Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Back home for the Rest of the Holidays

Hello everyone and thank you for the lovely Holiday wishes we received on our scheduled posts. Its always funny to see a post on my blog when I don't remember having scheduled it.  :)
I hope everyone had a great Christmas!

I sure did. :) We traveled to Germany in the middle of December, DH came a week later, and celebrated with my family at my mothers house. It was so packed. Ten people, but fun. So fun to be there, and of course, being the ones that travel there, we are usually the big deal, the reason people come. Always nice to be so appreciated.

We arrived back home last night, the neighbor picked us up at the airport, and I have been steadily unpacking our six pieces of luggage. Down to one now. Although I think I'm going to lie down first.

While gone, I was supposed to get my period on the day I left, and didn't get it. Until a week later. :( Oh well. Here's to more trying in the New Year!

I hope you all have a safe and happy New Year! (We will probably be sleeping through it, lol)

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Great Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza!

My Family's Favorite Chocolate Chip Cookies!

1/2 cup (100 grams) granulated sugar
1/2 cup (120 grams) firmly packed light brown sugar
8 tablespoons (1 stick) (115 grams) unsalted butter, cold, cut into 1/2-inch (1cm) pieces
1 large egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 1/4 cups (175 grams) all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt or 1/2 teaspoon flaky sea salt (Deb option)
1 1/2 cups (200 grams) semisweet chocolate chips
1 cup (130 grams) walnuts or pecans, toasted and chopped

Start by toasting/roasting the chopped walnuts in a pan. Let them cool (otherwise everything is super melty, still yum, but not as good).

Preheat to 350F (170C?). Line baking sheets with parchment paper.
Beat the sugars and butters together until smooth. Mix in the egg, vanilla, and baking soda.
Stir together the flour and salt, then mix them into the batter. Mix in the chocolate chips and nuts.
Scoop the cookie dough into 2-tablespoon (5cm) balls and place 8 balls, spaced 4 inches (10cm) apart, on each of the baking sheets.
Bake for 16 minutes, or until pale golden brown. Remove from the oven and cool on a wire rack.
Store at room temperature in an airtight container for up to 3 days.

I found this recipe at:  

Just as a disclaimer, this is not my recipe, I just love it and I am sharing the cookie joy!
And speaking of sharing the cookie joy, here is the list of everybody participating in
The Great Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza:

Bleu (private blog, also posted here)
little monkey (private blog, also posted here)

Monday, December 7, 2015

Time for a Joke - Typical Nasty Weather

Hi, DH here!  Happy Monday!  Julia and I had a nice weekend.  Her app says she ovulated, but that didn't stop us from having sex this morning.  I went to bed horny, and my cock was raring to go at 6:30 am.  And go we did ;).
But the weather today... reminds me of my favorite joke.  In fact, I'm standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus writing this post on my phone, so it works even better.  Ready?  OK!
This guy commutes to the park-and-ride with his neighbor, and notices he seems to hook up with a gal every single evening when they get back.  After weeks of seeing this, he finally asks him what his secret is.
"It's easy," the neighbor says.  "Just sidle up alongside and say, 'Tickle your ass with a feather?'  If she's like, 'What?!','  just say, 'Typical nasty weather.'"
The guy is really nervous (and not too bright), but the next day he decides to give it a try.  He stands at the bus stop in the rain for 20 minutes working up his courage, and then finally turns to the woman standing behind him.
"Shove a feather up your ass?"
"What?!" she replies.
"Oh well, it's a shitty day anyway."
Here's hoping your day (and your week) is NOT shitty in any way.  Even if you are suffering some typical nasty weather. :-D

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Playing with Sex Toys

Maybe you have noticed the recent change on my blog: I signed up as an affiliate for this sex toy webstore. If you get a chance, check it out!

So in the spirit of sex toys, I figured I would write up a little something on what we have....

