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Dreamer

By: Carole Archer
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2014 by Blushing Books� and Carole Archer
21 Chapters + Epilogue / 77,040 Words
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After twenty years in the same job, Deena Wood is laid off with a good severance package. Instead of wallowing, she is surprisingly positive about her future and excited at the opportunity to train for a new career. Her love of baking and a lifelong dream to run her own bakery leads her to enroll in cooking classes at her local university.

Although Deena is keen to improve her skills, she finds herself frequently daydreaming - mainly about her gorgeous tutor Martin Vine. There's an undeniable attraction between them and eventually they give in to their desires, discovering a shared love of spanking. Unfortunately for Deena, she quickly learns that Martin doesn't only spank for fun, he's a strong believer in domestic discipline. She's embarrassed to find herself on the receiving end of humiliating punishments such as enemas and anal play, as well as very hard spankings.

But as life throws obstacles in their way, will Deena have to chose between her dream bakery or the man she loves? Or is there a way she can have them both?

Prologue

SMACK!

I jump to attention, my eyes wide. With a racing heart, my eyes shift towards the sound that startled me from my daydreams.

"Ah, Miss Wood, thank you so much for joining us."

The voice is tinged with sarcasm and my cheeks flush as my tutor's piercing blue eyes lock on mine. In his left hand is a ball of dough, which he slaps sharply. I instinctively wince and clench my buttocks.

"Sorry, sir," I mumble, shuffling my feet and chewing my lower lip. An amused look crosses his face as his eyebrows arch upwards. His right hand kneads the ball of dough, and an image forms in my mind of those big hands fondling my voluptuous breasts.

"You're not at school anymore, Miss Wood," he smirks. "You don't have to address me as sir. I've told you before, you may call me Martin."

Not about to let him get the upper hand, I respond sarcastically, "Likewise, Martin, you may call me Deena." I immediately curse my fair colouring, annoyed when I feel heat rising up my neck and into my cheeks. My voice quavers slightly, belying the confidence I attempt to portray.

I look down at my hands and wring them anxiously, desperately trying to hide my blushes. I am relieved when he turns his attention back to the class.

I feel privileged to be a student again at the age of thirty-six. Baking is my second favourite passion in life, and rather than seeing redundancy as a disaster after twenty years in the same job, I view it as a challenge. I have recently invested a chunk of my pay-off in a one-year baking course at my local university, where I intend to hone my skills. The thought of eventually setting up my own business keeps me motivated, and I can't deny our gorgeous tutor, Martin Vine, makes my participation even more enjoyable.

I glance back at his large, skilful hands expertly manipulating the dough.

As I've said, baking is my second love. Watching Martin's hand slap down against the dough once more, I gasp and my butt cheeks tighten in anticipation as I'm reminded of my most favourite pastime�spanking, of course!


Chapter One

"Sorry I'm late," I shout, dashing into the classroom, dropping my bags at my workstation and tugging off my coat. Hanging it up, I grab my apron and pull it on, hurrying over to join the group assembled around Martin's work area.

Colour heats my cheeks as Martin regards me sternly, looks at his watch, and shakes his head. "I'm pleased you could join us," he greets me, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuttons his cuffs and slowly rolls up his sleeves. I watch the motion with bated breath, imagining him calling me to the front of the class to scold me�and spank me - for my tardiness.

I close my eyes and visualise myself bending over, hands flat on his workbench. His palm presses down between my shoulder blades, flattening my breasts against the hard surface. One hand rests gently on the small of my back, and I experience a sharp intake of breath as his other hand smacks down on my upturned bottom.

"Deena!"

Glancing up, my cheeks flush as I realise Martin is addressing me�and I'm daydreaming yet again! "Sir?" I whimper, chewing my lip anxiously when my classmates start to snigger. "Sorry, I mean, M-M-Martin."

"Come here!" he orders, and for a moment my feet remain rooted to the spot, my brain struggling to comprehend his instruction. His firm voice turns my legs to jelly.

"Deena, are you deaf? I said come here," he repeats, his brow furrowing as he sighs deeply.

I swallow nervously and nod, slowly shuffling towards him. Please, God, don't let him spank me. I've fantasised about this for so long, but please, not in front of everyone. An image flashes up in my mind, a memory of a spanking I received over my tutor's desk many years ago. Despite my erotic fantasies about this recently, at the time it was thoroughly humiliating and I have no desire to repeat that embarrassing episode now.

Although I have unsavoury thoughts about various dominant men I have encountered, no one has ever affected me quite like Martin does. I recall that morning a couple of weeks ago when I first walked into his classroom. The second I laid eyes on him, I knew my racing heart would forever belong to him. I was immediately lost in his ice blue eyes. His closely cropped grey hair seemingly intensified his dominant persona, and when he masterfully rolled his sleeves up, I nearly swooned. He treated me to a flash of his amazing smile, with perfectly straight, white teeth, and from that moment on I was putty in his hands. Blinking rapidly, I drag myself back to the present moment. As I cautiously approach him, I notice he certainly isn't smiling now, and his stern expression causes me to shudder.

"I'm going to have to start calling you Deena Daydream," he sighs, grasping my wrist and pulling me closer to him.

