Abductions, Enemas, Spankings and Tentacles

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“Toxins are building up in your body,” he said. “That’s what’s causing the fever. It’s only going to get higher and worse. Your liver and kidneys are going to shut down. There aren’t going to be enough painkillers on this ship to mask the agony you feel as you die from organ failure if I don’t do this now.”

When he put it that way, it did sound serious. “Okay,” she said. “You should have told me that first instead of wasting time smacking me.”

“I didn’t want to frighten you,” Rake said, turning away to go through the medical supplies. “This is a quick and easy fix if I get the right solution into you. Assume the position please, young lady.”

Lyra did as she was told, hating every second of it. The cloying sense of nausea seemed much more ominous now and all she wanted was for the procedure to be over. Easier to call it a procedure than an enema, even in her mind.

“Okay,” Rake said, interrupting her thoughts. “I’m ready. Just try to relax, okay?”

She nodded and shut her eyes. With her eyes shut she could maybe pretend that what was happening wasn’t actually happening. That plan lasted about as long as it took for Rake to part her bottom cheeks and dab cool lubricant against her anus.

“Oh, my god,” Lyra groaned.

“It’s okay,” Rake soothed. “You’re doing fine.”

She felt something long and hard nuzzling at the lubricated aperture and let out a little hiss of surprise. Slowly but surely, the end of the enema nozzle began to sink inside her body, taking her in a place she’d never been taken before. Rake seemed almost practiced in the art of giving an enema; she felt it in the sureness of his touch and the way the nozzle moved inside her with little resistance.

“Take it out,” she whimpered softly.

“Soon,” he said. “Just try to relax.”

He might as well have told her to get up from the bed and try to fly. It was impossible to relax with her bottom full of hard plastic being propelled by the hand of a strong man. It seemed to take an eternity for him to be satisfied that it was in the right position.

“There,” he said, patting her bottom gently. “That’s perfect.”

Lyra let out a little groan of pure mortification.

“You’re going to feel a lot better soon,” he promised as a trickle of warm liquid began to seep inside her bottom.

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Meeting Her Mate – And Her Match

“Hello.”

A deep voice emanated from the other side of the room. Lyra gasped and turned, noticing her companion for the first time.

It was a man. He was a good two feet taller than her and judging by his physique he was also a fighter. His shoulders were great bull-like rounds of muscle, his torso a ripple of muscles. She could not see below his waist due to his pants, but the breadth of them told her that the conditioning went all the way down. He was viscerally appealing in body. As he drew closer, she was able to see his face. He had a hard face, chin and jaw covered in just a little more than 5 o’clock shadow. His nose was flattened at the bridge, likely from being broken at some point, and his high cheek bones were marked with the faint stripes of scars. His hair was dark and tousled, his eyes a piercing pale blue even in that low light. Lyra felt her innards responding to him on a purely animal level. He was the first human, let alone first man she’d seen in many, many years.

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Rake,” he said, leaving the fireplace where he had been standing to come closer to her. He moved with an athletic prowl which completely transfixed her. “You’re Lyra,” he said as he came within arm’s length of her. “I’ve seen you fight.”

His tone indicated he wasn’t that impressed by her fighting. There was a slight curl to his lip as he said the word, as if he were putting invisible air quotes around the word. “Fight.”

Instantly on the defensive, Lyra moved back a little, not because she was afraid of him, but because she was going to need the range when she kicked him in the face. He closed the distance. She opened it again. He was much more intimidating up close. She could now see that much of his body was trammeled by scars, some quite thick and jagged. He had obviously seen a great deal of combat in his life, more than she had likely.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Remember you?” Lyra curled her lip up at him. “I’ve never met you before.”

“The night you were taken, you don’t remember someone else being there?”

She frowned. “I don’t… I don’t remember the night I was taken.”

He seemed disappointed to hear that, as if she’d failed some test she didn’t know she’d been taking.

“What are you doing?” She asked the question as he took yet another step toward her.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you?” He stopped for a moment. “They want us to breed.”

