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Finding Their Bliss by Thianna D.

Brent Carmichael loved Corbin's Bend. A small community at the base of the rocky mountains just for spankofiles, he worked tirelessly to make sure everything ran smoothly and that the residents were safe and happy. He never intended to fall in love but when Charmagne Kendle stumbled into his life, he found an attraction he had no intention of fighting.

Char moved to Corbin's Bend after losing her job, her apartment, and her fiance all in one day. She had no idea she was actually moving to a spanking community but with the freedom to explore her secret fetish, she found herself happily upended over Brent's lap.

As their relationship deepened into domestic discipline, her ex appeared wanting her back. Now she had to choose. The rich, handsome, and charming Nathan Korven or former police officer Brent Carmichael. To find her bliss, there was really only one choice.

Exile to Unity by Tara Finnegan

When their preference for BDSM becomes embarrassingly public, Angela and Jim O’Brien decide to start afresh in Corbin’s Bend, a community based on a common ethos of spanking, a place where Ange hopes they can belong.

Ange soon learns that in this new environment, Jim is not beyond chastising her with a good sound spanking as the couple face their past demons and try to recover the closeness they once shared. New challenges soon face the couple. Will their difficulties destroy them or can their move be what Ange initially hoped for, an exile to unity?

Warning: Exile to Unity is an erotic romance containing spankings, anal play and elements of BDSM in a committed consensual relationship. If you find this material offensive, please don't buy the book.

Long Shot by Cara Bristol

Abby Delaney moves to Corbin’s Bend to work at her aunt’s antique store to recover from a painful divorce. She gets more than expected when she meets sexy, charming Harris Montgomery, a local businessman and tennis pro, a man who seems to be the exact opposite of her ex-husband. Through Harris, she discovers her submissive side when he introduces her to spanking good times, and she begins to trust herself again. But when the relationship progresses to a deeper level, she discovers Harris and her ex share more in common than she’d thought. With future happiness on the line, can she risk surrendering her heart on a long shot?

A Simple Misunderstanding by Kathryn R. Blake

Though Arthur and Eleanor Benson have been practicing domestic discipline for three months since their wedding, he insists moving to Corbin's Bend, where domestic discipline is the norm rather than the exception, will revitalize their marriage. Elly has doubts, but since Arthur is the undisputed head of their household, they move. However, once Arthur becomes immersed in a community where spanking is not only permitted, but encouraged, his personality undergoes a dramatic change. Accusing his submissive wife of being lazy, disorganized and disobedient, he employs creative methods of pain and humiliation to mold Elly from the imperfect woman he married into the perfect woman he desires. And Elly finds herself a virtual prisoner in her own home, accountable only to the man who rules her life with a cane.

In his years as a vet, Jerry Douglas has seen what abuse does to animals, and he recognizes those same signs in Elly Benson during her daily escape to the dog park with her tiny poodle. Jerry steadfastly supports the tenets of domestic discipline and enjoys the freedom Corbin's Bend offers its residents, but he remains fiercely protective of anyone in need of a champion. And when he witnesses evidence of harsh handling, his instinct is to rush in and rescue. Problem is Elly Benson is a married and consenting adult who insists all her bruises and welts are nothing more than a simple misunderstanding between her and her husband, until the day Arthur Benson takes his authority and discipline one-step too far, endangering Elly's life.

About Corbin's Bend:

Welcome to Corbin's Bend, the first equity-cooperative housing development just for spankofiles. Thirty thousand acres in the mountains above Denver sits your dream come true. With 1000 home sites, several restaurants, a club house, theater, pool, and many other amenities, you will find yourself at home.

Corbin's Bend is the setting for a group of spanking romance novellas set in, where else? Corbin's Bend, Colorado. A fictitious housing cooperative, Corbin's Bend is unique in that everyone living there is into spanking, whether that be erotically or through domestic discipline. Just imagine, a place where nobody has to hide their particular spanking lifestyle.

While reading any series in order is nice, Corbin's Bend books can be read as stand-alones as well.

Finding Their Bliss by Thianna D.

