Mischief Under the Mistletoe is out NOW!

I hope you’re ready for the biggest Christmas spanking anthology of 2017, because it’s here! Not eleven, not twelve, not thirteen, but FOURTEEN authors got together to bring you this AMAZING anthology!

Here’s the blurb:

Mischief Under the Mistletoe: Fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.

My story is “His Christmas Baby” and it’s about Chloe, a traumatized young lady who is guided through an ageplay journey by her dom, Bradley. Here’s an excerpt:

“C’mon, little bunny, let’s go home and have some Christmas dinner.”

“Can’t we play out a little longer? Please?” Chloe begged.

“All right. But no more hide and seek.”

“That’s fine. TAG! You’re it!” She tapped his arm, shrieked with laughter, and tried to run away, but Bradley caught up with her easily.

“Tag,” he said, then swatted her bottom. She giggled and went after him. Every time she tagged him, he caught up with her and spanked her ass. It was the most fun she’d ever had playing tag. Tired out from all the running, she wasn’t surprised when he barreled into her and she landed face down on the soft ground.

He straddled her body, and swatted her bottom, hard. The sting went straight to her clit, awakening her body and making her nipples harden.

“Tag,” he murmured. “You’re it.”

She wiggled her bottom slightly, touching against his semi-hard cock, and replied, “Tag, you’re it.”

He landed another fiery spank on her ass and her clit throbbed as it tingled with desire.

“Tag,” he said in a dominant, primal growl. She giggled as her pussy clenched.

She flexed one of her arms and managed to touch his foot.

He swatted her ass again, making her moan with need as her core was flooded with glowing sensations and her clit beat in time with her pulse. She tried to raise one of her legs to tag him, but she couldn’t quite reach.

“Do you give up, little girl?” he asked sweetly. She nodded, rubbing her hair in the fallen leaves leftover from autumn. He swatted her bottom again then got off her. He scooped her up in his strong arms, repositioning her so she was cradled by him, and she rested her arms around his strong shoulders.

“I need to take you home and show you what happens to little girls who like to play tag with Daddy’s cock,” he whispered, and she shuddered in anticipation as he carried her the short distance to their home. Never had she felt so protected, so loved, and so turned on, all at the same time. She loved her daddy so much.

* * *

Need it now? There’s also stories by Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Kelly Dawson, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Gracie Malling, Brandy Golden, Shelly Douglas, Jaye Elise, Sheri Lynn, Joelle Casteel, Molly Alvarado, and Kathryn R. Blake! It’s only $0.99 for a few days, then it goes up to $6.99, so get your copy while you can!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078BPBG49

A Strapping Excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman!

It’s WIP it up Wednesday, the blog hop where we share works in progress or recently published! Here’s my contribution:

My latest story, Reformed by the Scotsman, came out on Saturday, and I’ve got another exciting excerpt for you here. It’s the morning after Adeline breaks a window (and cuts her hand on broken glass) trying to escape from Edward’s house in Edinburgh.

Beautiful cover art by Korey Mae Johnson.

***

After breakfast, Edward took Adeline into the drawing room and bade her stand before his desk.

“Do you know why you are being punished?” he prompted. It was bloody obvious, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes. I damaged your window while I was trying to leave. I’m awfully sorry, you know.”

It was impossible to repress his laughter that time. “The bally idea that I gave a hoot about the pane of glass! You are being punished because you paid no mind to your own safety, both in breaking the glass and in attempting to climb out of a second floor window. Are you aware of the height of the ceilings in this house? They are fifteen feet! Including the height from the floor to the windowledge in the guestroom, that’s a thirty-three-foot drop to the ground. Do you know what happens if you fall from that height onto hard pavement?”

She shook her head.

“You would quite probably die.” He let that sink in. “Bend over my desk, I am going to use the tawse. It seemed to be moderately effective yesterday; I think you just need more of it.”

To his surprise, she got into the prescribed position without any argument, and once she was there, it was a simple matter to fold back the silk chemise before he slid her knickers down. She had a lovely, heart-shaped bottom, with cute dimples at the top.

