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Saturday Spanking — July 20, 2019

Is the summer heat driving you indoors, or perhaps you are headed for the beach. Either way, let’s have some fun with my Victorian characters as they study the Kama Sutra.

This excerpt is from Arsenic and the Socialite:

During her visits, he had her read from the Kama Sutra. Bill instructed her read about the fine points of embracing, kissing, and other types of touching, to heighten sexual arousal in both the man and the woman. This increased tension and arousal before the actual penetration amplified the intensity of their climaxes. On one such visit, he had her read about spanking. This was not for pain and punishment, but for stimulation before love making. “There is no keener means of increasing passion,” she read silently from the book.

Bill demonstrated the sensual spanking by taking her over his knee. Spreading her thighs, he pressed his knee against her mons. His lightly stinging swats on her bare bottom pulsated through her, and her cunny bounced against the hardness of his leg. She found that the ancient book was correct. When he later used his fingers to bring her to climax, it was one of the most powerful and satisfying orgasms she had ever experienced.

However, he did not use the sensual spanking as a prelude to penetrating her.


Arsenic and the Socialite is set in 1857 Scotland where a man has been murdered — poisoned. This story introduces my new series: Lady Strangways Affairs. The investigation uncovers that the man had a wife, a fiancé, and a lover.  Who poisoned him?

Rich in history, you will delve between the sheets of the Victorian era. Loaded with sexy intrigue, I’m sure you will enjoy this adventure. Maybe you will learn some new techniques from the Kama Sutra, too.

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Masturbation Monday — July 15, 2019

Don’t forget to feed your soul a stimulating morsel today!

It is probably not a coincidence that to day is the 15th and we are plotting to invade Area 51. Just think abut it.

And then, consider this teaser from Prairie Passions:


Jackson crawled into the warm blanket. He watched the glow from the fire’s dying embers illuminate Rose’s face with a pink hue.

He had never seen her sleep before; she was amazingly beautiful, so relaxed and peaceful. With visions of her delicate bare bottom, her smooth skin turning pink under his hand, and her kiss upon his lips, he imagined what other secrets she held. He wished he were with her underneath that blanket.

It seems that I do love her.

He admired her soft, parted lips as she breathed in her sleep. He remembered how she had returned his kiss that night on the Shoshone River, and how the stars had reflected in her green eyes, and how soft her curly, dark brown hair had been. He relived the sensation of her sensuous, firm breasts in his hands. He had been surprised that she had not recoiled from his touch. His cock stiffened and strained to be released from his trousers as his mind replayed the way her nipples had stood ready for him. He had wanted his lips to follow his fingers and kiss those inviting nubs. He had wanted to take her back to her tent and lie with her.

Watching her tender, innocent face, he imagined pushing up her nightdress as she lay on her back. Lying atop her, he would have kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her chin, and finally, he would have melted his lips with hers. She would have opened her legs and he would have slipped inside. He imagined her warm wetness urging him deeper. He imagined her tight core around his…

Aahhh…” He opened his eyes and hoped that he had not really groaned out loud. He looked one more time at her sleeping face and drifted off to sleep, with fond dreams of her sure to follow…


In Prairie Passions, Rose is grown and searching for a husband. Needless to say, her adventures lead to trouble from time to time. And, now you know what happens to girls ignore caution. They land across… Well, you get the idea.


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Arsenic and the Socialite

Can love lead to murder?

Lady Theodora Strangways has been called to Scotland to answer just this question. Following the death of a Frenchman in Glasgow, she and Inspector John Digby are searching for clues among the man’s belongings. They find…


“I was thinking that suicide is a possibility. If there is arsenic in the room, it will cast a different light on things. I mean, he had a fiancée and a lover. He may have been looking for a way out.” Lady Strangways winked at John and chuckled.

“Indeed.” John snorted a laugh. “A man might seek refuge in death should the women learn about each other.”

