, and some of it never quite did what it was supposed to. I know, domly doms aren’t supposed to buy sex toys that don’t do what they said on their online listing, but it happens to all of us from time to time, and sometimes you don’t find out until LONG after the returns date has passed.

I digress.

We have to get rid of all this stuff and pare down to the essentials. At this point, I could list on one hand the stuff we use more than once a week, and on two hands the stuff we use monthly. We’re at a point where we know what works best so we tend to gravitate towards that. I’ve already chucked out about 50 liters of defunct sex toys, old rope, out of date lube (I am chronically indecisive; when I want to try something new, if I can afford it, I tend to buy a selection then stick with my favorite FOREVER, and if I can’t afford it, I don’t buy any because the decision is too hard) etc. Unfortunately, we lost two canes already this year. He broke one when he hit me with it too hard and it snapped, and I broke one when I reached back and snapped it and I STILL DON’T KNOW WHY I DID IT. Then a third cane somehow got deformed in the place we keep them, and now it doesn’t cane so good. So we’re down to one cane. At the same time, our riding crop is showing serious signs of wear and the shiny leather surface has worn through in many places to that green-gray suede-like stuff underneath.

So, on our way back from a wedding, we found ourselves in a sex shop off the side of the A1(M) motorway last week (as one is wont to do). This place was huge, it had entire aisles of things.

While I was getting excited over the possibilities of getting one of those giant inflating butt plugs, my husband was weighing up the merits of the unanswerable question: Cane or crop? So he summoned me over and I was still holding a remote control vibe I’d found that looked like awesome fun, and he made me hold out my hand in the shop and SMACK! That riding crop was SERIOUS. I don’t know if ours has softened over the years or if it was ever as hard as that one but holy smokes, my hand had a red welt on it for ages after and driving the car the rest of the way home was entertaining to say the least (I mean, I was literally giggling). The lady behind the counter was highly amused, and I suspect we’re not the first people to try implements out in the shop. And I didn’t test that inflating butt plug.

Did I mention he was wearing a 3 piece suit with a waistcoat and I was in one of those wedding guest dresses (no hat. Fancy hats do NOT suit me)?

What did he buy? Both. Cane and crop. Brand new. Super-mean. And they fit in our suitcases.

I hope Asia has lots of soft squishy cushions to sit on.

Captured by the Highlanders Hits the Top 50!

I am so pleased to announce that my latest book, Captured by the Highlanders, has steamed to number 48 on the Amazon top 100 for Scottish Historical Romance, and it’s still climbing! There isn’t a category for “historical fantasy BDSM menage” but if there was, that’s where this book would be!

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Check out what all the fuss is about here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073T4P1PT

A big thank-you goes out to everyone who has bought and read my book so far, and to all my reviewers, and to everyone at Stormy Night Publications for making this happen!

Lots of Love,
Katie xxxx

A mouth watering excerpt from Captured by the Highlanders!

My new book, Captured by the Highlanders, came out on Saturday and I’m so excited to share a scorching excerpt with you for WipItUp Wednesday! In the last sneak peek, you met Kieran and Jacob, so in this one, I’d like to introduce you all to our third hunky Highlander (and all-round good egg): Callum. For background, they’re hiding out in a barn at night and a thunderstorm just began.

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“It’s all right, lassie, it’s just a crack o’ thunder,” Callum said. Bridget hated thunder almost as much as she hated gunfire.

“The barn has hardly any roof,” she pointed out. “We might get hit by lightning.”

“No, the trees are just over there. It will hit them first,” he said. A bolt of glowing lightning flashed somewhere and lit up the inside of the barn. It was so close she smelled the static, and the men’s hair was beginning to stand on end.

“Please, I want to hide! I have to get out of here! You don’t understand, the lightning will hit us!” Bridget was so scared that she couldn’t even speak sense any more. She got to her feet and ran out of the barn as the pelting rain fell down.

Powerful hands wrapped around her waist and in her blind panic, she kicked and screamed in the storm as someone took her back into the barn. The walls were protecting them from some of the rain but mostly it was soaking through her dress and making her curly black hair relax, so it fell all the way to her bottom, weighed down by the rivulets of water.

She was undressed by whoever had brought her back in, and the second they had their hands full with her bodice, she ran back outside again, certain that the lightning would find the barn before the forest, as the crumbling structure was the tallest thing on the open land.

She wanted to hide under the trees where she thought she’d be safer. Someone tackled her to the ground and wrestled her over their knee. She was soaked and now her front was muddy, too. When the first swat landed on her bottom, she yelled and kicked and tried to get loose, but the man who had caught her was too strong for her.