He would love to spend hours caressing that delightful rear, teasing the white skin, and gently swatting her sit spots until she was writhing with desire and begging him to fill her with his manhood. He was already growing hard from considering the things he’d like to do with her while she was in this position.

Not today, however. Today was about her dangerous behavior. He picked up the two-tailed leather strap and walked around behind her. He lined it up on her bottom then drew it back and smartly spanked her sit-spot with a loud crack.

She drew a breath and he was pleased that her bottom seemed to take on a red stripe almost immediately. She was so resistant to showing him when she was in pain, but he saw her adamantly fighting her own responses. The swat had undoubtedly taken effect. He slowly counted to ten in his head, then brought the tawse down on her cheeks once more. She uttered a slight moan then stifled it. If he were to get past her pride so he might change her without breaking her, she was going to require careful handling.

Barely counting to three, he landed the tawse slightly above the last stroke, and she issued a strangled cry. He suspected that, in her case, there was a very fine line between what would be effective in improving her behavior and what would be too extreme, but eight strokes would suffice this time, he decided, as he aimed the fourth one over the crest of her buttocks, then waited again as she began to breathe more heavily. He heard the effort it was taking for her to stop herself from making a fuss, and decided now was a good time for a change of pace.

The next two were spaced out, slow, and he had time to appreciate the sight before him. Her glowing bottom had taken on a delightful shade of pink, contrasting wonderfully with her pale skin above and beneath. Between her legs, he eyed the little line, like a split peach, where her sex stood out between her sparse blonde fur. It seemed to glisten slightly with her juices, and he felt his own arousal rising harder as he contemplated her, positioned over his desk like this.

“Punishment becomes you,” he murmured, then brought the tawse down once more. She yelped this time, and again at the last stroke. He left her over his desk for a moment. He was pleased that she was responding to this treatment; yesterday she would have been trying to run away by this point in her correction.

***

And if you want to know more, you can get the book here

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Reformed by the Scotsman is Out Now!

I am super-duper-loop-the-looper-ally-ooper excited to announce that Reformed by the Scotsman is out now!
Here’s the beautiful cover by Korey Mae Johnson:

Here’s the blurb:
When her scandalous behavior finally forces her wealthy parents to take drastic action, twenty-two-year-old Adeline Hawthorne is sent to Edinburgh to live in the home of her father’s friend Edward Wolstanton. The stern Scotsman is tasked with correcting the recalcitrant young lady by any means necessary, and it isn’t long before Adeline is taken over Edward’s knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking.

Though she quickly discovers that her new guardian will not hesitate to punish her as thoroughly and shamefully as he sees fit–even stripping her completely and applying a leather tawse to her bare bottom when she attempts to escape his custody–Edward’s firm-handed dominance arouses Adeline deeply. She soon finds herself wondering what it would be like to have such a man as her husband, but will he ever see her as more than a wayward girl in need of reform?

Publisher’s Note: Reformed by the Scotsman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

You can find it here on Amazon.com or here on Amazon.co.uk

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.

* * *

“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.

* * *

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

captured by the highlanders katie douglas spanking romance novel

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!
Not on Amazon? Get it in all these other places, too!
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/

And, there’s more! You can also win a $50 Amazon.com voucher to celebrate the launch! Enter here:

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Sneak peek! His Little Earthling is out on Saturday!

How’s your week so far? Mine is busy, busy, busy! This week for WipItUp Wednesday, I have another exciting preview from His Little Earthling and I also now have the cover to share with you! In this sneak peek, Sarah is about to get a really big punishment for doing something very naughty, but she makes it worse for herself by hiding in a cupboard.

When he grasped the sleeve of her dress, she contorted out of it and climbed over the half-wall between her room and the living room, then ran into the kitchen. She was halfway inside one of the big cupboards beneath the countertop when she felt a firm grip on one of her feet. Kicking free, she got inside the cupboard and wriggled as far back as she could.

This seemed like a good place to live. There was food, air… what else did anyone need? Sure, the air was actually a little thin, and for some reason she was having difficulty breathing, and the shelf above was digging uncomfortably into her hip, but that was all fine details. If she didn’t leave the cupboard, she would never have to face Ral again. To her surprise, instead of reaching in to pull her out, he stepped back.

