27 July 2016

Wip It Up Wednesday - Sapphire's Surrender

It's been a little while since I was able to participate in this fantastic blog hop, but I finally remembered in time for once! So here's a little snippet of my current work in progress: Sapphire's Surrender, my contribution to the Red Petticoat Saloon series. Hope you enjoy it - and remember, I love seeing your comments!

~ Tabby x

"Don't talk much, do you?" she said at length, interrupting his thoughts.
"Nope." He let go of her, opened the door to the sheriff's office and held it open for her without thinking. "After you."
Her eyes were wide but she moved quickly inside and stood waiting, obviously unsure of herself.
Crawford noticed she never even looked around. "Been here before?"
"No, sir. Never."
"Well, we need to get a file started on you." He moved to the desk and sat down behind it, gesturing to the chair on the other side. "Sit."
She sat, still staring at nothing but him as he fished a form from the desk drawer and picked up a pen.
He frowned at her. "Your real name."
She frowned right back at him. "I don't see how that's important."
"This will be a lot easier if you cooperate, miss," he said, coolly. "I won't ask a third time. Name?"
There was a pause, during which he watched a series of emotions flit across her pale, pretty face. Her eyes were big and dark, with long sooty lashes; her nose was dainty and straight, and her mouth was—
"Ada," she said quietly.
"Ada what?"
She paused again. "I'm not sure."
Crawford was unable to prevent his eyebrows from shooting up at her admission. "How can you not know how old you are?"
She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders. "I think I'm twenty-two."
"You sure about that? You don't look a day over eighteen."
There was a flash of something—anger, perhaps—in her eyes. "I'm twenty-two," she said again, more firmly this time.
"How long you been in Culpepper?"
"Longer than you." Leaning back in the chair, she folded her slender arms.
Suppressing a smile, Crawford gave her his most piercing glare before tapping the tin star affixed to his chest. "That's as may be, darlin', but I'm the deputy around here, not you. Now answer my question. How long have you been in Culpepper?"
She sighed. "I don't know. A couple of months, maybe?"
"Good enough." The nib made a scratching sound on the paper; otherwise there was complete silence. Crawford hadn't been lying when he'd told Gabriel it was quiet in the jailhouse. Not a single cell was occupied; a rare occurrence in the rapidly growing little mining town.
"And before that?"
"What?" She looked genuinely startled at his question.
"Where were you before you came to Culpepper?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Eying the empty coffee mug on his desk, Crawford found himself wishing he had some whiskey. "You always this… difficult?"
Sapphire glared at him. "Are you always this unfriendly?" she shot back.
He didn't miss a beat. "Only when I have to deal with people like you, wasting my time."
As the young woman turned her head to look around properly for the first time, her black hair gleamed in the lamplight, shimmering almost blue. Sapphire, he thought, irrationally.
"Wasting your time?" She gave a little snort. "There's no-one here. What else do you have to do?"
Not in any kind of mood to justify himself, Crawford took a deep breath, trying to contain his rising frustration. The girl was as infuriating as she was beautiful. He couldn't wait to be rid of her. "Where were you before you came to Culpepper?" he said again, enunciating each word.
There was a pause while she obviously considered what to say. "San Francisco."
"And what was your occupation while there?"
Quick as a flash, the feigned indifference was gone and she leapt to her feet, her eyes glittering. "I didn't take his stupid watch, all right? I'm not a thief! Now either lock me up or let me go, I'm done answering your dumb questions. I mean it! I won't say a single more word!"
With deliberate languor, Crawford rose from his chair and moved around the broad desk until he was looming over her. Her hot skin smelled of soap and he swallowed, hard.
"Sit back down," he said in his most dominant tone of voice.
"Make me." Even though she was fairly tall, she still had to crane her neck to look up at him, which she did, her lower lip jutting out petulantly.
Crawford had a sudden urge to bite it.
"You really don't want me to do that," he said slowly.
"Oh, really? You gonna hurt me? You promised Mr. Gabe and Madame Jewel that I would be safe." She was taunting him now; making the demons he kept so carefully buried deep down in his soul threaten to rise.
Again he swallowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "I don't know how it is over at that bawdy house," he said carefully, "but this here's my jurisdiction. In this building, I'm judge, jury and executioner. I'm the boss. You don't get to give me orders. I give the orders."
He watched her carefully, surprised to see that, instead of fear, there was something else in her eyes. Her bosom was rising and falling rapidly, the pale pink crescents of her nipples just visible beneath the black satin of her corset; threatening to pop right out. With a jolt, he realized what the emotion was.
No, it couldn't be. This girl made a living out of seducing men; he mustn't be fooled. "You sit right back down, missy, or so help me I'll put you over my knee and spank you until you agree to answer my questions—though it probably won't be sitting down once I'm through with you."
There was a long, long pause, during which Crawford became suddenly and painfully aware of how hard he was.
Then she bolted.
Quicker than lightning, she had flown through the office and to the door. Finding it locked, she looked around wildly, then made for the stove oven.
Crawford folded his arms across his chest, watching her shrewdly. True, the oven was cold, the ventilating pipe connecting the stove to the wall was only loosely connected, and the flue behind it did lead straight outside, but it was narrow; far too narrow for her to squeeze through, and surely a girl as clean and sweet-smelling as her wouldn't want to risk getting dirty by trying to escape that way.
"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered as she proceeded to do just that, wrenching the pipe out of the wall and diving headfirst into the dark, sooty hole. 