Chapter One

The sun glittered off the bright white sidewalks of Corbin's Bend in the early afternoon. As usual for a Saturday, the children who lived in the housing development were lounging beside or swimming in the heated community pool while their mothers and the unattached women sat chatting nearby. In the clubhouse just fifty feet away, the men of Corbin's Bend � most of them married � sat talking in the basement, watching sports, and otherwise enjoying the laid-back day.

The door to the basement swung open and a pair of shoes ran down the stairs in the kind of rush the men of the community were not used to hearing from one of their own. Looking up, they were further surprised to find Jason Rolson breathing hard and practically falling down. "Sit down!" Reginald Bearston said in his deep rough voice, standing up and pulling out a chair for his friend. One of the men brought a large glass of water, another a shot of scotch, and they sat down and waited to find out what was so important that the poor seventy-two year old man had rushed to them.

After several drinks of water, Jason drank the scotch in one go and sat back, wiping liquid off his lips even as he pulled out his handkerchief and mopped up his forehead. "I apologize," he huffed slightly, still catching his breath. "It was just so important�"

"What was important?" prodded Lelo Stevens, a member of the board. None of them had seen Jason this upset since a neighbor first started causing problems. A close community that felt like family, the forming members of Jason Rolson, Calbert Jolly, and Brent Carmichael had created a place they could all call home. A place where people like them could live happily being who they were without interference by do-gooders or nosy interlopers.

After gulping down another mouthful of water, Jason took a nice deep breath before he spoke. "I received notification today that Jessup's loan was paid off."

"What?"

"When?"

"That isn't possible!"

Most of the men who had been there from the beginning were dreadfully annoyed at the announcement, only calming down when Calbert leaned forward to take charge. In his mid-forties, Calbert was only five feet, eight inches tall, but he was stocky and highly intelligent, and, as one of the founding members, the others automatically listened when he spoke.

"What happened, Jason?"

Putting down his glass, Jason grimaced. "You know I have been watching the bastard closely. Ever since the first time Jessup tried to sell out and my company bought his lien to keep an eye on him."

In the wilds of Colorado, Jason, Calbert, and Brent had bought over thirty thousand acres to build their development on. It was not until they were actually building that they found out what was supposed to be just woods in the midst of their property was, in fact, a property wholly owned by a man named Karl Jessup. He kept to himself, letting them know he wanted nothing to do with them, and as they began their project, they let him know if he ever wanted to sell out, they would gladly buy up his acreage.

Jessup complained at everything they did, from the fact that they formed their corporation as an equity cooperative, which made them able to control who moved in, to their rules and regulations, which he found preposterous. He even complained about the forms they handed all potential residents outlining the fact that the cooperative housing development contained those who enjoyed spanking and domestic discipline and that if they moved in, they would be likely to see spanking on the street as well as in someone's home.

It was a co-op of over one thousand detached single-family homes, and its residents loved their lives. It released them from judgment they felt elsewhere and gave them a feeling of belonging, as all of their neighbors understood their chosen lifestyle. Over the last four years, Jessup had tried to sell his house and land five times, and each time the co-op moved to buy it, but once they made an offer, he backed off and said he did not want to sell. They tried suing him at one point for not selling to them, as they had offered above his asking price, but it garnered too much negative publicity and they stopped the lawsuit.

"So, how did he pay off his loan?" Brent asked quietly from the back of the room. He never needed to say much to make his presence known, not even in the midst of a room of dominant males. At six feet, four inches tall, he was the tallest of them, but that was not what made everyone turn at his voice. Pure strength surrounded him and each of them knew that if they had a problem, they could go to him and he would move heaven and earth to help. Once you had Brent Carmichael on your side, you had a friend for life.

"Sold it, the whole plot including the house for cash," Jason spat bitterly.

"How?" Larry Reynolds asked, surprised. "I watch the listings daily. He has not listed that property in two years."

"Don't know. All I know is the whole place was purchased by a Mr. C. Kendle and he paid cash."

Walking forward, Brent placed a firm hand on Jason's shoulder. "You cannot blame yourself, Jase. Jessup has been a wily one since we first approached him. Maybe Mr. Kendle will be easier to deal with."

"We can hope so," Calbert said with a twist of his lips most of the others had never been sure of. It either looked as though he was trying not to smile or as though he was sneering at you. They hoped for the former, but most felt it was probably the latter. Brent was the only one who knew for sure and he never revealed what it meant.

