I love that after so many years of blogging I am still able to stumble across blogs new to me that have been around for even longer than mine. I was perusing the links of one of the blogs I frequent and came across PK Corey's Reading Room. PK is a longtime blogger and a multi-book author in the M/F DD genre. I decided to pick up one of her books and read it, and I loved it! The one I chose initially was this one:
It's not at all a short book at 115 pages, but I consumed it entirely in a sitting on Sunday at the cottage, reading it on my Kindle with my left hand often down my pants (!), the sign of fine spanko literature IMO :-)
From PK's contact info at the back of the book I emailed her just to thank her for her book, tell her a bit about myself and my blog/book efforts, and ask if I might publish a bit of a book review on my blog. She responded right away (cool!) to give me permission. She also asked which blog I had seen, as she had two. Two? I immediately went to search for the other based on the name she gave, and came up with what you might say is her main blog, New Beginnings. PK has been posting there since 2006.
Before getting into the book, I'll tell you a little about what I learned about PK from her blog. I am hoping PK will read this and correct me on anything I get wrong in the comments below!
"PK" is a nickname, and stands for "Pissed Kitty", a name she was given by some friends as a cute thing! She is a lifelong spanko and wrote little fiction stories privately for years.
PK was a schoolteacher, now retired. It was not until she turned 50 around 2006, after 23 years of marriage, that she "came out" to her husband Nick after finding Bonnie's My Bottom Smarts blog. According to PK, their sex lives improved dramatically after that.
Nick is not inherently a spanko, but spent a lot of time learning about PK's kink and trying to address PK's needs. There seemed to be a lot of communication back and forth over the years, including lengthy emails, to try to fine-tune things. But as it is with many non-spanko partners, it never came completely into focus. So PK was always frustrated that her attempts to get a more "real" DD dynamic going in their relationship always seemed to come up a bit short. Fortunately for us, she channeled these frustrations into a wonderful series of books for us to read patterned after her fantasy life.
I hear about this problem often in reverse, where the guy is the spanko and the vanilla wife never quite "gets it". Very often the guy gives up completely on any sort of spanko activities with his wife. I think this is because a non-spanko wife expects her man to be a man, and his wanting to be spanked, at some deep level, disappoints her. I hear about valiant efforts for the wife to cater to her husband's needs, often with really good intent, but it is is often the guy who backs away, not wishing to create tension in the relationship and even subconsciously disappoint his wife.
In PK's case, she considered backing away many times, but Nick was always willing to keep at it because he knew how important it was to her. I think with a female bottom you don't get the same dynamic as with a male bottom in that it is falls more in-line with traditional gender stereotypes to have the man dole out the spankings.
Fortunately, I never experienced any of this personally in my relationship with my husband.
Here I think I'll take a little interlude to introduce myself to PK (and any new readers) so she has a sense of my history with TTWD ("This Thing We Do" - I
learned that reading PK's blog) without backtracking through my entire
blog.
David is a lifelong spanko like PK, and he hid it from me for the first few years of our marriage, like PK. David started with fantasies of spanking women, but had about 10%-20% fantasies of being spanked by women as well, especially in more embarrassing public settings with witnesses. When he first approached me, he asked if I was turned on at all at the thought of being spanked.
That was an awkward question. I had endured a legit sexual assault in my past (from a creep I had foolishly invited into my apartment while I was drunk in my early twenties). I have spent years dealing with the psychological and emotional fallout from that incident (which I completely ignored for a long time). So the concept of being held down and struck by a man, even for play with the man I trusted completely, made me irrationally panicked.
When he saw my reaction, he immediately pivoted to asking me if I had any interest in spanking him. This was an idea that appealed to me! After some false starts, I really got into it, and found the action to be super empowering and super sexy at the same time. So I was off to the races, and devoted an inordinate amount of time and energy into researching the kink and manufacturing ever more kinky situations for my husband, often involving embarrassing situations with other women (which he craves and I enjoyed).
