Lasting Summer

After a little time off, I've got another Jack and Meggie story out and ready. This one is a little bit different because there's a lesbian twist to it. That's not usually my area, but maybe my horizons are broadening!

Here's a snippet:

Jack and Meggie's Summer Retreat (if the link doesn't work be sure you have Adult Content enabled at Smashwords)

“But where IS it?” Meggie asked, squinting up at the large building in front of them. She had been promised three different swimming pools and a private beach.

Jack took her hand. “It’s back there. I promise. All you can see from here is the main house.”

Meggie had to admit that the main house was impressive. It reminded her of old Southern homes with its sturdy columns holding up a massive front porch. A wooden fence that Meggie judged to be about 8 feet high guarded what was behind all that house as far as Meggie could see.

There were many cars in the parking lot already with plates from all over. The resort would be open all summer, and guests would come and go as their own schedules allowed.

There had been no signs for the resort, and there was no advertising. It was snuggled up into a remote area where it would be hard for someone to just come across it by accident.

Jack pulled the large suitcase, which supported a smaller one, out of the trunk of their car. Meggie flung her own duffle bag over her shoulder and followed her husband inside.

Meggie’s body registered a little shock when she stepped into the almost chilly air-conditioned main house and out of the nearly oppressive summer heat.

A huge, grinning man greeted them at the door. He had silver hair and a friendly face. Meggie judged him to be in his late 60’s at least. He held out his hand to shake Jack’s and then Meggie’s.

“Welcome. I’m Uncle Everett. You have reservations, I assume?”

Jack nodded and followed the man to a desk and a small computer.

Uncle Everett looked closely at Meggie. She was wearing short navy blue shorts and a t-shirt with a scene showing exploding fireworks. She had pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied a red ribbon around it.

“I’ll need proof that she’s over 21,” said Uncle Everett sternly. He looked hard at Jack. “If we catch anyone here under 18, we do pursue legal action.”

Jack started to laugh but then cleared his throat instead. “Oh Meggie is far past 21. She’s very youthful looking.”

Meggie pulled herself up to her full 4’10” and handed her ID to the man behind the desk. She was, in fact, nearly 30 but small and baby faced.

He nodded and smiled. “Checks out.”

He handed Jack a key and pointed him to the elevator. They would be on the second floor of the large house with a view of the saltwater pool.

“I want to swim!” Meggie announced when they were in the elevator.

“We’ll swim,” Jack promised. “Calm down.”

On the way to their suite, Jack and Meggie passed a couple on their way one of the pools. The man had on blue swim trunks and a t-shirt advertising a steakhouse. The woman wore a pink swimsuit with white polka dots and lacy frills. It had clearly been custom made for her, perhaps modeled after a design originally meant for a toddler. The couple was about the same size. The woman might have been slightly larger, even. But it was clear to Meggie that the man was in charge.

Meggie sometimes wondered what it would be like if she was the dominant partner and tall Jack the submissive. It made her giggle.

The woman and Meggie grinned at each other as they passed.

Meggie appreciated the woman’s style. She herself tended to dress young at these events. After all, that was part of the fun. But she preferred regular looking clothes to the frilly stuff for herself and she knew that not everyone could pull off the look the way that she could. However she enjoyed seeing the sometimes outrageous costumes that other people chose to wear. Some even wore diapers and baby bonnets.

Jack opened the door to the suite, and Meggie immediately ran inside dropping her duffle bag on the floor. She went to the window where she could see a huge pool surrounded with people.

“That’s where everyone is,” she concluded.

“There and at the other pools,” said Jack. He stepped up behind her to take a look for himself. “There are two more on the property as well as some smaller areas for privacy, or so I’m told.”

Jack let his hands roam Meggie’s body as she studied the scene outside. She could instantly pick out several male dominant, female submissive couples just as she and Jack were. But there were also femdom heterosexual couples and plenty of same sex couples too. In some cases Meggie couldn’t immediately tell from clothes or behavior which was the dominant partner. She reminded herself that some people like to switch back and forth. She watched a woman in a large sunhat and a skirted swimsuit taking another woman across her knee. The submissive woman wore a frilly two-piece, and her partner pulled the bottoms right off. She took a small paddle from the table beside her and delivered a swift spanking to the naked bottom. Then she sent the woman back into the pool with her bottom bare and pink.

