Extremely Late Free Friday Story

I got caught up in the holidays and did not get last Friday’s story posted, so here it is. I went with a bit of nostalgia this week, I hope you enjoy it! I hope everyone has a Happy New Year! Happy Reading! ~Morganna



Em smiled as she studied the golden charm bracelet that circled her thin wrist. It jingled happily with every move she made. She fingered each little charm wistfully as she remembered.


Emily Calhoun had been a very spoiled eighteen when she first met Rainer. He’d come home with her brother Frank during the Christmas break. Rainer and Frank were roommates at college.


For Emily it was love at first sight.


She followed the two young men everywhere they went eager for any attention Rainer sent in her direction. Since Rainer loved flying, she often found herself at the airfield outside town watching from the ground while he and Frank soared in the blue sky above.


Rainer for his part was enamored of young Emily, yet felt she had some growing up to do.


Every vacation Rainer came home with Frank and he soon became a big part of the Calhoun family. Each time she saw him Emily fell a little more in love.


Then the war came. Frank and Rainer enlisted while they were home. They were to leave immediately.


Emily lay crying on her bed. She was heartbroken Rainer was going far away to be killed.


The bed gave as Rainer sat down next to her, “Don’t cry Em. We’ll be back before you know it.”


“Please don’t go. You don’t have to go,” Emily cried as she threw her arms tightly around him.


“Yes I do Em,” He said softly disengaging her arms and kissing her gently on the head. “I’ll come back for you.”


“Don’t you bother Rainer Banbridge! If it’s so easy for you to leave…then do so!” She flipped back to her tummy giving him her back.


Rainer smacked her upturned bottom, “This is no way for you to behave. Now give me a proper goodbye.”


Emily winced at the sting in her behind but stubbornly refused to turn and face him.


Rainer sighed as he stared down at her mutinous back, “Come on Em, please don’t be this way.”


“Just leave if you’re going!”


“Goodbye Emily. I’ll see you when I get back,” then he was gone.


Emily cried her heart out then jumped up in a panic. She hadn’t said goodbye! What if he was killed and she hadn’t said goodbye? Emily raced down the stairs in a frenzy only to find Rainer and Frank had already left for the train station.


Emily tore out of the house, catching up with them at the corner just before they stepped into a cab, “Rainer!”


He turned and caught her in his arms when she flung herself at him.


“I’m sorry Rainer…I didn’t mean it…I didn’t…I’ll miss you….I…I love you….Please don’t forget me,” The words came out in a rushed sob against his chest.


“Oh Em, I could never forget you,” he whispered against her hair. “See that you don’t forget me young lady.” Then he pulled a little package from his pocket and pressed it into her hand. “To remember me by until I’m with you again,” he smiled and kissed her nose before setting her away from him. “Grow up while I’m gone little girl. I plan to marry you when I get home.”


Then he jumped into the waiting taxi with Frank and they were gone.


Emily clutched the tiny package all the way home tears still streaming down her smiling face.  Once in her room she opened the package. Inside was a charm in the shape of a tiny golden plane. It was enchanting; the intricate little plane had two engines on each side with moving propellers and the little wheels on the bottom moved too. Emily slid the little pendent on a chain so she could wear it close to her heart while she waited for Rainer to come home.


Rainer had of course come back for her when the war was over. Under the fond gazes of her parents and brother he began to court her openly.


Then came the wonderful day when he asked her to be his bride. They were sitting under the arbor in the rose garden enjoying a beautiful spring afternoon.


Emily had been surprised when he dropped to one knee before her.


“Emily will you marry me and come be the queen of my castle?”


She had gasped in delight when he’d pulled a golden bracelet from his pocket with a little castle made of gold dangling from one of the links. The twin turrets were toped with pearls, the base surrounded by sapphires and rubies like a gem-studded moat.


“Oh yes please.”


He’d smiled as he fastened the bracelet around her wrist, “I know it’s not the traditional ring Em, but I wanted you to have something that was uniquely yours.”


The plane was added on the bracelet next to the castle and a family tradition began.


They were married six months later in the small church she and her family had attended since she was a child. It was a beautiful ceremony and it was obvious to all in attendance that the groom and bride were totally besotted with each other.


Em chuckled as her fingers touched the little capital building next to her castle. Rainer had taken her to Washington DC with him on business not long after they were married. It was the scene of their first disagreement as man and wife.


Rainer had instructed Emily to remain in the hotel while he was in his meetings and told her that when he was finished for the day he would take her wherever she wanted to go. Em always having been the independent sort felt that was silly so she’d gone off exploring on her own.


She’d gotten back to the hotel and found a furious Rainer waiting on her.


“Where the hell have you been?” he asked with his hands planted on his hips.


“I was exploring. Don’t swear at me Rainer,” Emily admonished him.


“I told you to wait here.”


“Yes, but why should I be cooped up all day while you’re in meetings?” she asked with a small pout.


“I don’t want you wandering around a strange city by yourself Emily.”


“For heaven’s sake Rainer, it’s not the dark ages! I was fine,” she said with no little exasperation.


“Be that as it may, I told you to stay here,” he reminded her with a frown.


“I’m not a child Rainer; I don’t need you to tell me what I can and can’t do!” Emily stomped her foot to emphasize her point.


