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...profanity, sexually explicit dialog andadult imagery.
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Friday, December 19, 2014

#SatSpanks A Playful Poem of Spankings Missed

8 or so sentences from writers who love to spank or be spanked. Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto the other hoppers- their links are at the bottom of this post.

I have an owwie tummy- even posted about health in my Thursday post- and my Master joked about me snarking at Him even though I'm unwell. So before my owwie tummy, He was being whiny and self-absorbed and intimacy is again hurting. Of course this is when I'm trying to write my little Joey so I can finish "Mommy" and get it submitted. So you all get to enjoy a brattish poem :D.

Joelle is sad because it's been too long
since she's gotten a IRL spanking.
She was offered a cyber one from a creepy guy
(it made her vent on #Taboo2sday)
However maybe when she's talking to The Queen in bed
(come back on Monday to see how she comes with him)
if she begged really sweetly, he'd give her a virtual spanking
which wouldn't be cheating 'cause he's based on her Master

Do you enjoy Western romances? Then you'll love Angie Sargenti's "The Cowboy and the Mail Order Bride"!


            John Henry approved of all the changes around the place.  My energy--now that I was well again--was up, and apparently it amused him to see me work so hard.  He waylaid me in the bedroom one evening after supper, after Mrs. Allen had gone home, and he sat down on the edge of the bed.
            “You sure are full of piss and vinegar,” he told me.  “Keep it up.  You’ll need it.”
            “What do you mean?” I asked, straightening my spine.
            “What I mean, little lady, is that I’m going to start training you to be a proper rancher’s wife.  You’ll learn how to drive a wagon and ride a horse, how to keep the books...oh, all manner of things.”
            “I have ridden a horse,” I told him.  “Sidesaddle.”
            “That won’t do you no good around here.  I’m going to buy you a pair of britches and teach you how to ride western style.  Plus, I got a little old donkey cart you can drive around here, where you can’t hurt nothing.  Just ’til you get the hang of it, that is.”
            “But I thought I was going to be a fine lady.” 
            “You are.  After all that.  Which puts me in mind of something I’ve been wanting to do.”
            “Consummate our marriage?”
            “Yep.  That, too.  But first, do you remember what I wrote to you about discipline?”
            “Well, I had a thought, that maybe we ought to do a little preventative discipline.”
            I cast him a searching glance.
            “I don’t understand,” I told him.
            “Well, Missus, it’s like this.  I thought maybe we’d get the ball rolling by showing you what one of my bare-bottomed spankings will feel like.”
            I looked at him, shocked.
            “Bare-bottomed, and we haven’t even consummated our marriage yet?”
            John Henry flushed and gazed up at me, one brow raised.
            “Don’t worry.  We’ll get to all that afterwards, but first, we’re going to have us a nice, long spanking.”
            He grabbed for my hand, but I pulled away.
            “But I haven’t done anything wrong.”
            “You’re doing something wrong right now.  Now get that bustle off and mind me when I tell you to do something.  Get going, before you make me mad.”
            I reached way up under my skirts and unbuckled my bustle.  It fell like a house of cards, each hoop falling one after the other to the floor.  I felt my heart pounding and my mouth went dry. Sick with fear, I just couldn’t bring myself to obey the rest of his command. 
            He grabbed me again, but I balked.
            “Wait.  I need a handkerchief first.”
            “All right, but after that, I want you to come here and get over my lap like a good girl.”
            He waited patiently for me to fetch a hankie, and I pressed it to my lips before returning to his side.
            “Come on,” he said, patting his lap.  “Over you go.”


Eleanor's parents passed away unexpectedly, leaving her penniless. Fearing she had no other options, she accepts an offer of marriage from a wealthy rancher. She agrees to travel out west and become his bride, but part of that agreement means she must subject herself to his discipline.

John Henry Morgan expects his new bride to be an obedient wife, but soon finds the headstrong Eleanor taking his home--and his heart--by storm.

Can the impetuous Mrs. Morgan abide by her new husband’s rules and make him a comfortable wife, or will she lose him to his former lady friend, Miss Lou Anne Franklin?

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Hello.  My name is Angela Sargenti, but you can call me Angie.  I write mostly erotica, but I’m also fond of horror, as evidenced by my zombie blog, After Old Joe.  I wrote my first erotic stories under my pen name, AR Shannon, but quickly changed to my real name.  I enjoy reading, cooking, and working on my dollhouse.  I also like to poke around antique fairs and such and collect strange things.  Some of my favorite finds are a pair of tusk candlesticks, a werewolf action figure, and an acupuncture doll.  I live in California with my husband and three crazy cats.

Her story “Help! My Wife is a Former Dominatrix!” appears in the upcoming anthology, The Big Book of Domination, and her five sexy e-books, Working Out the Kinks, Start Me Up: A Collection of Erotic Love Stories, So Spankable!, Brattitudes, Lord Sir Beast, and Werewolf Brothers Make Better Lovers are all available at Amazon.  The Cowboy and the Mail-Order Bride is my second novel with Blushing Books, my first being She’s No Angel.

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Thursday, December 18, 2014

Health and writing, sorry, not sexy post, but a truthful one

While this could go on the #Taboo2sday hop, I don't want to wait for next Tuesday, nor to fill up the hop with non-sexy stuff. Sometimes it seems like just like we often avoid talk of periods, menstrual cycles in our erotic/romance books, we cisgender female authors are supposed to avoid acknowledging how those bodily issues can affect our writing. For me, with family and personal history, my cycle affects my writing as much if not more so than my bipolar disorder. Right now I'm in the midst of something too many women know- I'm waiting on the proper date to go in for a procedure that will hopefully tell my doctor why my period pain is so bad that my Master's most common order during my period is "Joelle, go lay down now." Today I'm "5 or so days off" from the beginning of my period and I'm already in pain, discomfort. I may or may not finish the last scene to write in "Mommy" (my ageplay/BDSM/spanking menage MFF); I'm still pushing to complete however.

Now I've talked about myself, I want to talk about a friend's short story and the book that it's in. "Milestones"- stories about domestic discipline relationships. Here's its buy link on Blushing Books- http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=2718 . While I loved all my friends' stories in this anthology, I want to direct your attention to Renee Rose's "Unmet Desire." The story's blurb: "Watching his wife unravel as she faces infertility is as heartbreaking for Luis as it is for Claire, but the more compassion he shows, the more she drifts away. Deciding to take a firm hand, he whisks her away to their mountain condo for a weekend boot camp to reaffirm their roles and reignite their passion for one another."  Of course talking about infertility, Renee needed to touch on issues like her heroine's menstrual cycle. I think we need less taboos in writing; Renee does a good job IMHO of showing how to balance the need for sensitive topics and good storytelling.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

#WIPiTuP Mommy teaches Joey with a ruler

Sharing WIPs (works in progress) can be so very fun! On this lovely blog hop, enjoy a bunch of authors sharing excerpts of what they're working on- get ready to add some great books to your TBR, once the author publishes :) Although occasionally you may find an author sharing a published work. Give 'em a break- these may just be roughly edited- but please do leave a comment! We authors like to know we're going in a good direction.

You have to continue after the 599 words of ruler-induced pain for the tease I'm engaging in here. But Joey was a bad girl (Hi SatSpanks people who are visiting to read the spanking I teased at on Saturday) was at the dog park and Mommy must correct her unladylike behavior.

"Mommy"- A BDSM slave begs her Master for an ageplay Mommy.

Mommy closed the door; Rex had gone to sleep in his bed in Master's bedroom. She turned on the classical music station.

I waited and watched Mommy's preparations.

She straightened the daybed's comforter before moving to the book shelf. She pulled the thick wooden ruler from its spot.

The gasp escaped my parted lips.

Mommy pursed her lips at me. "It seems you've earned yourself another spanking for not behaving in a ladylike manner, especially when you shouldn't have been behaving as a little in the first place."

I lowered my chin to my chest, feeling so very small.

"Look at my face, little girl," Mommy warned.

I lifted my head. I pushed in a whimper at her angry face.

Mommy sat in the middle of the bed. "Over my lap."

I rushed to obey her. I knelt on the bed next to Mommy's leg and laid myself over her soft lap. I grabbed the bedrail as before.

Mommy's fingers slid up my calves as she picked up the hem of my skirt. She piled the denim on my back. She traced the elastic edges of my panties. "What is this?" Just the tip of her finger dipped under the flimsy bit of covering. "Did getting into position for punishment get you aroused?"

I bit back a moan as Mommy's finger slid into me. "I'm being good now, Mommy."

"You didn't answer me," Mommy warned. "Yes or no, little girl."

I couldn't deny the moan, although it only came out as a whimper. "Yes, Mommy."

