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New Release: Bad Girl Good

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It’s Release Day! Happy Release Day to ME!

Bad Girl Good is available for the Amazon Kindle.

SQUEEEEEE!!!!! I’m so excited about this novella! It’s got lots of sex, lots of spankings, a little humiliation and some minor anal play. It’s fun, light-hearted, and I had an absolute blast writing it.

The excerpt is here, the link to buy is here, and the smile? Well, that’s located on my face, and there’s no link for that. Yet.

Enjoy the weekend!

xoxo
Sadey

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Saturday Spankings! Spanktastic

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! To read more spanking excerpts, head over to the #SatSpanks HQ.

Below is a short snippet from Spanktastic: 22 Erotic Spanking Short Stories.

I took the beating well and looked over to Christina often. She was crying, her mouth still open wide in disbelief. Her hands were clutched in front of her now, her arms shaking. The poor thing was miserable and terrified.

Too bad she couldn’t look on the bright side like me.

After fifteen lashes from Jake’s leather belt, he stopped. He rubbed my ass and I pushed back into his hands, begging him with my body to touch me more. His hand slid between my legs and felt my pussy. He squeezed each lip and flicked my clit.

“I’m going to need your help with Christina,” he said.

Spanktastic is available from:
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xoxo
Sadey

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Saturday Spankings! Excerpt from ‘Taking His Hand’

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Lots of spankeriffic authors are sharing excerpts from their spanking stories today. See this page for the complete list.

Here’s an excerpt from my latest spanking novella, Taking His Hand.

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Rachel and I stand quietly, looking at each other, for a few long moments. I try to make my expression as unreadable as possible until I hear the front door slam. Then I slowly turn my lips into a huge grin.

Rachel shrieks and sprints out into the yard. I burst out laughing as I run after her. She’s got nothing to be afraid of and she should know that. As she gets to the fence, she turns around to look at me. I slow down to a jog, anticipating that she’ll try to dodge me and run back toward the house.

She bites her lip in a totally sexy way. As she dives to the right to slip by me, I jump out and catch her waist in my hands. In one solid motion, I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder.

I’ve always wanted to do this to a girl. Rachel’s perfect for it.

She starts pounding on my back, but she’s not hitting hard. “Let me down! I can walk, I promise!”

You can also run,” I muse. “Wouldn’t want that.”

Inside, I walk straight to the bedroom. She tenses at the end of the hallway and I know what she’s thinking. Across from the bedroom is the discipline room. But today, I don’t want to cause her pain.

I’m going to show her some amazing pleasure.

I gently set her down on the bed and whisper, “Don’t move. I’m not going to hurt you, sweetie.”

You said you were going to spank me.”

I am.”

And how—”

I cut her off with a stern look and push her back to lay down on the bed. Slowly, I straddle her and lean forward to give her the most gentle kiss I can muster. I want her to calm down before I heat her up. As I kiss her, I touch her, running my hand up her shirt, over her stomach, up along the edges of her breasts. She moans as I reach under her to unhook her bra.

Trust me, baby?” I ask as I break away. Her bra is tricky and I can’t kiss and unhook it all at once.

Yes,” she whispers. Her face is flushed. She’s going to love this.

I sit her up and pull off her shirt and her bra. Her breasts are perfect, round and supple, and I lean down to kiss each of her nipples. They’re already excited and hard. I put my ear against her chest and listen to her heartbeat. It’s fast.

You’re so fucking hot, Rachel,” I say, moving up to kiss her hard. Our tongues dance and as I hold her wrists with one hand, I reach down to slip a hand under her skirt. Through her panties, even, I can tell she’s wet.

Her skirt must have a zipper somewhere, but I can’t find it. I pull away from her mouth again, peck her nose, and sit up to study the damn thing. “This skirt is a puzzle. How the hell do I get it off?” I ask, turning her this way and that, making her giggle.

Here.” She rolls over and points to the waistline of the skirt, just below her tailbone. There’s a panel of fabric over it, concealing it. This skirt was not designed by a straight man.

