Hi, all! I have been enjoying writing snippets for Spanking Saturdays that I decided to post an unseen snippet here today! If you like it, consider reading my book, The Errant Bride, and let me know what you think about it! This excerpt occurs after Ethan picks Sara up from her holding cell, where she is put after being pulled over for speeding, and drinking under the influence. 


My legs were trembling as I walked toward the bedroom. I was wishing for a grand staircase to dramatically pitch myself off of. Not that I wanted to end up on a hospital bed or anything. I just needed a broken arm, or even a sprained ankle to delay this spanking. My mind raced frantically searching for last ditch efforts, but I couldn’t come up with anything passable. The only logical conclusion was that I was doomed.
       
“What’s the holdup?” Ethan asked, swatting my behind. 
             
It didn’t hurt, but I picked up the pace, and in mere moments I was standing in front of the bedroom. The door had been left open, and I could see our unmade bed, the sheets twisted and hanging half off the bed. I didn’t remember what time I’d come to bed last night. I couldn’t even remember sleeping beside him. I missed the nights we used to go to bed together and I would fall asleep with him holding me close. I always slept so much better snuggled in his arms. 
             
“Sara, you’re not making this any easier.”

 “I’m scared,” I admitted. 
             
“Of what? Me?” 
            
I shook my head. “That’s not it. It’s just...this whole spanking business.”
             
“Now, Sara, we’ve been over this and we can talk some more afterward but I meant what I said. You are going to be punished.” His voice was firm and authoritative. I felt the familiar tingle I got whenever he used that tone that told me that he was in charge.

“It’s not that. I mean, I’m not trying to get out of it. I just...”

 “Yes?” 
            
“I’m wondering...things have felt so different between us lately. It started when we--when you changed things. And I’m just wondering, I don’t really like the way things have been going, but what if doing this again makes it worse?” 
             
“Frankly, I don’t see how that could be possible.”
             
“I know. I just worry—”

 “Look, baby, I love you. You know that, don’t you?” Ethan walked in front of me and took my hand. 

“Yeah, I know.” 
            
“OK. Then you need to trust that I’m doing what’s best for you, and for us. Can you do that?”

I looked into his baby blue eyes and I felt myself melt. Of course I trusted him. I trusted him with my life, so why not my bottom? “Yes, sir.”
             
He smiled at me. “I’m glad to hear that. Complete trust means that there may be times when I ask you to do things you don’t like, or that you don’t understand. That’s when I need you to do them because you believe I have your best interests at heart. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, feeling the beginnings of butterflies in my stomach. I knew what he was asking me to do. He wanted me to accept my punishment without complaining, or arguing. Even if I did come up with some last ditch effort to save my behind, he was asking me not to use it. 
             
“Are you ready, baby?”
            
I felt a lump form in my throat. “I guess so.” 
            
“Good girl.” He kissed the top of my forehead and reached around to pat me gently on the behind. His touch was soft, but I winced knowing that in just a little while such a caress would be quite painful. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

Steeling myself against the urge to plead for mercy, I walked into the room and stood in front of the bed. I turned to him, feeling helpless. I was not sure what to do next. 
             
“Could you make the bed for me, please?"

 “What?” 
            
Ethan smiled at my surprised expression. “The bed, honey. In the future, I want the bed made when you get up in the morning, OK?” 
 
“Um, sure. OK."
            
“Thank you. I’d like you to make it now, please.”

I furrowed my brow. I was not sure what the significance of this was. Why didn’t he just get it over with already? But I knew better than to question him right now, so I dutifully made the bed. It felt a bit silly considering what was coming, made even more so because he watched me do it, but in a few minutes the job was done and I stood back to wait my next
order.

“Sit down, please.” 

I didn’t hesitate to obey. I almost expected him to sit beside me, but he came to stand in front of me instead. I didn’t like the stern expression he was wearing as he stared down at me. 

“You know why we’re doing this, but just to be sure, I’m going to recap for you. You were driving very irresponsibly. You were speeding, you ran a stop sign and were intoxicated. Is that everything?”

“That’s not exactly...” I trailed off when I realized he had clenched his jaw and had crossed his arms over his chest. Not good signs. “Those are the offenses listed against me,” I responded in a near whisper. 
 
“I’m sorry? Did you say something?”

 “Yes, sir,” I replied louder. 

“OK. Did I miss anything? Were you wearing your seatbelt?”

 “Yes, sir.”

