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So I’m posting this because it’s, uh, cultural, yes, cultural and uh, improving… (It really is cultural and improving, and it doesn’t hurt that it’s largely topless.)

Oh look! It’s a new collection, full of M/M spanking romance for those who like that sort of thing! There’s going to be a competition for this book on Spanking 4 Men, so stay tuned if you want to win a free copy.

Buy it on Amazon.com $4.99!

Spanking is often bandied about in erotic novels, but in this collection of gay romantic novellas from Loki Renard, the concept of domestic discipline is explored more deeply as something that not only titillates but nourishes and nurtures. In each of these three novellas, misbehaved and occasionally misguided young men meet their match and find love in the hands and arms of older, wiser lovers who believe that discipline goes hand in hand with love.

Included in this collection:

Call Me Boy

When bad boy Raid meets the unashamedly masterful Eric Darwin at one of his nocturnal haunts he starts a fist-fight with him only to find himself over the older man’s lap being spanked like a brat. From that moment on, nothing is the same in Raid’s world. Eric decides to take Raid in hand and Raid quickly finds himself caught in a game of domination that he can’t bear to lose – and can’t afford to win.

Teaching Caine

Caine Bricksford is the son of a multi-billionaire, a spoiled young man with more money than sense. When strict ex-marine turned private security specialist Henry is contracted to provide security for the family, Caine takes a shine to him immediately and embarks on a wildly inappropriate campaign of seduction.

In spite of Caine’s tiresome antics and frequent misbehavior Henry becomes fond of the young man and decides to take him in hand. The heir to the Bricksford fortune soon discovers he is in for some very sound spankings from a man who believes there can be no love without discipline.

Master’s Call

Blake Adams has been summoned to serve his immortal master, a mysterious man who goes only by the name Luke. Unfortunately for his master, Blake is more than a little bit of a handful, he is an aggressive, angry young man who has never known a day’s love or care in his short and brutal existence. He is less than impressed by finding himself pressed into eternal servitude and spends all of his time in outright rebellion against his all powerful master. In spite of many threats and punishments Luke finds that correcting Blake is all but futile, after all, how can one hope to tame a servant who owns his master’s heart?

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From the game Saint’s Row III. In the first round of ‘Whored’ mode, you go about beating people with a giant purple dildo. In the second round, you must fight off hordes of baddies wearing gimp suits and wielding their own dangerous dildos.

And they say video games aren’t art.

I am travel weary and worn and frayed around the edges and slightly stained, but I thought you should know, if you are the sort of person who is interested in such things, that the second series of Military Discipline is now running exclusively on Bethany’s Woodshed.

Book Two sees Zora all but abandoned in a remote mountain town and drinking herself into whatever comes after a stupor. It seems as though she’s destined to spend the rest of her days knocking back whatever happens to be on the top shelf of Iron Horse’s only bar, but then, of course, something interesting happens. The something interesting comes in the form of  Tex, a mysterious and fairly handsome older man who knows far too much about Zora’s dangerous past for her liking.

Read the first chapter for free!

I’ve been so lucky lately to have had people saying lovely things about my works.  It’s been very encouraging and inspiring and I can’t begin to say how appreciative I am of it all. The latest nice things come from Devlin O’Neill, who reviewed my F/F spanking romance, Trinity in Trouble.

Here’s a little snippet from his review, which is very insightful I feel:

 “Trinity” certainly has brats, several of them, but one in particular is an über brat if ever such existed. The title character is an out of control serial trouble maker who would make any Top’s hands itch to grab hold of her and sort her out, briskly, firmly, on her bare bottom, and for a very long time  which of course is what happens, although she never quite makes it all the way to contrition. Renard’s heroines seldom if ever get to that point, or at most briefly.

I very much like the point he makes about my heroines never really being truly contrite. It’s a valid point and I don’t personally consider it a weakness. Contrition isn’t what I’m going for with my brats, instead their spanking relationships tend to stabilize their chaotic tendencies and focus their energies on the useful and the good. They remain complete and unrepentant brats however, which is how I think it should be. (And often is, in real life.) Show me a brat who ever got spanked into being truly contrite for an extended period of time, and I’ll show you this flying piggywig I just added to my menagerie.

Click here to read Devlin’s review!

Serenity Everton, also on twitter as @asparkle2 has kindly written a very nice piece about my M/F spanking story, The Taming of Miss Munroe.  She also has a very on-point analysis of why Miss Munroe has a blighted one star rating, not the sort of thing authors generally like to mention in polite company. Fortunately I have very little shame in these matters, which is why I have not pulled my books off Amazon and retired to a hole to hang my head and eat mud.

Serenity writes:

As a case in point, The Taming of Miss Munroe by Loki Renard is a classic example. This well-written story is spanking fiction. Not erotica. Not precisely historical romance, either.  Sex does not take center stage, or left or right stage. And yet Amazon has unfortunately relegated it to these broadly defined categories, so that careless buyers who were expecting something more, um, explicit are disappointed. Likewise, readers expecting something more innocent are shocked.

Click here to read more!

This haiku was written by the one, the only, sparrow. (Not to be confused with Captain Jack Sparrow. Probably.) It was too good to leave languishing in the comments so I purloined it and put it here.

Palm stikes cheeks. Sorrow.
Heart breaks. Shame makes heart hollow.
Must be forgiven.

Isn’t that brilliant?

Why not compose your own! Remember it’s 5, 7, 5 syllables to a line.

Here’s an attempt at a toppy spanking haiku from yours truly:

Brat over my lap.
Why the wailing, crying out?
Have not begun yet.

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This was supposed to be a tiny little couple hundred word mini-post thing, but it got out of control. Even the posts around here don’t behave themselves. Something ought to be done about that.

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“You can’t spank me,” she says, her eyes flashing warning.

He is not listening. He is removing the cuff-links from his shirt sleeves, methodically placing one then the other on the coffee table. He has said that she is to be spanked. He has said it as if it is the most natural and necessary thing in the world.

“Don’t you dare.” She backs towards an exit, just in case the unthinkable happens and he does actually dare.

He looks at her mildly, his intention plain as he begins rolling his shirt sleeves up over his forearms, which now seem to her to be ridiculously overdeveloped. What has he been doing that the mucles flex visibly with even the smallest movement?

A curl of his salt and pepper has fallen into his eyes, he pushes it back then beckons to her. One finger crooked. Here. Now.

She shakes her head. “No!” Her voice cracks with outrage. “No we are not doing this!”

“Come here, young lady.” His voice is steady and low.

“No,” she insists. “No. No. No. No. No.” She shakes her head, lashing her pony tail from side to side.
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