To say Emily was a bit surprised to find herself dangling bottoms up across her husband’s knee was an understatement.




“You will obey me Emily! Especially when I am trying to provide for your safety and my own piece of mind,” he brought his broad palm down across her upturned backside with a resounding smack.


“Ouch! I don’t remember saying that I’d obey you! Ooooowwwww!”


“You might as well understand here and now Emily Ann Banbridge that I intend to wear the pants in this family!” Rainer drove his point home with several well placed slaps to his wife’s posterior.


“OOOOWWW…yes Rainer….oooohhhhh….OOOOOWWWWWW!”


Then he’d lifted her skirt and pulled her panties completely off, dropping then on the floor by the bed.


“No Rainer! Not on my bare bottom!” she’d cried.


Rainer ignored her pleas and began to spank her bare upturned backside in earnest bringing it to a bright red hue under his capable palm.


Emily had been surprised by her reaction to the spanking, it hurt but with every swat that fell though she’d yelped and then cried she’d also gotten wetter and wetter. Her arousal had embarrassed her.


Then Rainer had parted her thighs and slid two fingers into her wet achy channel, “Did my naughty girl enjoy her spanking?”


She was mortified, “No.”


He’d immediately removed his fingers and delivered several stingers to her already sore sit spots, “Lying will get you more of the same young lady. There isn’t anything wrong with getting aroused because I took you in hand. It’s the natural order of things baby. Now, I’ll ask you again. Did my naughty girl enjoy her spanking?”


Emily sniffled, her bottom was on fire but she needed to feel him inside her again and her need far outweighed the embarrassment she felt. “Yes Rainer, please I need you.”


Rainer put her on the bed face down and lifted her to her knees, “I’m going to give my naughty girl exactly what she needs.”


She looked over her shoulder watching as he unfastened his pants and his cock sprang free…long, thick and ready. He moved behind her and spread her wide before driving inside her to the hilt in one firm thrust.


Emily’s back arched and she cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely the strength of the thrust causing his thighs to slap against her punished bottom. Then he began to pound in and out of her in a relentless rhythm, each slam of his thighs against her heated flesh reawakening the heat and sting of her spanking but the pain seemed to blend with the pleasure until she was bringing her hips back to meet every hard thrust.


“Yes Rainer…harder…please Rainer…I need…” she panted, lost in their shared pleasure in a way she’d never experienced before.


He knew exactly what she needed and began taking her even harder one hand reaching around to pinch her clit between two fingers while the other began to slap down on her ass every time he pulled out.


All Emily could do was moan as the pleasure continued to build to an almost unbearable level. Suddenly her world went white as she exploded with pleasure, every muscle in her body shivering and shuddering as she convulsed around his cock as it continued to drive her even higher.


Then she came again screaming his name and this time he followed her over the edge with a muffled shout.


Then he moved to lie sideways on the bed, pulling Emily into his arms and stroking her gently as her body calmed.


It was a very contrite Emily that he cuddled to his chest, “I won’t be able to concentrate on work if I have to worry about you running pell mell all over the city Em.”


“I won’t go out without you again Rainer, I don’t want you to worry. Although, I still don’t remember anything in our marriage vows that said anything about wifely obedience,” she said primly.


He chuckled and pulled her close, “It was in the fine print.”


As they were getting on the plane to go home he’d given her the little golden replica of the capital building. It had a tiny little magnifying glass embedded next to the dome. Emily laughed again as she remembered her husband telling her that the magnifying glass was to help her be able to see fine print.


She and her Rainer had shared such a fine life. He’d given her charms often to mark great events. The diminutive clown was a work of art. Its entire body moved independently head, shoulders, arms, pants and feet. Made of gold it had pearls for hands and buttons down its middle made of garnets and turquoise. Rainer had presented the clown to her in the hospital after the birth of their first child.


The charm of the Dallas skyline with the diamond encrusted “D” in the center of it had been given to denote the conception of their second child.  Em grinned, that had certainly been a memorable trip to Dallas.


The little owl with the graduate’s cap and the light up amber eyes had come when their oldest boy graduated from college. The five-dollar gold piece from 1879 was added when the youngest went into banking. Each golden charm held a memory and significance all its own.


Emily smiled as she unfastened the bracelet from her wrist. She and Rainer had led a charmed life together. Through the years she’d found herself face down over her husband’s lap on more than one occasion then taken masterfully. She’d reveled in his dominance and in her own submission. She’d loved everything about Rainer and she missed him terribly.


Soon she would join her wonderful man in the hereafter, but first she wanted to pass the bracelet on while she could still tell its stories. Her granddaughter and namesake would be here soon. Of course she might leave out a few details, no need to tell the child of her grandfather’s proclivity to warm his wife’s fanny from time to time.




Em looked up from her place at the window into the smiling face of her granddaughter. “Hello child. I have something for you…”


Meredith O’Reilly is visiting with a hot excerpt from her new book, The Prince’s Little Mate!

Hi Morganna! Thank you so much for having me on your blog today!

Here’s a snippet from my latest release, The Prince’s Little Mate. In this snippet, Eric likes the idea of having some ice cream sex with Allison…


“Are you finished making your special dessert for me?” Eric asked, coming downstairs from his office and walking into the food prep room.

“Yes, here you go.” I said, offering him one of the bowls with a spoon in it. “Here’s your super-de-duper colossal sundae, your royal highness.”