“Well, thank God for that. We’ve already talked about you’re not going to be driving for a while.”

“Yes, sir.”

“How long do you feel is fair?”

I cocked my head to the side, eyeing him uncertainly. He’d never asked my opinion before, so I wasn’t sure what kind of response he was expecting. “Um...”

“For three very serious offenses,” he prompted. 
 
“Three days? Sir?”

Ethan arched an eyebrow. “Really? I was thinking more along the lines of two months.”

I gasped. “What?” I winced inwardly as I realized how bratty I sounded. This was not going well. I think I preferred it when he just spanked me. I got myself into more trouble when he talked to me beforehand. 

“That doesn’t sound fair to you?” 
 
“I, um, it’s just, two months is a long time, Ethan.” 
 
“True, but it would be an even longer time if you’d injured yourself, or God forbid, someone else. You have got to learn to pay attention no matter what else is going on. I’m not sure how to teach you that except for making you realize that driving is a privilege. Maybe once you miss being able to go wherever you want to you’ll be willing to be more cautious when you get behind the wheel.” 

My mind was reeling. I had no idea what kind of response to give. Two months? He couldn’t be serious. I’d been driving ever since it was legal to do so--I’ve never had to ask for a ride since. “I think a week is fair,” I said finally. 
 
Ethan was staring at me, looking pensive again, and I thought I could literally see the wheels turning. “OK.” 

“OK?” I echoed, holding my breath as I waited for his answer.

“I want you to write me a letter, telling me why I should only take your keys for one week. If you can convince me, then that’s what we’ll do.”

“I have to write an essay?” I groaned. 

“Well, I said a letter, but you can make it an essay, if you like. Be sure to use Times New Roman, and no double-spacing, young lady,” he said, mock-stern with a shadow of a smile on his lips. 

“I thought you were just going to spank me!” I exclaimed. 

“Oh, we’re definitely going to be doing that. But I think this issue is a little more serious, and your punishment should reflect that.”

I thought of reminding him that I was too old to be punished, but those arguments had never really worked out the way I’d wanted them to in the past, and besides, I knew he was right. “Anything else?” I asked, more subdued. 

“No, baby. I think that about covers it.” He leaned over and grabbed me in a quick hug. He squeezed tightly, but in no time at all he let go again and said the words I’d been dreading. “It’s time for your spanking now, honey.”

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Welcome to another edition of Saturday Spanking. In this excerpt Sara has just been spanked by her new groom for brattiness and disrespect. If you like my excerpt be sure to pick up a copy of the available of The Errant Bride available on Blushing Books or Amazon. And as always please be sure to let me know what you think!

Without a word, he put a hand on either side of my pajamas and
with a tug he slipped them down my legs. I cringed slightly as they slid down
over my swollen bottom. 

I managed to stay silent during this unwelcome unveiling, but I couldn’t
help but gasp when I feel his thumbs in the band of my panties. “Ethan, what is
it?”
             
“I want to admire my handiwork.” Even though his words were playful, his
face and tone were clearly not brooking argument. I didn’t even protest when he
pulled me over his lap again.

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Jim has this theory about me. In my last post, I discussed D, my
best friend’s fiancé. The thing about D and I is that…well, he has always rubbed
me the wrong way. I can’t point to anything about him in particular that has
kept me distant, exactly. The things I can say is that I have known him for
  almost four years, but I probably couldn’t tell you his favorite color. I am a
person who is very open, and I like to get to know people, especially those that
are going to be around for awhile. He definitely is someone you really have to
take your time getting to know.


Another thing is that I can’t read him. While I am open, I also
gauge how much I share with a person based on their facial expression while I’m
talking to them. With D, I can never tell what he’s thinking. That bugs me.
Still, neither of these reasons justifies disliking someone which I’m ashamed to
admit that I have struggled with.


Jim pointed out one day that he thought he’d figured it out. He
said that my dislike came from the fact that I like strong, capable, confident
men and that D comes across as anything but. He is the kind of guy you’d expect
to be cared for by other people. I dismissed the idea of ridiculous—who was like
that? Well, me, apparently.


Like I said in my previous blog, D and Jim have been talking
  about domestic discipline. Since then, I have noticed a new confidence in D and
  I admit it prods respect from me. I realized that when we were around him I
began saying “yes sir” and trying a bit harder to be friendly. Darn it! Now I
have to tell Jim that he was right! Don’t you just hate that??? 

