Saturday SpankingsAs I’ve just recently sent my next book, tentatively titled Melissa and the Medic, to the publisher, I thought I would share an extract from Melissa’s Punishment Examination, which this book follows on from.

Melissa’s Punishment Examination was quite harsh, in that poor Melissa was being punished by her bosses for her frequent lateness and absence. The humiliating punishments did awaken desires inside of her, but the second book shows a kinder side to all of the characters, and explores Melissa’s growing relationship with trainee Physician Assistant, Jason. It contains lots of spankings, sex, anal play, rectal temp taking and enemas, and I had a lot of fun writing it.

This is taken from Melissa’s Punishment Examination, after Melissa had endured a long and humiliating punishment including spankings, rectal temp taking and enemas. Her embarrassment increases when Jason is brought in to join them – the first time she has ever met him – and she is naked. Dr. Williams has just told Melissa to put her hands on her head otherwise he will spank her again. She is embarrassed beyond belief that Jason is seeing her with no clothes on, and that she is being forced to stand in such a position in front of him, but her humiliation is complete – she believes – when Jason is told that she has been spanked. Little does she know, the doctor and his wife are not quite finished with her yet:-

Melissa's Punishment Examination by Carole Archer

She could almost feel the young man’s eyes exploring every inch of her naked body as she tried desperately not to look at him.

“Actually, another spanking is a very good idea,” said Barbara, smiling as Melissa stared at her open mouthed. Barbara pulled her dress up around her thighs and sat on a chair in the center of the room, patting her lap. “Come on, unless you want Jason to spank you instead,” she offered.

Melissa glared at the grinning Jason and hurried toward Barbara, giving her a hurt look before lowering herself across her thighs. “Don’t look at me like that, young lady,” scolded Barbara, landing a sharp smack on each bottom cheek. “This is your own doing,” she added, as she took a tight grip around the young woman’s waist and delivered a firm spanking to her bottom.

The spanking was not as painful as the one delivered to Melissa by Dr. Williams, but she whimpered and squirmed, kicking her legs frantically and begging Barbara to stop and release her. Melissa promised to be a good girl as she kicked her legs harder, unaware of the show she was giving to Dr. Williams and Jason.

If you enjoyed this short extract from Melissa’s Punishment Examination and would like to read more, go to  or Blushing Books to purchase your copy. And if you enjoy this book, look out for my next book, a continuation of Melissa’s story, hopefully coming soon.

Don’t forget to head over to Saturday Spankings to visit the other author blogs to read some more extracts from some fantastic books.

Thank you for reading.

Carole x

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I’ve had a slightly trying time this week. There just aren’t enough hours in the day to work full-time, write, do my parents’ shopping, do my own shopping, housework, cooking and the numerous other things we all do on a day-to-day basis.

I hope the work situation might change next year, and I may be able to reduce my hours slightly. I plan to drop one day a week. I would have to write on this day to make my plan viable, and to give myself a kick start I’ve set myself a target of completing three further books this year. This first, tentatively titled Melissa and the Medic, is with the publisher now. I’ve been frantically scribbling out an outline for my next story over the last few days, which I hope to start writing this weekend.

As I mentioned, I have too much to do and not enough hours to do it in, and this hasn’t been helped by me deciding to train for a full marathon walk in September. Unfortunately that is going to have to fall by the wayside this year. I just can’t dedicate the time to the training. I was slightly giddy after doing a half marathon walk in June and had loads of energy at the finish, so I decided it would be good to challenge myself to double the distance and walk 26.2 miles. I voiced my intentions to my boss and the next thing she announced during a team meeting that I AM doing this in September. I only said I would consider doing it so was not happy when she did this. I then got one of the big bosses phoning me, saying how good this was, and I didn’t feel able to say I’d changed my mind. I have tried with the training, but my writing time is precious and I’m going to have to regrettably pull out of the walk. As my ankle has been swelling up, I can cite health reasons and suggest I try again next year.

