NEW! The Alien’s Patient, Sci-Fi Spanking Erotic Romance

“This does not need to be unpleasant,” Serkan soothed as her clothes began to fall to the floor. “You may find parts of it very pleasurable.”

“I bet you I don’t.”

His hand slid down her naked belly to cup her sex. His powerful fingers were warm against her tender lips and she let out an involuntary moan.

“That’s not fair, Serkan.”

“Take your treatment like a good patient, and I will fuck you like a bad girl,” he growled in her ear.

“Mnnn… that’s even less fair,” she moaned softly, squirming as his hand caressed her pussy. He knew her weak spots all too well. They had only slept together once before, but it had been the best sex of her life and she wanted more.

“Sit on the seat,” he murmured in her ear. “I promise this will feel good. At times, at least.”

Finally, Faith allowed herself to be maneuvered into the seat. Serkan began to strap her legs into the stirrups, wrapped a thick band underneath her ribs and stomach, and did the same for her arms. In moments, she was utterly immobilized.

“Now these will move you into various positions,” he said. “The machine will adjust you as necessary according to my inputs.”

He pressed a few switches and turned a knob. Faith found herself beginning to slowly rotate around on an axis, the seat of the chair moving away from her bottom, leaving her suspended face down over the machine, held in place by the strapping. It was the strangest feeling, to be dangling and yet held securely.

She squirmed a little, testing the strength of the binding, but it held firm. She couldn’t really move much at all. Serkan adjusted her a little more, so her butt was angled up. Then she heard the soft whirring of a motor as, between her legs, a probe rose from the innards of the machine. It was thick, much like a man’s phallus and when she put her head down and looked along the length of her body, she could see that the flared head of it was secreting some kind of gel.

A moment later, the probe made contact with her pussy. It found her lower lips unerringly and began to rub up and down them slowly, spreading the gel along the length of her slit.

“Oh god,” she moaned softly. “Serkan… is this some kind of sex machine?”

“This machine is calibrated for sexual stimulus,” he said. “But it is designed to reward certain mental patterns and punish others. You see the plate near your head? That is taking readings from your brain. Obedient responses will earn pleasure. Rebellion or criminal processes will earn punishment.”

“So it knows what I’m thinking and can punish me before I even do anything wrong?”

“Precisely,” Serkan said. “You have a quick understanding.”

The probe was still running up and down the length of her slit and slowly it began to slide inside her, spreading her pussy around its unyielding synthetic hardness. Faith let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure as she was slowly filled. This was not the treatment she had expected, but it was the treatment she needed. Her bonds kept her firmly in place as the probe slowly slid into her sex and stopped in place.

“One more,” Serkan intoned.

“One more?” Faith gasped. “What do you mean?”

Twenty-four-year-old Faith Rockford has been fending for herself for as long as she can remember, but when she steals an extremely valuable piece of technology and attempts to sell it on the black market things go terribly wrong and she ends up barely escaping with her life.

Though it is against the laws of his world to interfere in the affairs of less developed planets, Serkan cannot bring himself to sit idly by while one of the humans he has been studying is in desperate need of help, so he rescues Faith and heals her injuries. But he is certain that the beautiful, feisty young woman will require extensive correction and training to teach her right from wrong, and he starts by baring her bottom and spanking her soundly for her recent theft.

The stern chastisement arouses Faith deeply, and after he brings her to a blushing climax over his knee she is left begging for Serkan to claim her hard and thoroughly. When he takes her in his arms, the handsome alien doctor’s masterful lovemaking proves more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined, and their lust for one another quickly blossoms into a passionate romance.

Once they reach his planet, however, the ruling council decrees that if Serkan wants to keep his human then she must undergo a series of intimate behavior modification treatments, and Faith soon finds herself naked and helplessly restrained as she is both pleasured and punished. But even when her ordeal is over, will this foreign world ever feel like home to her?

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Defiance and Domestic Discipline…

“You are headed for another spanking and a very early bedtime,” he said in warning tones.

Lydia narrowed her eyes. “Do not speak to me like I’m a little girl, Tristan.”

She didn’t quite know where she was getting the courage to speak to him in such a way, but she suspected it was her outrage which was making her bold.

“If you behave like one, you will be treated like one,” he growled back. “Now finish what you will of your meal and go and do the dishes.”

“Do the dishes?”

“Wash them,” he clarified.

“I suppose you expect me to wash them with my hands like some sort of cave woman,” she shot back. “Well, I won’t. This is all very unseemly and unnecessary and…” she stopped talking because Tristan had patted his mouth with his napkin, pushed his chair back and was rising from the table. One long stride bought him to her. His hand wrapped around her upper arm and Lydia found herself hauled up from her chair, marched into the kitchen and held while Tristan fished around in a drawer for one of his primitive implements – a wooden spoon.

“Turn around and touch your toes,” he ordered, releasing her.

“I will do no such… ow!”

She yelped as he pulled up her skirt and landed the flat of the spoon against her outer thigh before repeating the order.

“Stop it!”

“Do as you’re told.”

She looked into his handsome face and saw pure determination there. Her thigh was stinging and she knew her bottom soon would be as well. Should she capitulate and hope that he showed her mercy? Or should she fight him tooth and nail?

“You have taken me from my home. You have made me your wife. You have taken my modesty. But you will not break me, Tristan Kane.”

Fight it was.
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Coming Soon… The Handler *Cover Reveal*

The only thing more formidable than an advanced super soldier is the man who tames her. Jax is a handler, a man tasked with the most dangerous job in the world – keeping genetically engineered ultra soldiers under control. He does his job very, very well through a combination of natural strength, some synthetic implants, and an iron hard approach to discipline.

Sonya is an ultra soldier, a talented young woman with a bratty streak a mile wide. Unfortunately for Sonya, her old handler just died and she doesn’t like the new one very much at all. Jax is a strong believer in long hard spankings as a consequence for bad behavior, and Sonya is a believer in getting away with damn near everything.

The grieving young woman and her new master clash in a series of erotically charged confrontations during which Jax makes it abundantly clear that she is his in every way possible. He takes her pride, her arrogance and even her virginity.

But an ultra soldier is made for war, and when Sonya is called to the front, she goes gladly, having no idea that she is being sent on a suicide mission.

Jax knows better, but is powerless to save her from her fate – or is he?

For Jax to save Sonya, he will have to go to the ends of the earth and the gates of hell. And for Sonya to survive, she’s going to have to learn that there’s more to life than rebellion and war.

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An Elementary Spanking, Dear Watson…

This is the first of four excerpts I plan to post of my current WIP, The Good Doctor .  The complete book is currently running as a series on Bethany’s Woodshed

“Stop! Doctor Watson! My bottom! No!”

With a flailing, nearly nude young aristocrat in his grasp, Doctor John Watson was not inclined to acquiesce to the request for several reasons. First among them was the simple fact that he was not done spanking the young lady. Her bottom was pink, but it would become much, much redder before her lesson was learned.

In spite of his patient’s vigorous struggles, she was not likely to escape before he was done with her. He was tall, with a flashing dark eye and well formed features which spoke to good breeding. His teeth were white and his back was strong and his physique was one equally suited to dancing, combat, swimming or thoroughly thrashing a deserving minx such as the one now putting her hand back to cover her cheeks. It was a futile effort, owing to the delicacy of her hand and the relative girth of her rear. He swatted her hand away, and gave her a very firm slap to discourage any further attempts at avoiding punishment.
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Abductions, Enemas, Spankings and Tentacles

It’s the second Loki Renard newsletter! Complete with exclusive previews and excerpts and enemas (strictly one enema per reader).

“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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