I hope everyone is having a great December. I’ll post an update to what’s been going on in my life soon, but in the meantime I just wanted to post about a handful of great spanking books from some of my favorite authors. My own current Work in Progress is going to be a little delayed by just how busy things have been over here recently, so these are ones I’d definitely recommend to those of seeking out something great to read. This post is a little bit long, so I’ve put it under a cut. Read more to learn about great books from Renee Rose, Jaye Peaches, Claire Britain and Morganna Williams!
First, we have Stepbrother’s Rules by Renee Rose
LuAnn’s had a crush on her older, rebellious stepbrother since the year he lived with them—his last year of high school. Now, four weeks before graduating from Sarah Wharton Women’s College, she’s been kicked out for having boys in her dormitory, and he’s the one who shows up to collect her. With her parents away in Europe, he brings her to his place, because leaving a young woman unchaperoned isn’t done in 1957.
Brad makes it clear she is not to emulate the wild behavior of his youth, and he starts things out with a long, bare-bottomed punishment. Soon, though, he discovers his stepsister is all grown up, and having her under his authority makes her a temptation too delicious to resist. Before long, he’s strayed way past what is acceptable, turning her into his little girl and bringing her to the peaks of pleasure during her numerous punishments.
Here’s a quick sneak peek at the story for you to enjoy:
He flipped her long poodle skirt up her back. “I will not tolerate tantrums or disrespect while you’re in my household,” he said. “And I rather enjoy spanking you, mouse, so you’d be wise to be remember it.” Since he’d done it once, he went straight to pulling her panties down, ignoring her hand flailing behind to cover her delightful rump. He began to spank her fast and hard, punishing her flesh with firm slaps. Right side, left side, middle, he alternated his target each time. Setting up a steady rhythm as she bucked and writhed on his lap. His cock grew hard at the sight of her.
“Ow…please!” she squeaked.
He kept at it, even though his hand stung.
Her wiggling caused her hips to rub against his hardened cock, tormenting him with the sensation. He brought his hand down on the back of her thigh, four times in the exact same place and she howled between clenched teeth. He gave the other side the same treatment. “That was very naughty, mouse.”
“Sor-ry!” she wailed. “Please stop.”
He didn’t want to stop. It felt too good to apply his palm to her perfect ass, turning her milky white skin to pink.
“Please?” she begged, kicking her legs.
Like the night before, he saw evidence of her arousal on the glossy lips of her sex. The urge to touch her there sent a wave of feverish heat pouring through his body. He stopped spanking and closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped again. “Please.”
He opened his eyes again, finding control. Running his hand over her warmed cheeks, he caressed her curves. “Naughty girls will be punished, mouse.” Of their own accord, his fingers brushed the outer lips of her sex.
She went still.
He circled her bottom again, once more allowing one of his fingers to brush her feminine charms.
Her legs fell open.
His breath stalled in his chest. He circled again, this time taking his middle finger slowly and deliberately up the slit of her pussy. Her nectar coated his finger, the slickness making his cock jerk to be inside her.
A small sound came out of her mouth—something like a moan.
Want to know more about Renee Rose?
Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
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Next, I have something sexy from Jaye Peaches: Mastering Meg
Here’s what Jaye had to say when I asked if I could post about her book:
Hi Alex, thank you for the invite to your wonderful blog.
My interest in spanking remains a long affair. You could say I was born with it. So
writing spanking romance novels is something of a natural progression from reading about
them. I’ve chosen a passage from Mastering Meg, which is a contemporary tale, because it
probably reflects more of me, the dreamy bottom, than any other book I’ve written. As well
as being a romance, the book deals with a spanking fantasy becoming real; not that this one is
a particular one of mine, but it does make for an interesting scene.
Meg is a dental receptionist and she’s been rather rude to a patient right in front of
new dentist, Jeremy. He turns out to be a spanking enthusiast too. So they quickly arrange for
a disciplinary session. It involves Meg’s deepest fantasy: spanked over a dentist’s chair.
So, here’s the excerpt from this scene!
For a few seconds, we wait. He rests a hand on my back steadying me as I shuffle
slightly, trying to gain stability and some degree of poise. It’s awkward being bent over
somebody’s lap on a dentist’s chair.