"Gentlemen, let us resume our lives. The sale of that property means nothing," Brent said calmly. "They cannot trouble us. Our charter is fixed and legal. Let us wait and see what Mr. Kendle is like before we decide the sky is falling. Hmm?"

The amusement in his voice made the tension in the room dissipate, and as the men separated into small groups and went back to their chitchat, Jason sent him a grimace. "I hate that man," he muttered and Brent just smiled.

"Maybe if you're a good boy you can spank him in heaven," he said with a wink, making Jason and the few men in their general vicinity burst out laughing as he walked back to the corner to resume his reading.

* * * * *

Wiping the sweat off her forehead that was threatening to drip into her eyes, Charmagne Kendle picked up the last of her boxes from the back of her truck and trudged into her new house, dropping it on the sofa that sat right in the middle of the living room. When she picked up and moved, she had no furniture at all, and as the move was sudden, she just called a furniture store and haphazardly ordered furniture she saw online to be delivered the day she arrived. The delivery truck was waiting for her as she drove up just before nine in the morning, and she was so tired she just gave them which rooms the pieces needed to be in, not worrying about placement.

Now, looking at the sofa, two armchairs, and coffee table that were set directly back-to-back in the middle of the room, she knew she should have given them stronger directions. Ripping off the plastic that encased one of the armchairs, she dropped into it and moaned. At least it was comfortable.

The move to Corbin's Bend � a strange name for a housing development if you asked her � had been urgent. Her whole life crashed and burned in front of her eyes and she ran, buying this house sight unseen with half of the cash she had in her bank account. Thankfully it closed in less than two weeks and she wired the money five days ago, packing her boxes into the back of her truck in the dead of night and leaving town, her tail between her legs.

"Trust one person," she muttered under her breath, blushing slightly at the memory of her former friend's reaction to her dirty little secret. A dirty little secret that had gotten around town and her work within hours. Within thirty-six hours of revealing her fascination with spanking, she lost her job, her boyfriend broke up with her, and her lease was terminated. Running away had felt right.

Now, in the woods above Denver, she felt a little stupid. Sure, she needed to leave the small town she lived in, but she probably did not need to go two-thirds of the way across the United States to get away from them. She could have moved to a big city. Almost immediately at the thought, she shook her head. Big cities were synonymous with noise, pollution, and crime, and in her mind were the antithesis of the peace and quiet she loved.

Knowing that if she did not get up and start to make sense of things she would end up sleeping in the chair tonight, she forced herself up onto her feet and finally took a look at her new home. Some of the things that had really pulled at her when she heard about it � besides the best part of it being thousands of miles away � were the facts that it was large and open, got plenty of sunlight, and was surrounded by trees. But she had not had the chance to actually look through the house itself. Truth be told, the delivery people had seen more of it than she had.

Moving around her boxes, she walked from the living room into a large kitchen with deep red granite countertops and pine cabinets � though only the lower ones; there were no upper cabinets, which for her was a plus as she was only five feet, three inches tall. She hated having to get a stool to reach things. A large island sat in the middle and she smiled as she looked at it. A cook at heart, she could hardly wait to fix something amazing here. Though, as she only had herself to cook for, it would be stupid to cook anything too remarkable: to her, "amazing" meant sweet, and having sweets around was dangerous. She had an old-fashioned hourglass figure and if she did not watch it, she tended to balloon up quickly.

The side-by-side refrigerator-freezer was practically brand new, as were the eight-burner cooktop and dual ovens. As she ran her fingers along the stainless steel appliances, she could not help but smile. This kitchen could almost match the one she had had in her head since she was a little girl. Through a doorway that stood between the dual ovens and a small marble countertop, she found a huge pantry area that she planned to fill as soon as possible. It was autumn and at some point the snow would begin to fall. She had the feeling going to Denver to stock up on food would not be appealing to her at that point.

Moving back through the kitchen, she glanced at a set of French doors that led off it to what was undoubtedly her back yard. She would look at that later. Instead, she walked into the living room and down a hallway, passing a small room that she figured would work as a dining room. Hardwood floors and ornate wallpapered walls made her smile. This was a fairly new house, only ten years old, and yet the wallpaper looked like something that would have been used in the 1920s.

