Little Lady Jane- Sale!

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To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. – David Viscot

Little Lady Jane is a unique tale of love, pain, discipline, and trust that extends across the globe. From the hard, gray lines of Victorian England to the colorful magic and mystery of India, this story unfolds with the opening of the ancient Indian book of sex – the Kama Sutra

Jane Foster, the ward and fiancee of Marquis Philip de Courtier, never knew how the forbidden book stolen from Philip’s library would change both of their lives. For hours, she would sit on the garden swing and secretly study the pictures illustrating the ancient text. She longed to be like the beautiful, sensual women who twisted their bodies into works of art; anything other than Philip’s Little girl who needed guidance, rules, and discipline demanded by high society.

It was easy for Jane to call him “Papa”. She had teasingly done so for years; but as an adult, she discovered that the term came with a price- bare bottom spankings for breaking his rules. And Jane made certain to break plenty! Her rebellion grew every time he left her alone in the cold, dark manor. Rebellion that turned to resentment.

But, neither knew that the words in the Kama Sutra had taken root in their hearts- Philip through the teachings of his friend, the Raja; and Jane, through the stolen moments with her book. When he returned from latest trip to India, Jane found the confidence to express her needs. The cries of her heart were heard and, on that fateful night, Philip’s Little Janie was (temporarily) transformed into his Lady Jane.

But Jane had a secret. One she was afraid would repel Philip and make him change his mind about making her his wife. She found new friends within the Palace walls of the Raja and his family, and they helped her accept her secret with pride. She learned quickly that as much as Little Janie was loved by “Papa”, Lady Jane was the center of his heart and the desire of his body. She also discovered that as painful as his loving discipline was, the sexual satisfaction was even greater. Like the positions on the Kama Sutra, nothing was left for the imagination.

The fictional story of Little Lady Jane encompasses the essence of the Kama Sutra in a real life scenario, and shows how possible true transformation (in the heart, mind, spirit and body) can be achieved, even the stringent society of Victorian England. The sensuality and sexuality of India replaces the rigid rules and uncompromising dictates of Victorian society, and a story of passion, pain, adventure, and sexual awakening blooms from the depths, like the lotus flower arises out of the darkness of a muddy pond.

 Regularly priced at $4.99, but on sale this week for a special “flashback” sale of $2.99 until this Saturday, October 31st. 

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Feelings and Emotions: Arrrgh!

Hello my lovelies,

How is everyone?

I have a query for all of you and would welcome your input. I was doing a session with one of my subbies, a very sweet newbie. She was not in serious trouble but it was a phone session. It was for a behavior I do not like.

You see, in phone sessions, the subbie cannot fake anything. I hear it all. The self spanks are always much harder and longer.

The session went as usual, and after she was forgiven with hugs I signed off. Later I get an email saying, she was upset and felt angry during the session. Mostly, wanting to cuss and be defiant, even though she did not act that way. She could not understand why she felt like this and was feeling very guilty, as all subs do. She’s very obedient, especially for a newbie, so this is way out of character.

What do you think?

I have a theory… I think a lot of subbies will push, newbies especially but even experienced subs, (Bree still pushes me on occasion). The reason this happens is that they want to know nothing has changed. Security and trust comes from consistency, so if I call them on it it seems all is good and balanced even though they get spanked and whine about how mean I am.

I also asked one of my more experienced subbies what she thought. She’s very smart and intuitive so her take was a bit different. She thought that as an independent woman used to being in control it’s a hard adjustment sometimes. So when you are in a session being disciplined you obviously have no control and sometimes that switch clicks and you just want even a little control. You get defiant or angry or you act out, even knowing there are consequences, because it gives you a little control, if only for a few minutes.

Have any of you gone through this? I know my subbies have. What do you think?

D/s is very powerful is it not?

