Ouch! Some real life backround used in writing Domestic Discipline

Love domination submission

Many years ago a friend and I had gone camping at Yosemite National Park and decided to go horseback riding. We debated whether to book the two-hour ride or the half day one. We finally decided on the shorter one.

Oh. Thank. God.

I was a clueless greenhorn. I’d been on a horse a couple of times before, but I wasn’t a horseback rider. It was a hot summer day, so I showed up for the ride in shorts. Everyone else was wearing jeans or long pants. About 10 minutes into the ride, I realized what a horrible mistake I’d made. The cinch/fenders on the saddle rubbed against my bare legs. Forty-five minutes into the ride, I felt every single jostle the horse made. My skin felt chafed and my butt and legs hurt.

When the ride concluded an agonizing two-hours later, I could hardly move. The next day, I still walked like a bowlegged cowboy. I could not imagine the shape I would have been in if I’d taken the half-day ride.

On a trip to Mexico with my husband, we took a horseback ride through the jungle. We crossed a river, and I remember the water coming up and up and up – nearly to the stirrups. That ride was a more pleasant experience, but I do remember the bugs, the heat and humidity and that rising water!

I used my travel experience as background for many of Janelle’s experiences in Wife on the Lam in Domestic Discipline.  Although I never ran away like she did—one time I did vacation in Hawaii by myself. So I know what it’s like to travel alone to a place populated by couples and honeymooners, which is what happens to Janelle.

Wife on the Lam is set on Isla Island. The place is fictitious, but it’s a composite of many places I’ve visited in the Caribbean. I’ve done pretty much everything my character Janelle has—including the boat ride, snorkeling, horseback riding—and made many of the same mistakes.

Her story is meant to be light and humorous. The other story, Rahm’s Way is darker and delves more into domination and submission.

An excerpt from Wife on the Lam, Domestic Discipline

By noon the heat and humidity had rocketed through the faux thatched roof. Just contemplating wearing jeans or other heavy pants that would cling to her skin and chafe against her sore ass caused her to break out in a sweat. It occurred to her that bouncing on a horse probably was not the best excursion choice in her condition, but she wanted to see the jungle covering the island’s interior and experience the romance of riding on a white sand beach. Of course, it would be far more romantic if Brent rode at her side, but she’d have to settle for a group tour. Besides, at this late date, they wouldn’t refund her money. If the ride happened to be a tad uncomfortable, she would suck it up. She would only be on the horse for four hours.

ForeplayHowever, when the guide catapulted her into the saddle, Janelle couldn’t stifle a squeal as her sun-scorched bottom connected with the hard leather surface. “Are you all right?” the guide asked.

“Fine,” she mumbled through tight lips. “Thank you,” she said, for once wishing the cowboy were closer so she could smack the smirk off his face. He’d gotten on his horse unassisted, but for all his bragging about rodeo riding, his mounting didn’t appear too expert. Nor did the way he controlled the animal. It pranced around, despite his efforts to rein it in.

After everyone got settled, the guide mounted a tall gray gelding. He tapped his horse’s flanks, made a clicking noise, and started off. The other horses fell into place single file. Buttercup trudged second to last; Firebrand brought up the rear.

The horses were walking, not trotting, but every step slammed her ass against the saddle and rubbed the fenders against her inner thighs. Four hours of this? She bit her lip and tightened her knees against Buttercup’s sides to keep from sliding and abrading her legs against the leather.

Ramon led them down a path to the beach where the horses plodded in the surf. She would have thought the sand would have absorbed the impact, but every equine footstep registered with a bump and jolt. The air pressed down, hot, heavy, and oppressive. From the sky and reflection off the water, the sun grilled her in the saddle. Her tank soaked with perspiration and stuck to her skin. So did her skort, and her thong underwear had crept so far up her crack she feared she might never get it out again.

Behind her, Firebrand snorted, and she could hear the jangle of his bridle and muttered curses from the Texan. Was he really a rancher? Or was that a line like, “I’m-an-airline-pilot-brain-surgeon-rock-star-want-to-come-up-to-my-place”? He dressed like a cowboy, but maybe he was a wanna-be. Perhaps he drove a potato chip delivery truck.

He seemed to be having trouble with his horse.

Not that she fared better. While Buttercup was docile and obedient, the pounding against her burning ass and the rubbing against her legs had grown excruciating. And she had at least three more hours. She peeked at her watch.

Please be broken, she prayed. According to the hands, they had left the stable only ten minutes ago. Three hours and fifty minutes remained of the tour. “Oh god,” she whimpered.

Domestic Discipline Blurb:

Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.

Wife on the Lam

Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.

Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.

Rahm’s Way

Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?

Warning: Domestic Discipline contains two short romance novellas with dominant heroes, heroines who won’t follow the rules, humor, explicit sex, anal discipline and anal play, and spanking. 

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6 Responses to Ouch! Some real life backround used in writing Domestic Discipline

  1. I used to ride, a little. I even owned a horse once, back when I had a five-acre pasture and needed something to keep the grass down. The horse (Jezzie) did a lot more eating than carrying me around, though, and I learned that horses that aren’t ridden quickly forget they’re supposed to be well behaved when carrying a six-foot-plus guy on their backs.

    The horse didn’t last long.

    • Cara Bristol says:

      We had two sets of friends both of whom owned horses that they never rode–and I don’t think ever intended to. They treated the horses basically like large dogs. They were pets.

  2. I used to horsehide when I was young and I can still remember the walking like a cowboy thing when I hadn’t ridden for a while lol.

  3. Laurel Lasky says:

    I took riding lessons (English style) when I was a teen. Years later I went for a two hour ride, western style and by the time I dismounted I could hardly walk. I was so sore, I was Charley horses for about 5 days. Now at my age, the only horse I’ll ride is the one on a merry go round, lol.

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