He grinned at my silliness, eyeing the bowl a little oddly as he took it. He spooned up a small bit of the ice cream. Before he ate it, he gave me another look. He looked scared, causing me to giggle. My big, strong mate could talk about his time as a warrior with no hint of fear in his voice, but place a bowl of ice cream in front of him and he looked like he was going to pee his pants.


“Trust me, it’s delicious.”


He took a hesitant bite and then smiled. “Mmmm… this is good!” He took a much larger bite and I couldn’t help but laugh as his face froze and then his eyes squeezed shut. I probably should have warned him that taking too large of a bite would result in a brain freeze. “Cold,” he whimpered out.


“Yes, ice cream is very cold. That’s why you need to take small bites,” I said, taking a bite of the chocolate.


“This is ice cream?” he asked, taking another much smaller bite.


“Yes. It’s vanilla and chocolate ice cream with caramel and hot fudge sauces and sprinkles on top with a cherry.”


“Hmm…” His eyes turned a deep shade of pink and he gave me a sexy smile.


“What?” I asked, nervously chuckling.


“I read that a lot of couples enjoy eating ice cream off of one another. That it’s hot and the different temperatures make sex even more fun.”


I blushed as I imagined the two of us having sex, each of us covered in ice cream. Then the image of Eric lapping ice cream off of my heated pussy popped into my head, followed by the image of me on all fours as he licked ice cream off of my bottom hole had me biting my lip and holding back a moan.


A shiver went through me as I felt myself get wet.





The Prince’s Little Mate Blurb

When twenty-four-year-old Allison Black is chosen to be the mate of the prince of Aureus—an alien planet which recently signed an agreement with Earth—she is quite a bit less than enthusiastic. She makes her frustration perfectly clear to the handsome prince, telling him in no uncertain terms that she has no intention of submitting to his plans for her.


Prince Eric is determined to show his feisty, stubborn mate all the pleasures that surrendering to his dominance can bring. When he learns of her hidden yearning for a firm but loving daddy, he doesn’t hesitate to make her his little girl. He will cherish her, provide for her, and keep her safe, and when she misbehaves or puts herself in danger, he will spank her naughty bare bottom.


But even as Allison is beginning to discover the peace that comes from being held in her daddy’s strong arms, the future of Eric’s world is threatened by an old enemy bent on chaos and destruction. When the choice is put before her will Allison abandon Eric in his time of greatest need, or will she stay by his side as he strives to protect both his people and his little girl?


Publisher’s Note: The Prince’s Little Mate contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

This sounds delightful! Thanks for sharing Meredith! It’s always a pleasure to have you on. This one is definitely on my TBR list! How bout you? Join me in one-clicking a link below to snap up a copy of your very own! Happy Reading! ~Morganna


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Meredith O’Reilly cannot believe that she her fifth book is published. It feels like yesterday she submitted her first one to Stormy Night Publications! It has been a crazy year and a half of publishing books and she looks forward to many more crazy years.


In her free time, Meredith loves to try out new recipes, watch a little too much Netflix, and of course read and write. She’s currently working on another M/M romance story and can’t wait to hear what readers will think about that!


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Thanks for having me over again Morganna!

An Excerpt from The Alphas Reluctant Mate



After she is attacked by a large, unknown animal, Alexandria Pace soon finds that her miraculously swift recovery and suddenly voracious appetite are far from the most disturbing aspects of her situation. It rapidly becomes apparent that not only has she been bitten by a rogue werewolf, she has also been identified by the alpha of a nearby pack as his chosen mate.


Connor had planned to take his time and woo Alexandria gently, but the attack by a rival wolf forces him to take drastic action and compel her to join his pack right away. He is more than ready to keep his mate safe whether she likes it or not, and as she’ll quickly discover, disobeying her new alpha will earn her a swift and thorough punishment.


As her first full moon approaches, Alexandria struggles to adapt to life as a member of a pack, especially when that involves submitting to the alpha. Yet despite Connor’s willingness to bare her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking whenever she defies him, a part of Alexandria cannot help longing for him to claim her fully. But when an enemy challenges Connor and threatens to take Alexandria from the pack by force, will he win the fight to protect his mate?


Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Reluctant Mate is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


“Sid used you to attack me,” he said firmly. “I don’t want you anywhere near a battle of any kind. I want you safe, protected from any further violence. I let you stay at the meeting grudgingly; it still goes against everything in me to allow your involvement, but you will obey me, Alexandria.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared up at him, then started when he began rolling his shirtsleeves up. “What are you doing?”

“I believe I told you what would happen if you ever defied me in front of the pack again. Did I not?” he asked almost conversationally.

“But… but… I was right…” I sputtered rather lamely.

“Did you publically defy me?” Connor asked with a raised brow, his hand paused in the act of rolling up his right sleeve.

“Yes, but…”

“Then we’re agreed,” he said with a nod, fixing his sleeve in place and catching me by one arm and pulling me with him to the couch.

“No… wait, Connor… you can’t!” I cried as I felt myself pulled face down over his lap as he sat down on the couch.

“I assure you I can,” he said as he pulled both my sweat pants and panties down to my knees in one motion.