“I told you, the lightning will hit the trees first!” Callum shouted above the sound of the storm and Bridget’s yelling.

He spanked her hard, and her wet skin stung even more than the last time he’d spanked her. Quickly, she had to stop kicking and fighting, and accept her punishment. “You are running into danger. The trees are not safe.”

As if God picked that moment to illustrate Callum’s point, a bolt of lightning hit a tree about a hundred feet away, ensconcing it in the white electricity with little jets of fire where the twigs were thinnest. Bridget screamed; it was the most fearsome sight she’d ever seen in her life, and it was directly in the path she’d been trying to run in. Her voice was drowned out by the angry growl from the sky, which seemed to be all around them before it receded.

Her bottom, already sore from being spanked earlier, as well as riding a horse, now had a deep ache. The surface tingled and burned, filling her body with warmth and making her little button throb. She began to cry as Callum continued spanking her, the smell of burning wood mingling with the static taste, and she realized he’d just saved her life.

“I’m sorry!” she shouted. “Please, Callum, I’m sorry!”

“Good. I will stop spanking you when I think you have learned the lesson, lass.” He brought his callused hand down on her bottom over and over, until every inch of her cheeks was stinging and she was sobbing uncontrollably, lying still over his lap and accepting her punishment. It stung, but at the same time, she felt cared for and protected. The twitching feeling between her legs turned into a needful ache. When he stopped, the fat drops of rain splattered on her punished behind, cooling it, before he flipped her upright.

In the last vestiges of light, she looked up at him as he towered above her, and before she knew it, they were kissing, deeply, while he was holding her head with one strong hand, and his other was pinching her freshly spanked bottom, making it tingle.

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Want to know what happens next? Callum, Kieran and Jacob are waiting for you here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073T4P1PT

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A sneaky preview of Captured by the Highlanders

It’s WipItUp Wednesday, the blog hop where writers share their works in progress or recently published work, and I’ve got an exciting excerpt to share with you!

Oooh this one is a ménage! 3 guys, one girl, and it’s all about her! Isn’t that the best sort of ménage? In case the title didn’t give it away, the 3 heroes in this story are all Highlanders, although the action takes place in the Lowlands.

Set in 1899, it’s the story of a sassy Irish girl who’s escaping an evil English duke who kidnapped her. When she meets three Highlanders, they think she’s part of the duke’s entourage, so they try to kidnap her to ransom back to the duke. Sparks, of course, fly, when they find out her true identity, and decide they need to rescue her… if only her smart mouth would just stay closed long enough to let them.

Here’s an artist’s impression (OK, I totes DIY’d it) of the three Highlanders:

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I can’t wait to see what the cover will look like! And here’s a steamy excerpt (play nice 😉 as I haven’t got the copy-edited version yet) from a scene with Bridget, Jacob and Kieran:

Kieran suddenly turned to the door, and Jacob followed his gaze. When he saw Bridget standing in the doorway, holding some folded sheets, he frowned. Had she heard their conversation?

 “The polite thing to do is to knock before entering someone’s room,” he chided her, semi-sternly.

She seemed to recover herself, then, and she cocked her head defiantly.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist; I’ll be quiet as the grave. I only came to bring your fresh linens for you as the innkeeper forgot to change them afore we took the rooms. Now, are you going to let me change the bed or would you rather threaten to stick pins under my nails or some such?”

“Oh no, little lady. I’ve got a much better idea what we can do with a willful young lady who can’t be polite,” Kieran told her. Jacob caught his eye and saw it was twinkling with amusement. He’d been waiting for a reason to spank her, and Bridget had played straight into their hands.

“I think you can both go and whistle up a rope,” she retorted. In a moment, Jacob was across the room and closed his hands around her soft arms. Kieran swiftly joined him and took the sheets she held, placing them on the dresser, then closed the bedroom door.

“I think I saw a hairbrush in that drawer,” Jacob remarked, and Kieran grinned wickedly.

Jacob lifted Bridget off her feet and carried her to the bed, where he sat on the edge of it and arranged her over his knee. He slid her dress and petticoat up, and groaned softly when he saw the delicate white skin of her cheeks.

“I won’t let you do whatever you’re planning,” she blustered.

“You’re over my knee, your bottom is bared for me to see, and you cannae move. How do you plan to prevent me?” Jacob asked, as he gently caressed her bottom.

“Why are you doing this?” she demanded.

“Aye, it’s less of the ‘I won’t let you’ and more of the ‘why,’ now,” Kieran observed.

