Friday, December 2, 2016

Parin's First Spanking

 Happy Saturday!  We've all survived the week, I hope?  It was close for me, I tell ya.






This is from "Tears" - Midrosian Chronicles Book 3.  Parin was a free woman who came to Midros to visit - and wound up a slave.  She's learning some harsh lessons from her new master as he spanks her for refusing to eat from her plate on the floor.

“That one didn't count.  You’re going to apologize for not holding still, and ask me to give you the last one one your bare cunt.”

“I can’t!”


“I can spank you all night until you say the right words.”


“Please!”  Her plea was met with stony silence.


Finally she managed to choke the words out.  “Master, I’m sorry for not holding still.  Will you please spank my bare cunt to teach me a lesson?”


The words were scarcely out of her mouth before his hand smacked down between her legs.  The stinging pain exploded on her tender folds and she threw up her head and howled. When she finally collapsed against his legs he placed his hand on the hot, bruised tissue.


“Shh.  It’s okay.  It’s over now.  You’ll get better at this, I promise.”  He rubbed lightly, taking the sting away, as she finally relaxed her head down, the tears spilling up her face towards the floor.


“I don’t want to get better at this,” she whispered.


“But now things are right again, don’t you see?  The spanking, the pain, they realigned your thinking and now you'll submit to me once more.  You’ve learned your lesson.  It’s easier to submit than to fight.”


No, it’s not.  He has no clue what it takes to submit when you’ve been free. 


“Yes, sir.”

Tears will be coming out early in the year.  No date yet.

Did you miss Book 1 Memories, or Book 2 Longings

They're available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Blushing Books


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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Disrespect Must be Corrected

 Hello my lovely readers! I have a juicy excerpt from Tears - Book 3 of the Midrosian Chronicles.  It's the story of Parin, a free woman, who is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and ends up a slave to Mercer, the man who rescued her from an even worse fate.

 In this scene, she's still learning what being a slave means, and he knows it's hard, and that sometimes she'll say things she shouldn't.  He's giving her a punishment blowjob to help her remember her place.

   He pulled out and she coughed hard.
   “Look at me! Who owns this mouth? Is it you?”
   There was silence.  He tightened his hand in her hair, knowing she needed an incentive to answer.
   “Ow!  No, sir, it isn’t me!” 
   He didn’t release his grip. “And what is the most important thing it can do?”  This would be an even harder question for her.
   There was silence for a long moment before she answered.  

   “Open wide for you to fuck.” 
   He winced as she spoke the phrase he’d taught her. The crude, whispered words contrasted with the soft pink fullness of her lips - lips he longed to crush against his, and kiss until they were both breathless.
   “And what did you use it for just now?”
   Her lips were trembling as she stared at him and the tears flowed down her cheeks.  “To speak disrespectful words.”
  “That’s right.  So I’m going to remind you of your mouth’s true purpose. Let’s get this over with.”



 Short and sweet!  Well, not so sweet. But a slave must learn her place, right?

 

Tears will be coming out early in the year.  No date yet.

Did you miss Book 1 Memories, or Book 2 Longings

They're available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Blushing Books





Tuesday, September 27, 2016

She Doesn't Trust Him



Greetings, Whipsters! I missed you all!

The next book in The Midrosian Slave Chronicles is due out this Saturday!

Matias Acoff is a soldier in the Deminian Army, an invading force on Midros. His job is to identify and set free all the slaves born on other planets and kidnapped to Midros.  He meets Enna, an escaped slave.  She was born on Midros, and not eligible to be freed. He's hiding her from being being recaptured, but she doesn't trust he is who he says he is.  

Matias is returning from getting food and she was close to escaping when he got back.

He put the bags down and crossed his arms as he leaned against a wall. "So how far do you think you'd get like that?" he asked casually, his eyes flicking to the ropes that still bound her wrists and ankles.

She looked at him, considering what kind of answer she wanted to give. She decided on the truth. "Probably not very far, but I'd hate myself for not trying."

He nodded. "Fair answer."

"You tie a good knot."

"I'm a soldier. I'm good at shooting things, and tying other things up." He grinned. "It's not usually beautiful women, though. Usually it's burly, sweaty guys. I have to say, you know a few good moves." He rubbed his stomach. "And your elbow is sharp."