My shadow moves across the floor. Jeremy is adjusting the light, changing the angle
and directing it over my raised bottom. I tense, my knees knock together, and I turn my head,
trying to catch a glimpse of his face. The repositioning of the lamp has cast his features into
darkness, and the beam of light is narrowed—I’m the target, not his face. I wonder, for a
moment, if I should say my safeword, because the vulnerability is almost unbearable and is
about to worsen. Any man like him, and I know these men well, would eventually require me
to divest of clothing. A gradual uncovering, staged and ponderous. I’ve done it countless
times before now, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
My skirt moves, shifting up the backs of my legs and over my butt.
A cool rush of air greets my exposed flesh. I gasp and bury my face in my hands,
mortified, yet tantalisingly engaged by his slow peeling off my clothing.
I expect him to lower my knickers, but he doesn’t. Instead, he tucks the skirt up
around my waist. With ticklish fingers, he draws my panties up over my buttocks and unveils
my lobes. Between my cheeks, in my crack, the gusset tightens, driven into my wet place.
He circles each buttock with the flat of his hand, warming them gradually. “I’m going
to spank you now. A long, hard spanking. You know the drill. Keep quiet and still.” The
poetry of his wording isn’t lost on me. I smother a giggle and the frivolous response helps
ease the tension.
I do know the drill and I want to show him I can do those things. I try hard to relax
and not let my apprehension turn my bottom into rock-hard mounds. I take a deep breath,
because out of the corner of my eye, the shadow moves again and I see an outline of his
raised hand. I screw my eyes shut and bite down on my lower lip.
The smack is awesome. Painful. He spanks in a swooping motion, slapping into one
of my arse cheeks and leaving a stinging flare imprinted on my skin. Before I can assimilate
the smarting sensation, the other cheek is treated in a similar fashion.
I jerk, unable to stay perfectly still. The hand resting on my lower back grows heavier,
pinning me down. Another two slaps, just like the first, and I’m panting already. I paddle my
feet up and down, like little flippers, tapping the floor, but I manage to keep them low.
After a dozen hard smacks, Jeremy stops. “The next time Mrs. Pollock visits or rings,
you will apologise.”
No! I don’t want the embarrassment of owning up that it was I on the telephone, then
have to endure her talking down to me in retaliation. I sniff, but say nothing.
I grab two fistfuls of my dangling hair and tug at them. “All right,” I whine.
He continues to spank me and as the heat in my rear turns from warm to roasting, I
lose all sense of reality. I’m quite content to let him spank away, while I grunt and jiffle on
his lap. I haven’t been counting, but I sense him changing tactics. The smacks aren’t as hard,
not as swift, and he’s rubbing between sets. It’s all familiar territory, except it’s been weeks
since my last trip over the knee. Oliver flashes through my mind and I obliterate him. Oliver,
the generally sweet, the occasionally stern, always reserved—my shirker of romance and
fidelity. He doesn’t commit to one particular companion and he’s one of many who court my
arse for their pleasure. I prefer it that way—the lack of commitment.
I shoot forward. I’ve distracted myself thinking of Oliver and it’s a cursory mental
detour around my past spankings, returning me back to here. My tush is reminding me who’s
in charge. With each stinging slap, I capitulate to Jeremy. I’ve reached the stage when I wish
for a brief cessation, a pause. If I’d been standing up, I’d be hopping about, clutching my butt
and doing a dance. I’ve forgotten how spankings hurt; however, I like to be disciplined and
when this moment comes, when the spanking smarts and my bottom is on fire, this is when I
give into it and bite my tongue. Afterwards, back at home, I will sit on this heat and
reminisce, stripping away the worst—the pain and humiliation—and recreate the fantasy,
wrapping it around Jeremy. By bedtime, my fingers will dip into my panties, touching and
stroking, satisfying the craving.
I grind my hips into his lap, focusing my wandering daydreams back to him. Don’t
And here’s a little bit about the story itself:
Life in a small town’s dental clinic is less about teeth and more about bare bottoms….