We have several dildos. :D A simple one that doesn't even vibrate anymore just like this one. And a much fancier one. Its weird. Usually, I tend to go with less is more, but not in this case. I much prefer our fancier dildo.

Anal Toys
It took us a few years to figure out we both like anal play. And then it took us another few years together to actually admit it to one another, therefore you can imagine just how long it took for us to get an anal toy. But we finally did. An anal plug, just like this one.

At the moment, we are not using any lube, since it interferes with the whole baby-making, but generally we do use it. We have gone through lots of different types and I really prefer the type that gets warm and tingly, like this one. What about you?

We have lots of paddles! Ranging from floppy to rigid ones, wooden ones, a belt only meant for spanking, and even some wooden spoons. When we first started ttwd, and spanking was a constant on my mind, I would bring home all kinds of implements, check out my implement reviews. My personal favorite paddle is this one though. We received as a gift from a reader! This is her store.

Sex Swing
We do not have one, although have heard in lengths from a friend who just wouldn't shut up about it. Seriously, he never stops, lol.
I think it looks like fun, but at this point in our lives, I can't imagine having it anywhere in the house and having the kids even just see the anchors.  :D

Nevertheless, it looks like a lot of fun. Any experience you would like to share?

Here is the link again, go check it out, although, I can tell you, its not office safe/  :D

Monday, November 30, 2015

Taking the Bull by the Horns

Hi, DH here!  We had an AWESOME Thanksgiving weekend at our house, and I hope everyone who celebrates did too (or that you had an awesome weekend, even without).  It’s once again Monday, and I’m riding the bus into work.

Julia and I had one little glitch on Saturday.  A disagreement, actually.  It almost developed into Something Worse, but I think we were able to correct the direction we were headed before it was too late.  Saturday night, we slept together, but not together, if you know what I mean.  Our argument lay between us like our dog, big floppy limbs everywhere and no way to get comfortable.  I finally gave up and got up at 3:00 am.  

“Yeah, just get up then,” she yelled at me, half asleep.  I didn’t say anything - just got dressed and left our room.  Later she said, “You could have just taken the bull by the horns.”

I thought about that all day.  I realized she was talking about my lack of confidence to correct her in the moment, or at least take the dominant stand.  I’m OK with the abstract idea, but when my feet are put to the fire, I’m the first to assume that the dominant man in me isn’t wanted or appreciated right then, even though having that response would guarantee me everything I want: endless sex, hard, loving discipline of her beautiful bottom, and a very happy, submissive wife.

What the Hell?  How did we get so far and I still blink in the moment?  She wants me to be the top in our relationship.  She’s made a point of submitting to me, even when she doesn’t want to, or thinks I’m inconsistent.   And still I falter.

Yesterday the kids went off for a play date, and we were alone in the house.  “Sex?” she asked.  

“Yes, but first I want you to stand in the corner, with your panties pulled down,” I said.  

“Which corner?” she asked.  OK, I wasn’t specific enough.  My temper rose mildly, but I thought this would be a really bad time to overcorrect - I had been the one to dodge this moment in the heat of battle.

“Please face the closet door,” I instructed.  I left our room on the pretext of getting something, but I just wanted to walk out and let her stand there for a minute.  My cock had already sprung to half-mast in anticipation of what was to come.  I was thinking about the sex we would have after the spanking, but I reminded myself that this was about discipline, and restoring the exchange of power that I had let lapse.  The spanking was the important event; sex could wait.  I came back to find her standing quietly in our room, her bottom bared, staring at our closet door.

“Do you think you can bend over the bed?” I asked, mindful of her back.  She thought for a minute.

“I can lie over your lap,” she offered.  I positioned myself in the middle of the bed and she draped her hips over me, putting her ass under my left hand.  I caressed her cheeks and then lifted my hand and brought it down hard, slapping both of her cheeks in quick succession.  I spanked right and then left, watching her bottom dance as my hand struck.   She kept her legs straight as her butt starting turning pink.