His hand fell hard and fast, making me realize he’d been right when he warned me after my first spanking that the next one would make the first seem like a child’s punishment. He was spanking much harder, each slap making me yelp and writhe over his knee.

“Ooooh… ouch… Connor… stop!” I cried.

“I will stop when I feel the lesson is sufficiently learned and not a moment before,” Connor said sternly.

I wailed loudly then bit my lip as I realized my entire pack could probably hear my spanking. His hand continued to fall with no discernible pattern, leaving not an inch of my bottom without throbbing heat.

He paused and I took a deep relieved breath, only to cry out in dismay when he tilted me further over his lap in order to pay closer attention to the tender under curve of my backside. “No, Connor! Not there!”

“Yes, there, mate.” His hand fell hard five times in a row on my left sit spot till I was yowling, no longer concerned about my pack mates hearing my punishment. Then he moved and gave the right side the exact same treatment. My horror was complete when I felt him part my tender bottom cheeks and press the tip of one finger against my anus.

“Now you will get a taste of how I will deal with defiance once we are well and truly mated.”

“Noooooo!” I cried, desperately clenching against his intrusion when he pulled his finger away to deliver another series of sharp slaps that left me gasping for air and then the finger was back pushing deep inside while I moaned in embarrassed protest.

“Defiant mates get their bottoms punished inside and out,” Connor told me matter-of-factly as his finger took up a quick in-and-out rhythm.

Sound interesting? Give it a try! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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Free Friday Story-Romance and Spanking-What more do you need?

Happy Friday!!! I hope you have a wonderful stress free weekend, of course if your have to do last minute shopping like me…stress free might be a dream. 🙂 Hope you enjoy today’s offering. The contest will be open for one more week so send me your favorite pics! Either post them in comments on my blog or to comments on the link you followed. Happy reading! ~Morganna

The Misunderstanding: All I Need Is Yoou

He caught her arm just as she excused herself from her partner and turned to leave the dance floor, pulling her into his chest and wrapping both arms around her just as a slow song began to play.


Her eyes sprang to his and for a moment joy filled her face before she shut it down and tried to pull away. “Let me go Luke.”


“I don’t think so Megan, you owe me an explanation.” He said firmly as he continued to turn them around the dance floor with her held tightly against him.


“I don’t owe you anything Luke Jamison! I filed for divorce so you need to let me go,” she spat at him, daggers flashing in her eyes.


“You don’t think you owe me an explanation as to why my wife of four years filed for divorce while I was out of the country on business? You see I do. When I left as far as I knew everything was good; we were happy…talking about having a family and then suddenly its over?” Luke said fixing his wife with a glare of his own that made her swallow hard and look away.


“Yes. It’s over, that’s all there is too it,” Megan said softly.


“Not good enough,” he said succinctly.


A shuddering sigh went through her as she obviously struggled to hold back tears, “It’s going to have to be good enough Luke. It’s all I’ve got.”


Luke sighed, “Megan don’t make me force the truth from you.”


Megan’s eyes sprang up to his, “There isn’t anything to tell you. I just reconsidered our relationship and realized I wasn’t happy and…”


“Bull…” he held his hand up when she started to say something else. “I’ve spoken to Kelly.”


Megan shook her head as the tears she’d been holding back began to fall down her cheeks as she pulled sharply from his arms. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry Luke,” she said quietly before she turned and ran from the dance floor.


Luke followed at a more sedate pace, knowing he catch her before she could get to her car.


Megan hurried to the cloak room and asked for her jacket, she looked nervously over her shoulder and saw him quickly making up the distance between them. She had to get away before he caught up to her again, she wasn’t strong enough to stand firm not loving him as much as she did. When she realized there was no way to wait for her jacket and get out of the building before he caught he she just turned and ran again leaving it behind.

She hurriedly ran out the front door of the building and into a cold rain, shivering Megan hurried to her car digging frantically in her bag for the keys.


She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally had the key fob in her hand as she hit unlock and reached for the door; but just as she opened it he was there pushing it closed.


“You aren’t running from this Megan,” he said as he wrapped his coat around her shoulders and lifted her into his arms. “Lock it.”


She studied determined set of his features and her shoulders slumped as she complied, clicking the lock button twice and setting the alarm.


“Good girl,” Luke told her as he turned and carried her to his truck. He continued to hold her with one arm while he unlocked and opened the door then set her inside. “Scoot over.”


Megan sighed and scooted across the bench seat and fastening her seat belt knowing there was no way to avoid this confrontation.


Once Luke was seated in the driver’s seat her started the truck and turned the heater on full blast pointing the vents in her direction, but made no effort to put it in gear. “Why Megan?”


“You talked to Kelly so you know why,” she said turning to look stubbornly out the side window because she couldn’t face him.


“No I don’t,” he said firmly.


“I can’t give you what you want,” Megan wailed, turning to face him fiercely with tears once again wetting her cheeks.


“What I want is my wife,” Luke said sternly.


“I can’t give you babies Luke. The big family you’ve always wanted? You can’t have that with me! I’m flawed,” she said bitterly.


“Megan Marie Jamison I better not ever hear you say that again. So what, we can’t have kids of our own, we’ll adopt if we decide we can’t live without them. But what I really want…what I can’t live without, is you.”


Hard sobs started shaking her small frame and Luke undid her seatbelt and pulled her across the seat and into his lap. “You deserve to have a little boy with your dimples and bright blue eyes,” she sobbed into his chest.