8 July 2016

A Cuppa with Dinah McLeod

It has been far too long since I was able to interview a fellow author on this little blog of mine, but I was delighted to get a chance to sit down with my long term friend and wonderful spanking writer Dinah McLeod recently to discuss her latest release: "Mastered By The Millionaire".

I’m not going to waste any more time introducing her, I’ll get started on the questions right away...

What’s your preference in fiction… domestic discipline or erotic spanking? Why?

I like a good mixture of both! I love the idea of a man being the head of the household, the idea of being accountable to someone and the notion that once punished, all is forgiven.

However, that said, there is NOTHING better than a good erotic spanking! 

Do you see a difference between spanking fiction and BDSM? What is it?

Yes, I believe the difference is that in BDSM there is a lot more of power exchange elements between the characters.

Did you read spanking fiction before you started writing it?

Absolutely! My first stories were the Choices series by author Patty Devlin. After her books, I gobbled up as many as I could find by many different authors!

Tell us about your current release; Mastered by the Millionaire...

This is the story of Geoffrey and Nicole. When they fall in love through a whirlwind courtship, Nicole never expects anything but a fairytale life with her Prince Charming. However, a particularly long engagement shows her that she doesn’t know Geoff quite as well as thought. Deciding to call things off prompts Geoffrey to open up to Nicole and show her his dominant side, which is exactly the thing that has been missing in their relationship.

(Tabby's note: Check out the cover, isn't it gorgeous?)

Who was the first person you told that you were writing spanking fiction? What was his/her reaction?

My sister. She was not surprised as she knew I’ve wanted to be a writer practically since birth and that I love spanking! Seemed the natural route to go!

Are you currently or have you ever been in a spanking relationship? Do you use real life experiences in your books?

I absolutely do!

Spanking is a hot topic that pushes people’s buttons. They either like it or they don’t. What do you think makes it hot, both positive and negative?

Again, it all goes back to the power exchange element. It’s hot to have a man tell you where he wants you and take control. I get hot just talking about it! Whew! I think in this day of feminism we’re told we have to like being in control ourselves in every aspect of our lives. But I don’t think that describes every woman, either.
How do you think the Internet and the surge of spanking-related erotica is helping men and women who pre-Internet were confused or ashamed by their unusual desires?

It shows you that you’re not alone. That your desires are not unnatural or strange. 

*Tabitha leans in close to whisper in Dinah’s ear.* Just between us, can you tell me what you are working on right now?

Well, since it’s YOU, of course I’m happy to share! I’m working on the third book in my Western series, Swift Justice. Finally, I’m telling Libby’s story and I have to say, I’m having the time of my life with it!

Dinah, that sounds amazing. Thank you so much for giving such great interview! 

Mastered By The Millionaire is available for purchase on Amazon. If you still need a little convincing, Dinah was kind enough to provide us with an excerpt of this hot story. No-one combines realism, humour and sexy as well as this author.

