Celebrating the dirtiness of Caroline

Oh, why not. This is a passage that I couldn't believe I'd written, after I'd written it. There aren't that many things I've written that still give me an erotic chill even thinking about them, but this is one of them. Buy the ultra-affordable box-set on Amazon by clicking here!

Sometimes daddies like to make their little girls do wicked things. There was no way around it, I thought, as I felt my own daddy put his hand in my hair and start to control my motions. I struggled to please him, my eyes watering with the effort since I always gagged a little—I couldn't help it—when my daddy held himself in as deep as he really liked and filled my little mouth full of him.

Now that this had become a regular part of our new erotic lives, I could say that I loved it and I hated it when George enforced his will on me that way—loved it because it meant that having his cock in my mouth was something that made his cock feel good, and there were ways to make my mouth so pleasurable that he refused to deny himself the feeling—for example, the back of my throat enveloping the head of his penis. I hated it because there was nothing I could do but try not to retch while he sought out his pleasure, driving my head down upon his rigid length, allowing me no world except the world of his crotch where he was unquestioned master.

But then... then there was the part that was past both love and hate, where there lived the simple rightness of my daddy doing with me what he pleased. That was where, it seemed to me, his voice originated when he said, quietly but very clearly, "Yeah, you're a little cunt-mouth, aren't you Caroline?"

Let me confess fully here, near the end—near the place where I will close the ring and bring you back, dear reader, to the playroom and the wooden rocking horse. To be called a "cunt-mouth" drove me wild with lust. How does it happen that a woman with a Ph.D. in English Literature can at certain times apparently want nothing in the world more than she wants to be on her knees in front of her husband with him holding her face down on his cock and calling her "cunt-mouth"? I'll try, as a gesture of good will, to answer the question.

First, we need to consider the meaning of "cunt-mouth." It seems, really, quite transparent: a "cunt-mouth" is a girl whose mouth feels to a man like a pussy. We shouldn't neglect to bring into consideration also that this compound word (portmanteau word, really) may also be the most demeaning thing an intelligent woman could ever be called. I would argue for that point based on the centrality of the mouth as the organ of speech—the place from where a woman displays her reason and mental acuity. In my case for example, as a scholar I make my living with my mouth and with my pen and my keyboard; given that the phrases "cunt-pen" and "cunt-keyboard" are patently ridiculous, "cunt-mouth" would seem to be the most demeaning thing anyone could call me. George was saying that the mouth that had delivered countless lectures and countless public talks about topics as diverse as the symbolism of the garden in George Eliot and the role of herbal lore in Hamlet really had no better use than as an imitation vagina for his cock to take its pleasure.

Also consider the element of skill involved. It's not especially easy for a person who has teeth to provide a sensation that would provoke her husband to call her "cunt-mouth." I believe that my arousal at—and frankly, love of—being called a "cunt-mouth" begins from the pride that I feel at the very thought that George would even think of calling me that.

But to pretend that my love of the term comes just from satisfaction that I'm showing my daddy a good time would be utterly dishonest. I wrote earlier in this story that I have a pain thing. I have a degradation thing like unto it. The more George degrades me (within, of course, certain hygienic limits), the more I grasp my value to him, and the more I feel that I belong to him. 

When he calls me "cunt-mouth," he is actually saying that I am his cunt-mouth. He claims me as an object which is worthless and gives me worth specifically in that I am valuable to him in having a mouth that feels to him like a cunt—indeed, one that feels even better than a cunt, or wouldn't he be fucking my cunt instead of my mouth?

But finally, that line of reasoning leads to the most important point of the debasement thing: the real reason he isn't fucking my cunt is that he wants to debase me by putting my highly-educated mouth to a purpose that says to me, "You may very well be a Ph.D. in English Literature, but I know what your mouth is really good for: you are a cunt-mouth." 

And the most important part of all is that I am giving him my mouth to use like a cunt of my own free will because giving him what he wants, playing this lovely game of daddy-dominance-and-little-girl-submission actually makes us equal partners in helping each other find mind-blowing erotic fulfillment. Like the fulfillment my daddy then found as he made me swallow every drop of semen that came forth from his convulsing loins, and the fulfillment I likewise found as I complied with my Daddy's silently-expressed commands.

The Caroline box-set is here! #ageplay of the very naughtiest kind!

I'm so excited to announce this set! This is ultra-dirty, schoolgirl-focused ageplay — a lot of it is not for the faint of heart.

