By Cara Bristol
A common setting in BDSM romances is the dungeon scene, where Doms and subs go to play. This is true in real life, too. Within the sheltered environment of the club scene (and at munches), BDSM practitioners are free to be open about who they are and what they do.
Domestic discipline practitioners, on the other hand, are isolated from each other. About the only source of public connection is the internet, where DD practitioners openly communicate, but under the cloak of anonymity. Spanking bloggers often write about hiding their lifestyle from their children, their families, and their friends, of the difficulty in finding a quiet time and place to spank.
What if it didn’t need to be that way? What if there was an organization, not unlike a BDSM club, where members could associate and be free to be who they are? What would an organization like that look like? What would be the protocols? The rules?
That idea inspired the Rod and Cane Society, a series of novels and novellas, about a secret organization of men who spank their wives to maintain domestic discipline. Each book profiles the romantic and spanking relationship of a different couple in the organization. To date, six books have been written, with more planned. Each novel of the series is a stand-alone, but the Society has grown and evolved.
Although members are open amongst themselves, Rod and Cane places a premium on privacy. Prospective members are vetted and must sign a confidentiality agreement. Security is tight. Guards are stationed outside the inner sanctum, and members must “badge in” using a reader afterhours. Violating confidentiality is a serious offense and leads to official “sanctioning.”
I patterned the Rod and Cane Society after a male-dominated, even chauvinistic “old boys” club. That’s how it debuted in book one, Unexpected Consequences. Only males served on its Board of Governance. Women couldn’t even become full-fledged Rod and Cane members, but were relegated to its’ Wives Auxiliary. But in book two, False Pretenses, the society is outed by an undercover reporter, which spurs the beginning of change and greater openness within the society.
Rod and Cane is headquartered in a Victorian mansion and is filled with artwork of rosy-bottomed women. There is a two-way viewing mirror that separates the governance chamber from the disciplinary chamber where official sanctions are meted out.
The disciplinary chamber features prominently in the just-released Irresistible Attractions. Thinking no one will know, the cleaning girl decides to try out the equipment. But she forgets about the viewing window…
An excerpt from Irresistible Attractions
Vacuuming finished, she wound the cord around the cleats and pushed the machine into the hall, remembering how she’d gotten flustered and left it on the elevator. Jordan Bevy must have thought she was a ditz. Naturally she would make an ass of herself in front of the sexiest man she’d ever encountered. He made the guys at her college look like little kids.
Hannah halted in the doorway giving the room a final perusal. Spic and spank. Dust free. Paddles aligned in neat rows. Benches polished.
She eyed her favorite. Gorgeous cherry grain. Slick, smooth leather, the kind resistant to sweat stains, she suspected. In her fantasies, she knelt on that bench. Dare she try it out for real? Doing so violated the rules, but it wouldn’t disturb anything, and tonight might be her sole chance. Amberlyn would come back—or Tidy Titans would replace her. Either way, she’d never be alone in the mansion again.
Before she lost her nerve, she strode to the apparatus. Spastic butterflies beat frantic wings in her stomach as she knelt on the lower padded seat and relaxed her torso atop the upper one. She wiggled her wrists into the leather loops attached to the front legs. She peeked over her shoulder at her reflection and winced at her big booty, covered in unattractive gray wash-and-wear cotton poly. Not her best feature. Why couldn’t she have had a cute little butt to go along with her short stature?
Hannah freed her hands from the restraints and tugged up the skirt. Her lace thong left her backside near naked. Twisting her arm, she swatted one pasty cheek. Smack! Smack! Buns of steel? More like jiggles of Jell-O. She slapped herself several more times. It was hard to get a good swing. If only she had longer arms…
Or an implement.
Hannah scurried to the wall and snatched a short, slender cane then hopped back on the bench and hiked her dress over her waist again.
She tapped herself with the rod. More kiss than slap, it imparted only a slight sting. Tightening her grip, she swung a little harder. Ow! She wiggled her bottom. Nice tingle, but it disappeared too fast.
She was so bad. This was breaking every rule and some that hadn’t been written yet. Tidy Titans’ Rule No. 35: Do not try out clients’ spanking equipment.
Hannah giggled and landed another strike on her bottom. “You’re a naughty girl,” she chided aloud, imagining her fantasy man saying it. But, this time, he had Jordan Bevy’s face.
“Yes, you are a naughty girl,” boomed Jordan’s very real voice.
Irresistible Attractions Blurb
College student Hannah Laurie works nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of domestic discipline practitioners. As she cleans the mansion headquarters, she becomes fascinated by the idea of being spanked. One evening, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.
Millionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, ensures the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules and give her a hand?
Everything seems like fun and games, until their relationship deepens and their respective worlds collide and clash. Can a lowly cleaner girl ever find acceptance in her boyfriend’s monied world?
All Rod and Cane Society novels are written to be read as standalones.