Taking Your Dom Home to Meet The Parents (18+ BDSM) #6BestHop

A new hop! And I’m breaking the rules right out of the gate, but I am posting a scene full of short dialogue clips so it’s hard to say what is around six paragraphs (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

This is a scene from Having it All, a smoking hot BDSM romance that came out in April.  Tiffany is a BDSM novice who fell in love with a Master Dom who owns a sex club.  They’ve fallen in love, but it hasn’t always been easy trying to ‘have it all’.  Tiff is taking Lukus home to meet her family for the first time and she is over-the-top nervous and he has a creative way to make her relax.


A few minutes later they reach the turn off to the smaller road carrying them along the expansive lake. Beautiful wooded lots line the far side of the road. The sun is high in the sky, birds flock near the water, and a moment of peace descends on Tiffany as Lukus caresses her hand. She takes a cleansing breath to calm her nerves.

When Lukus navigates the car off the road and down a short inlet into the forest, she’s surprised. They’re only a few car lengths off the highway, but the dense trees give them a great deal of privacy. He turns off the engine and gazes at her, a playful look on his face. She hopes he stopped for a quickie.

“Why are we stopping here?”

“I’ve been thinking of ways to help you stay calm today. I know you’re nervous and I get it, but there’s no reason for it. I love you. They love you. We’ll work it out, Tiff.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I am. Trust me. I have an idea to help you stay connected to me,” he says.

She isn’t sure she likes the sound of that.

“I don’t think binding me to you is going to impress them, honey.” He leans over to the glove compartment and takes out a small box that looks vaguely familiar. Her heart lurches when she remembers why. “Oh no, you don’t. I already feel scandalous enough bringing my Dom home to meet the parents. I’m not going to do it with a butt plug shoved up where the sun doesn’t shine.”

His rolling laughter only makes her more angry.  “I mean it, Lukus. No way. No how.”


“Snowball. Red. Butterfly. Stop. No.”

“Really? All of the things we’ve done together, and this is what you’re going to safeword on?” he asks incredulously.



She has no words. He waits. And waits. Eventually, she says, “Shit. I don’t know.”

“Not good enough. You come up with a good reason and I’ll stop, but just being afraid isn’t good enough.”

“Fine. Good girls don’t let their boyfriends shove things in their bottom.”

“Really? How do you know that?”

“Well – everyone knows that.”

“And so you want to be a good girl?” he asks.

“Stop confusing me. Of course I want to be a good girl in the eyes of my parents.”

“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. So, let’s say I do plug that beautiful ass of yours. Do you think I’m going to bring it up in passing conversation? Hey, Aiden. Can you pass the potatoes? Oh, and by the way, I shoved a nice big plug up your sister’s ass before we got here today.”

He succeeds in getting her to giggle. “You wouldn’t,” she says.

“Oh, baby. Don’t dare me. So, unless your family does full-body cavity searches upon arrival, just how do you think anyone is going to find out?”

Her pulse surges as Lukus plays with her hand; still tight in his grip. “But I’d know.”

“Exactly. And so would I. It’ll be our private secret. Something linking us together from across the room. Hell, even while you’re at the bridal shower, you won’t be able to forget me. Exactly how I want it.”


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Lukus always gets what he wants 🙂

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Lukus Mitchell is the owner of The Punishment Pit, Chicago’s top BDSM club. As the Master’s Master, he has enjoyed his freedom to play with a stable of subs over the years. He’s never contemplated settling down before, but is growing increasingly bored of the meek, pliant submissives who fail to challenge him.

Then he meets Tiffany O’Sullivan, a beautiful BDSM novice who has always yearned to explore her edgy dreams of submission, but whose sassy mouth always seems to land her in trouble.

Their attraction to each other is intense and immediate, but Tiffany challenges her new Dom like never before. They may start out at opposite ends of a BDSM tug-o-war, but can they meet somewhere in the middle—and if they do, can they both find happiness with the compromise?

Meanwhile, their best friends, Brianna and Markus Lambert, are still reconnecting after a recent event which almost ended their marriage. As awful as it was, it made them both realize not only how much they love each other, but also how important it is to share your darkest desires with your spouse.

Markus is more than willing to accommodate Brianna’s desire to be dominated in the bedroom, yet the couple has more than a few growing pains to work through as the dynamics of their marriage change from vanilla to D/s, with a sprinkle of DD.

