Sunday, November 10, 2013

Daddy Morebucks by Normandie Alleman (Guest Post/Giveaway)

Welcome to the “softer” side of BDSM. By that I mean BDSM that leaves the true sadist on the sidelines. 

There is a Dominant/submissive “style” referred to as Daddy Dom/little girl. These tender relationships have a power exchange similar to other BDSM relationships, but punishments are doled out as consequences for breaking rules rather than the infliction of pain for the sake of pain.

Daddy Doms adore their little girls (who may or may not engage in age play). They do everything they can to help their little girls become they best they can be. In exchange, the Daddy Dom is at the center of his little girl’s world. She submits to him and does whatever she can to please him. These are not relationships about wanting to have sex with under aged persons. They are about daddies finding a partner to care for and protect, and “little girls” finding a daddy who will give her a break from some of the life’s responsibilities. Her daddy knows what she needs; he puts her happiness and well being above all else.

My new release, “Daddy Morebucks” is the first book in the Daddy’s Girl Series.

Book blurb:

From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?

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They ate their meal in silence, the only noises being the clinks of silverware on plates and glasses tinkling as they drank and enjoyed the tasty meal.
“Do you care for any wine?” he asked.
Remembering what Milton had said about him not liking his girls to drink alcohol, she shook her head no.
“No, Sir,” he corrected her.
She finished her bite and dutifully answered, “No, Sir. Thank you for offering, Sir.” She could play that game with her eyes closed.
“Well, I’m going to have a glass of merlot, though I do like to keep my head about me during a scene. You should too.”
“I’m fine, though I did have some drinks earlier.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, but don’t worry. Milton told me you don’t like your girls drunk, and this food sopped up all the alcohol in my system, so no worries, Sir.”
He sat quietly sipping his wine and considering her.
“Would you like dessert?”
“Sure! I mean, yes, Sir.”
He looked surprised. “Oh, well, then I’ll call down for something. Maybe we can have it later. What would you like? Cake? Crème brûlée? I could see what the specials are…”
“Crème brûlée. I’ve always wanted to try that.”
He used a phone in the corner to order two crème brûlées before returning to his seat.
Marley finished her potatoes and leaned back in her chair, her tummy contented. “Thank you, Sir. That was delicious.”
Unable to read him, Marley decided it was time to get this show on the road. The sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she could get some sleep. Lack of sleep was catching up with her. The different noises and random commotion that went on throughout the night at the shelter kept her awake. If she was lucky she could crash here and find a new place tomorrow.
Locking her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. The chair didn’t budge.
“What are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.
“I was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”
“Sir,” he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”
Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”
“My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”
Obediently, Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.
Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.
“Marley, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”
“Yes, Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside down.
“It is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“The rules were explained to you before you got here?”
“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell, she thought he would like what she did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s.
“Then you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.
She flinched when his bare hand slammed down on her naked rear end. Another blow rained down, eliciting a cry from her lips. She clenched her muscles.
“Don’t tense up. Relax. Ease into the pain. It will make it easier.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice a whimper, she took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed.
More swats landed on her ass. She imagined it must be getting red by now.
He was right. Not resisting was helpful. Embracing the sting helped her ride the wave of pain as he smacked her posterior.
She moaned under his hand and was grateful when he ceased the spanking and began rubbing her aching cheeks. Gently, he slid his hands over her skin, massaging her hot globes, easing her distress.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred, disheveled and drunk with endorphins.
“You’re welcome,” he said quietly.
His fingers dipped down and brushed across her pussy lips. She strained, wanting him to touch her. This was strange. She didn’t usually become aroused on her ‘dates.’ She carried lube for that reason.
When he inserted a finger into her opening, she was surprised that her cunt was so slick and welcoming.
“You must have liked your spanking, little girl. I can feel how wet you are.”

About the Author:
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
You can find Normandie here:
Twitter at @NormandieA
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Normandie is giving away one copy of her ebook, Venetian Love Knots, to one reader. To enter, just leave a question or comment on this post and then fill out the rafflecopter below. Good luck!

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  1. Thanks so much for hosting me today - Love your site!

  2. Love the excerpt! It would be interesting to find out what a person was willing to do when put in the same situation as the female lead.


  3. Love the title. From there I went to the excerpt. I loved that as well. So now I must buy this book. Thanks

  4. I'd like to know how your pig got into the Redbull. That one stumped me and made me smile.

  5. Sounds like a great read!!
    Thanks for the chance to win!

  6. Such a great hot steamy book! Can't wait until the next! You rock Normandie

  7. Such a great hot steamy book! Can't wait until the next! You rock Normandie

  8. Thanks everyone for the sweet comments!

    Leni, my pig knocked the Redbull out of a friend's hand then went crazy lapping it up. Occasionally I'll find a mangled old can of Redbull on the ground (usually only pieces of it!) and I wonder - now where did she get THAT one? Lol.


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