“Sarah, I’m very disappointed with you right now.” His voice sounded far away.

“I’m sorry.” It would have been so much more meaningful if she hadn’t been jammed into a kitchen cupboard trying to get away from an unknown but terrifying punishment. On one level, she knew that Ral was only trying to clear things between them, and that she deserved this, but on a more primal level, she didn’t want to find out what was supposed to happen next. Especially now that she was in more trouble.

“You’ve got two options. If you come out of there of your own accord, you’ll get exactly what I planned for you, plus the hand spanking. If I have to drag you out, I’ll be obliged to add the spoon as well. It’s not safe to climb into cupboards like this; the base is far more likely to give way if I have to wrestle you out.”

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. Just come out like a good—well, not exactly a good girl, but less bad than if you stay put.”

“I meant I’m scared about the punishment.” She felt that living in a cupboard was a much better option.

“Would I do anything to harm you?”

Sarah considered this for a moment before she answered. “No, but there’s a whole plethora of really owwie things you’d do that are completely harmless!”

“So how many of those do I need to add before you come out?”

She shook her head fervently. “None! Subtract some!”

Ral sighed. “Why do you always do everything backwards? Why do you always make your life so difficult? I’ve given you everything you needed to settle into this world and I’ve shown you what you need to do for yourself, and every time I look away for a moment, you do the opposite.”

“Maybe I know how to do stuff too!” Sarah grumbled. “I saved you, didn’t I?”

“By sheer bloody luck! Your first attempt was to find some gangsters in the most dangerous part of town, was it not?”

Sarah glared at his knees from her hiding place.

“At least I did something. If I was your perfect girl I would’ve just stood here, wringing my hands and not knowing what to do. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Well I can’t apologize for that, because that girl would still be here wondering where you’d got to. And you’d have starved to death by now.”

“Elves don’t need to eat or drink that often. We can turn the air around us into energy for most of our needs. I’d have still been fine in a week or two.”

“And would Little Miss Perfect have found you in a week? Or would she have been too busy ironing her size-zero school uniform, doing her homework and practicing fitting large objects into her mouth?”

“Okay, young lady, you’ve had ample time to come out of your own accord, I’m calling an end to these shenanigans.” Before Sarah said anything further, Ral’s enormous hands reached in and closed around her waist, then she felt herself sliding towards the rest of Ral. When she was out far enough to see the weary expression on his face, she sighed.

He paid no mind to that, and instead tipped her over one of his broad shoulders, where he landed some sharp swats to her sit-spot with his hand before she heard him open a drawer.

What’s in the drawer? Anyone want to hazard a guess? While you’re wondering, here’s the cover which was designed by the ever-talented Korey Mae Johnson:

I am in love with this cover!

His Little Earthling is out on Saturday and in the meantime, book 1 in the series, Her Daddy and Her Master, is discounted to $0.99; you can find it here.

Just add icing.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Erotica Words for Spanking and Anal Sex Writers in BDSM Erotic Romance

As part of my series on writing spanking erotic romance stories, which I write about on Tuesdays, I wanted to talk about the butt today, or rather, words you can use to write about the bottom!

There are an abundance of erotica dictionaries and romance dictionaries on Amazon, (and really, they’re a thesaurus for sex words). I bought some of them (I won’t name and shame), and I was surprised to find they lacked an important set of words that spanking authors need: Bottom words and words to do with anal sex! I guess BDSM authors will have the same problem if they write anal/spanking scenes.

Writing a successful spanking scene depends on being able to describe what is going on in a way that doesn’t jar readers or confuse them, and sometimes when I’m writing a BDSM scene or a spanking story, I find I just can’t think of the exact word that I wanted to use to describe the bottom!

To help everyone out, here’s some useful erotica words especially for spanking writers and anal sex authors. Because the butt is a very interesting thing, and everyone should have lots of words for it! Where some of these are two-word descriptors, they’re not exhaustive, and there’s lots of scope for mix-and-match combos here!

