Donna, I appreciate you having me here more than you know. I am a writer of spanking fiction and I know that that is not something most of your readers are looking for or may even know much about. I would love for a few non-spanking enthusiast to read one of the Cassie books; I truly want to know what you think. There are many of us out here who fantasize about being in a relationship that includes spanking. While I realize this is totally foreign to many of you, think back to the famous scene in Gone with the Wind. No one in real life wants to be forced, rape essentially, but whose heart didn’t pound as Rhett carried Scarlett up the stairs into the darkness. The smile on her face the next morning was definitely part of what we fantasize about. For many spanking fantasies work the same way.
There is great love and humor in the Cassie stories. Tom does spank Cassie, usually for fun and their mutual enjoyment, but also for discipline. Oops, I think I just lost some of you! The spanking is consensual – perhaps not at the very moment it occurs, but Cassie will be the first to tell you she has fully consented, and there is not one thing about her life that she would change.
The Cassie books can easily be read out of order. Maybe you’ll try this one, Cassie’s River Living. In this book, Cassie actually explains her theory of why spanking works for her and Tom. Come on, no one will even know you read it… unless you’re willing to tell me what you think of it. Good or bad, I’d really like your thoughts. You can reach me at pk.corey@yahoo.com
Donna thanks again for having me here.
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Blurb for Cassie’s River Living
Cassie and Tom are happily settling into River living. Cassie is sure this peaceful setting is enough to keep her out of trouble, but with Sue living there too, staying out of trouble proves just too difficult.
Cassie is further concerned about what relationship advice Tom may be giving Ryan. Overheard conversations and statements from Ryan has her worried that Tom may have shared ideas of adult spanking in his advice to Ryan. But when it seems Allie knows too, Cassie realizes she is going to have to try to explain things more fully. Can Cassie explain their way of life to eighteen-year-old Allie?
Excerpt:
Annie and I were looking through our movies to choose one for the afternoon when Sue said, “Get your drinks girls, I have the movie. Are you two ready for a little adult entertainment?”
“What have you got now?” I asked, in amusement.
Sue laughed and shook a DVD box at me. “Go ahead, I’m for anything Tom wouldn’t want me doing.” Now Tom and I hadn’t exactly discussed X-rated movies, but I assume it was under the blanket of, ‘If you wouldn’t do it if I was standing here – don’t do it’ rule. But really, what was the harm? We were home, it was just the three of us, and we weren’t in a sleazy little theater with dirty old men.
Now you have to know at my age I’ve seen a blue movie or two – but admittedly not many in the past forty years. I want to tell you – things have changed. With a few false starts and figuring out the buttons, Sue managed to get the afternoon entertainment rolling.
Oh my stars and garters! I think the three of us sat there in stunned paralysis. You know I’m no prude, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see such things on the big screen. We watched for a relativity short time before I had seen way more than I needed to.
“Sue! Turn this mess off!” As soon as I spoke, it was like the evil spell had been broken and we were able to move. Sue began stabbing at the remote and managed to stop the movie.
“What was that?” I asked in a shaky voice. “How awful! I think I need a shower.”
“I had no idea,” Sue admitted. She was just as shocked as Annie and me. “I just thought it was going to be… well I don’t know what I thought it was going to be – but not that.”
“Shoo…get that out of my house,” I demanded. “And don’t put it in the trash, bury it. If Tom or Steve sees that, we’re dead. Did you rent it or what?”
“It was on the used movie table at the video place. I didn’t know it was that bad.”
“And who checked you out that day?” I started laughing. “I’m not going back there with you. Those kids in there are probably talking about what an old pervert you are. They’ve probably told half the town what kind of movies the Moore’s are watching at night,” I continued to tease.
“They are not!” Sue shouted back at me. “I bet they didn’t know what it was either.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” I told her chuckling. “Kids know everything.”
I love tormenting Sue, but as Annie and I continued to harass her about her movie choice and about the fact it was probably being broadcast all over town, she stormed out of the room and we gleefully trouped after her to keep it up, completely forgetting to remove the offending DVD from the machine. Sigh…
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I suppose none of our memories is all that great because as we came back up to watch Casablanca that night with the boys, it never once crossed my mind. We were getting settled. Tom was fixing us some drinks. Andy was looking at one of the remotes seeing how everything worked when he evidently pushed start or resume or something. All I know is that suddenly in front of God, Tom, and everyone was the scene that had so horrified us earlier that day. Wide screen – bigger than life. Both Sue and I had our backs to the screen as it began. I saw Annie’s horrified look and frantic pointing as I heard Andy’s, “What the hell?”
Reality dawned quickly on both Sue and me as we each turned and leaped from opposite sides at the remote. All we managed to do in that first frantic leap was knock the remote to the floor, and out of our immediate reach, and hit our heads together so solidly that you could have heard the crack down stairs. Grabbing my head with one hand, I continued to scramble after the remote. Sue and I managed to grab it at the same time and frantically began pushing buttons as I heard Tom roar, “Turn that off!”
I couldn’t even see the buttons, we were just madly pressing anything in the hopes of stopping what was happening. We did manage to hit something that caused it to begin playing in fast speed – trust me that did not help.
We were still trying when the remote was grabbed out of my hand and Tom clicked off the offending video. The silence that ensued was immediate and complete. I didn’t dare look at Tom. Steve finally broke the silence with, “What the hell was that?”
No one chose to answer him and the silence grew once again. Then Tom spoke, “Cassie, where did that come from?” I stole a quick glance at him. His face was quite stern and I didn’t hold his gaze long. He towers over me enough when I’m standing, but sitting on the floor made him appear like a mountain. I don’t know why I was feeling so guilty – I hadn’t brought the darn thing in.
Sue and I have no problem throwing each other under the bus when necessary, but I was hesitant for some reason. Without planning it, we both turned in unison and stared at Annie. She was having none of it.
“Uh-uh. Don’t look at me. I had nothing to do with this,” she exclaimed.
“Fine, fine – it was me,” Sue admitted. “Shoot me already. I didn’t really know what it was.”
Recently I’ve read some spanking fiction – what I read had a lot of humor and love in it and I enjoyed it mostly. Where I stumbled was the discipline. Hubby and I don’t mind a swat on the bum when one of us is walking by, though I prefer a cupping, and small squeeze followed by a caress. That’s my preference but I’m for whatever floats your boat. What I had to learn was the difference between abuse and discipline – I’ve got it now, it’s consensual and arousing for that couple.