I stopped and let my hand run up her back and then down her thighs, which were still pressed closely together.  “You were right,” I said.  “I didn’t take the bull by the horns last night, and I should have.”  I caressed her a minute longer, and then brought my hand back up, a little higher than normal.  I brought it down hard with a resounding slap.

“Oh!” she said.  I started spanking her hard, letting the swats fall with abandon.  I let myself express my correction of her behavior by making contact with her ass.  It’s hard to explain how, but every swat seemed “right” after that, as I made each one leave a mark on her skin.  They fell high on her buttocks, and then low at the tops of her thighs.  Her legs started to move as I did not relent, circling strikes around her sit spot until I let one fall on diamond-shaped opening at the top of her thighs.

Thwack!  Thwock!   THWOCK!  

“AHH!  OHH!”  Her legs kicked off the bed my hand kept falling hard on the same spot, where her sex hid at her core.  I swung harder and made contact with her pussy.


“Spread your legs,” I commanded.  Her legs jumped apart, and I put my thumb at the wet entrance of her pussy and pushed inside.  She groaned as the tip of my thumb slid between her lips.  I resumed spanking her with my thumb inside her, landing the swats so that my fingers landed hard on her bottom hole.

Slap!  Whack!  Slap!  Every time I made contact she jumped forward, only to push back against my thumb, which was now firmly embedded deep in her pussy.

We finished with me behind her, coming into her pussy in an unrelenting torrent (it felt like).  As it turned out, this bull was horny, and capable of being dominant after all.  ;)  My bus is almost to Seattle, so I’m signing off for now - I hope everyone has a great Monday and a good week.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Shed Sex Baby-making Edition

Hi, DH here! Last night, Julia and I snuck out to the woodshed for a rendezvous before dinner.  Her app says she’s ovulating and on top of that we were BOTH horny and ready to go.  So, before dinner we went out back and entered the shed.  

“Should we turn on the light?” Julia asked.  It was pitch black out there, and cold as well.

“Nah, let’s do it in the dark,” I said.  She didn’t respond.  I reached for her and realized she’d already dropped to her knees.  She pulled down my sweats and nuzzled me, and then took me into her mouth.  My erection hadn’t become… erect yet, so she sucked my whole cock into her mouth, letting my balls rest on her chin.  

“Uhhh,” I said.  “You are such a good girl.”  She sucked harder in acknowledgment, and then pulled back until I fell out of her mouth.  She took it back in and then started sliding her mouth back and forth over my stiffening length, still able to fit all of it each time.  I put my hand on her head and pulled her close.

“Ack urgh,” she said as my cock filled her throat.  She gagged and I pulled out.  I grabbed her hair hard as my need took over and pulled her head forward as my hips drove my cock into her mouth and out again as I fucked her mouth.  The sounds of her slurping my cock filled our woodshed.

“You’re making me want to come in your mouth,” I groaned.  That wasn’t the point though: We were out here to make a baby.  I suddenly wished she was licking my balls and then she was, driving me absolutely crazy by running her tongue across my ball sack and then up and down my throbbing dick.  She sucked me deep inside her mouth again, and then let my cock out of her mouth with a pop.

“Uhh,” I said.  “You like sucking Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said.

“Do you think you can bend over using my chair?”  I have a foam camping mat out there, which we’ve done doggy-style on before as a Plan B.  

“Yeah my back feels really good today,” she said.  She turned around and I heard her bend over.  Magically, her pants were gone and my hands made contact with her skin as I reached for her hips and moved close behind her.  I put my thumb in my mouth, and then found her entrance with it and slowly worked it into her pussy.  “Mmmm ohhh,” she said as finally had it all the way inside her tight pussy.  I kept at it, sliding my thumb in and out of her as she got wetter and wetter.  I used the natural lube to coat the outside of her lips until I was satisfied that my cock would have enough, and then I stood, lined up with her wet hole and pushed the head of my hardon into her.  Her pussy was hot and tight and we moaned together as I finally breached her labia.