“And you don’t? You don’t deserve to have a little girl following you around with big inquisitive green eyes asking why every three minutes?” he asked. “It’s not about what we deserve baby, it’s about what is. Yes I wanted those things but not with just anyone.  I wanted them with you.”


“Luke I’m so sorry,” Megan said with her face buried against him.


He pushed her back and tilted her face up to his, “I wanted those things with you. You…no one else…you are my love…the only baby I need…you’re the very air I breathe and I will not let you throw that away.”


She threw herself against him, pressing kisses against his face and neck anywhere she could reach, “I love you so much. I just didn’t want you to be trapped with me, when I couldn’t…”


“I am not trapped, never have been and never will be. Do you understand me young lady? I love you and I always will. I can’t believe you thought you had the right to make such a ridiculous decision without me,” Luke said furiously. Now that he had his woman back where she belonged, they had a few things to discuss.


Megan drew in a deep shuddering sigh as she ran a finger down the center of his shirt, “You going to punish me?”


“What do you think baby girl?” he asked her with a raised brow.


She nodded and moved out of his lap and back to her own seat, “Then take me home.”


Luke nodded and put the truck in gear.




Once they were home Luke wasted little time and before she knew what happened Megan found herself bare bottomed across his lap with his hand slapping down again and again.


The fire built quickly, leaving her crying out her apologies as he continued to spank her bottom to a bright crimson hue. Finally, she collapsed over his knee as she let go of the guilt and flew free…accepting his punishment with every ounce of submission in her soul.


The punishment freed her…freed her to love him…freed her to love herself again and embrace who they were together.


“That’s it baby girl, let it all go…we’re fine…together we can handle anything that comes our way…you won’t forget that again will you?” he asked her as his hand skimmed the hot flesh of her bottom.


“No sir, never again.” Megan cried as he lifted her to face him.


Megan reached between them and freed his cock from his jeans, straddling him and taking him deep inside her.


Luke cupped her hot bottom in his big hands and helped her ride him hard and fast their passion building quickly as he slammed up to meet her every downward stroke. Soon they were crying out together as they were consumed by their desire, each losing themselves in the eyes of the other as they shuddered in each other’s arms, totally spent…replete in the magic they shared.

Free Friday spanking short and a contest!

Hi all! Welcome to another free Friday! Today I have short bit of erotic spanking for you. I also wanted to post about a contest. Please submit pictures you think would make a good spanking story. I will pick my favorite three pictures and then we will take a vote on the winner. The winning picture will be used to write a short story and the winner of the contest will be able to claim the book of their choice from either what I’ve already published or  my next release. I hope you enjoy today’s offering. Happy reading! ~Morganna


Good Girl

The feeling of being over your knee is delicious, I’m at your mercy yet I also feel powerful and free as I let the moment take me.


I’m awash in sensation as your hand glides back and forth over my bare bottom. I shiver as the warmth of your hand leaves my tingling flesh, the gasp as it lands sharply on the under curve of my left bottom cheek.


Again and again it falls bringing every inch of my flesh to life; singing with stinging pain and pleasure as the heat grows. Between swats your hand strokes across my tender bottom in a circular motion getting ever closer to the area between my thighs aching for your touch.


The wetness leaking onto the tops of my inner thighs makes me sigh and wriggle as I move my legs apart to tempt you in.


Several more quick swats are my reward for trying to rush you.


“Who is in charge here young lady?” Your deep voice rolls through me like an invisible caress.


“You are sir,” I say softly then moan as your finger slips through my wetness briefly before leaving me bereft again.


“That’s right you cum on my schedule not yours and I’m not nearly done with this luscious ass of yours,” the smile is evident in your voice and you anchor me close as your hand begins to fall once again in a crisp cadence that soon has me bucking in place. The stinging heat builds and builds almost taking me further than I thought I could go as I cry out.


“Ooooh….owwww!” tears begin to form and trickle down my cheeks and still your hand falls.


My breath quickens as your hand begins to land low on my bottom jolting my needy core with every swat. Soon as the pain and pleasure begin to blend I’m carried to a new place and I need more.


“Harder…please….” I whimper as the need consumes me.


The sound of flesh slapping across and my cries of pleasure fill the room as your hand falls harder until everything within me seizes and I shudder across your knee as an orgasm slams into me.


As the first ripple begins your fingers slide home riding deep inside of me to wring every ounce of pleasure from me that you can.


Your thumb teases across my clit as your fingers pound in and out of me and I seem to rock straight from one orgasm into another until I collapse over your knee with a hoarse cry…completely spent.


“Good girl,” I love hearing those words they reach something deep inside me never tapped until I met you.


You gently rub my back as I come back to myself, still lying over your knee. I shiver and you lift me to sit in your lap tucking me tight against your chest.


I feel wrapped in your love; safe in your arms where I belong.

Jeremy Croston is visiting to talk about his upcoming release, The Negative Man, City of Chaos coming December 29, 2015 to an Amazon near you!

The Negative Man Cover


Blurb: “With a city at war, turning to evil may be their only choice.”

Two years ago, a supervillain known as The Negative Man brought Pacific Station to the brink of destruction. No one dared stand in his way… that is until the arrival of a new hero: The Dark Lion.