Three great books by a best-selling author of age-play erotica! 

Caroline's Rocking Horse 

Caroline Dawkins is a professor of English who has never confessed her age-play and spanking fantasies to her husband, George Lane, a corporate attorney. After George comes home one night and finds Caroline pleasuring herself, over the course of an extraordinary month Caroline and George utterly transform their erotic life together in the pattern of those taboo fantasies. 

From the lovely, degrading preparation and inspection of Caroline's charms, to the dark erotic practices she never thought she would get to try, George and Caroline taste the forbidden delights of age-play and connect emotionally as they never imagined they could. 

Caroline's Little Friends 

When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's age-play relationship. 

Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in age-play relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends. 

From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient? 

Publisher's note: "Caroline's Little Friends" is an erotic novel intended for adults only. It contains explicit sexual activity and domestic discipline themes in an age-play setting. All characters in "Caroline's Little Friends" are adults and are explicitly portrayed as such." 

Caroline's Little Club 

When a picture Caroline took of her former students Mary and Angela after a spanking goes viral among the alumni of Caroline's school, it seems like Caroline's ageplay life with her husband George, and with Mary and Angela, could become embarrassingly public. With the help of her friend Caitlin, and fortified by a steamy weekend with George, Caitlin, and Joe in Bermuda, Caroline will have to get to the bottom of a mystery, while trying to find suitable ageplay partners for Mary and Angela. 

Luckily, Mary has met a young but supremely confident guy who calls her "young lady," and Caitlin has found a rich New York theater producer who may be a stern protector for Angela. But who was it who really posted that picture, and what will it take to get them to see that ageplay can be magical for adults wired that way? 

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Spanked at her own party #SatSpanks

Towards the end of Caroline's Little Club, Caroline gets to have all her best ageplay friends over for a party. After dinner, they play in the basement, until it's time for the daddies to come down and play, too. When they do, George makes a rather suggestive comment as he comes down the stairs, and Caroline says something sassy in return.

"Linie," he said, as he came down the stairs, with Joe, Mike, and Dan behind him, "if your daddy says it, can it be wrong? Come over here for a paddling." He went straight to the couch, taking my paddle from its place on the end-table. 

"You other girls come stand around and watch what happens to sassy girls like Caroline." It was only right that I should have the first spanking in my own playroom, I thought as I went over his lap. My daddy was intent on making an example of me, though, so I quickly regretted my decision to sass him. 

"Ow! Daddy!" I said, squirming atop his lap. 

"Hold still, Linie," George said. "Get that bottom up for me!"

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Here's the blurb:

When a picture Caroline took of her former students Mary and Angela after a spanking goes viral among the alumni of Caroline's school, it seems like Caroline's ageplay life with her husband George, and with Mary and Angela, could become embarrassingly public. With the help of her friend Caitlin, and fortified by a steamy weekend with George, Caitlin, and Joe in Bermuda, Caroline will have to get to the bottom of a mystery, while trying to find suitable ageplay partners for Mary and Angela. 

Luckily, Mary has met a young but supremely confident guy who calls her "young lady," and Caitlin has found a rich New York theater producer who may be a stern protector for Angela. But who was it who really posted that picture, and what will it take to get them to see that ageplay can be magical for adults wired that way? 

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A "scary daddy" at the little party #RTKDungeonCrawl

When Caroline and George attend their second "little party" the ulterior motive is to find a daddy for Caroline's former student Angela. The daddy Caitlin thinks might fit is named Mike, and he's brought a little named Rachel to the party.

Rachel had her knees drawn up, and her hand under her little nightshirt, I saw when I turned to look at her; she was sitting up against a beanbag chair, in the half-light coming from the TV, and she didn't seem to be paying attention to anything except the wicked fingers playing in her bare little pussy, which glistened faintly. 

I heard Mary say, softly, to my left, "But. . ." 

"I think," I whispered in her ear, "Rachel is trying to show us what kind of daddy Mike is." 

Mary's mouth made a silent "Oh." 

Ria, Wendy, Hannah, and Jenna, sitting against the couch at the other end of the room, were whispering fiercely to one another. Caitlin crawled over to them and said in the same stage-whisper, "Don't say anything! I want to watch!" 

"You want to watch what?" said Mike--Mr. Chedell--from the archway between the living room and the family room. His face was utterly transformed, from roly-poly silly-joke-maker, to what my mind could only describe as "scary daddy." 