She quashed the impulse to grin. "Thank you. So, what are you going to do with me next?"

"Feed you."

"Feed me? I'm not hungry, and I can feed myself!"

"I saw the way you looked at my bags of food, so don't try to pretend. And I'm not letting your arms go. You're dangerous."

"Fuck you!"

"Maybe after dinner. Come on." He grabbed her elbow and forced her into the living room. "Sit."

She glared at him.

He shook his head. "Are you always this difficult?" He moved behind her and knocked his knees into the back of hers. As she collapsed he eased her to a sitting position on the floor, with her back against a wall.

"Comfortable?"

"Fuck you!" she declared again.

He shook his head. "I told you we'd consider that later. Do you know any other responses?"

"How about 'go to hell'?"

"Different, but not very original."

"What do you want from me?"

He sighed as he slid down the wall to join her on the floor. "Honestly? I'd like to figure out a way to get you free. And fix your hand." He opened up some of the bags he'd brought as she stared at him, trying to understand what his angle was. She knew what to expect when someone was cruel. She knew how to respond to someone's neglect. She had no idea what to do with something that sounded like kindness.

And she sure as hell didn't trust it.





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Get your copy and see what happens when Lydia, a slave from birth with a huge secret, meets James, a man who has no intention of renting a slave on this strange planet he's visiting.


 " ...an emotional, heart-wrenching, spine-tingling tale. "



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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

The First Time


Welcome back to WIP It Up Wednesday!  
 

This is from the unnamed sequel to Memories of a Slave. 

Enna is a slave.  No one has ever asked her if she wanted to have sex; it's always been their right to take.  Then she meets Matias.

“Do you know what I see right now?” he asked.

“N-no.” Her voice had an uncharacteristic wobble.

“I see the most beautiful and sensual woman I’ve ever had the privilege of looking at, all stretched out before me.”  He stroked her cheek and brushed a strand of hair from her face.  “I see her shining eyes – eyes that have seen so much pain, and yet soften with love when they look at her daughter.  Her lips are lush and swollen from being kissed.  Her breasts are full and her nipples are tight.  Her skin reflects the  moonlight.  Her curves are full and soft.  Her hips invite my hands to grab and hold tight.  Her legs are quivering as though they long to be spread wide.  Her mound is swollen with need she doesn’t even realize she has. She has placed herself in my care and trusts me, and that knowledge, my dear, is what really makes me hard.”

Never in her life had she felt desired like this.  Never had she been aroused like this, with words.  Never had she hoped that anyone would part her thighs and plunge into her depths, which she knew would not hurt, but instead give the greatest of pleasures.

“Please,” she managed to get out in a whisper.  “Please take me.”

He wiped away the single tear that dripped from her eye.  

She spread her legs – the first time in her life she'd willingly spread them in invitation for any man.

 ~ ~ ~

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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Lydia's Secret - on WIP It Up Wednesday.


  It's WIP It Up Wednesday again!  In 3 days, this won't be a "WIP" any more, so if you like this excerpt, stay tuned!

 On Midros, all the important books on science and law and government are written in Br'ini, an ancient language that women are forbidden to learn. The penalty is death.  Lydia has been helping James do research in the Archives by carrying books back and forth for him, and on one trip she finds a secret room filled with books written in the women's language, Eluiim - books like she's never seen before.


"Lydia, are any of these books about medicine, or healing, or old cures for diseases?"

"Um, not here.  Let me look."  They wandered for a while longer before she began to zero in on a section.  Her eyes were alight with fascination.  She almost glowed in her obvious joy.

She was looking at the end of one row when James caught sight of a familiar-looking book.  "This is the same one I've been reading in Br'ini!" he noted.

She glanced over. "No, sir, actually the one you were reading was about medicinal herbs.  This one is about medicinal wild plants."  She went back to her perusing.

James stopped and stared.  His mouth dropped open.  She must have had the same thought, because she turned back to him slowly, white as a sheet.

"Oh, no..." She fell to her knees, her arms outstretched in front, her breath suddenly heaving in obvious panic.  "Oh, Master, no, please..."