Rifling through the bed coverings, Theodora discovered another letter.

“Where did you find that?” John asked.

“It was inside the casing for the pillow.” Theodora removed the paper from the envelope; it was from the same stationary set as the previous letter and written in the same hand. “My dearest husband,” she began reading to John, but then she stopped to silently scan the letter’s contents.

The letter was clearly written by a wife to her husband living apart. It was full of how she longed to be with him and pined with each passing day that she could not kiss him.

“Oh, my Lord,” Theodora exclaimed. “Listen to this!” She cleared her throat, and resumed reading aloud, “I am reclining in my bed, recalling how we parted on our last meeting. Pulling up my nightdress, my fingers are yearning to traipse into the folds where your fingers wandered. Inflamed as I was on that day, I welcomed your advance and resolved to give you more of myself. I was ever so delighted when you knelt between my knees. I recall the deepest blue of the sky and stimulating scents of the garden flowers. Even now, my belly still quivers as I remember the trepidations at being discovered. In the broad daylight, as my father frolicked by the sea not a hundred yards from our secluded grove, you took me for the first time.”

Theodora’s knees buckled, and she sat on the bed. She could easily understand how a woman would have such thoughts and feelings, but she could not imagine a woman would ever take pen and paper, and put these notions in writing.

“My fingers are now deep in that secret place where only you have explored. Oh, Beloved Husband, how I remember that day you first showed me the joys of being a woman. I wish only to have the firmness of your manhood once again inside me.”

Flushed, Theodora could not continue reading aloud. Silently, she finished reading the letter and handed it to John. It was signed: Mimi L’Angelier.


Arsenic and the Socialite is rich with the history of the Victorian Age, Lady Strangways and her lover, Scotland Yard Inspector John Digby, search for the answers. The story is an erotic / spanking / romantic / murder mystery. The book is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, all other retailers



Alien Invasion?

Walt and Beth are deep into each other when it happens…

Sitting in the car on the Red Rock Mesa overlook, with Walt’s fingers stroking her jane, Beth felt the car shudder, in a manner not having anything to do with an orgasm. She opened her eyes.

“What was that?” Walt asked, a bit too loudly.

“I don’t know.” She looked up, and added, “Some kind of airplane.”

He extracted her hand from his trousers and jumped out of the car. While pulling the zipper up and fastening his belt, he stared at the black object passing overhead. It made no sound and showed no lights. They could only see it as a black hole moving across the universe of stars.

“No,” Walt gasped. “It’s a spaceship. An alien spaceship.”

“You mean, like from Kratos?”

“Yes,” he said. “That’s exactly it.”

Beth scrambled to pull her panties up and fasten her bra.

It took only a minute for the dark craft to pass overhead and descend, following the slope of the mesa, to the flat desert below. As it approached the horizon, they could see its silhouette as it passed between them and the city lights. Then, it was too close to the ground to see at all.


Love and the Spaceman is a Sci-Fi / erotic / romance / adventure with a nod toward the way things were in the 1950’s. The book is available in ebook and paperback from Amazon US, Amazon UK, all other retailers

Who holds the key to humanity’s survival?

Snuggle up with “A Haughty Courtesan”

Nancy Wells has added a new book to her collection of Historical Romances — A Haughty Courtesan. In this story, Rose is a proud and egotistical courtesan. She has a reputation of exacting her revenge on those who dare to cross her or put her in a bad mood.  Still, her flawless beauty and skills at her trade make her the most sought-after courtesan in Madam Dustin’s brothel. As skilled as she is, she is unprepared for the moment Lord William Clifford makes his presence known and shakes the very foundation of her life.

Lord William Clifford agrees to attend a masquerade ball at Madam Dustin’s brothel with his life-long friend, Lord Robert Tyne with no intention of partaking of any services offered. His thoughts and emotions are strained when the most beautiful woman he’s ever encountered walks into the room. With one look from her, his life is thrown into chaos by a thunderbolt of emotions; something much stronger than lust.

