Posts Tagged ‘Rick Roberts’

Great review at Clean Sheets

September 3, 2008

Spanked got a great review by Julian Robinson at Cleansheets:

Editrix extraordinaire Rachel Kramer Bussell has rounded up twenty brisk and stinging tales that reveal the many sides of spanking, from playful erotic accent to punishing payback for a long ago wrong. Smoothly blended technique tips and how-to hints are a bonus for those looking to enhance their spanking life. Rick Roberts’ lead-off “Spanking You” boldly wanders from the buttocks to belabor the thighs, breasts, and pussy of his eager subject. Alison Tyler’s “Betty Crocker Gone Bad” begins with one of the sexiest garments of all: an apron worn by a woman wearing nothing else, and proceeds through creatively perverse applications of common cooking tools. (Do you know anyone whose kitchen walls display multiple wooden breadboards with hefty handles and whose utensil bins contain an excess number of large wooden spoons? Do they color uncontrollably at the word “spatula”? Ah hah! You’ve found a spanko.) There’s an old-time spanking game in Donna George Storey’s “A Rare Find,” in which coin flips determine who gets it, whether bare, with what, and how hard…

Aforesaid by-the-book chastisement occurs in the volume’s most elegantly literary offering, Shanna Germain’s “Perfect Bound.” A model of Victorian propriety, her erotic bookstore owner dresses like Harriet Marwood and offers a work-for-spanks program to trembling young men who dream of her firm hand raining down upon their virgin nether cheeks: “I can tell by the way they move their eyes toward me, then away, like I’m just another book on the shelf. I’ve seen boys look at porn with the same denial of fervor.” Germain’s droll, witty style harmonizes perfectly with her heroine, who has an unusual fetish for typewriter ribbon (please Google it if this is an unfamiliar term).

“Through a Glass, Sharply” by Elizabeth Coldwell employs equally elegant terse British understatement to an account of a spanking husband and wife who confound stereotypes: she’s a petite femme disciplinarian and he’s her macho testosterone-loaded bad boy. “I know it won’t be too long before he gives me another excuse to have him like this, his bottom rosy and tender from the impact of my slaps.”

Bookslut raves about Spanked

July 23, 2008

I was so thrilled to see this post by Melissa Lion at Bookslut (thanks Felicia for letting me know), not just because she called me her favorite sex writer

I read her intro — excellent. And then I started the first story. And nearly cried. Not because it was so stimulating (though it was) but because of the narrator. It’s told from a man’s point of view, the spanker. He is so wonderful and attentive and smart about what women must feel like down on all fours their butts in the air, posed in quite possibly the most unflattering position known in sex. Finally, a guy saying, gee, that must be a little hard on the old self-esteem…

Then she quotes from Rick Roberts’s fantastic first story “Spanking You” before concluding:

I love that the narrator clearly knows exactly what’s going on with this woman. I love that he acknowledges it and moves on. I wonder though, do most guys think this way? Do most guys know it’s sort of horrifying to be in that position? Erotic, but horrible? Or are they thinking what I always believe they’re thinking, “this girl is fine, but my last lay was a 19-year-old supermodel?

I mean, wow. Hot spanking erotica that can make people cry? I love it because she’s acknowledging that while erotica’s aim is arousal, it has the potential to do so much more. I have been thinking about this book a lot lately as I write interview questions for the authors and realizing that they touch on so, so many very intense emotions. Spanking is not just about getting off, but about, often, confronting some deep-seated fears and taboos. It’s about making yourself vulnerable, playing with power, letting go. Those can be heady things to play with and I’m glad Lion saw that potential and it moved her.

Excerpts from Spanked

June 30, 2008

There are some excerpts from Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica up at the PGW (the distributor) website:

Erotic spanking — whether giving or receiving — is one of the most exciting, arousing, and sensual experiences to enjoy. In this enticing collection, spanking enthusiast Rachel Kramer Bussel has assembled 22 tales of red-cheeked arousal. Whether being disciplined for naughtiness or simply because they crave the sting of a hand against flesh, the men and women in these stories revel in being bent over, paddled, punished, and possessed by their spankers. Those delivering the blows find extreme pleasure in pushing their bottoms’ buttons, making them — and the reader — tremble and quiver in anticipation as they await the next smack. Featuring stories by Alison Tyler, Sage Vivaint, Lillian Ann Slugocki, Stan Kent, Elizabeth Coldwell, Thomas Roche, and others, this sizzling collection offers tales so breathtakingly vivid that readers might find their own cheeks sore just from reading it.

from “Spanking You” by Rick Roberts

I used to tease you at the beginning of every spanking. As you’d kneel before me on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on your tan body, I’d fake the first blow—stopping just short of your ass, letting the air kiss your skin—and then place an affectionate caress onto your behind. By removing the certainty of whether the next sensation would be soft or a stinging slap, I’d keep you centered in the moment, keep you waiting and vulnerable, and your anticipation for the spanking grew. I would look down at you and smile, knowing that your desire for the first slap on your ass was growing unbearable by the moment.

from “Page by Page” by Laura Bacchi

He warmed me up nice and slow with the journal, each smack landing on a different part of my ass. Left. Right. Sides and dead center of each cheek. I savored the heat building on the surface, felt the burn reach my nipples as they dared to stretch further toward the floor. He picked up the pace, let the book pound me harder now. Below the leather cover, my ass tingled and the flesh deeper inside each cheek opened up to the pain while I opened up, like a story. Page by page, each new word stripping back a layer here and there, pushing me—the real me—to unfold for him.

He dropped the book. I jumped at the noise it made—the thud of the leather and the flipping of pages. I knew what would happen next…His hand. His palm wide and hot against me. His fingers teasing the rosy splotches he’d made.