Meggie turned from the window. “Can we go swimming?”

Katie's Back!

I really enjoyed writing the stories in Katie's Age Play Escort Service, so I decided to write some more. Volume 2 shows you how the escort service began and also introduces some new characters, including clients who are a Mommy/Daddy couple using Katie's service for an age play daughter. Here's a peek:

Amber woke up in the twin bed and pulled the princess sheet and blanket up to her chin. She yawned and snuggled deeper into the blankets. She knew that Gina would be in soon.

Gina opened the door and stepped inside. “Good morning, Amber.”

Amber looked up at Gina and grinned. Gina was in her mid 40s, about 20 years older than Amber. She and her husband, Dean, had been clients of Katie’s for a long time. They had worked with other girls but enjoyed Amber the most.

“Good morning, Mommy,” said Amber. She sat up and stretched her arms. She climbed out of bed and padded to Gina. Her drop-seat footie pajamas were warm and cozy. Secretly Amber wished she had a pair for her apartment in the city.

Gina patted Amber’s bottom and gave her a kiss on the head.

“Now go potty, honey and then make your bed. Daddy’s waiting for us in the kitchen,” Gina told her.

Amber padded to the bathroom while Gina disappeared toward the kitchen. On the way back, she ignored her bedroom, knowing that was what the clients wanted. She climbed up onto the wooden bench at the kitchen table and let Gina serve her pancakes.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she said to Dean. He was drinking his coffee.

“Good morning, sweetie,” he answered her with a smile.

“Did you make your bed, Amber?” Gina asked.

Amber looked away. “Um… yes.”

Dean looked at Amber. “Young lady, are you telling the truth?”

Amber shrugged. “I’ll make it later, ‘kay?”

Gina put her hands on her hips. “Amber Jane, did you just lie to your mommy?”

Amber conjured up a guilty look. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Dean put down his coffee. “You know better than to lie to Mommy, Amber. Go to your room.”

Amber slammed her fork against the table. “It’s not fair!” she shouted.

Dean stood, and Amber scampered to her room. Dean and Gina followed close behind.

Dean grabbed Amber by her forearm and seated himself on the small bed. He pulled Amber across his sturdy thighs.

“Daddy, no!” Amber pleaded. “Daddy don’t spank.”

“You’re getting a good, hard spanking,” said Gina. Her hands were on her hips. “You were a naughty girl. You disobeyed Mommy when you didn’t make your bed, and then you lied about it.”

While Gina was scolding, Dean was unbuttoning the little flap on Amber’s pajamas. He pushed the fabric down on both sides so that Amber’s bare bottom poked out like two little hills with a valley in between.

Dean began spanking Amber with swift, firm swats. Amber started to sniffle and kick. “No Daddy! Stop!”

“Daddy will not be stopping until your little bottom is nice and pink,” Gina said while Dean continued to spank Amber.

Amber wiggled her bottom under Dean’s descending hand. “Daddy no! I’m sorry!”

Dean landed several more swats on Amber’s uncovered bottom. Then he looked at Gina. “You think it’s pink enough?”

“Yes!” cried Amber.

Gina pursed her lips. “A few more for the lying.”

Dean followed his wife’s directions and landed five more hard swats to the pink skin. Amber cried out with each one. When he was finished, Dean let Amber crawl off of his lap.

“Daddy, aren’t you going to put my flap back?” asked Amber in a teary voice.

“Absolutely not,” Dean told her. “You can walk around the house with your naughty, bare bottom showing this morning. Now apologize to your mother.”

Superfanny Coupon

This is the first time I've tried offering a coupon for one of my stories. You, my wonderful readers, are the lucky ones to try it out. (Or you are my guinea pigs, however you want to look at it).

Superfanny is what I consider to be a cute new story. It's based on the TV show Supernanny, but my version has wife spanking so it's a lot more entertaining.

The usual price for Superfanny is $2.99. Use this code at Smashwords - HB38L - and you can get it for $1.99 until February 2nd. Enter the code at checkout.

I hope you love it!

Meet Katie

Katie's Age Play Escort Service is a book I had so much fun writing!

Katie is the owner of an age play escort agency, and this book introduces readers to a few of her clients and employees. All of the chapters in this book are male top / female bottom and have some relationship to age play. I was hoping to show that age play can include lots of different scenarios.