"You can read Br'ini."

His words were little more than a whisper, but she let out a wail. "Nooo! Master, please don't turn me in, please, oh gods, please don't turn me in they'll kill me, oh please..."  She was sobbing...


Find out what happens to Lydia this Saturday, July 2 when "Memories of a Slave" is released!



Lydia has been a slave all her life, and longs to know more about the world.  But knowledge is for men, and the penalty for a woman is too harsh, too steep.

James is just a visitor to her planet, and certainly never imagined renting a slave.  Then, when he learns her secret, he can't simply return her. And when they uncover a monstrous deception, they risk everything - their future, and her life - to right an old wrong and find the freedom she desperately craves.



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Friday, June 10, 2016

Spanked in Anger


 
 

Coming July 2! 

James is visiting Midros, where all women are slaves.  He ends up renting her by accident for a week.  During that time, she begins to help him with his research, and they find a secret library that is filled with books from the time women were the equals of men.  While he's away from their hotel room she sneaks back down to the library to grab a book she'd been reading.  James comes back and sees what she's done.


"And if you'd been caught you'd be whipped in public, for running away, and your whole precious library down there would be on its way to being destroyed. Do you understand that, or are you really just a stupid slave?"

She looked up at him, stunned.  "James–"

She heard him pick up the discarded belt from the floor and without warning he brought it down with a crash on the spot where her thighs met her ass. The second blow came down directly over the first and she screamed long and loud, eventually subsiding into sobs as she heard the belt hit the floor.

"I will not beat you when I am angry."

Something inside her broke.  "Isn't it a little too late for that? You called me stupid, and hit me twice."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Oh, shit. Will James ever earn her trust back?





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Tuesday, June 7, 2016

What Do You Do with a Rented Slave?


It's WIP It Up Wednesday! Hello, readers, it's been a while!




I know I'm supposed to keep this short.  That's like saying "take just one cookie"...
    

Coming July 2nd

James "rented" Lydia, a slave, to keep her from being rented by a group of men who wanted to hurt her.  He's certainly never done this before, and he's supposed to be doing other things.

The man behind them both wasn't going to follow quietly. "James.  James, dammit!  Stop!"

James stopped so suddenly that Lydia ran right into his chest as he whipped around.

"Sorry, Sir!" she cried as she backed off and tried to maneuver out of the way to stand behind him.

"James, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

James ignored his friend as he turned to face Lydia who was now standing where he himself had been a moment ago.

"Lydia, what are you doing?"  He sounded exasperated as he grabbed her arm and hauled her around to stand beside him.  "What, Raym?"

"I asked what are you doing?"

"Well, at the moment I'm holding the arm of someone who doesn't want to stand next to me for some reason."

"That's because she belongs behind you and she knows it.  But that's not what I'm talking about!  You just rented a slave for a week!"

"So?"

"What are you going to do with her?  We spend every minute in that damn basement with those damn books–"

Books?  A frisson of fear went through her and she shivered. She saw James look down at her.

"– and if we're not there we'll be in the lab.  Where is she going to be?"

"I don't know.  What would you normally do during the day, Lydia?"

He was asking her?

"Sir–" her voice was cracking, "–um, normally I'm rented for one or two days and nights, and the only thing that I do during the day is, um, serve my Master for his pleasure…"

"All day?"

"Well, if he's paid good money for me, um, then he usually desires to spend most of the day being pleasured."

"See?" The man whose name was apparently Raym gave a snort.

"Shut up.  OK, Lydia, well, we'll have to figure out what else you can do while we're together."

"You-you don't wish to use me… for pleasure?"  She was completely confused.

"No!  I mean, sure, but, oh, shit.  I don't know what the hell I was thinking."

The rejection hurt more than she'd thought it could.  "I'm sure they would give you most of your money back, Sir, if you brought me back," she whispered, looking at the concrete beneath her feet.

"What?  Why would…?" He paused and she heard him take a deep breath.  "Lydia, I am not taking you back.  You're with me for the next seven days.  We'll figure it out."

~ ~ ~

This is just not what James planned to be doing today or this week. On July 2nd, see what he should be doing!

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