Devlin’s seminal work, heh, seminal, is collected in the first Maid for all Seasons book. I downloaded it and read it and these are my impressions, recorded as they came to me :)

A Review of A Maid for All Seasons Volumes 1 and 2, Deluxe Revised Edition

Is there such a thing as wholesome erotica? If so, the first Maid For All Seasons collection, (volumes one and two no less) is it. And by it, I of course mean, wholesomely erotic.

Though each page seemed more filled than the next with the feminine exploration of sex and sensuality, and though rods and paddles and implements of all kinds were brought to bear on deserving rumps, Devlin O’Neill’s trademark tenderness shone through all the encounters, turning potentially sordid scenes into charmingly arousing exploits.

There’s quite a variety of stories in this collection from the historical to the contemporary, so if maids and seasons don’t appeal, there are also rebellious tattooed teenagers to contend with and a whole lot of girl on girl action to boot.

Did I mention that this collection is massive? It’s huge. More words than you can swing a cat at. If you like a lot of bang for your buck, the maid will provide it in abundance.

Get it on the Amazon!

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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Take your panties down.

That’s right, all the way to your knees.

I want to see that bare bottom of yours. I want to see your pretty blush as my eyes roam over your body. I want to see the curls between your thighs as you try to hide your secret places from my gaze.

It’s worse having to take your panties down yourself, isn’t it?

If I slid them down you could be petulant and defiant, but this way you are the one showing me your bottom and your pretty pussy. You are the one putting yourself on display.

Come lay over my lap. Settle your bare skin against my denim clad thighs. Feel how vulnerable you are this way.

I can see everything you know. I can see the bare curves of your cheeks, the pouting pouch of your pussy. Your lips are already slightly engorged, aroused by this. You shift slightly and I can feel the pressure as you press your erect little clit against my thigh.

You’re so naughty and I tell you as much as I rub your bottom. Your skin is so soft, your cheeks slightly taut with tension. Oops. I seem to have allowed my fingers to drift lightly down over your slit.

Now you’re parting your thighs and arching your back, you want more of this nice touch as my finger tips trace lazily over your most sensitive, most private regions. There’s not enough pressure to bring satisfaction, only enough to make you whimper with growing need.

But we’re not here to pleasure you, are we? You’re over my knee so I can spank your bottom. A light slap to your lower cheeks reminds you of that fact. But ever the naughty girl, you take advantage and grind your pussy against me. A harder slap, one that leaves a bright pink hand print across your rear might help make the point.

Now you’re wailing as I spank you nice and hard. It’s just my hand, but my hand is enough on your soft skin which is growing hotter and redder by the minute. Your bottom bounces with every slap, jiggling penitently. I adore the way it looks, squirming and dancing over my lap. If only you could appreciate it too, but you’re too busy squeaking and formulating little pleas for mercy that will go ignored.

It’s not just your bottom that’s reacting to the spanking, your pussy is changing too. The pretty lips are flowering as they become engorged with arousal and I can see slick juices seeping from the wanton entrance to your body.

Later I’ll have you play with yourself for me.
Later I’ll see you squirm on your hot bottom, caught between pain and arousal as you spread your legs to touch that oh so wet little cunt.
Later I’ll watch as you blush and finger yourself to a delicious orgasm.

But for now I’m just going to spank you, over and over and over again.

You’ve been naughty and you know it.

I warned you over and over again. I’m not the person you want to push. I’m not the one you want to brat. But you didn’t believe me and now here we are, you’re stammering apologies as usual and I’m coming to a decision that I should have come to a long time ago.

I hold you on my lap and let you squirm. I can feel the moisture seeping through your panties. You’re wet. You’re wet because you’re a naughty little brat with a pussy that needs to be taught a lesson like the rest of you. I take hold of the front of your panties and tug them up, making them sit snugly over your clit and lips. The additional pressure is pleasant and you wriggle all the more for it.

“Are you going to spank me?” You ask the question playfully, coquettishly. You’re not taking this seriously, not yet. The tingle in your little clit is distracting you from what’s really happening here.
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So Chapter 18 of Military Discipline, (a series now running on Bethany’s Woodshed) is shaping up to be one long torrid spanking and sex scene. Which is fine, because hey, everyone enjoys a little torrid spanky sex and even though the word ‘romance’ is displayed prominently across 99% of my works, everyone calls it erotica anyway, so what the hell, I’ll roll with it. This is what happens when I write in bed. If I did all my work in bed, everything would have sex scenes in it. Even the non-fiction work I do for corporates, actually, especially the non-fiction work I do for corporates. The sooner we can re-define everything as erotica, the better.

I’ve just released my newest erotic lesbian spanking novella called Lady Shark. This was a fun one to write because it has a thriller sort of feel to it in which you never really know if the dominant antagonist, Scarlett Black, is a good gal or a bad gal. She takes our charming heroine, Ricky Wells, through a journey that is harrowing at times, yet always seems to end in a sore bottom and a warm embrace.

Lady Shark is available on Lulu.com and in Amazon Kindle format. You can read the first chapter for free at Sappho’s Brats, or go straight to the Amazon Kindle store to download a sample to your Kindle.