Interview with Spanking Romance Author, Carly Burton

Interview with spanking author, Carly Burton.

I have a brand spanking new author with me this evening - Carly Burton, a name I'm sure you will be hearing again in the not too distant future. Carly's first spanking romance ebook, Charlotte’s Fulfilment, has recently been published. Here's what Carly has to say about her first book, and why she finds spanking romance so appealing.

Abigail
When did you write your first spanking story?


Carly
I was on holiday in April this year with family and spent quite a lot of time travelling in the back of the car. This gave me an opportunity to think and fantasise, and my first spanking story was mapped out in my head. I started to type it up as soon as I returned home and surprised myself by remembering each detail; it literally flowed until it was completed.


Abigail
What made you want to write a spanking story?


Carly
I’ve been reading spanking stories for several years now, some really good ones, others not so good. Sometimes I would get disheartened if a story went in a direction I didn’t like, or left me disappointed and it occurred to me that I could create my own


Abigail
What about romance, how important do you think it is?


Carly
I love romance, the relationship that develops between two people is really special and I like to explore the intricacies it creates. When a strong male takes on a female who needs his discipline it makes my insides go to jelly! I love dwelling on the interaction, feelings, responses and reactions, a bit of conflict thrown in makes it even more exciting. Of course, I always need a happy ending.


Abigail
What’s your favourite spanking position and implement?


Carly
Like many others, the intimacy of over the knee spanking is by far the most satisfying to me, with a hand doing the spanking. The security of being held firmly, over a strong knee and flesh to flesh contact of hand on bottom is delicious!


Abigail
Are your family and friends aware of your interest in spanking and writing?


Carly
Absolutely not! Only my husband knows, and he is a massive support to me, encouraging me to explore my sexuality in this way.
My adult son and daughter run for the hills if we even hint at anything sexual between us, you know how kids are? It’s quite a joke actually, we enjoy teasing them, but I’m not about to shock them with the revelation that their mum is a spanking romance author! (Not yet anyway!)


Abigail
You have just had your first ebook published, how do you feel about that?


Carly
I’m astounded that I have my first ebook Charlotte’s Fulfilment on sale. It’s amazing to think that a book I have written can be purchased all over the world, but I have to hope it gains enough attention to tempt people to buy it. My wish is for people to read my book, enjoy it, and be aroused and excited by it. Maybe that is asking too much for my first attempt at a novella?


Abigail
Do you have any plans to write another book anytime soon?


Carly
I already have a substantial part of a plot in my mind, but I have work commitments that must be fulfilled before I commit my thoughts to the computer! I know that once the writing bug takes over, it becomes an obsession and I have to type frantically, it’s all I want to do. I have to be very stern with myself to complete my work before I am allowed to play! I hope to start very soon though.


Abigail
Is there anything else you’d like to share with our readers?

Carly
I’m just a normal, everyday woman who has recently allowed my interest in spanking to break free, and I feel so liberated. I intend to continue reading as many stories as I can and I hope I will be encouraged enough by sales of my book to continue writing as well. If I can help others to lose themselves in the world of spanking romance fiction, then I have achieved something at least.


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Charlotte’s Fulfilment

Having been cheated on and hurt by her former partner, Charlotte has erected emotional barriers around her battered heart, and shunning the possibility of a future relationship with a man, remains unfulfilled.

Looking to get away and escape from the constant demands of work and family, she decides to go on a two week solo retreat at an exclusive resort in the country. Here she meets a man with whom she has an instant attraction, a man who is strong enough to help her forget the past and who is not averse to taking her over his knee for a bare bottom spanking when she needs it.

Charlotte, however, is a strong character herself and is used to being in control - can she accept his dominance and still retain her self-respect or is she destined to remain lonely and unfulfilled?



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Thanks very much Carly. Good luck with your sales, and we look forward to hearing all about your next work in progress :)

Charlotte’s Fulfilment is Available from Amazon & LSF Publications. Click here for further info.

A Visit to Constance Master's blog

Hi folks, I'm on Constance Master's blog today, featuring Mail Order Mary - a Western spanking romance featuring the deliciously hunky cowboy, Nathan Miller. :) So do check out Constance's blog here.