And although I admit I don’t have enough time, I found myself volunteering to organise the annual Winter Ball for a slimming club where I work on a Thursday evening! Although there’s quite a bit of work involved now booking everything, visiting the venue, publicising the event and keeping a log of those coming and collecting deposits, after that I can put it aside until closer to the time. And I am really looking forward to this, so I won’t begrudge doing it. I’m already planning my dress, and looking forward to giving my ‘Sir’ a sneak preview of it – and of course, he’ll have to spank me in it, for no other reason than he can!

My busy week wasn’t helped when my computer picked up a virus (I won’t say anything I did caused that virus, because then I could be held accountable and generally it isn’t good for my bottom to admit guilt). Fortunately, my niece’s attractive young boyfriend came around and fixed the problem, causing me more than a few blushes as he restored all my documents – years’ worth of writing, a lot of it part written – and read out some of the titles to check he was in the correct area. My niece had told him what type of stuff I write that he would find on there, so I think he was teasing me a little. Thank God he didn’t open any of the many pictures ‘Sir’ has taken of my bottom, before, during or after spanking sessions! I think I’d still be blushing now, three days later, if that was the case!!! I have not yet discussed this slight ‘mishap’ with my Sir, but when I do I don’t imagine he will be sympathetic about my plight. Instead he’ll do what he does best – lecture me about how I need to be more careful. He’ll then ask how often I run the various anti virus checkers he installed, and my fate depends on whether I can manage to fib and say I run them now and again (meaning not very often) or whether my mouth goes into overdrive and admits that I usually forget. I’d go with the latter!

Now, back to that writing!

Carole x

Since writing my first medical play book almost two years ago, Melissa’s Punishment Examination, I have been keen to write a follow-up. Finally, tentatively titled Melissa and the Medic, it’s finished and with my editor.

In Melissa’s Punishment Examination, Melissa was given a humiliating and probing punishment by her boss, Dr. Ben Williams, for frequent lateness and absence from work. His wife, practice nurse Barbara, assisted him, and she also called in trainee, Jason Jennings, to help. I hinted at an attraction between the pair, and this new story explores the relationship between Melissa and Jason, as he works for four weeks at the clinic where she is a receptionist.

The story contains lots of spanking and sex between the hot young couple, and also medical examination, rectal temp taking and enemas. I have thoroughly enjoyed writing this and hope it won’t be too long before it’s published. I also introduced another new character, Ben’s doctor uncle from England, and have written a brief outline of a further book.

I have had an eventful couple of weeks, actually having the book finished three weeks ago. It only needed a final proof read, but I decided to be ‘helpful’ and change Dr, Mr and Mrs to the American style of Dr., Mr. and Mrs. I did a search and replace for each word, didn’t check what it was correcting and simply said ‘yes’ to all changes. The Mr and Mrs changes weren’t too much of a problem, the only mistake there being that wherever I should have had Mrs. I actually had Mr.s. It had clearly picked up the word as Mr and then as Mrs as well! Oops. Regrettably the Dr change threw up a whole load of problems. I didn’t realise how many words contain the letters DR until I started to read through and found words such as Dr.ive, Dr.iven, Dr.ama, adDr.ess, Dr.essed, in the middle of sentences – and the list goes on!!! Unfortunately, I had made further changes as I worked my way through, so hitting undo would not have helped.

When I spoke to my Sir about this mistake, he said “Well surely you can just go to the copy of it you created BEFORE making any changes and simply start again, being more careful with your search and replace this time.” Erm, that might have worked, if I’d actually remembered to keep a copy!!! This is something we have discussed recently when I’ve had similar mishaps, but it seems I forgot. Oops, I have a feeling I’m in for a reminder spanking when I see him next, though as he’s very old and I only see him once a month, he might actually forget 😉

It took me almost a week to correct all those changes and give it a final proof read, and it’s almost two weeks since I sent Melissa and the Medic to my publisher. I expect to get a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to the story within a week or so, and the editing will begin in around a month’s time. In the meantime I’ll get on with writing something else.