I'm planning to write another story about Katie and her escorts. In the next one, I'll include a little bit of Katie's back story and how she came to own an age play escort service in the first place.

Here's a little sample of the book.

Katie’s stomach did a flip-flop as she fell onto Evan’s muscular legs. She gave a little squeak at the impact. Evan positioned her so that her bottom was centered on his lap.

Katie was wearing nothing but a work shirt of Evan’s. When she was standing, it hung off her shoulders and down to her knees.

Evan pushed the fabric toward Katie’s waist to reveal her bare bottom. He put his right hand over both cheeks and began to massage the skin.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and soothing.

Katie squirmed. “Naughty? I didn’t do anything.”

“Not yet, but you will,” he told her.

Katie shook her head in protest. “You can’t spank me for something I might do.”

“I can’t?” Evan’s voice betrayed laughter. He leaned back and regarded her.

“Maybe you can,” Katie conceded with a smirk. She relaxed over Evan’s lap and sank into the feeling of his fingers on her bottom. The fingers journeyed very slowly toward the center of things, and Katie’s pussy began to throb with anticipation.

But before Evan’s fingers made their way into Katie’s personal crevices, he pulled his hand back and began swatting her bottom.

“Ouch!” She yelped, jumping at the surprise attack.

Evan kept smacking her until she could feel a little sting building.

“That hurts!” she complained.

“That doesn’t hurt,” Evan told her. He placed five rapid fire swats on her left cheek and then repeated on the right.

“Yes it does!” she yelled.

Evan stopped and placed his hand on her bottom. “No, Katie. But I can certainly make it hurt..” He pulled back his hand and smacked her bottom hard. “That left a handprint,” he announced.

Katie yelled, biting her lip to stop herself from cursing.

“Now are you done complaining?” Evan asked her.

“Yes,” she said. She let her head fall down onto the sofa while Evan kept whacking away at her bottom.

“I don’t deserve a spanking,” Katie muttered trying to sound annoyed. She knew her voice betrayed her growing lust.

“You always deserve a spanking,” Evan told her. He spanked her low and in the middle of her cheeks, and Katie could feel her body grow moist.

“Just creating a little heat,” Evan told her. He swatted her a little harder, and smiled when Katie yelped.

“You have the sweetest little voice when you’re being spanked,” he told her.

Katie rolled her eyes and was immediately thankful that Evan didn’t see it.

Evan’s hand stopped swatting and rested between Katie’s legs. His palm was partially in her bottom crack and his fingers slid down between her legs. Evan had a large, heavy hand. Katie sometimes wondered if there was concrete inside.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and then paddle your sweet behind,” Evan announced.

Katie smiled. “Sorry, honey. I have an appointment back at the office.”

“Hm, so I only have time for one? Should I fuck you or paddle you?” Evan mused, teasing her verbally and with skillful fingers.

Katie wiggled her bottom seductively and pushed back against Evan’s hand.

“Okay, okay,” he told her. He slipped one finger and then two inside her. She rocked against him.

“Who’s the appointment?” Evan asked. He wiggled his fingers against the rough inner wall of Katie’s vagina, and she went weak.

“Uh.. hm?” she breathed.

Eric pressed his fingers against her. She moaned loudly. “The appointment, Katie. Who is your appointment with?”

“Oh, that woman Charles recommended,” she said. “It was the contract we worked out last night. More.”

“More?”

“More pressure.”

Evan complied with Katie’s request and pushed his fingers against her with a slow pulse. Katie’s head swirled and she concentrated on the feeling.

“You’re going to hire her then?” Evan asked, continuing his intrusion.

“What? Yes, of course, if she agrees. Oh Evan,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”

Even pressed a little harder, and Katie squirmed.

“Your bottom still warm?” Evan asked her.

Katie nodded. The answer to that question was always yes.

“Let’s just make sure,” he said. Katie whined as Evan popped her bottom quickly twenty more times.

The sting in Katie’s bottom wasn’t unbearable. In fact, it was the center of a glow that went all through her body.

Evan slipped his fingers back between her legs, and Katie moaned. He brought her to the edge, back arching toward him, and then he pulled away.

