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“The Spanked Wives Club” — New Novel from Trent Evans (plus an excerpt)

August 22, 2015 By Trent Evans

As promised my new novel, The Spanked Wives Club, is finally live on most of the major retailers (Apple… well, it seems this book won’t be appearing there. Ever. If you’d like to learn the full story, drop me a line.)

For followers of this blog the price is currently at a promotional price of $2.99 (more than 40% off) for the next 24 hours or so. After that, it goes up to the regular list of $4.99.

Now, if you’d been a subscriber to my New Release Alerts mailing list, you’d have been the very first to be notified — and had a chance to purchase the book at an even deeper discount. Just throwin’ that out there:)

This new novel, while a quasi-sequel to Maintenance Night (those readers clamoring for more of Lacey and Troy will be quite happy with this book), marks the beginning of a new series for me. While very much in the spanking sub-genre, the series will at times explore significantly more, um, intense themes — including capture/captive fantasy, dark romance, and dubious consent. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Now, on to the particulars … including a new excerpt!
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Saturday Spankings — Sep 27, 2014

September 26, 2014 By Trent Evans

Happy Friday Fellow Sickos!

This week, I’ve got yet more from my upcoming full-length novel, The Change. Keihl and Kirsten’s sexting depravity continues, and as this section opens Kirsten has just been reminiscing on her husband’s rather, um, positive reaction to the picture of her ass she’d previously sent him… [Read more…]

WIP It Up Wednesday — Sep 24, 2014

September 24, 2014 By Trent Evans

Greetings Denizens of the WIP,

This week’s installment is, sadly, not a sexy one — but it’s necessary for what comes next. So, if you’re looking for the zee HEAT, pass this one by and hit the other stops this week. But if you’d like to read Chapter Two of Chattel Slave in a Vampire’s Kingdom, read on:) [Read more…]

The Little Princess Cruise — Guest Post by Megan Michaels

September 8, 2014 By Trent Evans

The lovely and talented D/s and Ageplay author Megan Michaels is visiting the blog today. I had the honor of beta reading her newest book, The Little Princess Cruise, and I wanted to invite her on to the blog to share a funny and erotic excerpt (that just so happens to feature one of my favorite activities).

Take it away, Megan …

Hi Trent! First and foremost I want to thank you for beta reading my book and for being such an awesome mentor. Thank you for having me on today!! My new book, The Little Princess Cruise, has been doing amazing and is available through the links below! Megan and Molly from What Naughty Little Girls Get are in this book also. But there are three new girls and their husbands. I am including an excerpt of Daddy Jace and Gabby below: [Read more…]

#Dungeon Crawl — 05/21/14

May 20, 2014 By Trent Evans

Greetings fellow travelers in depravity:)

I’ll pick up where I left off last week in my WIP, a sci-fi bit of dark erotica called Bristol’s Rebellion.

The fetching maid Olivia has received a late-night summons from the Master. When she arrives, she finds it’s not just the handsome Master awaiting her…

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“Come closer, dear,” her Master said, a nod of his head beckoning.

Olivia complied, reluctantly, moving to stand just to the right and behind the kneeling contafina. She was distinctly uncomfortable being so close to the pair, but at the same time she felt an electricity between the two that could not be denied, and it made Olivia’s pulse quicken. She wasn’t sure where to look, so she kept her gaze up deferentially.

“Olivia, look at her. She’s beautiful, is she not? She’s my ward, and as such she’s here to be admired,” he said, smiling. “Don’t be afraid.”

The contafina’s fingers fluttered at the small of her back.