Moving to the end of the hallway, she turned right into her master bedroom. Her queen-size, contemporary bed was set up in the middle and, thankfully, they had taken all the plastic off of it before they assembled it. It was situated against a wall, right next to another set of French doors. Across from the bed was a large walk-in closet, which she figured she could use for storage, as she really did not have that many clothes. Turning to the other wall next to the French doors, she opened a door and found the master bath, complete with double sinks, a large walk-in shower, and a deep Jacuzzi-style tub. "Oooh, I'm using you tonight," she moaned, trailing her finger along the side.

The rest of the first floor consisted of a small office with tons of natural light filtering through a large expanse of windows facing due East, and a guest bedroom and bath� if she ever actually invited anyone to stay, and she did not see that happening anytime soon. A stairwell went up to the second floor, but she was tired and just wanted to get a few things done before she crashed for the night. Pulling out a notebook and pen, she began to make a list.

Sheets. Blankets. Food. Cleaning supplies.

Wrinkling her nose, she wondered if there was a closer shopping area that would allow her to avoid going all the way back to Denver. She could kick herself for not stopping there on her way, but she was already running late for the delivery truck and did not want to have to reschedule. Going into her bathroom, she splashed water on her face a few times and blotted it dry with the bottom of her overly large t-shirt before grabbing her keys and purse and heading out. Remembering something, she jotted down "new door locks" before climbing into her truck and heading back down the hill that set her house and property off from the rest of the development.

As she drove through the arch that separated Corbin's Bend from the rest of the forest, she spotted two women jogging along the road and rolled her window down. "Excuse me!" she called, and both women stopped and turned, confusion and then welcoming smiles on their faces.

"Are you lost?" asked the taller one, a leggy blonde with tiny hips and practically no chest who stood there jogging from foot to foot. Char was pretty sure this woman had never heard of sugar.

"No. I just moved in," she said pointing over her shoulder at the hill. "I was just hoping there might be a shopping center closer than Denver?" she said hopefully.

The shorter woman, a curvy redhead whose hair was turning gray at her temples, smiled pleasantly. "Not looking forward to heading all the way to Denver? I don't blame you. When my husband and I moved here last year, the last thing I wanted to do on move-in day was go anywhere." Sticking her hand through the truck window, she introduced herself. "I'm Kelli Stevens. My husband Lelo is on the housing board. This is Taylor Jennings." She paused and Char realized they were waiting for her name.

"Char Kendle. Just moved here from the East Coast."

"Well, we do have a small market," Tayler said thoughtfully. "It doesn't have a lot of stuff, but it'll get you through the next couple of days. But there's supposed to be a storm coming in this weekend. You might want to go to Denver anyway, just so you don't get stuck not being able to go."

"Drat. I was afraid of that. Okay. Thanks." They waved as she pulled out of the development and headed down to Denver. The two seemed nice enough, but after her experience with supposed "friends" back in her last town, she could not trust her own instincts. She had believed in them as well. And look where that got her.

It took the rest of the day to get the basics, and by the time she drove home, she was tired, achy, and looking forward to doing nothing the next day except get her internet hooked up and her newest articles to her editors.

When she woke up the next morning, at first she could not remember where she was, but then she opened her eyes and watched the sunshine that filtered through the windows next to her, and a small smile crossed her tired face. Colorado. Corbin's Bend. Right.

After sitting up, she made her way to the bathroom where she took an incredibly long shower. At any moment, she expected the water to go ice cold as it had in her tiny place back East, but it did not. In fact, she finally turned off the water � still hot as could be � when she noticed her fingers were beginning to prune. After wandering out to the living room to grab her suitcase and retrieve a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and her underwear, she padded into her kitchen, getting dressed as she went.

The night before, she had been too tired to put all of her food away, so she had packed the frozen stuff in the freezer and the cold stuff in the fridge and left the rest sitting on the counter tops. After plugging in her new cappuccino maker, she put in a packet and a cup underneath the spout, and started carrying the rest of her groceries into the pantry. She thought she had bought a lot, but looking at how much room was left along with how little she had actually purchased, she wrinkled her nose even as the wonderful scent of caramel reached her and she trotted out to take her first sip of pure pleasure.