Thanks, Constance :)

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And coming up soon on my own blog will be an interview with brand spanking new spanking romance author, Carly Burton. Her debut novella is Charlotte's Fulfilment. More on that shortly.

Little Lucy and the Doctor from Chloe Carpenter

A big heads up for fans of Chloe Carpenter who is fast making a name for herself. Her new title is another winner.

Little Lucy and the Doctor contains scorching spankings, temperature takings, intimate examinations, and plenty of hot sex. It also features dominance and submission, humiliation and sensation play, as well as ageplay between an adult woman and an older man - in this case the sexy, kinky yet kindly, Dr Simon Dale.

Fabulous cover and a fabulous story.

If you love ageplay and medical play with a dash of romance, this is for you.

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Mail Order Mary gets a punishment spanking ...

Mary is in bother again, this time for almost burning down the kitchen after leaving some chicken frying on the stove ... She gets a spanking and discovers that punishment spankings aren't quite so much fun as the other sort ...

**********"Go to the table." The cold voice set her scurrying towards it. "Bend over." She obeyed, coughing a little as the remaining fumes wafting in from the smoke-filled kitchen caught the back of her throat. This was all a horrible dream. Nathan looked so angry at her - and who could blame him? He raised her skirts and tugged down her drawers, baring her bottom. But the dynamics were different now. This was no longer exciting. This was an ordeal, something to be got through, something that would hopefully redress the balance and set things to right. Mary knew he was angry and that she had disappointed him.

"Six," was all he said.

She heard the tiny sounds of metallic jingling as his belt was unbuckled and drawn out ready to use; then there came a dull yet ominous sound as he doubled it over and checked the length, holding it firmly and swishing it through the air to ensure it was just as he wanted it. Screwing her eyes shut tight, Mary held her breath.

The crack of the leather striking her flesh echoed from the walls an instant before the pain shot through her. Even though she expected it, the first stroke had her gasping. At the second she yelped, and then as each stinging blow fell she cried out, her wails rising as the heat grew, blossoming as a line of fire trailed across her cheeks, followed by another a little lower. The belt fell hard across her cheeks, branding her again, and again, until six red welts blazed on her pale skin. Mary tried to be stoic, she tried to remain still and take her punishment without demur, but as each blow fell she cried out a little louder in shock at the pain. She'd never been disciplined this way before - and this strapping was both degrading and humiliating. And painful. She could feel the welts rising after each stroke. But the worst thing, worse even than the horrible burning pain, was the cold fury in Nathan's eyes.

When it was over she lay across the table gasping as Nathan rebuckled his belt. Her poor bottom smouldered, surely hotter than the fire in the skillet. Somehow, she expected he would leave her like that, expecting her to pull herself together, dress, and get on with things.

But he didn't.

Tenderly, he smoothed his hand over her blazing cheeks. Gently, he rubbed away the worst of the sting. "I'm sorry I had to do that. I only gave you six, and used only moderate force, but it was necessary, Mary. You need to know never to do that again. You could have burned the house down and yourself with it." To Mary's surprise, he pulled her up, spun her round to face him, then crushed her to him in a hug. "I can rebuild a house. But if anything had happened to you..."

Mary didn't know how to react at this unexpected treatment. Her emotions took over. She began to cry - big heart-wrenching sobs that shook her frame and melted Nathan's heart.

"Hush now," he crooned. "Hush. It's over now."

But once she had started, Mary found it difficult to stop. Tears were a rare thing for her, and this was a release. She sobbed and sobbed, as Nathan held her close. Dimly she became aware that he had lifted her and was carrying her upstairs. He laid her on the bed and opened the window to help clear the air. Returning to the bed, he sat on the edge, reaching out to stroke her hair.

"I'll be fine," she snuffled. "Just leave me alone."

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Getting to grips with cooking, housework, and spankings! Mail Order Mary.

Mary's new life on Nathan Miller's Montana ranch is a far cry from her previous life at Ashford Hall in Victorian England, where she had a maid to attend to her needs, and servants to cook and clean. Her first foray into cooking is something of a disaster, and although Nathan tries to keep a straight face - he fails
**********Unfortunately, things didn't go quite according to plan. When Nathan approached the ranch house he wrinkled his nose. Something was burning. Stepping into the kitchen, he took off his Stetson and fanned the thick air with it. Mary was oblivious to his arrival. There she was, standing at the stove, wearing the gingham dress and one of Martha's calico aprons. With one hand she held a fork which she used to poke several blackened sausages sitting forlornly in one pan, and in the other hand she used a wooden spoon to prod some yellow-looking substance in a smaller pan. Every couple of seconds, the hot fat in the sausage pan would spit, and Mary would yelp and jump backwards. Nathan grinned, and was hard pressed not to laugh out loud.