At the end of their final battle, The Negative Man disappeared. Months went by and without a sign of his return, the city returned to normal. Unfortunately, a new evil has taken hold; one in the form of a gang of supers known as The Aces. Led by their charismatic leader, Spades, they have become the terror of the city.

Once again The Dark Lion is called into duty to make the city safe. But questions remain: are The Aces just a distraction? And most importantly, will The Negative Man rise again?


The screen flashed right to PSPD Chief Harvey Grimes talking about the disturbance the night before. Geri was in the process of grilling him about the activities the night before. “So you’re okay with The Dark Lion killing one of The Aces? Shouldn’t he be arrested for murder?”

Grimes voice was like a growl from a large bear. A very angry bear that was interrupted from hibernating. “Murder? The man did us a public service! If he puts those other three assholes six feet under, I’ll personally give him the key to the city!”

Murmurs broke out amongst the reporters. Paisley asked a pretty shocking follow up. “Let me get this straight? You’re okay with The Dark Lion, or any of the other super powered vigilantes killing criminals? What about due process?”

“When will you prissy idiots understand?” He slammed his hand on the podium. “These super powered criminals have declared war on Pacific Station! For all we know The Negative Man’s behind this! The only place these criminals can’t hurt us is with their dead bodies in wood boxes!”

I flicked the TV off, a bit shocked by how far Chief Grimes was willing to go. Any hopes of talking DL out of killing anymore of those villains just went out the door. Over the past few weeks, I’d been getting frustrated with his lethal force. I thought we were better than that. Getting ready, I hopped in my car and headed back to the office.

I find this very interesting, sounds like a great super hero book; join me in pre-ordering Negative Man today! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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Jack Crosby is visiting to talk about his book Death Among Us-#sexdemon

Death Among Us (Kindle Cover)


::Reader Warning – this book contains foul language, lots of sex (both necessary and unnecessary), and a total disregard for historical figures and proven facts. Reader discretion is advised::

Derrick Grimm is an easy going twenty something college kid, or so he wants you think. When the Lust demon Roxanne shows up at his door and seduces him, she also drops important information; the Arch-Demon Beelzebub is after an artifact to unleash hell.

It’s up to Derrick and Roxanne to figure out what’s going on and who they can trust. If they aren’t careful, they’ll get screwed over and not in the good way.

Hot Excerpt –

Thank the Almighty she was rubbing my shoulders. Plans that originated Downstairs were convoluted and sometimes downright retarded. It was amazing that they got anything to work out right for them. Probably do to demons like Roxanne here. Every one of Hell’s lords had a council that made sure no matter how shitty the plan was, they would make it work.

The more she rubbed my shoulders, the more bliss I felt. I then felt her tongue run over my ear. Her hands kept working the magic, making their way down my back. Before I knew what happened, I was laying on the floor with the beautiful Lust demon on top of me.

“I hope you don’t mind Master, it seems only right that I take care of you for taking care of me.”

In my mind I knew this was probably not the smartest thing to let happen, but little known fact about your main guy here; I have a huge weakness for women. It is half the reason I left the other members of the Horsemen and struck out on my own.

“Roxanne, please, I think we should…”

I knew it was over then. Being a sex demon and knowing exactly how to move, it didn’t take her long to free me from my pants. I don’t think she was wearing any underwear, but as soon as I was free, I felt myself enter her.

“I will not take no for an answer. This is the least I can do for you.” She leaned back and grabbed her heels. It was so ridiculously hot that I couldn’t control myself anymore. She worked it so well, better than anything I had ever felt before. It didn’t take long at all for the first orgasm to take over me.

“I see my Master likes this attention. I wonder if you have another in you?”

I was exhausted, but then while still sitting with me inside her, she took off her sweater. No bra was underneath and her beautiful breasts were right there for me to see. Immediately I was back at attention.

“I feel the throbbing Master. Close your eyes and let me take over your senses.”

I did as she asked. Everything from the feel to the smell was ridiculous. She started going faster on me, as she was closing in on her own orgasm. I was ready again, and trying to hold out. I didn’t know if I could any longer, but she leaned in and grabbed my sides. Her nails dug into me and I felt her release on me. That triggered me and together on my kitchen floor we climaxed together.

After a few moments, she slid off of me and stood up. “These human women have not been good for you Master. That was almost too easy.” She winked at me as I laid there huffing.

“Apparently so, but I didn’t hear you complain either.” I got up and pulled my shorts back up. For the second time tonight, I felt used, but I really didn’t mind.

She wrapped her arm around my waste. “I am never going to complain. Now let’s get you in bed, you have a meeting with an angel tomorrow.”

Wow that was a hot excerpt! Interesting plot line too! Click on the link below and grab your copy now! You know you want too! I mean come on he has his own sex demon…what more do you need? Happy Reading! ~Morganna

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Free Friday Spanking Story-Bedtime Swats and a little something, something more…after all a girl that takes her punishment well deserves a little fun!

TGIF! I hope you all had a lovely week and are heading into an even better weekend. Happy reading! ~Morganna

Bedtime Swats

She stood nervously just inside the doorway. This would be her fourth spanking for ignoring the bedtime he’d given her. It was hard following a bedtime rule, after she was 40 years old not 10!