"I'm sorry s�err, I mean M-M-Martin," I stammer.

"Have you been listening to anything I've just said?" he asks, his eyebrows rising as he stares coolly at me.

"Well?" he says, when I look down at my shoes and study my feet.

"Sorry s�erm, I thought that was just a hypothetical question."

I glance up and his eyebrows lift higher, allowing me to gaze longingly into his bright blue eyes. For a moment I'm very tempted to lean forward and kiss him.

"I'm waiting," he sighs, clearly exasperated.

Tearing my eyes away from his, I tell a small fib. "Yes sir, of course I was listening." I sound so convincing, I almost believe myself that I've taken in every word of his lesson.

He smiles, showing off those perfect teeth, and his eyes sparkle. My heart instantly beats faster.

Gripping my elbow firmly, Martin spins me round to face his workstation, putting his hand on the small of my back and pushing me forward. I freeze, and feel the colour drain from my face as I frantically turn my head to look at him, my mouth gaping open. "No," I plead. Please, not like this.

"I'm only asking you to give the class a demonstration of the basic dough recipe I've just outlined. What did you think I was asking you to do?" he smirks.

I glance up at him and my cheeks burn. Stepping aside, he indicates that I should begin.

Taking a deep breath, I pull the glass bowl towards me. The ingredients are all on the worktop. This can't be too hard. Oh God, why wasn't I listening? I think frantically, as I cast a gaze over the ingredients lined up in front of me. Picking up the flour, I tip a generous amount into the bowl and glance at him. He nods. "Go on, you're doing well so far." My blush deepens, I know he's mocking me, and I pick up the packet of powdered yeast, open it and tip it into the bowl.

Glancing furtively towards my classmates, Linda holds her hand out like it's a claw, and does a swirling motion with it. Frowning, I peruse the other ingredients�salt, oil and water. Picking up the salt, I tip a generous amount into the mixture.

Martin immediately steps towards me, and I know instantly that I've done something wrong. Shaking his head, he sighs deeply. "Game over, you've just killed our dough. Can anyone tell me what Deena did wrong?" Resting his hand against the small of my back, he sends an involuntary shudder through my body. He doesn't seem to notice, and his hand remains there, caressing ever so lightly as every hand in the class�apart from mine, of course - shoots up into the air.

Judy, who is at least fifteen years my junior, looks at me with a mixture of disgust and superiority, before pronouncing smugly, "Salt retards the yeast. Deena should have mixed it into the flour before adding the salt, so they didn't come into contact."

"Well done, Judy," he praises, and I realise too late that Linda had been trying to tell me to mix the yeast into the flour with my hand. Shrugging my shoulders, I offer a small smile to her before dipping my fingers into the dry ingredients and swirling them together. I look up at Martin hopefully, as I add a little extra salt.

"As this is just a demonstration, go ahead," he says, stepping away from me. I glance up at my helpful classmate, whose gaze falls on the olive oil. Picking it up, I pour a small amount into the bowl. I then select the jug of water and add a little to the mix, looking to Martin for approval. I'm relieved to see his smile has now returned.

Putting my hands into the bowl, I start to combine the ingredients. The dough is quite stiff as I work it, and I'm grateful when Martin picks up the water and tips a little more in as I continue to blend the mixture.

"It's quite soft, isn't it?" he notes, standing behind me and putting his hands over mine, kneading the dough with me. "Mmm," I purr, gasping as I feel his breath against my neck. I fail to suppress a grin as I wish one part of his anatomy wasn't so soft right now.

My eyes are drawn to our hands, working the dough together. He encourages me to form a fist and knead it into the bread mix. I'm suddenly reminded of the scene from Ghost, where Molly and Sam are working on the potter's wheel. I imagine the two of us naked, covered in flour, kneading the dough together, his firm right hand slapping the dough before he reaches behind me and slaps my ass.

SLAP! My eyes widen in shock and my cheeks redden instantly. I instinctively reach back and protectively cup my buttock. As I press my hand against my behind, I know immediately that Martin hasn't smacked me at all, and the blush in my cheeks burns hotter. Looking down at the workbench in front of us, I see the dough lay on the table, his hand resting against it. I watch mesmerised as his hand rises again, before firmly smacking back down on the dough, squashing it flat.

An image forms in my mind of my bare ass presented to him, his hand slapping down on my rounded cheeks, flattening the flesh on impact. I grunt in approval and tense my buttocks. As I glance over my shoulder, there's a wicked glint in his eyes, and I wonder if we're on the same wavelength.

I am relieved, but also a little disappointed, when he tells me to return to the watching group. For some unknown reason they're all smirking, and my cheeks continue to flush with embarrassment as I wonder if they noticed me reach back to caress my butt.

I watch transfixed as Martin expertly manipulates the ball of dough, pressing it down with the heel of his hand, constantly turning it and kneading it into a pliable consistency on the floured surface. My mind once more wanders as I focus on those hands, imagining them on my soft flesh.

"Catch!"

I react too slowly, my arms flailing around, and as the ball of dough drops to the floor between my feet, I glance up and see him smirking at me. Sighing, I bend forward to pick it up. My jeans tighten across my ass and I let out a groan as I visualise his hand caressing my butt before landing a hard spank on each cheek.

