Fine Fanny Friday — January 22, 2021

This fine fanny is better than…

Coffee in the morning!

And here is something else to wake you up…

“Strawberry Blonde Forever

1 of 10 Author stories that is available in Forever: A Dark Obsession (Dark Erotic/Taboo Anthology). Click the link below and order now to see why Amazon tried to ban this.

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In the Age of Aquarius and Free Love, a young man has his first experience with taboo of social sex. As he waits his turn, he recalls the sexual experiences and broken taboos which brought him to this moment.

A coming of age story about a young man’s dreams and experience with forbidden desires.


“Mark, I’m ready for you,” Diane Waterford said, through the closed bedroom door.

Gently, as if I might be disturbing a sleeping occupant, I turned the knob and opened the door. Having peered through the window, I recognized her room. It was rather small, containing a twin-sized bed, dresser, night stand, and desk.

Diane’s clothes were arranged on the desk chair as if it were wearing them. However, they were in reverse order. The bottom layer was her Oxford shirt draped over the chair back. The top layer was her bra. The shoulder straps were also hooked over the chair back. The gray tweed skirt she had been wearing flowed across the chair seat. Her white tights were on the chair seat, atop the skirt, with the legs cascading down to the floor where her shoes were. Her pink panties were neatly displayed on top.

The presentation implied she was now naked. However, sight alone could not confirm this. She was kneeling on her bed with the sheet drawn up to cover her shoulders. I could see her only from the neck up. For all I knew, she might be wearing pajamas.

“It’s your turn,” she wet her lips, “to get undressed.”

I lost no time in stripping. My cock was already standing at attention, waiting for my command to insert. With each article of clothing I shed, she allowed the sheet covering her to slip lower. When I dropped my shirt, she exposed her breasts. And, they were wonderful breasts. While not quite as large as the real Barbi Benton’s, they would make any woman proud.

As I dropped my underwear, I decided the fully erect cock was an asset in this situation, not something to be concealed. I watched her eyes fixate on the appendage jutting out from my groin. She let go of the sheet and revealed the triangle of curls below her belly. This mat of hair was slightly lighter in color than her blonde hair. It had a pinkish hue; I finally understood the meaning of strawberry blonde.

The curious expression on her face surprised me. The current situation attested to her promiscuity; however, I doubted the rumors about her excessive promiscuity were true. I wondered what favor Jocko had done for her to illicit this invitation from her. Yet, the fact Diane was hosting us was confirmation that she did not have a steady boyfriend.

This was my first experience with social sex. While these parties were still a bit of a taboo, in the Age of Aquarius and Free Love group sex was acceptable and not a reflection of extreme promiscuity. Even backwoods Montana had hippie communes where, as portrayed in the movie Easy Rider, everyone shared everything—everything. At least, those were the rumors. For my generation, this only meant Diane was a popular girl.

I stepped forward, and placed a knee on her bed. Her eyes were fixated on my jutting member. Perhaps my stepfather’s assessment of my woody’s size, and its effect on women, had been correct.

“Your socks too,” she said. “Please.”


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Red Shoes — January 21, 2021

“Yes, ma’am, I can help…


With those straps.”

Students are always ready to help out when a coed’s wardrobe malfunctions.  Check out my short story, Yes, Mistress Olive for more student-teacher fun.

Mark and Natalie are obsessed with the pain / pleasure experiences Mistress Olive provides. Olive Brown oversees a bevy of girls known as the Hollywood Girls Sorority. Drawn by his devotion to Olive, Mark joins the sorority as her boy-toy. However, when Mark is introduced to Natalie, things go in a different direction. The two lost souls find what they are looking for in each other.

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Mark’s adventure into the world of female dominance began with an accident.  As a college freshman, he was attending the fraternity and sorority parties of Rush Week. He wasn’t interested in joining a fraternity, but he really liked the parties. No one checked IDs and they had kegs and kegs of free beer.

Too much beer.

He did not think he had been falling down drunk, but he did fall down. However, it had more to do with the fact he had tripped himself by stepping on his own untied shoelace. Nonetheless, he was at a kegger, he was drunk, and he fell down.

Once he was on the floor, his goal was to quickly regain as much dignity as possible. He wasn’t so drunk as to not know what he was doing. He rolled over onto his back with the intention of sitting up, but when he opened his eyes, the sight froze him.

And this was where the trouble began.