Olivia allowed herself a look at the slave, her gaze traveling down the pale, narrow back to the slim corset-trained waist, the restless fingers of the slave’s bound hands continuing their dance. The waist, adorned with two dimples than any woman would envy, swelled out dramatically, the hips emphasized by the slave’s submissive position. The broad, fleshy buttocks bloomed above the kneeling slave’s bare heels, her bottom’s considerable breadth a pleasing contrast to so petite a waist. The round contours of the slave’s buttocks were enhance by the darkness of the deep cleft. The girl’s bottom was almost a uniform deep pink, with what looked like telltale handprints in a darker red at the edges of the hips and toward the top of the crevice of her buttocks. Standing out in stark relief from the pink cheeks, were two tramlines, their deep, swollen lengths interrupted by the cleft. The strokes, evidently from a cane, were spread evenly at the top of the buttock cheeks, just below the bewitching dimples.

Olivia tried to show an impassive face, but couldn’t help clenching her own ass cheeks sympathetically, knowing the pain the slave must have been feeling at so harsh a punishment.

The Master watched the maid take the sight in, his smile broad, a mischievous glee dancing in his eyes.

“As you can see, there is something amiss, my dear Olivia. I was in the midst of administering a nice thorough evening caning to my ward here, “ he said, smacking Malina’s cheek with his cock before laying it back down upon her proffered tongue. “I decided that since she’d not been seen to all day, that a salutary caning might be rather nice.”

He rubbed the head of his cock against the corner of the slave’s open mouth. The girl kissed the head lovingly, caressing it with her plump rose lips. He allowed the slave this for a moment, gazing fondly down upon her, before looking back up at Olivia, continuing.

“Well, as you may have noticed, two strokes does hardly a caning make. It’s merely a tickle, really.”

He looked down again, pulling his swollen member away from the slave’s devoted lips. “That’s enough, girl. Let’s have that tongue out again.” He gave a slight twist to the fisftul of her hair he clenched in his hand. His ward winced, complying at once.

“Farther, girl. That’s it,” he said, satisfied, his cock once more tapping the tongue stud.

The abject obedience of the girl to his whims, stunned Olivia anew.

“On the second stroke, I noticed a different sound. It wasn’t as solid as usual, and I’ve caned this girl’s big bottom enough times to know how it’s supposed to sound.”

Olivia swallowed. The two strokes the slave had received were now a livid purple, well laid on, and stinging hot no doubt.

“Are you listening, Olivia?” An edge had crept into the tone of his voice.

“Yes, Master. Sorry, Sir,” she said, her gaze snapping back to his.

“As I was saying, the sound wasn’t right. So I checked the cane, and I found it to be cracked. Cracked!”

Olivia blanched, sure of what was to come.

“Now, Olivia. What would I do if the cane were to actually break while servicing the lovely nates of this girl? Why it might splinter. She could be cut to the blood, by God!”

Though Olivia was truly frightened now, she could not help but recall the piercing of the slave’s nipples. While the girl had sobbed away, he’d calmly collected several drops of her blood on his fingers, licking them off as if they were a delicacy.

He’d not seemed particularly concerned with shedding her blood that day!

“Olivia, you’ve been with us what, eight months? Long enough to know how my house is run, no?”

Her mouth had suddenly become dry as a desert, her heart racing.

“So it pains me to find that someone who has been with us so much longer would let something like this happen,” he said, with a resigned shake of his head.

“Victoria was assigned to polish the canes last week. She should have spotted the crack, if she were doing her job correctly.” His expression darkened. “There is no excuse.”

He looked down at his ward once more. “Just the head now, girl. Let’s give your little tongue a rest.”

The slave began a slow kissing of the plum colored head of his penis, the swollen, crimson lips bestowing soft kisses, and mouthing the hard crown. Since she did not have use of her hands, the Master held his cock to her lips for her, allowing the obedient slave to express her devotion to the broad head of his penis.

“Nothing for it tonight, I’m afraid Olivia. It is getting rather late. But I want you to tell Victoria that I wish to see her blonde head in my study tomorrow evening at seven. You shall need her help preparing for our guest, so I won’t tie her up until later.”

Olivia, with a chill, wondered if the Master’s pun was intentional.

He gazed intently at his slave, murmuring to her. At his urging, she clamped her plump lips around the head of his penis and slowly sank down the thick, veined length of the shaft.