Shock made Lyra’s jaw drop. She stared at him blankly log enough for him to start smirking. A little tingling in her nether regions indicated that her body was not entirely against the idea, but her mind was overruling her baser impulses on this one. There was no way… there was just no way.

“Joke’s on them,” Lyra replied. “I was given the implant back on Earth. There’s about as much a chance of me falling pregnant by you as there is me sleeping with you in the first place.”

Rake’s eyes narrowed at her. “You’re rude.”

“What’s rude about that? Do the women usually just lie back and spread their legs for you when you tell them that you’re going to have sex with them? Or have you confused me for a blow up doll?”

Lyra had spent many hours alone thinking about what it would be like if she ever laid eyes on another human. This was not how she had ever pictured it, but Rake had a serious sexual charge about him which scared her more than any alien monster and it was making her defensive, and yeah, maybe a little rude.

He gave her a long, steady look, those icy eyes cutting to her core. She stared back at him, hoping she looked as scary to him as he looked to her, but knowing that was unlikely to be the case. It was hard to make big brown eyes and a round face look frightening. The only weapon she had was her tongue, and she was going to use it.

“How many women have you had in here?” She continued talking, using questions as a defence. The longer they talked, the better chance she had of dealing with him. She let her gaze run up and down the length of his person in a way she hoped would cut him down to size. “You don’t seem like someone who gets laid a lot.”

The smirk returned to his devilishly handsome face. “Why do you say that?”

“Because a man who gets laid a lot doesn’t just come out and say he’s going to breed with you.”

“What does a man who gets laid a lot do?”

“I don’t know,” she frowned. “Not walk around half-naked. Not… be you.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, as if he was unable to believe what he was being confronted with.

“I’m important,” she said, trying to claw back a little respect. “And you’re not.”

His lips spread in a dark smile. “Arrogant little wretch, aren’t you.”

“It’s not arrogance if it’s true.”

“You’re as important as a pit dog,” he said in crushing tones. “To them you’re nothing more than a bitch to be mated. They threw you in here for me to do with you as I will. All they care about is that by the end of this my seed gets shot deep inside you.”

Excerpt from The Rebel’s Mate…

Abducted from Earth by tentacled humanoids, small town girl Lyra finds herself in the belly of an interstellar transporter and entirely at the mercy of a race of creatures beyond her wildest nightmares. Temporarily deprived of sight by the aliens, her only solace during the journey to a far-off planet is found in the soothing arms of an unseen man who, despite sharing her current circumstances, promises that one day he will rescue her.

Three years later, Lyra has accepted being put to use as a gladiator in an interspecies competition waged for the amusement of her alien masters. But when her owner decides to mate Lyra with another champion fighter, she unexpectedly finds herself face to face with Rake, the very man who once vowed to rescue her. Unfortunately, all memory of him and her abduction has long since been erased by her captors.

Lyra is not pleased to find herself confronted by six feet of arrogant male muscle and she’s even less pleased when the stranger informs her that he intends to mate her, but her displeasure turns to true fury when he takes her hostage and escapes with her. Her mind having been thoroughly addled by the aliens, Lyra resists her rescuer and sets about making Rake’s life as difficult as possible. To her shock and embarrassment, when her defiance continues Rake bares her bottom, puts her over his knee, and gives her the spanking of her life.

Despite her best efforts to hate him, over the course of several near death escapes from their alien pursuers Lyra begins to realize that Rake is everything she’s ever wanted and needed in a man. When he claims her at last, the intense pleasure of his dominant lovemaking nearly causes her to forget that they’re running for their lives. But can Rake truly keep his promise to bring Lyra safely home once and for all, or will their desperate bid for freedom end in disaster?

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*NEW* The Rebel’s Mate, Erotic Sci-Fi Spanking Adventure

Abducted from Earth by tentacled humanoids, small town girl Lyra finds herself in the belly of an interstellar transporter and entirely at the mercy of a race of creatures beyond her wildest nightmares. Temporarily deprived of sight by the aliens, her only solace during the journey to a far-off planet is found in the soothing arms of an unseen man who, despite sharing her current circumstances, promises that one day he will rescue her.