Carole x

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This is a follow-on from my first two books, The Charles Smith Method and The Charles Smith Academy. It is also a stand-alone book in its own right, and gives sufficient background for those who haven’t read the first two books. The Charles Smith Scholarship picks up five years later, when the Academy is going strong, and Judge Walker delivers the latest batch of students. For the first time in the Academy’s history, they are to take in male students, which Mr Bainbridge has some concerns about. The tutors are paired up with the youngsters, all competing for their chance to win a scholarship in America the following year.

This is my 13th book, and as I’m a little superstitious about that number, I have written 13 chapters – hoping this in some way overrides the bad luck associated with that.

I’m thrilled to finally get this long overdue sequel written, as my Sir’s initials are MAS and the trilogy is dedicated to him – Method, Academy, Scholarship. He proof reads everything I write, and encouraged me to first get published. I owe it to his constant encouragement that I’m still writing now – and I’m grateful to him for a lot more than that.

I finished writing this in January, but haven’t written much else since due to a family bereavement, but I’m pleased to say I’ve recently started to write a sequel to one of my favourite stories I’ve written – Melissa’s Punishment Examination. I’m pleased to be writing again, and thrilled to have a new book out now.

This extract is taken from early in the book, when Jenny has angered Harry and earned herself a trip across his lap:-

The Charles Smith Scholarship by Carole Archer

“Judge Walker is coming round today. The summer break is almost over and we’re due a new batch of students. I need you to set a good example for them,” he said, landing a hard smack on the centre of her behind. Jenny stiffened. “Sometimes you just need a little reminder of how to behave.” He grasped her waistband and tugged firmly downwards, but the snug garment refused to budge.

Despite Jenny’s position, she started to laugh. “Sorry, these are Hazel’s pants. I think they’re a little tight,” she said with a grin, squealing as Harry’s hard hand cracked down on her thigh.

“Let’s see how funny you find a leg smacking,” he scolded, holding her firmly and sharply slapping all the way down the back of her left thigh. “I’m not wasting my time spanking the seat of your pants. That would hurt my hand more than it would your bottom.”

I hope you enjoyed this short extract from The Charles Smith Scholarship, which is now available via Amazon and Blushing Books.

Don’t forget to head over to Saturday Spankings to check out the offerings from all the other talented authors, wanting to share their work.

Carole x


The Charles Smith Scholarship by Carole Archer

This is a follow-on to my first two books ever published, The Charles Smith Method and The Charles Smith Academy. I’ve been told it also works as a stand-alone book, by someone who had not read the first two but still could follow what was going on. It is available on Blushing Books and Amazon – where the two earlier books are also still available, if you wanted to read all three.

In late 1970s London, The Charles Smith Academy has been running for five years, taking in students who have fallen foul of the law, giving them their only alternative to a custodial sentence.

Six new students are due to arrive for the new school year, and Judge Walker brings news that the Academy will be taking in male pupils for the first time ever. Mr Bainbridge has grave doubts about this, believing the changes will bring trouble.

The students will also be competing for a scholarship in California. Mr and Mrs Hutchinson, Mr Bainbridge, Hazel, Jenny and Harry team up with the students to compete against each other for the coveted scholarship in America, but as the youths struggle to adapt to the strict regime of discipline, the teachers wonder if Judge Walker has been a little ambitious with his plans.

I really enjoyed going back to the characters of my first ever book, and I really appreciated the opportunity to have a third book published in this series, especially it gave me an opportunity to dedicate it to my ‘sir’. He has been in my life for 10 years and he’s helped me with so many things, including my writing. His initials are MAS and I always planned this to be a trilogy in recognition of his help – Method, Academy and Scholarship.

The Charles Smith Scholarship is my 13th book. I can barely believe it, and am now writing a sequel to Melissa’s Punishment Examination, something I very much enjoyed writing.

Carole x


Adirondack Heights by Carole Archer

Kelly Anderson is thrilled to have landed herself a reporting role on the college newspaper at the Adirondack Heights Girls’ College, but she is becoming disillusioned with the dull, uninspiring subject matter about which she is expected to write.