“We’ll just add the remaining tally of tonight’s strokes to tomorrow’s whipping. A few more strokes than usual won’t be too much for Malina here to take,” he said, glancing up at Olivia again, a wry grin on his rugged face. “You may leave now, girl. Go back to your duties.”

Olivia, her heart soaring, redemption at hand, curtsied thankfully, barely aware and beyond caring that her sex again flashed into view from below the brief shift. She walked to the door, opening it.

“Olivia, I shall require you to accompany Miss Victoria in my study tomorrow evening,” the Master’s voice intoned from behind her.

“Y-yes, Sir,” she said, her voice tremulous, so crushing was the realization of what was to come for the miserable maid.

A visit to the Master’s study never boded well for any girl.

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I hope you enjoyed this little snippet from the story. Perhaps I’ll post more next week?

In the meantime, please visit the other stops on this week’s hop. Thanks for reading!

Trent

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Tani’s intimate examination… #Dungeon Crawl — 05/07/14

May 6, 2014 By Trent Evans

Welcome Crawlers:)

This week we continue with more from my twisted epic fantasy erotica novel, A Lady and a Maid. In a dusty field, the sun beating down mercilessly, Sophie watches her captor, Miriam, examine a very special sort of … creature. At House Westwood slave girls don’t just attend their Ladies — sometimes they plow the fields, too. It’s in the dawning of this realization where Sophie learns that, despite her ordeal thus far, things could be much, much worse for her…

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Lady Westwood leaned in close, her lips nearly brushing Tani’s ear. “What do you say to that my bound beauty? You may speak.”

“If it pleases you, Mistress.”

Sophie was surprised at the soft, but rich voice.

The Lady planted a gentle kiss on Tani’s moist cheek. “It does, Tani, it most certainly does.”

Arnaud cleared his throat. “With two, we could have them plow your gardens rather than having it done by the farmhands. Would free them up to help with the harvest.”

The Lady nodded, glancing down once more. “Escott, you seem to have been rather free with the paddle here.” She crouched, and Tani flinched as the Lady’s fingers felt the welts. “This big bottom is rather well-cooked.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Escott said, shrugging. “Sometimes it’s the only thing that works.”

The Lady stood once more, and moved back around Tani. She tucked the crop under her arm, peeling off her riding gloves. “Turn Tani. Stop there.” The woman now faced away from the group and Sophie suppressed a gasp.

The woman had a strong, trim back, cinched cruelly by the broad leather girth around her midsection. Her hindquarters were very well muscled, but still retained soft feminine curves. The bottom half of both cheeks were furnace red, overlaid with darker welts in places. She could see a rivulet of sweat break from the bottom of the girth to meander down a welted cheek. She wondered if it stung the sorely tested flesh. She felt a sudden urge to run her hand over those broad buttocks, soothing the scorched skin.

What was happening to her! She shook her head and looked away.

“Sophie,” Arnaud growled. “Is there something else more interesting to you?”

She shook her head, and turned her gaze reluctantly back to the poor woman.

“Bend over, Tani,” the Lady said. “No. At the waist. Put your hands on your knees.”

Tani turned her head. “But Mistress, the belt—”

“Just do it, girl.” The Lady took her crop in hand, whisking it through the air.

“Yes, Mistress.” Tani bent over, and Sophie could see the stiff belt dig painfully into the firm belly. Tani gasped as the leather creaked.

“That’s better, girl. You know the penalty for questioning me though.”

The crop whistled down, snapping across the center of both proffered cheeks. The flesh bounced, and Tani whimpered, clenching at the smart. The cleft shrank to a thin line, then yawned open, the strong thighs shaking.

“What’s all this trembling? This is a mere tickle compared to what your devoted driver has given you.” The Lady glanced up at Escott, winking.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. It—” Tani swallowed a sob.”—it hurts.”

“As well it should, Tani.” The Lady traced the darkening welt with her fingers. “We can’t let you go soft on us, can we?”

“No, Mistress.”

Escott leaned close to the miserable woman’s ear, his voice a whisper. “What do you say, Tani?”