I’ve tried to give a little context about how frequently you can get away with using these words; common words can be used at least once in a paragraph, less common words should be used less frequently, rare words (in my opinion) generally don’t read well but sometimes they can work, depending on what you’re writing. For example, in a sci-fi spanking romance, derriere probably wouldn’t work, but in a French historical spanking romance, it would be an awesome word to throw in occasionally. Bear in mind that this is all my opinion and your mileage may differ when it comes to word choice!

The greater butt area:
Common/frequent use words: Bottom, ass, cheeks.
Less common: Butt, behind, buttocks, rear, haunches, backside, posterior, rump, seat, globes.
Rare: Derriere, mounds, buns, tail, sit-upon, glutes, gluteus maximus, cleft between the cheeks.
Ageplay-specific: Tushie, botty, bum.
British: Bum, arse, crack, beam end.

The anus opening:
Common/frequent use words: Bottom, ass, ass hole, hole, rear opening, rear entrance.
Less common: Ring of muscle, rosebud, puckered hole, least-used opening.
Rare: Anus, sphincter.
British: Arse hole.

Inside the anus:
Common/frequent use words: Back/rear passage.
Less common: Rear tunnel/channel, bowels, gut, colon, inner sphincter (there’s two), prostate.

Things the anus does:
Clenches, quivers, shudders, expels, opens, tightens, contracts, pulses/winks, squeezes.

Words to describe hand spankings:
Commonly/frequently: Spanked, swatted, reddened, landed.
Less common: Pawed, smacked, cracked (as in, his palm cracked), peppered, blows, flurry of (swats/blows/spanks), punished.

Places that get spanked:
Commonly/frequently: cheeks, sit-spot, thighs, top of the thighs.
Less common: Clit, inner thighs, the area around the ass hole, the sulcus muscle (where the thighs meet the butt cheeks), palm of the hand.

There are probably plenty more than this, if I think of any others, I’ll update this list! Got any more? Add them in the comments!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Articles in this series:
Spanking writing prompts
Erotic romance: Where should the story begin?
The main spanking scenarios for spanking erotic romance writers
Erotica words for spanking and anal sex writers in BDSM erotic romance
Naming the characters in your BDSM erotic romance
How to make a Twitter advert for erotic romance authors
How to make your erotica or erotic romance advert shine!

Katie Reads… A Switching from Sharing the Princess

It’s another YouTube video! I uploaded this yesterday, and I was going to make this the post for the weekend, but I didn’t want to reschedule yesterday’s post because I made a pretty picture to go with it. I always think video posts are a bit of a cop-out, because it feels like I don’t really have to write much. In other news, there are now Tuesday updates on my blog, discussing writing topics for erotic romance and erotica. Friday/Saturday updates are the same as usual and are always BDSM/spanking/romance/ageplay sorta themed.
Anyway, onto the Princess who got shared and spanked. A lot. There are so many spankings in this book that it was difficult to know which one to pick to read to you all, but eventually I settled for one near the end of the book, when Cedric and Lea are spending time alone after a bunch of HUUUGE events in their kingdom. She’s giving him attitude (or maybe even bratitude), and of course, he’s not going to stand for that sort of thing, so he switches her soundly with a willow switch.

You can find the video here: https://youtu.be/bH_ugQ8IvRo

And the book is on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06ZZVBCWR

And in case you missed the stunning book cover, it’s here:

Don’t forget to hit ‘like’ and ‘subscribe’ to get more FREE excerpts of my books read aloud by me (it’s a good excuse for me to charge my camera battery… that’s my story and I’m sticking to it)! Subscribe to my channel and I will subscribe back if you have a spanking or BDSM or ageplay or erotica writing themed channel! Especially if it has all of those things! Only 18+ allowed.

And on the topic of what’s allowed and what isn’t, to answer this recurring question: Yes, my husband does know I make these videos and I am permitted to do them. He knows all.*
*It’s a well known fact that daddies are psychic.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A Sexy Spanking Extract From Sharing The Princess

Sharing the Princess came out last week, and today’s post is a sexy extract from one of spanking scenes. In this one, Cedric is teaching Elspeth a lesson because she was topping from the bottom:

He leaned over her, and she felt his cock stir beneath her belly as he murmured into her ear, “I think you should go and stand in the corner and think about how much I’m going to spank you for topping from the bottom.” This time, she could hear the authority in his voice.