When Jim and I first started DD, about four years ago it kept
falling apart. A big reason is that doing DD is hard for Jim. Like most men, he
was raised to never hit a woman. Plus, while he gets the concept of kinky I
think he feels that hitting for arousal is just out of this world weird. Playful
spankings are fine, but punishment? Not so much.



Here’s the thing, though. I don’t find DD at all kinky. While I
am a self-proclaimed SPANKO (yes, all caps, cuz I know it and I am not hiding it
anymore!! In blogland, that is J ) punishment spankings are not at all sexy. Well, except in
books. I know this is ground I have covered before, but I wanted to go over it
one more time.


What has helped us stick with DD longer this time—we did it for
about five months consistently before experiencing a slight hiccup and we seem
back on the path now—has been finding the domestic discipline community. I am so
thankful for that, because having people to talk to has helped me tremendously.
It’s funny how open you can be with a person you can’t see, that you don’t
really know. I joined “Learning Domestic Discipline” which is a wonderful site
for DDers, created by husband and wife, Chelsea and Clint.



I met many wonderful people there, and befriended quite a few. I was able to discuss the issues in my marriage and how I hoped DD would help me. It was great having a group of women to talk to. They helped me calm down before things got out of hand sometimes and I was able to share my feelings and learn that I wasn’t alone. From the beginning, I encouraged Jim to attend men’s nights and while he did get on for a few, he didn’t really take to them. He didn’t hold with talking about implements and punishments with others.



It frustrated me at the time. I felt he would do so much better, and be a better HOH if he shared with others. It is an issue that I let go months ago, but has just recently been reopened, but not in the way that I imagined. My best friend has been longing for a DD relationship for some time now, and it is something we have been able to discuss based on my own relationship. Her fiancé seemed pretty ambivalent about it, until he began talking to Jim about it.


Her fiancé, who we’ll call D went away on a guy’s day with Jim yesterday. Upon returning, Jim casually mentioned that D had brought up some behaviors he thought my friend needed guidance on. Jim was noncommittal about it until D brought up domestic discipline. Then, sensing that he was struggling with commitment to try it, Jim jumped in with both feet and shared his experiences. 

Here is why I have a problem with it: 

1.   D did not know that we practiced DD because I asked my friend not to tell him. Now I feel like he looks at me differently. He knows what it means when Jim gives me those
meaningful looks, or say “we’ll talk about that later, Dinah.” It makes me
uncomfortable because it adds embarrassment to knowing I’m in trouble, because D
knows it, too. 

2.  Yes, I've talked to people about Jim, but in my defense, all of the people I have talked with have been “safe” because we don’t know them (with the exception of a lovely Australian couple that we have met) but this changes everything.


I freaked out. I literally blew up and hit the roof. I was quite upset that Jim would presume to talk to someone else about me in this way. However, when I got some time and distance on the issue I realized that this is what I had been wanting him to have all along. I'd just never considered how it felt to be talked about without knowing what was said. I have called him inconsistent, and flaky...I am sure him talking about my infamous temper or tendency to stress is only fair. And anyway, good came out of it in the end. Jim, who has struggled with doing the whole HOH through discussing it with D came to a conclusion for them both: We do DD for them, because they need it, we love them, and it helps our
relationship. It was gratifying to hear my husband have that epiphany on something he has struggled with for so long. Something that people say a lot in the DD world is “be careful what you wish for—you just might get it!” and the thing about it is that when your wish comes true it is never quite in the way you except it. Such is our life, I suppose.



If you made it through all that, thanks for reading!


P.S.—I don’t edit my blog posts. I save that for my books, so if  you noticed a typo or this seems rough, that’s because I typed it exactly the way it sounded in my head! Be good, everyone (or not, if what you want is a stingy bottom!)

This segment of Saturday Spankings features another exert from my book, The Errant Bride. Sara has been spanked by her husband for the first time and given a set of rules to follow, along with consequences if they are not.  It is certainly more than this willful bride counted on! She is frustrated and confused by all the change though Ethan, to his credit, is doing his best to describe why domestic discipline is necessary in their marriage, and what it means to him that she comply. 



“Sometimes, we could use a little old-fashioned in our lives. You know, back in the day people fixed things when they were broken. Now, if you break a plate, or a watch, you just go and buy a new one. I don’t just want to throw us away, honey.”

His gentle, calm tone took some of the wind out of my sails. “It was getting that bad?” I asked. “You wanted to…”

“Not yet. But…I could see it getting that way down the road.”

