I empathize with couples who practice domestic discipline or erotic spanking. DD is a lifestyle in which the husband as head of household enforces discipline by spanking the wife. My research has revealed that couples keep spanking private and personal – except when they anonymously blog about it, of course. Their children and other family members have no inkling that daddy spanks mommy. The practice often is put on the back burner when traveling or hosting house guests, lest someone find out.
And in most of the spanking romances and domestic discipline fiction I’ve read, authors treat it as a secret practice as well.
But what if it didn’t need to be private? What if there was a venue in which couples could openly practice their lifestyle and/or fetish? What if a group existed that encouraged and supported spanking, and allowed it to become an open secret rather than a closeted one? Say an organization whose members were all honorable, dominant men who loved and protected but also disciplined their wives?
I introduced the Rod and Cane Society in Unexpected Consequences, the story of a naïve bride who marries a member of the Society. She enters into the relationship “eyes wide shut” consenting to, but not fully understanding, what effect domestic discipline will have on her life. In Unexpected Consequences, readers get to see the Rod and Cane Society through the eyes of women in the organization’s Wives Auxiliary.
In False Pretenses, I delve deeper into the Rod and Cane Society. This time readers get to the see the inner workings of the Society from the men’s point of view and watch how they deal with a infiltrator who seeks to expose the organization. False Pretenses is about a woman who literally puts her ass on the line for career and for love:
Here’s the blurb:
Freelance journalist Emma Dupree needs a sensational story to boost her career and free her from the corporate hell of her day job. She finds her blockbuster in the Rod and Cane Society, an organization that encourages men to spank their spouses and goes undercover to expose the kinky perversions. Fearing she could be scooped by a rival reporter, she keeps a tight lid on her story, not even telling her new boyfriend.
Dan Tanner knows all about keeping secrets. He’s a member of the kinky perv organization Emma is striving to expose. This real estate agent has a major spanking fetish and would like nothing more than to get his hands on Emma’s ass, but fears rejection from his sexy new lady who insists she’s 100 percent pure vanilla.
They’re both operating under False Pretenses. Who will be the first to lose their cover and when Emma loses hers, will she let Dan discipline her for it?
Excerpt from FALSE PRETENSES (a scene between Emma and her ex-boyfriend):
“I know your hiding places.” His tone dropped to an intimate hum. “I know you, Emma.”
She crossed her arms. “Yeah? What do you know?” she demanded, her ire increasing when Ron ogled her breasts before raising his gaze to her eyes.
“You’ve gotten yourself into some weird shit.”
Emma studied Ron’s smug expression. She figured with 99 percent certainty he was baiting her, but the 1 percent doubt caused unease to skitter along her nerves. “What are you talking about?”
Ron jerked his head at her mini digital recorder on the coffee table. “I was gonna leave you a message. Kind of like ‘ha-ha, guess who.’ I played it first to make sure I wasn’t talking over something important.”
“You listened to my recorder? You have no right to snoop through my stuff.” Emma marched to the door and yanked it open. “Get out!” Her heart hammered. That Ron had invaded her privacy was bad enough; that he might have gleaned what she was working on could be disastrous.
By day, Emma managed an insurance claims call center. But under the nom de plume Cassidy Myles, she moonlighted for the Sentinel Review, writing “CityScape Uncovered,” a column about innocuous tidbits of community life. Until now. She’d stumbled upon a blockbuster story that could catapult her out of corporate drudgery and into a full-time journalism career—provided no one scooped her first.
Ron slouched beside her and folded his arms. At five feet nine, he stood several inches taller than her petite frame, but due to his poor posture, they glared at each other eyeball-to-eyeball.
“I couldn’t believe it when I heard women talking about how much they respected their husbands for spanking them. But do you know what really shocked me?” He paused to curl his lips with disgust. “Your voice agreeing with them. What kind of kinky shit are you involved with? And what exactly is the Rod and Cane Society?”
As embarrassing as it was to have Ron believe she participated in “kinky shit,” she preferred it to the alternative—that he knew she was writing about kinky shit. He could be a blabbermouth, and if he leaked her idea, it could jeopardize the biggest career opportunity of her life.
Who could have imagined an organization of men who asserted their right to spank their wives to maintain “domestic discipline”? Or that the women bought into the crazy idea, insisting it was their duty to submit? And that the organization counted among its membership several judges, a mayor, a state representative, and a couple of prominent actors?
“No comment.” Brazenly she met his challenging stare.
Ron leaned in close enough for her to see the pores on his cheeks. “Is that why things didn’t work out between us? You wanted to be spanked?”
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