“You’re doing so well, Karen. Just a few more.”

His praise lifted my heart as much as a caress would have done. He was talking to me like he loved me, which seemed impossible considering. Impossible or not, it gave me hope. 

The next stroke landed across my sit spot and I couldn’t contain the yelp that emerged from my open mouth. “Ow!” I exclaimed, leaping to my feet, my hands shooting toward my injured bottom. 
            
“Karen.”

I whirled to face him, eyes wide when I realized what I had done. “Brandon, please, no. I’m sorry, it was an accident.”

“I know that, sweetheart.” 

Had he just—did he say—?

“Bend back over the desk. You’ll have to take these last three without your panties.”

I was crying anew as I resumed my position over the desk. As wonderful as it felt to be touched by him, I wished with every fiber in my being that it was for a different reason.

You know, a friend of mine used to say that in DD marriages there are two types: Spankos and Spank-nos. I am unashamedly a spanko. (Well, after many years of shame, anyway.) Now, that isn't to say I enjoy punishment spankings--I don't. But I enjoy knowing that their are boundaries and consequences. It makes me feel like the world is a safer place, at least within my own four walls.
Anyway, while the world is talking about Angelina Jolie's "secret marriage" to Brad Pitt, I was thinking about something I heard at the writing conference. Bethany of Blushing Books mentioned that all you needed to do to get your book to really take off was to get Angelina Jolie to tweet about it! Who thinks I should send her a copy of "Love Heals"? LOL!

It got me thinking: is she a SPANKO? An internet search found neither confirmation nor denial, but the thought alone is enough to make me smile. If I were married to Brad Pitt...well. You know.
Now, for me personally, I didn't find Fifty Shades all that enjoyable. I was liking it--ignoring typos and poor word choice--until the end when she gets six with the belt and storms out. I was like, wait a minute, that's IT?! LOL. The Shade of Grey series, obviously, is considered BDSM which leads to interesting questions about what is and is not BDSM, which everyone will have varying opinions on. It's a subject for another day as I am getting off now. Fun chatting with you all!

Happy Hump day--or WIP Wednesday--to you all!! Hope you all are well and looking for some spice thrown into your week! This excerpt comes from my newest book, "Love Heals". If any of you remember Brandon and Karen from "Love Hurts" then you'll be glad to see their story continued here! 

            
“Do you like that, my naughty girl?” he asked huskily as he continued to spank my bottom. “You’re starting to blush already.”

He said it like it was a compliment and I giggled. 
 
“You didn’t answer my question.” He tsked his tongue and the smacks got a little harder. 

“Hey, no fair!” I protested, turning around. “This isn’t supposed to hurt!”

He arched a dark brown eyebrow and gave me that look that turned my insides to jelly. “Is that right, little girl? And since when do you get to tell me how to spank you?”

He had a point. Damn it, I hated it when he was right, because it usually meant more pain for my poor bottom. “I don’t, but--”

“You did,” he countered, still frowning in a way that made my thighs quiver--whether in fear or excitement I wasn’t quite sure.

A thousand retorts leapt to my lips, but in the end I lowered my lashes and went with the one that would be the most helpful. To my bottom, that was. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“We’ll see. Turn around.” 

I obeyed, grateful for the playfulness I could hear underneath his stern tone. The next spank landed quickly, followed rapidly by another to my other cheek. Both stung and were followed by half a dozen more, delivered rapid-fire. 
             
“I make the rules, Karen and if I choose to make your spanking hurt, you’ll take it without the attitude. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I sniffled. It was what I’d agreed to, after all, and having him take me in hand made me as wet as it made him hard. Weird or not, it was what worked for us.

“Now, I’m getting the flogger. Put your legs together, please.” 

I winced. The only time he ever told me to close my legs was when he intended to spank my thighs. I’d had such high hopes for tonight and I had to ruin it with being sassy. Thankfully, from the first swat I could tell he’d switched back to playful. The spanks hurt a little, but the sting faded quickly and was replaced with a tingling that made me purr contentedly. 
 
“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, little girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied dutifully, turning to face him. 
 
“On your knees then.” 

I obeyed quickly with a radiant smile on my face as I unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection. The sight of it never failed to make me horny. I took to my task with gusto, pulling the length into my mouth as far as I could without making myself gag. 

Brandon’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as he groaned his pleasure. 
 
Hearing it spurred me on and I slid my lips up and down his cock with more enthusiasm than I’d imagined possible before meeting him. When I tasted the drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock, I slurped lustily, eager to have his seed spill into the back of my throat. 

“God, Karen.” He grabbed me around the waist and hauled me to my feet. 

“But--”

He interrupted my pouting with a quick smack to my tingling rear. “Bed. Now.”