“And you really think that this…you think it would change anything?” I wasn’t being defensive this time, or hurt, I was just trying to understand him. I really wanted to figure out if this was something we could work around. Like Ethan said, I wanted us to be happy.


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We (Jim and I) have been doing DD for quite a while now. What started off as an on-again, off-again thing has become a more permanent fixture. If nothing else, it is a common topic of conversation. Something I have always wanted to know is, where does this desire come from?

You know what I'm talking about, ladies. The desire to have a man be in control, to have his take care of you and protect you--even when it's from yourself. As it so often is, am I right? I used to be ashamed of this need. After all, women burned theirs bras in protest many, many years ago, and here I am , practically spitting in the face of everything they fought for. I want a man that I can lean on, depend on, and count on even if that means for correction. Especially for correction, depending on the day.

For as long as I can recall I have been a spanko. Even when I was a kid, playing on the playground, a lot of my pretend play involved spanking. If we were playing house, I was the mom and the dad was giving the child a spanking. If I was playing with my baby dolls, they had all been naughty and were in trouble. You get the picture. Still, despite the deep desire to be spanked is an even bigger desire to have a lifestyle where I am held accountable to someone else. 

So often I think I want too much. More and more lately Jim is showing himself to be either disinterested or overly lenient where DD is concerned. I have tried talking to him about it again and again, laying my needs out on the table and all I get is, "I know, I know." It is beyond frustrating. The thing is, for a couple of months we had a great DD relationship. Don't ask me where it went wrong, I can't tell you. After having had a taste, I can't go back. I now know that a DD relationship is a deep, pulsing need that has to be fulfilled. But at times like these, when I am not getting what I need, nor know if I ever will again, it sure would be helpful to know where this desire--this need--comes from. Maybe then I could get rid of it. 

Oh, well, on the plus side, I write much better when I am fueled by longing. So there's that at least. :)    

The unpleasant truth is that despite how easy we can make it seem
in books, practicing domestic discipline is hard.
My husband Jim and I have been practicing off and on for the last four years. We
started up again last September after a long lull, and have been mostly able to
stick with it since then. I think what has made the difference was finding the
DD network and getting support that way.



Still, it is tough, probably because I am so strong willed and he
is so easily forgiving. You wouldn’t think that would be a problem—him being
  forgiving, I mean. But too often he will excuse my behavior better than I can,
  which while sweet, leads to the most common problem within a DD marriage:
  inconsistency. We are both trying to get back on the right path, but I have to
  admit that when he isn’t enforcing rules I tend to run rampant. The defiant
  side of me rears her ugly head.


We have had many long—often heated—discussions about ending
  domestic discipline, but the truth is we both focus better with structure. I
  used to feel so weird for “needing” my husband to be in control, but I do. I
  need to know that he can and will take charge. We both like how our marriage
  functions under this regime, so why is it so hard to keep up?




Enough musing for now! Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful
  dads out there!

Welcome to another exciting edition of Saturday spankings! Here is my exert from my book, The Errant Bride, which will release on June 22nd.
Where we last left off, our Bridezilla Sara was being corporally reprimanded by her dad. Fast forward into the future, she and Ethan have been married for a few months when she finds herself landing in a very similar situation. 

            
“It’s time for your spanking now, honey.” 
 I glared at him, but internally war was raging. I wasn’t sure what to do.
Should I argue some more, and insist that he cannot spank me? Should I just give
in to avoid a fight? 
“Now,” he said, and the authority in his voice made it crystal clear that
he meant business. Without further debate, I nodded, and he patted his leg.
What? Was I supposed to put myself over his knee? That seemed beyond childish.
In fact, this whole scenario--
Ethan took my arm and gently guided me over his lap.

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When our story begins, Sara is excited about her upcoming wedding. She has been something of a bridezilla, and is causing a fuss the morning of her wedding. Her father, normally so patient with her, has had enough and is determined to give her what she
needs. 

“Young lady, I’ve had enough of this!” He barked. “It is not your mother’s responsibility to watch over you every moment. You need to stop being disrespectful to every member of this family, and I mean now.” 
“I need to go shower,” I said stubbornly, trying to hold my ground even though I was shaking on the inside.
“No, I’ll tell you what you need,” he said, as he rolled up the sleeve on his right arm. “What you need to do is to apologize to everyone, starting with your mother. But since you want to keep misbehaving, I’m going to give you some incentive.” With menace in his eyes he
stepped toward me. 


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