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Rollin Hand writes erotic spanking fiction, mixing classic spanking and BDSM themes with romance, intriguing plots, vivid characterization and surprising twists. Rollin has published over forty volumes of novels, short story collections, novelettes and novellas exploring the allure and eroticism of spanking and BDSM in adult relationships. The genres he covers include romance, thrillers, westerns, paranormal, medieval and historical drama, contemporary domestic drama and humor. Rollin’s works cover a variety of orientations including M/F, F/F, F/M and switch.  


Today I’m introducing my new compendium of spanking romance novelettes, Passionate Punishment. These stories were published in 2013 and 2014 originally as paired novelettes, but never properly identified as romances, which they certainly are. My goal is to re-introduce them to my romance readers and to offer them in a single volume at a substantial discount from the originals. In addition, Passionate Punishment will soon be available as a print version for those who would rather have a physical book.

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There are six novelettes in the collection. They are:

The Ladies of Heatherton Hall

Joshua Fairchild is a struggling American student until he discovers he is heir to an estate on an obscure English island. Oakton Island is both remote and unusual. Old traditions hold sway there, and as Josh finds out, he has duties as the Earl of Carlisle that he would never have dreamed existed, including meting out discipline to his own household. Josh meets the estate’s lovely Lady Gwyneth, and it’s not long before the mutual attraction between them comes to a boil. But when the task of administering discipline comes to include not only the staff and guests, but the fair lady herself, the pair of lovers come face to face with an agonizing decision.


The Countess and the Magician

It is the spring of 1944 and in occupied France a French resistance agent, code name LaFleur, plots to extract information from the German high command, information that may be vital to the success of the invasion. In reality, Lafleur is the Countess Angelique Dubois, purveyor of entertainment of a carnal nature and madam to a high class clientele enamored of the disciplinary arts. But to carry off the mission, the Countess needs The Magician, a mysterious American agent trained in the orient. The magician, one Marc Merlin, must go under cover with his assistant Caroline Grey, a pretty English data analyst, as players in The Countess’s entertainment tableaux, enactments of dominance, submission, pain and pleasure.



Brenda Starling, ace reporter for a Portland, Oregon newspaper, is on to a story, one that involves sinister abductions of young pretty females coupled with painful and humiliating judicial type punishments. Who is doing this and why? Brenda is determined to find out, heedless of the risk to her personal safety. This does not sit well with her photographer boyfriend who will not hesitate to discipline his headstrong girlfriend when the need arises. And as Brenda’s investigation brings her closer to the truth, she discovers that the hunter may have become the hunted.


Fall’s Creek Women’s Prison

Connie Bright is a rookie police officer with a mission – to enter the notorious women’s correctional facility at Fall’s Creek undercover, as an inmate, and discover the criminal enterprise being run on the inside. But it is 1955 and corporal punishment for inmates is very much the norm at Falls Creek where a date with Black Betty, the notorious prison razor strap, is something to be feared. On top of that, there is the tough as nails inmate, Tall Mary, known to all as Big Momma, the ruler of the cell block. It is not wise to cross her, for as all the inmates know, momma will spank. As the true nature of the crime inside the walls becomes clearer, Connie is faced with a question–who is in on it, and worse, who can she trust to get her out?


Tumalo Bend 1895

Hank Carson, a prosperous rancher in the high desert country of Oregon, is at his wit’s end. His nearly adult daughters have been skipping school, and their last “hooky” incident has had them off canoodling with the local swains. Hank realizes that at their age what they really need is a tutor and governess. Enter Diana Fitzhugh, an English émigré with a desire to see the West. But she finds that as tutor to the Carson girls she has her hands full. A suffragette rally that becomes a riot lands her and the girls in trouble, with painful consequences at the business end of a birch rod. On top of that she becomes aware of a growing attraction between her and the tough old rancher. But can a lady used to the comforts of civilization be happy on a ranch in the rugged West? And what about Hank’s old fashioned notions of appropriate domestic discipline? For in the wild west, what goes for the girls applies equally, if not more, to a wife.