The coffee definitely did her good. By the time she drank the whole cup, her eyes were fully open and she felt alive. Deciding to make lists for food runs later, she attacked the boxes in the living room. The first ones she grabbed said "Office" in bright pink marker on the top, and she carried them to her new office, setting them onto the desk the delivery men had put together for her. As usually happened, once embroiled with her computer, she lost track of time as she hooked up her router and began her usual work process of downloading her email and getting her social networking out of the way.

A bell made her jump as she was reading the latest news briefs. At first she was not sure what it was until it happened again. "Doorbell." She laughed softly to herself, getting up and padding across the hardwood floors to her front door. Unsure of who would be there, but pretty sure a thief wouldn't come all the way up to her house to rob her, she unlocked and opened the door, momentarily stunned as she caught sight of the five men standing at her door.

Ranging from five-foot-eight to just over six feet, they held the kind of presence she usually associated with bad boys. But these men did not look like bad boys. For one thing, every one of them was in a three-piece suit; for another, they were clean-shaven. There was a definite sense of alpha male about them, which she found odd. Could you put five alpha males in one area and not have them kill one another?

"Good morning," said the man in the middle. At just under six feet tall, he was slightly stooped from old age. Receding gray hair and soft blue eyes were a startling combination, especially when joined with the pure dominance he radiated. "My name is Jason Rolson. Myself and the five gentlemen here make up most of the board for Corbin's Bend, and we wished to come welcome you and your husband to our corner of the world."

Five other gentlemen? Looking further, Charmagne had to stifle a gasp at the man who stood further behind the others. The tallest and most striking with dark blond hair and inset gray eyes, he set her heart to hammering and she quickly looked back at Jason. "Thank you," she said, offering the elderly man a smile. "My name is Charmagne Kendle. No husband, just me." Her eyes almost strayed to the gorgeous man in the back again but she managed to stop herself. The last thing she needed them to do was think she was husband shopping. Plus, with a body and face like that, he was sure to either be married or have several women falling all over themselves for him.

Feeling it would be rude to keep the security door between her and them, she opened it up, but leaned on the doorjamb, trying to convey cautious friendliness, but not willing to invite them in. The blond in the back's lips twitched.

"Welcome," Jason said again, his eyes twinkling. "Have you had a chance to read any of the paperwork we left yesterday?"

"Paperwork?" she asked in surprise. "I didn't see anything." She hoped she had not missed anything important. "Was there something I should have filled out?" she asked quickly. "The paperwork the title company gave me explained my house was not a part of the housing development, but I wasn't sure how things were run."

The five in front glanced at one another, looking vaguely unsettled by her question, but the blond answered. "No, Ms. Kendle. Technically your home does not belong to Corbin's Bend, though we have tried for years to get the former owner to tie his home within it. It would give you better coverage for things like the fire station and police, as well as some of the community events we host just for our citizens." He walked to her right, bent down, and picked up an envelope that lay on her porch. "Looks like the paperwork blew away a bit yesterday." Standing up, he strode straight up to her and handed a large tan envelope over, offering his hand as well. "My name is Brent Carmichael. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Shaking his hand was a little like putting her hand into an electrical socket. She could practically feel his energy field radiating from him for several inches. "Likewise. I probably won't get the chance to read any of this for a while. I still have tons of unpacking to do and have to make another trip to Denver for supplies." And she really wanted him to leave because as he removed his hand from hers, her first instinct was to grab it back. And that would be bad. And embarrassing.

Nodding slowly, his gray eyes captured her brown ones for a moment. He seemed vaguely startled for some reason before he backed up to where he was to begin with.

"Ms. Kendle," Jason said, handing over a card. "Please feel free to call me at any time if you have questions. Or any one of us," he said waving at the others. "There is a full list of board members inside that envelope."

"Thank you." She was not sure what else to say, and was relieved when they said their farewells and left. Closing the security door � something that made her feel safe, which was stupid considering it felt like she was in the middle of nowhere � she left the inside door open, as it was in the fifties outside and the fresh air helped clear her head.

After placing the tan envelope on her desk, she went back to unpacking. She actually had very little as she was in too much of a hurry to bring everything with her, and there was now a very full storage space several thousand miles away filled with items she now realized would be useful. Especially in a house this size.