Feelings of the heart do not abide by the rules of society, do they?

Let’s enjoy this haughty excerpt:

“Leave the stockings and come here,” he commanded.

She approached him on unsure feet. He tugged her into his lap and adjusted her legs on either side of his thighs.

He opened his legs slowly and stretched her wide open. She became unbalanced when her thighs strained to their limits and braced herself by placing her palms on his chest.

She looked down at her weeping cunt and found all her lady parts on display.

She was so intent on observing her own vulnerability that she missed when he raised his hands and held her by her waist.

“Put your hands around my neck,” he said huskily.

She looked up and met his eyes. She saw concern in his eyes, but how can this be possible?
Why would he care if a courtesan was comfortable or not?

He dug his fingers into her skin to emphasize his point and she did as he asked without breaking eye contact with him.

A few stray locks of onyx hair fell on her face and he tucked it behind her ear with gentle
hands. He leaned his head towards her mouth, and she turned her head away.

“I don’t kiss my customers, my lord.”

A cry tore from her throat as three fingers speared into her suddenly. He curled his fingers and plunged them in and out, hard and fast until the ache in her swollen cunny was replaced with raw pleasure. She started moaning loudly as pleasure swept her body into its realm of wickedness.


Nancy Wells is a normal person with a passion for kinky romances and a big fan of happy ever after endings. She plays violin in her free time and travels a lot to appease her restless soul.

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Publisher’s Note: This historical romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of adult themes, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Two 4 Tuesday — June 25, 2019

If you like these two…

You’ll love these two:

Two sexy tales of detective adventure with Lady Strangways:

Arsenic and the Socialite – In 1857 a Frenchman living in Glasgow, Scotland has been murdered., but there are too many suspects.

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Diamond Mountain: In 1870, the world’s largest diamond field is discovered in American Indian country. Through the desert and chased by Indians, Lady Strangways finally scales Diamond Mountain to find the secret of the treasure.

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Fiction, with a dose of facts

Truth is stranger than fiction. Truth enhanced with some fiction spice is a great adventure.

Take for example the case of the sewer worker who found the underground entrance to the gold bullion vault in the Bank of England. Take this story and spice it with a Lady Detective and a bit of spanking, and voilà — you have Miss Rowan Learns Her Lesson.


I again followed.

This opened into a small room nearly identical to the cellar room below Barnet House and the man was already stepping up a short stone stairway to stand upon a small landing. However, the landing appeared to be a dead end. Not to be thwarted, the man began removing a stone from the wall, using a tool from his bag. Placing this stone on the landing floor, he set to work removing another. Shivering, I watched him remove thirty stones over the course of the next half-hour, placing the stones on the floor in a specific pattern so he could easily replace them in the exact reverse order. Thus he created a space large enough for him to pass through. Once again he disappeared into the opening and I crept up the stairway to look closer. As before, while his dim light was gone I could see absolutely nothing until I reached the pile of stones by the hole through which he had passed. I could then see his dim light as I poked my head through the small hole.

My heart nearly stopped dead when I saw him removing a brick of solid gold from a pile on the other side of the wall. I had never before seen such brilliant pure gold, but knew instantly what it was. Then he removed another and replaced the stolen gold bars with plain stone bricks from his bag. He had obviously removed several of these on previous trips and replaced them with plain stone bricks as was evident by their positions within the pile.

With a burst of clarity I suddenly understood completely.


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Western Tales

Actually, these are rather kinky stories of the Old West. So, these are really Western Tails, all of the pioneering women in these stories mix their romance with the D/s lifestyle.

In Prairie Passions, Rose Anna Prescott wants a husband.

In July of 1890, the young woman rides the stagecoach from her secluded home to Cheyenne, Wyoming. Her stated purpose is to participate in the celebrations welcoming the newest state in the Union. However, her true intention is to find a suitable husband among the available men in the wealthy metropolis.

