Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Emma's Surrender - Punished Inside and Out on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Help me welcome naughty author extraordinaire, Amelia Smarts, to Wicked Wanton Wednesday.  

She’s reached #1 on Amazon with her Bestsellers in Historical Erotica and Erotic Westerns, and today, she’s brought us a deliciously decadent peek at her latest western,
Emma’s Surrender

How completely he had mastered her, when even the pain he inflicted felt like pleasure.”





Amelia gave me a choice of excerpts; I chose naughty anal punishment.  

Are you shocked?  hehehe


Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait, or tease you by hiding it in my post, we’re gonna get right to it. 


Emma’s Surrender
By Amelia Smarts


Be warned, naughty hole excerpt follows:


His hand traced over the curve of each cheek before he found the ribbon of her drawers at her waist and pulled, loosening the material from her lower body. With a slowness that made her nearly frantic with anticipation, he slipped the material down her legs. His hand returned to her now-bare bottom, and he rubbed each cheek in circles.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice husky with the same desire she felt.

She obeyed and felt the cool air of the room brush her clenching sex. She squeezed her eyes shut as his fingers dipped into her folds, and her face heated at the unmistakable sound of her wetness when he gently slapped back and forth between her nether lips with two fingers, soaking his digits. There was no hiding how aroused she felt by this man, when the proof poured out of her unbidden.

She arched her back and pressed against his hand in an attempt to feel his fingers against her needy nub, but his hand then withdrew and smacked her hard on her right cheek, causing her to buck against the leg of the sofa. He continued spanking, scolding her as he did. “If you’re greedy and impatient, I won’t allow your release. Take your punishment first, you hear?”

She gasped, as his hard palm continued to fall without mercy on her poor, quivering cheeks. “I’ll take it,” she moaned, as his stinging hand brought her to her toes. “Please stop!” she said, but meant the opposite, so very grateful for the reminder that yes, this was punishment. She was not in control.

“I told you I would punish your bottom inside and out.” He struck lower, catching the tops of her thighs and causing her to cry out at the sudden increased sting. “Did you think I was joking? Did you think we would skip right to your pleasure?”

She shook her head no and fought to absorb the sting of each slap. She found herself desperately wanting to please him, to hear his deep voice praising her once again.

When he stopped spanking and again reached between her legs, she remained still, even as he tortured her by touching everywhere but on the one small spot that sang for attention. He moved his fingers up the dark split of her cheeks and pressed one wet finger against her rosette. “Please don’t, Nathan,” she whimpered. “I’ve learned my lesson.” She wanted to resist, but she also wanted to fail at resisting. Every nerve in her body hummed in response to his bawdy attention.

“Relax your bottom and press against my finger, baby girl,” he said. “Lying is naughty, especially to the law, and bad girls get fucked in their naughty hole.”

Fire licked through her stomach. She shuddered with self-loathing pleasure at his words, uttered in a stern tone with a hint of tenderness. She forced her muscles to relax and arched her back, accepting the finger he slid into her. It felt uncomfortable and oh-so-wicked.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “This is what you’re going to get when you lie to me, pet—me taking you here. Do you feel embarrassed?”


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About Emma’s Surrender

When twenty-year-old Emma Brookstone arrives in the town of Bannack, Montana, she seeks out the local marshal, intending to enlist his help in uncovering the truth regarding her father’s murder two years earlier. Upon meeting the marshal, however, she is shocked and dismayed to discover that he is none other than the man who gunned her father down that fateful night.

Though Clive Brookstone was an evil man who needed killing, the knowledge that he left a young woman orphaned tore at Nathan Haskin’s conscience from the moment he pulled the trigger, and he has secretly provided for Emma’s needs since that day. Certain that hearing about her father’s legacy of lawless violence would break her heart, he concealed it from her, but now that she has returned to Bannack her persistence eventually prompts him to tell her the full story.

To make matters more complicated, Nathan finds his desire to protect Emma quickly growing into a powerful need to tame and possess her, and when her foolish behavior puts her safety at risk he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand and spank her soundly. His stern chastisement leaves her furious yet helplessly aroused, and it isn’t long before he claims her hard and thoroughly.

In her heart, Emma knows what Nathan tells her is true—that her father’s death was just—but writhing in ecstasy as she is utterly dominated by the man who killed him fills her with shame nonetheless, and she does her best to deny her lust for the handsome marshal. Will the day ever come when she can put aside the past and surrender herself fully to the man she once hated?

Publisher’s Note: Emma’s Surrender includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Read the First Chapter for Free on Amelia’s Blog: https://ameliasmarts.com/emmas-surrender-by-amelia-smarts/






Other Spanking Romances by Amelia Smarts
Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant fa├žade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. http://amzn.to/2iPVdPB

Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man? http://amzn.to/2b5SymF

His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs. http://amzn.to/1TouqoF

Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap. http://amzn.to/1U3FCJJ


About Amelia Smarts

I'm an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty backside. It's important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness. If you'd like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at amelia_smarts@yahoo.com. Happy reading!


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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Kicking It Into High Gear w/ Morganna Williams and Captive Desire on Wicked Wanton Wednesay

Wicked Wanton Wednesday is back 
with the first post of 2017.










As the old saying goes, start as you plan to continue, so I’m kicking the year off with a bang thanks to Morganna Williams who is here today with a sexy, steamy, spanky excerpt from her new release, Captive Desire.


I’m hot and bothered from reading it, so I guess that means I'll be spending the rest of the year that way too.  Lucky me  :)


Have fan, ice, batteries at the ready.  Don't say I didn't warn you.   