Three years later, Lyra has accepted being put to use as a gladiator in an interspecies competition waged for the amusement of her alien masters. But when her owner decides to mate Lyra with another champion fighter, she unexpectedly finds herself face to face with Rake, the very man who once vowed to rescue her. Unfortunately, all memory of him and her abduction has long since been erased by her captors.

Lyra is not pleased to find herself confronted by six feet of arrogant male muscle and she’s even less pleased when the stranger informs her that he intends to mate her, but her displeasure turns to true fury when he takes her hostage and escapes with her. Her mind having been thoroughly addled by the aliens, Lyra resists her rescuer and sets about making Rake’s life as difficult as possible. To her shock and embarrassment, when her defiance continues Rake bares her bottom, puts her over his knee, and gives her the spanking of her life.

Despite her best efforts to hate him, over the course of several near death escapes from their alien pursuers Lyra begins to realize that Rake is everything she’s ever wanted and needed in a man. When he claims her at last, the intense pleasure of his dominant lovemaking nearly causes her to forget that they’re running for their lives. But can Rake truly keep his promise to bring Lyra safely home once and for all, or will their desperate bid for freedom end in disaster?

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The Doctor Is In, And He Bought Ginger…

Ever wonder if your medical professional might be proficient in the use of herbal remedies? Doctor Knows Best’s hero Dr Steven Foster sure is…

“You’ve been behaving like a little brat, haven’t you? You’ve been teasing and testing me all afternoon. And now you’re going to find out what the consequences for that are.”

He left for a moment, coming back with something in his hand. Laura didn’t see what it was, but she didn’t give it a second thought either. She was distracted by his tall, handsome, unfortunately fully clothed form as he sat on her comforter and drew her down over his thighs.

It was a position for punishment, but she was not worried about that. The mood was not punitive. It was sensual and soft. She lay across his lap, stretched out on the bed, and let his hands trace over her back, bottom, and thighs for long minutes before focusing on her bottom, swatting her lightly and urging her thighs apart a little.

There was lubricant, gentle dollops that fell against her bottom hole. He was returning there once more and she did not mind in the least. She moaned softly as his finger roamed back and forth along the crevice of her bottom, the lubricant making its journey slick and easy as he began to circle the tip of his finger at that most sensitive apex of her being.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ginger, making sure she saw it. She had watched him peel and shape it before dinner, but she still did not put two and two together until he explained his plans.

“This ginger goes into your bottom,” he said. “It’s going to feel hot and it’s going to sting, and you’re going to know why being a little smart mouth is a very bad idea.”

Laura gasped and squirmed at the idea. He continued to hold her cheeks apart, her anus exposed to his gaze and his fingers.

“But…”

“I warned you, Laura,” he said softly. “All the while you were thinking you were so cute, this was waiting for you.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“Of course it’s fair,” he replied, warmth in his voice even as the tip of the peeled root began to press against her bottom hole. He had prepared her with the utmost care, but as the ginger began to sink inside her it brought with it a curious warmth that only grew. Steven slid it three or so inches inside her and settled the thicker part of the root against her sphincter. Laura whimpered and squirmed, not because it was too big. It was barely thicker or longer than his finger, but unlike his finger, it brought with it a tingling heat.

“You know, they used to use this as a punishment for wayward female slaves in ancient Greece,” he said conversationally as Laura gasped. “They would strap the young lady in place and insert one of these in her bottom until she saw the error of her ways. It’s the essential oils that impart that heat you’re feeling.”

“Steven!” Laura gasped his name as her bottom began to burn most intensely. The ginger had only been in for thirty seconds or so, but it was already beginning to sting more than she had imagined.

He chuckled and patted her cheek lightly. “Don’t worry, this is just a taste.” He pressed the ginger in a little deeper, slowly fucking her with the hot root. Laura whimpered and squirmed, feeling very sorry for her earlier taunting. She had never imagined he would come up with such an inventive punishment, and she had certainly never imagined that an innocuous little root could create such havoc.