During her adventures, two suitors open her eyes to surprising experiences in love, and they both show her that she needs a husband who is willing and able to apply a firm hand to her bottom. Their spankings not only render control of her rebellious disposition, they also awaken her sexual desires.

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South Pass Brides is a tale of the Oregon Trail where pioneer women journeyed to a new life.

In 1848, there was free land in the Oregon Territory and pioneer families by the thousands headed west on the Oregon Trail. However, the trip was not without peril, and many failed to arrive.

After nineteen-year-old Olga is married off to an older man, the two begin their own arduous journey to the Willamette Valley. Before too long, her naivety and nervousness give way to the joy of sex, despite the occasional bit of discipline her husband applies to her soft and gorgeous behind. Soon, though, tragedy strikes and Olga is left on her own. Until…

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Cowgirl Thrill Rider — The golden age of rodeo for a Nebraska cowgirl.

Polly’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 meets champion steer wrestler and bronc rider Buck Delmar. Polly is determined to make it big herself and, with the help of immigrant Cossack trick riders, soon becomes a talented, famous performer, thrilling audiences with her death-defying stunts on horseback.

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Saturday Spanking — June 15, 2019

Summer is in full swing here in the sunny south. Weeds are growing, wasps are nesting, and the ants are pillaging in the garbage can. Aw, but I forget to mention the sweet scent of the air after a rain, the warm sunshine on m

With that thought in mind, enjoy this excerpt from Cowgirl Thrill Rider penned by myself (as Sterling Scott) and Sahalie Blue, and published by Blushing Books.  To set the stage for you, our heroine, Polly, is practicing changing horses for the relay race. Her boyfriend, Buck, is assisting. Being a short gal, she is having trouble expeditiously dismounting from one horse and mounting another. She gets the not-so-bright idea to bypass the issue and leap from horse to horse. You can probably imagine how things go wrong…


“Just what do you think you were trying to do?” Buck asked as he grasped her in one arm, lifted her off the ground, and slung her over his shoulder.

“Put me down, put me down! Help me!” she cried out.

Polly kicked her legs and flailed her arms as Buck’s powerful arm circled her waist. Ignoring her pleas, he carried her out of the arena. He marched over to the bleacher seats, behind the ring, and in no time, she found herself upended over the man’s lap. His arm pinned her at the waist, making her his captive. It only took a second or two for her to realize his intent. He meant to spank her, but she wasn’t going to give up without a fight. A verbal one, in any case.

Staring at the dirt floor, she yelled at him, “What do you think you are doing? Let go of me!”

“I told you I would help you.”

“I didn’t think you meant it!” she cried.

He smacked her bottom. “Do you think I mean it, now?”

“Yes, yes! Please let me go,” she screamed.

“Not until I give you the spanking you deserve.”


“I don’t deserve a spanking,” she howled, trying to pull away from him, to no avail.

Smack! Smack!

“Yes, you do. You didn’t follow instructions.”

Smack! Smack!

“What instructions?”

Smack! Smack!

“One, you were to wait for me. I would have helped you get on and off the horse.”

Smack! Smack!

“I didn’t know that,” Polly wailed.

Smack! Smack!

“Two, you went against Carl’s wishes, thereby making your own rules as you went.”

Smack! Smack!

“I’m sorry!”

“Don’t tell me. Tell Carl.”

Smack! Smack!

“Three, I want you to be safe and sensible, and not act impulsively.”

Smack! Smack!

Buck prodded, “I didn’t hear you. Is that understood, young lady?”

Smack! Smack!

“Yes, oh yes! Please stop,” Polly cried.


The complete story of Polly and Buck can be enjoyed in Cowgirl Thrill Rider. They join the rodeo circuit where Polly thrills the audience with her death defying stunts. The hardest, most dangerous tricks earn the most prize money. The excitement and the money grow, but she risks reputation and virtue – and her very life – in pursuit of ever more dangerous thrills. Can Buck help her achieve her dreams, and keep her safe, with his loving guidance and discipline?