Granted he’d made a very good argument; she had health issues that demanded a good night’s sleep to function at her best and she had been staying up entirely too late.  She’d even fallen asleep driving a few times she’d been so fatigued. It was all true yet it was hard to follow guidelines laid out by another person even though they were for her own good.


She was also able to admit that she needed the discipline…the accountability…and there was something inside her that needed desperately to submit. With Scott, she could give up all control and know he would keep her safe…she could submit to his discipline and let it help her to be the best she could be…it wasn’t something everyone could understand but it was what she needed.


It could also be very scary; Scott didn’t allow her to hide from what she was feeling or escape into her own head when things were uncomfortable. He made her look at him…face him and herself head-on; not always the easiest thing to do.


Even when she tried to avoid dealing with the issue and look away he caught her under the chin with the tip of a finger and forced her to meet his firm gaze.


She took a deep breath and walked into the room where he sat on the couch waiting for her.


“It took you long enough Ally, a little worried about how lax we’ve been on bedtime this week?” he asked her with an arched brow.


She fidgeted nervously in front of him, suddenly feeling like a little girl; nothing like the 40 year old woman she was. “I wasn’t being deliberately defiant, I just got caught up and then…”


“You thought three, four or even six swats was no big deal so you stayed up thirty minutes late deliberately at the beginning of the week and then when things happened that made you even later to bed your tally grew fast didn’t it?” Scott asked knowingly.


“I wouldn’t have stayed up late at all if I’d realized I was going to get to bed an hour and a half late two nights in a row at the end of the week. I didn’t mean to,” Ally said softly.


“You never mean to young lady. I give you one swat for every five minutes late you are to bed. Do you think I’m being unreasonable?” he asked.


“I know five minutes doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, such a small amount of time. So I think I’ll demonstrate exactly how long five minutes is,” he told her firmly.


Ally felt her stomach plummet to her knees, she wasn’t sure exactly what he meant but it couldn’t bode well for her backside.


“Shoes off, then take your pants and panties completely off as well,” Scott instructed.


She removed her shoes quickly, and then hesitated with her fingers in the waistband of her knit pants; this part was so embarrassing, taking her own pants and panties off under his watchful gaze.  Taking a deep breath she pulled them both down and off each foot, her panties ended up tangled in the pants, Ally battled for a minute to straighten them so she could fold them neatly but they just seemed to get even more tangled.  They were a hopeless mess so she finally just dropped them in a heap on top of her shoes.


Ally walked to his side thankful the tails of her long shirt hung to mid thigh, not that it would matter in a minute but she was covered as she made her way to him.


“I’m setting a timer for five minutes, for your first swat I’m going to give you a five minute hand spanking. Then you can stand in the corner for another five while you think about how very long five minutes can be,” he said as he grasped her arm and tugged her face down over his lap.


Her shirt was neatly flipped up to the small of her back and then she felt the air as his hand lifted before it came back sharply on her left bottom cheek. Ally hissed in air as a hot sting immediately filled the area but then his hand landed again on the right side.


“Ooh!” she barely managed to register the sting of one swat before several more followed quickly in its wake; soon they were falling so fast she couldn’t keep count.


“That was one,” he said as he continued to spank hard and fast.


Ally groaned as the heat in her bottom grew beneath his capable hand, how could only one minute have passed? Her bottom was already on fire!


By the time he said three she was jerking with every firm swat and trying hard to not to cry out, when four rolled around she could no longer contain herself.


“Owwwwwww! Please…oohhhooooh…I’ll be good!” she cried as his hand seemed to speed up and fall even harder. Then it was over and he was standing her on her feet in front of him.


“How long does five minutes feel to you right now?” he asked.


“Like an eternity!” she said feelingly.


“I bet,” Scott said with a slight smile as he guided her to a corner and turned her to face it. “You stand here now and think about that for a bit and then I’ll give you the rest of what you have coming.”


Ally shivered as she stood there with her bared bottom on display, it was already hot and throbbing and she had 42 more swats coming. He was going to use that thick wooden spatula she was sure…it was evil and really needed to be cleansed by fire; not that she’d ever be that lucky.


This time the five minutes went by way to fast because she was far from ready to feel the spatula slapping down on her already tender bottom.


“Ally come out now,” he said firmly calling her to him. Then he pointed towards the back of the house, “Bedroom.”


“Yes sir,” she said after taking a deep breath. Ally hurried to his bedroom and took her regular position bent over the edge of the bed and waited for Scott to join her.


All too soon she felt him behind her, his legs brushing hers as his hand slid over her bottom as if he was choosing the perfect spot to begin.


There was never any way to prepare herself for that first searing swat with the wooden spatula it landed hard and fast on the under curve of her bottom sending her immediately up on her toes in an effort to escape the deep burning pain.


“Ally?” he queried firmly.


“One,” she said in  a whimper,  then the next stroke fell in the exact same spot sending her back up on her toes with a hiss. “Two…three…four…FIVE!”  The swats fell hard and fast still in the exact same place.


Ally buried her face in the bed with a whimper.


“Head up, you don’t get to hide in the covers,” Scott said sternly.


She lifted her head and the swats fell hard and fast in the same spot on the other side, “Six…seven…eight…nine…ooohh Ten!”


“Was that fifty minutes you should have been sleeping worth staying up for?” he asked curiously.