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Doctor Knows Best, Medical Spanking Erotica

Laura was beginning to lose her temper. Doctors were so arrogant, acting as if their grand diagnosis took precedence over everything else in the world. Dr Steven Foster was particularly offensive in that respect, standing there all tall and handsome with his slashing brows and his high cheekbones which suggested some form of Slavic descent. A medical Viking, Laura thought in a burst of rare fancy. Must be the medication they were pumping into her.

“Do I get my phone back? I promise I’ll be good.” She spoke in a tone of unmistakeable sarcasm.

One of those impossibly dark and well formed brows rose in her direction. “I’m not sure you know what good is. But I’m going to trust that you won’t use this again,” he said as he handed it back. “If I catch you, you’re in for a spanking.”

Laura looked from her phone to his face, ready to laugh, but there was no humor in his expression. Maybe it was just a deadpan joke. Probably. That didn’t stop little tendrils of excitement from zipping around her nether regions. He couldn’t possibly have predicted the effect his words would have on her, but he’d managed to inadvertently press one of her deepest, darkest little buttons.

“Blip beep.” The machine to her left made a little sound.

“What’s that?”

“It’s just an indication that your heart rate rose,” Dr Foster said. Now he looked somewhat amused. Slow horror sank in as Laura realized she was, for all intents and purposes, hooked up to a lie detector.

“Can we take these sensors and whatnot off?” She frowned. “It’s pretty clear I’m not in any imminent danger.”

“Not yet,” the doctor said. “Seems you still have some irregularities in your heart rate.”

“That wasn’t an irregularity,” Laura said. “That was… never mind. I don’t want these things on me.” She plucked one from her chest and removed it. They were not hard to take off, just a bit of sticky circular plastic. The machine let out an annoyed tone and the doctor reached over plucked it from her fingers and put it back in place, massaging the sticky circle back against her skin so close to her breast that the palm of his hand brushed it accidentally. Her pulse spiked once more, prompting the machine to blip and beep all over again.

“Stop that!” Laura swatted at his hand.

Dr Foster frowned at her. “I see you’re planning on being difficult,” he observed. “Well, Ms Lewis. You’re not the first recalcitrant patient I’ve had to deal with and you won’t be the last…”

She rolled her eyes. More lecturing.

“… but you might be the first one I take over my knee if you keep giving me that attitude.”

Her heart skipped a beat, the traitorous monitor beeped again and heat suffused her face. Dear god. He was looking at her with just a hint of a smile, though his eyes were still serious. Before that gaze, Laura was laid bare. He knew.

*****

All hours are working hours for Laura Lewis, the youngest CFO in her company’s history, and she certainly isn’t going to let some chest pains and a stay in the hospital slow her down. Unfortunately, her overbearing and irritatingly handsome physician, Dr. Steven Foster, has other ideas. He confiscates her precious phone and threatens her with a spanking if he catches her working from her bed again. Intrigued, Laura tests him and quickly discovers that Steven is a man of his word. Her bare bottom is set stinging and a thorough scolding leaves her ego bruised and her heart aflutter.

When it comes time for Laura to be released, Steven orders her to take several weeks off work. Knowing his feisty patient is unlikely to follow her doctor’s orders, he also provides his phone number and promises to check up on her. It isn’t long before he learns that she has ignored virtually every instruction he gave her, and upon returning to her apartment after lunch together, he puts her over his lap and gives her the spanking she’s been needing her whole life.

Afterwards, Steven gives Laura a choice: she can go back to pretending to be an independent woman who doesn’t need any man, or she can give herself to him and explore the submissive desires she has hidden for so long, the ones that so often resulted in her locking her office door, raising her skirt, and playing out her private fantasies during working hours.

Laura agrees to put herself under the Steven’s care once more, and she soon finds that he is just as skilled a dominant as he is a physician. Work can’t wait forever though, and Laura and Steven find their world turned inside out when her company is accused of major financial crimes and she is set up to take the fall for the misdeeds of others. Will a jail sentence tear her away from her newfound love forever? And just how far will Steven prove willing to go to protect Laura and clear her name?