Thankfully, she had brought everything from her old kitchen, so after surveying the new one, she figured out where the best places to put everything would be and set about making it into a more workable space. Three hours spent first cleaning it and then unpacking left her sweaty and realizing it was now early afternoon. "If I don't get down to Denver now, I might not be able to," she whispered, annoyed. Going into the pantry, she made a much longer list than she had the day before and headed out to her truck. She was glad she had a garage, as at least she would not have to clear her truck off when it snowed. That had always been a pain.

Deciding she could get much of what she needed at a warehouse store, she went there first and packed the back of her truck with copious amounts of food. Maybe if she was lucky, she would be set for winter. Then she went to a grocery store and picked up things she did not need in huge amounts. By the time she exited the store, light gray clouds were building over the mountains and the breeze carried along a crisp coolness.

Snow was most definitely coming.

She was halfway home by the time it began to snow, and it fell hard and fast, whipped up by a strong wind. It did not take long before she cut her speed in half because it was getting difficult to see. There were snow tires on her truck, but even then she occasionally felt it slip and slide, which made her hands grip the wheel tighter and tighter.

Unfortunately her hill was a bit steeper than the mountain she had just driven up and she knew the moment she turned into her long, steep drive that her truck was not going to make it. "Shit," she hissed as her wheels began to spin and she felt the truck begin to slide backward. She was halfway up the incline and at this rate, by the time she reached the bottom, she would be going very fast and would be likely to shoot past the road and over the cliff on the other side. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" she cried louder as training kicked in and she yanked the wheel to the left. Immediately her truck fishtailed and turned, her head slamming into her headrest as she hit a tree.

Her last thought before she went unconscious was that the universe had a sick sense of humor.

 

Exile to Unity by Tara Finnegan

Chapter One

June. Dublin, Ireland.

Angela O'Brien was ashen as she left the courthouse. She gripped her husband's hand tightly, hiding as much of her face as she could from the reporters. She would speak to no one. Her tall, brawny husband looked solemn as he brushed aside photographers. She'd had to fight her dismissal, absolutely had to. It was wrong. No-one should be sacked from their position as a result of their intimate relations within marriage. It was nobody's business but theirs. Even if she had won, she probably would never have gone back to work as a teacher as she was now Ireland's most infamous person. The shame would have been too much. Besides, she and Jim had the wheels in motion for a move to the United States before she had even allowed her teacher's union to take the case on her behalf. She knew the fallout would be mortifying, but she still had to stand her ground on principle.

What she hadn't expected, though, was a full re-enactment of that dreadful night. The night her son was born prematurely as a result of their stupid, reckless behavior. Ange had discovered she liked sex a little on the rough side, and Jim had gleefully coaxed her to explore it further. Shortly after they had found out they were expecting a second child, they decided to have a weekend in London before they were twice as tied. A visit to Ann Summers sex toy shop had resulted in all sorts of purchases, including spanking paddles, wrist and ankle cuffs, and nipple clamps. Ange's hormones were running riot and she had been horny as the devil and Jim was just being Jim, a dangerous combination to let loose in an adult shop. She warned him at the time that they were for use after the birth. By the time Ange was thirty three weeks pregnant, they had burned a hole in their packaging after three months festering in the wardrobe.

The cross examination forced Ange to relive every detail of that fateful evening. She'd been forced to give details of how he had caught her unaware, cuffing her as soon as she had climbed into the bed, How she knew even then that she should have stopped him, but it had driven her wild. That he still wanted to fuck her despite her almost eight month swollen belly had aroused her like hell; she couldn't get over the fact that her roundness and her fertility was a major turn on for him, but while not understanding it, she was only too happy to reap the benefits.

In her mind's eye, she recalled how Jim had lifted her legs in the air and was paddling her backside. Her juices were trickling down the crack in her behind. It wasn't until much later that she read of the risks of spanking during pregnancy, or indeed did any reading on their kinky preferences. With the position she was in, she had thought there was no danger of him hitting her too high up, her lower ass and thighs were getting the brunt of it, and she hadn't been unduly concerned. The biggest difficulty was holding her legs like that with her neat but round bump causing an obstacle. She remembered quashing any nagging doubts because it was too fucking hot to call a halt, and how he'd had to stop paddling her pretty quickly as she just couldn't hold her position.