He was staring straight up between the legs of a very shapely woman. She was wearing a short skirt and black pantyhose. The hose were the sheer to the waist variety. Of greatest significance, she was not wearing panties under the hose. Mark was staring at her bare, shaved pussy.

Nineteen year old Mark had seen naked women before, in both real life and porn. However, the sight of this particular situation mesmerized him.

“Okay, perv, have you seen enough?” The voice was that of an angry female.


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Hump Day — Fun in Lock-Down

Hump Day!

I hope you are ready for it!

I want to introduce you to some aliens. You might wonder what it is that the aliens really want when they abduct hapless travelers of the New Mexico desert.  My heroine of The Dead Alien also had such questions. And then she got the answers.

In this segment, she is being trained. But for what?


Ke’hol grunted and picked up two more pieces of fermented fruit. “Indeed, I retrieved it from the privacy chamber. No need for my sister to deal with disposing of it.” He turned toward Mo’dak, looking at him for the first time, and handed him one of the intoxicating fruits. “Ha’olak didn’t have an opportunity to finish his session. The toy is still clean, if you want to use it.”

Mo’dak sucked in the liquid from the fruit. As its effects relaxed his inhibitions, he extended his true hand and gripped one of the toy’s big toes. Carefully, he pulled it upward. The young woman’s soft, pink feet, and her hands bound between them, came up into the air as Mo’dak rolled her onto her back. The hair radiating from her head flowed to the floor, forming a halo of shimmering brown. Quivering with excitement, he extended his close-vision eye to examine her female parts. Telescoping his probing hand, one tentacle brushed aside the short, curly dark brown hair framing the peach-colored flesh. Mo’dak did not particularly care for the furry way humans became when left ungroomed.  Apparently, Ha’olak had like his toy to be natural.


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Two 4 Tuesday — January 19, 2021

Sometimes it is so hard…

To make up your mind.

Of course, you can always have both! And here is another pair of spanking adventures. Each one a short story for 99 cents, or FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

For your quarantine enjoyment, a spankingly good short stories.

Teenage girl seeks older man to love and dominate her.

A recently divorced computer tech meets an eighteen year old girl as she begins her first job. Surprisingly she asks him out on a date. And then… Let’s just say, they hit it off.

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In my story, Yes, Mistress Olive, Mark and Natalie are obsessed with the experiences Mistress Olive provides. Olive Brown oversees a bevy of girls known as the Hollywood Girls Sorority. Drawn by his devotion to Olive, Mark joins the sorority as her boy-toy. However, when Mark is introduced to Natalie, things go in a different direction. The two lost souls find what they are looking for in each other.

D/s bondage tale with F/m, F/f, and M/f

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Masturbation Monday — January 18, 2021

A good book and take you…


The best places!

The appearance of this self satisfying woman put me in mind of a scene from my book, Disciplined Date. Nikki has been picked up by Detective Carl. He is grilling her about her association with gangsters and the murder of a Congressman…


“Okay, tell me why you think Mengatti had something to do with the death of Congressman Willard?” Carl became almost fatherly.

“He was there, but I didn’t know he was a Congressman. He was just a fat old guy named Harry.”

“Who was where?”

“In Jug’s house? Harry was in Jug’s kitchen, two days before he was murdered. And then… again… in the hotel.”

“YOU saw Congressman Harry Willard in Jacopo Mengatti’s kitchen two days before the murder?”

“Yes, and another guy that I didn’t know, called Jack.”

“What were they doing?”

“Spanking me and watching me masturbate.” Saying the words to the steely-eyed man had made me tingle.

“In the kitchen?” His hand had again touched mine.

“Yes, I was on the kitchen table… on my back and the two old guys, Harry and Jack, stood beside me. They each held a foot and spanked me while I masturbated.” Carl’s face morphed into something pleasing as he visualized the situation. “It was the diapering position,” I added, sensing that he would know what that was.

“You were naked?” His hand caressed mine.

“Yes.” The look in his eye had caused me to squirm and soak my panties.

“And you were doing this because…” His hand again withdrew.

“Jug told me to. He was in this power – control mode. He wanted to show the men how powerful he was. Of course, I really only did it because I wanted to.” An interesting smirk filled Carl’s face.

“And then, they had sex with you?” He made a stern sideways glance at the mirror.

“NO! I don’t do that. Well, Jug pretended to fuck me, but he was nervous about something and didn’t achieve an erection. I put on a good show to cover for him, so no one would know. Bunny and Lori did the old guys.”

“There were two other women there?”



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Sunday is for Thrill Rides

There’s no better way to celebrate a Sunday…

Than to take a cowboy on a thrill ride!

In Cowgirl Thrill Rider, Polly Duff’s riding skills bring her to the attention of Texas Jack, a Wild West show promoter. She joins his traveling show in 1920, where she is determined to make it big…


The shoot opened, and the bronc leapt out into the arena. Bertha held her left arm up and gripped the guide rope with her right hand. She jabbed her spurs into the horse’s flanks, and he began a sequence of rapid bucks. As the seconds slowly ticked off, she wrapped the rope and her right hand around the saddle horn. When the eight-second buzzer sounded, she let go and pushed off from the horse. Landing on her feet, she was immediately picked up.

“Well done, Miss Campbell!” Irv shouted, and the patrons jumped to their feet.

While the crowd cheered, Bertha used her hat to wave at them.

In the shoot, Polly mounted the second horse.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have Miss Mathilda Duffy, better known to her friends as Polly. Miss Duffy is a native daughter of the great state of Nebraska, and was a nationally renowned rodeo star before joining our Wild West show.”

Polly nodded, and the gate swung wide. She began her ride in the traditional posture, but unlike Bertha, she gripped the saddlehorn with her right hand a few seconds into the ride. Her wild adventure continued until the buzzer sounded. However, as the pickup man came alongside the bronc, Polly spurred the animal instead of leaping off. The bronc launched into another sequence of bucks and whirlwind spins.

Polly counted in her head, one Mississippi, two Mississippi… for the additional four seconds. Then she released her hold and jumped off. Instead of landing on her feet, she came down hard on

her butt.

“Oh my word!” Irv bellowed. “Ladies and gentlemen, you have just witnessed Miss Duffy ride that bronc for a full twelve seconds.

This has been an astounding feat, one for the record books, and you saw it here, today, at Texas Jack McAllen and Coyote Carl’s Wild West Riders and Ropers!” He took a breath. “I believe that ride clinches Miss Duffy as our contest winner of the afternoon.”


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Saturday Spanking — January 16, 2021

Big sisters know how to keep…

Little brothers out of trouble.



An Anthology So HOT that it was almost BANNED!!

Including Mark S. R. Sterling’s Strawberry Blonde Forever – 1 of 10 Author stories that is available in Forever: A Dark Obsession (Dark Erotic/Taboo Anthology). Click the link below and order now to see why Amazon tried to ban this.

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In the Age of Aquarius and Free Love, a young man has his first experience with taboo of social sex. As he waits his turn, he recalls the sexual experiences and broken taboos which brought him to this moment.

A coming of age story about a young man’s dreams and experience with forbidden desires.

In this excerpt, Mark has been paddled by the gym teacher, and his older step-sister doles out more…


Considering the months she had spent in disciplinary institutions, I trusted her to know a lot about corporal punishment. Additionally, I now had a new element to add to my masturbation daydreams—girls in bondage.

She continued, “It is now time for you to resume the position across my lap.” She parted her thighs. “Put that thing in there.” She pointed to the gap between her thighs. Slowly, I did as instructed. “No matter what, do NOT let that thing go off. If you do, you will regret it for a long time.” She pinched my sore butt. “Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” However, the matter was completely out of my control. I didn’t know what punishment she had planned if I came, but I expected a climax would be inevitable.

She began to tap the flat side of the hairbrush on my butt cheeks. If this was the way girls were spanked, it was no punishment at all.

“Do you know what girls wear under their gym rompers?”


“They wear nothing at all.” She winked.

I expected this was another taunt; it couldn’t be true. However, the girls’ one-piece rompers made them immune to de-pantsing. The elastic leg holes made it impossible to see up into them. Thus, her outlandish claim couldn’t be proven. I could ask my sister, but she would say, “You’re being gross,” and likely tell mom. Nonetheless, I couldn’t stop the vision dancing in my head; the vision of girls taking off their panties and pulling on the rompers over their bare butts.

“When girls get spanked, Mrs. Cartwright has to pull the leg material up to expose the flesh.”