Mommy yanked her hand out of me and pulled my panties off.

The first spank caught me off guard, its sharpness causing my slave mind to chirp about Mommy cupping her hand. The spanks fell one after another and I started to relax into the delicious penitential pain.

Mommy landed a spank on my sit-spot.

I cried out, "Mommy, please!"

Mommy stopped spanking with her hand only to start again with the cruel ruler.

I kicked up my legs, my body sliding forward as if I could escape the spanking.

"No you don't!" Mommy pulled me by my long braid back across her lap and pushed her free hand down on my lower back. "You earned this paddling and you will take it as long as I say." The ruler landed on the backs of my thighs, giving me searing pain across both sit-spots. "You knew better than to climb on the dog slide!" She returned her attention to my butt, the slaps pulling deep sobs from me.

"Good girls don't climb on slides like that especially when they're wearing dresses!"

"I'm so sorry, Mommy. Sorry, Mommy!" I coughed as my mouth filled up in my misery. "Mommy, please," I begged.

"You will act like a little lady if I have to beat it into you." Mommy paddled for awhile in silence, as if too angry to lecture more.

My legs kicked even though Mommy's strong hand wouldn't let me go anywhere.

"Tell me what a good girl should do!"

"Not climb on doggie slides. Ow! Mommy, owwie, please stop!" I pushed my face into the pretty comforter because I didn't think Mommy would stop spanking until my butt broke.

"How old are you, Joey?"

I stopped crying in shock. "I don't understand what you're asking, Mommy."

Mommy pulled my head back by my hair. "Are you four that you don't know better how to act in a dress or are you a big eleven year old who knows how to be ladylike in a dress?"

I kept my sigh inside me. "Eleven, Mommy."

** Now if you want to read about how Joey feeling eleven fits into her corner time and the cuddles Mommy gives Joey after her punishment is done, you need to send positive energy towards me finishing "Mommy" and getting a publisher to accept it. Aren't you glad, Melody Parks and Meredith O'Reilly, that I'm going to ease the suffering of your wait? :D

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

#Taboo2sday Cyber Spankings and Erotic Author Identity

Take a risk and try something a little taboo with me? D I promise you'll find delights and scares depending on how adventurous you are

I'm approaching this as a blogger because that's where I find a portion of this irritation. I vented this past weekend on Facebook about people making assumptions about me because I write BDSM erotic fiction. A guy had read some promos for my blog post and assumed that meant he could PM me to ask if I wanted a spanking from him. It might seem hypocritical to some given my interest in LDR and cyber relationships, but I certainly don't want a random guy to spank me online- my Master is sitting about 1.5 yards away from me if I wanted a spanking.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Are you on Facebook? Would you like to have some fun with me?

Not like that, you perv :D But really I'm not interested in any cyber spankings, especially from random guys on FB. However ;D with all the talk about what FB is doing to authors pages in the new year, I created a FB group "Joelle's World of Sex." Now I primarily use my FB author page to promote posts on this blog, but I'm planning to make promoting these posts as only one small part of this group. So you'll get the chance to interact with me, see the funny and/or sexual things I share, have all sorts of fun :D If you're on Facebook, please check it out!

First here's the article to lead me to the decision on the group:

and the group's URL:

Friday, December 12, 2014

#SatSpanks Joey waits for her spanking

8 or so sentences from writers who love to spank or be spanked. Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto the other hoppers- their links are at the bottom of this post.

I've been focusing the last few days on "Mommy"- remember "Mommy"? The BDSM/ageplay menage where Josephine the slave goes to her Master and says "Master, could I please have a Mommy?" Mommy has come to visit Andrew and Josephine. She takes Joey and her new dog Rex to the dog park and Joey doesn't remember to act like Josephine.


Mommy closed the door; Rex had gone to sleep in his bed in Master's bedroom. She turned on the classical music station.

I waited and watched Mommy's preparations.

She straightened the daybed's comforter before moving to the book shelf. She pulled the thick wooden ruler from its spot.

The gasp escaped my parted lips.

Mommy pursed her lips at me. "It seems you've earned yourself another spanking for not behaving in a ladylike manner, especially when you shouldn't have been behaving as a little in the first place."


Okay, I couldn't help myself with the tease. Yes, I'm only leading up to the spanking here :D. I could only share 8 sentences after all :D. Come back on Wednesday for #WIPiTuP where I'll share so much more of the scene.