Intellectually, I knew that Mike was a Broadway director and producer, and had been an actor before that. He was playing. But the act was so convincing that I felt fear rise very high in my tummy--not just for Rachel, and Caitlin, but for all of us, because scary daddies sometimes feel the need to teach a lesson to every little girl present at something as wicked as what Rachel had just been doing.

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Here's the blurb:

When a picture Caroline took of her former students Mary and Angela after a spanking goes viral among the alumni of Caroline's school, it seems like Caroline's ageplay life with her husband George, and with Mary and Angela, could become embarrassingly public. With the help of her friend Caitlin, and fortified by a steamy weekend with George, Caitlin, and Joe in Bermuda, Caroline will have to get to the bottom of a mystery, while trying to find suitable ageplay partners for Mary and Angela. 

Luckily, Mary has met a young but supremely confident guy who calls her "young lady," and Caitlin has found a rich New York theater producer who may be a stern protector for Angela. But who was it who really posted that picture, and what will it take to get them to see that ageplay can be magical for adults wired that way?

Keep crawling!

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Little-swapping in Caroline's Little Club #Taboo2sday

I think this one gets me into territory that most would call "taboo". . . 

"Caroline, sweetie, it's time." 

We had arrived only half an hour before, but George and I had agreed, and he had communicated to Joe, that it would be best to get things started in the sex department as soon as possible, both because we were all so excited about it, and so that I could get past my nervousness and start enjoying myself. 

You want this, I told myself.  

"Time for what, Mr. Lee?" I asked in a little girl voice, trying to make it as apparent as possible that I was acting. I was rewarded with a giggle from Caitlin. 

"I think you know the answer to that question," Joe said. "You're a very clever little girl, Caroline. I think you know how long your friend Mr. Lee has wanted to have some big girl time with you." 

"Really?" I asked, wide eyed. Caitlin giggled again. 

"Kitten," said Mr. Lee, with a note of warning in his voice, "Is it a laughing matter when your daddy is talking to another little girl about having big girl time with her? You know you're going to have big girl time with Caroline's daddy soon too, don't you?"

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Here's the blurb:

When a picture Caroline took of her former students Mary and Angela after a spanking goes viral among the alumni of Caroline's school, it seems like Caroline's ageplay life with her husband George, and with Mary and Angela, could become embarrassingly public. With the help of her friend Caitlin, and fortified by a steamy weekend with George, Caitlin, and Joe in Bermuda, Caroline will have to get to the bottom of a mystery, while trying to find suitable ageplay partners for Mary and Angela. 

Luckily, Mary has met a young but supremely confident guy who calls her "young lady," and Caitlin has found a rich New York theater producer who may be a stern protector for Angela. But who was it who really posted that picture, and what will it take to get them to see that ageplay can be magical for adults wired that way?

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Naughtiness at a sleepover Caroline's Little Club

Readers of Caroline's Little Friends may remember the little party where Caroline met her new best friend Caitlin. In Caroline's Little Club, Caroline and George bring Mary and her new daddy Dan to the little party, which is played as a sleepover.

We little girls--eight of us in all--were sitting on the floor of the Jenkins' big family-room, technically watching The Little Mermaid, but really whispering to one another. We had popcorn and juice-boxes. The daddies and the mommies--there were six daddies and two mommies this time--just off to the side of us in the living room drank wine and cocktails, and had a lovely selection of Mediterranean hors-d'oeuvres. 

George came into the family room with a plate of grape-leaves, which he knew I loved, and made me kneel up so that he could feed me one from his hand. It felt cute, and it must have looked cute, too, for when George had left us littles alone again Mary said, next to me, "Oh, Mamma," and I said to her with a smile, "Call me Caroline, Mary." I gave her a hug, and then a little kiss. Mary seemed to melt under the kiss, and I heard Cailtin say, "Careful girls." 

Ria Jenkins, behind us, said, "Oooo. I'm telling." 

"Better not, Ria!" Caitlin said, turning to her.

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Here's the blurb:

When a picture Caroline took of her former students Mary and Angela after a spanking goes viral among the alumni of Caroline's school, it seems like Caroline's ageplay life with her husband George, and with Mary and Angela, could become embarrassingly public. With the help of her friend Caitlin, and fortified by a steamy weekend with George, Caitlin, and Joe in Bermuda, Caroline will have to get to the bottom of a mystery, while trying to find suitable ageplay partners for Mary and Angela. 