 Lady Jayne

The land of Thracia is under siege. Viking raiders have taken advantage of its weakness while its men are off to war. So in stark disobedience to her father’s orders, Lady Jayne and her cousin, Lady Celia, decide to act as scouts to discover the threat posed by the raiders. The threat is real enough as the ladies learn. They are ambushed, but a pair of knights intervenes, thwarting the attack on the two women. Who were these knights? A pair of brothers, Garth and Rance Devane, on their way to see Jayne’s father, Robert DeCorday, Baron of Thracia. The brothers have been sent by King Alfred to spy on the activities of the Vikings and report back. But in the meantime, it seems they must deal with two headstrong ladies who are not only in need of constant rescue, but require appropriate chastisement as well. Wills clash and sparks fly as the Devane brothers set about to tame both the Viking horde and the Thracian ladies.

Here are a few excerpts:

From The Ladies of Heatherton Hall

“Tell Mrs. Finch to prepare a rod — no, make that two. And tell the girls to report to the library in half an hour.”

“At once, Lady Gwyneth,” said Griggs, who then turned and left. “Come with me,” she said to Josh.

When they were all in the library she shut the door. “Our staff,” she said, “are like family. Generations have been in service here at Heatherton Hall. No one ever gets fired. But as in all families there are behavior lapses and discipline problems. This is apparently the end result of a long standing feud between Jane and Millie. They have been warned about this before. Now it has resulted in damage. Griggs was right to put them on report.”

“So what happens now?”

“What happens now is that they will both receive a flogging.”

Josh let this sink in. “A flogging? Are you kidding?” This was 2013, not 1913.

“I know our ways may seem odd to you, but it is part of the compact that has served all of us for generations. Perhaps you have heard that the birch is in use for certain offenses here on the island, so it is part of our culture. Only …”

“Only what?”

“Daddy did this. Always. Ever since I can remember. As the lord of Heatherton Hall, it was his duty. He was the ultimate authority.”

“And therefore the new earl should do it, newcomer or not,” said Lydia Heatherton.

“Granny!” said Gwyneth. “You can’t expect him to…”

“Why not?” shot back Lady Heatherton. “He’s the earl now. It’s his job, like it or not.”


From The Countess and the Magician

“Let me ask you something Captain. Your orders were to follow my instructions, correct?”

Merlin nodded. “They said this is your operation.”

“And if I give you an instruction, one that involves the mission?”

Merlin shrugged. “I’m to do it.”

“Good.” Angelique smiled. “Now yesterday,” she began slowly, “Caroline nearly compromised the whole mission because she disobeyed you and acted impulsively, correct?”

Merlin looked pointedly at Caroline who seemed to shrink under his gaze. “Yes, she did.”

“Then I think she should be punished for that lapse.”

“What?” said Caroline, sitting up.

Merlin’s eyebrows shot up. “Punished?”

“Yes. So as my first order regarding the mission, I want you to punish Caroline. She is your ‘niece’ and you are acting in loco parentis as your cover, so yes, I want you to punish her, right here, right now.”

“Now wait a minute…” said Caroline, clearly alarmed. What did she think she was going to tell him to do?

“Pull that chair to the center of the room, Captain.” She had indicated an armless chair sitting against the wall.

Merlin shrugged, got up and pulled it over. “Ok, what now?” he said. But he was beginning to get an idea.

“Good,” said Angelique. “Now put her across your knee and spank her hard. Go ahead, she’s had a spanking before.”

Merlin grinned. “Seriously?” The idea did have definite appeal. Perhaps the girl could use a good spanking to make her understand how serious he was about obeying instructions.

“I’ve never been more serious,” said Angelique coldly. “Do it.”


From Lady Jayne

“Suppose you tell us who you are, then we’ll decide what to do with you,” said Garth.

Celia drew herself up. “I’ll have you know we are–”

“Nobody,” interrupted Jayne. “We’re nobody. I’m Mary and this is Beth. We are from the village of Fern, a few miles from here.”

“Just simple village girls, are you?” said Rance. “All right then. Garth, what’s the penalty for burglary in these parts?”

“Oh, I think probably hanging. Do we have a rope?” Garth made a show of looking around.

“We are not burglars!” said Jayne, angrily.

“Or maybe, given their tender youth, they’d be let off with a sound thrashing. What do you think?”