It was dark.  I couldn’t see anything as I pushed forward, finally reaching the end of her vagina with the head of my cock.  I strained further still, wanting to fill every part of her, until our bones were mashed together, and then pulled out.  My eyes must of crossed, and my shirt was really bugging me.  Even though it was cold, I ripped it off so we could proceed undistracted, and then carefully  re-entered her, establishing a rhythm until we both exploded as I shot stream after stream of hot semen into her.

“Don’t pull out,” she yelled, “Your cock feels so good in my pussy!”  We stayed as we were, her pussy clenching my cock and milking the very last of my (hopefully virile) seminal fluid, until she finally stood again.  We dressed quickly, and then made out way back out into dark evening.

Happy Thanksgiving Eve to those who are celebrating, and we wish everyone a good weekend and a good start to the Holidays.  :)

Monday, November 23, 2015

Bottoming From the Top

Hi, DH here!  I can’t believe it’s almost Thanksgiving here in the U.S.  We’re going over to my Sister’s house as part of our long-standing tradition to not eat a turkey (she calls it her non-traditional-Thanksgiving-extravaganza).  It should be really fun and she is an awesome cook, so we’re really looking forward to it.

I’ve been hearing this phrase out there on the internets, “topping from the bottom.”  In my rough understanding (forgive me if I miss any subtleties) I think this basically means that the person who is submissive in the relationship is taking the upper hand in a given moment.  Sitting in the driver’s seat, if you will.  Wearing the pants, if that metaphor applies.  Being the DOM.  Julia and I have moments like that, where she asserts herself in a less than submissive manner.  When I was suffering from depression, this was how our relationship worked.  She handled all the big decisions, and gave me instructions to follow.  When we started TTWD, I had to learn how to bring out my dominant side and “man up” in our relationship.  We used tools like spanking (and tools FOR spanking), and I gradually became the man of my own house.  Not just for her either - our kids (and our neighbors’ kids) respect me because I demand it.  If I had regrets, one would be that I wasn’t more dominant for my older children.

Even now I still have less-than-dominant tendencies.  Julia and I have a rule: She’s not allowed to smack my bottom.  Not a “real” spanking, just in passing, like I’m walking by in the kitchen and she sees my ass and gives it a little smack.  I think that undermines my position of authority as the person who doles out the spankings, not receives them, so that’s a no-no.  It’s not worthy of disciplining her (in my mind), but I will remind her not to when it happens.  At least most of the time.  Sometimes I don’t because I think it’s funny.  And darn it all if I don’t stick it out there once in a while for her to do it.  Because funny!  She thinks it’s funny too, and it would just be a normal part of our relationship EXCEPT I am supposed to be the “top” in our relationship, and she is the sub.  

Last night I had to work late, and I wanted to give a spanking before she went to sleep.  She complained that her back hurt, and I knew it was true.  She took a bad step in our front yard as we were hanging our Christmas lights, and although she was feeling better this morning, there was no way I wanted to take her over my lap.  Her back has been a constant source of pain and discomfort for her for years now, and we’ve finally gotten to a place where she’s able to function as a person again, so I don’t take chances with her tender vertebrae.  I also don’t believe (for a second) that a more dominant man would either, if he truly cared for her as I do.  So, we snuggled for a bit and I let her go to sleep, and then worked long into the wee hours of the morning.  We had crazy good sex this morning in our continuing attempts at pregnancy, and I think we’re happy.

She seems happy.  I’m CRAZY happy!  So I think we’re good.  We have a ton of distractions in our lives of course, but through it all we manage to stage power exchanges, some overt, and some not.  One thing we DON’T do is struggle for control.

