If you’ve been reading here for any length of time you know a few things about me for certain. One is that I love to be spanked. There is something so erotic and so completely sensual about a hand or a belt connecting with my bare bottom that drives me crazy. Two is that I am a major fan of all things Rachel Kramer Bussel. So with those two things in mind, allow me to introduce you to my own little slice of Heaven.

Spanked: Red Cheeked Erotica also has it’s own blog.

When RKB announced on Twitter that she had copies to be reviewed on Amazon, I jumped at the chance. Who wouldn’t, right? So I emailed my address and began waiting with bated breath.

It arrived quickly and for that I was so thankful. I carefully opened the package and slid the book out, loving the scent of it immediately. You know that new book scent I’m talking about. The one that makes a total bibliophile such as myself long for her local Barnes & Noble in ways that probably aren’t natural.

The cover is dark with red and white writing, not that you notice it at first. Instead your eyes are drawn to the bare female bottom sporting slightly reddened cheeks. My fingers lingered a little over the glossy cover but not overly long. While the cover was perfect, it was the inside of the book I couldn’t wait to get to.

{Allow me to pause for a moment to tell you how elated I was to open the book and find a note and a signature from RKB herself. That alone made me very careful as I was reading, so as not to ruin what had just become my prized possession.}

The stories are astounding. I think that RKB shines as an editor with her choices. Everything from retaliation to punishment is covered. Implements and bare hands are seen in a new light. Spanking isn’t just for wayward children anymore. It’s for lovers and haters and for those who fall somewhere in between.

When I read a collection or anthology I always have one story that becomes my favorite. Usually it’s one of the least raved about or the longest piece on the book, but those are the pieces that always speak to me. This time, however, Nobilis agreed with my choice and featured “Depths of Despair” on his show.

I can’t explain why the story resonated with me, but it did. I felt the desire. I felt the fear. I felt the heartache. While those aren’t the only things I felt, I was overwhelmed.

I’ve murmured, prayed even, into wood and brick and paint. But now my lips aren’t so much touching the wall as merged with it. My body goes on red alert as he smears me into the wall. My pussy is pounding, demanding attention in much the same way my heart is thudding. “Stay there, whore.”

How many times I’ve longed to experience those things. How many journal pages are filled with those sentiments, changed only by the hand that wrote them. While they belong completely to RKB, seeing them in print leaves me more bare and exposed than ever.

I encourage you to buy a copy. Read it. Lose yourself in it. Then maybe pass it along to your friends who like some naughty with their nice.

{And Rachel, I promise I’m not a freak. Just a fan.}

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