Be good, or else…

SJ

The Search

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“The intricate patterns woven into the tapestries of time are not always to be understood, but to be accepted as just being. The truth serves to illuminate the enlightened and destroy the deeds of the wicked, and know always that there are those who will silence it. My hope for mankind is to learn from the past to better the future and that people become wise to the power of their lies, and not be fooled as those who were fooled before…” ~ The Master of Salem; Robert Calef, PhD. Salem, MA 2015

Destiny Calef has two great passions in her life: her handsome and incredibly sexy professor husband, Robert, and serving the truth of history – particularly that of the world-renowned, infamous witch trials of Salem, Massachusetts.

Granted as part of their research stipend, the couple moves into the old Downing farm, the former residence of the accused witch, John Proctor. It is there where Destiny’s dreams become nightmares, and she is plagued by a recurring vision that occurs at the exact same time of 3:33 a.m. There is no escape from the images that haunt her mind, and no answers with regards to their purpose. Her only hope lies in finding a clue hidden in Robert’s secret library that is locked in the basement’s vault. But Robert refuses to give her the key…

Curiosity and desperation get the better of her and Destiny defies Robert’s orders to steer clear of his library. In that room, she discovers the truth about her husband’s troubled past and his incredible secret… one which will not only turn her life upside down, but will lead to her standing face-to-face with one of history’s most manipulative and notorious accusers of witchcraft, the Reverend Samuel Parris himself. This was a man who was known to get what he wanted, no matter the cost, and the portrait painted by history was nothing compared to his true evil and selfish nature.

Time has brought Destiny to 17th century Salem for a reason, but there are rules regarding changing the course of events, and severe consequences when these rules are broken. Destiny soon discovers that the kinky role-play games she and Robert enjoy enacting in the bedroom are child’s play compared to the harsh deliverance of penance in colonial life. She also learns that things written in the history books are not always the truth, and makes it her mission to not only save innocent lives from the clutches of Samuel Parris, but to let everyone in the future know that what is written is not always the truth.

Author’s Note: I started this piece as a historian, following the treasure map of documents and accountings of the infamous 1692 Witch Trials of Salem. What I discovered between the pages of history were the specters of truth lost in the kaleidoscope of time and concealed in the shadows of those who hungered for power and property. This is not about ghosts, witches or the paranormal as I had originally supposed, given my fascination of the subject matter, rather a love story that stood the test of time. A man and woman of flesh and blood, and how their trust, love and sacrifice broke the chains of evil. Now revealed, I offer that truth to you and pray that your eyes are open to that which is, not that which is desired. ~ Servant of Salem

Except for a tiny beam of light coming from the small basement window, sunlight failed to touch the dark stone walls of the cellar.  She carefully picked her way down the poorly lit, steep, narrow stairs to a heavy antique door and rattled the handle. The massive iron lock required an equally large skeleton key, so she scanned the immaculately clean room for traces of disturbed dirt, dust, and signs of use.  Finding only a broken analog watch with a calendar feature tucked under the window sill high in the corner, she was reminded that time grew short.  If the key wasn’t found quickly, she would be forced to wait for another rare opportunity to be home alone.

Finally, the item was discovered in the crevice of a worm-eaten wood shelf and she quickly entered the office, switched on the light, and shut the door firmly behind her. Before her were stacks of ancient books, artifacts, and period clothing. Picking up a pair of boots, she studied them with confusion. They appeared to be hand stitched, but were so well preserved! Likewise, the men’s breeches, stocking, shirts, and jacket appeared to be homespun, hand stitched, and fairly new. Where did Robert get these amazingly crafted forgeries and why? Did he like to dress in costume when he researched and was too embarrassed to tell her? The technique was not unheard of, and many writers used it to enter into the headspace of the study, but it just would have been nice to know. Having never seen these particular pieces before, she quickly eliminated the possibility that the clothing was for when they role-played when having sex.

Glancing at her watch, she calculated that there was only one more hour to search. Not knowing where to begin, she sat at his desk and opened the drawer on her right.  A sepia photograph of beautiful pilgrim girl of about six or seven years old fell to the floor, and she quickly picked it up to examine it. The child’s features were very much like Roberts! Who was she? She could not be the rumored love child of Tituba and the original Robert Calef, could she? Destiny shook her head, reminding herself to think clearly. Besides the fact that the child was missing the more prominent exotic features of the slave and had long, blond hair (which would be genetically unlikely), the simple fact remained that cameras would not be invented for another two hundred years. She looked closer, amazed at the quality of the settings. Perhaps she was just an actress and Robert liked the photo because of his obsession with the Colonial period?

“What are you doing in here?” Robert’s voice caused her to spin in the chair, the photo still in her hand.

“You’re home?”

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No Interruptions #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings

This week we have a brand new historical romance to share with you, Servant of Salem. Follow Destiny and Robert as they discover the truths about Salem and those involved in the Witch Trials. Make sure to check out what the other amazing author’s have shared over at the Saturday Spankings Blog.

Servant of Salem

“The intricate patterns woven into the tapestries of time are not always to be understood, but to be accepted as just being. The truth serves to illuminate the enlightened and destroy the deeds of the wicked, and know always that there are those who will silence it. My hope for mankind is to learn from the past to better the future and that people become wise to the power of their lies, and not be fooled as those who were fooled before…” ~ The Master of Salem; Robert Calef, PhD. Salem, MA 2015

Destiny Calef has two great passions in her life: her handsome and incredibly sexy professor husband, Robert, and serving the truth of history – particularly that of the world-renowned, infamous witch trials of Salem, Massachusetts.

Granted as part of their research stipend, the couple moves into the old Downing farm, the former residence of the accused witch, John Proctor. It is there where Destiny’s dreams become nightmares, and she is plagued by a recurring vision that occurs at the exact same time of 3:33 a.m. There is no escape from the images that haunt her mind, and no answers with regards to their purpose. Her only hope lies in finding a clue hidden in Robert’s secret library that is locked in the basement’s vault. But Robert refuses to give her the key…

Curiosity and desperation get the better of her and Destiny defies Robert’s orders to steer clear of his library. In that room, she discovers the truth about her husband’s troubled past and his incredible secret… one which will not only turn her life upside down, but will lead to her standing face-to-face with one of history’s most manipulative and notorious accusers of witchcraft, the Reverend Samuel Parris himself. This was a man who was known to get what he wanted, no matter the cost, and the portrait painted by history was nothing compared to his true evil and selfish nature.

Time has brought Destiny to 17th century Salem for a reason, but there are rules regarding changing the course of events, and severe consequences when these rules are broken. Destiny soon discovers that the kinky role-play games she and Robert enjoy enacting in the bedroom are child’s play compared to the harsh deliverance of penance in colonial life. She also learns that things written in the history books are not always the truth, and makes it her mission to not only save innocent lives from the clutches of Samuel Parris, but to let everyone in the future know that what is written is not always the truth.

Author’s Note: I started this piece as a historian, following the treasure map of documents and accountings of the infamous 1692 Witch Trials of Salem. What I discovered between the pages of history were the specters of truth lost in the kaleidoscope of time and concealed in the shadows of those who hungered for power and property. This is not about ghosts, witches or the paranormal as I had originally supposed, given my fascination of the subject matter, rather a love story that stood the test of time. A man and woman of flesh and blood, and how their trust, love and sacrifice broke the chains of evil. Now revealed, I offer that truth to you and pray that your eyes are open to that which is, not that which is desired. ~ Servant of Salem

Now that we have established that you are going to be working for me, I must warn you. I hate being interrupted.  It’s distorts my thinking process and…”

“It’s good for you. It builds character.” She interrupted with a smirk.

Robert growled. “I promise that if you ever interrupt one of my lectures again, I’ll put that little backside of yours over my knee and give you a spanking that will keep you from sitting for a week, got it?”

“A week? Is that the best you can do?”

“You’re really pushing for that, aren’t you?” He caught the look in her eye.

She grinned. “Me? Push? Besides, you wouldn’t dare…”

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