“We are doing this because you need to know who is in charge around here,” Jacob said. He admired her shapely curves as his hand trailed over her skin. He could feel his hardness pressing into her belly already.

“Ye dinnae have a very good attitude, lass, and we think it’s high time ye learn that we won’t stand for any nonsense,” Kieran added.

“Ye ken what this is, aye?” Jacob held the hairbrush in front of her face.

She nodded. “It’s for getting rid of tangles.”

“It’s got its other uses, too,” Kieran’s voice was filled with mirth. Jacob wondered how long they could keep this up before they just bent her over the nearest piece of furniture and filled her with their cocks. She was so hot, innocent, and feisty all at the same time, and he wanted her so much.

Jacob took the hairbrush from Kieran and swatted Bridget’s right bottom cheek with the back of it. It left a fine oval imprint that turned from white to red. She inhaled sharply and he watched her fists clench as she tried not to show how much this hurt. He wanted her to know she was his, just as much as she was Callum’s.

“You’re going to get six of these from me, then you’re going to thank me, then it’s Kieran’s turn to spank you,” Jacob told her conversationally. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kieran nodding emphatically.

Liking symmetry, Jacob brought the back of the hairbrush down on her left cheek, this time, and watched as it colored to match the other one. She gasped and squeezed her fists hard. Jacob landed the brush twice more, so there were four nice red marks on her white skin, then he paused for a moment and caressed her soft bottom with the tips of his fingers, lightly swirling them over the cool white and hot red areas. The contrast under his fingers was highly arousing. Before he’d been doing it for long, she moaned.

“This isn’t fair!” she complained.

“Are you not enjoying yourself down there?” Jacob asked.

She shook her head fervently and her black curls bounced on the wooden floor.

Suspecting she was lying, he put his hand between her legs and felt her sex. It was soaking wet and she cried out when he touched her most sensitive area.

“I think the next two swats should be extra hard because you’re not being very truthful, young lady.”

He brought the hairbrush down on the place where her thighs met her bottom cheeks, hard, and delighted when she whimpered in surprise.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” he prompted her.

“Thank-you.” Bridget said it through gritted teeth.

“Good girl. Now it’s Kieran’s turn.” Jacob tipped Bridget upright and got to his feet as her skirt tumbled back down to her ankles. Kieran gently led her to about three feet away from the window.

What’s Kieran going to do with Bridget? Find out on Saturday, when Captured by the Highlanders comes out!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Release Blitz: Hero Undercover: 25 Undercover Romances

Today I have a very exciting collection of previews for you, all of which come from Hero Undercover, the anthology of TWENTY-FIVE undercover romances by some of the best-known authors in our genre!

Hero Undercover: 25 Undercover Romances
Publication date: June 27th 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Synopsis:
SUMMER IS COOLER WHEN YOU STAY UNDERCOVER!

25 New York Times, USA Today, and award-winning best-selling romance authors offer this sizzling compilation of panty-melting undercover bad boys, from swoon-worthy cowboys and alpha military men to deliciously decadent dominants. This smoking-hot collection features a wide array of stories including dark fantasies, seductive sci-fi, and erotic BDSM, all with the sweet happily-ever-afters you crave!

Hundreds of pages for one unbeatable price. Turn up the AC, lie back, and escape into these brand new, red hot riveting reads.

Authors include: Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, Meredith O’Reilly

Check out these awesome excerpts:

Cherry on Top by Katherine Deane:

“Did you just spank me?”

The grin in her eyes told him it wasn’t an accident. “I wanted to see what you would do.” “Here’s what I’d do.”

He moved quickly and flipped her over onto her tummy and yanked her up onto her knees as she squealed. Crack! He brought his hand down onto her plump ass cheeks, loving the sound it made as it echoed through the room. Three more times, he spanked her hard while she let out a sound that was a combination of a yelp and a laugh. “More, little girl?”

Justice, Roughly by Amelia Smarts

He was glaring at her, his eyes flashing with anger and his lips set in a firm line. A tick in his jaw indicated he was gritting his teeth, and the scar that tracked his face seemed especially pronounced. She’d never seen a man looking as fierce as Wyatt appeared in that moment. She found it hard to believe he was the same gentle, soft-spoken man she’d gotten to know.

Her heart continued to pound, now anxious over Wyatt’s obvious displeasure. She wasn’t sure what had angered him until he spoke. He strode the few steps to her and grasped her arm. “You have a death wish, woman?” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “What were you thinking, drawing your gun on a man having words with me? He could have killed you!”