"Say, Princess - looks like supper's ready."

She turned, her face flushed, gobs of sausage fat staining her apron. "Oh Nathan! I'm learning how to cook! I'm doing just fine... at least, I think I am." She looked at the black sausages. "Do you think these are done yet?"

"I should say so." Nathan's lips twitched. "I'll set a couple places for us at the table."

"Oh damn! I should have done that. It never even crossed my mind."

"No harm done." He reached for the cutlery, and then held out two plates. "Here ya go. Dish up."

Mary proudly levered out the charred sausages - two for her and six for Nathan. "Omelette next." She angled the pan to slide the omelette out. It didn't move. It just sat there in a big solid lump. "Oh that's odd. Martha said it should slide out of the pan and then I serve it folded over." She turned the pan completely upside down. The omelette remained firmly stuck to the bottom.

"Just get a knife to it," volunteered Nathan, and then winced as the knife bent under the strain of levering out the eggs.

They sat down to eat, and Nathan valiantly ploughed his way through the burnt offerings. Most of the food was just about edible, providing he sawed off the blackest bits of the sausages and accepted that the omelette was supposed to be a rubbery over-cooked blob.

"This corn bread is wonderful," he said, his mouth full of it.

"Martha made most of it," said Mary.

There was a poignant silence and then Nathan began to shake. At first, Mary thought he was ill. "Oh - Nathan - are you unwell?"

Lord's sakes woman, I will be by the time I've eaten this lot! "No," he said in a strange voice.

"No? Then why are you shaking? Oh - you ... you're laughing!"

Nathan couldn't keep it in any longer. He guffawed loudly and rocked, holding his belly. Mary stared at him, and then a little giggle escaped her.

"Is it that bad?"

"'Fraid so." Nathan snorted, tossed back his head and laughed until the tears prickled his eyes.

In spite of her misgivings, Mary had to smile. "Oh well, you can fill up on cornbread, and there's chicken broth and molasses cake left over from the midday meal - sour-dough biscuits too." It occurred to her that Martha had deliberately left her stocked up in case of a mishap with supper. She sighed and levelled a look at Nathan who was doing his best not to laugh but failing miserably. "I'm trying."

"You're very trying," he agreed, and cracked out laughing again.

This time, Mary joined in.


**********Mary tries to get to grips with domestic pursuits. Here's another extract ...

She even washed the bed linen ... only to ruin the best sheet with a big ugly brown scorch mark when she got the iron too hot.

"I should spank you for that," said Nathan. He gave her a look that was part exasperation, part tenderness, and part lust.

"Why don't you," she said, and then opened her mouth in shock. Why did I just say that?!

"Well, if you put it like that. Come here, Mary Grace." He sat on the sofa and patted the vacant space next to him.

She approached slowly, with downcast eyes, but when she darted a glance at Nathan, he didn't look remotely cross. On the contrary, he seemed pleased and surprised.

"Um, you aren't really going to spank me, are you?"

"Of course I am, woman. You don't for a minute think I'm going to let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers, do you?"

"Ah, but I didn't really mean it."

"Shucks. Too late. Over you go." He reached for her and in seconds she was once again in the most undignified position over his lap, her bottom waving in the air. He grinned at the sight and let his right hand rest for a moment on her cheeks, savouring the moment.

"I didn't mean to burn your sheet!"

"I know, and that's not why you're getting a spanking."

"Why am I getting one then?"

"Because you want one."

"Oh no I don't," she declared hotly ... yet even as she spoke the words she once again experienced those unfamiliar feelings of excitement and sexual desire.

"Oh but you do," he whispered huskily. His hand descended, not hard, but firm enough to be felt. Another spank was delivered, and another ... and another.

