sunday spotlight Megan Michaels is in the spotlight today with her new release, Finding Submission. Megan is one of the first people I got to know when I started writing and publishing spanking fiction. I was extremely excited when I found out she was joining the ranks of writers herself. Finding Submission is her first self-published book and first non-age play. And let me tell you, it is hot! Now, I’ll let Megan tell you more about it herself.


 

Hey Ruth and fellow spanking fans! Thank you for hosting Finding Submission on your blog today. It’s hard to believe that it came out a month ago. It’s done very well, and I’d like to thank everyone who bought this book. I’m working on my next book, and I’m hoping to have it out in February or March. I hope you enjoy the spanking excerpt I have for you all today.

Blurb

Preston Harrison is the picture of the gentleman Southern lawyer, as handsome and affable, as he was strict and precise. His ordered professional life suited him and his temperament, not a thing out of place, not an event unplanned. But he was more than a lawyer though — he was also a Dom, and he made sure his personal life and professional life never intersected. Never that is until his world is turned upside down by one Avery Beauchamp, a stubborn, adorable, and way too sassy pocket Venus.

Being the only daughter of a respected Judge should’ve set Avery up for a life of ease, of privilege. But Avery had a habit of not doing anything she should — she only did the things she wanted. Marching to the beat of her own (very smart-mouthed) drummer had always served the headstrong girl well… until the day she ran afoul of a little thing called the law.

A strict southern lawyer and a color-outside-the-lines misdemeanor offender should have been like oil and water. But when a Judge’s daughter finds herself on the wrong side of the law, she’s presented with a choice: a fine and possible jail time, or an alternative sentence. Preston — against his better judgment — finds himself agreeing to the rather unique sentence for the wayward girl: house arrest for Avery.

There was one problem for Avery though: the house where she would serve her sentence wasn’t hers — it was Preston’s. Worse, as she learns what working for the strict Preston Harrison really means — and how deep her own repressed desires might go — she fears that she might lose more than her freedom to the devastatingly handsome Dom. She might lose her heart too.

Note: This BDSM erotic romance includes the following acts or themes: bare bottom spanking and other corporal punishment, D/s, explicit sexuality, anal play, and BDSM activity including kitty/pet play. If these acts or themes might be offensive to you, please do not buy this book.

Excerpt

“When you’re in my house, it’s my rules. Correction: when you’re in my presence, it’s my rules. I don’t answer to anybody. And nobody — and I mean nobody —is ever allowed to put their hands on me. And as you’re about to find out, little one, if you’re unwise and you do put your hands on me, the consequences are swift and painful.” He patted her bottom several times lightly just to reinforce his authority. “When we’re done with your upcoming spanking, if you want to leave, I’ll drive you to the soup kitchen or women’s shelter and you can reside there for the next six months working for them. I do believe you’ll be more comfortable here than there but that’s entirely up to you. But if you decide to stay, you will treat me with the respect I demand and deserve or you’ll find sitting very painful. Now, you’ve been asking for this for over an hour. Let’s get you your spanking so you can finally relax.”
Preston tightened his arm around her waist, tucking her close to his body holding her wrist to her side. Miss Avery was apparently familiar with punishment, because she squealed when he did this, knowing that her spanking was imminent.

“Nooooo! Please, don’t.” She started bucking and stiffening her legs behind her.
Preston swatted her panty clad bottom, hard. “I’m going to paddle your bottom with your panties on this time. But if you want to preserve your dignity, you need to handle this spanking as an adult—no swearing, so watch your mouth. Are we clear?”

“Yes!” Avery dropped her head in defeat, her long hair shrouding her face.

“Yes, what?”

Without hesitation, Avery responded “Yes, Sir! I won’t swear and I’ll watch what I say.”

“Good girl, Avery. Apparently you respond well to discipline. Let’s get your spankin’ started.” Preston proceeded to swat her bottom fast and hard.Her bottom was plump and perky and it felt soft under his hand. The red outlines of his fingers could be seen on the underside of her bottom and at the edges of her hips. By her reaction, it had been a while since she had been paddled. She was screeching behind closed lips furiously struggling to get her hands free to protect her little bottom.“You will not push, shove or put your hands on me again. Are. We. Clear?” Preston punctuated each word with a hard slap to her pink-pantied bottom.

“Yes. Please stop! Please!” Avery said, her voice beginning to break.

“Not yet, little girl. Soon. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson quite yet. When I hear true remorse, we’ll stop.” Preston continued his flurry of swats to her bottom then moved to focus on her sit spots and thighs, intending to push her into the headspace he needed her in right now.

However, Miss Avery became angry when he started swatting her thighs. “Ow! Stop you fucking son-of-a-bitch! Stop!”

“Ut-oh. You were warned, Avery Rose. I told you that swearing wouldn’t be tolerated during your punishment.” He reached behind him and pulled a wooden spoon out of the canister on the counter. He started pulling her pink panties down, noticing an obvious wet spot on the gusset, the musky smell of her arousal filling his nostrils. Miss Avery may not have been aware of it yet, but her body definitely loved discipline. Preston looked forward to exploring that further with her.

Avery looked back at him, tears in her eyes. “Nooooo! Please don’t take my panties down!”
“You asked for this. I warned you this was the consequence and you willingly chose to defy the warning. Therefore, Avery Rose, you’ll now be paddled on your bare bottom with a wooden spoon. Again, you will learn how to curb your tongue if you decide to stay here.”
Preston tapped the wooden spoon on her bottom a couple times and then let loose with a flood of swats in random patterns on her bottom. Unable to keep her feet down, he covered her calves with his right leg, immobilizing her kicks. After a couple dozen swats, he put the spoon on the kitchen table with a clatter and rubbed her soft bottom, the skin flushed a scalded red. Her quiet sobbing told him the lesson had been learned.
Preston knew from experience, however, that some corner time would help drive the lesson home. He waited a couple minutes until her crying had lessened somewhat, then said “C’mon Miss Avery Rose, let’s get you in the corner for some time of reflection.” He pulled her into a standing position.
Avery reached for her panties, trying to pull them up.

“Nuh-uh, panties stay down.” Preston looked around realizing that he had no available corner in his kitchen. He grabbed the wooden spoon and her elbow walking the sniffling, repentant Avery down the hallway to a corner in his den. “Here hold your shirt up so your little red bottom is on display. I want you to think about the reason for your spanking and what you’ll do to change your behavior in the future. And then I want you to decide if you’re staying or I’m driving you somewhere else tonight. You’ll be treated very well here, Avery. But you’ll also have a sore bottom if you don’t follow the rules we’ve established. The decision is yours. No rubbing and keep your shirt up or you’ll be spanked again. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” She sniffled and stood repentantly in the corner. Preston stood watching her.

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Author Bio

The adventure of writing and getting published has been amazing! Reading has always been a passion for me and as far back as I can remember, I have always had at least one book on the go. Erotic romance and spanking romance are the books I crave. Who doesn’t love a strong, alpha male who spanks? And if that man can be a cowboy or a pirate, well the perfect situation has been created. The bookcase shelves in our house and my Kindle are filled with BDSM, Spanking Romance, Age Play, DD, D/s, Historical Fiction, Historical Romance and Erotic Romance.

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