Blinking rapidly to clear the distracting vision, I grasp the dough and stand upright, throwing it quite forcefully back at him. Martin's eyes widen as he quickly raises his hands and catches the ball of dough, his huge smile once more lighting up those mesmerising eyes.

"Everyone back to their workstations, let's see what you've learned," he says, dropping the piece of dough onto his own workbench. "Good thing I wasn't planning on eating that," he says, smacking his hand down and flattening it against the well-floured surface, sending a cloud of white powder up around him. My eyes remain focused on his large hand, fingers splayed and palm pressed up against the dough, and I squirm as I try to imagine how that hand would feel on my ass.

When he finally lifts his hand from the table, I glance around and notice everyone else has returned to their workstations, and has already started to mix their dough. Immediately I rush over to my own work area and tip some flour into my bowl, remembering to stir in the yeast before adding the salt this time.

When I have a ball of pliant dough, I start to mould it in my hands, imagining I'm making a snowball.

"No, no, no, not like that. Do it the way I showed you," Martin scolds, stepping up behind me and snaking his arms around my waist, cupping his hands over mine. My breath catches in my throat as his body presses against mine once more.

As he manipulates my hands, helping me to adopt the correct action, I glance over my shoulder at him, wondering if I'm hearing things. No, he is definitely humming quietly to himself�Unchained Melody! As I stare dumbfounded at him, he stops and grins, showing off those amazingly white teeth.

"I won't get that song out of my head for the rest of the day, now you've put it there," he says with a laugh, walking away as my cheeks flush. Oh no, I must have been humming it when he stood behind me earlier. No wonder my classmates looked so amused.

Embarrassed beyond belief, I work my frustrations out on my poor lump of dough, pounding it into the work surface and smacking it firmly with my hand, avoiding eye contact with my fellow students and our tutor.

I work hard for the rest of the afternoon, paying more attention and trying not to let my mind wander.

Martin comes to my assistance when I add roasted peppers from a jar and olives to my flatbread. He helpfully suggests adding some herbs or another dry ingredient to counter the wetness. "You don't want a soggy flatbread," he says, tucking a loose strand of my long red hair behind my ear. Lowering my head, I thank him for his help. I add cheese and chopped chives, and although I feel the flavours maybe won't work well together, he compliments me on a good effort.

My black olive, coriander and red onion flatbread is much more successful, but he saves me from another certain disaster when my dough starts to stick to the work surface. Gathering the group around, he flours my bench, flips the dough over and rolls it out, turning it frequently.

"You're all making this mistake," he points out, smiling kindly at me. I'm relieved that he isn't singling me out for criticism. "I chose this bread to use as an example as it's the best combination of ingredients I've seen today." My smile grows as I silently accept his praise, and my spirits instantly lift.

As the others return to their workstations, I hold my breath as Martin leans close, cleaning his hands off on my apron. "You've got flour all over your bum. Want me to rub it off?"

My cheeks colour and I nod, cringing as he grasps the waistband of my jeans and yanks it upwards, forcing me forward slightly as the material is pulled taut across my butt. I hold my breath as his hand roughly brushes the flour from the seat of my jeans. "That's better," he says, slapping my ass gently before releasing me.

My cheeks scarlet, I mumble "thank you, sir," and turn back to my workstation. Taking a deep breath, I glance to my right and am surprised to find him still standing there.

"Okay?" He smiles.

In an attempt to appear calm and unflustered, I shrug my shoulders and say "fine," but I'm unable to hold his gaze and look down at the floor, my pulse racing.

Fortunately, he moves away and I'm able to get on with my work, but it seems every time I glance up, those cool eyes are watching me from across the room. I swallow as I look at him, wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Lowering my gaze, I'm sure I can make out a slight bulge in his pants.

Turning my back on him, I drop a spoon to the floor and bend down to pick it up. I take my time, pushing my butt out towards him and wiggling it slightly before straightening up. Looking towards him, the bulge in his pants is visibly larger and I smile as I return to my workstation.

At the end of the day, as we're clearing away, Martin again approaches me. My heartbeat quickens and I sigh, wondering how I will ever learn anything when his mere presence has my stomach doing cartwheels.

"Deena, could you stay back after class please?" He smiles, touching my lower back. "I'd like a quick word."

I nod, averting my eyes as I continue to clear up. My workstation always seems to be much messier than anyone else's, and I wonder if he's going to point this out to me again. He's already scolded me several times over the past couple of weeks for daydreaming and not paying attention in class. I also remember I was late to class again this morning, and hope he isn't cross about that. And then I remember my provocative behaviour a little earlier. I pray I haven't offended him. It's totally out of character for me to behave in such a blatant manner, and I wonder what's come over me.

I desperately want to do well in this class and learn all I can, but he makes it so difficult for me to concentrate. I guess I could find another class, but I can't bear the thought of never seeing him again.

All too soon the other students have left, and as I hear Martin close the door, my heart sinks.

"Maybe I should find another class?" I suggest, before he can say anything. He opens his mouth to speak but I continue, not wanting him to agree to my suggestion so quickly.