He helped her carefully up off his knee, and she went to stand where he’d told her. It wasn’t technically a corner, complained a thought at the back of her mind. She was actually against a flat wall flanked on one side by an ivy-covered marble statue of an ancient goddess with no arms.

Maybe she should have been less critical. She had, of course, met people in the past who hadn’t dished out a spanking in their lives. However, none of them had ever wanted to spank someone, and more to the point, none of them had ever wanted to spank her. She wondered if there was any way she could give him pointers without undermining him. If only Lea was amenable to the idea, Elspeth knew she could show Cedric what to do on Lea’s bottom. It wasn’t going to help right now, though.

She tried to feel even a tiny bit submissive, but it was so far against her nature that she struggled without some outside help. She’d submitted before, years ago, but it had been bondage, not spanking, that had piqued her interest back then. In the intervening years, she’d grown quite fond of spanking other people. Ben was the only man she’d ever permitted to spank her, and his dominance radiated from every inch of his perfectly formed body. She tried to think about how she had felt when Ben had corrected her. When he’d held her down with his huge paws, powered by those devastating biceps, her pussy had gotten so wet. Soon she was feeling more submissive. A tingling sensation shot through her core as she remembered Ben’s hand landing on her bottom.

“Come here, please, Elspeth.” Cedric’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Elspeth turned and walked toward him. “Tell me why I’m spanking you,” he instructed her.

Elspeth tried not to giggle as her face began to flush. Where had that feeling come from? Did she really feel embarrassed about how she had behaved? She almost never felt embarrassed about anything. Ashamed, occasionally, but never outright humiliation.

“Because I was topping from the bottom while you were trying to spank me,” she said in a small voice.

He pulled her over his knee and turned her skirt back, and this time, it stayed where he put it. She felt his hand caress her cheeks through her panties. Before she could suggest that he might want to pull her underwear down, she felt his hand land on her bottom. It was much harder this time, and she gasped involuntarily. He rubbed her skin again, and the warmth was vivid even through her briefs. He spanked her slowly, five or six times, pausing between each swat and sending tingles to her clit as he massaged her bottom. She felt his cock stirring under her, and she moaned with desire. What he lacked in forcefulness, he more than made up for in sensuality. A finger dived between the waistband of her panties and her slightly spanked skin, and he slid her underwear down. Her cheeks felt the cool air, then his hand swatted her again, a little harder and faster this time, making her roll her hips as she felt her cheeks starting to warm up. He paused again, and his caresses made her arch her back and try to grind her pussy into his leg.

“You have been a very, very naughty girl, and you’re going to have to make amends by sucking my cock then letting me claim that bottom hole of yours. Has anyone ever been back there?” His voice was heavy with obvious lust, and Elspeth felt a little liquid trickling out of her wet channel as she heard how turned on he’d gotten from spanking her.

“Yes.” She was mildly amused by the idea that she might be any kind of virgin after the life she’d led, but he wasn’t to know, and his earnest gallantness was endearing.

He spanked her bottom again, and her skin tingled where his hand had touched her. Then a finger dived into her pussy before he used her own juices to lubricate her ass. She had just enough time to be surprised at the sudden invasion, then he withdrew his finger again.

“I’m a knight, so that’ll be, ‘Yes, sir,’ from now on. Do you understand?” His words made her melt slightly, as she realized he was really doing this. Another swat to her bottom made Elspeth squeak.

“Yes, sir.” Her clit twitched as she spoke.

“Good girl.” He resumed spanking her at a much faster pace than before, and although his swats weren’t very hard, they built up fast. Elspeth soon had to catch her breath while her bared bottom burned.

