This week I am so pleased to welcome Renee Rose to Mojo Monday! She is such a wonderful author. So talented and funny. We just love her. So thanks Renee for joining us here today. If you want to read more from Renee, take a trip over to her blog. Always something fun and hot going on over there. Welcome Renee!
Embracing your Kink
Thank you to Bree for inviting me to Mojo Monday! It’s an honor to hang out with the Grand Dame of spanking. For those of you who don’t know me, I came out of the closet as a spanko less than a year ago, after I published my first spanking romance.
Remember the Langston Hughes poem about a dream deferred? I have a theory about a kink deferred. I think a kink turned inward on itself–an unexpressed kink, or unaccepted kink—festers just like that dream. I let mine fester for far too long before I asked for what I wanted (a spanking. Or two. Or 500!) Only then did I finally start to understand that I wasn’t “weird,” that submission could be empowering, and that expressing myself sexually was something I should not have neglected.
I think that the occasional “creepy” blog comment that comes in in spankoville is from someone who is living in shame of their kink. It causes a strange vibe. Who knows, maybe sex crimes wouldn’t exist if people would just ASK for what they wanted and feel okay about asking. Rape fantasies can be acted out with willing partners, spankings can be had with safe words. Age play can heal childhood traumas for both participants.
But I’m not saying that fetish/kink comes from a place of loss or trauma. I’m not a spanko because I got spanked too much as a kid or not enough, or because my daddy didn’t love me as much as I wanted him to. I just came into this world with a lust for the spank. I love the thrill of the power exchange, the vulnerability of trusting my man to be in charge and take me to a place of pain. It’s not something that requires curing though unconditional love. It’s something that requires spanking for orgasmic fantasy fulfillment!
I blur the lines between discipline and sex a lot in my books. By the end, one or both of the characters will admit to liking spanking– and the intimacy forged between the characters through spanking will ultimately be what brings them together as a couple. In my latest western spanking romance, The Devil of Whiskey Row, the prostitutes at Daddy Diggs’ brothel joke that spanking is Daddy Diggs’ substitute for sex. He’s not in denial about the satisfaction he gets from disciplining his “girls”.
Here’s a very short excerpt:
He could hear her ragged breathing, but she hadn’t uttered any cries or whimpers, nor had she pleaded for him to stop. He rubbed her bottom lightly. It was perfectly shaped, like two round orbs—the firm muscle offering a satisfying, springy target. He didn’t know how Smoochy had disciplined Cora, but he imagined it was far more brutal than spanking.
Jake loved to spank. He loved the act of spanking and he loved that his girls submitted willingly to his discipline—even seemed to crave it as attention from him. Spanking was not overly painful, but it was humbling for the recipient. For the disciplinarian, it was an act of dominance, a declaration of power.
Since he hadn’t achieved her submission, he worked the dominance angle with Cora, spreading her cheeks and pressing his middle finger to the entrance of her anus. She stiffened like a board, squeezing her cheeks together tightly and lifting her torso horizontal to the floor. He applied several hard slaps to the back of her thighs, this time eliciting a tiny squeak.
“Cora,” he said gently, “you agreed to my rules, you agreed to my discipline.”
She shook her head rapidly. “No!” she gasped.
The Devil of Whiskey Row
Forced by miserable circumstance to work in a gold rush brothel, Cora Underhill hates what her life has become. When a fire sweeps through her workplace, she welcomes death as an end to it all. But then Jake Diggory crashes through her window for an unwelcome rescue, offering her shelter and a paid position at his establishment. She accepts, in spite of Jake’s fearsome reputation as ‘The Devil Diggory’, and soon sees another side to Jake–the firm but caring side of him which led his girls to name him ‘Daddy Diggs’.
Life at Daddy Diggs’ is an entirely new experience for Cora. Jake has strict rules which he backs up with over the knee discipline, but he will not tolerate any mistreatment of his girls and he can go from playing beautiful music on a piano to defending them with his bare fists. The strangest thing of all, however, is the fact that every girl at Daddy Diggs’ swears that Jake has never slept with her, or with any other woman for that matter, since his fiancée’s death back in Ireland fifteen years ago.
Cora attempts to emulate the other prostitutes at Daddy Diggs’, who enjoy making money, holding power over men and even the act of sex, but she still finds no pleasure in the company of men–until the day she inadvertently arouses the passion of The Devil Diggory. His fierce lovemaking thaws some frozen part of her, but it seems Jake is only attracted to her because she resembles his dead fiancée. Confused by his new feelings for Cora and guilt over his broken vow of celibacy, Jake pushes Cora away. Can he come to terms with his past and claim Cora for his own, or will his grief keep them apart forever?
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Renee Rose, erotic romance author, did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romanceBetrothed. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism. She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be. Visit her blog at http://www.reneeroseromance.com and join the conversation!
She can also be found on: Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads
Thank you, Terpsichore! You’re so right!
Very nicely said, Renee. Thank-you for sharing. Yes, I feel I was born with this desire as well and kept hidden for many years. Once embraced, though, there is no going back… 🙂
Thanks, Katherine!
very well spoken, Renee.
OMG– those elephants!!!! I’m dying! Too funny! Thank you so much for hosting me today, Bree!!