- The Beautiful Catastrophe my work in progress.. please enjoy the Snippet, and below is a bit more details about the erotic romance.
“Please… please…” I couldn’t articulate what I needed, but I hoped my body was waving the white flag at him!
“Come for me…” My pleas were heard, and permission granted, my body convulsed under the steady beating of his hips into my own, and the air gushed from my lungs as I cried out.
“Yes! Please don’t stop… please!” I begged as my orgasm continued to erupt. Molten lava felt like it pumped through my veins, my toes curled, and my body shivered for moments even after it was over. Panting to breathe, and I peeked through my lashes at him, and he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“Less than two minutes Catastrophe… good thing you aren’t a man…you would have a bad reputation.” He winked at me.
This is from my WIP (Work In Progress) that I am editing currently, but thought I would share just a tease of my main characters with you-
Meet Catastrophe Grace Sullivan Morgan, head strong woman who works hard for a living, and has never been in love. Next, Mr. Slade E. Masters, or as Strophe likes to call him Mr. E for Mr. Everything, who also has never been in love, but has definitely been in lust with his fair share of women. Hope you liked my teaser, maybe I will share more as the weeks go by with editing.
Penelope Jones – Spanking it since 1996!
I met Bas through Ana
The first comment I read
Made me choke on my banana
His wit is matched by none
In other news,
I laugh at his puns
His blog tells a story
Of all his worries,
And his glories.
He’s a man of a different breed
Her submission brings him to lead
You know why I’m so spankful for Bas?
He has class
That last and lasts.
If you missed the first 7 chapters … start from the beginning of The Chat Box Dominant: Diary of a Broken Me. (Ch. 8 originally posted for the Erotica Holiday Countdown) Please note this will be the last publicized full chapter available in this section. The first of the three books will be up for editing next week, and hopefully on Amazon by the end of March! HOLY COW! 🙂
Diary of a Broken Me
Santa starts off poorly, but finishes strong!
You just turned my entire life upside down,
You really have to work on your approach to things. You can’t spring it on a broken girl that you would like her to give up her whole fucking life, leaving behind her family and friends, and move across that big ass pond, to serve your every whim as your 24/7 slave.
That’s what the contract said.
The contract that you disguised as a Christmas present. You, who pretends to be Santa for kids every year at your toy store, sure have no idea what I wanted for Christmas! I was kidding about wanting to be on the naughty list!
I was so not expecting it, and I overreacted, for that I’m truly sorry. And I’m not apologizing because you spanked me. I’m apologizing because you didn’t deserve that, Sir.
I love you and Cynthia, but we hadn’t even talked about anything beyond this visit, Sir. Cynthia looked so hurt by my reaction, and we both ended up shedding tears together. You were so angry you had to leave the house for a bit. I ruined our first Christmas, which may be our only Christmas together, after my behavior.
I flipped out, we all screamed. A few vases, and I think one plate was shattered. Thankfully the children were with your parents for the afternoon, so we could have an adult Christmas, I had no idea how adult it was going to be, nor the childish way it was to end.
I’m not sure I can pack up my life, and forget those I love and care about. You and your wife are the only people I even know over here, and how safe or sane is it for me to want to move half-way across the world after only one, three-week visit?
Even after you dealt out my harsh, yet deserved spanking, we fucked like rabbits, and I’m still having doubts, Sir. Not about you or Cynthia or us. I’m having doubts about you wanting me— past this three weeks.
I’m doubting me. Seriously doubting me.
They always find a reason not to want me, this is why I’m broken.
Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not sexy enough, or not Emo enough? Or Perhaps… not Masochistic enough, not a big enough slut, too slutty, too sexy, and last but not least… too Emo. Seriously I’ve heard it all, Sir. Pick your poison. Which one of those do I not fulfill for you, or maybe it’s more than one.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
You ordered me to write exactly what I’m feeling, and the answer’s OVERWHELMED!
You pushed too hard, too fast, too much…I say too much!!
Damn, damn, damn it, Sir. I can’t stop thinking about the end. Six months of us working on our Master-slave relationship. Six months of you looming over the broken pieces of me, and putting them back together carefully, and one three-week visit has changed it all. I want to stop writing right now, and pack up my things, and sneak out in the middle of the night. I’m not going too, but I want to— You’ve no idea how much I want to go, before I ruin both our lives.