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Captive Desire
By Morganna Williams 


Jack and Morganna are at it again, tag teaming up a set of stories for you!

In our first tale, Laurel McGovern is a timid woman who's been raised by her overbearing uncle, Albert. Even as an adult, he kept her under thumb, working for him and living in one of his buildings. But all of that is about to change...

Mark is used to having his way with women. When one catches his off-guard and ties him up, a mixture of anger and lust form inside of him. He needs his mystery Goddess, in many more ways than he can explain. What happens when he discovers the timid waif Laurel is his fierce Goddess?

For our second story, we find ourselves in New York, circa 1962, following the Lust demon Roxanne yet again. Her master, Beelzebub has sent her here with one task in mind - to execute the assassination of JFK. Now what she does as long as that task is performed is up to her.

With New York and Dallas as her playgrounds, Roxanne rediscovers the humanity inside of her that one Captain Argus Fletcher helped cultivate centuries prior. Will Roxanne submit to her master's will? Or will she find the inner strength that's always been just beneath the surface. Red With Lust answers all these questions, and more!

*Publisher note - Captive Desire is a re-mastered edition of a web story first published on author's blog. This book contains spanking of adult women and sexual situations, if this offends you do not buy this book.

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Here's a sexy loooong excerpt:

Laurel came to slowly, confusion marring her features as she tried to understand the pressure on her arms and the fogginess in her head.

She looked up to see her hands caught in fuzzy cuffs above her head, strong arms held her so that she didn’t strain her arms before she got her feet.

“Wh...what?”

A low chuckle rumbled in her ear, “Turn about is fair play … don’t you think, Goddess?”

Her sharp intake of breath and the stiffening of her spine were the only indications that she’d heard him.

He knew!

Laurel straightened her legs; surprised to find that she could easily hold the position he’d placed her in on her own. Her arms stretched comfortably above her head, the fur lined cuffs caught on some sort of hook placed halfway up her wall.

“How did you know?” she was unable to keep herself from asking.

He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck before straightening to stand a little apart from her.

“How could I not? Your smell … your taste it’s all I can think about. My body recognized yours the minute you leaned across me to pour tea.”

Her heart pounded as she licked suddenly dry lips, “What are you going to do to me?”

Mark walked in front of her, looking down into her eyes with a wicked grin, “Exactly what I promised, Goddess … what did you think?”

She shuddered delicately at the images his words evoked…how could she forget his promise?  It had haunted all her dreams since that night.

“I didn’t hurt you!” she yelled a little desperately.

“And I’m not going to hurt you,” he replied, running a teasing finger down her throat, past where her pulse beat madly, down to the first button of her shirt.

Laurel gasped as he undid each button with a flick of his fingers. In a panic she began to pull at her bonds, suddenly desperate to be free before he used those wicked fingers in more tender spots.

Somehow she knew if he took her here tonight, she would forever be changed.

Marked … a captive of her own desire.

“Shhhhhh … don’t fight me, Goddess, you want this as much as I do.”

Laurel whimpered low in her throat as she acknowledged to herself that it was true. She did want this … more than air.

He watched as she accepted her fate – and his.

Her shirt hung open in the front, revealing a tight white sports bra that seemed to be doing its best to smash her flat.

Mark frowned and grabbed the scissors he’d left on the vanity.

“No … don’t!” she protested the destruction of her clothing.

“I should burn the entire outfit,” he said, as he cut the clothes from her body with relish.

Her breasts sprang free from the confining cotton, raw angry red lines beneath and above them told the tale of the price she paid to hide her figure.

He frowned anew and pressed gentle kisses to each red spot.

“Don’t ever do that to yourself again,” he admonished, as he kissed her better.

“Uncle Albert says that it’s unladylike to bounce,” she offered in way of explanation.

“Uncle Albert is an ass.”

Laurel bit her lip as she watched Mark, suddenly unsure of his mood.

A few snips of the scissors later, she stood naked before him once more. He ran his hands up the back of her legs, skimming them across her buttocks, her back then her neck, before losing themselves in the tight knot of hair on the back of her head.

Soon, he was tossing pin after pin over his shoulder until her wild mane of hair spilled free around her shoulders and down her back. She purred like a kitten as his fingers massaged her tender scalp. It was such a relief to have the heavy weight of her hair released.

“That dreadful bun is a thing of the past as well.”

Laurel decided to play along, “Yes master.”

He laughed and kissed her deeply before pulling away again, “Careful … I could get to like that.”

“You wish,” she said smartly, only to end on a gasp as he caught one nipple between his teeth and worried it with his tongue. Mercilessly he worked the ever tightening bud before sucking it deep and hard into his mouth.

Laurel could only hang onto her bonds as the delicious torment sent shudder after shudder of sensation through her.

Mark gave the other nipple the same treatment before kissing his way down her stomach and lifting her legs over his shoulders.

Laurel jerked suddenly as she realized his intent, “No!”

He laughed, “Yes! What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, but even better for the goose.”

He showed her just how good for the goose it could be in mere seconds, wringing more of those little gasping sounds from her that he so loved. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his firm tongue sliding around her delicate folds then zeroing in on her swollen clit.

Taking the little nub firmly between his lips and sucking it
hard, the sensation was so intense it was almost too much for her.

When she would have pulled away from his maddening tongue, his hands cupped her bottom and held fast. Mark didn’t let her go until she shuddered against him with a faint scream. As she began to contract against his lips he sank his tongue deep inside her pulsing channel eager to swallow every drop of her desire,


Then as her orgasm subsided he lifted his hand from where it cupped her bottom and brought it back with a resounding smack. 



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