Big hugs,

~ Tabby x


“Rule one: the undersigned, hereby referred to as ‘the submissive’, will always refer to the dominant as ‘Sir, Master, or Master Geoffrey.’”
Wait, what? I craned my neck back to peer at him, trying to see if his lips had bloomed fully into a smile. To my shock and disbelief, the beginnings of the smile I’d seen had vanished completely and he was looking back at me as calm and collected as he could be.
“Do you understand what I just read, Nicole?”
I understood the words, I even understood the meaning behind them, what I didn’t understand was why he wanted me to agree to them. “I…I think so.”
“You think so?” he prompted, a note of impatience creeping into his voice.
“I, um…I just…”
“Do you agree, or not?”
“Is this, like, a Fifty Shades thing?”
Geoffrey’s brow wrinkled. “I’m sorry, a what?”
“You know. Fifty Shades.”
He shook his head, looking as mystified as if I’d started speaking Greek.
Fifty Shades of Gray. That BDSM-fetish book?”
Surprise warred with the confusion on his face. “Are you telling me that you read such a book, young lady?”
Why did that sexy, no-nonsense tone send a thrill right to the throbbing sex between my legs? And why, for that matter, did being called ‘young lady’ feel so naughty and delicious all at once? Who was this man, and what the hell was he doing to me?
“I didn’t read the book, but I heard about it. Hell, everyone with an iPhone or a laptop has heard of it.”
Geoffrey scowled at me. “Rule number two: the submissive is to display appropriate behavior at all times, which is includes no swearing.”
This time, I couldn’t help it. The giggles escaped my parted lips. Since when was hell a swear word? Since when did he care?
His brow knitted together even more severely. “Rule number three: the submissive is expected to show the Dominant respect at all times.”
That one was more sobering. What was he saying? Did he think I wasn’t respectful? It shouldn’t have bothered me what he thought, and yet, it very much did. It hadn’t even been two hours since I’d told him we weren’t going to be a couple anymore, and I now found myself on the receiving end of more attention than I typically got in a week. My mind might know that breaking up was the right thing to do, but that message hadn’t made it to my heart yet.
“Number four: the submissive shall always defer to the Dominant in matters concerning her health and well-being.” He paused, perhaps waiting to see if I had anything to say, but my lips were pressed tightly against each other. “Five: The submissive will always answer questions truthfully. Failure to follow any of these rules as set out by the Dominant and agreed upon by the submissive will result in immediate punishment.”
“P-punishment?” I echoed before I could stop myself.
Geoffrey nodded briskly. “Punishment can include, but is not limited to, spanking, whipping, flogging, caning, birching, physical restraint, forced orgasms, anal punishment, corner time and mouth-soaping as the Dominant feels it’s appropriate.”
My mind whirled, and suddenly I felt waves of heat washing over my entire body. His eyes felt hot on my skin, so I turned my face away, lying my cheek once more on the cool sheet. Caning? Corner time? Forced orgasms? And what the hell was mouth-soaping? Not what it sounded like, surely. No one would ever agree to that.

3 July 2016

Last Chance to obey your hero!

I can't believe how the time has flown; but yes, if you still want to score 22 steamy military stories by some of today's best erotic and spanking authors for just 99 little cents, you need to act NOW!

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And did I mention all proceeds are going to military charities? Neither the authors, nor the publishers are earning from this.. all we ask in return is that you enjoy the books and perhaps leave a review. 

Here, to get you started, is an excerpt from my own contribution: 

Understanding The Enemy

As the woman was carried out into the bright fluorescent lights of the corridor, Blaze caught his breath. She was so young, so fragile. More a girl, really. She put up no resistance as Andy and Tim dragged her to the room four doors down; the interrogation room. The sight of her bare toes brushing the ground as the two men hauled her along between them was oddly touching, and her long dark hair was still dripping wet.

She must be incredibly cold

Blaze took a deep breath and followed the trio, directing his men to lift her up onto the table and strap her in place. Even as they fastened the thick bindings around her slender wrists, waist and ankles, rendering her immobile in her blindfolded state, the girl didn't flinch. Once Andy and Tim were done, he gave them a curt nod. "Leave us," he ordered.

"But sir, protocol states—"


He could be intimidating, that much he knew. It wasn't just his size, it was his… what had they said? His demeanor. It was why he had been chosen for the job, after all.

Blaze bit back an ironic smile. 

Lucky me.

Once he was alone with her, he walked closer to the table, watching her intently. She really does have a gorgeous body, he was appalled to find himself thinking. He leaned down, close to her face. "What's your name, little one?" 

She remained silent; her heaving breasts—which were high and round—the only sign that she was in any kind of distress.

"I'll tell you now," Blaze went on, as gently as he could, "things will go a lot better for you if you cooperate. And I don't like having to repeat myself. So I will ask one more time. What's your name?"
Her breathing was shallower now; the rise and fall had increased in pace. He could see the pulse beating frantically at her throat.

Blaze waited a few more moments, then he reached out and stroked her cheek. Leaning in so close his lips brushed her ear, he said, "Do you want to get out of here alive?"

Still no reaction.

"Believe me, in this place, I'm the only friend you've got."

"You're no friend of mine!" she spat suddenly, startling him. "You're nothing but Saxian militia scum! Doing their bidding, following their orders, trampling all over your own kind! I despise you!"

Aware of the two-way mirror taking up an entire wall of the room, Blaze bit back his first instinct, which was to chuckle. Instead, he reached out and pinched her inner thigh, hard.

The girl gasped. 

"You talk a mighty good fight for someone who's captured, strapped naked to my table, and in my territory, little one," he said, calmly. "I'd like to remind you that we're being watched and that around here, I'm the boss."


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~ Tabby x