I’ve told you everything! No matter how much I gave of myself to my past owners, no one has ever loved me forever. And Sir, you won’t either. See that’s the problem, you already have someone you’ve vowed to love, and I just can’t see you loving us both, forever.
Fucked up, I know…I told you that, Sir. This isn’t brand new Maci day. I thought I was healing, but obviously I was wrong judging by my reactions today. Maybe I’m just too broken to be fixed, Sir. I’m just going to end up bringing us all down.
Don’t you see how wrong my way of thinking is, and yes I know it’s all part of who I am, but how can you love those things about me, Sir? I need you to explain this to me, please?
P.S. Up until I opened that gift this has been the best time I’ve had in my life, I thought you should know. I also think you should know, I truly believe you two love me, and I love you as much as I can love anyone, being as broken as I am.
I feel like tomorrow maybe we should discuss this as adults, and maybe sleeping will help to easy my worries and my mind, and we’ll all wake up with a better sense of things.
I keep mentioning three weeks, but it’s only been two, and it’s another week till the New Year. You really want me to stay after today?
You, contract creator— have you lost your mind with these rules?
You want me to sleep chained to the foot of your bed at night? Where the hell do you think I’m gonna go?
I have to ask permission for money? I’m not a child. That rule is ridiculous.
Crap…you’re stirring. Maybe I should pretend to be a sleep? Nah…brb. I’m going to talk to you.
Wish me luck! Ha Ha!
Dear naughty elf of mine,
You and I just had a very long discussion, you’re now sleeping, and I thought for a change I would write a little note to you.
You’ve dated, loved, and have been owned by serious idiots. Those blokes didn’t obviously see the beauty you have inside and out.
And you don’t either— you dumb broad.
It’s really not a good thing, baby. We’ve talked about the way you doubt yourself, and how it upsets me. I’m going to have to start punishing you each and every time you show doubt. You will learn to trust yourself, and trust in me.
One day you’ll stop blaming yourself and realize it was them. The sad part is, I think you know it, but you just want to protect yourself.
Fucking stop it. That’s my job.
Maci, I love you.
I told my fucking wife about you while we were on a family vacation. You would think that would be enough to show you how much I care, but I didn’t stop there. I convinced my wife that having a conversation with you would make her realize why I love you.
I’ll be damned if I wasn’t right, she loved you as much as I did, and still do, both of us still do darling. You’re my princess, and I’m not letting you go that easily. I read what you said above, but you had to know I wasn’t going to just take no for an answer? We both worked too fucking hard to get here, didn’t we?
Yes, we did.
I knew you weren’t asleep yet, I heard you sniffling. I also knew that you weren’t going to sleep if I didn’t do something about it. I good cry and a good cum, should do the trick!
Now…I’ve busted your ass once more, turned your already tender and pink bottom into a nice lovely knotted and bruised surface, and then I made love to you on the soft-fur rug in front of the fireplace. I left you curled up there to write you this note, but I’m going back to wrap you in the safety of my arms, and sleep with you for the night.
This isn’t our last Christmas, and you didn’t ruin it. You made it the most spectacular Christmas ever. I got to spank my beautiful slave girl’s ass, and I got to fuck the two most beautiful women. How could that be a ruined Christmas?
Moving here after 2 weeks is completely insane, and if you had made it to the bottom of the contract, you would have realized it didn’t take effect until exactly 1 year to the date it’s signed. That gives us all time to adjust, and time to fit into our perspective roles with one another.
You will need to work less, I will arrange this, but we have time to discuss it all. I plan to prove to you that you do deserve to be loved unconditionally, my slave.
I love you Maci. Chipped, slightly cracked, gently used; I love everything about you, my sweet broken baby girl…deal with it.
Good morning my Lovelies …
I have a very amazeballs treat for you. One of my favorite DD (Domestic Discipline) authors, Cara Bristol is my special guest today!
So without further ado … Welcome Cara!
The open secret of spanking
By Cara Bristol
Will the spankos in blogland who are using their real names please raise their hands?