Luckily, Mary has met a young but supremely confident guy who calls her "young lady," and Caitlin has found a rich New York theater producer who may be a stern protector for Angela. But who was it who really posted that picture, and what will it take to get them to see that ageplay can be magical for adults wired that way?

A spanking pic goes viral #SatSpanks

The third book of my Caroline series, Caroline's Little Club, is out! Here's how it starts:

The trouble began at the end of August, with the posting online of a picture I had taken of Mary and Angela's punished backsides, by a fake account someone had given the name "Spank Mybottom." 

The caption read, "Professor, may we have another?" 

I took a picture every week, as Mary had asked me to do. By the third week (this was in June), I had added the detail of putting little whiteboards just below their bottoms to remind them why I had spanked and/or caned them. Before I punished them, I had them write on the whiteboards, in the third person, their promises to amend their conduct. I had hoped that to see those promises below their chastised bottoms, besides being frankly ultra-hot, might also keep them mindful when they looked at their pictures, of their need of continual improvement. In the photo posted, which came from our fourth session, at the end of June, the whiteboards read: 

Mary will get out of bed promptly at eight to work on her graduate school applications. Six strokes for laziness. 

and 

Angela will talk to her boyfriend about what she needs from their relationship. Six strokes for failure to assert herself.

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Here's the blurb:

When a picture Caroline took of her former students Mary and Angela after a spanking goes viral among the alumni of Caroline's school, it seems like Caroline's ageplay life with her husband George, and with Mary and Angela, could become embarrassingly public. With the help of her friend Caitlin, and fortified by a steamy weekend with George, Caitlin, and Joe in Bermuda, Caroline will have to get to the bottom of a mystery, while trying to find suitable ageplay partners for Mary and Angela. 

Luckily, Mary has met a young but supremely confident guy who calls her "young lady," and Caitlin has found a rich New York theater producer who may be a stern protector for Angela. But who was it who really posted that picture, and what will it take to get them to see that ageplay can be magical for adults wired that way?

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Two little girls, punished by each other's Daddies #SatSpanks

I loved writing Caroline and George's night with their new friends Caitlin and Joe. In the taxi on the way to Caitlin and Joe's apartment, the girls get into a little trouble because they don't want to tell their Daddies what they're talking about.

"Now, girls," said Mr. Lee, once our dresses were off, and we were over each other's Daddy's laps in only our panties, and those pulled down to our knees (Joe had complimented George on my cane-welts, which only stung a tiny bit now, after more than a week), "what was so funny in the car?" 

"It was only about my underwear, Daddy," said Caitlin. "I just told Caroline that I've been allowed to wear my panties lately." 

"Silly girl," said Mr. Lee, stroking my bottom as he spoke, "why didn't you just tell us?" 

"It's so embarrassing!" Caitlin replied. I wished I could see her, but Mr. Lee had set up two windsor chairs facing one another, and I had been made to go over his lap to the right, while Caitlin had gone over George's in the opposite direction. "A girl's panties are her private things, aren't they, Daddy?"

Needless to say, they're not private from her Daddy, in Caroline's and Caitlin's houses!

Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!

When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's ageplay relationship. 

Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in ageplay relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends. 

From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient?

Read all the Saturday Spankings!

Colonial Girls with lustful thoughts: Caroline's Little Friends

One of my favorite things about Caroline's Little Friends is the way Caroline and her new friend Caitlin play with "Colonial" Girl dolls. I think you can probably tell the kind of doll I mean. . .

The whole thing was bizarre and yet utterly wonderful; I had always been too self-conscious to try to play like a little when I was by myself, and I hadn't even confessed to George that one of the things I wanted to try was coloring and reading picture books and playing with dolls. Now, with the other girls doing it, it just seemed right to pick up a Colonial Girl doll (Prudence, my favorite) and brush her hair, and put her on her horse, Copper, so she could go for a ride. 

Another girl, Caitlin, said to me, shyly, "Can I play with you?" and I said, "Sure! Do you want Prudence and I'll go get Marianne?" but she said "No, that's OK--I'll get Marianne. Do you like Colonial Girl?" 

"Duh," I teased, and she laughed merrily. 

That was when I had my first inkling that I might like to kiss another girl. So many things that had lain dormant in me were being brought out by my ageplay with George that sometimes I didn't know whether the thoughts that came to my head, and sent tiny waves of arousal to my little-girl loins were really me, or somehow wakened falsely in me by the situation. Caitlin decided the question for me, because she gave me a peck on the cheek. 