“No sir,” she said miserably.


“How many more have you got coming?”


“Thirty,” she said in a whisper.


“I didn’t hear that how many?” he asked.


“Thirty more sir,” Ally said a little louder.


“Keep your head up and count,” he instructed.


The next ten seemed to fall with no pattern or rhythm at all, giving her no way to predict or prepare for where the wicked spatula would fall next.  She was so consumed with the burning sting in her bottom she could barely keep count. The next set was the same, causing her to jerk and arch as she struggled to stay in position and count.


Ally took a deep breath and pressed her face into the bed as she waited for the last group to start.


“Head up Ally, I told you no burying your face in the covers.  How many more?” he asked.


“Twelve,” she said tearfully.


The spatula fell in the same place on her left sit spot he’d chosen for the first group of five with the hardest swat yet. Ally keened loudly as she rose again on her toes, “Thirty-one.”


She waited holding her breath and hoping he would move to another spot and wailed when the horrid implement fell in the exact same spot, “Thirty-two…please not in the same place!”


A warm hand came down to rest in the small of her back, somehow grounding her and helping her to accept the rest of her punishment as the next four fell in the same place ensuring her discomfort sitting for the next day or so.


The final six were delivered hard to the sit spot on the other side as she called out the last number she collapsed face first into the bed.


“Stand up,” Scott said firmly.


“Please…I need a minute,” Ally said softly as she tried to reign in her frazzled emotions.


“I can give you a minute,” he told her as his warm hand came down to rub across her punished flesh.


She sighed, her body slowly relaxing as he continued to rub her bottom. It didn’t take away the pain but it definitely made it more bearable and felt so good. Ally couldn’t contain the quiet moan of pleasure at the tenderness of his touch after such a hard spanking.


“You know I added up the time, that’s 215 minutes…almost four hours of sleep you missed last week. Was any of the time you stayed up worth it?” he asked.


Ally sniffled, tears gathering now that the spanking was over and he was stroking her hot sore bottom, his tone gentle. “No sir.”


“Come here,” he said and opened his arms to her as she stood and buried her face against his chest feeling like he was the only safe place in the room with her emotions so near the surface.


He cuddled her close and held her as she calmed and talked quietly to her, “You need your rest, we both know this. You can do better, I believe in you.”


Her breath all left her in a whoosh, the last of the tension leaving her body as she relaxed into him. It was as if all the stress of the last week had left; leaving her free to relax and breath.


Scott set her back from him and tilted her face up to his with a finger under his chin, “What are we going to do this week?”


“Go to bed on time?” she asked.


“Are you asking me if you are or telling me you will be going to bed on time?” he asked.


“I’ll get to bed on time,” she quickly assured him. “My bottom hurts.”


He snorted, “Good then I did my job.”


Ally resisted the impulse to stick her tongue out at him, Scott was pretty laid back but she didn’t think right after a spanking was the best time to act up.


“Want me to make it better?” he asked with a grin.


A flush filled her body, the wetness already between her thighs growing exponentially at his words as her clit began to pulse in need. “Yes please.”


“Up on the bed, on your knees.”


She climbed up on the bed facing away from him, spreading her legs as she pressed her chest to the mattress, almost immediately his fingers sank into her wet heat stroking in and out hard and fast as another finger rubbed over her clit.


“Oohh…” Ally cried out as her body tightened around his fingers almost immediately as his fingers found that magic spot just inside her sheath. His finger pressed insistently rubbing hard against her g-spot until she jerked with a cry of pleasure.


“That’s it cum all over my fingers like a good girl,” he ordered her.


Then she gave a loud moan as her sheath spasmed around his fingers milking them as she rode out her orgasm.  He continued to rub that same spot coaxing every bit of the orgasm from her until she collapsed once again on the bed in an abandoned sprawl.


“Good girl,” he praised her, rubbing her back as she came back to herself.


Ally flopped around on her stomach until she could look up at him, “Don’t you want me to?”


“What do you need to do?” he asked.


She blushed, Scott required she asked for what she wanted to do out loud, “May I please suck your cock?”


“You may,” he said undoing his pants as she moved to sink to her knees in front of him.


Ally grasped him firmly around the base of his erect shaft as she licked up him up and down before taking the head between her lips. She sucked firmly and twirled her tongue around the sensitive area beneath the head of his cock.


She stayed on the head for a minute enjoying the feel of it in her mouth as she worked her hand up and down from the base, then she opened wide and took him as deeply as she could, gagging slightly before she backed off.


Soon he caught her head between her hands and encouraged her to take him deep as he began to slowly thrust in and out while she continued to lick and suck.


Then he moaned and his shaft tightened in her mouth, Ally stopped sucking as he shot his load down her throat. As his orgasm ended she began to gently lick his cock clean before sitting back on her heels and looking up at him with a smile.


“Good girl,” Scott said as he helped her to her feet and hugged her close again. “If you come with a number that high again you won’t get to cum and I’ll be coming in your ass. Consider it added incentive.”


Ally couldn’t suppress a whimper as she absorbed the implications; anal punishment always came with a ginger appetizer. Scott had started keeping fresh ginger on hand because she’d required a sterner correction more than once for different issues. She didn’t even want to think about her last session with the ginger. Ally would be getting to bed on time for sure next week come hell or high water, “Yes sir.”