Mmm, perfect.” I smile to myself. As I unzip it, she raises her hips a little, letting me lower it over her legs and feet. I throw it to the floor, pushing off her shoes as well.

She stays put on her stomach, looking back at me shyly. I admire her unabashedly while she waits for me to continue. Her legs are so perfect, leading up to her exquisite ass. I trail my fingers along her calves, up her inner thighs, until I’m between her legs.

Do you want me to touch you?” I ask.

She whimpers in a cute way and nods her head.

Then ask me to give you a little spanking.” I continue touching her, so close to her sex, and she parts her legs a little.

But David,” she says, her voice a little whiny. I frown at her and she clamps her mouth shut.

Later, she’ll understand what an erotic spanking is. She’ll look forward to them. She’ll beg me to spank her. Now, though, I want her to be nervous. It’s part of the fun.

Please spank me,” she finally whispers. Then she throws her face into the pillow and I know she’s embarrassed.

Smiling to myself, I lie sideways beside her, below her breasts, and give her ass five quick, light slaps. She groans, but I know I didn’t hurt her. Then, I run my hand between her legs, swirl my fingers around her clit through her panties, and, just as quickly, remove my hand.

Rachel whimpers. I spank her a few more times before repeating the exact same thing. I pull her panties aside, giving me access to her, and she whispers, “Take them off, please.”

Good girl,” I say, rewarding her with a few more slaps. I yank them down, over her feet, and throw them next to her skirt. She’s lying there, practically panting, and I’m wondering how I’m going to stop myself from taking her too quickly.

I really, really, want her to enjoy this.

I decide a position change is in order. “Sit up, sweetie,” I say, tugging her up to kneel beside me. Then, I take my spot at the head of the bed, my back against the headboard. Patting my lap, I give her a look. She knows what I want, crawls over to me, and puts herself over my lap.

She really is a good girl.

I give her ten swats before touching her again. Looking down at her, over my lap, is intense. I know she can feel me against her stomach and I’m hoping that some of the wiggling she’s doing is intentional, for my benefit. I look at her head, but she’s hiding her face. Her arousal, though, is obvious. When I slide my hand in between her legs once again, she lets out a moan—guttural and beautiful at once.

Not all spankings have to be for discipline,” I say, swatting her again. “Are you enjoying this?”

She nods her head and the back of her neck turns a sweet shade of red. She’s too shy to admit she’s loving this.

I rub her behind for awhile, spanking her now and again, until she starts gyrating her hips against my legs. That is too fucking much for me. I flip her off my lap, onto her back, with her head at the foot of my bed. I take off my jeans as fast as I can.

You’re mine,” I say as I position myself in between her legs. “Understand?”

She nods as I slide inside of her, making her groan.

Good girl.” I look into her eyes and she locks her gaze in mine as we make love. When I feel her getting close, when her moans get louder, I thrust deep and hard. I look down at her intensely and she cries out louder than ever before. She’s explosive around me, and I can’t hold back anymore. We climax together. It’s magnificent.

I roll off her, taking hold of her hand, and catch my breath. I’m a bit stunned. When I turn to look at her, she’s gazing at me. I touch her cheek and give her a soft smile.

I liked that,” she says.

My heart throbs with joy. “Me too, baby.”

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Available on Amazon! Pick up a copy of Taking His Hand, book two in the Under His Roof series.

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xoxo
Sadey

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Coming Together: Hungry for Love

Here’s another little reminder about Sommer Marsden’s new collection, Coming Together: Hungry for Love.

(So I just scrolled through my blog and realized my last post on this very topic was two entries ago…I’m gonna update more, ‘k? Promise.)

To share a little about the book, some of the contributors have been writing up their ‘Story behind the story’. Check them out; they’re fantastic, and all on Sommer’s blog–you just need to scroll through some of her recent entries.

Here’s mine:

I love power dynamics. Kink, bondage, and all the glitter aside…what really gets me going is domination, submission, and the intricate mental gymnastics related to power exchange. I love power hungry, arrogant doms, and I love calm, cool alphas who subtly take control. I love bratty subs who push limits just as much as I love the subs who truly, to their very core, want to obey.