That’s what I gathered.
In my research into domestic discipline and erotic spanking, I discovered that bloggers are very open and honest about their practices when they can be anonymous. But vanilla friends don’t know about their secret lifestyles, and when family and friends visit, great care is taken to hide evidence. I’ve read many blogs where the spankers lamented being unable to spank because they had house guests. And for single spankos, finding a compatible partner can be challenge. How do you approach a potential partner with the request you want to be spanked or like to spank?
The duality of the lifestyle, open and honest online, secret in the vanilla world, intrigued me. Inspired me.I thought, what if? What if I took this open secret one step farther? What if there was a place, an organization where spankos could go and be open about their lifestyle, to socialize with people who understood? I decided to create a social organization patterned after a gentleman’s club, in which all the men spanked their women.
So the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline erotic romance series was born. It’s based in part, on real-life practices, but also incorporates a dose of fantasy, so all the men are dominant, macho men. Each book of the series is written as a stand-alone, focusing on the erotic romance and domestic discipline relationship of two characters. Books can be read out-of-order. However, the Rod and Cane Society does/will grow and change throughout the books.
Rod and Cane begins as a secret organization. Members have to sign a confidentiality agreement, and there are penalties for violating it.
In book one, Unexpected Consequences, I introduce Rod and Cane, when a naïve bride marries a member. Her parents belong, and she knows of the organization, but she doesn’t know what it stands for. She and her new husband have discussed domestic discipline, but she assumes she would never do anything to warrant a spanking…
In book two, False Pretenses, an aspiring journalist infiltrates the organization intending to write a story. She doesn’t know that her new boyfriend is a member, nor is she aware of the penalties resulting from violating that confidentiality agreement…
In Body Politics, book three, Rod and Cane is in the process of becoming more open as a result of having been outed in the press. It’s a battle of the sexes when a feminist takes on member of the society.
More Rod and Cane Society novels are planned. In book four, which I’ll complete this year, there’s going to be a major shake-up in the organization and the live of one of the members introduced as a secondary character in a previous book.
Body Politics blurb
Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s going to be a wasted evening. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the date ends, she’ll never have to see him again. A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who discipline their women by spanking, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a man who spanks convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?
Body Politics excerpt
Stephanie flinched. She’d been enjoying having Mark stroke her butt; it had been both relaxing and arousing. She’d spread her legs, hoping he would caress her. When he’d made no move to spank her, she started to think the whole discipline thing had been a put-on.
He stung her ass. She wasn’t prepared for the sharpness—or the loud crack. He smacked her butt cheek dead center. Smack on the other one. She curled her fingers into his bedspread, commanding herself to remain silent. His arm was clamped like a vise over her lower back as he rained slaps upon her rear, the crease beneath her cheeks, the tops of her thighs. She wondered if striking her stung his hand as much as it hurt her ass. With all her heart, she hoped so.
He paused to rub her skin, easing the burn, then, holding her firmly again, he grabbed the paddle. Her ass cheeks and stomach clenched.
The first blow fell, searing skin already tender, and a whimper escaped her compressed lips. She’d thought his hand was unforgiving, but the paddle was worse. She buried her face in the nubby coverlet. With measured strokes, Mark spanked her as if timed by an invisible metronome. Crack. One, two.Crack. one, two. Crack.
“Tell me why I’m doing this.”
Because you’re a domineering asshole. She gritted her teeth to keep the words inside.
“Stephanie. I’m not talking to myself. I expect you to answer, or I’ll spank you until you do.”
He struck the crease where her ass met her thigh four times.
“No!” She twisted to avoid the spanks, but he held her fast.
“Answer my question.” Four more strikes to the other side.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Big girls don’t cry. “Because I acted rudely to Elizabeth.”
“That’s right. You were disrespectful. To her and to me.” He laid several hard blows to the middle of her cheeks. She’d seen the desire in his eyes; now she felt his disappointment. Surprisingly that bothered her. His opinion shouldn’t matter to her, but it did.
He set the paddle on the bed and massaged her skin, not slowly like he had done before, but briskly. What had soothed now rasped. But somehow comforted. “Why did you act that way?” he asked.
Website blog: http://www.carabristol.com