So, maybe I do “bottom from the top” from time to time.  Maybe she takes a little advantage, and smacks my butt in the kitchen (which usually causes us both to laugh).  It could be true that we do what she wants at 6:00 am on a Sunday when she wants to view the sunrise from the top of the park-and-ride, but I claim it’s only because she’s a genius, and the results always speak for themselves.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Pre-dawn spanking and a BJ surprise

Good morning, DH here!  We had a very early session this morning before I went to work.  This last summer, my car broke down and our neighbor was nice enough to give me a ride to the bus park-and-ride where I caught his bus to work.  I don’t typically ride the bus - the train is way more convenient for me, and doesn’t get stuck in traffic.  Now, HIS car is totaled, so I’m driving him.  The only downside is that we have to leave earlier to catch his bus.

And, you know, ride the bus.  :p

“I want you to climb over my lap,” I said.  My alarm had gone off and it was COLD in our room, but I sat up nevertheless and she obediently positioned herself.  I love watching her crawl over and place her bottom under my hand.  “I’m going to give you a spanking to remind you to be on your best behavior today,” I said.  I pulled down her panties, exposing her beautiful bottom.  My cock started getting hard immediately, seeing her ass in the pre-dawn light in our room.  I raised my hand and let it fall hard.  Smack!  It was hard to concentrate.  I let myself caress her, and then started spanking her in earnest.

Slap!  Slap!  WHACK!  “Oooh,” she said.  “We need to put more pictures on the walls, it really echoes in here,” she complained.

Post-coffee-me would have said, “Huh.  You’re right, it is a skosh on the echoey side.  We SHOULD hang some more decorations in the this living area.”

Pre-coffee-me said, “Uh.”  I aimed low for her sit spot and spanked her several more times, until I could feel the sting in my hand.  

Slap!  WHACK!  WHACK!  She moaned as my hand connected one last time with the opening at the top of her thighs, and then I resumed massaging her cheeks.  I finished by pulling up her panties.  She shifted her hips and pulled herself off my lap, and then her head was near my lap.  I smiled.  She’s at the tail-end (heh) of her period, so we don’t have sex after a spanking like that.  In fact, I don’t usually even spank her when she’s - UHHHHH!  My rock-hard cock disappeared into her mouth and my world turned inside out.  She took the shaft deep and then sucked hard as she let my head rest between her lips.  My hand went to the top of her head as she swallowed it again, taking as much as she could in her throat.  

“Ahh,” I said as my cock popped out of her mouth.  

“Wow, you are really hard,” she said.  She played with it a little while longer, and then it was time to get up and get ready for work.

So, made the bus, where I am typing this right now, and we are almost in Seattle.  I hope everyone has a fantastic Monday, and a great week.  :) And thank you to everyone for participating in LOL Day. I am so fortunate that it falls on my birthday! Thank you for my birthday wishes too.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

It's LOL Day!

Yesterday morning, before writing this post, I was lying in bed wide awake at 5 am in the morning. Its my thing. I wake up at five and I am done sleeping, although that doesn't mean I will get up, not if I can help it. Anyway, yesterday, I remember lying there, and all of the sudden, it really was like shock therapy bringing to mind LOL Day, and I suddenly feared I had missed it!

Just in case you are not yet aware what LOL day stands for, its Love our Lurkers. Its the one time of the year that we bloggers ask those of you who like to keep hidden and read as a guilty pleasure without ever leaving a comment, to maybe consider coming out and leaving a comment!

And a big thank you to Hermione to help keep this tradition alive!

And you know how I knew it was LOL Day must be approaching?

Because its DH's birthday today!!! Just like last year, and the year before, and, man, I had no clue I have been blogging for this long already!
Last year, we spent DH's birthday without power after a big windstorm therefore this year is already starting out better although I did start my period this morning.  :(

I saw this the other day in blogland and have been giggling about it ever since.

 Happy LOL Day!

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

LOL Day - Did I miss it?

Title says all, I think.

I mean I have been a little absent, and I know Bonnie is not as active anymore, but no LOL Day?

