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Don’t Judge – Anna Lund

Have we always been so judgmental? Or is it just social media that has brought it out into the open? I see so many posts of Facebook, Twitter, forums, etc. Even overheard conversations:

“I don’t know how anyone would want to read about BDSM. Or be aroused by spanking. Or think about male/male. Or imagine age play. Etc. Etc. Etc.” Underneath these statements slithers a thread of judgement which really means, “I think there’s something wrong with that. Wrong with a person who thinks that. Feels like that. Fantasizes like that.”

I’m sure that some of the things arousing to me would turn other people off immediately.  And vice versa. To each his own, as the saying goes. I don’t happen to like mushrooms but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with those who do.

And honestly, I don’t know if we really have control over our fantasies. The same things turn me on now that did from when I was old enough to have fantasies. And for a long time I thought I was alone in those fantasies, and I did think there was something wrong with me. I’m so grateful for erotic romance because I discovered that other people had all sorts of arousing fantasies too, and I could read about them and I could write about them. And I knew it was all right.

So I would never judge anyone else for their fantasies.I write spanking romances because I think they’re fun. And they turn me on. I don’t happen to care for age-play, but that’s okay.Lots of people do. I just leave those books to the ones who do.So why does judging have to come into it?

I know I’m probably preaching to the choir here on this blog. Our readers are a pretty open-minded bunch. Do the people shooting off those snarky comments do it on purpose, or do they not even think about it?

Just the rambling thoughts I had on my walk this morning…

Anna

 

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Do You Need a Good Spanking? – Anna Lund

A spanking scene that is? When I first started writing erotic romance, I never really thought of spankings as a thing. I’d written spankings into some of my sex scenes, of course, but never really thought of writing spankings for their own sake until I began to write for Blushing Books (which has a beautiful new website!) I don’t write too many spanking scenes that don’t end up with sex, but I thought I’d share one today that does, and it’s one of my favorites. It’s from Taming Serena, book #2 in my Norian Masters series.

Taming Serena

Excerpt:

Serena’s eyes met Micah’s, her heart pounding. He ran his palm over her bottom and even though she was nervous, she couldn’t help but notice the way his huge hand covered her, heated her.  An evil grin spread across his face and she shivered. How could she be growing damp when he was threatening her?

His other hand was still wrapped around her wrist, the pressure strong but not painful. Micah’s anger reverberated in the air around them. She’d stowed away knowing he was not going to be happy to find her here, but how could she have possibly known that simply being on the ship would be dangerous?

Micah said they could have been killed because of her selfishness. She supposed she did deserve to be punished for that, but to just lay her body over his strong legs? To offer herself to him for punishment without any resistance? That just didn’t seem right.

His gaze burned into her. The thought of struggling against him heated her even further. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want him overpowering her. She didn’t want to be stripped naked. She didn’t want him binding her arms and legs. How could she possibly want that?

But somehow just the thought of all of these things had her woman’s spot quivering and tingling. She tore her eyes away from him and let her gaze bounce around the small cockpit as if there was something there that could save her from her fate.

She was a princess. The future queen of the entire planet of Vanya. She should behave as one, with dignity and pride. But if she didn’t resist, she would be surrendering.

He squeezed her wrist. “Last chance to make this easy, Princess.”

Instinct had her tugging against the hold he had on her. She should have known it would have been no use. Micah gave one strong tug and she found herself draped over his hard, firm thighs. She let out a surprised cry but before she had a chance to react, he pressed one hand onto the small of her back and she was held there as securely as if she was bound with rope. Her hands were free, yes, but what good would it do to wave them around in the air? And she could kick, but her feet wouldn’t reach him so what good would that do? She was well and truly trapped.

Her breath was coming in rapid pants. Her heart thudded. Serena tried to relax, to calm her breathing. She told herself to let Micah do what he would. Better to get it over with since protesting would do no good. But when his other hand began to stroke up her bare legs and the shivers ran along her skin, she couldn’t stop from wriggling in response.

He simply continued on in his usual calm way, pushing the long skirts of her light-weight dress higher with each stroke of his palm. A cool rush of air hit her bare bottom and she knew he’d easily uncovered her completely. It was her own fault. She’d dressed that morning with seduction on her mind, donning a lightweight dress and the barest of panties.

But this scenario had never crossed her mind.

He chuckled. “How kind of you to wear this style of underwear which leaves the spankable parts of your ass bare for me.”

