I don't know how many of you read Lil's Submissive Sanctuary, but if you are new to her, you don't know that she writes some incredible poetry. If you've never visited before or never visit her again, you have to go over to read today's poem, The Memories Which Have Forgotten Me.
I'm sure you agree, it is awesome. Stay tuned for more Aimless Ramblings.
Today I'm deviating from my usual Monday post of a short story by me to featuring a snippet of one of my favorite authors, Renee Rose. If you have ever read any of her books, you know she is a terrific writer. I love her characters and story lines, whether its westerns, regency, paranormal or in this case, modern mobster. Mob Mistress is the second in her Bossman series. So without further do, here's Renee
Thank you so much for inviting me over to share about my
newest book, Mob Mistress. I decided to go ahead and share the real deal today
instead of just teasing. So for all you lovers of belt spankings (like me),
this is for you!
“Go in the
bedroom and take off your clothes.”
her and watched her undress. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her jeans and
pulled off her blouse. There was nothing sexy about stripping for him this
time, though her body did not get the message, her skin heating under his gaze.
them?” she croaked.
unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor, then stepped out of her panties.
unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops.
She took a
step backward. She had never been whipped in her life, and fear turned her
both the pillows from the bed and stacked them on top of one another at the
side. “Lay over these.”
hammered in her chest, panic welling. Her feet did not move. He frowned at her,
but then his expression softened, as if he registered her fear.
Lex. It’s just a spanking.”
reassurance eased her anxiety and she stumbled forward, climbing over the
pillows to lie down as he instructed. Her face flamed as she settled into the
humiliating position, her bare ass high in the air, perfectly situated for his
the buckle end of his belt around his fist, and she tried to contain her
anxiety by biting the bedspread. She heard the sound a split second before she felt
the first lick of leather across her ass, the line of fire surprising her with
its sting, but not nearly as terrible as she had feared. She jumped as he laid
down the next stripe and the following. Again and again he brought the belt
down, burning her bare flesh with each stroke. She wriggled and rolled under
the continuous onslaught and found herself counting strokes as a way of
managing the intensity. After the first twenty, it got easier, the shock
wearing away as her entire bottom now flamed. After twenty-five, though, panic
I’m sorry!” she gasped.
not answer, just continued snapping the leather across her tender cheeks.
Please! Please?” She reached her hand back and tried to cover her vulnerable
backside, but he caught her wrist and bent it behind her back, restraining her.
spanking is over when I decide, Lexi.”
about his words and the way he pinned her down and continued spanking flipped a
switch in her, desire flaring alongside the pain. She wanted him to go on,
wanted more of his cruel leather, the bite of his belt morphing into something
almost pleasurable. Almost, but not quite.
struggled against his hold, her hips undulating more wantonly now. “Please,”
she begged, though she hardly knew what she wanted. “Please.”
continued whipping her and she began to cry, the eruption of tears an
unexpected release. He slowed his pace. “Do you call me at home, Lex?”
talk about me with other people? Give out my number?”
She didn’t know where the sir had
come from — she had never lived in the south or with military types, but it
rolled out with the respect he had just earned.
girl,” he said, releasing the wrist he’d pinned and stroking his hand down the
length of her back to rest on her twitching buttocks.
at his touch, lost in the sensations of pain and need. She found him beside her
on the bed, pulling her into his arms. She snuggled in tightly, breathing the
scent of him, dampening his expensive shirt with her tears. She felt his lips
on her hair, and he continued to run his hands up and down her back and over
her heated bottom.
sorry,” she croaked.
forgiven,” he murmured.
against him with the soothing motion of his hands over her bare skin, she
drifted to sleep. She didn’t know how
long she slept — probably only a few minutes, because she woke in the same
position, Bobby still cradling her.
sorry, Bobby,” she repeated.
he said, grasping her jaw and pulling her face to meet his. For a moment she
thought the aggression was anger, but then she caught the dark in his eyes and
realized it stemmed from passion.