“That’s more likely,” said Rance. “Actually a good spanking would probably be sufficient to teach these two village girls not to snoop.”

“We’re not snooping,” said Jayne, now exasperated. “We only came in seeking shelter. When are you going to get that through your thick skulls?”

“A little snippy for village girls addressing knights, don’t you think?” said Rance, looking at his brother, eyebrows raised.

Garth pursed his lips and nodded in agreement. “Aye. Well, best get to it. Then we’ll send them on their way. Their fathers will probably add a touch more to the red bottoms we’re going to give them.”


A Fairy Tale

[Author’s note: This is an adaptation of a story that I read many years ago in JANUS. It was written, as I recall, in the late ’70s or early ’80s. I know it will not come out the same, but I thought the premise was cute, so I attempted to recreate it from memory.]


Once upon a time there lived a king, a queen, and their three daughters— Roxanne a fiery red haired beauty of 21 with a full voluptuous figure, Christine a slender and pretty girl of 19 and Daphne, a lively, cute and ripe figured blonde of 16.

One day the king received word that a terrible dragon was ravaging the countryside. He charged the royal magician to consult the ancient tomes so that he might discover what could be done. The magician gave the matter some study and reported back to the king.

“Sire, the dragon can be slain, but the lance to be used must have a blade that has been bathed in the tears of a well whipped virgin of noble birth.”

Upon hearing this pronouncement, the three daughters glanced at each other nervously. With a heavy heart the king turned to his oldest daughter and said:

“I am sorry Roxanne, but you must give of yourself for the good of the kingdom.”

To the captain of the guard, the king said: “Accompany Princess Roxanne  to the tower and take the magician with you. I charge you to give the princess Roxanne a sound whipping on her bare bottom with your sword belt until the tears flow. What must be done must be done.”

The captain and two of his two of his men grasped the arms of the flustered Roxanne and hustled her off to the tower, kicking and screaming. Stripping the lovely princess naked they bound her hands to a rung on the wall. Princess Roxanne was indeed a lush figured beauty with a full, round bottom that seemed to beg for the lash.  The captain removed his belt and, wrapping the end around his fist, proceeded to lash the belt full across her lovely bottom with a loud crack that could be heard all the way down in the throne room. The captain then proceeded to administer smack after smack to the white, deliciously rounded bare buttocks of the princess. As each harsh crack of the belt landed, the princess would squeal and rise up on her toes pumping her hips forward. Bands of red left by the belt merged into a red mass and the princess began to cry. The magician caught the tears in a vial.

When the lance had been prepared, a knight was sent out to slay the dragon. Upon encountering the dragon, the knight stabbed it with the lance. This merely infuriated the dragon, and it promptly ate the knight.

When word of the knight’s demise reached the king, he consulted the wizard again. The wizard was at a loss to explain the failure. The queen, however, glared at Roxanne, her eyes narrowing. “Send for the royal midwife, and you, daughter come to my chamber.”

“No, mama, no, I can explain!” wailed Roxanne.

And explain she did to the tune of a whippy switch wielded by the queen across the already reddened buttocks of the weeping red-haired princess. At the same time, a handsome guardsman was seen to beat a hasty retreat for the border of the kingdom on a fast horse.

The middle daughter, Christine, was made of sterner stuff.

“I am ready to take my punishment, papa, for the good of the realm. And unlike my sister, I am pure.  I only ask that I be permitted to choose the hand that will wield the lash.”

“It shall be as you wish, brave daughter,” said the king.

Christine looked around the room and found the eyes of her beloved, Sir Roland.

“I choose the noble Sir Roland. He shall obtain my tears.”

The knight implored her not to choose him. How could he bring pain to the one he loved? But Princess Christine was adamant.

“Come, Sir Roland, you must attend me in my chamber. Send to the kitchen for a sturdy paddle. I will prepare myself.”

And so it was that the brave princess removed her gown, lowered her pantaloons and draped herself across the knees of  her would be lover. Roland contemplated the fleshy, perfectly formed mounds of his sweetheart’s bottom and sighed as he resolutely raised the paddle.


The paddle fell square across the roundest part of Princess Christine’s lovely sit-spot which jiggled delightfully upon impact.

Smack! Smack! Crack!

