Have you visited Corbin’s Bend? If not, then pack your bags for a journey to a community tailor-made for you.In Corbin’s Bend, no wife ever need fear having her neighbors know she’s subject to domestic discipline, because here spanking is the norm. In this popular series, you will get to know the couples who call this unique community home, and learn how they build their lives with the help of old-fashioned disciplinary values.
Life-long residents of Mesa, Arizona, both of Matt & Julie Renton’s conservative families turned on them when their discipline lifestyle became public knowledge. Months after being fired from his job, Matt was just getting by doing day labor. Worried over Julie’s stress level, he set his hopes on getting into a new housing development in Colorado called Corbin’s Bend where they could be themselves and his lovely wife could finally relax.
Combined with Matt’s natural ability to find the most unique forms of discipline he could imagine, Julie found herself at home in their new community filled with wonderful residents who were nice, friendly, and the kind of people she could open up to.
Tried, true, and tested before they even reached Colorado, Matt and Julie worked hard to keep their relationship strong even as they started a new life. With a new job for Matt and complete acceptance from the community for Julie, they began to feel that this just might be where they belonged. Especially when the community’s welcome basket arrived with a little surprise.
“Damnit!” Julie hissed, running from the bedroom into the kitchen as the smoke alarm went off. Of course, there was no smoke and nothing was on the stove. It was just a mark of this horrible, dingy downtown apartment that the damned thing went off whenever it could, which was usually several times a day. Grabbing one of their kitchen chairs, she dragged it over underneath the alarm and stood up on it, hitting the reset button several times. It usually worked for Matt, but it did no good for her. Screaming loudly as it shrieked even louder, she hopped off the chair and found a hammer. Standing back up, she closed her eyes and slammed the hammer into the box. It blessedly went silent. Sighing with relief to have the sound gone, she hopped off the chair and sat down. Only to open her eyes and see pieces of plastic lying on the floor.
“Oh, no!” She glanced up, horrified to realize she hadn’t just shut it up, she’d destroyed it. What was left of it, mostly wires, hung from the ceiling. “Shit!” There was no way to hide this. Julie had just killed it. “Matt’s not going to be happy.”
That was an understatement. They had an agreement that she was to call him whenever her temper got the better of her. Because when it got that bad, something inanimate usually paid the price. The last time she killed something it had been her cell phone and his punishment had been horribly inventive. Just remembering the humiliation of going out shopping with a ginger root up her rear end made her fidget. Dashing to the fridge, she opened it up and went through it. No ginger. Relieved, she closed the door. Maybe he’d just spank her. Of course, their neighbors had complained the last few times they had done so. They really needed to find a quieter implement.
“Or move to Corbin’s Bend,” she said wistfully. They applied three weeks ago but so far hadn’t heard any news. Matt was picking up day-labor jobs and she had taken a small job at a local convenience store to help with bills. It wasn’t much, but they were getting by. They hadn’t touched the rest of their house fund, even though it had been seriously depleted by the down payment. If they got in, they would need the rest of the money to pack things up and move.
Grabbing a broom, she swept up the remains of the dead smoke alarm and dumped it on the counter. Matt would ask her where it went if she didn’t. Wishing she were working this evening instead of being here when he got home to see it, she pulled some bread out of the cupboard. Maybe if she made him some French Toast, one of his favorite foods, he would be more amenable to… What was she thinking? She had agreed to this and would have to submit to whatever evilness he decided this particular problem was worth.
Julie was just glad there was no ginger in sight. Even worse than the overwhelming heat the thing put out was the fact it turned them both on. The discomfort flipped a switch in her and seeing her pussy leak as she squirmed just turned her man on like crazy. That he loved to fuck her ass after he pulled the root out… A low moan left her lips. Damn. Maybe she should go buy some before he got home.
The opening of the front door startled her. Her eyes flashed to the clock. It was after five. Crap.
Thianna likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty. And not just in her personal life. A writer of romance with a side of spice, she enjoys a wonderful tale that combines romance, strong characters, humor, and an intriguing plot. Oh, and of course, all the little salacious bits that pop up in her works as well. While her writing has mostly dealt with BDSM and DD relationships in the past, she is also a major fan of paranormal and is vastly excited about a new series she has coming out called Drakyl Ranch.
A resident of the Pacific Northwest part of the U.S., she would prefer to be overrun by the beauty of the Rocky Mountains. One day, she’ll get back to the most beautiful mountains in the world…at least in her opinion.
Creator of and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series, she wants to know: Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?
M/F romance is under the name Thianna D. and M/M romance is under the name Thianna Durston.