When Cedric stopped, he tipped her upright and gently rubbed her stinging cheeks, then he unbuttoned his pants. His cock sprang out and it was just as hard and thick as the time Elspeth had caned him. She got down on her knees on the flagstones and leaned forward. His huge cock was pulsating and glowing in the eerie light, and when she opened her mouth to take him inside her, the musky taste made her pussy yearn to be filled more than ever. She moved her head down on his shaft and felt his tip touch the back of her soft palate. It must have been years since she last sucked anyone’s cock, but now she remembered how much she enjoyed it. Why had she stopped submitting to anyone? When had that happened? She had always loved the rush of seizing control of someone, but at some point she had forgotten that she needed to balance that out, or the power went to her head. Was that why she’d practically thrown herself at Ben a few days ago? Because after five years of being queen, she needed to stop being in charge for an hour or two?

As she twirled her tongue around Cedric’s shaft, she tried not to shake her head. Ben was hot, any red-blooded woman would have done the same if he’d bent them over a table and firmly disciplined their bottom. And although she was remorseful for fucking Lea without asking Ben, it had been worth it. Lea was damn sexy, even without being paired with the hottest blacksmith in the kingdom.

Cedric was hot too. And he seemed to fit with her so well, in a number of different ways. His cock was the perfect size for this. He seized the back of her head and his member went further down her throat, making long-unused nerve endings tickle as she let him move her along the length of his cock.

He kept going for several delicious minutes before he slowly slid her away from him, then he held her face at arm’s length and regarded her.

“You did that nicely. Maybe if you take my cock in your ass without a fuss, I’ll let you come on it.”

Buy Sharing the Princess now on Amazon.com!

Lots of Love,
Katie xxxx

Exciting News! New fantasy menage out soon!

It’s that time again! I blighted literature once more by attempting to write something. For those of you who are into that sort of thing (books, I mean), there’s a new one coming out this Easter weekend, and it’s a cracker.

It’s a fairytale story set in a magical kingdom about a golden-haired princess who wants to marry a blacksmith, and an evil queen who isn’t so evil after all, and a knight who tries to rescue the princess, because he gets a bit confused. They’re all over 18, of course (I mention this because you can never tell with princesses), and much spanking and menage-y goodness ensues.

I haven’t got a blurb for it yet, so I took the liberty of writing one myself:

When valiant knight Cedric arrives at the evil queen Elspeth’s castle ready to rescue the princess Leandrina, he is in for a big surprise. Not only is the princess not kidnapped, she is in fact set on marrying a handsome blacksmith, Ben, and they’re both very good friends with the evil queen, who isn’t so very evil after all. But Cedric faces a dilemma; he was promised half the kingdom as well as Lea’s hand in marriage if she were safely returned to her father, the king of a nearby country. While Cedric is happy for Lea to marry whomever she likes, he needs that money to rescue his brother who is being held ransom. When the queen canes him and imprisons him in her dungeon for attempting to steal Lea away, he is at a loss about how to rescue his brother. To make matters worse, he finds he’s falling in love with the beautiful, dominant queen Elspeth, who appears to also be in love with Lea and Ben. But when Cedric finds his own dominant side starting to emerge, can he find it within himself to command respect from a princess and a queen?

In a nearby cottage, Princess Leandrina is struggling to learn her new role in life. She cast aside her upper class life in a castle, preferring to live in the village with her beloved, dominant blacksmith Ben. When she jeopardizes that, however, Ben shows her that he has no compunction about bending her over the kitchen table and administering strict discipline to her bared bottom. No matter how hard she fights Ben, Elspeth and Cedric, she will be shown how to submit to them. Only then can she find her happily ever after. 

Will any of them get together? Obviously!* It’s more of a question of how often, with whom, and (since Cedric and Elspeth are both switches) in what configuration! I’ll leave that for you to speculate upon, until the book comes out.

*This is romance; a happy ending is guaranteed, unless you’re JoJo Moyes or David Nicholls, who incidentally are persona non grata on my bookshelf. I want my happily ever after to be iron-clad with none of that depressing people-die-at-the-end nonsense.

Lastly, I’ve seen the cover art for this one, and OH MY FREAKING GOD IT IS BREATHTAKING. I still don’t know what the title’s going to be, so once I’ve got a picture of the cover art with the finalized title, you’ll be the first to know what it looks like!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx