Saturday Spanking — July 18, 2020
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As if 2020 weren’t bad enough…
For this Saturday’s spanking lesson, I want to introduce 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?
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She was being taught to remain silent, but her desire was to communicate with them. “Take me to your leader,” she said, or something to that effect. They rolled her nude body over and swatted her bottom as though she was a toddler who had taken a cookie without permission. Every time she spoke, they spanked her again, harder. At the time, she didn’t understand that this was a training lesson, but as the lesson progressed – the number of swats on her bare butt, and their intensity, increased with each infraction. The humiliating and painful 
disciplinary technique was a powerful motivator to learn. By the time she finally resolved to stay silent, her fanny was rosy-red and sore. While they apparently could not verbally communicate with her, she eventually got their point – “Shut the hell up!” While they communicated with each other using snaps, clicks, and whistles, the aliens really detested any sound that she made. Once she learned to stay quiet, the punishment for forgetting the lesson, and emitting a vocal sound, was a harsh paddling. For the spankings, they had used the palm of their three-fingered hand. But, for the paddling, they bent her over the table edge and used a flat instrument that could only be described as a paddle. The first few swats were the most painful, and they always made her howl. Then the intensity eased. While the swats still had the sting of a thousand bees, she was able to control her voice. Once she stopped screaming, they would always giver her eighteen more swats, and then stop. This punishment gave her a lasting memory and a bruised butt.
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Dreams of shoe salesman — July 17, 2020
Settle down, boys.
There’s one for each of you.
Saturday Spanking — July 11, 2020
I think I have waited long enough…
Time to do the taxes.
Does your maid require discipline?
Sahalie Blue and I wrote this anthology of five stories is titled A Sterling Maid For You. These stories are filled with sexy naughty maids.
In story one, The Man of the House, maid Maria and Mark Sterling, Tanya’s author husband, both find out how the boss-lady deals with lazy birds-of-a-feather when their work is not up to her standards. Will she tan their hides?
In story two, Two Maids and a Feather Duster, maid Meg, her boyfriend Sam, and her best girlfriend Willow discover that pleasure can be found from a swish of the feather duster. Will the threesome enjoy the sensual delights of each other?
In story three, Maid in a Tub, maid Madison finds a special thrill in taking a bath. Madison is up to her neck in trouble when Tanya discovers her up to her neck in bubbles. Will Tanya clean up?
In story four, A Helping Hand, maid Jocelyn falls under the strict supervision of proper British butler and former prefect Malcolm Chippingham. He trains her in the art of housekeeping and of lovemaking. Will his helping hand—and his cane—correct her nervous, inept ways?
In story five, To Catch a Maid, maid Kelly is a catch for any man. When she is accused of stealing a family heirloom from Mr. Grant’s house, Tanya must expose the real thief to prove Kelly’s innocence. Will Mr. Grant fall for Kelly, crook or no?
In this excerpt from Maid in a Tub, Mr. Sterling is gathering the details from maid Madison while his wife, Tanya, prepares the spanking implements…
Excerpt:
“I, um, oh gosh.” She took another large gulp while he stared at her. His face took on a fatherly softness which encouraged her to continue. “Your wife… Mrs. Sterling… she didn’t tell you?” Madison stammered.
“Not the details. Please, you tell me,” he said, as though inquiring about some detail of her school homework.
Madison took a deep breath. “I was, ah, cleaning Mr. McPhillips’ house. He has a huge bathtub.” She made a nervous gesture with her arms spread wide. “It was the end of a long day and I was tired,” she sighed as though reliving the event. “I—I thought I’d take a bath to relax.” She took a breath and then quickly added, “No one was home. Then,” she shrugged her shoulders, “Mrs. Sterling caught me.”
“That doesn’t sound so terribly bad,” Mark stated. He took a sip of his water.
“Well, I think it’s what I was doing in the tub that got me in trouble.”
Mark shifted to the edge of his seat. His eyes dilated. “Do go on.”
“Uh, well, after I filled the big tub with steamy hot water I-I retrieved my vibrator from my purse.”
He chuckled and asked, “Do you always carry your vibrator around with you?”
Sheepishly she looked away. “No, I had been at my boyfriend’s the night before and he…” She coughed. “That-that’s not important.” The swelling of her pussy became uncomfortable and she uncrossed her legs. She tugged down the hem of her short skirt to keep the valley between her thighs covered. “Anyway, I got in the tub and lay down to relax.”
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Two For Tuesday — July 6, 2020
When cruising the high seas,
Always keep a spare on hand.
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.
Except:
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.
For more nautical fun, check out this very short story!
Red Shoes Day — July 5, 2020
The outdoor fireworks may be over,
But the indoor fun has yet to begin.
Independence Day
I hope everyone has a great time celebrating the birth of our country.
I know I will.
Saturday Spanking — July 3, 2020
Today I’m feeling Sci-Fi. I Love of a Forbidden Planet is the first book in the Passion Quest series, and I want to share a bit of the first book with you.
In this excerpt, Amy has just met her first aliens. They are not exactly what she imagined, and they are not interested in interplanetary negotiations.
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The three men tugged at the fabric and reached under it to touch her skin. Hands squeezed her exposed globes, and fingers invaded the private space between her thighs. As she kicked and screamed, the seams were opened, and the jumpsuit was pulled down off her shoulders. They turned her over. Lying on her back, she clenched her jaw as they pulled the front seam open. One man held her left arm and leg while another held her right, spreading her. The first, older man touched her breast. Her nipples stiffened as he held them; he lightly pinched them. His hand moved lower. With her legs pulled open, she was helpless as his fingers explored under the fabric. He touched her lady bits. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried not to cry when his finger entered her.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” she shouted, but her words had no meaning to them. She screamed again and he pulled away. Ignoring her flaying arms and kicking feet, they continued tugging the fabric down. They pulled it off her feet and she was nude.
The men released her and stood back. She stared into their astonished faces as they looked down upon the peach-skinned girl they had pulled out of the animal fur. The older man kicked the remnants of her jumpsuit away as though it might stand on its own and attack them.
Amy swallowed the lump in her throat.
Sensing that they were as afraid of her as she was of them, she once again tried to run away. She managed to stand and take a single step before a powerful arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground. The alien spun her in the air like a doll and brought her down across his lap as he sat on a fallen log. Before she could do more than squeal, his hand smacked down on her upturned bottom— hard.
“EEE-OUCH!”
He spanked her again and again. His strong hand pelted her butt and set her tender flesh afire.
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