"It's quite obvious I'm not doing as well as the others," I add, "and I could ask to transfer to Mr. McGuinness's classes."

Glancing up at him, I am surprised to see his gorgeous face contorted in a frown. "What on earth are you talking about? I don't want you to find another class, and certainly not Mr. McGuinness's. That's much too basic for you, and it's only part-time. You are doing well. You just seem a little distracted at times. I'd like to know if there's anything I can help you with. Do you have problems at home that maybe it would help to talk about?"

I shake my head. "No, I don't." My voice is harder than I mean it to be, and I shrug apologetically.

"Money worries?"

I again shake my head, and can't help smiling. I know that I'm in a better financial position than most women my age. I've paid off my mortgage, invested well during my twenty years working for an accountancy firm, and have a very healthy savings account.

"I can't help if I don't know what the problem is," he sighs, draping an arm protectively around my shoulders. "When you're concentrating, you come up with some amazing things, but you frequently have your head in the clouds - and that's twice you've been late this week. Please, tell me what the problem is," he urges.

Sighing deeply, I cover my face with my hands and shake my head. Why are men so dim? Why can't he see what's right in front of his eyes? How can he not realise that I fancy the pants off him? And why doesn't he see that when he rolls his sleeves up, pats a wooden spoon against his hand, addresses me as 'young lady,' and generally acts in a totally dominant manner, I just want to bend over and feel the flat of his hand on my bottom? For God's sake, you idiot, I want you to spank me!

Breathing deeply, I try to imagine how things might be. I picture myself bending across the workbench, reaching across to grasp the other side as his hand caresses my buttocks. He kneads my cheeks with his firm hand, before raising it high and smacking down hard.

"Oww," I shriek, standing upright and cupping my stinging buttock. I gasp in shock. I'm not imagining it this time. This really is happening.

"As I suspected," he frowns. "I wondered if that appalling display earlier was a cry for attention. It seems I'm right, after that little admission."

My cheeks colour as I realise I have spoken my thoughts out loud. I can't believe I've actually told him I want a spanking�even though I desperately do! "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I can't believe I said that out loud. I didn't mean to�I mean, of course I wanted you to do it, it's always on my mind, but I didn't mean to say it�not then anyway. I was just daydreaming�again!" I shrug my shoulders, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I just can't concentrate. Everything you do with your hands, I imagine them on my bum�" The words spill quickly from my mouth. When he takes my hand and squeezes it, I take a breath and stop talking.

"Deena, enough!" he says firmly.

I'm shocked and swallow anxiously. "Yes sir. I'm sorry sir."

Martin nods and points to the now spotless surface that I have been rolling dough on all day. "Bend over, young lady. I won't tell you again."

Numbly, I nod and lower my body onto the cool, flat surface. I blink rapidly, wondering if I'm dreaming. "I'm sorry, sir," I whisper, as his hand caresses my stinging buttock.

"You have been late for class twice this week," he scolds, raising his hand and smacking it down on my other cheek. I yelp and wiggle my bottom, but remain in position. Pinching my arm, I wince. I am awake. This is really happening. Oh, my God!

"You don't listen in class. You're frequently daydreaming, meaning I have to explain things to you again," he snaps, cracking his hand down on each buttock three times, quickly building up a sting in my behind.

"Oh," I gasp, squirming as I grip the edge of the bench.

"And as for that disgraceful display, bending over and wiggling your bottom at me in an overtly sexual manner! I ought to pull your jeans and panties down and take you across my knee," he suggests, smacking his hand hard against my right sit spot. "Let's see how much your naughty bum wiggles then," he adds, slapping my quivering butt several times. I gasp and push my bottom out towards him, his words making my pussy twitch in anticipation of his threat.

His hand smacks down once more, on my left sit spot, and I arch my back, opening my legs wide. Immediately he smacks me firmly between my spread thighs and I gasp loudly, closing my legs before parting them once more.

"Please," I beg, raising my bottom towards his hand.

"Bad, naughty girl," he scolds, landing a few more stinging smacks to the centre of my behind.

"Oh, please, sir, I'm sorry I was so naughty," I squeal. "Please don't bare my bottom. Please don't put me over your knee like a bad little girl," I beg, though in reality this is exactly what I want him to do.

"Right, six more smacks and I think we're done," he announces, whacking his hand down hard at the centre of my bottom, each smack landing in the same place, elevating the sting to the point where tears prick my eyes. After the last sharp spank has landed, he gently pats my tender behind. "You may get up now," he says.

As I reluctantly rise to a standing position, blinking back tears, I pout slightly�not because I've been spanked but because I want more. I am red-faced, ashamed, but incredibly horny.

"No sulking," he scolds, tapping his finger against my lower lip, "unless you want me to make your bottom even sorer."

I stick my lip out further and he laughs lightly. "Sweetheart, I've already done more than I should. Can you imagine what would happen if someone walked in?"

Sighing, I nod slowly. "Yes, sir."

"Now, young lady," he says more firmly, and my smile returns. "I want to see you in here on time tomorrow. Let me warn you, if you dare to be late again, I will take you home with me after class to deal with you in an appropriate manner. You will go across my lap, and I will give you a proper bare bottom spanking, until your naughty backside glows. Do I make myself clear?"