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Not Good Enough For Space

Hi, DH here.  You know how every once in a while, you get a wake-up call?  I had one of those yesterday.  An old recruiter friend of mine hit me up on linkedin and asked me to interview at the company he just started working for, whose goal is space tourism.  Basically, my fantasy job.  I’ve been fascinated by all things space since I can remember. The Apollo missions?  I was on the edge of my seat as a 4-year-old.  The demotion of Pluto?  Yeah, I cried.  The missions to Mars?  I can’t look away.  Space… tourism?  Yeah!  The United States once had a mission to boldly go out there, but I think greed and corruption took the wind out of THOSE (space) sails.  Or, I guess it’s possible that the human race has just naturally lost its curiosity about things not of this world, and has decided that good old planet Earth is all we need.

Yeah, I don’t buy that either.

Private industry to the rescue!  The players all tend to be rich dudes*, of course, with an eye to getting richer through making space available to the masses.  Awesome!  My dream was to join one of these organizations as a software tester and chase my dream into the stars.  Talk about employee discount, right?


I had my interview for an un-named position at a location I can’t disclose and… no call back.  I know the interviewer personally so that is a bad sign.  Plus, I really didn’t think I did very well during the interview.  I wasn’t counting on answering coding questions, which I don’t do very well on a piece of paper, but ask they did.  My performance just wasn’t good enough.  Julia can tell you I struggle with interviews.  Now I’m wondering if I’m even good enough for the job I currently hold.  And even if I am, I’m still wondering if/when/why they haven’t/won’t get back to me.
You know?

Oh well.  Here’s my inspiration for wanting to have a space job in the first place.

*I don’t know of any women who are privately funding space exploration/mining/touring companies.  Please correct me if I’m wrong.  ;)

Monday, November 2, 2015

Morning Sex and Zombies

Hi, DH here!  I am once again taking over Julia’s blog, like a carnivorous blob of taking-over…-ness… OK, Halloween is still on my mind ;).  We had a great time at our house!  The kids had a sleepover and went out trick-or-treating block-party style.  I got to stay home and hand out candy; we had a LOT more visitors than last year, which was fun.  Even the weather cooperated, not raining nearly as hard as it could have.

In spite of sleepovers, Halloween candy runs, and other general weekend mayhem, Julia and I also got some time in for trying to conceive.  I really prefer to have sex in the evenings.  I am NOT a morning person.  My brain doesn’t work right until I’m awake, which can take a while in my case.  I can sort of function, but I have a lot of trouble figuring things out (or more trouble than usual), and I can also recognize the fact that I’m incapacitated, which makes me embarrassed and ergo grumpy.

Not pretty.

The remedy is coffee, of course, but lately we’ve been having sex long before the machine ever turns on.  Throw in the switch back to Standard time, and we were “awake” at 4:00 am.  My back and my hip have been really bothering me in bed, so she offered me her side.  We switched, and then at some point (I forget exactly when) she said, “You wanna roll over on top of me?”  Having a heartbeat, I said, “Uhhh…!” which translates from Zombie to, “Why, I’d be obliged ma’am, I am coming right over.”  Minutes later, I found myself on my knees between her legs, thrusting as hard as I could into her wet pussy.  I tried to form complete thoughts in my head, like, “I should wait until she comes first,” or, “Perhaps we should try a different position,” and then I came hard, pumping her full of (hopefully) virile, white sperm.

And so we keep trying.  We talked over the weekend and both agreed that even though we haven’t got a bun in the oven just yet, we are having a great time trying.  She’s been recording each time on her app, and it’s been almost every single day.  Yeah!  And while most of those sessions have been early morning, Julia has been very gracious with having sex with me, even though it’s been like having sex with a zombie.

Friday, October 30, 2015

PIcture Friday ~ Halloween Edition

Its that time of the year again! Halloween. A very American holiday for sure, and one I was very excited about when I first came to America. And I still enjoy it, plus I get to take our kids out this year while DH hands out the candy. So rain or shine or cold, Happy Halloween!