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Brats, Bodyguard and Bestsellers :)

A brat so spoiled it takes a bodyguard and a bounty hunter to handle her? That’s Fiona, the heroine of The Brat, the Bodyguard and the Bounty Hunter. This tale is an erotic menage adventure first released in April 2014, but now on sale!

It’s also an All Romance Ebooks bestseller! And they gave me a little digital sticker to prove it:

(It’s like the erotica author’s version of a sticker on a star chart and I am palpably stoked.)

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“Fiona!” Harris called her out of her room. “We need to talk.”

She came, swishing a gold bangle about her wrist nonchalantly. “About?” She knew what the conversation was going to be about. She also knew it wasn’t going to just be a conversation, but she was playing dumb.

“About your behavior today.”

She gave him a curious look, tilting her head to the side. “What’s there to talk about?”

Harris decided to communicate more clearly, lest they spend the evening talking in circles. “What I actually meant was, I need to spank your bottom for smashing up a hotel room.”

She looked at him as if to say hotel rooms are there to be smashed up. “I’m sure they had insurance, and they charged me, remember? No harm done.”

“That’s not the point,” Harris said firmly. “The point is, you need to respect things that do not belong to you.”

“Everything belongs to me if I want it to,” Fiona replied. “I can buy anything I like. If I break it, I bought it,” she smirked at him.

“You’re not understanding my point, Fiona,” Harris said, giving her a hard scowl. “This isn’t funny. There are some things in life that aren’t replaceable.”

“Yeah, and they’re not left in hotel rooms,” she smarted back. “They practically expect you to break something.”

Harris rolled up his shirt sleeves. This was going to be quite a spanking, especially with Fiona’s unrepentant attitude factored in.

“I suggest you rein that tongue of yours in, little lady,” Tom drawled. “Your bodyguard is fixin’ to tan your behind.”

“Oh he is not,” Fiona said blithely. “I’m being nice.”

“You’re being nice now,” Harris said. “But you weren’t being nice earlier today.” He beckoned her over. “Come on now, let’s get this over with.”

Fiona wrinkled her nose. Harris watched her pretty blue and green eyes roaming from him to Tom and him to Tom again.

“Not with him here.”

“You’ve already been spanked in front of him once,” Harris said. “And the way you behave, you’ll probably be spanked in front of him and by him a whole lot more.”

*****

When runaway heiress Fiona Fayrefield hires bodyguard Harris Kingsley to protect her from her meddlesome father, Harris decides that his job includes putting the spoiled twenty-four-year-old brat over his knee for a long, hard spanking when he feels it necessary. For the first time in her life, Fiona discovers that doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants, is no longer an option.

After her father sends ex-military bounty hunter Tom Waters to bring her home, events take an unexpected turn and the two men soon join forces to protect Fiona, to tame her rebellious ways, and to bring her more pleasure than she ever imagined possible. But when they learn that she has more skeletons in her closet than they were counting on, will her fortune come between Fiona and the loves of her life?

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A Student Is Spanked…*FREE* Spanking Erotica

In the informal budget stuffed environment of a university common room, a young lady is bottom up over an older man’s lap. Her hair is all askew, strands escaping their ties and pins to flail with the motion of her head. Her eyes are screwed closed as she opens her mouth to yowl. The reason for her distress is clear. His hand is sweeping down toward her bare bottom, red crested cheeks awaiting the impact of his palm.

She is being spanked.

The sound of her punishment is travelling through the halls, both the plaintive cries that escape her lips and the regular clapping sounds of the swatting that is impacting her cheeks. He has her firmly in hand, one arm around her slim waist, her hips propped over the hard ridge of his thigh. Her cheeks bounce with every slap, full rounds glowing beneath the skirt which is rucked up over her behind. Lacy panties are caught betwixt her shapely thighs, hobbling her as she squirms and wriggles in place.

It might be tempting to feel sorry for her. Her cries seem to indicate that she is sorry, and the way she drums her toes on the carpet is a sure sign that the heat burning in her nether regions is reaching explosive temperatures.

What has this sweet girl done to deserve this punishment? And what will the mean man do once he has finished tanning her hide? Read on, dear reader, read on…

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