Often, my writing reflects this passion (obsession?) of mine. So, naturally, when I sat down to write ‘Zombie Goddess’–my story for Sommer Marsden’s collection of zombie erotica–I played with the theme of power, control, and what might happen in a BDSM scene starring a human and a zombie.

Another concept I messed around with for this story is making the typical antagonist–the decrepit, brain-hungry zombie–into my protagonist. I wanted my zombie to feel amazing, empowered, and…well, I wanted her to feel hot. So my star is a sexy, newly un-dead zombie woman. She’s not after brains to eat. Instead, she’s learning to enjoy finding minds to fuck.

An excerpt from my story, Zombie Goddess, is here.

More soon, neglected readers of awesome!

xoxo
Sadey

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Halloween! We’re Hungry for Love

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Photo by Evan Leesson

With perhaps the most appropriate timing ever, Sommer Marsden’s new collection of zombie erotica (you read that right) is available now! I can’t think of anything better to do on Halloween night than curling up with some hot apple cider and enjoying a sexy new book.

That is a lie. I can think of better things to do that involve real-life penises and vaginas.

Maybe, in a perfect world, I’d do both. You can grab a copy of Coming Together: Hungry for Love through one of the venues listed below (or click the link to go straight to Amazon). Proceeds benefit the American Diabetes Association.

That’s right. Coming for a good cause.

I wrote a story for this collection called ‘Zombie Goddess’. Here’s a little excerpt:

Our attention turns to a large, black man who steps forward toward the crowd. He paces in front of us slowly. His arms are thick and muscular, and he holds a long leather flogger in his right hand. Finally, he pauses and regards the spectators with disdain.

“And who will it be tonight?” he shouts.

The silence is deafening. People look around, wondering who will volunteer. A few of them shrink back, like they don’t want to be seen.

“Here we go,” Jasper whispers. He clears his throat and announces, “This one!” He pushes me firmly forward.

“But why?” I hiss, trying to resist.

“You want to freak out the mortals, right?”

“Well, yes…”

“Remember this: You can’t feel the pain.”

Oh. Right. I smile as I realize what Jasper is suggesting, and I turn toward the man. The power he feels, I feel it too. I see it in his eyes and I know I can beat him. I can win this stupid mortal game.

Grasping the hem of my dress, I lift it over my head, just breaking eye contact with the man for a moment. Then I walk toward him, my heels clicking on the tiled floor, my hips swaying from side to side. When I’m right in front of him, I put my hands on my hip and cock my head to the side.

“One rule,” I say.

“Oh?” He looks bemused.

“No touching me.”

His eyebrows furrow. “And why not?”

“I don’t like to be touched.” I shrug, as if it’s really no big deal. This is the point where he could realize my game, who I am, what I’m doing. But he doesn’t. He points to the cross and I put myself into place, my arms and legs spread wide apart, my back to the crowd.

“I have to touch you to tie you,” he says.

“You don’t have to tie me. I’ll stay in place.” I grasp the rope loops with my hands.

The man walks around the cross, eyeing me. “What’s your word?”

“I don’t need a word.”

He pauses when he’s by my face and growls, “You need a word if you want to play with me.”

I shrug, indifferent. “Mercy?”

“Mercy. Say it and I stop.”

“I won’t need to say it.”

The corners of his mouth turn up just slightly. “Is that a challenge?”

I look him straight in the eyes. “Do you want it to be?”

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Buy Coming Together: Hungry for Love at these online stores:

:) Happy Halloween, everyone!
xoxo
Sadey

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Excerpt: Under His Roof

Under His Roof is a domestic discipline novella about a professional disciplinarian and one of his clients, Rachel. It’s short–just 30,000 words–and the first in a series of three. So far I’m pleased with its reception. Though there are still no reviews (hint, hint), I’ve enjoyed lots of feedback from readers. And, sales are all right. I blame the cover. ;)

Below is a short excerpt of Rachel’s first session with David. I hope you enjoy!

xoxo
Sadey

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“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready,” I whisper.