He stood and flipped Katie onto the bed on her back. He kept his eyes on hers as he took off his clothes. Then he slowly unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and pushed it aside. He climbed on top of her and leaned over her body, making her feel small and possessed.

“You are so wet,” he told her. “Somebody likes to be spanked.”

Katie grinned, and Evan leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. His lips pressed forcefully against her own.

Then his other parts were pressed against her, too. Katie moaned as Evan slipped inside her, filling places she hadn’t known were empty. Evan gave her a moment to feel him inside her before beginning to slowly rock back and forth. Katie moved with him, pressing her hips up and pulling him into her.

“Naughty baby,” Evan whispered in her ear as he rocked her body forward and back. “We’ll have to find time for that paddling.”

Katie arched her neck a little. She could feel Evan’s warm breath against her chest, and it was bringing even more heat to her already burning body. She matched Evan’s rhythm, the pressure inside growing more and more intense.

Just when she thought she would burst, he stopped.

She whimpered.

Then he began to move again, this time with stronger thrusts that moved her whole body with him. Katie felt her desire rising like a tide, and she shuddered.

“Go ahead,” he told her softly. His voice was calm but broken by his own heavy breathing.

The orgasm washed over her like water. She closed her eyes and felt the waves rush, bringing her out to sea and then back again.

Evan came more explosively, intensifying Katie’s rolling waves like a storm at sea. By the time it was over, Katie’s legs felt weak.

Evan climbed off of her and then leaned back against the sofa with a heavy sigh.

“Katie, you are an incredible woman,” he told her, his eyes still closed.

Merry Christmas from Jack and Meggie

I wrote two short Christmas stories featuring my favorite age-play couple, Jack and Meggie. You can find them at Lulu, Kindle and Smashwords. They are being offered for just 99 cents at Smashwords! Here's Jack and Meggie on the Christmas Train (inspired by a true story!) and A Little Christmas Spanking.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

The Preacher's Wife

In The Preacher's Wife, the story of Frankie and Nick continues. Now Nick's got a church, and Frankie is learning how to be a minister's wife.
The Preacher's Kid, The Preacher's Bride and The Preacher's Wife are almost what could be considered Christian Domestic Discipline. They are about people who have a deep faith and who are very conservative in many ways (although I like to think that they are politically liberal!) and who believe in the husband and the Head of Household who has the authority to discipline and spank his wife as well as his children when necessary.
Do I love Christian Domestic Discipline themed stories? Yeah. Do I believe that God has given men authority over wives and should discipline them when he thinks they need it? Um... no.
I have a suspicion that many of us who like our CDD are in it for the erotic nature of it. For me there's something hot about dragging religion into a domestic discipline story.
The Preacher's Wife includes some sex, so it isn't really a true CDD story. However it still has that twist that I enjoy. I hope you do, too.
Here's a little sample of The Preacher's Wife.

The Preacher’s Wife

By Jennie May

Frankie sat perched on the wooden chair outside of the farmhouse’s front room that Nick used as his office. She and Nick had been married for only a few months, and he had recently begun a position as pastor of the nearby Abington Community Church. Nick was handling the position well, in spite of those who thought he was too young for that level of responsibility. He had proven that he had the experience and the skills to lead the church effectively as well as to deliver inspiring and enlightening sermons. Frankie, however, was finding that her role as a pastor’s wife was not as easy as she had expected. In spite of years watching her mother in the same role, Frankie was having trouble with the diplomacy and grace required.

Frankie couldn’t see into the office, but she was still aware of the unfolding events. The door was open, and she could hear everything that was happening inside. She bit her lip, listening to the conversation.

“I understand,” said Nick. His voice was low, serious and completely professional.

“It’s not that we necessarily disagree with what Frankie said,” a higher voice explained nervously. “We understand her feelings on the matter.”

“But we disagree with the tone she took with Mrs. Dell and with the words that she used to explain her position,” said Marshall Kent, the oldest and most serious member of the church board. Frankie could just picture the old man’s round face crumpled into concern.

“I understand completely,” Nick repeated. “Frankie needs to learn how and when to express herself.”

Frankie winced. She felt terrible that she had put her husband in this position. He had just started his job, and she was already causing trouble. She had known all along that Mrs. Dell had been one of the people who had been against Nick’s being hired as pastor.

