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Discipline and Desire: Novellas
Protecting Jenny (coming soon)
This four-chapter novella is based on a reader-submitted plot contest, sponsored by Discipline and Desire. I had a blast writing it!
After Jenny witnesses the terrorist involved in a bombing attempt on four local hospitals, she must go into the Witness Protection Program. Mitch is assigned to protect her, and he doesn't mind spanking her to do it. Problem is, his training doesn't account for falling in love ...
Naked,” he said. “Now.”
She gulped and stared at him from the other side of the bed. The belt swung from his hand, every jingle of the buckle sending tingles of nerves through her body. It looked so big and heavy. The rough leather looked old and soft, but menacing.
“Okay, see … nuh-uh,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t think so.” She swallowed and touched a hand to her throat. “That thing looks scary.” More ...
The Sanders Center (coming soon)
When Sarah checks into The Sanders Center, a rehab kind of clinic for learning self-discipline,she ends up with the owner as her personal handler and trainer. While his expertise is a great thing for her progress, her bottom learns just how much discipline it can take. Problem is, neither of them have any experience with their feelings for each other ....
“As you know, spankings are routinely given every morning during the inpatient phase. It’s your reminder to behave.” I shifted in my seat while he flipped through my papers. His office had one green plant and a whole lot of white, softened by baby blue carpeting and soft green walls. The whole complex was zen-like. Everything in its place, nothing extraneous anywhere, like clutter was a four letter word.
I'd discovered the Sanders Center online over three years ago. I kept going back to it, following a feeling that it was something that could help me. On the website, they advertised that they taught self-acceptance to their clients, all while guiding "you to be the best you." The discipline was mentioned, but their rhetoric was all warm and fuzzy.
My room at the Center was economical. A single twin bed, a nightstand, a desk with one drawer and a straight-backed chair, a dresser, and a contraption that looked like one of those kneeling desk chairs that were so in vogue in the nineties. My imagination immediately decided it was a spanking bench—not a tough conclusion since there was a paddle, a strap, a cane, and a crop hanging on the wall above it. More ...
Prim and Proper Passion
Set in the early days of the Depression, a one-room schoolhouse teacher struggles to balance her days as a prim teacher with her weekends as a passionate artist sketching spanked women. When a girl's father forces both her worlds to collide, Vivianne Nichols ends up well-spanked and well-loved.
She tried to think of a lie, but couldn’t think of one that would work. She jumped back when he unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. She couldn’t take her eyes off that long strip of leather.
"Lift your skirts, Miss Nichols. I’ll be more than happy to turn your fantasies into reality." More ...
The Healing Touch
When Elise meets Rusty, she's skeptical of her attraction. First, he was awfully nice, almost too nice. Secondly, he seemed the antithesis of an alpha male--and she had a thing for alpha males. Then, after she experiences his alpha potential when he spanks her, she and he must work through her intimacy issues if their relationship is to grow. Good thing he's a sexual surrogate ... Or is it?
I’d better come clean with one of my secrets. You see, I have a particular … kink. I really hate the word fetish. I don’t like kink much better, but those are my choices. They both make it sound like a sexy romp (and sometimes it’s a wonderfully fun sexy romp, don’t get me wrong!) for something that can be so intimate and, well … deep.
So to get to the point, I have a thing for spanking. Not that I’ve had the opportunity to test out my particular fantasy, but doesn’t thinking about it weekly … daily … uh, hourly — count for something?
Anyway, my point is that as a single girl in Manhattan, I tend to look at every guy around as a potential date. You know, the automatic assessment of each guy you meet: Will he still look handsome after a decade? Will he still pass that sexy smile to you when he wakes up in the morning? Or that twinkle eyed grin?
But my questions go a bit deeper. Does he look like a potential spanker? Would he be man enough to be in charge? Does he seem like he’d be responsible enough for the role? Caring? Sensitive?
Then, of course, I discreetly check out the hands. Yes, those very same hands that I hope will be spanking me some day. Are they big? Are they strong? Roughly calloused? I mean, soft, feminine hands are just not going to do it for me, even if they’re on a manly man. More ...