"Ohhh," gasped Mary as she felt her skirts being raised waist high, exposing her white cotton drawers. The realisation suddenly hit her that this was pleasant! It was more than pleasant ... she was enjoying it immensely, and the mere thought of him lowering her drawers made her shiver in anticipation, shame, and excitement. He was right - she did want a spanking!


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The threat of a bare-bottomed Spanking is about to become reality

The tempestuous Mary defies Nathan again. He had promised her a bare-bottomed spanking if she continued to disobey him - and being a man of his word, he has no qualms in making good his threat.
**********"Don't cross the boundary!" he bellowed, then clicked in exasperation as she hurtled ahead, in the direction of the boundary that marked ownership of White Tail Ranch land. "Damn the woman," he muttered grimly, his palm itching to spank some sense into that cute little ass.

When he caught up with her she was way beyond the perimeter, sat astride the stallion with not a care in the world. But when she saw Nathan's thunderous look, some of her euphoria vanished.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, suddenly unsure of herself.

"Hell yeah - I reckon there's one big problem, girl - and that's you."

"Me? But ... what did I do?"

"You paid me no heed and went riding off, crossing the boundary."

"I can ride well enough," she said with a toss of her head. "I don't see why you're being so objectionable."

"Objectionable, huh? You think this is objectionable, wait till I get you back to the ranch," he growled, his hand moving to his belt. "You know nothing of these lands and people. This stretch of land is notorious bandit territory, particularly at night."

"Oh. Well I didn't see any bandits." She pouted, a little sulky that her wild ride was spoiled by his silly accusations. "I - oh! What are you doing?!" she squealed as Nathan's big hand shot out and grabbed her. He lifted her effortlessly off Midnight's back and hauled her up in front of him. "Home, Horse," he said, slapping Midnight's flank, and the stallion responded, riding abreast. "As for you, Mary Grace, I promised you a bare bottomed spanking if you disobeyed me again, and that's exactly what you're gonna get."

Mary gasped and sat in silence. Several emotions coursed through her: outrage at his suggestion, tempered with that strange fluttering in the pit of her stomach, reinforced by the feel of his strong arm holding her close; and anger that he had yanked her off her horse without so much as a by-your-leave. Insufferable man!


**********And when he gets her back to the ranch, he makes good his threat. Read on...


His chuckles infuriated Mary. "Let me GO!" she spat. "There's no need for this. You're embarrassing me!"

"There's every need for it. And you, Mary Grace, are about to be further embarrassed." He steered her into the living room, sat himself down on the couch and pulled her over his lap. He got down to business immediately, raising Mary's skirts without ceremony, bringing his big hand down on her round bottom that strained the fabric of the white cotton drawers.

"Oh! You beast of a man!" she cried as his hand cracked down. "You can't do this!"

"No?" His hand splatted down again, beating a rhythm on her bouncing buttocks.

Mary protested vehemently, kicking her legs and lashing out at his rock-hard calves with her fists. She relaxed when he stopped the spanking, thinking it was over, then stiffened immediately as she felt his hand reach for the waist band of her drawers.

"I promised you a bare bottom spanking," he reminded her, eyeing her peachy curves wolfishly. Nature had endowed her with a temptingly full, soft, and ripely-curved bottom. Her sweet buttocks were rounded like a peach and he felt a sudden urge to nuzzle her flesh with his mouth and kiss those glorious twin hemispheres. Instead, he brought his hand down firmly across the plumpest part of the target area, delighting as those soft mounds quivered beneath his palm. "This is for your disobedience." Down came his hand, sending her cheeks jiggling provocatively.

"Ohhhh!" Mary squealed. This was shameful. This was ... strangely exciting. How could that possibly be, given that this man had bared her bottom and was spanking it?!

"Two spankings in one day. Not bad. How many will you get tomorrow I wonder - three?" He grinned, greatly enjoying the spectacle before him, but kept his voice strict as he berated her. "You put your life in danger twice today, and I won't have you doing it again, you hear me?"

Splat! His hand swatted down on the under-curve of her cheeks, now turning a lovely deep pink.

"Ow! Oh! I'm sorry - I won't do it - Ow! - again."

"Damned right you won't, girl." The spanks resounded through the room, punctuated by yelps and promises to behave.