I scampered to obey his huskily growled command, throwing myself on my back and opening my legs—not to mention my dripping pussy—to his cock. He plunged into my soaking depths with a roar that made me grab fistfuls of sheet and brace myself. Normally unendingly tender, it set my heart to racing when Brandon took me forcefully, his pumping, hurried thrusts telling me how much my body pleased him.

When he came, I let myself go and climaxed right behind him, our bodies shuddering together in mutual bliss. When he fell on me, his tight, muscled body glistened with a sheen of sweat. He kissed my temple and whispered something that sounded like I love you in
between quick, gasping breaths. 
             
I was too spent for words, so I grabbed his cock and moved my hand up and down his shaft to show him instead.

A hearty good morning to all out there in Blogland on this wonderful Monday! I have to admit, I’m enjoying Mondays more than ever because my kids are now in school! I miss them, of course, but I am enjoying some alone time which is usually my time to get things done! Isn’t that the case for all of us? 

I’m just now getting back in the swing of things after an exciting week away at the Blushing Authors Conference! I’ll be honest, I went for the company of other authors I’ve connected with on Facebook, not really expecting to learn much. Boy, was I surprised! I learned a lot and I hope it will help me connect better with you, my readers. 
 
I enjoyed my time away from home and had a blast getting to know authors I previously only knew through the strokes of a keyboard. It was a lot of fun--I ate WAY too much, which my scale let me know right away when I returned home--and I would love to do it again some time! 
 
As some of you may know, I had a new release recently, “Love Heals” which is the sequel to the story “Love Hurts” that came out in February. In this book, the story of Brandon and Karen continues. She’s a high-powered CEO of a large company and he’s the sexy English teacher that spanks her bottom whenever he thinks she needs it. Though it will add to your
enjoyment of the story if you’ve read the first, it’s by no means a must and can be read as a standalone. 

Read on for a free excerpt below:
 
He turned me to face him and gently cupped my chin. “Is that a smile I see? Quick, hide it, I’ll pretend I didn’t see it.” 
             
“What?” 
  
“I figured you were trying to talk your way into a punishment session tonight.” 
             
Despite myself, I smiled. He really was the most understanding, patient man in the world. “No, Sir.” 

“Oh, well, maybe next time.” 

“Maybe next time,” I parroted, starting to feel slightly better. Which went up from slightly the moment he pulled me to him, scooped me up and walked me into the living room. 

With tenderness in his touch and in his eyes, he laid me down flat over the suede ottoman. He bent over me and began kissing me, exploring my mouth then trailing kisses down my neck. When he reached my breasts he began to tease them until both of my nipples were hardened points of arousal. 
 
He kissed and fondled his way down my body. When I felt his hot breath on my thighs, I lifted my hips so that he could pull down my thong. “Spread them,” he whispered. 
             
The command made me shiver and goosebumps prickled my skin. Those had to be the two sexiest words in the English language. I complied with lightning speed--if Brandon noticed that it was the quickest I’d ever obeyed an order, he didn’t mention it. 

 
Feel free to let me know what you think! I love comments! Have a great week, everyone!

Today is release day for me so I decided to post my Sat Spanks snippet early! I have been home for just a few days after nearly a week away for the Blushing Writer's Conference. I had a lovely time and met some wonderful people who I believe will be lifelong friends. I want to encourage each of you to go next time if you get the chance!
Now, on to "Love Heals". This is my sequel to "Love Hurts" that came out in February, featuring characters Karen Donahue and her boyfriend, Brandon.

Karen Donahue is learning that karma is a bitch. While she was licking her
wounds and enjoying some quality time with her hunk of a boyfriend, Brandon, one
of her employees staged a coup and replaced her as CEO. Now all she can think
about is sweet, thrilling revenge. The only problem is that her boyfriend can't find out. He'd never approve, but she can't just take this sitting down. She has to fight back. As she plots and schemes, keeping secrets becomes harder than she can imagine. Soon, one lie turns into another and another and she just knows that she'll get the spanking of her life if he finds out. Or worse - she'll lose him.

Picking up where we left off last time:
            
“Brandon,” I gasped, another breathy murmur. 
“Shh, I’m hardly even touching you.” He was right, of course, but somehow that feather-light touch awakened every nerve in my body. Every inch of me was shivery and aroused, every bit of skin begging for his attention. I drew my breath in slowly, waiting to see what he would do next. My nipples were hardened to the point of pain which might have a little something to do with the nipple clamps he’d put on them earlier. My pussy was throbbing in need, but it didn’t seem like he planned on sating my desire any time soon. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, muffling my frustrated moan. 
He heard it anyway and chuckled low in his throat. “Soon, baby girl, if you’re good. You do want to be good, don’t you?” 
God, I’d never wanted anything more in my life.