But I was obviously a latent spanko. I haven't really heard of any other spankos who were not into it from as early as they can remember. But that was genuinely the case for me. And when it bloomed, it bloomed fully in me. I consider myself as much of a spanko as any lifer now.
Throughout the time I spanked my husband, I always maintained full respect for him as a man and as a provider outside of our spanking playtime. Play was play, and that was how I approached it. In vanilla public life, I always showed him respect and stroked his ego. Mind you, "play" sometimes dribbled into real life in the sense that I might latch onto some real thing as an excuse to spontaneously start a scene, and he knew that and played along with it, sometimes even in anonymous public settings. It was all amazing fun and games.
I don't know if it was age, or the catharsis from all the spanking I was doing, but it eventually kindled in me the desire to play as the bottom, and we started exploring that. I was no longer panicked by it, but sought it out to a quite frankly scary extreme in some cases.
Not too long ago, near the start of COVID, events conspired and I had done something we both believed was careless, and he spanked me for it, and the spanking felt very, very, real. Real in the sense that I went along with it grudgingly and got my attitude adjusted for real. I was hooked. I found that the play we had been engaging in was some kind of sublimated desire on my part to be actually taken in hand by my husband.
As a result, we changed the parameters of our relationship. We still play, switching top and bottom as we please, but we're also in agreement that I'm subject to his discipline when he thinks I have screwed up in some material way. As a grown up woman, that does not happen very often, so we have playtime to take the edge off, as it were, and we reserve the real discipline for when I have really earned it, which is infrequent. And the relationship is not at all symmetric in this sense. I am the taken-in-hand and he is the Head-of-Household, despite role reversals during playtime. It's a subtle difference, but an important one to me.
Fortunately, being a confirmed spanko himself, David knows exactly what buttons to push for me. Many of the things I have done to him over the years are things that turn me on equally when done to me.
Hope that helps in setting the stage for how I read a book like Cal's Law. So on to my book report.
As I mentioned, my first stop was PK Corey's Reading Room, which PK describes as more a "professional blog" for her writing. The blog features snippets from her work, and lists out all the books she has published. I liked the direction of the snippet, so I thought I would try out a book.
PK's most enduring character is Cassie, an older woman in a DD relationship with her husband. There are currently 10 books in that series. I thought of starting with book one of that, but thought it would be better to sample some of PK's more recent writing as perhaps being more representative of her current abilities.
Her latest book, "On the River", is the first in a new series also featuring Cassie but more cross-generational. It looked intriguing, but PK has not yet moved it to Kindle Unlimited so it would cost me money. I knew most of her books were on Kindle Unlimited, so thought it was just prudent to start with a book covered by that program before going deeper (cheapskate!).
Therefore I settled on a book from 2017, part one of a four part series, called Cal's Law. Here is the blurb from Amazon:
Jenny is the typical rich-kid, sorority girl. Getting good grades
isn’t high on her priority list. In fact, that sits well below getting
into the secret faction of her sorority. To do that she must pull off a
daring bit of mischief.
Cal Bennet is the town sheriff.
He’s a relatively young, no-nonsense kind of guy – with a heart of gold.
He is the moral center of this small town in North Carolina. But when
his and Jenny’s paths cross unexpectedly, things get complicated and he
questions his morals and his heart.
His plan to save
Jenny from herself by enforcing strict discipline seems like a sound
one. To both of them. At first. He enacts a touch of martial law and
Jenny agrees to learn more than English Lit. Cooking, cleaning, and
laundry are but a few of her new subjects. Along with time-management,
telling the truth, and doing homework. Breaking any one in this new set
of rules will result in a sound spanking. It all sounds simple enough
when she signs on the dotted line of the contract between her and the
sheriff.
But life is messy, and she is faced with one
tough decision after another. She’s a college student! Shouldn’t life be
easier than this? Less complicated? Jenny finds herself being pulled in
two directions: her moral, upstanding sheriff leads her down one path,
and a cute frat boy leads her down another. In one direction lies
maturity, and a future. In the other, the simplicity of being a rich kid
in college where Mommy and Daddy pay for everything. Now she must
choose: Will she continue to let her parents pay for it all, or will she
learn to pay the price for her own actions?