Sophie could hear the poor woman sniffling. “Th – thank you, Mistress.”

“My pleasure, girl.”

Sophie wanted to look at anything but the abuse of the poor woman, but she felt Arnaud’s hard gaze upon her. Her eyes moved to the pommel on the Lady’s horse. Did the rope look like it had loosened?

“Such cheeks,” the Lady breathed, palming both of Tani’s buttocks, caressing the burning flesh. “I wonder what Lucien would do with these if you were to go up for a term?”

Tani began shaking all over, her thighs working together. “Oh Mistress, please no! I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Tani!” Escott laid a hand on her back. “Be still.”

“Relax, girl.” The Lady stroked a palm over the curve of Tani’s hip. “Your services are too valuable to let you go to the intake. Lucien has more than enough bottoms to ply his trade on as it is.”

Arnaud turned his horse, bringing it over to stand in front of the bent-over Tani. “Farrier says he’s got four women for Lucien’s intake this fall.” His lips turned up at the corners of his mouth.

Tani sighed as the Lady eased the broad buttocks apart, exposing the dusky bottom hole to the sun. “Four is it? Who’s being sent up, I wonder?”

Arnaud lifted a hand from the reins. “I believe Lord Galdan’s daughter-in-law is one of them.”

The Lady smiled, shaking her head. “I knew she’d be sent up, eventually. Galdan says she gives his son nothing but fits. She’s been recalcitrant with providing him an heir, as well! Even Galdan’s patience has limits.”

Arnaud shook his head, scowling. Sophie looked away again as the Lady played fingers through the humid cleft of Tani’s buttocks, the nails lightly scratching at the shrinking anus.

The rope was definitely loosening from around the pommel. Her eyes darted to Arnaud then back again. She thought she might just be able to do it. Sophie took a small step toward the Lady’s horse.

“Easy, Tani,” the Lady lilted, her tone soothing. “Just a little something for your troubles now.”

Sophie winced as the Lady’s long-nailed fingers stroked through the dark split of Tani’s sex, her fingers glistening as she spread the moisture up on to the anus.

“Stay still, girl,” Escott murmured, his hand rubbing lazy circles on Tani’s tense back.

“You know.” The tip of the Lady’s finger circled the moisture into the delicate skin of Tani’s anus. “Sandra was rather disapproving of Farrier’s man, Lucien. I still wonder why. I find him delightful.”

“He has that effect on some, Mistress.” Arnaud inclined his head.

“She agreed to accompany us on the trip in the fall. I can’t wait.” The Lady’s finger nosed into the anus and Tani jerked, her hips twisting. “Mm, very tight.”

Sophie gulped, wanting to look away, but her eyes refused to budge from the sight before her.

“Ah, ah! Oh!” Tani panted.

“There girl, push back now. That’s it.” The Lady looked up at Escott. “Never use her here, do you?”

Escott shook his head, his eyes glued to the finger slowly disappearing into Tani.

“No, no, don’t tighten, dove. Bear down.” The Lady’s other hand moved between Tani’s thighs, rubbing the woman’s clit in slow circles. “There we are! Good girl, just let me in now.”

When the Lady’s finger was fully bedded, all the way to the last knuckle, she began a slow twisting.

“Very tight here, Escott. I haven’t the faintest idea why you don’t avail yourself of this luscious ass, but you should at least start using the saddle strap.”

Escott smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Arnaud, you should loan him that nice one with the good stout plug built in.” The Lady craned her head from around a curved hip, her finger still moving within the writhing Tani. “Hop down and give me a hand here, Arnaud. I think we should give Escott some pointers for his next stable block visit with this lass.”

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I hope you liked this week’s excerpt. If you can’t wait for more, A Lady and a Maid, is available at all major retailers. For those who’ve asked, a sequel is tentatively scheduled for publication Q4 2014.

Please take a few minutes to crawl around to the other depraved blogs on this week’s hop. You’ll be glad you did:)

Trent

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