So what do you think? Pretty hot, huh. Read the blurb and then click on one of the buy links. You will not be disappointed.
When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her
apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing
he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the
city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is
Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over
the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems,
giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man
Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control,
particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even
though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his
beck and call, he finds in her the full package -- a hot, intelligent woman who
is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when
she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs
Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a
business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him
everything he ever desired?
Publisher’s Note: This book contains spanking, anal sex and
hot scenes that may keep you up late reading.
Bossman is still only
$.99! snap it up, because the sale won't
Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males,
Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic
Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She
also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.
Hello - not much going on here. Have a good week and hope you enjoy the story. He might be the one; she thought to herself, when she saw him. He was trudging up long dirt driveway leading
to her house, a black-and-white dog
trotting along beside him She was the
recipient of her grandma’s second
sight; and often knew what was coming,
often times it was good, sometimes it wasn’t.
“Can I help you?” she asked as he got close enough to hear
her shout. People didn’t usually come
out this way often, and she couldn’t be too careful since she lived here alone
and there weren’t any neighbors in shouting distance.
“My truck broke down on the highway, saw this dirt drive and
took a chance. Can I use your phone?”
“Don’t have one.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.
How does someone in this day and age not have a phone?”
“It costs money to string poles this far out.”
“Ever hear of cell phones?”
“Why pay money for something I don’t need. Besides, where’s yours if everyone has one?”
He blew off that question.
He didn’t want to tell her he threw the damn thing out the window when
his manager kept calling.
“I guess I picked the wrong dirt road then, didn’t I?”
“Can Buck and me at least get a
drink of water. We’re parched from all
“There’s a hose out back. Help yourself.”
She watched him walk toward the
back of the house. He was tall and well
built. His sandy colored hair stuck out
from beneath his well-worn Stetson.
He and his dog came around
front. He obviously used the hose for more
than a drink; his wet sandy colored hair
was dripping down his forehead and down his neck and Buck was completely soaked.
“You live here by yourself?” he
asked and where normally this comment would raise the hairs on the back of her neck;
“I noticed there are things that
need tending. If you need a hand, I
would be willing to trade room and board for my handyman services.”
“Are you down on your luck?”
“No, but if you’re worried about
me, don’t. We’re fine, well at least, we
will be once I get my truck fixed. How
far is it to town?”
“I’m just wondering why you were
on that road in the first place?”
“Not that it’s any of your
business, but I like to stay off the main roads and out of the mainstream.”
“Gottcha, but I should warn you
the sheriff’s deputy stops by on his way home every day so if you’re in….
She never finished the statement
when he piped in with “I am not on the run.
Buck and I were just looking for some peace and quiet. We planned to camp and hangout, and the damn
truck chose now to take a shitter. Why
does the sheriff come by every day?”
“As you told me that’s none of you
business but we went to high school together, and he lives up the road. He likes to keep tabs on me since I’m out
here alone with no phone. If you’re
still here when he comes by he can help with the truck.”
“Whether I’m still here or not
depends on you.”
“I could use the help. There’s a
room in the back of the barn, you and Buck can sleep there. Breakfast and
dinner are at . Eat hearty at breakfast because I don’t do
“I’m Sarah Miller,” she told him
extending her hand.
“I’m Wes Wilson,” as he shook her
hand. That’s the first time he’d used
his real name for a while – he was Stevie Carson in his professional life. Stevie Carson of The Carson Wranglers,
a successful country/western band that had been touring the country for
what seemed like years to him. He told
their manager. he needed a break but Dick Jenkins went ahead and booked them
for another three months anyway. He blew
his top when Dick told him, and he just left the tour. He flew home, packed up a few things, grabbed
Buck and took off in his truck. He’d been on the road for two days when the
truck broke down.
‘You’ve seen what needs to be
done, so do what you feel capable of doing.”
