Okay,
it's time for me to come clean and admit that before I wrote my first
spanking erotica story, I didn't understand the appeal. However,
publishers like Blushing Books and Stormy Nights have a large, loyal
following and are doing very well. So well in fact that some of their
books like Shelly Douglas‘ Safe in His Hands, D. W. Collins’
Katarina’s Strict Daddy, and Joannie Kay's The Problem
With Jordan have reached best seller status.
That's
what caught my attention. Holy cow, stories about spanking and being
spanked are hot! Hmm. Guess I'd better take a look at what all the
excitement is about. You see, I've been writing and selling erotica
and erotic romance for years with more and more of my stories
revolving around BDSM or more specifically capture/bondage. I figured
spanking themes won't be that different.
Well
yes. And no. As a disclaimer, spanking stories are as varied as the
other erotic genres but thanks to my admittedly limited research,
I've determined that many of them fall into the father figure/little
girl theme. In contrast, at least my BDSM stories are harder edged
sometimes with dubious consent. In contrast (and please correct me if
I'm wrong), the majority of female characters who are on the
receiving end of spanking love being disciplined. Oh they might
resist at first but before long they realize the man in their lives
is disciplining their rear ends for their own good.
I
have a problem with that. Don't get me wrong. If basic power exchange
works for both writers and readers, go for it! If you're into
headstrong young women who need a lesson in how to conduct
themselves, that's fine.
However,
I need more. More motivation, more at stake, more something. Maybe
it's coming from capture/bondage but I can't convince my heroines to
lift up their skirts and bend over the heroes lap simply because a
man tells them to. They resist, not because they're headstrong, but
because something deeper is at stake. They have issues. Heck, all of
my characters have issues. In fact, I have a psychologist on retainer
to make sure none of my characters go off the deep end.
Let
me give an example of what I'm talking about. In my brand spanking
new release from Stormy Nights called Taming His Mate,
I pit characters from two warring and primitive tribes against each
other. I chose the tribal setting so I could make up my own rules and
conventions. That way it hopefully makes sense that my hero Sabin has
been given the task of capturing and mating with a female from
another tribe because that tribe's females are fleet of foot. Sabin's
tribe needs to revitalize their bloodline if they're going to
survive. Needless to say, Kahsha will do everything she can to escape
the man who has tied her up. (Yep, the whole bondage thing.) She
could care less about his agenda and tries with all her might not to
let his hunky body get to her. She wants to be free. He wants to keep
her with him—and to tame her, starting with reddening her rump. Of
course that gets her attention which is the whole point of the story.
Bottom
line (sorry about that), you're going to see a lot more spanking
stories from me but I won't be writing about feisty females and
no-nonsense males. Hopefully I'll be upping the odds—even to having
survival at stake.
Speaking
of Taming His Mate, here's the blurb.
Sabin,
the greatest hunter of his tribe, was given a simple task by the
elders of his people: capture a healthy, fertile woman of the plains,
tame her, and then claim her as his mate. The capturing part proves
easy enough, and soon a beautiful, spirited female is bound,
helpless, and awaiting his intimate attentions. But taming her will
prove more difficult.
Believing
herself too swift and intelligent to ever fall prey to any creature,
let alone a man from another tribe, Kahsha is shocked when she’s
caught by a powerful, handsome hunter. Soon she has been stripped
bare, spanked hard, and brought to the edge of climax only to be
denied. Yet despite her blushing cheeks and burning bottom, she aches
for more.
Though
she hungers desperately to be taken long and hard, Sabin will not
make her his until she submits herself utterly. Kahsha knows that
before long she will have no choice but to yield to her body’s
demands, but will she survive the shame when she finally begs for him
to claim her?
And
here’s an excerpt:
Watching
her, the stranger moved his free hand to his water pouch. He tried to
untie it, but the knot refused to give way. She imagined walking up
to him and taking over the chore. Her fingers would slide over his
flesh and absorb his warmth, press past flesh to reach muscle and
learn not just how strong he was, but what it took to bring his cock
to life.
There.
She’d done it again. Thought about this stranger in ways she never
had about Rafi.
Unexpected
movement jerked her out of the dangerous place her mind had slipped
into. He’d released the spear in preparation for using both hands
so he could untie his water pouch. However, as the pouch fell to the
ground, she noted that his weight was now distributed equally on both
legs.
“You
lie!” she blurted.
Whirling
away from the enemy, she sent energy to her legs. At the same time,
she yanked the water bladders off her neck and threw them aside. One
stride, two. She was nearly up to antelope speed, escaping him, soon
to be—
Something
sharp struck her left shoulder blade. An insect? Not slowing, she
swiped at it but whatever it was remained lodged in her skin, not
hurting really. Her skin there started to feel warmer than the rest
of her. Within seconds, the still-growing heat spread out and slid
down her spine and arms. A few seconds later her legs caught fire.
Fear rocked her. She tried to pull out whatever had struck her, only
to discover she could no longer lift her arms. Instead of planting
one sure foot after another on the ground, she started to stumble.
Help
me! Someone help me!
Whether
she’d deliberately slowed so she could better control her movements
or speed had been stolen from her, she couldn’t tell. Her head was
becoming heavier with every beat of her heart, and she couldn’t
feel her feet. Could barely think.
The
flat ground became a mountain, impossibly steep. She trudged, leaning
forward like an old woman who’d forgotten how her knees worked. No
longer able to send a message to her hips, she stopped and looked
around in confusion.
Then
she pitched forward like a just-killed bird.
About
Vonna
Vonna
Harper has been writing from childhood and no longer has any other
marketable skills. From the day she read her first erotic romance,
she knew that's what she wanted to do—forever. She has been
published by many of the major erotic publishers and has self
–published some pretty edgy stuff.
2 comments:
Sounds like fun, Vonna!
I've got to check out Stormy Nights. I have other author friends who have done really well with them.
sounds like a hot book. I like your take on spanking - it's sort of new to me too but definitely a winner
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