Roland applied the paddle with gusto, smacking and cracking the bare hind cheeks of the princess. Stoic though she tried to be, the searing pain in her buttocks caused her to wriggle and yelp with each hearty spank. After several minutes of relentless smacking from the paddle, the wriggling fanny had been spanked to a scarlet hue and the tears began to flow. When enough tears had been gathered, the spanking ended and Christine rose to embrace her punisher. All the ladies in waiting applauded (and the pantaloons of several were decidedly moist after watching the masterful Sir Roland in action).

Once again a lance was prepared, and once again a brave knight ventured forth to battle the dragon. But once again the knight was vanquished, and only a riderless horse returned.

The King and his court were perplexed. The royal wizard suggested further study.

“I have found the problem,” the wizard declared. “The word virgin in this passage means ‘one under 17 years of age’, and the whipping must occur in public.”

All eyes fell on Princess Daphne, whose face paled at this revelation.

“Furthermore, the whipping must be administered by the knight who will slay the dragon,” continued the old sage.

“Very well,” said the king. “Sir Garth, you are our bravest, most capable knight. All others have failed. You must slay the dragon.”

At this news Daphne began to swoon, for Sir Garth was the handsomest, bravest knight in the realm. She had worshipped him even as a young child.

“Have the birching block brought to the throne room, and prepare a suitable birch rod.” Said the king. “ I am sorry my dearest daughter, but what must be done must be done,” he said to Daphne, clearly the apple of her father’s eye.

When the block had been prepared and a birch rod procured, all eyes fell on the lovely Daphne. With the help of her ladies in waiting, the fearful princess removed her gown to reveal budding breasts, a narrow waist, and flaring womanly hips. Her luscious bottom cheeks strained against her tight pantaloons which were lowered to reveal a heart-shaped bottom of exquisite beauty.

Daphne was secured to the block and a hush fell upon the courtiers as Sir Garth took up the birch.

“Forgive me child,” said Sir Garth as he raised his arm.

Swish….thwack!  Swishh…thwack! Daphne’s bottom cheeks rippled at the rod’s impact.

“Yeowwww” squealed Daphne.

Sir Garth whipped the supple birch rod across Princess Daphne’s tender fanny causing her to wriggle and yelp. The birch switches seemed to almost bounce off of the jiggling bottom, leaving red weals in their wake. The whine of the birch sang a song of pain as it swished and cracked against the princess’ bare bottom. At long last, the tears that had welled up in Daphne’s eyes began to flow. A vial was procured.

“Stop,” said the wizard when the vial had filled.

Daphne was allowed to rise, and she stood weeping and rubbing her reddened buttocks piteously. Through her tears she looked at Sir Garth who embraced her, wiping the tears away.

“I will slay the dragon for you, little one. And I will return.”

And with that, Sir Garth rode off, accompanied by Sir Roland and the captain of the guard. They tracked the dragon to its lair. While Roland and the captain kept it at bay, Sir Garth plunged the lance into its heart killing the fearsome beast.

When the news reached the king he rejoiced and ordered a celebration. As a reward for their brave deeds, he gave the hand of each of his daughters to the three heroes who had rid the land of the dragon.

And so it was that a triple wedding was held. At the altar was the fiery Roxanne with the Captain of the Guard, Sir Roland, and Princess Christine, and the nubile Princess Daphne and Sir Garth.

Some say that…..

Princess Roxanne came reluctantly to the altar but became very demure when the Captain gave her a stern glance and fingered his sword belt meaningfully. The captain installed a rung in a post in his bedchamber.

A long strap made from an old sword belt hangs on a peg next to the rung.

Princess Christine presented her new husband with a unique wedding gift, the very paddle used on her posterior. Princess Christine seems blissfully happy even though the unmistakable cracking sound of a bare bottom paddling in progress from behind the door to the couple’s chambers is a frequent event.

The chambers of Sir Garth and Daphne frequently resound with the loud smacking sounds of palm meeting flesh. After all, Daphne is still a child and needs discipline. Who better than Sir Garth to turn the cute princess over his knee to spank her soundly when she is petulant.

All agree, however, that the new couples lived happily ever after (even if the three princesses did not always sit very comfortably).

The End.

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