When Megan is rude to a troublesome patient at the dental clinic where she works, the man
who catches her in the act is none other than the tall, dark, and handsome Dr. Jeremy
Rawlings. After informing Megan that it is clear from her behaviour that she is in desperate
need of discipline, Jeremy instructs her to remain at the office after work for a sound
Despite her embarrassment at the prospect of such a humiliating punishment, Megan finds
herself doing as she is told. Once her panties are down and her bottom is properly bared, her
spanking turns out to be firm, unyielding, and painfully thorough. But Jeremy’s manner
during her chastisement is sincere and kind, and before she knows it she has promised to
apologize sincerely for her rudeness.
Though his standards for her are exacting, Megan finds herself more aroused by Jeremy than
she has been by any man before, and she doesn’t hesitate to agree when he asks her to be his
submissive. But will her penchant for mischief and defiance mean that she spends most of her
time with a red bottom?
And finally, a little bit about Jaye:
I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books
contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire
a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes
composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Jaye lives in NW England.
Next, we have Clare Britain with her new F/F release, Reigning in Riley
Here’s a little bit about it:
When Joanna Armstrong hires Riley Carrington to work for her company—one of Los Angeles’
most prestigious advertising firms—she knows she’s taking a risk. With her sharp tongue and
defiant attitude, Riley seems bound for trouble, but there’s something special about her that
Joanna can’t bring herself to pass up.
After Riley insults one of the company’s senior partners, however, Joanna decides that what the
beautiful, free-spirited twenty-seven-year-old needs is structure and consequences. Riley faces a
suspension without pay for her misconduct, and when Joanna offers her an alternate proposal she
hesitantly agrees. She will work for Joanna at her home office, but first she’ll submit to a
thorough, no-nonsense paddling, and any future misbehavior will earn her more of the same, this
time on her bare bottom.
Joanna’s firm-handed discipline turns out to be just what Riley has been missing, and before long
they have become much more than just boss and employee. Despite Joanna’s best efforts and
Riley’s frequently sore bottom, her wild and careless behavior continues even as their romance
blossoms. When a motorcycle accident almost claims Riley’s life, Joanna takes it upon herself to
care for her girlfriend, though her treatment often leaves Riley blushing crimson. But once Riley
recovers, will Joanna be prepared to do whatever it takes to rein her in before it is too late?
And here’s an excerpt for you to enjoy:
Joanna started a steady flurry of spanks to Riley’s behind, alternating cheeks and
covering Riley’s backside from top to bottom. Riley could feel the heat building as the stinging
slaps began to renew her arousal and she moaned in response to the fire building on her behind
and between her legs. Joanna smiled and decided it was time to cool Riley off a little.
“Now I’m going to begin, Riley,” she said coolly.
Joanna raised her arm high and brought it down with ferocity on Riley’s cheeks over and
over in a steady rhythm that had Riley bucking and writhing on Joanna’s lap in an attempt to
avoid the assault.
“Ow, shit, c’mon, Jo, that hurts, please, no more!” Riley pleaded.
Joanna stopped and put her hand on Riley’s hot bottom. “Are you ever going to do that
“No, I promise, please!” Riley whimpered, looking up behind her to see what implement
was causing the wicked sting, only to see Joanna’s hand.
“That was just my hand, Riley, and let me assure you that was only half of what I’m
capable of,” Joanna assured her, applying a few harder spanks to Riley’s behind again. “Do we
understand our positions now?”
“Ow, ow, yes, we do,” Riley replied desperately.
“Very good, but I’m not done with you yet,” Joanna said as she guided Riley up off her
Riley’s hands immediately flew to her backside, frantically trying to rub the sting away.
Joanna grinned as she watched Riley. “No rubbing!” she said as sternly as she could over
her amusement, making Riley jump and put her hands at her side.
“I want you to go to the bed and lie face down, and don’t you move until I tell you.”
Riley looked deeply into Joanna’s green eyes, a crooked grin appearing on her face as she
went compliantly over to the bed.
“Wait, that shirt, I want it off,” Joanna commanded.
Riley turned to face Joanna and grasped the hem of her nightshirt, slowly pulling it up
over her stomach then to her small breasts seductively and eventually off over her head. Joanna
nodded her approval as she went to her dresser and removed a silk scarf from one of the drawers.
She pointed at the bed and Riley climbed on, lying face down. Joanna admired her handiwork
and ran a finger over Riley’s bright red behind, making her shiver. She folded the scarf and tied
it around Riley’s head in a blindfold, a satisfied smile on her face as she left the bedroom.