“I, I wanted to protect you,” she stammered, trying to wrench her arm free, to no avail. His grip wasn’t tight enough to inflict anything worse than discomfort, but it was unyielding.

“I don’t need you to protect me, Elsie,” he bellowed. “I don’t need any woman coming in the middle of my argument with another man, putting herself in danger on my behalf.” He gave her a shake. “You listening to me, woman?”

She’d never seen this severe, chastising side to Wyatt, and she felt desperate for him to understand her motivation. “But it’s not your fight, it’s mine. And you’re injured! I didn’t want him to hurt you.”

“I would much prefer for me to lose a fistfight than for you to lose a gunfight… or win one, for that matter, and end up in prison!” He walked with purpose toward the front of the barn, hauling her along with him.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked, though she had a strong suspicion of his intention when he dragged her in the direction of the bench.

He sat down and hauled her over his knee, then wrapped his other leg over hers, pinning her in place. His left hand fell in such a hard swat on her clothed bottom that she gasped and arched upward.

“Teaching you a lesson about safety,” he growled. He grasped the waist of her trousers and tugged them down, while she squirmed helplessly between his legs pinning her in place.

She felt mortified when the cool morning air wafted over her bare bottom. Before when he’d spanked her, she’d felt some measure of control. Now she felt like a bad little girl, helpless to prevent her punishment, especially when he proceeded with giving her naked backside a proper, no-nonsense tanning. Sharp swats peppered her bottom and the tops of her thighs, causing such a sting that tears flooded her eyes nearly immediately.

The Scarlet Stiletto by Maggie Carpenter

He’d just laid his trousers over the chair against the wall when he heard a gentle knock. Realizing he was still wearing his socks, he half-hopped-half-walked across the room as he pulled them off. A woman had once told him, a man in his socks and boxers was about the most unattractive thing she could imagine. Boxers and an undershirt could be sexy, but not boxers and socks. Slightly out of breath, and determined he would not be sharing Ruby’s bed, he opened the door.

“Hi,” she said softly, gazing at him, her blue eyes inviting more than a perfunctory response.

He could feel his resolve melting away. Standing before him was a Goddess cloaked in shimmering pink. The thin silky satin nightgown floating around her body highlighted every curve, her nipples were pressing urgently against the flimsy fabric, then his eyes fell to her lips, her unbelievably lusciously kissable lips.

“I want you,” she whispered, closing the foot of space between them and circling her arms around his neck. “I don’t care about what’s right or wrong, I don’t care about tomorrow morning, I don’t care about morals or virtues or any of that. I want you, I need you, and if you think badly of me, so be it. Please, Patrick, please make love to me.”

The embers burning inside him flared into a white hot flame, and swooping her up he carried her to the bed, laid her down, and resting his weight on top of her, he dropped his lips on hers. He kissed her holding nothing back, exposing his hungry need as he crushed her lips, praying she would know his fervent desire for her was based on more than just lust, and when he finally broke away, his heart was pounding, his cock was standing at full attention, and he was completely breathless. Raising his gaze he found her panting as he was, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes half-lidded. For a moment he thought she was about to speak, but she didn’t, instead moaning her pleasure and raising her chest, silently begging his lips to visit her breasts.

He wanted to slow things down, but his burning fever had taken control, and as he traveled his mouth to her cleavage, his hands moved to the thin spaghetti straps resting on her shoulders. Sliding them down, exposing her luscious mounds, he dove his mouth from one nipple to the next, hungrily sucking as he listened to her utterances of joy, then hastily sliding off her gown and tossing it aside, he pushed his fingers into her naked sex. She cried out and wriggled against his touch, and as he thrust his finger into her soaked strait, he heard himself groan. Rising up he tore off his undershirt and boxers, then laying back on top of her, he pushed her legs apart with his own, and rested his cock against her sex.

A Thief for the Duke by Megan Michaels

But then it begged the question. How did Miss Henrietta become a street urchin, begging and stealing to eat? Did she have a family? These were questions he’d find answers to, unraveling the mystery of one Miss Henrietta Leticia Beaumont.

“Stop tugging at that damnable dress before you tatter it more than it already is, and look at me when I’m speaking, girl.”

“Must you always be so gruff? I’ve done nothing to incur this attitude.” Her eyes narrowed, her lips thinning. The pert tilt of her chin made him want to pinch it between his thumb and forefinger, kissing her plump, red lips—hard.