I knew Mrs. Cartwright was the girls’ gym teacher. Doubtless, she was the one who administered the punishments and not some random teacher. Judy pulled the waistband of my underpants up. The cotton fabric bunched between my cheeks, giving me a tight wedgie. She tapped the paddle on the exposed flesh.

“Indeed, your butt is still a bright red. There are a few nice, colorful bruises blooming. You may have trouble sitting for a day or so.” She resumed the application of the paddle. She used slightly stronger swats, which caused me to somewhat bounce over her lap.

After only a few moments, I cried out, “Please, Judy, you have to stop. I can’t control it. You are making me come.”

She stopped. “Really?”


“So,” she stroked the cool wooden surface across my blazing bare skin, “you like this?”


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Fine Fanny Friday — January 15, 2021

A modern thong can’t frame…

A fine fanny as well as the drawers of old.

Speaking of fannies in the days of old, here is a snippet  South Pass Brides. While on the Oregon Trail, Thomas is a scout for the wagon train and he is chartered with the responsibility for three widows. This includes their discipline – when necessary.

In this excerpt, he has just completed this duty for Olga and…


Stripping down to her underskirt and chemise, Olga examined her bottom. Surprisingly, it was not all that sore. While the lines of welts from the switch were still visible, she was not as bruised as she had expected. However, she resolved to never experience Thomas’s strong arm swinging a switch again.

Pulling the blanket around her shoulders, she attempted to reconcile the deep heat that had formed between her thighs. Exhausted as she was, she could not get Thomas out of her mind. His proclamation that he would take care of her had clearly implied more than merely switching her bottom. Certainly his fingers touching her private lady parts had not been accidental. His warm embrace as he held her had been so much more comforting than any embrace from Peter had been. And then, there was his kiss. Her belly quivered whenever she thought about his lips tenderly touching hers.

She lifted her underskirt and slipped her fingers to her mons. She was puffy. Her lady bits were swollen and moist. Her tender nub tingled as she touched herself. She allowed the image of Thomas touching her pussy to fill her mind.


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Red Shoe Day — January 14, 2021

Hey, baby, it’s cold outside…

Stay here, and let me keep you warm.

Time to think of warm weather on the high seas!

The Naked Sea is a fictionalized collection of events that happened to me during my years as a romantic picaroon along the Florida coast.  This book intertwines the tales of my exploitation of hapless women as they succumb to their primal urges when they sail on The Naked Sea.

Sailing at its Best

Follow my travels from St. Augustine to Key Largo to North Bimini and back. Mixed within the erotic tales and descriptions of ocean sailing are historical accounts of exotic locations, a hitherto unpublished version of my brush with drug smugglers, and a clash with Bahamian pirates.  Come aboard my experiences with Julie the Danish exchange student, Heather the Key Largo hooker, Karen the deep diving housewife, and April… well, you will just have to read my yarn to label her.

This story has no spanking and only some sex, but is sexy.


I point the boat due south toward open water.  While the present wind direction makes this course a close hauled tack into the wind, the reciprocal broad reach course will make an easy ride home.  I set the autohelm to steer the boat towards Pickles Reef; there is a light on Molasses Reef a few miles to the east and I will be watching for this marker as the afternoon turns to evening.

“That’s Rodriguez Key,” I point to an island passing along the starboard side.  “It is a protected bird sanctuary; access is restricted.  When I was first here in 1979 the locals called it Monkey Island and there was a plan to raise monkeys there for experimental laboratory use.  But, I don’t think they ever actually did it.”  I give Karen and Janet the tour spiel.

Janet picks up a floatation seat cushion and heads for the bow deck.  Using the cushion as a back rest, she reclines against the cabin roof facing forward.  A minute later I watch as she unfastens the back strap of her bikini top.  She pulls the bra half of her bikini free from her head and hair.

“Janet, that’s not allowed,” I call to her.

Turning to lay on one side, she looks back to me; her exposed breasts unfettered.  “What?” she asks.

“Topless sunbathing,” I continue, “it’s a rule I have…no topless sunbathing is allowed on my boat.  If you take your top off, you must go all the way…au naturel.”  She studies me for a moment, and then I see her squirm and wiggle behind the cabin roof.  Then she holds up the panty half of her bikini and waves it in the wind.  “Yes, that’s better,” I shout back to her over the roar of the wind and rushing water.