Mary squirmed and wriggled like a fish. Both sets of her cheeks were beginning to glow - one set with the sting of a spanking, the other with embarrassment at being in such an immodest position. But truth be told, Mary was having a hard time making sense of the intense feelings elsewhere in her body. She felt her nipples harden, they were so stiff they actually ached and she longed for ... for what? The little voice in her head reminded her what George the groom had done with the parlour maid.

When Nathan finished and sat her up, she was breathing heavily, bottom throbbing, chest heaving - and such was her inner turmoil, she failed to notice that he was breathing heavily too.

"That was yet another lesson in obedience, Mary. That's twice now that you've put yourself in danger. If you want to last a week out here you need to pay heed to what I tell you."

Mary stared at those blue eyes of his, at his strong jawline, his mouth ... Oh but she suddenly felt a very strong desire to be kissed. "Sorry," she whispered.

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Passion and Spankings - Mail Order Mary

Nathan shows Mary to the corral and introduces her to a beautiful black stallion, telling her how he came by it. When he gives the stallion to her as a gift, she is overwhelmed and acts on impulse, hugging the big cowboy. Nathan isn't at all averse to the gesture and her closeness reminds him that it has been a long time since he last had a woman ...
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"It was old Jake fixed this one up - he has a healer's touch. That was six months ago and as you see, the horse is good as new. My guess is he was probably stolen, look at him - he ain't no ordinary horse."

"He looks like a thoroughbred. He's beautiful." In her haste to see him at close quarters, Mary began to climb the fence. She was halfway over when Nathan grabbed her and lifted her over. "Steady," he warned, noting her unsuitable kid boots. He made a mental note to get her another pair she could wear for riding.

Nathan watched as Mary made her way over to the stallion. She remained a few feet away from him and waited for him to come to her, all the while making comforting little noises at him. The horse took a step forward, then another... and another.

"Well I'll be damned," said Nathan. "He's not usually so trusting of strangers."

Mary stroked his sleek coat and let him nuzzle against her hand. "There, boy," she murmured. "We're going to be good friends, you and I."

"Want me to saddle him up?"

Mary spun round, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh - would you? Yes! Please. I'd love to ride him."

When he returned, Mary stared at what he carried. "That's not a side saddle."

"Nope. Don't have one. Besides - you'll be safer riding astride."

"Astride?!" No well bred ladies rode astride. It was most unbecoming... practical though. She made her decision. What the heck! Why not?! "Right. Saddle him up."

Nathan grinned and did so, then without hesitating lifted Mary bodily onto the horse's back. At least the full skirt enabled her some modesty and freedom of movement as she swung her right leg over. Meanwhile, another ranch hand saddled up Nathan's horse, Whiskey, and opened the corral gate so the two riders could venture out.

Nathan was impressed. Mary was confident in the saddle and seemed to be a proficient horsewoman. He set a faster pace, and the two horses cantered side by side, breaking into a gallop. Mary whooped in delight, her golden hair streaming out behind her like a golden banner. On they sped, the horses hooves thundering over the terrain. Eventually, Nathan slowed the pace and they came to a standstill by the creek.

Mary dismounted lightly and stood by the stallion's head. "You're a beautiful boy," she whispered, stroking his mane. The horse tossed his head and snorted, then nuzzled against her hand. "I think he likes me."

"Reckon he does. What are you going to call him?"

"He hasn't got a name?"

"Nope. Just 'Horse'."

"You can't call him that! I think you should call him ... Midnight."

Nathan dismounted from Whiskey. "Midnight it is then. And he's yours."

Mary blinked. She stared at Nathan, incredulous. "Mine?"

"Uh huh. If you want him, he's yours."

"Nathan! I'd love to have him! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Without a moment's thought, she acted on impulse, lunged forward and flung her arms around the big cowboy. "Thank you so much. I'll take good care of him, I promise."

Nathan chuckled, and his arms went around her, hugging her close. She looked up at him, her face wreathed in smiles, and he felt good that he'd made her happy. His cock pulsed in agreement as he considered how many other ways he could give pleasure to her. It was three years since he'd had a woman, a saloon girl who wasn't averse to doling out sexual favours, but he'd forged no long term relationship with her, merely taking the pleasure offered and then moving on. The ranch had kept him occupied, and what women were available in the neighbourhood didn't take his fancy. Not like this one. Not like Mary Grace Ashford. In such a short time, she had gotten under his skin.



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