Not content with almost having wrecked the Lamberts’ marriage and threatened Tiffany, Jake Davenport remains a threat in the two couples’ lives and relationships, and Lukus soon discovers that Brianna and Tiffany aren’t the only women Jake is targeting.

Can Tiffany find the strength to overcome her fears in order to let Lukus love her not only as a woman, but as his submissive?

Can Lukus deal with the way his new love challenges him at every turn, forcing him to confront fears he never even knew he had?

Can Markus and Lukus protect the women they love when Jake gets too close for comfort?

Find out in this, the third book in the Passion series. With the characters from previous books which readers have come to know and love, as well as introducing new ones, this is a fast-paced, intensely sexy, edgy and emotional story that combines humor, drama, friendship and romance in the way Livia Grant fans have come to expect, and new readers are sure to enjoy.

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F=Farm Fresh #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back!  I took a break yesterday for SatSpanks and to make some noise about my newest release, Psychology of Submission.  I’m back to the A to Z blog hop today and my challenge to write a free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet (fair warning, I may skip one or two letters – is that cheating?)   The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter. I just hope you all will forgive me if I use the same word a few times due to my alphabetical limitations. 🙂   Don’t miss any of the posts.  Sign up on my home page to get alerted when I post a new blog.

A huge shout out to Bruce Stern for agreeing to edit my posts for me this month.  Also, don’t miss the chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card.  Check out rules at the end of the post.

F=Farm Fresh

Frank sat behind his desk, his fingers thrumming forcefully as he waited for his fiancé to get home from her fast and loose shopping spree.   He’d been fighting down his fury since First National had phoned to ask if the frequent credit card charges at the local mall were his, or the result of a stolen or lost card.

Before he freaked out he decided to first use a free app on his phone to find Felicity, not sure if he was hoping to find her or a crook having a field day with his card.  He was unfortunately not surprised to confirm she was at her favorite store that very minute, filling bags with more finery.

He was at his wit’s end with Felicity’s foolhardy spending habits.   His cock flared flush against the fly of his jeans while he thought of his faithful yet fiery fiancé. If ever there were a female who needed to be folded over a knee and flogged, it was his Felicity. He felt forced to wait until after their fall wedding to take her and her wayward spending habits in hand, but after finding five-hundred more dollars gone in one morning, Frank knew he was failing his future bride by not disciplining her bare ass on a regular basis.

He heard the front door open and close followed by her fashion footwear clicking across the hardwood flooring. She was no-doubt on her way to try to hide her forbidden loot under their four-poster bed. She didn’t know her fiancé had found her hiding spot, and had filled a large bag with items for her to return the following day.

He heard her feminine shriek as she found that the jig was up.   He had to wait only a few minutes before she found him, still sitting behind his massive desk.   He didn’t flinch when he met her frigid mask.

She launched into the fray without so much as a simple hello. “Frank, something is wrong. I had to come home early because my card stopped working while I was at Florentines.”

He forced even breaths to remain calm. “Hello to you too, Felicity.   And for the record, your card stopped working because your fiancé has officially had enough of your frequent flurries of spending.” He shook his finger at her like the naughty girl she was. “There is only one more shopping spree you are going to go on before you find yourself unable to sit on that fine ass of yours for the next few days.”

Frank stood, frightening her with his fast action.   Felicity flinched in fear when she realized he was headed straight for her, but he was able to press her flush against the frame of the door as he folded her into his arms.   He had a love/hate relationship with the fire in her eyes. He never wanted to fully douse the flame that made her challenge him, yet his bank account needed him to fix this particular faulty habit of hers.

She tried to look away, but his finger held her facing him. “Now, here is what is going to happen, Felicity. Change those ridiculously high shoes into your flip-flops. We are walking down to the Farmer’s Market before they are finished for the day.”

He saw surprise flit through her eyes. He knew she thought she’d won this round of their fun dance, but she was about to find out how wrong she was.

The walk to the Front Street market was quick. Frank held her hand, dragging her to the one particular stall he knew stocked the particular food he was looking for. There was another couple already there, filling their flimsy box with some of the same fruits and vegetables Frank planned on buying. The young woman’s face flushed with embarrassment when Frank nodded to her husband as if to give his stamp of approval on the purchases.

After the young couple left the farmer gave his attention to Frank and Felicity. The flick of humor in his eyes told Frank he enjoyed his job very much.   Felicity had stepped away to fondle some fruit when she abruptly stopped.   He saw her eyeing up the strange selection, becoming more frazzled as the farmer spoke to Frank.

“And what can I do for you fine folks today?”

Frank responded, forcing his smile down to sound as fierce as possible. “My fiancé here thought it would be a good idea to fill the credit card with foolish purchases this morning. We’re here to purchase some fresh ingredients that I hope will curb her spending in the future.”

The fellow grinned knowingly as Felicity flushed crimson. “I do have several items female customers tend to hate.” He reached for the largest clump of ginger root Frank had ever seen, and held it up for inspection. “Take this beauty, for instance. I grew it fresh in the greenhouse on my farm.   I guarantee it will provide a figging like your little lady has never been forced to endure.   My wife can personally attest to its fiery punch. Once you fill your filly with this farm fresh ginger root you’ll have her falling all over herself apologizing for her wrong doings.   It also has the wonderful side-effect of turning even the most frigid of fillies into fidgeting hussies, flailing their fannies about as you blister their ass red. If you decide to forgive her, I also guarantee she’ll be ready to f… – well, maybe I’d better let you figure that part on your own.”

Frank watched Felicity carefully during the farmer’s raunchy speech. Her eyes fluttered in disbelief, yet she stood frozen, not running away in fear, which he figured a good sign.

“Felicity, take the fibrous fruit from the man and tell him thank you.”

She flushed another shade of rosy red, flashing her fiancé daggers.   Her voice fluttered. “Please, Frank. Forgive me. You’ve made your point with the threat of a figging.”

“Sorry you feel this was a simple threat. Your ass is about to find out just how serious I am about you learning to curb your spending.” Frank held the heavy fruit, his eyes on the foxy lady he loved with all his heart while he spoke to the farmer. “We’ll take this one and four others just like it. I have a feeling that my beautiful fiancé here is going to need a few days of figging before she figures out how serious I am.”

“Oh, fuck,” was her only reply.

“Oh baby, never fear.   There will be plenty of that kind of fun too.”

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C=Chastised by her Cowboy #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back!  I hope you’ve been enjoying the free erotic shorts I’ve been posting so far this month as part of the Spanking A to Z blog hop.  In case you missed my previous posts, you need to know I’ve challenged myself to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet this month. The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter. Take my word for it. This is considerably harder than one would think at first blush.  I just hope you all will forgive me if I use the same word a few times due to my alphabetical limitations. 🙂

Without further adieu, I present C=Chastised by her Cowboy . A huge shout out to Bruce Stern for agreeing to edit my posts for me this month. I also have an announcement at the end of today’s story for those of you who stick with me to the end.

C is for Chastised by her Cowboy

Catherine fought the desire to cry as she stood naked in the corner of their rustic kitchen. Calvin, her husband, had deposited her there after chastising her for creating a scene after church that morning. She hadn’t meant to embarrass her crass sister-in-law, but after Cassie burst into melodramatic tears Catherine saw the look on her cowboy’s face and knew she was in trouble.

She heard Calvin gathering up the dreaded cane and crop from the tall canister near the front door. Calvin liked to leave the punishment devices his wife hated the most in her line of sight to help control her catty tongue, as he liked to call it.

Her arms were beginning to cramp from clasping her hands behind her head. Her husband enjoyed seeing her nose pressed against the coarse wall in the corner.

She’d been lost in thought and missed Calvin creeping up behind her. Her confirmation he was near was the grip of the tight nipple clamp being clipped onto her protruding tip. The burn was immediate and Catherine cried out, but held her position until the second clamp clinched her other nip. She couldn’t help but panic from the pain.

“Control yourself, Catherine. I’m just getting started with your correction session.” He cupped her chin and steered her to the butcher-block table that doubled as a work counter. He had cleared it of the clutter so he could lay her out vulnerably. Before she could react, her husband had her clamped tits crushed on the unforgiving wood while he spread her legs wide, immobilizing her. She cowered, knowing her punishment was going to be severe.

Once she was completely under his control, Calvin began his lecture. “I’m disappointed you continue to let Cassie coax you into unladylike behavior. If you want to act like a naughty girl, I’ll be happy to chastise you accordingly.   We’re going to start with the crop, and if I feel you are resisting, we’ll move to the cane. I haven’t decided on the count yet.”

The first strike of the crop bit into her left butt cheek. She held back the cry until seconds later it struck again on her right cheek. Catherine was already choking out a chorus of apologies, crammed in between her cries for him to stop. By the time she heard the crop drop to the floor, she was frantic for release from the consuming pain centered on her ass and upper thighs. While trying to calm herself, she couldn’t believe Calvin was cramming a hard plug into her back channel. She both hated and craved to be taken back there and her husband knew it.

He then turned his attention to her slick cunny, creaming cum onto the cabin’s floor. He flicked the end of the cane against her private place until she cried out in pain.   Her body was barraged by the consuming correction to her nipples, tight asshole and now cunt lips.

“Please Calvin! I’m so sorry I was rude to Cassie! I’ll do anything to convince you it won’t happen again, but I need you inside me. Please fuck my cunny!”

“I don’t know, Catherine.   Do you deserve to come or should I just keep chastising you until I believe you’ve learned your lesson?” He followed with a dozen quick corrective cracks to her flesh with his large palm. His calming hand stroking her bare back in direct contrast with his blistering delivered by his other hand.

When he stopped, she had no time to prepare for him thrusting his cock deep into her core. He bottomed out at her cervix and because her anal cavity was stuffed with a plug, she had never felt that completely full in her life. They coupled with a carnality that only came after physical discipline.

Calvin pistoned her, pressing her clamped nips against the hard wood table.   Her crimson ass was taking a second pounding from his body slapping her. It only took minutes for the couple to call out their climax.

Calvin recovered first. “I expect you to be more careful now, Catherine.”

“Oh yes, sir, I’ll be very careful.”

What she didn’t confess to him was that she would be very careful to use any course language necessary in order to get chastised by her cowboy again… and again…

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A=Angry at the Airport #SpankA2Z #NSFW


It’s official.  I’ve lost my mind.  Not only have I signed up to blog every day this month in the Spanking A to Z blog hop, but as I was contemplating what I’d be blogging about, I came up with this crazy idea that I’m having a lot of fun with.  I just hope you all enjoy it too.

Rather than blogging about an A word, I’ve challenged myself to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet.  The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.   Take my word for it.  This is considerably harder than one would think at first blush, but now that I’ve gotten started and have the stories plotted, I’m having so much fun.   I feel the need to apologize to my Passion Series fans, though, since I’m spending my writing time on this instead of tracking down and dealing with Jake in Protecting it All.  Forgive me!

Without further adieu, I present my first of what I hope will be many entertaining free erotic shorts this month.  A huge shout out to Bruce Stern for agreeing to edit my posts for me this month.   I also have an announcement at the end of today’s story for those of you who stick with me to the end.

A is for Angry at the Airport

“I’m calling my attorney. They can’t avoid our departure any longer! My head is aching.” Angela crossed her arms across her ample chest in a show of agitation.

Andrew had just about had enough of his wife’s anger. He wasn’t actually having fun stuck at the airport either. They had left Atlanta early that morning in hopes of arriving in Arizona by early afternoon, but airplane issues had grounded them in Albuquerque for an annoying delay.

“Alright, Ange. Getting anxious isn’t going to solve anything.”

“I’m not anxious. I’m aggravated. We should have been at Aunt Allison’s hours ago.” The additional passengers stuck in the gate’s waiting area pressed against his wife eliciting an abrupt squeal from the beautiful auburn-haired woman.   All eyes stared at them.

He squeezed her arm as a warning, lowering his voice. “That’s all I’m going to take, young lady. I expect you to act like an adult. I’m sure the airline employees are doing the best they can to resolve the issue.

“I absolutely doubt it. That one there was a complete asshole when he announced the latest delay.”

At least her eyes widened in alarm as she acknowledged her vulgar language. Andrew’s grip anchored her against his hard chest. Angela finally allowed the angst to slip from her face.   Her continued atrocious language was the final assault to his patience.

Andrew leaned almost close enough to touch her ear. “Pick up your attache and follow me, quietly.”