She wriggled again. She couldn’t stop it. Micah gave her one quick slap to get her attention. She was surprised it barely hurt.

“Do you understand why I am going to spank you, Your Highness?”

She looked at him over her shoulder, swallowing before she replied. “You are punishing me.”

He was so big, his arms thick with muscles, his hands huge as they held her down. “And why do I need to punish you?”

The words came out in a rush. “You don’t. Really. Micah, I’ll be good. I promise.”

Another quick slap. A little harder this time, but it only stung a little bit. “Serena, why do I need to punish you?”

She sighed and dropped her head down. Her long hair curtained her face. She really didn’t want to see the disappointment on his face or watch him deliver the spanking. “Because I was selfish and almost got us killed.”

His palm rested hot and heavy on her bottom. “Good. I wanted to make sure you understood before I started.” He stroked her lightly as he spoke, his voice low, slow, smooth. She shivered some more.

“I’m not going to lie. This is going to hurt,” he went on. “I know you’ll struggle. I know you won’t be able to stop from shouting out or crying and that’s all right. I don’t expect anything else. But all the same, I don’t want you to try to hurt me or for you to try to get off my lap until I’m finished with your punishment. Do you understand?”

Her brain had begun to whirl after he told her it was going to hurt. Of course, she knew it would hurt but to have him state it in such a calm, matter-of-fact way sent the blood pulsing through her ears. The whoosh blocked out the rest of his words.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

Micah sighed. He sounded sad. “I know. It will be over soon. Just remember you brought this on yourself. The next time you want to act before you think of the consequences, I hope you will remember how you feel now.”

Serena nodded. The blood was starting to run to her head as it hung down and she was getting a headache. Or it might have been the fear making her head pound. “Just get it over with.” She placed her hands on the floor and braced herself.

The next slap felt nothing like the previous ones. The biting pain as his huge hand met her bare bottom made her squeal. The sharp sound of the slap was just as surprising. Her skin burned. Micah brushed his hand lightly over her bottom before giving her another smack. She squealed again and kicked out her legs.

Soon Serena was sobbing as he continued to hold her down with one hand and spank her with the other. She cried out his name. She begged him to stop. She promised him anything if only he would stop.

But Micah made no acknowledgement that he heard her or that he even cared.

Her bottom throbbed and burned but he kept on spanking her. She wriggled on his lap, unable to stop from instinctively trying to get away from him. Her hands hurt from pounding her fists on the floor. She kicked her feet wildly in the air. Her screams had died down to ragged sobs. He kept spanking her with hard, rhythmic strikes.

It felt like hours before he finally stopped but she knew it had been only minutes. Still she hurt and she couldn’t stop crying. Micah began to softly stroke her burning cheeks with the hand that had been striking her only moments before. As her sobs quieted, she could hear him murmuring something. She couldn’t understand the words. They must have been in the language of his childhood, but they had a soothing sound.

Then his hands slid up to grasp her shoulders. “You can get up now, Your Highness.”

She sniffed and let him pull her up. Before she knew it she was curled up in his lap. “It hurts,” she whimpered. Her bottom burned but she snuggled close, soaking in the comfort that overrode the hurt.

“I know.” Micah put his arms around her and she rested her head on his shoulder. He pulled open a drawer within easy reach and took out a soft cloth. After he silently wiped the tears from her cheeks, she burrowed her face into the crook of his neck. “It’s over. You did very well.”

She was surprised how such a big man, who could deliver such a bruising punishment, could also be so gentle. Serena didn’t expect his praise to make her feel so good. Micah ran his hand over her back in soothing circles.

“I really am sorry I put us in danger,” she murmured, her lips brushing his skin.

“I know.” He stroked her hair back from her damp face. “I hope I don’t have to punish you again.” He caught her chin and drilled her with his serious gaze. “But I will if I have to.”

Serena nodded. She shifted on his lap and she felt him grow larger and harder beneath her. Her bottom still felt as if it was on fire, but her woman’s spot tingled as well and she didn’t want to move from the comfort of his embrace.

But when he lifted her off his lap, he made no sign that he wanted her. Did he think she didn’t notice his arousal? Did he think she didn’t want him after he’d punished her? That was definitely not the case, if anything, she wanted him more.

So how about you? Do you need a good spanking scene? If so, pick up any one of my Blushing Books releases and get your spanking fix.

Anna

 

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