Publisher’s note: This love story is a steamy, hot romance novel that includes spankings, and sexual scenes.
Well this was clearly up my alley. I have a bit of a Daddy fetish, and I liked the age difference (her 19 to his almost 30, I believe). Nineteen feels like my perpetual age when I am getting spanked, and I imagine my disciplinarian as a 30-year-old minimum (or older - even to gramps age!).
The plot seemed a bit contrived in the blurb, but in the book it fell out quite naturally alongside what we know about the characters and the situation in more detail. This was done efficiently, getting us to the action quickly, which I appreciated. The first chapter established Cal as having some "old fashioned" ideas on discipline, and on his caring nature. In chapter two we are immediately thrown into the action.
Jenny snuck into Sheriff Cal's house as a sorority hazing prank to steal some innocuous items. She did not know she was sneaking into the Sheriff's house! Cal awakened and apprehended her at gunpoint. Of course, Jenny was begging that she not have her life ruined by being prosecuted, and Cal suggested an alternative.
Yes it's classic and cliched, but I loved it nonetheless. I don't need an elaborate plot to explain the situation to me, just enough for me to suspend my disbelief, and this did the trick nicely. And heck, I would have taken Cal's deal, so I was immediately having empathy for Jenny (and feeling that tingling in my bum and from miss puss puss that drew my hand down the front of my pants).
I loved that Sheriff Cal handcuffed Jenny's wrist to his bed while he gave her time to think it over alone. That is SOOOO sexy, OMG!
For her introductory spanking, Jenny is spanked across the seat of her sweatpants by Cal using only his hand. This felt "real" for the situation.
Cal pulled the straight chair to the middle of the room and sat. He reached out for Jenny's hand and quickly guided her over his lap. He had momentarily thought of pulling out the old paddle he had in the back of a drawer, but noting her thin sweats he realized he could do all that was necessary with his hand.
Jenny found herself dangling and her fingertips touched the floor for balance. She couldn't even begin to sort through her emotions at the moment – fear, embarrassment, shame and somewhere in there a little excitement. From above her Cal spoke, "Why are you getting this spanking?"
Jenny stammered a moment before answering, "I broke into your house and tried to steal from you."
"That's right," Cal agreed, "Did you know stealing was wrong?"
"Yes, sir." Even with all that was going on Jenny wondered where the 'sir' had come from.
Isn't that writing marvelous? First, it foreshadows a spanking with the paddle and with the sweats down. Second, it indicates that Cal is masterful enough to make his point even with just his hand over her sweats. If I'm to be punished, David often uses just his hand. For you guys out there, if you've never experienced, as a woman, a man's hard hand spanking, you have no idea! I thought it was perfect that the sweats were allowed to stay up. Too creepy otherwise at this stage.
The positioning and the emotions from Jenny were bang on. Fear, embarrassment, and shame, are all things I experience for a disciplinary spanking. And, yes, a tinge of excitement as well. So perfectly captured.
The back and forth verbal exchange is such an important trigger for me as well. I need to acknowledge why I am being spanked. And then asking her if she knew stealing was wrong. That's something you might ask a three-year-old, right?
This was the first 'sir' in the book. She has probably never called any man 'sir' before in her lifetime. It was only when she was across the knee, being prepared for a spanking, that it spontaneously escaped her lips from her subconscious mind.
The spanking proceeded with Cal lecturing her throughout on how foolish she had been, how she could have been taken for a burglar and shot, how she could have ruined her life.
Pausing, Cal asked, "Are you sure you know how serious this was?"
"I do know, honest!"
"Good," Cal answered "Now let's make sure you never forget."
Oh my gosh how my heart flutters there! She has already been taught her lesson. She has learned her lesson, absolutely. But now she will be taught to remember her lesson.