Smiling brightly, I nod. "Yes, sir, crystal clear."

"Deena," he says softly, cupping my chin in his hand and pressing his lips lightly against mine. I gasp as he moves away from me. "Go home. Think about what's just happened. Decide what it is that you really want."

"I know what I want," I interrupt, grasping his hand. "I want you."

Taking a backward step, he holds me at arm's length. "I know what I want, too, but I need you to be absolutely certain. I don't want you to have any regrets in the morning. I'm flattered by your flirtatious behaviour towards me."� He smiles, and I grin in response. I didn't realise I was so obvious, apart from this afternoon, of course. My smile widens at the memory.

"But I don't want to take things any further unless you're absolutely sure it's what you want. I don't want you to have any doubts whatsoever," he says.

"But I won't. I�"

Martin puts a finger to my lips to silence me.

"I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight," he says softly, leaning forward to press his lips against mine once more. Closing my eyes, I try to deepen our kiss, but he spins me away from him, propelling me forward with a stinging smack to my backside.

"Tomorrow," he says, as I gasp and rub my injured posterior. I am about to turn back to face him when the door swings open.

"Sorry, I didn't realise you were with a student," a bald, rotund man addresses Martin. "We're all ready to go."

Martin nods. "I'll be right there, Jack. Deena was just leaving."

I watch Martin collect his things, and the other man remains in the doorway. I wish he would leave.

Martin turns back to me. "Just think about what I said," he says in a mildly scolding tone, causing colour to stain my cheeks. "I think it's fantastic that you've decided on a career change at this stage of your life, but you need to knuckle down and work hard. No more slacking, young lady."

I frown back at him. I know that at thirty-six I'm classed as a mature student, but Martin makes it sound like I'm at least sixty! Despite his condescending tone, my heart is pounding fast and I'm desperate for him to kiss me again�and carry out his threat to take me across his knee. I glare at the man in the doorway, holding him responsible for my spanking ending prematurely.

"Yes sir," I almost whisper to Martin, lowering my head and despondently walking towards the door.

As I pass his colleague, I'm horrified when he jokingly says to Martin, "It was so much easier to deal with bad behaviour when we could just bend them across the desk and take a paddle to their disobedient backsides! Oh, how I miss being able to do that."

Scowling, I do not to respond and instead stamp off down the corridor, cursing the other tutor who has disturbed us. But I guess in my heart I know that my conversation with Martin is over anyway.

Getting into my car, I hurry home, squirming in my seat and smiling. I replay in my mind the moment when Martin takes me in hand and spanks me.

Arriving home, I ruefully rub my slightly tender bottom. I hurry to my bedroom, quickly lower my jeans and panties and bend forward, glancing over my shoulder at the reflection of my butt in my full-length mirror. I'm disappointed to see there is no visible sign that Martin has spanked me, but as I close my eyes I can remember every single smack.

Rushing to my kitchen, my jeans and panties still around my knees, I grab a wooden spoon and hurry back to my room. Bending over the edge of my bed, I reach behind me and smack the implement against my buttocks. Closing my eyes, I wince as I recall Martin's hand cracking down on my upturned butt.

Rolling onto my back, I quickly masturbate to orgasm with the handle of my kitchen utensil, crying out as I imagine Martin smacking the spoon down firmly against my bare behind.

Feeling satisfied, I grin as I reset my alarm clock, three hours later than usual! I clearly remember his threat to take me home and bare my bottom if I am late for class again, and his pleas for me to think carefully about what I want from him. I intend to make sure that tomorrow Martin is left in absolutely no doubt of my deepest desires!