Going off in search of her own material, she finds more than she bargained for when she speaks to Rachel McMillan and discovers a deep, dark secret about one of her professors.

Desperate not to lose her place at the college, Kelly agrees to take part in humiliating medical play, including anal play and enemas, at the hands of the attractive, Professor McAllister, and his female colleague, Professor Lindhurst.

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Now that Adirondack Heights is available for purchase on Amazon, I’d like to share another extract from it. I’m currently working on a third book in my Charles Smith series (The Charles Smith Scholarship) which I should be finished writing in the next couple of weeks, so maybe next week I will share a snippet from that. Here’s this week’s offering for WIP It Up Wednesdays. Enjoy, and don’t forget to head over to the WIP It Up Wednesdays blog to read what other authors are working on:-

Professor McAllister suddenly crossed the room, grabbed a chair and dragged it into the center of the large tiled floor. Setting it down, he sat and gazed sternly at Rachel. “Strip, put your hands on your head, and stand there until I’m ready to deal with you,” he ordered, pointing to a spot a couple of feet away from him.

Kelly gasped with shock as Rachel not only complied with his request, ever so slowly removing her clothing and dropping it to the floor until she stood naked before him, but as she raised her arms and put her hands on her head she actually apologized to Professor McAllister too.

“Right, young lady,” he said, grasping Kelly’s wrist and pulling her towards him. “This is your last chance to back out, but remember your only alternative is expulsion from the college. I’m afraid there can be no other option if you refuse to participate.”

“Oh no, please, sir, I couldn’t bear to be sent home. Please don’t do that,” she pleaded.

“Very well, take off your clothes and lay across my lap,” he ordered, turning to Professor Lindhurst. “Amy, please, could you bring me a rectal thermometer and some lubricant?”

Kelly gasped as Professor Lindhurst nodded and walked across the room, opening a cabinet on the wall and selecting some items.

Looking to her left, Kelly’s eyes widened at the sight of Rachel standing naked beside her, hands on her head, large bare breasts sticking out with nipples erect. Her eyes moved down her slim, tanned body to her shaven mound.

“Come on, hurry up, girl. Get those clothes off,” Professor McAllister urged her. “I can see you’re already aroused at the sight of Rachel’s naked body.” Kelly shook her head vehemently in protest, but her crotch ached to be touched.

“Oh, I can see we’re going to have some fun with you tonight,” he said, laughing. “As tomorrow’s Sunday and there’s no classes for any of us to go to, we have all the time in the world to ensure we do a very thorough job with you.”

Kelly trembled in both fear and arousal as she closed her eyes and reluctantly started to unbutton her shirt. Swallowing nervously, she dropped it to the floor and shuddered. She was horrified to find Professor McAllister standing in front of her, gazing at her breasts spilling out of her half-cup bra.

“I won’t make a very good st-tudy case,” she stammered, unbuttoning her jeans

and hesitantly lowering the zipper. “I’ve only ever had one boyfriend. He said I was frigid,” she admitted, blushing crimson. She hoped Professor McAllister might decide he was wasting his time and allow her to leave. It surely made no sense carrying out such research on an unresponsive subject.

Kelly’s hopes were shattered when Professor McAllister grinned. “I like a challenge,” he stated, gripping the sides of her jeans and tugging them down to mid-thigh. “Tell me, Kelly, are you still a virgin?” he asked.

Kelly shook her head and balled her hands into fists, not wanting to anger him by attempting to pull her jeans back up.

As he stepped behind her, Kelly chewed her lip anxiously, feeling his hands unhooking her bra. His fingers brushed against her sensitive skin as he slipped the straps off her shoulders. Walking back around to the front of her, he grasped her bra and yanked it away. She blushed as his eyes settled on her small, firm and embarrassingly bare breasts.