Monday, October 26, 2015

Cold Bottom Spanking

Hi, DH here!  I’ve been off work since last Thursday and we have really had a nice weekend.  We’ve been extremely diligent in the baby making department, if you know what I’m talkin’ about.    We finished out our long weekend today in a very satisfying way, and I’m back to work tomorrow.

Last night was cold.  It’s been finally cooler here in the Pacific Northwest, and two nights ago I almost froze to death with the window open.  Brr!  We are definitely to the time in the year when Julia and I can cuddle all night without her bursting into flames.  I love the fact that our sleeping lives change with the seasons.  If we had AC, we’d never know how it is to be TOO close sometimes, to generate too much heat for two people to handle.

Back to last night.  I came to bed and Julia turned away from me and offered me her backside.  “Wow!  Your butt is cold!” I yelled on contact, surly sounding like a screeching little girl.

“Don’t you mean bottom, Daddy?” she purred.  I could almost hear her batting her eyelashes.  I pulled her hips into mine and we shivered together, until we were finally warm enough to turn on the TV.  We gave up almost immediately (what is it about Sunday night?), and I made up my mind to take her in hand.

“I want to warm up your bottom with a spanking,” I said.

“Ooo, on my bare bottom?” she cooed.

“Yes, on your bare bottom.”  I sat up in bed, and pulled our covers off of her.  My cock had sprung to full size as I had thought about spanking, so I pulled it up as she lay across my lap.  Her cheeks were cold!  I let my left hand rest on her back as I drew my right hand back and let it fall.  Slap!  I drew back again immediately, raising my arm high to spank her harder.  SLAP!  

“Mmm!” Julia said.  I kept the pace steady, and let my hand fall all over her bottom, until her skin was beginning to turn red, and my hand stung with the effort.  I stopped, and caressed her buttocks.

“I think your bottom is warming up nicely,” I said.

“Oooh, ow,” she moaned.  I resumed, but this time I swung even harder, and aimed low for her sit spot.  

SLAP!  SWAT!  SWAT! THWOK!  I spanked her hard over the diamond-shaped opening at her sit spot, and she jumped, her head bobbing forward.

“Oh!  AH!” she cried.  I spanked her repeatedly in the same spot, and then finally relented with one last final SWAT! across the tops of her thighs.  She moaned and jumped as I caressed her skin.

“Yep, your bottom is nice and warm,” I said.  We had sex, which ended in a huge creampie for her.  Lately, we've been trying for two of those a day.

“Thank you for my spanking, Daddy,” she whispered later as she lay on my chest.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Guest Post! Renee Rose introduces The Hand of Vengeance

Hi everybody,

Today, we are lucky enough to have our own Renee Rose posting on our blog. She is introducing her new book, and from what I have read so far, I totally want to read it! I think its the Star Trek loving girl in me.   :)


Hi DH and Julia!

Thank you so much for having me today to talk about my first sci-fi, The Hand of Vengeance.  The book gets its name from the hero, Blade Vengeance.  The rebels use code phrases when using their communications units and his identifier is: The hand of vengeance strikes. Obviously, I love the double entendre of having that in a spanking romance! :)  

In The Hand of Vengeance, Dr. Lara Simmons, a humanitarian doctor from Earth, is working on the war-torn planet Jesel. When rebel forces capture her to perform surgery on their leader, she finds herself under the protection of the dominant and rather terrifying warrior Blade Vengeance. On Blade's planet, gender roles are antiquated and physical discipline is the norm for correcting disobedient women!  