With that, Cal delivered the last twenty firm hard spanks. "Are you going to be able to remember, Jenny?"
"Yes, I will! I promise. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jenny sobbed. "Please stop, I'll be good."
Cal stopped. He knew that was enough and somehow her small, "I'll be good" had spoken to him.
Yes, the spanking reduced her to the status of a naughty sobbing little girl across Daddy's knee. Now she really is sorry, and she promises to be good.
Cal ran his hand gently over her sweats knowing how red and painful her ass must be.
We are made to imagine her bare bottom under those sweats. At this point we know that neither party would object to a pulling down of her sweats and a closer examination of her well-spanked derriere. However that would not be proper, yet. Again, this foreshadows things to come.
She winced as Cal stood her on her feet. He put his arms around her and held her as she sobbed. "Shhh..." he cooed to her "you're all right now. It's all over and everything's okay."
Ahhhh! Complete forgiveness. The ultimate reward of a spanking punishment. The expiation of guilt. The ability to let it all out. The ability to sob uncontrollably into a caring Daddy's arms as he comforts you. Another HUGE trigger for me.
Over the next couple of months, Cal straightens Jenny out. He teaches her how to focus on her schoolwork and how to perform domestic chores around his place. He is giving her wife training! (so sexy). They each have sexual dreams about the other. She wants him. He wants her.
Part of their deal was Jenny needed to be on-time for her classes, even the 8am ones. After a few weeks she started backsliding on this, but Cal was keeping tabs on her via the Professor whom he knew. So her second spanking was given to remind her to get to her classes on time and not to sleep in. It's an offense I would have committed, easily!
This spanking she got to keep her jeans on, but the paddle came out. Yup, a paddle can do a lot of damage, even over jeans! I loved that PK was taking it slow with us, one step at a time, building the anticipation.
Jenny reflects on her spankings. A particularly poignant passage, for me, was this one.
How could it be that being spanked and knowing that a spanking was a very real consequence if she messed up, could make her feel more like a real woman than anything else in her life?
Oh my gosh yes! PK expresses exactly my feelings when I don't have the words to do so myself. I feel exactly this way. It is the real thing that ultimately does it for me. No play spanking can take its place. In my book, Julie's Spankings, I try to express this sentiment throughout, but nowhere as succinctly and with as much impact as PK does here.
Later on, Jenny screws up very badly, missing an exam because she got lured into attending a frat party, getting drunk, and oversleeping.
Like a Dad, Cal steps in and smooths it over with the professor. She will be allowed to retake the test under Cal's supervision at home, after her spanking. There is a definite hint that her Professor, a friend and mentor of Cal's, knows exactly the score. For my part, I love that other people know I am a spanked wife. It gives me goose bumps and makes me extra proud of my man.
Jenny is taken home and is shocked that Cal wants to put her in the corner!
"I want you standing in the corner. I'm going to take a shower while you think about the decisions you've made in the last twenty-four hours."
"The corner! Are you crazy? I'm not a child, I'll be damned if I'll stand in the corner like one. You have lost your mind."
Yes, at some point, even a girl like Jenny will reach her breaking point of humiliation. This is exactly how I feel when I am sent to the corner, but now I've learned the good sense not to say that aloud!
"You think this is a good time to tell me how mature you are? You lied to me, you broke your promise to me, you got drunk and passed out in a frat house and you damn near screwed up your semester of school. You are a woman, Jenny. I'm more aware of that than you realize, but you acted like a four-year-old yesterday. So you are going to stand in that corner and you're going to do it with your pants down."
Oh no! Look what her backtalk got her. Not just in the corner, but in the corner with her pants down! I love how Cal's barrage of unquestionable righteousness sort of ends that discussion completely. And yes, it is four-year-olds who are sent to the corner for timeout. But if she acts like a four-year-old, she is going to be punished like one. Unbreakable top logic!
I love it how this is the first time her pants will be coming down. In this context. In the context of it being a childish humiliation for her backtalk. I mean, pants coming down can be sexy, right? But not like this! Never like this! How totally, utterly, humiliating.