Karen studies me for a moment and then says, “That’s not exactly fair.  You are…topless,” she drags a fingernail across my bare chest and then tugs at a tuft of chest hair.  Shrugging, I unzip my shorts and pull them with my underwear off and toss them into the cabin.  I recline on my side along the port cockpit seat.  After a moment of playful reflection, Karen too strips off her bikini and tosses it on top of my shorts on the cabin floor.  She reclines in a parallel posture along the starboard seat.  Smiling her hand drifts along her abdomen to her pubis.  She grins devilishly as her index finger twirls in its brown hair.  I slip from my seat to kneel on the cockpit floor beside her.

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“On the River” by P. K. Corey

Curl up with the latest barnburner from Blushing Books —

Maybe we could go in and rip each other’s clothes off and have wild, animal sex!

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Cassie and Tom Duff live at The Landing, a beautiful neighborhood by the river in their little town in North Carolina. They’re surrounded by their beloved family and friends. Most of the couples here live a domestic discipline lifestyle where the husbands are the head of household. It can’t be said that these ladies always follow their husbands’ lead and the men often have their hands full trying to keep up with their fun-loving and headstrong wives.

This first book in a new series by PK Corey follows the funny, quirky and romantic escapades of Cassie and her friends Sue and Annie as well as the younger generation who are all involved in solving a problem from Cassie’s past.

Come and join the ride! You’ll definitely feel like you’re a part of this group.



“Do you remember how your ass felt after our long ride on our honeymoon?” Cal whispered.

“I was sore,” Jenny answered quietly.

“Let’s recreate the feeling,” he demanded. “Up on your hands and knees.”

Jenny quickly scrambled into position.

“As I remember, you were all ready to make love before our ride, weren’t you?” Cal asked. Jenny nodded, unable to get any words out as Cal reached to finger her nipples. Jenny had a hard time remaining in position as each pull on her nipple sent a throbbing straight to her clit. His other hand soon began caressing her there and she tried to send a mental message for him to rub harder.

“Don’t even think of coming yet. Remember, I’m in charge. You’d better hold back.”

Jenny gave a gasp. His words and the sound of his voice was nearly enough to send her over the edge. Then his hands were gone, and she felt a sharp slap to her rump. Another followed. Then another.

“I want to recreate the whole night. And your sore butt was a big part of it,” he said over the sound of the spanking. “Now hold position and I won’t have to bring out the paddle.”

He was spanking hard and still, Jenny pushed back after each spank wanting more and more. As the slaps came faster and faster, Jenny was burning both with desire and the fire-like feeling of the spanking. The burns were entwining themselves and Jenny was soon going to be unable to hold back.

As Cal’s hand finally slowed, he asked, “Do you remember what we saw? Do you remember what we did?”

Jenny’s head hung down with her effort to keep control. “The horses…” was all she was able to say.

Cal took over. “That huge stallion mounted his mare. The power he showed and the screams we heard from them both were more than we could take. It was all we could do to get back to our private strip of beach before we could reenact what we’d seen.”

Jenny was back on the beach. She could almost feel the sand in her hands, as Cal rose up behind her and took her with the power they had seen the stallion display. Her reality sank down to the two of them in the moment. Cal, deep within her, plunging over and over. The sear of pain every time his body slapped against her burning ass heightened the exquisite sensation of him inside her.

They came at the same moment, something Jenny loved. Both sank down on the bed, basking in their pleasure. They both were lying on their stomachs, as Cal’s hand reached back to gently rub the area he’d recently turned bright red.


About PK Corey

 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men is the most vital part of their lives together.

I don’t think of myself as a writer so much as a storyteller. I don’t churn out books nearly as fast as perhaps my readers would like. My stories are told to me by my characters and I pass them along. I write what I’ve always wanted to read about – dominant men, strong women, intense love and loyal friendships. My Cassie’s Space series is about a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite adoring Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee to do it. And with her friend and accomplice Sue by her side, a trip over his knee is very likely. The Cal’s Law series is about a younger couple. Though from very different backgrounds, Cal and Jenny are drawn together by love and discipline. And my newest book, On the River, combines all my characters as they go about their lives on The Landing.

I was a school teacher most of my adult life. Now retired, I love having the time to write. I share a fulfilled life with my wonderful husband and my cat, Sophie. My adult children come around enough to keep us satisfied. Besides writing I spend my time reading and designing and unique, hand-drawing bookmarks. And I delight in hearing from my readers. You can contact me at


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