Katie Reads… His Naughty Little Housewife

What a week this hasn’t been!

If everything had gone according to plan I’d be revealing some exciting news about my latest book today (see also: last week), but sadly that is not the case due to an unfortunate turn of events. Sorry.

But I’ve got four other books you can read instead. Or you could hear me read them to you! That’s right, I’ve got you another Katie Reads video, where I read an excerpt from one of my books. It’s over on YouTube right here:

His Naughty Little Housewife | Katie Reads

It seems like there should have been another week before I published this video; isn’t February such a strange month, being so fleeting? Perhaps in a few centuries, it will have grown up to be the same size as all the other months.
Also, I have only just this minute realized that Valentine’s Day is the half-way point of February… I wonder whether that was intentional. Who even decides when all the special days fall? I want to write to them. They need to put more holidays between August and December, and also between January and Easter. Which reminds me, this coming Tuesday is TOTALLY pancake day! After my dentist fixed my tooth this afternoon, I went straight to the supermarket and got my maple syrup all ready for pancakes (ironic, I know, but it was on sale at 1/5 of the usual high price, which never usually happens)! I always miss Shrove Tuesday and end up getting pancakes on the Wednesday (or sometimes, Thursday, Friday or Saturday…), but I’m resolved that’s not going to happen this year.

Love,
Katie xxxx

I hate housework!

I hate housework.

That probably comes as a surprise, particularly if you’ve read An Old Fashioned Homestead, His Naughty Little Housewife and Mastered by the Highlanders, but it’s true. I’d rather sit on my computer or visit with my friends than do housework, I find it dull as ditchwater.

Unless I’m doing it for someone else.

It was a phenomenon I first noticed when I worked at McDonald’s, a few months before I finally figured out that BDSM was a thing and that it was ok to be submissive. My own room in a shared house was always a complete mess; I would regularly forget to put my laundry away, make my bed, etc, but when I was working, on someone else’s time, I would regularly go above and beyond to make sure everything was perfect.

When I moved in with someone for the first time, I noticed the same thing; I was a badass at keeping their house clean. I can’t do it for myself, I just don’t care enough because I can invariably find whatever I’ve lost if it’s all on the floor, but I really go to town for other people. I create entire rituals out of making the house perfect when I think it will make someone happy.

I think it’s precisely because I hate it that I find so much joy in doing it. It’s a way of showing someone how much I care about them. I care about them enough to do something I didn’t particularly want to do and to enjoy doing it because I didn’t want to do it, but I did it anyway to make someone else happy because I hate it so much and I’ve spared them from having to clean their house. I think there’s more to it than that, but I can’t quite make the connection to the next part.

I guess it’s something I don’t see BDSM internet people talking about very much, although I don’t know why that’s the case. Do people think service-oriented BDSM is far less obviously sexy than sex-related BDSM? I find that odd, though, because (at least, for me) it’s emotionally satisfying in a different way to sex. I think it’s because I enjoy sex so much that it doesn’t feel like a selfless act, I don’t feel like I’m doing it for someone else, even when it’s only about them, but housework is different.

I love sex, and I very much want to have children soon, but if sex got banned tomorrow, I could quite happily live my live in a convent, because there would be plenty of chores and no major decisions to make, no huge responsibilities, every day would have structure and I could just focus on helping people. In fact, when I finally left home at 18, and I didn’t know where to go or what to do, I nearly joined a convent. I signed up for regular email updates from several different ones and I corresponded with a few nuns I knew, with the intent of joining after I finished my degree (so I could teach). I didn’t count on meeting my future husband in my final year of my degree. I still became a teacher, but I felt like I wasn’t making a difference, so I quit and was a housewife for a while, and suddenly I felt like my life had meaning and purpose.

I know, I know, I’m all back to front.

Okay, so it’s a bit convoluted. But so is spanking, if we get down to it. It’s all as complicated as any of us can make it, if we choose to overthink it, but at the end of the day, it’s as simple as this: it makes me happy to make someone else happy.

Love,
Katie xxxx

Are you as excited about the new Beauty and The Beast movie as I am?

I actually started to mist up a little when the trailer started! If you haven’t already seen the trailer, you can find it here:

I heard some rumors about it being remade frame-by-frame but I can see lots of things they’ve put into the new film that weren’t in the original (Beauty and the Beast is my favorite Disney movie of all time), so I think they’ve maybe only used some of the original film to make the new one?

Ok, so this is neither BDSM nor ageplay, but it’s sort of both (plus, in the animated version, I’m pretty sure someone got spanked by a piece of furniture when the villagers stormed the castle, so… y’know. This post is legit).

Anyway, that’s all I have this week because I’ve got four big deadlines for my MSc over the next few days, and a couple of conferences I need to send outlines to this week, and I have a lot of work to do to finish them all. I’m going to leave you all with a question (answer in the comments if you dare); if you had to choose between leaving your home and everything you had, and everyone you knew and cared about, or never being able to think/read about (or participate in, if that’s something you do) spanking again, which would you pick?

Katie Reads Mastered by the Highlanders!

My second video has just gone live on Katie Reads, the Youtube channel where I read excerpts from my books!

In this video, I read an excerpt from Mastered by the Highlanders, a bestselling menage set in early 18th century Scotland.  You can find my latest video here:

https://youtu.be/FkZQaIWeh00

You will need a gmail/google/Youtube login to view it, as I’ve age restricted it.
Enjoy, and let me know what you think of it (if you dare)!

I’m also super-excited that my latest book, Her Daddy and Her Master, has had such lovely reviews, and I wanted to say a big thank-you to everyone who has taken the time to write a review of my book!