Denise on 12/23/2014 07:50am
This was a very difficult story to rate, because i loved the premise of the book, but felt there were too many discrepancies and unbelievable parts to rate it higher. As intimate as they were i found it hard to believe they didn't have sex for months. I also think, if i was dating a guy and he punishes me and then decides to give me an enema (having all the equipment at hand), I would run and run fast. That was a little bizarre to me. Especially since they hadn't had sex yet. I also think she was very immature, it amazed me that she had the ability to plan her life. He wasn't the most mature either and i found it hard to believe he would do some of the things he did at the college. She also says sorry way to many times. The description of the spankings could be worked on. The first time he does this to her, i thought it was intense, but then when he only hit her maybe 12 times she was crying her eyes out from the pain. Maybe a better description to show the difference between a punishment and fun would help. I loved the whole wedding chapters and wedding night, a big bonus there. I also have read her other books and loved them. This one just didn't hold my interest.
Denise on 12/23/2014 07:50am
This was a very difficult story to rate, because i loved the premise of the book, but felt there were too many discrepancies and unbelievable parts to rate it higher. As intimate as they were i found it hard to believe they didn't have sex for months. I also think, if i was dating a guy and he punishes me and then decides to give me an enema (having all the equipment at hand), I would run and run fast. That was a little bizarre to me. Especially since they hadn't had sex yet. I also think she was very immature, it amazed me that she had the ability to plan her life. He wasn't the most mature either and i found it hard to believe he would do some of the things he did at the college. She also says sorry way to many times. The description of the spankings could be worked on. The first time he does this to her, i thought it was intense, but then when he only hit her maybe 12 times she was crying her eyes out from the pain. Maybe a better description to show the difference between a punishment and fun would help. I loved the whole wedding chapters and wedding night, a big bonus there. I also have read her other books and loved them. This one just didn't hold my interest.
A Hopkins on 10/22/2014 08:50am
Great DD story, but also a great story about finally following that dream that's been there all along. Plus it's not just the ovens that are hot in this story!
A Hopkins on 10/22/2014 08:50am
Great DD story, but also a great story about finally following that dream that's been there all along. Plus it's not just the ovens that are hot in this story!
Jill laughlin on 10/19/2014 05:47am
I received a arc of this book in exchange for a honest review. This a new author for me and the book is really 3.5 star's only because I felt it moved slowly in the beginning and at first I found the story line confusing with the day dream sequence. I did enjoy the story what I like most as that the H and h were older . I'm a little older then the lead character s and found it refreshing. (Just because we become older does not mean we give up our ax lives Jill
Jill laughlin on 10/19/2014 05:47am
I received a arc of this book in exchange for a honest review. This a new author for me and the book is really 3.5 star's only because I felt it moved slowly in the beginning and at first I found the story line confusing with the day dream sequence. I did enjoy the story what I like most as that the H and h were older . I'm a little older then the lead character s and found it refreshing. (Just because we become older does not mean we give up our ax lives Jill
Breanna Hayse on 10/14/2014 04:56pm
I absolutely LOVED this book! Carole hit the nail on the head with this one. She introduced characters who were believable, lovable and true to form. I also loved that she introduced characters who were older and more mature, and presented them in a way that any of us in that age bracket would be- including the daydreaming and mischief! This piece is truly her best yet and I look forward to seeing more that come from her heart like this one did! Thank you, Carole!
Breanna Hayse on 10/14/2014 04:56pm
I absolutely LOVED this book! Carole hit the nail on the head with this one. She introduced characters who were believable, lovable and true to form. I also loved that she introduced characters who were older and more mature, and presented them in a way that any of us in that age bracket would be- including the daydreaming and mischief! This piece is truly her best yet and I look forward to seeing more that come from her heart like this one did! Thank you, Carole!
Redrabbitt on 10/13/2014 05:11pm
WOW! This is a sizzling hot spanking story! I loved the chemistry of Martin Vine and Deena Woods. Martin teaches a baking class at a university and Deena is one of his students. She has a tendency to daydream, and often, and what kind of daydreams does she have, spanking ones starring her and her teacher. Be careful what you wish for, because those wishes might come true! This story is the love affair that involves erotic spankings, as well as corrective spankings, and explicit sex scenes. Now Martin and Deena are both older, he is in his 40s and she is in her 30s. I love the playful banter between them both in the classroom and in their private lives. This story is loaded with spankings, discipline, and includes punishments of enemas and anal play, but best of all, it has a great story with a HEA.
Redrabbitt on 10/13/2014 05:11pm
WOW! This is a sizzling hot spanking story! I loved the chemistry of Martin Vine and Deena Woods. Martin teaches a baking class at a university and Deena is one of his students. She has a tendency to daydream, and often, and what kind of daydreams does she have, spanking ones starring her and her teacher. Be careful what you wish for, because those wishes might come true! This story is the love affair that involves erotic spankings, as well as corrective spankings, and explicit sex scenes. Now Martin and Deena are both older, he is in his 40s and she is in her 30s. I love the playful banter between them both in the classroom and in their private lives. This story is loaded with spankings, discipline, and includes punishments of enemas and anal play, but best of all, it has a great story with a HEA.
Cassie on 10/13/2014 09:52am