"You're very pretty," she said. 

"So are you," I replied, taken aback but now knowing that I would probably like to kiss another girl, as long as it was Caitlin, who had beautiful flaming red hair and milk-white skin, and blue eyes. I shivered as her nipples brushed up against my upper arm, when she turned to get the Marianne doll. 

"Have you read the books?" she whispered. 

"Of course," I whispered back. 

"Prudence," she said in a wonderful posh British accent, "Miss Pemberley is waiting for us!" 

"Oh, Marianne," I replied, "I'm so sorry! I forgot!" Prudence came down off Copper, and went to lessons with her friend. 

"Prue," said Caitlin, "do you love me?" 

"Of course, Marianne." I giggled. 

"Do you ever. . ." I looked at Caitlin; she was blushing, and that made me blush. 

"What, Marianne?" 

"You know, in bed at night. . . do you ever think about me?" 

I giggled again. "Um, yes. . . sometimes. . . do you think about me?" I felt like I was flying.

 Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!

When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's age-play relationship.  

Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in age-play relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends.  

From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient? 

Big-girl time at the little party: Caroline's Little Friends #Taboo2sday

This post is part of a great new bloghop initiative from Raya Ezelle!

The funny thing about taboo is that although there are certain things (incest, bestiality, non-consent) that are held to be taboo by almost everyone, the concentric circles that radiate out from there grow and shrink according to the person. For my first contribution to Taboo Tuesday, I've therefore chosen something that is taboo, I think, for some, but not for others: the group-sex at the little party that Caroline and George go to. It's Caroline's first time doing something so kinky, but to the others at the party, it's clearly old hat.

The table was in the middle of a large variety of furniture, and in a certain sense it was more of a pedestal or a dais than a table, low enough that people seated around it could have a very fine view of anything that took place atop it: it was clear that what Caitlin was inviting me to do (in the guise of a command from my daddy), was to perform for the whole group. It was heavily padded, and there were cushions on it, all of it covered in an artificial leather that I imagined was easy to wipe down. As soon as we got down to the basement, Caitlin took my hand. 

"Do you want to?" she whispered. 

I swallowed. "I think so," I whispered back. I loved to act, and Caitlin was clearly a real actress. There was a part of me that was flying at the thought that I was about to be in a little girl sex-show. There was a stepstool so that we could climb onto the table. Caitlin went first, and she knelt there waiting for me. I climbed up, and knelt, facing her, panicking a little because I had no idea what to do.

Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!

When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's age-play relationship.  

Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in age-play relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends.  

From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient? 

Now go read all the other taboo posts, you wicked thing!

Seen getting a spanking, by her students: Caroline's Little Friends

I'm so excited about Caroline's Little Friends coming out that I'm just going to feature it, shamelessly, all week. Here's how it starts:

"You're making that up." 

"No, I swear. I was standing ten feet away. I couldn't move because once they'd started it would have been sooo embarrassing if they knew I was there--for them and for me!" 

"He seriously called her 'young lady'?" 

"I haven't even gotten to the good part." 

"What?" 

"He spanked her." 

"No!" 

"He said 'I can't let this go'--I guess she hadn't called him and he was worried, or something--and she said--get this--"Yes, Daddy." And then he bent her over the hood of the car, and pulled up her skirt. . ." 

The silence from the other girl (Angela Heathers, I was almost positive: black hair in a ballerina's bun, tall and willowy, dark eyes) spoke volumes. I pictured her mouth hanging open. 

My face felt as hot as the sun, as I sat, trapped in the toilet stall while they, just a few feet away, discussed my intimate life of ageplay with my husband. 

"And she was wearing these pink little-girl panties that--I'm just saying--were really hot in that wrong sort of way." 

It so happened that I was also wearing those same panties--George's favorites--right then. Indeed, they were currently around my knees. 

"Did he pull them down?" Another pause. "I mean" (was that embarrassment in Angela's voice?) "because. . . um. . ." 

The other voice (Mary McCall, I knew: blonde and petite) decided to help, "Because that would be hot. No--but it was still really incredible and. . ." Her voice dropped to a whisper that I couldn't hear. . . what was she saying? 

Angela giggled. "No, no," she said, "I would have, too." Had Mary just confessed that seeing me spanked had gotten her wet?

Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!

When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's age-play relationship.  

Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in age-play relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends.  

From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient? 

The little party: Caroline's Little Friends #SatSpanks

Caroline's Little Friends comes out today! Warning: intense ageplay.

As you know if you've read Caroline's Rocking Horse, I had read more than my fair share of erotica; I had even watched rather a good deal of porn before George and I started watching things together a few months previous. Also, we little girls had all been playing together, naked, our hairless little pussies and our little breasts and our little bottoms visible to our daddies and one another, for more than an hour. 

Part of me thinks that all of that together should have prepared me for what happened next at the little party. On the other hand, I don't think one can ever prepare oneself adequately for that kind of thing, so as Mr. Jenkins undid his belt buckle I felt real fear growing inside my tummy. "Pretty Caroline," he said to me, "I'm afraid that, as a new little girl here, you have to have the first spanking." I looked at my Daddy, and he nodded. "Come over here and lay yourself over this hassock. Your Daddy tells me you've been naughty."

Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!

When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's ageplay relationship. 

Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in ageplay relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends. 

From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient?

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The dirtiest of the dirty: Caroline's Little Friends

Herewith, an excerpt and a cover. In Caroline's Little Friends, Caroline and George meet a very compatible couple, Caitlin and Joe, at a kinky ageplay party, and in this excerpt they've gone to stay with them. Caroline and Caitlin are having a sleepover. Warning: intense ageplay.

I put my own hand down, and I held her little bottom. "Its so strange," I said, through a kiss from her.  

"Do you want to stop?"  

"No... I mean..." I kissed her back. "It's been so long since I didn't just follow George's orders in bed." She kissed me. "I mean, I love that." She kissed me. I kissed her.  

"I know," Caitlin said. "It's the best, right?"  

"But... I mean... I love this, too, and it's not... vanilla."  

"Definitely not." She kissed me; I worked my middle finger into her bottom and poked, playfully. She mewed like a kitten.  

"Kitten," I whispered. "Definitely not vanilla."  

"Do you love anal as much as I do?" she whispered, even softer.  

I nodded.  

"Is your Daddy's come leaking out now?" She didn't wait for an answer, but put her fingers there. I buried my face in her chest as she said, "Oooh, yes, it is. I love that so much."  

"Me too," I confessed to her breasts. "But it's soooo dirty, isn't it?"  

"Well, yes," she giggled. "But that's why we do this, right? We're the dirtiest of the dirty." 

"But we pretend so well!"  

"Why do you think I'm an actress? Why do you think you are, too?" At lunch George and I had told them the story of how we had met as college-actors.

Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!

"When Caroline overhears two of her former students, Mary and Angela, talking about how they saw her getting a spanking from her husband, George, the stage is set for a new phase of Caroline and George's ageplay relationship. 

Using experiences gained from new friendships with couples in ageplay relationships, Caroline and George will travel deeper into their taboo fantasies in an attempt to help Caroline's students and to deepen their own connection to each other and to their new friends. 

From a "little party" where Caroline and her new "little" friend Caitlin play Colonial Girl dolls, to a steamy weekend with Caitlin and her husband Joe in New York City, Caroline and George find new ways to satisfy each other's longings. At the same time, Caroline finds herself drawn to Caitlin in a way she never imagined. In the end, will Caroline decide that, even though she is first and foremost her husband's little girl, she can take on the responsibility of helping Mary and Angela realize their own fantasies? Will her new friendship with Caitlin help her discover what it means to take the upper hand with someone, while still remaining obedient?

The wet sock: Winter Spanks!

 

This was my contribution to Winter Spanks, a wonderful blog hop brought to you by Spanking Romance Reviews & The Saturday Spankings Blog!

Welcome to my contribution to Winter Spanks! Many thanks to the wonderful organizers of this hop for their incredible hard work on such an enormous undertaking! I'm offering a copy of EXPLORATIONS: A Companion to the Series, Volume 1 to a random commenter who answers the question at the end of the little story.

I want to share a miniature parergon (sidework) to Caroline's Rocking Horse, the ageplay story that just came out from Blushing Books. The book is in part about winter holiday wishes: as an English professor who believes very strongly in the power of the imagination to help us live our dreams and fantasies, Caroline Dawkins has a great many things to say about the meaning of winter. Specifically, she has a lot to say about what it means to her as a grown-up who likes to pretend to be a little girl, and who gets spanked by her Daddy--that is, her husband George Lane.