And lastly, my latest webcomic page can be found here! Thank-you to everyone who’s voted this month on Top Web Comics; I can’t believe Corner Time Now is in the top 1000 webcomics and the top 200 in two categories in barely a month since I began drawing it!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A steamy excerpt from Her Daddy and Her Master

Wondering what sort of scorching scenes to expect in Her Daddy and Her Master, my latest book? Here’s an excerpt from about halfway through, when Laila is being punished for not wearing her butt plug every day. It’s not technically an entry for SatSpanks because it’s too long, but this is Saturday, and someone is getting spanked, so you can make up your own mind whether it counts or not:

“Go to the staircase and stand in front of it,” Flin said. Laila turned and walked toward it, feeling Flin’s eyes on her naked bottom. She stopped before the first step, and waited for further instructions.

“Bend over, hold onto the railings,” he ordered. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that he still held the rope. She hated the idea of being restrained.

“Please don’t tie me up.”

“What color are you feeling?” came the response.

“Orange,” she said.

“Then bend over, hold onto the railings,” he reiterated. With a sigh, Laila complied. As she felt him tie her hands to the handrails, she closed her eyes and tried to center herself. This was happening, she told herself, whether she wanted it to happen exactly like this or not. Laila tested whether she could pull free while he wasn’t looking, but even though the rope didn’t feel too tight, he had managed to hold her fast.

A few seconds later, she heard a swooshing sound, then a stick was thrust in front of her.

“Know what this is?” he asked.

“No, master.” She had a fairly good idea that it was going to be used on her bottom, but hoped he would prove her wrong and that it would turn out to be a special hi-tech chocolate summoning stick or something.

“It’s a switch cut from a Telian Whip Tree. On my home planet, a Whip Tree is specially grown near all dwellings, and the sticks are cut from it for one reason; to chastise naughty bottoms.”

There it was, Laila thought. She knew it had been something like that. The chances of it being a stick for summoning chocolate had been too remote.

“Usually, the punishment duration is dictated by the longevity of the stick. When the stick breaks, that’s often the end of the punishment, but it is not unheard of for particularly unrepentant individuals to get up to seven sticks, although seven is the limit due to Telian laws regarding punishments,” Flin said. Laila looked at the stick with a growing sense of horror. “Out here, in space, of course, there’s no such laws. In your case, however, I won’t be breaking any sticks. After all, where would I get another one, this distance off-world? Count fifteen please.”

Laila was surprised by the rapid shift from the geography lesson to her chastisement, and the first stroke caught her unawares.

“Yeeeoooooowwwww!” she shouted, as she strained against the ropes holding her in place. The stick sliced across her bottom and burned.

“That’s not a number, Laila. Back to zero. Count fifteen, please,” Flin seemed totally insensitive to Laila’s pain as a second stroke scored agonizingly into her flesh.

“Owwwwww! O…one!”

He leaned in and pulled her hair as he said, “Don’t forget to address me as master or I’ll add extras.” The following strike was just as bad, bringing tears to her eyes already.

“Two…ooo…oooh, ma…aa…aaster!”

At the next stroke, she was astounded that her pussy twitched, despite the searing pain slicing across her bottom.

“Threeee owwwww m…m…master!” She tried to imagine something nice, to distract herself from the pain, but the only thing that came to mind right then was the feeling of standing too close to a bonfire.

“Fooourrr… maa…aaster!” She began crying, and as Flin continued to strike her unprotected bottom with the switch, her sobs turned to howls as the tears continued to fall.

As they got into the higher numbers, Flin varied his speed, and Laila never knew when to expect the next one, with some happening in short succession and others being minutes apart. They reached fifteen, and Laila went limp in her bindings, still sobbing, hoping Flin would untie her now. Her pussy was soaked and she was barely able to believe that she craved his attentions, despite the pain of her punishment. She gasped as she felt something pressing at the entrance to her back passage.

“What’s that, master?”

“Your butt plug. You’re very wet, my dear.” Flin continued working it into her. She hated the part where it went in. It was the hardest. Until it came back out again, anyway.

 

What happens next? Find out in Her Daddy and Her Master!
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Why’s this blog looking different to the rest of the site?

You may be wondering why the blog page looks so different to the rest of the site.

So when I launched my new site two weeks ago, I was super excited to finally have total control over everything on here (mwahahaaa!), then I realized that all the ways to enable people to post comments, stay updated with my website, and otherwise interact with everything going on in the land of Corner Time Now were all over-complicated to implement (can you even imagine using Facebook comments on a spanking site? That didn’t seem like the right thing to do). Also, they would require a bucketload more time to maintain properly than I am able to put into it, because I have another job and I’m doing my MSc in Obscure Science. There are so many amazing internet personalities out there who have tried to do something over-complicated and failed to keep on top of the maintenance (and we all know what happens when the maintenance spankings stop).

In computing, there’s a very important saying: why reinvent the wheel?* WordPress is like the wheel, if the word ‘wheel’ meant, ‘ways to stay updated and connect with people.’

*I know programmers don’t have dibs on this, but it’s super-relevant to computing in a lot of ways.

So I figured if I connected a WordPress area to part of my site, just for blogging, then all my lovely readers could comment (if you’re feeling brave; if you don’t want to use your real email, make one up), subscribe, share, and get RSS updates to your heart’s content, and I can get on with giving you reasons to be here: content!

The webcomic and blog both update on Saturdays, the webcomic is not on WordPress, and nor is the rest of my site because WordPress has a few limitations, and anyway, some people like reading comics, some people like reading blogs, some people like both. I wanted everyone to have the option. That’s why the blog looks different to the rest of the site, and the URL is slightly different too. When I know more about how WordPress works beneath the surface, I’ll see if I can write the code for a custom theme so everything looks the same!

And the blog archives page is still here, if you prefer to bookmark a page and keep checking back to it.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx