I was going through my spanking implement bin this week and I was thinking about how many of those toys I’ve had since way back in the beginning. Many of them were handmade, or normal house items we appropriated, and I kept them because of fond memories.
I still also have the first real implements I bought or were gifted to me. With care, many of these things will last a lifetime—though we’ve broken our share of paddles and had leather fall apart at times.
We have a lot of toys because we like a variety of sensation. Each toy gives you a completely different result, so when picking one you really need to think about what effect you want. If you’re new you might not know what you like yet, and that’s okay. You have plenty of time to explore and learn.
You’re probably getting tired of the aftercare posts. Ironically the more I write about a topic, the more questions I hear about it. Since a lot of my posts are guided by questions I get… sometimes we ended up with multiple posts about a single topic in a short time. Sorry about that!
Because I’ve done several aftercare posts in the past couple of months, I’ve spent a lot of time comparing how fiction presents aftercare and how it tends to happen in real life, which can be quite different.
The specific question this time was, “We never used to see aftercare mentioned in books, but now we see it constantly. Is it a new concept?”
Not too long ago I posted this article: Finding Your Level in Kink, and I think a lot of that is relevant to this conversation if you’d like to check it out. I’ll try not to repeat too much of it here, but it focused a bit on gatekeeping and people who like to bar the door to those who enjoy milder, or different play.
Sometimes those people can be you… and the insecurities and fears in your own mind.
So, this time I’d like to focus a bit more on the internal fears and worries that someone who is interested in the scene might have.
“Can I still be part of the scene if I have a lot of triggers and limits?” This question came from an email through the blog recently, which put it back in my mind, but it’s not the first time I’ve seen people worried about this.
The Daddy Returns is my 20th book and I’m very proud of it. Part of it was originally published in the Dirty Daddies 2021 anthology, but has since been rewritten and expanded to almost three times that size.
If you like sexy D/s, spanking, and other assorted kinks in a DDlg dynamic with some non-sexual ageplay… this is your book. Go ahead and give it a click. And scroll down for a teaser.
The Daddy Returns (Action Daddy Three)
“Do you know what happens when you don’t play fair?” He phrased it as a question, but it felt like a threat.
She pretended not to notice. “Mmm, can’t say I do.” Inside she was shocked at how daring she was acting. She very rarely got in moods like this, but she had to admit it was fun to tease him.
He took a step forward, and then another until he had backed her up against a wall. “I stop playing fair too.” The words came out low, almost a growl and then he was pressed against her, and his mouth came down on hers possessively.
She made a small whimpering sound and her attempts to undress came to a halt when he grabbed her wrists and trapped them above her head. Her body reacted with a surge of arousal.
With his knee pressing firmly between her legs she felt completely trapped. The sense of helplessness was delicious. and there was an immediate pulse deep in her core. It demanded more and she writhed against his body.
His grip shifted so he held her wrists tight with just one hand. His other moved down, slipping underneath the waistband of her pants. He worked his fingers into her panties and buried them in the nest of damp curls he found waiting there.
He leaned back so he could look down at her, a smirk tilting his mouth up at one corner. “You’re so wet. What got you excited so quickly, Olivia? Do you like the idea of me not playing fair?”
“Maybe.” Of course she did, but she wasn’t going to admit it.
“Do you want me to be stern with you tonight, babygirl? Do you want me to test you to your limits?” The deep timbre of the words made her pussy ache and she arched, rolling her hips as she tried to impale herself on his fingers.
Two fingers pushed inside of her easily on a gush of slippery arousal and she moaned. “Yes. Yes please.”
He buried his face in her hair, leaving little open-mouthed kisses up the side of her neck as his fingers pumped in and out. When he got to her ear he whispered, “Should I make you beg and then deny you?”
A shudder rolled down her spine and her head tipped back to thump against the wall. She had a love/hate relationship with tease and denial. She loved to hate it—but just the threat of it sent her excitement level skyrocketing and she clenched around his hand with desperate need. “Yes, yes, yes Sir.”
I don’t have the mindset or the time for deep-diving lifestyle articles this month, so I was looking for something light and fun. Since my birthday was on the 13th, birthday spankings popped into my head.