Jenny stared at him for a long moment. Then before she could think anymore she turned and walked to the corner.
"Jeans down to your knees, Jenny. You can leave your underwear on."
Yes, she's been mastered. Utterly and righteously mastered. By her actions, she's admitting she acted like a four-year-old and deserves to be punished like one. That's a hard pill for a pretty nineteen year-old to swallow. Cal reminds her that her childish penance would be done with her jeans at her knees. He graciously gave her permission to keep her underwear on. It's the blank space here that is so sexy. He could just have easily required her underwear be taken down as well, but he benevolently, and in a gentlemanly manner, allowed her to keep them up. Entirely his decision, and make no mistake about it.
However, here things take an unexpected turn.
Cal noticed the sharp intake of breath and the briefest hesitation before Jenny did as directed. He watched as she slid her jeans over her slim hips. His eyes widened as he realized she was wearing a thong. He stared for a moment, transfixed at this beautiful sight. then he turned silently and headed to his bedroom. "Let's make that a cold shower," he muttered to himself.
Ha ha! Love it. That sexual tension. When Cal ordered the punishment he was expecting a modest set of cotton-print panties no doubt. Not only must Jenny display her cute bare buns to Cal, but she is exposed for being a bit of a naughty young lady as well. We also immediately discern that this time her paddling will be on her bare cheeks!
The book proceeds with a bit of a love triangle with the fratboy Kyle. Honestly, I could have done without that subplot. There is no way that Jenny would risk her nascent relationship with Cal for that little twerp. Not believable, but maybe I'm biased. And maybe it's just good book writing to give me something to be angry about: "Jenny! You idiot! (sputter, sputter) Cal is the perfect guy! What are you doing????". And I guess we need a tension that needs resolution. So, ok, well played, PK. (Grumble - how could you do that to me?)
There's one more monumentally stupid thing that Jenny does, and it's realistic, and she gets her worst spanking yet. I won't spill the details, you'll need to buy the book. And I won't tell you if the conflict with the love triangle gets resolved, you'll have to read it to find out. But it's really, really good writing!
I will say, though, that her final punishment is a good one. There's an added element of line writing, and sitting on a super uncomfortable prickly mat after her initial spanking in just her thong on the bottom to do it, in case that turns your crank (it does mine!).
At one point when Cal tells Jenny to remove her pants, Jenny has this thought.
Turning away from Cal she started to slide her pants off when she remembered she'd planned on changing to panties that at least offered the thought of protection, but again she was wearing a thong. Buy some damned granny panties, she thought to herself. But it was too late now and with no cover for her condemned ass, the pants came off.
Yes! Exactly. That last experience should have taught her that lesson. This is just getting slutty now.
But more seriously, one of my triggers is the embarrassment of knowing that my pussy goes on parade during a spanking. A thong allows for the bum to be bare without that added humiliation. Making her take the thong off would be exclusively and only for that single reason, and that seems a bit sexual in context.
I would have preferred had Jenny sworn off thongs after that earlier embarrassment and bare bum spanking, and opted for more girlish cotton print panties (my fave during a spanking), believing she would be allowed to keep those. Then, much to her infinite dismay and embarrassment, learning that her offense was so severe that even her childish panties would be coming off for this punishment. She would be mortified having to display little miss puss puss to Cal, then to later have to crawl across his knee and feel the cool air on her vagina, imagining the view she must be presenting to him!!!! And would Cal "notice" her excitement in the process, and would Jenny notice his?
I wonder why it did not go this far? I'll have to read more of PK's books to see if stuff like this happens. Or maybe it's PK's sensibilities? Or perhaps it's her editors, to keep it more R than XXX?
But all in all, a minor quibble in the scheme of things. The book was superb, it very much turned my crank, and the writing was just great. I'm going to recommend it to David as "required reading". Even though he's a confirmed spanko, he can still pick up a trick or two from PK's men!