"Caroline," George said, rubbing my shoulder gently to rouse me from my slumber, "little Caroline. . . wake up, sweetie." I could tell from the warmth of his voice that he had something nice to tell me, and so I smiled, with my eyes still closed. George rewarded me with a soft, chaste kiss that tasted of coffee. 

I opened my eyes, and looked into his handsome face, already shaved and ready for the office. 

"Good morning, Daddy," I said, trying to make my voice as loving as his had been.  

George stroked my cheek. I saw him cast his eyes down to my demure white nightgown with the lace trim, and I smiled even wider when I realized that I could read his mind, and that what he really wanted to do was climb back into bed, turn me on my side, raise the nightgown, and spend a long time doing the Daddy things that he likes to do with his little girl--the ones that I'm not supposed to like, since I'm a very modest girl, but I can't help enjoying anyway. 

His eyes returned to mine, and I watched the corner of his mouth turn up to let me know that he knew that I knew that he would much rather be making me make very grown-up sounds while he had his paternal way with me than heading into the office. 

"It snowed last night," he said. 

"Really?!" I said. "Can't you stay home?" 

"No, sweetheart, but I'll try to get away early. Have fun in the snow--just please make sure you don't get your socks wet when you're playing." 

I looked at him in complete confusion. "I'll try to stay nice and warm, but how could I possibly keep them completely dry?" 

"I don't know, young lady, but I can assure you that if I find a single wet sock, someone's going to get a spanking tonight." His eyes twinkled. 

"Oh, Daddy!" I said. "That's not fair!" I pouted theatrically, thinking about where I would leave the wet sock, after I was done shoveling the walk, throwing snowballs at trees, and making lovely, perfect, grown-up snow-angels.

Question: where do you think Caroline left the wet sock, and what do you think George did when he found it?

What Sophia and Caroline have in common: The Count's Discipline and Caroline's Rocking Horse

The vicissitudes of the publishing world meant that I released two books, Caroline's Rocking Horse and The Count's Discipline, within a week of one another. Ostensibly, though both are spanking books, they lie in completely different sub-genres: ageplay and historical respectively.

Releasing them so close together, though, has made me think about the similarities in my two narrator-heroines: Sophia, orphan daughter of a prostitute in the 11th Century, and Caroline, privileged academic in the 21st. One similarity came immediately to mind, of course: they both long to submit to men who seem not just protective and dominant, but also wise and kind.

Here's how it is for Sophia, who begs Count Robert, renowned for spanking all the women of a captured castle, to spank her, too:

"My lord, I beg of you. Please show me that I have come into your service in very fact. I have dishonored you with my ingratitude and my resentment of your bringing me to Lourcy." 

"That is not at all what I have heard of your conduct, Sophia." 

"I have not shown it. I know I have not. But I shall. Such things I wish to say to Lady Agnes, and to Lady Ermengilde, and even to your lady wife. Such things as should make the devil carry me away to his burning lake. Save me, my lord! I beg of you: chastise me with your loving hand and I know I shall be better able to keep my serpent's whore-tongue inside my mouth." I began to weep. 

"Sophia of Rouen! Never call yourself a whore!" He strode around his table, and towards me, and suddenly he was holding me firmly by the shoulders. But I could not look at him, and I struggled as I wept. "Sophia, listen to me." His voice was a low growl, now, like the snarl of a faithful dog who knows he must protect his flock in face of wolves. This wolf was the idea of my non-existence, but it was nonetheless a wolf: it wanted to devour me, and Robert stood squarely in its path. 

I still struggled. I felt that I was ten again, and now at last I was going to escape back into the streets of Rouen, to flee from this terrible world into which the count had, with his awful mercy, seduced me. I would be nothing again, and I wished to be nothing. 

But suddenly the count's left arm was around my waist, and he was bending down for some reason, and his right hand was lifting my gown and my chemise together, whose hems he was gathering into his left hand at my waist. 

And then Robert the Monster, Count of Gassein, spanked me, with his open hand, for the very first time. I knew from the moment I heard the sharp sound, and felt the sting, that I had been reclaimed, but now my mind echoed his own words: at what cost?

And here's how it is for Caroline, realizing that her husband George can be the fantasy Daddy for whom she has longed, and whom she has imagined so many times as she pleasured herself--in which act he has just caught her:

"I'm going to raise your nightgown now, Caroline," he said. "Girls who have played with their panties down must learn to take their punishment with their panties down." 