Frankie thought about Mrs. Dell and tried to contain a grumble. Old Mrs. Dell was the most miserable woman in the church. She complained about everything from Nick’s sermons to the color they had painted the church nursery. She had been talking Frankie’s ear off last Sunday when she mentioned that she didn’t believe children under the age of 5 should even be brought to church.

“Disruptive, that’s what they are,” the woman had said, squinting her eyes at a group of children playing nearby. “In my day, children knew how to behave. Now they just run like wild animals. You should speak to your husband about banning children from services.”

“Banning the children?” Frankie had repeated. “But how will they know about God?”

“They’ll find out about God when they’re old enough not to both me during worship,” Mrs. Dell had snapped.

For a moment Frankie had just stood in front of the woman, shocked. Then, too quickly, she found her voice.

“Jesus said let the little children come to me. Perhaps we should ban nasty old women instead, Mrs. Dell.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Frankie wished she could grab them all and shove them back in.

Mrs. Dell had huffed and turned quickly on one heel. Then she’d made a beeline for Marshall Kent.

That was why the church board was visiting Nick today. Frankie was so embarrassed she felt like crawling under a table. But she knew that if she wasn’t there to see the church board to the door, it would disappoint Nick.

She would do her duty as a minister’s wife, even if it squashed her pride.

Frankie stood as the little group left Nick’s office. She stood with her hands clasped against the back of her skirt and forced a smile.

“I’m glad you understand, Nick,” Marshall Kent said, shaking her husband’s hand.

Nick nodded solemnly. “I’ll take care of it Marshall. I appreciate you bringing it to my attention.”

Frankie swallowed hard. She moved to stand beside her husband and say goodbye to the church board as they left the little house. Each member told Frankie goodbye, but each seemed a little bit nervous to be speaking to her. Frankie felt like a naughty child who had been tattled on by the neighbors.

Nick closed the door and turned the lock with a click. Then he settled his eyes on Frankie. He raised his eyebrows. “You have anything to say for yourself?”

...

Frankie bit her lip and looked down at the bed.

Nick pulled her across his lap and positioned her bottom over his thighs. Then he flipped up her skirt and pulled down her panties.

“You have more responsibilities than the average woman, Frankie,” he told her sternly. “You are a minister’s wife, and the way you act is a reflection of me.”

Frankie felt chastised before the spanking even started. When it did start, the stinging slaps fell fast and with force. Her bottom soon felt like a ball of rubber left out in the sun. She involuntarily kicked her feet and closed her eyes tightly as Nick’s hand landed again and again on her bare cheeks.

The spanking wasn’t long, but the sting in Frankie’s bottom was intense when Nick let her up. There were tears in her eyes as she stood in front of her husband.

“I love you,” Nick told her, his eyes revealing his adoration. “I don’t know what I’d be without you. I know that I ask a lot from you so that I can pursue my calling, and I appreciate that you are willing to fill that role.”

“Of course I’m willing!” Frankie said, momentarily forgetting the sting in her backside. She threw her arms around him. “My calling is to support you in yours. I’ll do better, Nick. I promise.”

He laughed, pulling her onto his lap. She winced as she sat. “Maybe you’d better promise to try.”

“I promise to try,” Frankie told him. She kissed him and snuggled into his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

He held her there for a moment and then let his hands began to wander over her body. Frankie groaned and pushed herself toward him.

They both stayed in the bedroom until the next morning.

Frankie's Back and She's a Bride!

I enjoyed writing The Preacher's Kid so much that I immediately wrote The Preacher's Bride. This one follows Nick and Frankie through their wedding preparations back in Frankie's home town. Nick has helped Frankie grow up and get a handle on things, but she's not quite ready to walk back into her parents' house as an adult. Nick believes that childish behavior requires an appropriate reaction, and Frankie finds herself over his knee learning how to behave herself with her family. Josh and Jess are back too. Jess doesn't come from a domestic discipline background, though, and Josh knows that's what he wants in his future. Will Jess decide to follow Josh's leadership or will the whole thing blow up in their faces?
In The Preacher's Bride you'll also meet Frankie's sister, Evie. Evie has always been the good girl but deep inside she might be the wildest of all.
The Preacher's Bride is available over at Lulu as a print and a download. You should soon be able to find it for all the hand-held reading devices too.
I hope you love it as much as I do!