“Well, your situation says otherwise, my dear. You actually did do something to invite both attitude and correction. First, you stole. This is both a breaking of not only the public law but also the moral code of ethics. Second, your impertinent, sassy mouth has caused you to sit on what I’m assuming is a still very sore little bottom. If I’m wrong about this, and I’ll know in a jiffy by your continued bratty behavior, I’ll rectify the matter straight away. But this time, Miss Ettie, I assure you there will be nothing between your arse and my hand.”

Even though it was only infinitesimally, her eyes widened before she quickly righted them again. And damn if Charles didn’t love it, she tilted her chin up again, this time a little higher, sniffing loudly through her nose, refusing to respond.

Charles loved a good game of chess or the clash of swords, and it appeared he’d found someone to duel with. “I tally two cheeky responses, girl. Once we hit four, your recompense will commence. You’ve been warned.”

She shifted on the seat, and he assumed her backside was more than likely goose bumped with dread, and he delighted in the thought. His penis stirred at the immediate visualization of her upended, her rosy bare bottom jiggling and her cunny pressed against him. And almost simultaneously, his hand involuntarily twitched, aching to bring the fantasy to life.

“I think we should talk about the school and some of the expectations, as well as what the Magistrate has ordered for your stay, which is minimal, I may add.”

The Officer’s Little Girl by Meredith O’Reilly

With a firm grasp of her, I moved to the side and fastened with the provided cuff and strap to one corner of the bed. I made quick work of doing the same to the other foot leaving her legs spread wide and the lovely curls she’d teased me with on full display. Proceeding to the top of the bed, I quickly restrained her wrists as well. When she was spread eagle, I took a step back and enjoyed the view.

“Adam,” Chloe whined, wiggling around as she tested her restraints. I hadn’t made them so tight that she wouldn’t be able to move. I didn’t want her to injure herself.

“Quiet,” I commanded, snapping the flogger against her stomach. It was lightweight, made of soft deerskin, and perfect for beginners. I knew it wouldn’t cause her pain, but instead bring attention to the area. I flicked again, slightly lower. “When you came to this resort, you agreed that I would be the dominant. As such, I’m the one who decides what we do and when we’ll do it. Trying to tease, and manipulate me into doing what you want to do is known as topping from the bottom. This is unacceptable, and will result in a punishment for you. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her reply coming out in a breathy whisper. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her pupils beginning to dilate. My naughty girl was turned on with me firmly in control…excellent.

As a reward, I gave her pussy a couple of thwacks and watched with delight as her back bowed off the bed. For now, I enjoyed her uninhibited reaction. In the future, however, I’d want her to stay still; it would enhance her pleasure.

“We’re going to do a bit of practicing,” I announced. There was no time like the present to start her training. “You’ll get my lash on various parts of your body. Your tits,” I landed a light stroke there, “your thighs.” She received another well-place swat, “and all points in between. I want you to stay still. For every move you make, you’ll earn another stroke and double the time I make you wait for an orgasm. Understand?”

“How long must I wait?”

“Sir”

“How long, Sir?”

“That’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”

* * *

How exciting are those? My copy arrived on my Kindle yesterday and I can’t wait to begin reading (I had a migraine yesterday and this morning so I had to show restraint for the sake of my poor head)!

If you haven’t already got your copy of Hero Undercover: 25 Undercover Romances, you can grab it here on Amazon.com or here on Amazon.co.uk for the INCREDIBLE price of $0.99 (UK: 99p)!! Need another reason to buy it? The proceeds go to charity!
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Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

His Little Earthling in the Top 100 and latest Katie D. Reads Video!

If you’ve seen any of my recent blog posts you’ll know that the only thing on my mind lately has been my new ageplay spanking romance, His Little Earthling! So far, I brought you a bonus spanking scene on Wednesday, a sneak peek excerpt the week before, and a preview the week before that!

With that in mind, then, I’m super-excited to announce that His Little Earthling has hit the Amazon Top 100 for Sci-Fi Romance, and has been cruising in the 64th spot all day!

If you’re still not sure whether you need this in your life, I’ve decided to make His Little Earthling the topic of this month’s Katie Douglas Reads video, in which I am IN MY FREAKING SWIMSUIT BECAUSE IT IS HOT.

I feel so much less bad complaining about the heat when my BFF from South California is here with me, and she’s hating on it too. Because that’s a hot place. And she’s too hot in Britain right now. Last year, we didn’t actually get a summer where I live, and I think this year the country is trying to tempt me to change my mind about immigrating to Asia in August, because I’m moving to the tropics where there is air conditioning and it’s going to be wonderful because I’ll never have to feel cold and gloomy ever again!

So with that in mind, I decided to film this month’s video from my bathtub where I can cool off.