I couldn't help it; I moaned. There was something about the direction his performance was going that made me think things were about to get even hotter. A paternal note was creeping into his words. 

"Caroline," he said, "you should be ashamed of yourself. What is that wanton sound I just heard from you?" He raised the hem of my nightgown and placed it on the small of my back, laying open before him my panty-clad bottom. "Little girls in flowered cotton panties should not make that kind of sound, should they?" 

Then it happened. Without forethought, I said, "No, Daddy." 

There was a long silence. Then George said in a thick voice, "Daddies sometimes have to spank their little girls don't they?" 

"Yes, Daddy," I replied. 

We were through the looking glass. I waited with commingled trepidation and arousal for his next command. Surely my new daddy would know what to do next.

Also, they both masturbate a lot, I suppose, and like to be punished for it. I can't think where they get that particular trait. 

Nutcracker erotica: Caroline's Rocking Horse #SatSpanks

Warning: this snippet contains intense ageplay.

Yes, it's sin against Hoffman and Tchaikovsky. But it was so fun to write. I've always imagined that when Clara is dreaming about her nutcracker-prince, she changes into a grown-up, with very grown-up desires. 

. . . No one could hear the things that George was saying to me under his breath all the way through the ballet, and during the intermission, and during the lovely dinner we had afterwards. He said terrible things about Clara and her Nutcracker-Prince: about what he thought the prince wanted to do to Clara, and how she would have to let him do whatever he wanted to her, or else he wouldn't bring her back home. 

My Daddy described in minute detail what had happened in the gondola of the balloon, when it was out of view of the audience: how the prince had raised Clara's little dress and ripped open her little drawers, unable to wait for a more civilized occasion to enjoy his little paramour. How Clara cried out when she felt the prince entering her; how above the clouds he had tasted her young sex, and had given her a blissful feeling she had never imagined. 

When we returned to the hotel, I was so aroused that I was having great difficulty maintaining the appearance of a modest little girl. I wanted to grab my husband and enjoy him myself, in gratitude for his delicious torment of me. Indeed I went so far as to take his hand, which I knew was now an action forbidden to me, since it was a sign of forwardness. He growled, "Young lady," in such a menacing tone that I gave up the idea at once, dropped his hand and folded my hands in front of me with my eyes downcast.

(It's what I'm sure you can guess comes next that makes it a good snippet for Saturday Spankings: think dress up, panties down, in an elevator.)

The blurb (buy the book here!):

Caroline Dawkins is a professor of English who has never confessed her age-play and spanking fantasies to her husband, George Lane, a corporate attorney. After George comes home one night and finds Caroline pleasuring herself, over the course of an extraordinary month Caroline and George utterly transform their erotic life together in the pattern of those taboo fantasies. 

From the lovely, degrading preparation and inspection of Caroline's charms, to the dark erotic practices she never thought she would get to try, George and Caroline taste the forbidden delights of age-play and connect emotionally as they never imagined they could.

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Knowing you've found your fantasy-partner: Caroline's Rocking Horse

One of my favorite moments from my new ageplay release, Caroline's Rocking Horse, is when Caroline, who's convinced herself that her husband George was only pretending to be into ageplay the first time they did it, realizes that he actually is the fantasy-partner of whom she's always dreamed. Would that we all could be so lucky!

"You can forget about that act, George. I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work." 

That made him furious, I could see, in turn. Really furious? Or acting furious? Shit, I realized, he was never that good an actor, was he? My reason was beginning to wonder if maybe it shouldn't have been so hasty. 

"Call. Me. Daddy," he said, quietly, precisely, and with the air of one who is about to put his hand around your throat. 

I felt my eyes go wide and my heart start to pound wildly. 

"Daddy," I whispered. 

He began to come towards me. As he did so, he actually began to slap the belt in his right hand across the palm of his left to emphasize his words. The gesture did nothing for my sangfroid.

The blurb (buy the book here!):

Caroline Dawkins is a professor of English who has never confessed her age-play and spanking fantasies to her husband, George Lane, a corporate attorney. After George comes home one night and finds Caroline pleasuring herself, over the course of an extraordinary month Caroline and George utterly transform their erotic life together in the pattern of those taboo fantasies.  

From the lovely, degrading preparation and inspection of Caroline's charms, to the dark erotic practices she never thought she would get to try, George and Caroline taste the forbidden delights of age-play and connect emotionally as they never imagined they could.