She told him before she walked off in the direction of the house. He figured her to be about 30 to 35 and could
tell she was used to working outdoors.
Her skin had that permanent tan look about it – not out of a bottle, or a
tanning booth. Her nails and cuticles
were clean and cared for, but her hands were working hands. She was tall and willowy, strawberry-blond
hair pulled back into a braid, with wisps escaping to frame her face. Her eyes of the palest blue were direct and
looked right through you. She wore jeans
so faded to almost appear white, a
cotton tee shirt that clung to her in all the right places and boots that had
seen better days.
He worked all day and by he was exhausted. He hadn’t done physical labor in a long time,
and every bone in his body ached. He was
taking a drink from the hose when she called out to him.
“I’ve made some lemonade, care to
As he sauntered over; she watched
his slow, easy gait and oogled that long lean body. He had removed his shirt to work, and before
he slipped it back on, she took note of that six-pack and those muscled arms
and large hands. She wondered what it
would feel like to be pressed up against that hard body and have those hands
caressing her breasts, cupping her bottom. Stop
it, she told herself.
He took the lemonade and collapsed
onto the porch swing.
“How did you come to be out here
all by yourself?”
“This place belonged to by
grandparents and then my parents. They
organically farmed long before it became the in thing. My parents were killed in a plane crash a
couple of years ago, and I’ve been alone since.
I’ve tried to keep up as best I can.
I hire help when I can afford it, but mostly I’m by myself. I have lots of repeat customers; my herbs and
vegetables are the favorite of some of the better restaurants in the area, and
I sell my wool to a private party who makes and markets her own products.”
He took a gulp of the lemonade,
and some splashed onto his lip. He
slipped out his tongue to catch the droplets, and her breath caught in her
throat. It was a long time since she’d
lain with anyone; her vibrator her only constant companion for far too long.
He finished his lemonade and told
her he was calling it a day; he needed a shower. He stepped off the porch, and as she watched
him walk to the barn; her body tingled and felt a surge of wetness in her
He felt her eyes on him and hadn’t
missed the catch of her breath earlier.
She was a woman in need of some loving; he knew he could fill that need;
the question was would she want more than he had to give.
Wes was in desperate need of a
shower and was surprised to find clean linens and towels along with an old
chambray shirt tossed on a chair. He
didn’t expect to find anything so he was surprised she had thought of it. He used the towels and the shirt; rinsed out
his tee-shirt and shorts, so they’d be clean and dry for tomorrow. Tonight he’d
go commando, and his jeans and socks would have to make do until he got to his
The smells wafting from the
kitchen made his mouth water as he walked to the house. It was a long time
since breakfast. He envied Buck who was
already chowing down his dinner bowl on the porch.
He heard a car and saw a patrol
car pull up. Jeff Kincaid gave him the
once over as he stepped out and onto the porch.
“That truck out there belong to you?” Wes expected the third degree and
was surprised when he didn’t get any other questions. What Wes didn’t know was that Jeff had called
in a wants and warrants on the license plates and found no problems.
“Yeah, Buck and I trudged back
here in hope of a phone, and well you know how that worked out.” Jeff laughed.
“Jeff Kincaid here, and you are?”
“Wes Wilson. Nice to meet you and before you leave, can you call a tow
truck for me?”
“Sure. You sticking around for a
bit?” he asked while placing the call.
“Yeah, til the truck gets
fixed. This place looks like it could
use some TLC, and Sarah is willing to give me room and board in exchange for
some of my brawn.”
Jeff was talking to someone about
getting a tow out to Sarah’s place and asking where he wanted it towed. “To whoever can fix the damn thing” was his
reply. Sarah joined them on the porch to let Wes know dinner was ready. “There’s plenty if you want to stay Jeff,”
she offered. He declined, got in his
patrol car and drove off.