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Saturday Spanking — April 13, 2019

So, have you finished your taxes yet? I know I have.

This Saturday’s excerpt is from The Counterfeit Confederate. Emily is a Union spy during the Civil War and she has been dispatched to London to determine the nature of a secret weapon being developed. Needless to say, this task does have is ouchy moments.

Here, Emily has been caught sneaking off with a fellow passenger, David. They have amorous intentions, but Lieutenant Anderson has other ideas…


However, we only get half a dozen paces along the corridor when a mate grabs my arm. “Sorry bloke,” he says to David as he pulls me away from him, “you picked the wrong bird.” Then turning to me as David scampers away, the mate says, “Lieutenant Anderson has asked to speak with you in the Purser’s Office.” Without releasing my arm he leads me to Lieutenant Anderson and then stands in the open doorway watching our exchange.

“Miss Tidwell, I thought I had made my position clear,” the lieutenant snarls.

“Yes sir, but I thought I was allowed in the mess hall,” I reply defiantly.

“But you weren’t in the mess hall, were you?”

I glance to the grinning mate standing at parade rest in the doorway and then respond in a vastly subdued, meek tone, “No sir.”

Lieutenant Anderson clears some papers from the table and gestures toward it as he coolly says, “Don’t make a fuss and I will use as much discretion as I am allowed. If the captain gets involved, he will insist upon a proper punishment.” I move towards the table preparing to accept whatever discretion he is intending, when I pause and look to the mate, and then with pleading eyes I look into Lieutenant Anderson eyes. He nods to me and then commands the mate, “This is not for your entertainment. About face.” Grudgingly the mate spins around to face outward into the empty corridor.

As I had done before, I lay across the table with my feet dangling above the floor.

This time, as it was my second offense, Lieutenant Anderson lifts the hem of my skirt up to my back. Thankfully, I had put on drawers! While he must be able to see some of my alabaster fanny through the slit, he does not untie the ribbon to open them. He does however pull the thin linen material taut over my right bottom cheek and then he begins to smack me HARD.

“EEOOWW,” I screech along with the first two smacks before I get my teeth clenched. Once I settle myself down he gives me five more hard smacks on the right cheek and then pulls my drawers tight against my left butt cheek before administering five more hard smacks to even my blush. When he finishes, as he had done before, he grips my left cheek, but this time he maintains his hold – he does not let go and his finger press into my cheek’s underside ever so close to my cunny’s folds.

“I do hope, Miss Tidwell,” he quietly says while holding firmly onto my bottom, “that we don’t have to experience this again. Next time I will not depart from the required proper punishment. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes sir, but if I may pray to ask,” I gasp for a breath, “so that I may have a full understanding.” I gasp again, “Why is it that these rules only appear to apply to me?”

“They apply to all the unmarried females; however you are the only one with no escort. Thus, you are the only one under my supervision.” His fingers twitch slightly enhancing his meaning. “And the captain insists that I perform my duty. Second,” and he pauses for a relaxing breath and his hand gives my bottom a gentle squeeze. My buns reflexively squeeze tight about his fingers and I pray that the dampness produced by my body has not become apparent. “I have a personal interest in ensuring that your honor is preserved,” he finishes.

Personal interest! My honor!

With that he releases my bottom cheek and pulls my skirt back down to its proper place before assisting me down from the table. I am again a bit dizzy and stumble against him whereupon I discover that he is indeed aroused. Holding my elbow he leads me back to the door and says to the mate, “See to it that she gets back safely.” The mate starts to grip my arm, but I shake him off.



Damn the torpedoes – Full Speed Ahead!

Did you ever wonder where Admiral Farragut got those words? They were not a random cheer, they directed a carefully planned strategy. Reading The Counterfeit Confederate you will learn, with some drama added, what those words meant.

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