Monday, June 6, 2016

Book Spotlight : Cassie Corralled by PK Corey


The pain from the belt radiated out, but pleasure danced in its wake.



Cassie is still living life to the fullest, telling Allie stories about everything from long ago shooting incidents to playing laser tag with the children. Tom keeps an amused, yet watchful eye, on his lovely wife. He tries to be tolerant of Cassie’s fun loving ways, but when she decides to spend the day with people she met through the Internet, without letting him or the girls know of her plans, Tom sees red. Tired of Cassie constantly putting herself in possible danger Tom decides to hire her a driver. Cassie immediately sees this plan for what it really is; Tom wants to hire a bodyguard / watchdog / babysitter for Cassie. That’s something Cassie won’t tolerate and after quickly packing a bag, she’s gone with a roar of the engine and a squeal of the tires. In this case Cassie is determine to have her way – and so is Tom, the final decision may change life on the river forever.

Excerpt : 


I couldn’t bring myself to speak so I nodded into his chest. Finally, I whispered, “I know. I see now that it was foolish to go alone and not tell you. But do you understand at all why I did it?”
Tom waited a bit and then answered, “I know that you’re too trusting. But since you believed all that they said I understand how you were thinking. It was wrong – and you had to know it. Shutting me out, and not even telling the girls, tells me you knew it was wrong. But I see how you were caught up.”
We sat without speaking for another minute and then I asked quietly, “Honey, if you’re going to spank me, please do it tonight.”
That was hard to ask. It’s hard to sleep with a burning, throbbing bottom, but for me it’s even worse to try to sleep knowing that it’s coming in the morning. I wasn’t sure what Tom would do, but he sat me on my feet and we headed to the bedroom.
Once there he pulled my gown off and picked up the ivory brush, I couldn’t help shivering. He sat and I was quickly put across his lap. My head and torso rested comfortably on the bed and I grabbed a pillow and hung on. He began with his hand – that hand, it can caress and hold so gently, so lovingly. How can it also create such pain when Tom chooses? 
He didn’t use his hand long and when he started with the brush I wished I’d waited until morning and that the brush had miraculously and mercifully disappeared during the night. Tom started talking right away, usually that’s good. Often he’ll spank in silence, well he’s silent, and then begin talking when he’s about halfway finished. I hoped to heavens we were half way through. Even Tom can’t believe I can hear and understand what he is saying when he is burning me up. The brush was searing into my sit spot as I caught fragments…
“… dangerous… strangers… Internet people… hiding things… going alone…”
I guess it was good we had covered this ground because I surely wasn’t following too closely. With two very hard pops, Tom finished and began rubbing. The rubbing was meant to help, but oh my, it hurt too. He finished with a little lotion but as he stood me up I was still holding my bottom trying to get some relief. 
Muttering I told Tom, “You should have married Annie. Then you might have gotten the sweet, well-behaved, lady you’ve always wanted.”
Tom grabbed me by the shoulders with a look so intense I was afraid he was going to start spanking again. Instead he kissed me so passionately I thought my knees would buckle. He held me close, kissing down my neck and murmuring, “You’re the only woman I’ll ever want.”  His kisses, his hands… I was soon convinced he was telling the truth. I slept well that night. I was sore, but I was glowing in many ways and I slept with Tom spooned around my hot bottom and a smile on my face. If only that had been the end of the story.



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Bio :

I’m a small town southern writer, happily married to my best friend for thirty-two years now. We have two grown children and we're learning to love the empty nest. Next year will see the end of a long and satisfying teaching career and I'm anxious to spend more time writing. I didn't grow up with the desire to be a writer, but I did love to daydream. As a child, I spent most of my spare time, and quite a bit of time when I should have been doing schoolwork, either reading or making up stories. I was actual quite young when Cassie wandered into my head and began telling me her story. I've always been drawn to spanking stories, but I need a true love story with it. That's how I see Cassie and Tom - a true love story with spanking thrown in.


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