The Loving Touch
In this sequel to The Healing Touch, Elise and Rusty adjust to living together and establishing their boundaries. Problem is, Elise's national fame as a "sex expert" comes crashing down when her domestic discipline lifestyle is outed. Not only does she have to worry about her new career, but Elise and Rusty must find a way to each other in spite of his career as a sexual surrogate, helping other women with their intimacy issues ...
“These things are all because I love you, and because you requested them, because you knew you needed them.” He shook his head. “I know you don’t like being told what to do sometimes, but I’m learning that the more afraid you are, the more defiant you act.”
Darned tears. I swiped at my eyes, growling at myself.
“We achieve intimacy by expressing our true feelings, and letting ourselves be vulnerable.”
I cried, “But you’re never vulnerable! You’re always right, and that’s not fair. I’m an adult, and I’m right just as often as you are.”
He cocked his head. “Of course you are, and I’m wrong just as often as you are.”
He patted my bottom. “When we establish and agree on a rule, and you ignore it, that tells me that you need a little reminder of our boundaries.”
See? Here it comes. I knew I’d end up being spanked. And let me tell you, for all his gentleness and permission-asking, his spankings hurt. More ...
The Adventures of Keely Anne Sparks
When Keely teases her husband, Rick, into spanking her, she has no idea that she's opening a can of worms that will get her spanked even more often than she may enjoy. Rick discovers that the lifestyle of domestic discipline offers a wonderful way to keep Keely safe from her own too-adventurous spirit.
“Keely, are you saying you want a spanking when you misbehave?” Rick asked.
Keely pertly stuck her chin in the air. “I don’t misbehave.”
Rick laughed. “Oh yes, you do. What do you call sneaking out in the middle of the night to go kayaking alone?”
She pointed her finger at his chest. “That is not misbehaving. I merely felt like kayaking under the full moon, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
Rick sighed in exasperation and gently pulled at her hair. “You know better than to kayak alone.” More ...
Bethany's Woodshed: Novellas
Restless Rumshpringa
Who says Amish youth don't have fun? While her friends are out exploring the wild ways of the world, Katie obediently tries to stay within their Amish community. Her oats, however, demand to be sewn, and when her parents won't let her have fun with her Rumshpringa time, she must choose between obedience and the restless callings of her soul. But with a job looking after the widowed Preacher Micah's children, it's hard to stray when he's as willing to take the buggy whip to her bottom as offer her a kind word. Restless Rumshpringa or not, Katie grows to love Micah, even when he peels some ginger to teach her a lesson or two ...
“Bend over the pile.”
I obeyed, my throat tightening.
He parted my apron in the back, and I held my breath. To my surprise, he took hold of the hem of my dress, pushing it up and over my bottom. I could feel my legs trembling, and tears were already spilling onto my face.
“From now on, this is how you’ll prepare yourself if I send you to the woodshed.” More at Bethany's Woodshed ...
Plain Passion
Betsy Borntrager wants nothing more in her life than to kneel for her baptismal vows in the Amish church, marry Eli, and raise a family in the old ways. But she is surrounded by silence amongst the Plain People—silence that is meant to bring her closer to the church, and yet is pushing her further away. The only one not silent is Eli, and he has a different way of dealing with undesirable behavior—spanking, suppositories and plastic rods that make her feel submission in a whole new way.
“Are you asking me for a bletsching, Betsy girl?”
Her only answer was a nod. He lifted the buggy whip off his lap to put it to the side so that he could face her, and watched her eyes go wide at the side of it in his hand. He set it down in the bottom of the buggy and pulled the blanket from her lap to put on his instead.
He patted the heavy blanket. “You’ll do your confessing over my lap.” More at Bethany's Woodshed ...
Short Stories
My stand alone short stories are available at Discipline and Desire!
- New Year's Eve Babe
- The Case of the Missing Pumpkins
- Giving Thanks
- The Contract
- The Agency: Ellie's Story
- Monroe County Newsy Newcomers
- Polishing the Finish
- Leila and the Personal Trainer
- Leila and the Personal Trainer II
- Love
- The Difference
- Practice Makes Perfect
- Passion