Riley’s arousal was as intense as the sting she still felt on her bottom. Even though she
wanted to rub out the sting, the invisible bonds of Joanna’s instruction left her in submission and
the anticipation made her heart race.
Riley could see nothing but she heard Joanna return to the bedroom and her heart
pounded in her chest and her bottom cheeks clenched in anticipation. She felt Joanna sit on the
bed next to her and she held her breath.
“Did you rub your bottom while I was gone?” Joanna whispered in Riley’s ear.
“No,” Riley breathed.
“Good girl. When you do as you’re told, you get rewarded. Unlike when you’re naughty
and you get punished,” Joanna whispered, making Riley squirm on the bed.
Claire is a new author, but obviously a great one! You can check out her facebook page here.
Finally, I have Unacceptable Behavior from Morganna Williams.
Here’s the basics on it:
Maxine Reynolds knows it is careless to read naughty stories on her phone will driving, but she is utterly shocked by the consequences when she rear-ends ex-CIA agent Rafe Jennings, the head of security at her place of work. After scolding her for her reckless and unacceptable behavior, he proceeds to give her exactly what she needs—a long, hard, thoroughly embarrassing bare-bottom spanking followed by a belt whipping over the edge of his desk.
After her punishment, Rafe informs Maxine that from now on he’ll be making it his business to keep her in line, and though she protests, she cannot help recognizing that his guidance makes her feel safer and more loved than she’s ever felt before. Still, she can’t let herself believe that he could be genuinely interested in her or that he sees her as more than a girl who needs his help.
Yet once he takes her into his arms and claims her fully, Maxine begins to wonder if maybe he truly does want her as his own. But when Rafe is sent overseas for one last mission, her fears send her into a spiral of self-destruction. Will he return in time to rescue Maxine from herself?
And here’s an excerpt for you to enjoy!
“Don’t you want to talk about this?”
“I think everything’s been pretty much said. Corner. One…”
“Fine!” Max yelled as she stomped to the corner, where she stood fidgeting from one foot to the other. He had a paddle… how bad was it going to be… worse than his hand? As bad as the belt?
Rafe set the sandwich plates down on the counter before sitting down on the couch with his other purchase. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he painstakingly pulled the large staple holding the rubber string and ball out of the lightweight paddle. It was smaller than the ones from the grocery store, more compact but a tad thicker. All in all it was sturdy little fly-back paddle. She shuddered when he swished it in the air experimentally and grinned, apparently satisfied it would serve his purposes.
“Come here, Maxine,” he ordered.
Max stayed in the corner, her nose pressed tightly into it. “I’m still reflecting on the error of my ways.”
Her shoulders slumped in defeat before Max turned to face him and walked slowly to her doom. Stupid paddle… stupid scary paddle…
When she was standing before him, Rafe wasted no time pulling her down across his thighs and baring her bottom to his gaze and to the paddle.
He didn’t take any time for a warm-up but just got to business bringing the little paddle down with a loud crack that seemed to echo around the living room.
Max yowled as the sting filled her backside with fire, barely having time to absorb it before the paddle fell a second time and then a third. She quickly lost count as it fell again and again rapidly across her writhing bottom.
Rafe kept up a quick and steady rhythm, watching as he painted her bottom several shades of red then an intriguing shade of scarlet.
Max hung limply over his knee feeling as if her bottom would explode into flames any minute and set the wicked little paddle on fire. She would not mourn its demise.
A shuddering sigh of relief ran through her as Rafe stopped for a moment, then she realized he was only tipping her further over so he could pay special attention to the spot where her thighs and bottom met and she started crying anew.
Rafe blazed another path of glory across the sweet spot now opened up to him and continued to paddle her as if he would never stop.
Max suddenly felt as if something cracked open inside her and released every bit of tension held within her body in a mighty sigh of surrender, letting go of her last bit of control. She sobbed loudly, not even registering the spanking had stopped. She gave him everything that was within her and with the release came freedom and blessed peace.
Rafe loved her; no matter how far up the cliff was, he would catch her… Rafe was her net. When she lost control, he would be there to bring her back in focus, he would give her clarity.
I hope you’ll check out these awesome books! Maybe you’ll discover a new favorite spanking author. Happy Holidays, everyone!