Knock yourselves out (not literally, please):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3oKoqpDWDs

And if you want to see my other videos, you could maybe subscribe to my channel to get notified of new videos JUST LIKE THE ONE ABOVE?? #suggestion.

My channel URL is here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSrssYmcmokYV0Q6A4sMRNQ

Or, if you know you need my book in your life RIGHT NOW, you can find His Little Earthling here on Amazon.

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Lots of love, AND ICE CREAM AND AIR CONDITIONING!!
Katie xxxx

Bonus Scene From His Little Earthling!

Hi everyone,

This is my contribution to WipItUp Wednesday, the blog hop where authors share excerpts from their works in progress and newly-published work. Today, I’m sharing a bonus scene from His Little Earthling that I wrote after I finished the rest of the story as I was trying to work on an area of my writing. I imagine this scene happens around a couple of weeks after the end of the story, but there’s no spoilers here. I guess it’s a self-contained short story.

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Sarah twirled her fingers around her hair nervously as she walked out of the school’s main entrance. The white note pinned to her jacket was conspicuous in her peripheral vision, and warmth rushed to her cheeks as she saw Ral waiting for her on the pavement. The one day he arrived on time to collect her had to be today.

She saw his smile fall as his eyes landed on the note pinned to her uniform, and her tummy flip-flopped with butterflies. If only she could make it disappear, but she knew that Miss Juniper, the art teacher, only wrote the note as extra humiliation. She would have already sent a message to Ral’s tablet, telling him exactly what Sarah had done. Destroying the note would probably only get Sarah into more trouble.

Sarah’s feet didn’t want to move very fast toward Ral, but eventually she was standing right in front of him and could avoid her fate no longer.

He shook his head in disbelief. “A note? You have a note pinned to your uniform? Who even wastes paper on that?”

Sarah could only stare at the pavement as she floundered for an explanation.

Ral lifted the note slightly to read it, and his expression darkened. “Throwing red paint over Laila… what were you thinking? She’s one of your best friends! Wait until we get home, young lady,” Ral said in a low voice. She hoped they could leave before Laila’s daddy or master showed up to collect her. The idea of being punished by one of them, as well as Ral, was unthinkable.

He practically dragged her down the street to their new apartment and once they got inside, he locked the door behind them. Sarah put her books down on the coffee table and looked at him, anxious to explain her side of the story.

“Laila was mean! She painted a picture of her, Riela and me, and she made me look like an elephant!”

“That doesn’t sound like something she would do. What was the assignment?” Ral asked.

“To trace a photo from our tablet screens onto tracing paper, then to turn that into a painting.”

“She copied a photo and you got mad enough to throw paint at her?” Ral repeated in disbelief. Sarah flushed red and tears filled her eyes as she realized that she’d overreacted.

“She didn’t have to do such an… accurate job! Miss Juniper saw it and told her how good it was, how realistic, and then she called the entire class around to see it, and they were all telling Laila how true to life it looked. It’s not fair! I don’t want to know how fat everyone thinks I am!” She began to cry. He folded his arms.

“Young lady, I have told you before, you are not allowed to say mean things about yourself. I love your shape and size and I wish you did, too. I never thought I would have to make a rule that explicitly banned you from covering your friends in paint, but apparently I do. You behaved deplorably today, and if Flin and Basil want to punish you themselves I won’t stand in the way.”

“Please, Daddy, no, don’t let them, you mustn’t…” Sarah couldn’t bear the idea of anyone else spanking her. It was bad enough that the teachers were allowed to cane her at school.

“Do I need to gag you? Do you even know if that paint is going to wash out of Laila’s uniform? Or, will I have to pay to replace it because of your behavior? Take your panties down and bend over the ironing board.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Sarah reached under her short, pleated school skirt and slid her white cotton panties down, then stepped out of them and placed them in the laundry pile. Hesitantly, she walked to the ironing board, feeling the air against her sex as she moved. She bent over it, knowing this was going to be bad. All things considered, she wished she’d never looked at Laila’s drawing, let alone dumped a cup of crimson paint over her head.

Ral ran a hand from the top of her knee-high socks to the place where her skirt began, making Sarah quiver in anticipation. His touch made her skin tingle and she sighed inadvertently. He gently turned her skirt back and Sarah’s breath hitched in her throat.

There was a split-second where Sarah wondered if he was going to use the dreaded wooden spoon or his hand.

His palm landed on her bottom, hard, with a loud crack, and the room resounded with it. Inside her bottom, the instant sting exploded and she gasped as the force slammed her body against the ironing board.