“You’ve got clean up, by the way,”
she told him as she reached over to hand him the basket of biscuits. He caught
a whiff of her scent, all clean and fresh and felt a stirring down below. She wasn’t the only one in need of some
Dinner smells delicious.”
Wes rocked back in his chair and
rubbed his tummy. “You’re a good cook.”
“Thanks.” She started to ear her
ice cream and Wes was mesmerized. Each
lick of the spoon drove him to distraction. She lick the front and back after every
spoonful and each time her tongue cleaned the spoon his mind traveled to other
things she could do with that tongue. The electric current between them was palpable,
and they both felt the charge.
“You keep teasing me that way, and
you’re going to be in trouble.” She looked at him, all innocent, but those blue
eyes told a different story and took another spoonful of ice cream. Except this time, she flicked it at him
across the table, and it landed smack between his eyes. Her laugh sounded like tinkling bells. He rose up from the chair, and she took off
running. “It’s no use; I'm going to
catch you and when I do you’re going to be sorry,” he told her laughingly.
Catching her, he held her close as
she tried to get away. “Be a good girl.”
“Or I’ll have to spank you.” He saw her reaction to those words and felt
his pants tighten.
“Do you promise?”
“In that case,” she hauled off and
kicked him in the shins.
“That does it; you are a naughty
girl.” He picked her up and hauled her
over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Carrying her down the hall, he kept opening doors until he found a room with
a bed. He plopped down and brought her
across his lap undoing the button on her jeans and pushing them down as he did
so. She rose to assist him, and as she
did he noticed she was already ready for him. His big hands explored the
beautiful white of her bottom, rubbing, teasing, massaging before bringing down
the first sharp slap on one cheek and then another. Sarah uttered a low guttural growl as his
fingers brushed other tender places before his large palm descended on her
bottom in a flurry of spanks giving those cheeks a warm rosy glow. With each break in the
steady stream of slaps, she would raise up her bottom begging for more. He would rub and tease until she literally
begged for more. His final onslaught was fast and furious; each spank harder
than the one before. He rolled her off his lap and onto the bed. They were a tangle of mouths and hands, a
frenzied exploration of each other.
Clothes that became an obstruction to skin on skin contact, were
unceremoniously discarded. She took hold
of him and guided him into her channel, unsheathed, but she didn’t care. He rolled over bringing her with him so that
she was now on top. He kissed, nipped,
and spanked her ass as she rode them both into oblivion.
She rolled off him, and they lay
there, the bed a tangled mass of perspiration soaked bed linen and sated bodies. She reached over to grab his hand; he twined
his fingers into hers. There was no need for words.
In lieu of a story today, I'm featuring a visit from Cassie Duff aka PK Corey. Cassie's Conflicts, the fifth book, was scheduled for release today so I invited PK to share the cover and an excerpt. Now because man plans and God laughs, Blushing Books has serious problems with their website and it's been down for days. It was still down as of midnight when I last checked. The crash has taken down the entire site so Cassie's Conflicts release is delayed. We're going to have to hang on a little longer to learn more.
Thanks for having me Sunny!
I’m excited about book five, Cassie’s
Conflicts coming out. I hope everyone is still enjoying Cassie’s
adventures. She certainly has her share of conflict in this latest book, but in
this excerpt it’s Allie who manages to get everyone stirred up.
“Cassie, I really hate to bother you so
late, but is Allie over there with you? I’ve called her cell forever and she’s
not answering. Do you know where she is?”
I sat down with a smile, grateful to
release my worries. I laughed at the boy. “Ryan, I swear you are as bad as Tom.
She’s safe and sound in her bed. I saw her come home around nineo’clock and she told me she was going to
bed early. She probably has her phone off. Just because you’re out of town
you’re turning into a regular worrywart. Allie’s fine.”
“Cassie,” Ryan’s voice sounded agitated.
“I’m not at school. I decided to drive back tonight. I’m standing in Allie’s
bedroom. Her car’s here, her bag’s here, but she’s not.”