It wasn't until he sucked and nipped her nipples that she started to notice the tightening in her uterus, but she'd put it down to Braxton Hicks contractions. She'd had a lot of those with Ava. Then he'd clamped them and it felt so good, especially when he pulled on the clamp, stretching and elongating nipples already ripe and sensitive with pregnancy. She had noticed the contractions getting worse and she tried to call a halt, but Jim was too caught up in his excitement to notice and kept on going. She recalled Jim telling her he could see she was aroused by her cream. And she had been, totally aroused, but still the contractions had come stronger until he yelled.

"Feck it, Ange, your waters have gone."

It was only then she became aware of the warm sodden patch underneath her as it spread out beneath her thighs and bottom and cooled on hitting the bed. It was panic stations then. She replayed the rest of the events in her head, like a video recording stuck on slow replay. Of course now that she was wiser, Ange knew that in certain circumstances, excessive nipple stimulation could cause contractions strong enough to make waters break; it was even mentioned as a way to induce labor in the baby books, but with warnings attached, to use with caution.

"Shit! Call the hospital and drop Ava in next door. Mary is ready for her any time," Ange barked in her best I'm the teacher and you'll do what you're told voice.

She vaguely remembered getting up and throwing a couple of nighties, panties, and a toothbrush in a suitcase. Although she'd know she wasn't in labor as such, the waters going that early was bad news. She tried to stay calm as she woke Ava and explained she had to go to hospital. Luckily, she had spoken to her about this part already so the two year old wasn't overly distressed. Once she had reached the hospital Ange had been administered with a steroid injection to help develop the baby's premature lungs, revealing her inflamed and bruised behind.

