Good morning/afternoon/evening to you all! I don’t blog a whole lot with the exception of Sat Spanks--does that count? I’m not certain--so I was a little apprehensive about signing up for the blogging challenge. I keep a journal and those things are very private to me; blogging has always felt like a way for everyone to sneak
into your private life. So, for the next twenty-six days I’m giving myself two challenges. One, to blog for the next twenty-six days, and two, to blog about personal things. Here’s my first attempt. I hope we all get to know each other better in these next few weeks! 

Attitude 
 
Something the spanking community focuses on quite a bit is attitude. Our feisty heroines wouldn’t be the same without it! Though it might be hard to believe, I know a bit about
attitude myself ;) (My husband could talk your ear off on the subject!) and I’ve recently learned something: I like to find my limits, not just with Jim, but everyone.

Yes, everyone. From my best girl friend to the guy who comes over once and a while for a video game night, I like to watch people and test them to see what they’re made of; and subsequently, how far I can go. If that doesn’t describe a brat, I don’t know what does. Though honestly, I never realized I did it, it’s completely in retrospect.

Sometimes I do it to find limits and sometimes I do it to test them. Sometimes I do it for no other reason than the fact that I could use a good spanking. Honestly, there are moments I’m surprised at my own ability to brat. I sure give myself some inspiration for stories, that’s for sure!

A few weeks back I was in trouble for attitude --which usually expresses itself in the form of witty repartee. We’d just gotten discussing it and I guess he must not have done a thorough enough job, because I was annoyed, convinced that I’d done nothing wrong. He said, “Go downstairs now I’ll be down for dinner in a minute.” 

“I’ll just be coming right back up, so that’s irrelevant to me.” What can I say, I don’t know when to quit. Seemed like the right answer at the time. ;) 
Hope to see you all tomorrow!

Good morning, Saturday spankers! Hope you're geared up for a three day weekend in honor of our proud military!! Everyone be safe!
This snippet is from my latest release, "Maggie Meets Her Match" and is told from her husband, Clay's perspective. This is right after her first whipping as a married woman.

When I joined Maggie on the bed this time, a timid whimper escaped her parted lips. I shushed her gently before opening the bottle and tipping it over her bottom, allowing a generous amount of liquid to spill on to her cherry-red, striped cheeks.

Her happy sigh made it well worth it. “What is that?”

“Not sure, Mags,” I replied as I began to work the ointment into her bottom. I took my time, slowly rubbing her cheeks until they were well coated with the stuff. Even when I knew I’d done a thorough job, my hand still lingered on her backside, caressing her warm cheeks. “Just know my ma used it to treat burns and I can get some more, if need be.” Intuition told me it would be prudent to get a jar every other trip to town.

“That could get costly,” Maggie said, almost as though she’d heard my thoughts. “What do you say we just burn the strap instead?”

Would her sense of humor always take me so by surprise? Even though she was being sassy, I couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Was that your first jest as a married woman?”

She smiled up at me, her eyes radiating warmth. “I guess it was, Mr. Callahan.”

“Aw, you don’t have to go and be all formal-like,” I teased. “You can just call me Clay.”

She giggled up at me. “Clay,” she repeated in a murmur that I found downright tempting.

My cock strained against my trousers, hard to the point of aching. I had to get away from her naked skin, or I’d get drunk with my own desire. 

Good morning! Hope you're all well and looking forward to lots of sexy snippets. Please let me know what you think and enjoy! If you haven't had a chance to grab your copy of the book, you can click on the pic below and enjoy a leisurely weekend of reading.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, arching my back as he teased it with his warm tongue and nibbled at it with his teeth. He knew it was my favorite and effectively drove me wild. I had the impression that he liked me wanton when I was in bed with him, for he always seemed to make me so. “Clay, please,” I groaned, heat and wetness already spilling from my pussy.

He took no mercy, instead switching to the other breast and teasing it in kind, making me moan and writhe beneath him. When he’d finished, he met my eyes and kept my gaze as he slid down my body, peppering it with soft, tender kisses. “Are you ready?”

“Please,” I gasped.

“Please what?”

I flushed from the question and the way his eyes laughed at me when he asked it. “Please… take me.”

“Take you where?”

“Clay!” I exclaimed, bolting upright. “I am not gonna be teased this mornin’! If you--”

“Ah, my little spitfire has woken up, too, I see,” he said, his smile wide. “Be careful, darlin’, you wouldn’t want to start the day off with a sore bottom, would you?”

I sighed heavily, shaking my head meekly. I vow, I began to think he liked spanking me!

“That’s a good girl. You’re hot enough as it is, down here.” His fingers brushed my pussy and even that delicate touch made me shiver in excitement. When he slid a finger inside, exploring my wet folds, I whimpered with desire. 

Good morning, all! Hope all is well and that you're here because you're excited about the next excerpt in my newest release, Maggie Meets Her Match. In this excerpt, Maggie and Clay have just married and are enjoying one of their first moments alone as husband and wife. It's also in his point of view. Enjoy!

“I... I don’t know if I can have children, Clay.”
I pulled back in surprise. It hadn’t occurred to me that she might think herself incapable of bearing children. “Why’s that?”
“Because... you know I’m not... young.”
I could hear the effort it cost her to say it and felt myself getting annoyed. “Look at me, Maggie Swift Callahan.” She turned her head and peeked at me over her shoulder, but I was having none of it and reached out to turn her until she was completely facing me.
“Clay!” she protested, but I ignored her.
“I thought we’d done been over this. I want you to stop talking about yourself like that, y’hear? You don’t look a day over nineteen, and if I hear you imply otherwise, you’ll be reacquainted with my strap sooner than either of us would like.” The last words came out as a growl and I knew they’d hit their mark with the way Maggie’s eyes widened and her body tensed.
“I...I’m sorry. Just... I don’t want to be a disappointment to you.”
I felt chastened by her words. It hadn’t ever occurred to me that she’d be worried what I’d think. “Maggie.” I pulled her close, gentling my voice. “Honey, it’s you I want. And now that I have you, it’s hard for me to mind if you have ten babies or none at all.”
“I’d prefer something in the middle of that,” she replied, the smile coming back to her face
slowly.

Hey, all you Saturday spankers! It’s a beautiful day (here, anyway!) and I am so excited to share with you an excerpt from my latest book, “Maggie Meets Her Match” which will be available on Amazon very soon! This book has truly been a labor of love and is the second in the Swift Justice series. I hope this whets your appetite and that you enjoy it! Have a great weekend! 
 
“Morning, Maggie!” Abby called out cheerfully, the sound of her sweet voice loud enough to split my head right open. 
“Hello, Abby.” Before I could say more, I saw Libby out of the corner of my eye, looking rested and fresh as spring, like she always did. I swear, the woman didn’t look like she’d ever had a sleepless night in all her life. 
“Good morning, Abigail,” I heard her greet our sister-in-law. “Are you well? I’ve heard folks in town say that the wedding night can leave some burning up with fever the next day.”
I almost dropped the cup I was holding. I reached out to steady myself on the kitchen counter, my mind whirling. As Abby’s cheeks reddened, I felt the need inside me pulsing hungrily. What would it be like to have a man love you with his hands, his mouth, his whole body? Clay had great hands. 
As soon as the thought occurred to me, I felt shamed, as though the women present could hear my thoughts. “Why, Libby!” I scolded, making her the target of my guilt. “You should be ashamed of yourself!” I knew I certainly was, but Libby just smiled knowingly unperturbed by anything I had to say. 
 
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