“Very nice,” he murmured appreciatively, leaning forward to kiss each nipple in turn. Kelly closed her eyes and clenched her fists tighter. “No,” she whimpered, as his lips closed around her right nipple. He began to suck gently as she stiffened. Reaching down between her legs, he cupped her mound over her panties. Kelly shuddered.

“Your ex was a fool. You’re certainly not frigid,” he said, smiling as he slipped his hand down the front of her panties. “He just didn’t know what buttons to press,” he noted, as his finger found her clit, causing her to gasp.

Horrified at her reaction, Kelly clamped her legs together and tried to push away his hand. Immediately he spun her away from him, yanked her panties down and slapped her butt hard. Kelly yelped and reached back to cover her ass, just as his hand landed firmly on her other cheek.

“Stop resisting,” he told her sternly, turning her back to face him and taking her panties down to rest against her jeans. “Relax and you might actually enjoy this,” he said, grinning as he sat down and flipped her across his lap. “But you’re right to stop me touching you. We ought to save it for when we have the monitors attached,” he said with a resigned sigh.

Kelly struggled to get up, wanting to know what monitors they intended to attach to her. She yelped loudly as he ignored her protests and started to land heavy smacks on her bare ass. “When you calm down, we’ll begin,” he told her, smacking her butt sharply. “This will be so much easier if you decide to be a good girl,” he added, landing several more stinging slaps on her quivering cheeks.

“Okay, I’ll be good,” Kelly shrieked. “Please, stop. It really hurts,” she protested. Her legs kicked frantically, her backside burning and tears stinging her eyes.

Immediately, her spanking stopped, but Kelly didn’t have time to feel any relief as her butt cheeks were immediately grabbed and tugged apart roughly, exposing her asshole. “Lube her up,” he said, and Kelly whimpered as Professor Lindhurst’s long, manicured fingernail playfully tickled her anus, before the digit slowly penetrated her. Kelly gasped, trying to push up. “Relax,” the professor encouraged the younger woman, as she gently probed her with her slim, well-lubricated finger, which slid deep into her bottom.

Kelly’s cheeks were burning with humiliation. When she turned her head to the side, she was shocked to see Rachel, still standing a few feet away, naked and with her

hands atop her head. Her blush deepened as Rachel smiled sympathetically. She’d forgotten all about the other girl watching, her mind totally focused on her own ordeal.

Kelly breathed a sigh of relief when Professor Lindhurst removed her finger and her buttocks were released. Before she had chance to relax fully, Professor McAllister wrapped one arm tightly around her waist and patted her butt gently. “Be a good girl. Let me make sure you’re fit and well to take part in our trial,” he said calmly. Kelly hoped desperately that she would not be in good health, though admittedly she felt fine.

A finger once more pressed against her anus and she immediately tensed. Professor McAllister sighed loudly. “Do I need to take a paddle to your butt to encourage you to behave?” he asked, his finger slowly worming its way into her tight entrance.

“No, sir, I’m sorry. I’m trying to be good,” she whimpered—and she truly was. It was harder than she had expected, allowing someone to touch and probe her most private parts in such an intimate way. And worse than that, she was becoming further aroused.

“That’s better,” he praised, as his finger delved deeper into her. Kelly’s eyes widened and she reared up slightly. His finger was much thicker and longer than his female colleague’s. Willing herself to settle down, fearful of being paddled, she closed her eyes as Professor McAllister chuckled, his finger moving slowly in and out of her tight rectum.

“If you’re having trouble accommodating my finger, what on earth are you going to do when I put a butt plug up here?” he asked with amusement.

Kelly opened her mouth to protest, gasping loudly when his finger was removed, and a thin, rigid object slipped into her bottom hole. “I’m just taking your temperature,” he reassured her. Kelly’s cheeks instantly flushed. She had never had her temperature taken in such a way. It felt strange and entirely humiliating. Trembling slightly, she concentrated on breathing slowly. She felt immense relief when he finally slipped the thermometer out, but her heart sunk when he announced she was fit and well to continue.