A shot of adrenalin hit me hard. I
nearly dropped the phone as I turned to Tom. “She’s gone! Someone’s taken
Allie! Tom, we have to call the police.”
Tom took the phone from me and listened
for a minute. “Come over here, son. We’ll figure out what’s going on.”
“Why aren’t you calling the police?
Someone’s taken her, we have to do something.” Tom wasn’t nearly as agitated as
I needed him to be.
“Hang on, girl. Let’s talk to Ryan.” We
headed to the screen porch and let the boy in.
Ryan’s face was tense. “She doesn’t have
her phone either.” He said holding it up. “Why would she leave her bag and her
I was beside myself. “Tom, we have to
call the police! Something’s happened to her. She wouldn’t go off without her
money or her phone and she told me she was staying home.” Tom was making no
move to the phone and I was getting angry with him. “What’s wrong with you, why
aren’t you doing anything?” Ryan looked like he agreed with me completely.
“Cassie, calm down. I’m wondering where
Allie is, but I don’t think anything’s happened to her.”
“How can you be so calm?” I demanded.
“Let’s just say I’ve had experience with
a beautiful woman that I love not being where she said she was going to be and
intentionally misleading me.” Tom spoke calmly. “We’re talking about an
eighteen year old girl whose parents are out of town and whose boyfriend is
away for the weekend, going out somewhere. I just don’t believe someone came
into her home in this neighborhood and grabbed her.”
“You think she’s out with another guy?”
Ryan looked like someone had just punched him.
Tom smiled at him. “No, Ryan, that’s not
what I’m thinking, but I bet she’s gone out with some girlfriends. Can you
think of anything they want to do or somewhere Allie has mentioned going with
“I can’t think of anything. I’ve called
her friends – the ones whose numbers I have anyway, but no one’s answering
tonight.” Ryan was starting to sound really annoyed.
I was still just worried. “Tom, you
don’t know that she’s off with friends. What if something has happened? We
can’t just sit here. I’m going out looking for her if you two won’t.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Tom said
sternly. But he softened when he realized justhow
upset I was. “Let me call over to the police station and see if Brandon’s
working tonight.” Brandon Weeks is a wonderful deputy who is a fixture in our
neighborhood. Finally luck was with us and Brandon was soon on the phone with
Tom. Tom told him what was happening with Allie, including his feelings that
she was probably with friends. Tom listened for a long time, his face growing
more and more serious.
“I see,” he finally said. “When did all
this happen?” He listened a bit longer then said, “But you didn’t see Allie?
Okay, I see. You’ll call us if you see her won’t you?” Tom hung up and turned
to us. “It seems there was a big rave at one of the old warehouses in town.
Brandon says kids just broke in and took over. The police were called and
gathered up some of the partygoers, but most of them scattered to the wind. He
didn’t see Allie, but he said that there were probably sixty to seventy kids
Oh boy, Ryan looked as angry as I’ve
ever seen him. “Allie has
about those stupid raves they have around here. She said she just wanted to go
and see what they were like. But I told her there was no way we were going to
one of those things.”
I gulped. I remembered all the times Tom
had told me we weren’t going somewhere and the first thing that popped into my
mind was ‘fine we
I will’. I suddenly
felt terribly guilty about some of the stories Sue and I had shared with Allie
over the summer.
I didn’t know what to do. It was after
two am and we still knew nothing.
Suddenly Ryan’s head snapped up. “Was
that a car door?” It was a windy night and I’d heard nothing.
Ryan was heading to the front door when
we all heard what happened next – a car engine revved and then a crash so loud
it seem a car must have exploded. Ryan had torn through the front door and
sailed off the porch when I heard the scream.
Allie’s scream. I don't know about you, but I want more and can't wait for the release. Also, over at my other blog today, writer Angela Sargenti has stopped by to promote her latest book, The Cowboy and The Mail Order Bride. If you get a chance, stop by. Thanks and see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.