This was a really sweet book — and not just because the characters were bakers! Well-written, fun, and sexy. Both hero and heroine were appealing, likable characters, and the cast of secondary characters were also interesting, if a bit one-dimensional at times (mostly in the case of the main antagonist in the middle). The heroine, Deena, is, as the title says, a dreamer, and spends a lot of her time lost in daydreams. This leads to some amusing events, and I generally thought it was a fun characteristic, if a bit annoying at times. My only complaint there is that I would have liked to have seen more of her competent businesswoman side, which she has, but only shows a little at the end. The hero, Martin, was a nicely dominant chef (yum!), and the two of them have a sweet, hot dynamic going on. (An aside here: I wish the cover illustrators had paid more attention to the description of the characters. Our hero is supposed to have gray hair, the heroine red.) The setting of the baking class was fun (that much the cover got right), and while I didn’t necessarily care about all the details of different types of pastry, such things did help to set the scene. Some scenes seemed a little unnecessarily drawn out, but overall, the book was involving, and I really did want to know what would happen to the characters. A light, enjoyable read. *I recieved this book from the publisher, in exchange for an honest review.*
Cassie on 10/13/2014 09:52am
This was a really sweet book and not just because the characters were bakers! Well-written, fun, and sexy. Both hero and heroine were appealing, likable characters, and the cast of secondary characters were also interesting, if a bit one-dimensional at times (mostly in the case of the main antagonist in the middle). The heroine, Deena, is, as the title says, a dreamer, and spends a lot of her time lost in daydreams. This leads to some amusing events, and I generally thought it was a fun characteristic, if a bit annoying at times. My only complaint there is that I would have liked to have seen more of her competent businesswoman side, which she has, but only shows a little at the end. The hero, Martin, was a nicely dominant chef (yum!), and the two of them have a sweet, hot dynamic going on. (An aside here: I wish the cover illustrators had paid more attention to the description of the characters. Our hero is supposed to have gray hair, the heroine red.) The setting of the baking class was fun (that much the cover got right), and while I didn۪t necessarily care about all the details of different types of pastry, such things did help to set the scene. Some scenes seemed a little unnecessarily drawn out, but overall, the book was involving, and I really did want to know what would happen to the characters. A light, enjoyable read. *I recieved this book from the publisher, in exchange for an honest review.*
Marybeth on 10/12/2014 09:47pm
This is about Deanna and Martin. Deanna is attending a class to learn how to bake. Her dream is to own her own bakery. Martin is the instructor for the course. Deanna keeps daydreaming about Martin spanking her. But, he is her teacher and he can’t get involved with a student. Ah well, good intentions are meant to fail. Lol. Deanna and Martin start to date. They keep their relationship quiet because of their teacher/student relationship. Martin likes to spank Deanna as much as Deanna likes to be spanked. I enjoyed this story. First of all, the characters, specifically the woman are not young. This couple is in their 40’s. Second, this is a lifestyle that they both wanted, from the beginning, I liked the way the author wrote this story. It was very believable. I give this story 4 stars.
Marybeth on 10/12/2014 09:47pm
This is about Deanna and Martin. Deanna is attending a class to learn how to bake. Her dream is to own her own bakery. Martin is the instructor for the course. Deanna keeps daydreaming about Martin spanking her. But, he is her teacher and he can۪t get involved with a student. Ah well, good intentions are meant to fail. Lol. Deanna and Martin start to date. They keep their relationship quiet because of their teacher/student relationship. Martin likes to spank Deanna as much as Deanna likes to be spanked. I enjoyed this story. First of all, the characters, specifically the woman are not young. This couple is in their 40۪s. Second, this is a lifestyle that they both wanted, from the beginning, I liked the way the author wrote this story. It was very believable. I give this story 4 stars.
Katy Beth McKee on 10/12/2014 02:59pm
Deena is restarting her life and fulfilling her dreams. Martin is her teacher and is happy in his job but hasn't really lived his dream. Suddenly they are beginning their relationship together but it causes all kinds of problems. When there seems to be big changes they both have to be strong and honest with each other so they can blend their dreams together. This one is sweet and romantic.
Katy Beth McKee on 10/12/2014 02:59pm
Deena is restarting her life and fulfilling her dreams. Martin is her teacher and is happy in his job but hasn't really lived his dream. Suddenly they are beginning their relationship together but it causes all kinds of problems. When there seems to be big changes they both have to be strong and honest with each other so they can blend their dreams together. This one is sweet and romantic.
AC on 10/10/2014 02:28pm
Good plot and well written. Interesting to have an older couple. However, although Deena was 36 years old, she appeared to be quite immature, volatile and lacking in impulse control. Perhaps it was a device to facilitate the daily discipline. Surely, the need for discipline can be generated without acting like an irresponsible schoolgirl.
AC on 10/10/2014 02:28pm
Good plot and well written. Interesting to have an older couple. However, although Deena was 36 years old, she appeared to be quite immature, volatile and lacking in impulse control. Perhaps it was a device to facilitate the daily discipline. Surely, the need for discipline can be generated without acting like an irresponsible schoolgirl.
ScarlettPhoenix on 10/10/2014 09:47am
Deena is a woman in her mid 40's and and Martin is around the same age. After getting into the story, I realized that it takes place in the UK. Deena always wanted to learn more about baking and dreamed of opening her own bakery. Martin is her instructor whom she has erotic daydreams about. Martin senses this and means to fulfill her fantasies. He is equally enamored of her charms as well and the two embark on a sexy, erotic recipe that includes some sizzling spanking.
ScarlettPhoenix on 10/10/2014 09:47am
Deena is a woman in her mid 40's and and Martin is around the same age. After getting into the story, I realized that it takes place in the UK. Deena always wanted to learn more about baking and dreamed of opening her own bakery. Martin is her instructor whom she has erotic daydreams about. Martin senses this and means to fulfill her fantasies. He is equally enamored of her charms as well and the two embark on a sexy, erotic recipe that includes some sizzling spanking.
SH on 10/06/2014 03:26pm
This is a well detailed story with some very interesting characters. I enjoyed the romance between Deena and Martin, it was believable and I loved the way it ended.