Helping Kelly to stand, he gripped her wrist and turned to Professor Lindhurst. “Amy, could you go and prepare me two large soap suds enemas please?” he asked. She nodded in response, while Kelly shook her head in disbelief. “Please, no,” she whimpered, but her feeble protests were ignored.

Carole x

I am delighted that my latest book, Adirondack Heights, is now available on Amazon via the following link:-

Adirondack Heights by Carole Archer

Kelly Anderson is thrilled to have landed herself a reporting role on the college newspaper at the Adirondack Heights Girls’ College, but she is becoming disillusioned with the dull, uninspiring subject matter about which she is expected to write.

Going off in search of her own material, she finds more than she bargained for when she speaks to Rachel McMillan and discovers a deep, dark secret about one of her professors.

Desperate not to lose her place at the college, Kelly agrees to take part in humiliating medical play, including anal play and enemas, at the hands of the attractive, Professor McAllister, and his female colleague, Professor Lindhurst.

Carole x

I’ve just found this blog hop, and after doing my post for Saturday Spankings, I decided to give this a go too, to share a slightly longer extract from my soon-to-be-released book, Adirondack Heights.

Adirondack Heights is a girls college, nestled in the mountains of New York. Kelly Anderson is the lead reporter on the school paper, and is reluctantly out partying with the other students, searching for some hot gossip to liven up the dull newspaper. She’s injected a little life into it recently with historical pieces about the area, and wildlife articles, which are a hit with the students. She finds herself in a deep discussion with fellow student, Rachel McMillan, who really opens up to her, and Kelly is strangely aroused by the girl’s admissions (below). Later in the book, Kelly does find her juicy story, but it could end up costing her the scholarship she fought so hard for.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Kelly said sympathetically, reaching forward to squeeze the girl’s hand.

Rachel shrugged and swiped at her tears with the heel of her hand. “Sorry,” she apologized. “It’s just that Daddy will be so cross with me. I need to improve my grades quickly or he’ll…” Rachel swallowed and looked at Kelly, her face pale. “He’ll p-p-punish me,” she quickly blurted out.

“Punish you?” Kelly asked, confused.

“Yeah, I mean he’ll sp-sp-spank me,” Rachel confessed, lowering her gaze.

Kelly’s eyes widened. “I’m sure he won’t do that. You’re an adult, not a little girl. If you just talk to him….”

Rachel shook her head and gripped Kelly’s hand tightly. “You don’t understand. Daddy has a woodshed. It was for the boys. Mom always dealt with me and my sisters, using a heavy wooden hairbrush,” she admitted, frowning and squirming in her seat.

Kelly gasped in shock, never having been subjected to real discipline—at least not physical chastisement. Her parents had simply sent her to her room if she misbehaved, permitting her to come back out when she apologized. For more serious misdeeds, her allowance had been stopped and she was grounded. Although she hated having her privileges withdrawn, Kelly was sincerely grateful her parents were not spankers.

“You poor thing,” Kelly sympathized, gently patting her hand.

Rachel nodded. “Mom’s brush really hurt, but I know now that I had it real easy growing up, not like my poor brothers.” Rachel shuddered. “Daddy’s strap. He kept it in the woodshed.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I teased my brothers relentlessly, but now I know what they had to endure,” she admitted, wincing and touching her bottom as if the mere memory caused her pain.

“Don’t,” Kelly pleaded. “Please don’t think about it if it upsets you so much.” Rachel let out a small laugh. “You have no idea, do you?” Kelly shook her head, her expression blank.

“I really was a good girl growing up, believe it or not,” Rachel said, laughing nervously. “I rarely felt the back of Mom’s brush. The odd times that I did, I quickly learned my lesson.”

Rachel’s cheeks flushed and she squirmed in her seat, clearly distressed. Kelly squeezed her hand, encouraging her to continue.

“When I was nineteen, Daddy caught me smoking. He was so ashamed and took me straight out to his woodshed.” Rachel paused, swallowed audibly and closed her eyes.

“He’d never punished me before. I was terrified.”