“Take off your pants, please. You can leave your panties on for now.”

My hands are shaking as I hook my thumbs into the elastic band of my yoga pants. I slide them down over my hips, to my ankles, and kick them to the side.

David is not watching me and I’m grateful for that. He is busy positioning a large, straight-backed chair in the center of the room. Then he turns to me, smiles again, and comes to my side. He’s looking down at me and I’m so small and vulnerable next to him. I can barely hold back my tears. “Time to face the music, Rachel,” he says. He takes my hand and leads me to the chair. When he sits and pats his lap, I look at him like he’s crazy.

“C’mon, sweetie.” He is giving me a caring smile which I know is supposed to put me at ease but it’s impossible. I’m frozen. He grabs hold of my upper arm and gently tugs me until I’m falling, awkwardly, over his knees. “There you are.”

His hand is on my bottom and I’m tense. I place my own hands flat on the wooden floor and move my body a little until I feel like I’m in the right place. He chuckles, lifts my hips, and shifts me until my butt is high in the air.

“Remember that this is for your own good,” he says.

Is he going to start so soon?! I start to panic but he’s holding me firmly in place.

“Rachel, calm yourself down right now.”

I try my best and I can tell he’s giving me time. His hand is still on my behind, waiting patiently.

“Try unclenching your butt cheeks,” he suggests nonchalantly.

What?! I think to myself. I cannot believe David Jacobs, Professional Disciplinarian, has just suggested that I unclench my ass. But I remind myself that this is his thing, this is what he’s good at, and I relax my muscles.

Then his hand is gone for a moment, and the first slap lands on my bottom.

“Oh!” I gasp, though it does not hurt in the slightest.

“See? You’re OK. We’re going slow.”

So I relax. The sensation of being lightly spanked is actually oddly nice. I suspect that he is just making me comfortable before moving on to the second act of the afternoon, and I try to stay in the moment and enjoy the feeling. But then I scold myself. David is a professional. It wouldn’t be fair to him to be turned on by this. Still, I can’t help the tingling sensation that is building inside me.

He pauses for a moment. “You’re relaxed now. Feeling all right?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Good.”

Then it begins again, and he’s slapping a little harder now, stinging my bottom with each spank. It still is not horribly painful but it is beginning to hurt and I wiggle a little as I adjust to the sensations.

He spanks slowly, but steadily, alternating between each cheek so I know just what is coming next. And he is increasing the intensity a bit at a time, barely enough for me to realize what he is doing. I’m starting to appreciate that this guy really is a professional.

“Ouch!” I gasp after one stinging spank.

He tightens his grip on my waist and delivers another.

“Oh!”

And now he is really spanking me! It isn’t unbearable but it hurts, it hurts so much that I want to jump out of his lap! But I stay still, my hands firmly planted on the floor. Each slap stings my skin. It’s so much different now than the light slaps and I’m squirming, but he’s holding me tight. He’s started to land the spanks randomly, sometimes hitting the same place three or four times in a row before hitting somewhere else.

“Ouch! Oh! Please!”

My legs are kicking now, just a little, making my bottom dance as I try to shake the pain out of me. He is relentless and I think he may have forgotten I’m a beginner. After what feels like ages he pauses for a moment, planting his hand right back on my behind, reminding me that we aren’t done.

“Comfortable?”

“No!” I exclaim.

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A combined print version of all the books in the series will be available by Winter 2012.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Two Nights With Mistress Tracy

I’ve been posting entries lately in my account of two nights with Mistress Tracy. This excerpt is from Part 6 and makes me all warm and tingly…

Pam had her shorts off in a flash and yanked mine down for me. I giggled and helped her undress me, thankful for tinted windows and the darkness of the night. She slid two fingers inside me and I groaned as she curled them just so. I reciprocated, our arms crossing each others, and found her cunt slippery and smooth like mine. Pam moaned happily as I gently pumped in and out of her and Mistress Tracy smiled at us through her review mirror.

When Mistress Tracy pulled into her garage, she ordered Pam to make me cum.

Head over to Six Sentence Sunday to find links to other participants!

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