“But… Andrew…” Her eyes shone with her unspoken apology, but he abandoned any thought of letting her get away with her continued anger. He knew exactly what action he needed to take.

“Now… at once.   Be glad I’m going to make sure we’re alone before I assault that ass of yours.   That one alcoholic beverage you had is amplifying your awful judgment.”

His wife’s hand was aquiver with apprehension as she acknowledged she had finally stepped across the line of acceptable behavior.   As other airline passengers waited at the gate, Andrew dragged Angela away.   Approaching the large unisex washroom just being vacated by two adults, his wife abruptly stopped.

“Angela, I expect you to accept your punishment.”

“But, there are so many others in the area. It’s not appropriate.”

“I’m your Dom and I decide what is appropriate. Right now that means your ass needs my immediate attention.”

Andrew smiled at her adorable blush as he led them into the alcove and locked the door to provide them visual privacy.

“All right, I want your pants and panties around your ankles.”

Angela looked apprehensive as she slowly acquiesced to her husband’s order.   Andrew pulled her towards the sink, angling her body so he had complete access to his favorite body part. Angie had an apple shaped bottom that never failed to arouse his manly appendage. His jeans squeezed his anatomy uncomfortably as he reached into his duffle to pull out her punishment anal plug along with the fire-hot ass-cream he carried around for quiet discipline activities.

She shook with anxiety as he instructed her. “Always hold the sink until I give you the all-clear. Agreed?”

“Agreed… sir.”

As he lubed the oversized plug with Aspercream heat rub, he took in the sight of the tight ring of her asshole. He couldn’t help but feel aroused as the aroma of her own sexual arousal wafted into the air.   They had been married a long time and he was aware she often antagonized him on purpose to amplify their power exchange dynamics.   That suited Andrew.

He slipped the slick tip of the anal plug across Angela’s rosebud until she wiggled her ass wildly. Her back arched and her bottom flayed in an attempt to escape as Andrew held her waist against his body. He assaulted her puckered hole with one swift insertion of the hard sex-toy deep in her ass.   Her anguished grunt told him his aim was true and her bowels were being bathed in what he liked to call his attitude adjustment cream.

Within a minute, Angela’s moans turned to whimpers.   He suspected the unforgiving toy would be more than enough to keep her attention on improving her behavior, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Step aside now and grab onto your ankles. Don’t let go until I tell you to, angel.”

Her apologies started anew. “I said I’m sorry, Andy.”

“Maybe your are… maybe not, but I assure you that you will be apologetic for many hours to come. Grab your ankles, Angela.”

He approached her as he unbuckled his leather belt. He heard her anxious breath as adrenalin coursed through his body as he prepared to discipline his wayward angel. Her agonizing moans told him the attitude adjustment cream was working internally. His belt would attend to her exterior anatomy.

The first strike landed across the swell of her ass, pressing the offending plug deeper, dragging an aching squeak from her. Andrew laid an additional five lashes in quick succession, not allowing his wife to get acclimated to the pain before the next strike arrived. By the time he finished the abbreviated punishment, Angela was chanting her apologies.

“Ouchie… I’m so ashamed of myself, sir. Please, all of the people passing by are going to hear us!”

He adjusted his angle to deliver one final full-force assault as his apologetic angel broke into a sob. The cherry stripes across her ass enhanced his desire to aggressively plunge into her aching pussy.

The announcement over the speaker advising them their flight was now boarding aborted his plan to ravage her. Instead, he helped her right herself, held her in his arms and delivered aftercare in the form of sweet kisses across her shoulder and up her neck. He felt her quiver in his arms as she finally acted like the altruistic young woman he loved with all his heart.

“All right, I trust you’ll behave after that little reminder. Let’s go so we can get to Aunt Allison’s. I’ll help you remove the attitude adjuster just after I have my way with your adorable body.”

Her groan betrayed her excitement at being taken in hand by her Dom and husband.

They left the private area hand-in-hand, arriving at the gate just in time to board their airplane. As they were about to take off Angela leaned in to apologize one final time to her husband.

“I really am sorry, Andy. I’m going to keep apologizing until you agree to take this thing out of my ass.” Her eyes shone with anxiety and agony brought on my the burning punishment going to work on her anatomy. “Any idea when that might me?”

Andrew stroked her arm lovingly as he whispered. “Just after I attend to your pussy.”


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