Kelly held her breath and nodded, waiting for Rachel to continue her tale.

“I honestly didn’t think he’d do it. Even when he raised my skirt, I thought he was just trying to frighten me. But then he strapped my bottom a few times before suddenly releasing me and telling me to go to my room,” Rachel added, with a shudder.

Kelly shook her head and patted Rachel’s shoulder affectionately. “You poor thing,” she consoled her.

Ignoring her sympathy, Rachel continued. “My brother found me crying in my room and asked what had happened. I told him, expecting him to cuddle me, but he said I’d had it easy. He told me they always got it on the bare and never less than a couple of

dozen licks.”

Rachel trembled before smiling wryly. “Daddy let me keep my panties on,” she recalled. “I do wear them sometimes,” she added with a laugh, “and I was certainly grateful for them that day.”

Kelly patted her hand gently. Rachel turned and looked her straight in the eye. “I was so angry with Daddy for doing that to me. I was always his little girl. I was his favorite. I just couldn’t believe he was capable….” Her voice trailed off as she covered her face with her hands.

Kelly smiled. She could relate to what Rachel was saying. As an only child, her own father had positively doted on her. She couldn’t imagine him ever being angry enough to raise a hand to her.

“I couldn’t believe he did something so awful to me,” Rachel mumbled into her hands, shaking her head as if she still hadn’t come to terms with her father’s harsh punishment. Lifting her head, she looked into Kelly’s eyes and continued. “I was totally humiliated. In a foolish act of vengeance, I took my boyfriend into the woodshed. I begged him to fuck me over Daddy’s spanking bench.”

Kelly gasped, before sniggering. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.”

Rachel gave her a small smile. “That’s okay. I thought it was funny too, until Daddy caught us. He sent my boyfriend home and told me to stay where I was, half naked, my bare butt in the air.” Rachel paused and closed her eyes, while Kelly held her breath.

“Then he held me down and strapped me hard. I made such a fuss, but it hurt so much,” Rachel confessed, a blush staining her cheeks.

Kelly shuffled uncomfortably in her chair. She felt pity for Rachel, but the thought of her bending across a spanking bench, bare bottomed, made her feel unusually aroused.

“I struggled. I couldn’t help it,” she explained, eyes wide as she related her tale. “He called my mom to hold me down. I begged her to let me go when Daddy told her he was going outside to cut a switch, but she ignored my pleas. People in the next town must have heard my cries when he striped my butt. It was agony, but worse than that, Momma was so ashamed of me,” Rachel added, sniffling and brushing away a tear as she averted her gaze.

Kelly frowned, unable to believe her mother’s shame was worse than a bare bottom switching.

“Momma took me straight to my room when my thrashing was over,” Rachel explained. “She marched me through the house, still half naked, in front of my brothers. But worse was still to come,” she said, blinking back tears and taking a deep breath.

Kelly tried to imagine what could possibly be more terrible than that. Rachel quickly supplied her with the answer. “She took me across her lap and gave me a large soap suds enema, for making Daddy so angry,” Rachel tearfully admitted, her cheeks reddening. “She said I was too sore to be spanked, so she punished me in a way she promised me I would never forget. Believe me I never have forgotten it. I don’t imagine I ever will.”

I hope you enjoyed this snippet from my latest book. At the time of writing this blog post, I was awaiting my cover from my publisher, for approval before publication. Hopefully, at this time the book might have been released, or if not I’m sure it won’t be long before it is.

Head on over to WIP It Up to read what other authors are writing about.

Carole x

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For this week’s Saturday Spankings, I want to share an extract from my new, yet-to-be-released book, Adirondack Heights. It should be available very soon.

Adirondack Heights Girls’ College is nestled in the mountains of New York. Journalism major student, Kelly Anderson, is desperate to find something decent to write about for the school paper. She’s fed up with dull stories about the school mascot and other such trivial matters, though she has injected some life – and gained the interest of many students – by writing wildlife articles, and interesting pieces about the history of the Adirondacks. In her search for juicy news, she stumbles upon medical research being done behind closed doors in the college. Despite warnings to keep her nose out, Kelly soon finds herself in way too deep, risking the scholarship she fought so hard to get.

