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Wow, time flies when your having fun. This week for Sat Spanks we are bringing back and oldie but a goodie. Lost and Found. Don’t remember this story? Well, here is the publishers description.

Lost and Found

Lance Callahan, MD, is known to his hospital staff as a man with a heart of gold. When a young woman is brought in with a gunshot wound and severe post-traumatic amnesia, Lance is just the man to care for her. No one knows who she is, where she’s from, or why she was left to perish in the unforgiving desert. Even her name, Noelle, is known to Lance only from an inscription on a necklace found in her pocket.

In his effort to help Noelle, Lance determines that due to the trauma she has suffered, the young woman requires retraining to become age-appropriate in all of her activities. Her little girl persona further shocks him when she suddenly claims him as her “Daddy.”

With nowhere else for her to go, Lance turns to his close-knit family for help, and Noelle suddenly finds herself with a new aunt and two new uncles, along with more love than she can handle. She quickly learns that there are some very specific rules in the Callahan home, for both Daddy’s little girl and Lance’s big girl, and that the consequences for breaking the rules include a very red and sore bottom!

Questions remain about Noelle’s past, and as the mystery of her origins slowly unravels, it becomes clear that Noelle has a very special secret of her own… a secret that could tear apart everything she’s learned to love, including the joy of being lost and then found by a man who’s given his heart to her.

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(This passage occurs between Alan, Lance’s older brother and his wife. Alan has had enough of her attitude!)

Alan stood, “Come to me, Margaret.”
Maggie obeyed, trembling as she stood in front of her tall, well-muscled husband. He lifted her chin to face him.
“I love you. I want you to be all you were meant to be, and a mean-spirited, rude brat is not who you are. Bring me the strap.”
Maggie felt tears coming as she walked into the large closet and pulled the antique leather razor strap off the hook on the far wall. She picked up the bottle of oil and the soft cloth and handed it all to him.
“Oil it, Margart,” he ordered, arms crossed.

Sound good? Well check out the excerpt and then when you are finished, don’t forget to head over the the sat spanks blog to check out the other great authors excerpts. Thanks! Have a warm and snuggly weekend.

 

 

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Saturday Spanks!

 

Saturday Spankings

 

It’s that time of the week again! Time for Sat Spanks! This week we are bringing you an oldie but a goodie…Lost And Found. So enjoy the excerpt then head on over to the Sat Spanks blog to check out some other great excerpts. And enjoy your Saturday!

 

 

 

Lost and Found

 

 

Lance Callahan, MD, is known to his hospital staff as a man with a heart of gold. When a young woman is brought in with a gunshot wound and severe post-traumatic amnesia, Lance is just the man to care for her. No one knows who she is, where she’s from, or why she was left to perish in the unforgiving desert. Even her name, Noelle, is known to Lance only from an inscription on a necklace found in her pocket.In his effort to help Noelle, Lance determines that due to the trauma she has suffered, the young woman requires retraining to become age-appropriate in all of her activities. Her little girl persona further shocks him when she suddenly claims him as her “Daddy.”

With nowhere else for her to go, Lance turns to his close-knit family for help, and Noelle suddenly finds herself with a new aunt and two new uncles, along with more love than she can handle. She quickly learns that there are some very specific rules in the Callahan home, for both Daddy’s little girl and Lance’s big girl, and that the consequences for breaking the rules include a very red and sore bottom!

Questions remain about Noelle’s past, and as the mystery of her origins slowly unravels, it becomes clear that Noelle has a very special secret of her own… a secret that could tear apart everything she’s learned to love, including the joy of being lost and then found by a man who’s given his heart to her.

Publisher’s Note: Lost and Found is an erotic novel that includes non-consensual spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, STRONG & SEXUAL AGE PLAY ELEMENTS, and more. Very hot! If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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“Oh, I have lots of suggestions. She would have never gotten away with this with either Alan or me. You know that. Have you ever asked her why?”

“No. Kathy? So why don’t you defy your brothers like you do me?”

“I love you more.”

“Answer the man correctly, Katherine,” her older brother ordered sternly.

Kathy wrinkled her nose and snuggled against her husband’s broad chest, “They scared me because they were so big and mean.”

“You want this type of helper to care for a little, lost girl with amnesia? Are you sure?” Todd asked, his arm around his wife’s waist.

“Without a doubt. Nevertheless, she still did not answer you. Tell him Katherine, or this time, I will show him.”

“You’re such a bully! Todd, those Neanderthal Baboons spanked me! Unbelievable, right?”

“Neanderthal Baboons? I think you just invented some kind of cross species, my darling. Spanked you? Like on the bare bottom?” Todd pretended not to know this fact and enjoyed Kathy’s embarrassed scowl as her brother grinned, playing along.

“Yep. She got her bare bottom paddled almost weekly by either Alan or myself. It was the only way to keep her in line. When the folks left on their business trips, she managed to get into every sort of trouble she could. And boy, she could put up a fuss! Screamed like she was being murdered, especially when Alan used the wooden spoon on her little butt. I lost count as to how many of those spoons were broken over her behind. We finally moved on to using a nice wooden paddle that she hasn’t managed to break yet.”

“You really don’t need to be putting this garbage in his mind, Lance Callahan. Excuse me, I have dinner to finish,” Kathy said, stomping off in a huff and completely discomfited.

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Saturday Spankings-Readers Pick from Anieokly

 

Saturday Spankings

This week for Saturday Spankings, I was doing what I usually do. Sitting here panicking because duck!!! I forgot to write the blog post for Saturday Spankings. Again! Nothing like waiting until the last moment, huh? So I was talking to Anieokly and she suggested readers choice this week. Well, sounds good to me! So her choice is her favorite book Lost and Found. She couldn’t decide two of her favorite parts of the book so I figured, what the heck, and put them both up. So enjoy! And don’t forget to stop over at the Saturday Spankings blog to check out all of the other authors blogs. Click on the book cover to link to Blushing Books to purchase, or Amazon.

 

 

Lost and Found

Lost and Found

 

From Ch 8

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. “This is to stay in until I am done. Maybe you’ll think twice before you say anything mean to, or about, anyone else again.”

Maggie gagged. Despite the lovely scent, the French milled soap tasted far worse than she thought it would! Alan aggravated things by changing the strap for his paddle. It was not the small, oval paddle he used on his daughters, rather the one he made specifically for his wayward wife. It was long, wide and thick, with holes drilled spelling the word ‘Maggie’ against the surface. He had only used it on her once before, when she had told him where he could put his cock. And it had not been said seductively.

Maggie started begging, her mouth filled with soap. The music was peaking and she knew that he would not stop until the symphony was complete. She screamed into the pillow as the paddle impacted solidly across her already bruised flesh. She could feel welts pop up instantly. Guilt overwhelmed her when she realized how much her juvenile behavior had hurt him

 

 

From Ch 11

 

“No Bunny tonight. You are a big girl and will be disciplined like a big girl. I’m reminding you that you requested this, so I don’t want to hear any complaining.”

“Yes, Lance. I’m really sorry.”

“Stand up and turn around.”

Noelle obeyed, turning her back to Lance. He unzipped her dress and peeled it down to the floor.

“Step out of your dress, Noelle,” she held his shoulder as he removed the dress from under her feet and tossed it aside. He walked around her as she stood in her shoes, bra and panties. Lance knelt to remove her shoes, glancing up into her face to see her reaction. None yet. She was used to him dressing and undressing her as Daddy.

Standing in front of her, he lifted her chin to face him, then reached behind to unsnap her bra, pulling it slowly away. “Don’t hide from me. Put your arms down,” he ordered. He ran his hand slowly across her breasts, gently touching her left nipple. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes.

“Keep your eyes open, Noelle.” He hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and skimmed them down to her ankles, lifting each foot to free her from the material. She stood naked in front of him, the vision of perfection.

“Lean over the side of the bed, feet on the floor. Do not move.”

Shaking, Noelle obeyed. Lance’s brooding silence frightened her, and the embarrassment of her nudity made her feel completely vulnerable. She shivered as his large hand stroked lightly across the stretched skin of her bottom and her inner thighs. She started to long for the security of being across his knee with his low, firm voice lecturing her about proper and expected behavior. It was much easier to be forced to endure punishment instead of having to wait silently for it. He was right. Lance’s spankings were far worse than Daddy’s, and it hadn’t even started yet.

Saturday Spankings!

Saturday Spankings

Wow! Week four of Saturday Spankings! After you check out this hot excerpt, click on over to the Saturday Spankings blog to visit the other authors with great excerpts for your Saturday spanking enjoyment.

 

How about this? It”s an an excerpt from Lost & Found.

Lost and Found

Lance Callahan, MD, is known to his hospital staff as a man with a heart of gold. When a young woman is brought in with a gunshot wound and severe post-traumatic amnesia, Lance is just the man to care for her. No one knows who she is, where she’s from, or why she was left to perish in the unforgiving desert. Even her name, Noelle, is known to Lance only from an inscription on a necklace found in her pocket.

In his effort to help Noelle, Lance determines that due to the trauma she has suffered, the young woman requires retraining to become age-appropriate in all of her activities. Her little girl persona further shocks him when she suddenly claims him as her “Daddy.”

With nowhere else for her to go, Lance turns to his close-knit family for help, and Noelle suddenly finds herself with a new aunt and two new uncles, along with more love than she can handle. She quickly learns that there are some very specific rules in the Callahan home, for both Daddy’s little girl and Lance’s big girl, and that the consequences for breaking the rules include a very red and sore bottom!

Questions remain about Noelle’s past, and as the mystery of her origins slowly unravels, it becomes clear that Noelle has a very special secret of her own… a secret that could tear apart everything she’s learned to love, including the joy of being lost and then found by a man who’s given his heart to her.

 

 

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(This passage occurs between Alan, Lance’s older brother and his wife. Alan has had enough of her attitude!)

Alan stood, “Come to me, Margaret.”
Maggie obeyed, trembling as she stood in front of her tall, well-muscled husband. He lifted her chin to face him.
“I love you. I want you to be all you were meant to be, and a mean-spirited, rude brat is not who you are. Bring me the strap.”
Maggie felt tears coming as she walked into the large closet and pulled the antique leather razor strap off the hook on the far wall. She picked up the bottle of oil and the soft cloth and handed it all to him.
“Oil it, Margart,” he ordered, arms crossed.
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