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