He checked the door handle. Unbelievably, it was unlocked. Slipping inside, he stripped off his clothes. The room was steamy and warm. Lara hummed softly. He slid the shower curtain open.
Lara stood in the spray, her head tilted back, eyes closed. Her peach-tipped breasts were lifted and separated with the graceful arch of her upper-back. His gaze traveled down her flat belly to ogle her trim little mons and, below it, the slender shapely legs. He drank in the sight of her as if it, alone, might nourish him.
Her lids opened then flew wide.
He clapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t scream,” he murmured. It would damage his ego if Alyx thought she didn’t want him in here. Of course, there was a good chance she didn’t.
He eased his hand away. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She blinked, still looking confused.
He stepped all the way in, trusting the cast on his foot was as waterproof as she’d promised. He gave her the full view of his rather eager manhood. “May I help?”
Her blush charmed him and, when she stepped back, as if to make room for him, he claimed the victory.
He picked up her wrists and pinned her back against the shower wall, the spray of water catching him across the shoulders. He twirled his tongue over her nipple, licking it into a stiff point before sucking, hard then lifted his head to look at her face. Her flush wasn’t of the innocent kind this time—she had pure passion written on her face.
He smiled. Bending to her neglected nipple, he nipped it with his teeth. She jerked in surprise. He laved it with his tongue, then flicked it with the tip.
He spun her around. “Hands against the wall; stick your ass out.” His voice sounded rough and growly.
Amazingly, she obeyed. He wondered how he’d missed the exact point at which he’d won her submission. Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe she simply wanted him as much as he wanted her. He tested it. Drawing back his hand, he landed a sharp smack on her left cheek, watching as it flattened and sprang back under his hand.
“Ow!” She sounded indignant and frowned over her shoulder, but he noticed she stayed in position. “What was that for?”
“My pleasure.” He smacked the other cheek.
She gasped.
When he slid his fingers between her legs, he found her folds slick and swollen. “And yours.”
She made an indistinct sound. He thought it might be of confusion. She still hadn’t reconciled her own attraction to domination and pain.
“Spread your legs.”
She widened her stance. He brought his hand up, between her legs, spanking her pussy.
“Oh,” she squealed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m spanking your beautiful little pussy. Do you know why, Doctor?”
She shook her head.
He slapped her again. “Answer me with words.”
“No, sir.” Her voice sounded choked like the words had raced each other out her mouth.
Damn, there was that sir thing again. It seemed less strange to him this time. He hadn’t wanted or deserved her respect before; he’d only required her compliance so he could keep her safe. Now, he reveled in her deference, as if he’d earned it.
He leaned forward and put his lips near her ear. “Because you love it.” He rubbed two fingers over her slick entrance again. “Don’t you?”
She whimpered.
He spanked her little pussy again then slid his fingers into her moist heat and pumped twice. “Don’t you?” He withdrew his fingers completely.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
“However you want to give it to me.”
His knees nearly buckled. Dear UG, he really had won her submission. The growl in his throat was all animal. All his plans for a long, drawn-out seduction fled as his blood traveled south of his brain.

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The Hand of Vengeance

On a humanitarian mission to the war-torn planet Jesel, Dr. Lara Simmons is used to dealing with lack of supplies, power outages and the constant earthquakes that afflict the planet. But when she's captured by the rebels who need her to perform a life-saving surgery, she finds herself in a situation her medical training didn't prepare her for.

When the airship is blown out of the sky, she ends up in the Jeselian wilderness with no one to rely on but Blade Vengeance, an enormous tattooed rebel warrior. Dominant and unyielding, he doesn't hesitate to take her in hand when she disobeys the rules he lays out for her. Yet she soon learns he also knows how to deliver pleasure--with a passion she's never before experienced.

Blade finds the doctor from Earth sexy as hell, especially when she's giving him attitude, but once he delivers her to headquarters, he tries to pull back from her allure. Known for single-handedly starting the revolution and freeing many of his people, his life is one of hardship, slavery and war. Going soft on a woman isn't part of his plan, especially with the final strike of the revolution so close. But when he sends Lara back to Earth to keep her safe during the upcoming battle, he inadvertently delivers her into enemy hands. Can he find and save her from the revolution he caused?

Publishers Note: This story contains spanking and explicit sex scenes, including anal penetration. If such subject matter offends, do not buy this book.

About Renee Rose
Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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