It is my pleasure to
welcome Ashe Barker to The Way She Reads today. She’s here to tell us all about
the recently released Over the Knee anthology and her
story in it. So without further ado, I’ll hand you over to Ashe.
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Hi there Helena, and
thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog today. It’s the first time
I’ve visited, and I’m so pleased to be here to give a shout out about the Over
The Knee anthology, six wonderful, wicked tales of spanking and
submission.
The collection is a
smokin’ hot anthology of spankingly awesome short stories, over a hundred
thousand words of sizzling naughtiness ready to melt your kindle. It’ll be a
real treat for the spank-lovers among us. I’m so thrilled to have a story in
the set, and I’m in fabulous company too snuggled up with Lily Harlem, Lucy
Felthouse, Katy Swann, Dolly Watt, and Wendi Zwaduk.
In the Eyes of the
Law is my story in the anthology. When a lapse of concentration lands her on the
wrong side of the law Libby finds herself facing her seriously dominant
estranged husband. Josh thinks she’s a shoplifter, and as head of security at
the shopping mall it’s his job to deal with thieves. But will he hand her over
to the police or dish out his own brand of retribution?
This story was fun to
write – short, snappy, and sexy as hell. I just adore this sensual cover too –
Totally Bound cover art rocks!
The whole collection
is out now and you can snap it up on Amazon
or wherever you like to buy your ebooks. The individual stories will be out
next month.
Here’s
the blurb for In the Eyes of the Law…
She’s still his
wife, in the eyes of the law. But is she still his submissive? His to spank?
A momentary lapse of concentration
places Libby Novak on the wrong side of the law. A criminal conviction could
cause her to lose her job. How much worse could this get?
Libby soon knows the answer to that
question when the head of security at the mall shows up. She hasn’t seen her
estranged husband for years, and now she discovers Josh has a strict policy on
how best to deal with shoplifters. He was her husband and her Dom. Will he turn
her over to the police, or would a hard, bare-bottom spanking be sufficient
redress for her misdemeanor? After all, that’s how he always dealt with her in
the past.
Josh has never forgiven Libby’s
betrayal. She let him down. She deserves to be punished. But does he still have
that right?
Libby meant to divorce him. She was
granted the decree nisi but never quite got round to making it final. They both
know she’s still his wife—in the eyes of the law—but is she still his
submissive? His to spank?
Check out the rest of the anthology too
‘Spicing it Up’
by Lily Harlem
Heat from a
spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would
have imagined.
‘Kneel for You’
by Katy Swann
Should she agree
to be spanked? Just the once? It would all be in the name of research, of
course…
‘Silk and
Decadence’ by Wendi Zwaduk
There is always
fun in the club, but taking the fun outside and into life might be exactly
what’s needed for a lifetime of passion.
‘Properly, or Not
at All’ by Lucy Felthouse
How will a
husband and wife cope when they’re told one of their favourite kinky pastimes
is temporarily off the menu?
‘A Private
Education’ by Dolly Watt
Archivist Emma
Willoughby learns a lesson in kinky lust when she’s invited to assess the ninth
Earl of Folchester’s private library.
And of course, an excerpt…
“I… Aagh!” There’s a whoosh as the belt slices through
the air, then a loud crack as it lands across my bottom, wrapping itself around
both buttocks. “Oh God, oh Jesus that hurts.”
Josh ignores my comment and my scream, as he readies
himself to swing the belt again. Another rush of air, louder this time, and the
belt again connects with my searing flesh.
“Oh, oh. Christ.” I screw up my eyes. Tears are
already prickling behind my eyelids. Surely I used to be much more resilient
than this. I’ve become soft, out of practice.
“Why couldn’t you trust me, Libby? Did I ever let you
down?”
The belt lands again, leaving a third river of agony
across my bottom. My arse feels to be on fire, yet still I lift it to him for
more punishment. I know—I’m sure we both know—this isn’t about a bottle of
perfume, nor is it about a lapse of memory, a moment of carelessness. This is
about trust, broken promises, disappointment and long-suppressed anger.
At some level I know Josh has wanted to do this since
the day I phoned him in Afghanistan to tell him I was leaving our army
apartment and seeing a divorce lawyer. He was cool at the news. He didn’t ask
me to reconsider or to wait. He just told me to do what I felt I must, and
wished me good luck for the future. All subsequent correspondence between us
until today has been via our solicitors.
The belt lands again and again. I am sobbing now and
barely managing not to lift one hand in a futile attempt to protect my bottom
from further abuse. Josh is no longer talking to me. Instead I know he must be
concentrating on dropping stroke after stroke across my bum, leaving no spot
untouched, yet managing not to land in just the same place twice. I’ll have
stripes to show for this tomorrow and maybe for a few days after. Josh could
usually leave marks that would still be evident a day or two later, and I used
to take enormous satisfaction from those. Especially when in the days that
followed a particularly heavy and satisfying scene, he would trail them with
his tongue or his lips, arousing me to a near frenzy of longing.
The pain radiates across my bottom, sinking deep into
my muscles, soaking through me, becoming a part of me. I know, as I always
have, that moment when my mind gives up, when I submit absolutely. That moment
when I allow myself to be wholly carried along, swept up on a wave which is
purely about sensation, about feeling, yet not physical at all. The intensity
of the beating is more muted, deeper but softening. My
body stiffens, then becomes loose, fluid, pouring over my Dom’s lap. Even if I
chose to, I couldn’t lift my hand to protect myself now. The only sound I am
capable of is something between a groan and a purr, and I’m suspended in a
place where time seems to stand still.
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More about me…
I’ve been an avid
reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love
reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty
pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my
own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters.
An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character,
any of these can spark a story idea.
When not writing –
which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as
resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a couple of dogs,
two tortoises. And a very grumpy
cockatiel.
I have twenty seven
(at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of
the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature
BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just
sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so
that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with
new submissives who have a lot to learn.
I have a pile of
story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most
unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
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