Ange shook herself back to the

Helen Karol on 06/12/2015 07:41am
A Great Introduction to a Complex Community! Corbin's Bend - what a wonderful idea! A co-operative housing community for spankers. An awesome fictional world. Wish it were real! The truly gifted authors in this Season One Collection do a great job of bringing the community to life. Thannia D, Tara Finnegan, Cara Bristol and Kathryn R. Blake create a varied collection of stories about four different couples at different stages in their relationship all with their own take on and experience of domestic discipline. In addition to the couples, the authors people the stories with the different inhabitants and goings on of the community. This variety contributes to the feeling of a vibrant community with complex characters living real lives. In Finding Their Bliss, Thannia D introduces us to Brent Carmichael, one of the founders of Corbin’s Bend and his strong, yet calm brand of leadership both as leader of the Corbin’s Bend Housing Committee and as Head of his own Household. Interestingly he finds his love with, Charmagne, a woman from outside the community and new to the entire concept of DD. Yet her house is on the land of the housing estate, but not part of it, or subject to its rules – nice symbolism, Thannia. Tara Finnegan crafts an Irish immigrant couple’s journey to freedom from prejudice in Angie and Jim’s story. Whereas their forefathers found religious and political freedom, in Exile to Unity this modern couple travel to Colorado to escape persecution over their sexual choices. Happily, Corbin’s Bend proves a place of refuge that brings them the same freedoms the New World brought immigrants in past centuries, but not without its own brand of strife first. I have to admit that the sweet eroticism of Cara Bristol’s, Long Shot is my personal favorite in this collection. I love my spanking stories hot and tender with strong characters who still have a sense of humor and Cara delivers beautifully here. Just loved it when Harris informs Abby as she naughtily teases him in the Italian restaurant that nobody would blink an eye if he spanked her there and then! Oh why, oh why are there no eateries like that around my neck of the woods! Those who like their subject matter a little heavier will be drawn into the exploration of the line between domestic abuse and domestic discipline, Kathryn R. Blake tackles in A Simple Misunderstanding. Not for the fainthearted, but an important topic sensitively handled. In fact all the stories in some way explore this fraught topic to some extent as each heroine has to be rescued from some form of abuse visited on them either by another man or as in Angie’s case unfair penalties both by the institutions in Ireland and unfortunately Corbin Bend’s discipline committee. This failure in the community may seem a flaw and offend some, but for me it simply adds to the reality of the world building of the emerging Corbin’s Bend. It’s a great place - not a perfect one. Hey, maybe it’s real after all!
Helen Karol on 06/12/2015 07:41am
A Great Introduction to a Complex Community! Corbin's Bend - what a wonderful idea! A co-operative housing community for spankers. An awesome fictional world. Wish it were real! The truly gifted authors in this Season One Collection do a great job of bringing the community to life. Thannia D, Tara Finnegan, Cara Bristol and Kathryn R. Blake create a varied collection of stories about four different couples at different stages in their relationship all with their own take on and experience of domestic discipline. In addition to the couples, the authors people the stories with the different inhabitants and goings on of the community. This variety contributes to the feeling of a vibrant community with complex characters living real lives. In Finding Their Bliss, Thannia D introduces us to Brent Carmichael, one of the founders of Corbin۪s Bend and his strong, yet calm brand of leadership both as leader of the Corbin۪s Bend Housing Committee and as Head of his own Household. Interestingly he finds his love with, Charmagne, a woman from outside the community and new to the entire concept of DD. Yet her house is on the land of the housing estate, but not part of it, or subject to its rules nice symbolism, Thannia. Tara Finnegan crafts an Irish immigrant couple۪s journey to freedom from prejudice in Angie and Jim۪s story. Whereas their forefathers found religious and political freedom, in Exile to Unity this modern couple travel to Colorado to escape persecution over their sexual choices. Happily, Corbin۪s Bend proves a place of refuge that brings them the same freedoms the New World brought immigrants in past centuries, but not without its own brand of strife first. I have to admit that the sweet eroticism of Cara Bristol۪s, Long Shot is my personal favorite in this collection. I love my spanking stories hot and tender with strong characters who still have a sense of humor and Cara delivers beautifully here. Just loved it when Harris informs Abby as she naughtily teases him in the Italian restaurant that nobody would blink an eye if he spanked her there and then! Oh why, oh why are there no eateries like that around my neck of the woods! Those who like their subject matter a little heavier will be drawn into the exploration of the line between domestic abuse and domestic discipline, Kathryn R. Blake tackles in A Simple Misunderstanding. Not for the fainthearted, but an important topic sensitively handled. In fact all the stories in some way explore this fraught topic to some extent as each heroine has to be rescued from some form of abuse visited on them either by another man or as in Angie۪s case unfair penalties both by the institutions in Ireland and unfortunately Corbin Bend۪s discipline committee. This failure in the community may seem a flaw and offend some, but for me it simply adds to the reality of the world building of the emerging Corbin۪s Bend. It۪s a great place - not a perfect one. Hey, maybe it۪s real after all!
Sherilyn on 06/04/2015 01:34pm
I have loved the idea of Corbin's Bend ever since it was first announced. An entire community of people practicing domestic discipline in an open, supportive environment--what could be better? Well, placing it in the Colorado Rockies was certainly a great idea, as well. Not that I'm fond of my home state or anything. Thianna D has assembled a cast of strong writers like herself, Tara Finnegan, Maggie Ryan, and many others to populate Corbin's Bend and tell the stories of the inhabitants. It's a very enjoyable series, full of hot sex and hotter punishments. I recommend it strongly to anyone who enjoys a good D/s read.
Sherilyn on 06/04/2015 01:34pm
I have loved the idea of Corbin's Bend ever since it was first announced. An entire community of people practicing domestic discipline in an open, supportive environment--what could be better? Well, placing it in the Colorado Rockies was certainly a great idea, as well. Not that I'm fond of my home state or anything. Thianna D has assembled a cast of strong writers like herself, Tara Finnegan, Maggie Ryan, and many others to populate Corbin's Bend and tell the stories of the inhabitants. It's a very enjoyable series, full of hot sex and hotter punishments. I recommend it strongly to anyone who enjoys a good D/s read.
Margaret on 11/22/2014 08:51am
I enjoyed these books, very good value as a box set. I like the HOH and the clear defined roles and consequences for behaviour. Having very different stories in this set made it very easy to read one after the other without getting bored.
Margaret on 11/22/2014 08:51am
I enjoyed these books, very good value as a box set. I like the HOH and the clear defined roles and consequences for behaviour. Having very different stories in this set made it very easy to read one after the other without getting bored.

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