“You turned Laila’s hair, face and shirt red. I’m going to turn your bottom red, little girl.” He brought his hand down on her other cheek with the same amount of force, and her skin burned where he spanked her. He landed swats evenly across her cheeks at a fast pace, and Sarah gripped the ironing board tightly as she wished she’d never picked up a paint pot today. He swatted both cheeks at the same time as his large hand caught her sit-spot, and the sting seemed to echo all around her bottom hole as he did it again.

Soon, Sarah was crying as the burning reached a crescendo and started to make her nipples harden. It hurt so much, but at the same time, her core was coming alive as the pain turned into a heat that pooled within her.

Under Ral’s measured punishment, Sarah’s nerve endings glowed and she wiggled to try and get the sting out, as it built up to an angry burn throughout her bottom cheeks that accompanied a pang of desire. She wanted him to take her, now, over the ironing board, so she could explode again and again on his large cock. Each new swat filled her with more need, even as her bottom felt like it was about to ignite.

Her tears of regret and sorrow mingled with her arousal, and soon it was all she could do to try and stay in position.

At long last, he stopped, and Sarah caught her breath over the ironing board. Embarrassingly, her pussy was soaked.

“Now, little lady, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to—” She stopped mid-sentence as Ral cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. “Okay, I did mean to throw it over her, but I shouldn’t have done it.”

“No, you shouldn’t. You will call her and apologize once your chastisement is over. Next, however, I’m going to punish your bottom hole.”

“Oh, please, Daddy, no. I’ll never do it again.” Sarah’s eyes widened as she remembered the last time he had punished her bottom hole, and she flushed with shame at the memory.

“You committed the crime, now you do the time,” he told her in a stern voice. He went away for a moment, and when he returned, he held a large butt plug in front of her face, then walked around behind her and put a steadying hand on her lower back.

“This is going to stay in your bottom hole until I decide otherwise. If you take it out without permission, I’ll find something worse to put in there.”

“I won’t touch it, Daddy,” Sarah said quickly, even though she didn’t even know if such a large plug would fit. She felt him press it against her bottom, slick with lubricant, as it opened her bottom hole up widely.

“Bear down on it and let it in,” he coached her. She tried her best, but it seemed to take forever anyway, and every inch that it went inside seemed to stretch her wider.

Once it was finally in, her bottom closed around the stem and Ral patted the base, making Sarah whimper. Sensing her discomfort, Ral swatted her haunches, once on each cheek, setting the plug painfully in motion for a moment, reminding her that this punishment could always get worse.

Deep inside her rear channel, however, the plug ignited her nerves and filled her body with tingles, intensifying her need for release. She wished she could rub herself on something until she came, to relieve the pressure building within her as her clit throbbed persistently.

“Next time you empty a paint pot, it’s gonna be on an artwork or down a drain. Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.”

“Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.” Dazed and still sniffling, Sarah trudged to the correct corner and clasped her hands behind her back, pressing her nose against the wall, where the flames in her bottom were overtaken by the strong need to feel him inside her.

The plug remained in her bottom forever, announcing its presence with a dull ache, and she couldn’t distract herself for long from the fact there was a large lump of plastic in her ass. At the same time, her clit was still begging for a climax, but in her current position, she couldn’t do anything about that. As she tried to remain still, the plug became sore and it was all she could do not to just drag it out and throw it on the floor. Convinced that she would never be mean to her best friend again, Sarah tried to think about how she would apologize to Laila, and by the time Ral called her back to him, she was walking very carefully, trying not to incite the unyielding plug into any further soreness.

“You will keep the plug in while you call Laila and apologize.”

“But she’ll know when she sees me! I don’t know how, but she’ll know!” Sarah protested.

“You should have thought about that before you covered her in paint.” Ral was unyielding. He handed Sarah her tablet and waited for her to send a call to Laila. When Laila’s 3D image appeared in front of the tablet, Sarah flinched then stared at the floor.

“I’m s’posed to apologize,” Sarah said, as warmth flooded her face and tears of shame prickled her eyes.

“It’s okay. It washed out,” Laila said, as though such things were normal and expected.

“I’m still sorry I did it. I just couldn’t stand seeing how everyone else saw me. But it’s not your fault.”

“I’m sorry too. I should have asked you before using that photo in our art class, I had so many pictures of pretty flowers, or maybe Arctic foxes, or teppalas. I could have used any of those instead without hurting your feelings. I know I can be really annoying and stupid, but can you forgive me?” It was just like Laila to apologize when someone else threw paint over her. Sarah felt a rush of emotion for her friend as she realized that anyone else would probably never speak to her again for exploding like that, but since Laila did stuff like that on a regular basis, she understood.