SH on 10/06/2014 03:26pm
This is a well detailed story with some very interesting characters. I enjoyed the romance between Deena and Martin, it was believable and I loved the way it ended.
Sougthern Lady on 10/06/2014 11:45am
Denna Woods in Dreamer by Carole Walker is set in a back to school environment with a culinary flavor. As the long term laid off worker uses her severance package to pursue a new year. While she attends class like a naughty schoolgirl daydreams Denna takes things farther than most of us would to fruition. That’s why cooking with gas describes this book that will heat you up.The cooking related terms mixed in will make watching a cooking show demonstration with a handsome confidant strong chef a squirmy treat. I guarantee you have never read a spanking relationship romance book like this one before. Soon daydreaming becomes reality and this is a recipe for a tart tasting relationship. Denna finds the reality of a spanking and further anal disciplines have a tart taste in practice, yet also tickle her sweet tooth. Buy this book and you may never look at a wooden spoon in a dominant teaching chef the same again. As the famous Cajun chef says, “I guarantee it.
Sougthern Lady on 10/06/2014 11:45am
Denna Woods in Dreamer by Carole Walker is set in a back to school environment with a culinary flavor. As the long term laid off worker uses her severance package to pursue a new year. While she attends class like a naughty schoolgirl daydreams Denna takes things farther than most of us would to fruition. That۪s why cooking with gas describes this book that will heat you up.The cooking related terms mixed in will make watching a cooking show demonstration with a handsome confidant strong chef a squirmy treat. I guarantee you have never read a spanking relationship romance book like this one before. Soon daydreaming becomes reality and this is a recipe for a tart tasting relationship. Denna finds the reality of a spanking and further anal disciplines have a tart taste in practice, yet also tickle her sweet tooth. Buy this book and you may never look at a wooden spoon in a dominant teaching chef the same again. As the famous Cajun chef says, I guarantee it.
Meg on 10/06/2014 06:35am
Very sweet story about Deena who has taken the opportunity to change her life after she is let go from her job. Her dream has always been to open her own bakery and she enrolls in a culinary course where she earns the nickname Deena Daydream from her tutor, Martin Vine. The two quickly become involved as he fulfills her further dreams by taking her across his knee and spanking her soundly. Their relationship leads them into trouble, changing their lives yet again. The story is full of delicious spankings as well as baked goods. It is a very enjoyable read that I believe you will find both sweet and sexy.
Meg on 10/06/2014 06:35am
Very sweet story about Deena who has taken the opportunity to change her life after she is let go from her job. Her dream has always been to open her own bakery and she enrolls in a culinary course where she earns the nickname Deena Daydream from her tutor, Martin Vine. The two quickly become involved as he fulfills her further dreams by taking her across his knee and spanking her soundly. Their relationship leads them into trouble, changing their lives yet again. The story is full of delicious spankings as well as baked goods. It is a very enjoyable read that I believe you will find both sweet and sexy.
K Tyler on 10/06/2014 06:22am
Martin is Deena’s culinary instructor who she secretly fantasy about. He warns her to stop day dreaming and being late to class. They secretly began a relationship and face hardships that could possibly destroy the love they have. They both are determined to fight for love and the process is both amusing and charming.
K Tyler on 10/06/2014 06:22am
Martin is Deena۪s culinary instructor who she secretly fantasy about. He warns her to stop day dreaming and being late to class. They secretly began a relationship and face hardships that could possibly destroy the love they have. They both are determined to fight for love and the process is both amusing and charming.
Laura on 10/05/2014 05:51pm
When Deena Wood's job was made redundant she decided to go back to school and pursue a career in her first love which is baking. Martin Devine is her teacher and Deena finds herself constantly daydreaming about Martin and situations that would get her bottom spanked by him. This was a quick and fun read. The characters are entertaining, the dialog fun and the spankings hot. This is the first book I've read by this author and I will definitely read her again. I enjoyed this story and I think you'll like it too. I received an ARC of this book for my honest opinion.
Laura on 10/05/2014 05:51pm
When Deena Wood's job was made redundant she decided to go back to school and pursue a career in her first love which is baking. Martin Devine is her teacher and Deena finds herself constantly daydreaming about Martin and situations that would get her bottom spanked by him. This was a quick and fun read. The characters are entertaining, the dialog fun and the spankings hot. This is the first book I've read by this author and I will definitely read her again. I enjoyed this story and I think you'll like it too. I received an ARC of this book for my honest opinion.
tami on 10/05/2014 05:48pm
This is one of Ms. Archer's best! I loved every bit of it- it was well developed, fun, and so well written. I highly recommend this book to anyone who isn't afraid of getting a little older and still keeping that spunk! Bravo!
tami on 10/05/2014 05:48pm
This is one of Ms. Archer's best! I loved every bit of it- it was well developed, fun, and so well written. I highly recommend this book to anyone who isn't afraid of getting a little older and still keeping that spunk! Bravo!
Laurel Lasky on 10/05/2014 10:19am
One of the reasons I loved this book was that Deena was an older woman and Martin was an older man. The story line is very good and takes place in England. The character development was excellent the authors research on baking was very detailed and added to the story as Deena was an excellent baker and was in Martins class to learn more. There were erotic and playful spanking and erotic sexual sessions as well as discipline sessions.
Laurel Lasky on 10/05/2014 10:19am
One of the reasons I loved this book was that Deena was an older woman and Martin was an older man. The story line is very good and takes place in England. The character development was excellent the authors research on baking was very detailed and added to the story as Deena was an excellent baker and was in Martins class to learn more. There were erotic and playful spanking and erotic sexual sessions as well as discipline sessions.

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