This extract is from early in the book, when Kelly is chatting to drunken students at a party, trying to find a story that will blow the socks off the school paper. While talking to fellow student, Rachel McMillan, Kelly finds the inebriated young woman sharing things she may well regret when she sobers up, including details of a strapping she received from her father, followed by an even more humiliating punishment from her mother:-

“Momma took me straight to my room when my thrashing was over,” Rachel explained. “She marched me through the house, still half naked, in front of my brothers. But worse was still to come,” she said, blinking back tears and taking a deep breath.

Kelly tried to imagine what could possibly be more terrible than that. Rachel quickly supplied her with the answer. “She took me across her lap and gave me a large soap suds enema, for making Daddy so angry,” Rachel tearfully admitted, her cheeks reddening. “She said I was too sore to be spanked, so she punished me in a way she promised me I would never forget. Believe me I never have forgotten it. I don’t imagine I ever will.”

I hope you enjoyed this short extract. The book is edited and ready to go (I’m only waiting to see the cover), so hopefully it will be available for purchase soon.

Don’t forget to head over to Saturday Spankings to read the offerings from the other talented authors.

Happy New Year!

Carole x



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For this week’s Saturday Spankings I want to share another extract from my latest book, Dreamer.

After twenty years in the same job, Deena Wood is laid off with a good severance package. Instead of wallowing, she is surprisingly positive about her future and excited at the opportunity to train for a new career. Her love of baking and a lifelong dream to run her own bakery leads her to enroll in cooking classes at her local university.Although Deena is keen to improve her skills, she finds herself frequently daydreaming – mainly about her gorgeous tutor Martin Vine. There’s an undeniable attraction between them and eventually they give in to their desires, discovering a shared love of spanking. Unfortunately for Deena, she quickly learns that Martin doesn’t only spank for fun, he’s a strong believer in domestic discipline. She’s embarrassed to find herself on the receiving end of humiliating punishments such as enemas and anal play, as well as very hard spankings. But as life throws obstacles in their way, will Deena have to chose between her dream bakery or the man she loves? Or is there a way she can have them both?This couple are a little older, Deena in her mid-30s and Martin in his mid-40s, but I think that works really well for this story. This is definitely the story I have enjoyed writing most. I hope you’ll go and buy it and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Dreamer by Carole Archer

Although I’m trembling as I look into those cool blue eyes, the small wrinkles beneath them disappearing as his eyebrows rise, I feel the corners of my mouth twitching.

His eyes widen further and he gazes at me incredulously. “You think this is funny?” he asks. “Needing to have your bottom smacked by your tutor, like a naughty little girl?”

I swallow audibly and shuffle in discomfort, chewing my lower lip. “I’m sorry, sir,” I whisper, and that wicked twinkle lights up his eyes.

“Oh believe me, you will be. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be more than sorry.”

Opening my mouth to speak—probably not very wise as the question on the tip of my tongue is ‘how can I be

more than sorry? Surely I’m either sorry or I’m not!’—I yelp as he grasps my wrist and drags me towards the corner of his living room, propelling me forward with sharp slaps to my backside.

As I’m pushed nose first into the corner, I reach back with both hands and caress my stinging cheeks. I can’t contain my smile when he sighs deeply, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.

“Oh, you really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”


I hope you enjoyed this snippet. If you want to read more, I hope you might consider heading over to Amazon or Blushing Books to purchase it:-

And don’t forget to go to the Saturday Spankings blog to read the offerings from the other talented authors.

Carole x


Works In Progress

Melissa and Uncle Cyril
2,489/30,000 words
Domestic discipline story
0/60,000 words

About Carole Archer

Carole Archer brings spanking erotic fiction straight from the motherland of spanking--she loves caning, spankings, alpha-males, and erotic sexual scenes in stories, and brings her readers what she loves!

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