Sarah started crying, then Laila did, and Sarah shook her head fervently.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset, but even when I did, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. And you’re not annoying or stupid,” Sarah said, then she cringed slightly as the plug in her ass started to gnaw at her insides. Laila raised an eyebrow suspiciously, and Sarah was sure she knew why she’d flinched, but Laila said nothing.

Once the call was over, Sarah turned to face Ral.

“All right, little one. You’ve taken your punishment well, and you’ve made up with your friend. I forgive you. Bend over, and I’ll take the plug out.”

“Oh, thank fuck for that!” Sarah declared, then clapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, I meant to say, thank-you, Daddy,”

He shook his head but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“You’re not allowed to swear, young lady, you know that. For your pottymouth, you can keep the plug in for an extra five minutes. Get your nose back in that corner.”

Sarah’s clit demanded attention and her nipples felt so sensitive as they pressed against her bra. It always turned her on when Ral asserted his dominance over her. Still, she gave him a resigned sigh as she nodded and returned to the corner. Five more minutes of this evil plug was a horrible prospect. All the same, wetness trickled from her sadistic pussy as she touched her nose against the wall again. Her bottom ached inside and out, reminding her that she was completely under Ral’s control.

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You can get His Little Earthling here.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Father’s day or Daddy’s day?

Hi all,

So my book is out now, and while I was making my book adverts, I got an email from LittleForBig, my favorite online store that makes apparel for ABDLs and littles. I love their products! This email has unexpectedly changed my outlook on life (so get ready… although it probably won’t change yours).

Anyway, all week I’ve been getting these promotional emails from companies wanting to flog father’s day at me. I live in England, but I live most of my online existence on American sites, so I get this twice a year (heaven forbid they synch holidays), for about two weeks each time. Add two mother’s days, and that’s about eight weeks of the year where I get it rubbed in my face that my parents are dead. That’s if we don’t count Christmas, which has its associated traumas (I’m not being dramatic; I have PTSD). That’s eight weeks of the year where I’m unnecessarily and starkly reminded of the life I never got to live.

So, usually, when anything is emblazoned with the word “father’s” beside the word “day” I either delete it, unread, if it’s an email, or I click “hide advert” or “hide post” on social media. There are entire aisles of the supermarket to avoid, too.

Why, then, did I open an email marked, “daddy’s day” without knowing what it was? First, it was from LittleForBig and I couldn’t imagine them trying to sell people adult baby regalia for their *actual* fathers. Second, I was intrigued by the wording of the subject line.

It was pure genius. I’ve opened some great emails this week but I think this one wins out (I’ve since discovered that Daddy’s Day is a Thing… but I didn’t know).

You see, before today, I always thought father’s day was only for people with actual parents who did family things. It never occurred to me that this day (or days) could be taken for those of us in a consenting, adult relationship with a grownup.

I’ve said before that I’m moving to Asia soon. When I do, British father’s day will no longer be something I have to think about, but, unless I quit being on the Internet, American father’s day will be there, still.

So, I’m sorry if this offends any of you. And, I am aware that most people have parents, and use these holidays to honor and respect them, but I don’t, so I LOVE that this is a thing.

Apparently, it took a mass-distributed newsletter promo email to show me that this day can be celebrated by ageplaying orphans, too. My Daddy does a lot of stuff that, rightly, would be the job of my actual parents.

Whenever I have a disaster and I’m away from home, he is always on the other end of the phone. So much so that I’ve been in BIG trouble before for not answering when he calls. Remember how I said about my second worst spanking of the year (yep, that’s a link to my only first-hand spanking account)? The first worst spanking this year was for hanging up the phone on my Daddy. Three times. In quick succession. Then I turned my phone off for an hour. I don’t know that I’ll ever feel like writing about that as a real-life account, although it’s partly made its way into one of my books.

He also sets boundaries, buys me little treats, sends me nice thoughts, and encourages me when I’m scared. He is patient when I am crying (again) about something I did or forgot to do or tried to do (badly), he is usually a little less patient when I’m spitting sparks about something, and he is always there when I’ve burnt my hand on the oven or been scratched by a rabbit or when I’m over-tired and cranky.  So I think it’s only right that he gets the appreciation that he deserves on this special day.

And that’s why I am borrowing this holiday, claiming it for all the littles, and celebrating it with my book release.

Happy Daddy’s Day!

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Lots of love,
Katie xxxx