Little Haven by Meredith O’Reilly, Adaline Raine, Alex Reynolds, Summer Graystone, and Normandie Alleman

Today I have the new age play boxed set– Little Haven.   These fabulous authors each have a fabulous story in this set, if you haven’t picked up your copy yet, please click on the links below to get  yours!! 


Tucked in among the lakes and snowy
woods of Minnesota, the tiny community of Little Haven is a place where
couples who engage in age play are welcomed. Among its inhabitants are
five women—Kara, Angela, Claire, Bailey, and Tabitha—each of whom has a
man she knows as her loving daddy.

Little Haven features five brand-new titles from five excellent erotic romance authors. This collection includes:

Daddy’s Little Angela, by Alex Reynolds
Even though her own daddy is always more
than ready to spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, Angela
sometimes can’t help feeling superior to the other women in Little
Haven, particularly the ones who act the youngest. But her daddy will
not tolerate her being mean to others, and after she makes fun of
another girl and hurts her feelings badly, he decides that some very
thorough, embarrassing discipline is needed. Angela will be spanked,
bathed, made to wear baby clothes, and treated like a very little girl
until her daddy is sure that she has learned her lesson.

Daddy’s Little Sweetheart, by Meredith O’Reilly
Claire’s life is exactly the way she
wants it to be. During the week she’s an adult with a full-time job, and
on the weekends Jensen is her daddy and she’s his little girl, free to
relax, play with toys, and cuddle in his arms. But when Claire starts
missing meals routinely and coming home from work more stressed than
he’s ever seen her, Jensen knows that something needs to change, and he
decides that Claire needs more than just a weekend as a little. Will
Claire trust her daddy’s judgment, or will she spend the next ten days
with a very sore bottom?

Brody’s Little Brat, by Adaline Raine
When life starts to get out of hand for
Kara, her boyfriend, Brody, decides that it is time for him to take
charge. She needs a firm but compassionate daddy, and he loves her more
than enough to give her exactly what she needs. From now on he will be
ready to spank her soundly when her rebellious behavior warrants it,
build her up when she is down on herself, and even take her to the town
doctor for an exam when she is ill. Kara blossoms under Brody’s tender
care, but can she really trust that her daddy will always be there for

Bailey’s Little Adventure, by Summer Graystone
Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s
naughty little girl, and nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen
and bratting her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly
before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When
she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely
vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when
he pushes her past her comfort zone. But when she makes a mistake in
real life that disappoints her daddy, can she trust that he will be
there for her no matter what?

Daddy Knows Best, by Normandie Alleman
Career woman Tabitha is less than
excited when her boyfriend, Neal, insists that she take a break from her
high-stress job in Chicago and move with him to Little Haven. Despite
her initial disdain for the town, Tabitha eventually begins to find a
place for herself in her new community, and Neal’s increasing dominance
in the bedroom leaves her longing for more. But she’s been keeping an
important secret from him about her job back in the city. When he
discovers the truth, will it tear them apart or will Neal be able to
forgive his little girl?
Publisher’s Note: Little Haven contains
spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such
material offends you, please don’t buy this book. 
ebook Price: $9.95

Length: 5 books, 167,900 words total


Daddy’s Little Angela, by Alex Reynolds
“Now,” he said, “it’s time for your bath.”
Angela sighed deeply as Charlie helped
her into the tub. To her surprise, the water was exactly the right
temperature, and the soothing warmth of it relaxed her muscles. She
couldn’t remember the last time she had taken a bath, and she had
forgotten how nice it could feel.
Charlie grabbed a washcloth, then knelt
down next to Angela, rinsing the cloth in the warm bathwater. He then
reached over and grabbed Angela’s face wash, which was resting on the
edge of the tub. He squirted a little bit of it onto the cloth and
rubbed it until it foamed.
“Time to wash your face, little girl,” he said. “Close your eyes and mouth tight!”
Angela couldn’t believe how every simple
part of her morning routine could be made into something so humiliating
and punishing. She didn’t feel like arguing again, though, so she shut
her eyes and mouth as tightly as she could. It felt strange to have
someone else washing her face, especially when he cleaned behind her
When he had finished, she cupped her hands to splash water on her face, but once again, her daddy stopped her.
“Let daddy do it,” Charlie chided. He
rinsed the washcloth out in the bathwater, then used it to sponge away
all the cleanser from her face. He then repeated the action, to make
sure she was really clean.
Angela had a feeling she knew what was
coming next, and her suspicions were confirmed when Charlie reached for
the body wash and began to do the same thing, working some into a thick
foam on the washcloth. He then started to scrub her, washing her chest,
stomach, and back before instructing her to raise one arm, which he then
scrubbed. He washed her armpit, too, and then told her to switch arms.
He repeated this with the other arm. Then he told her to sit back and
put her legs out of the water so he could wash those.
Once her legs were washed, Charlie
ordered Angela to get up on all fours. The water was not too deep, and
she did this with ease. Charlie then began to wash her between her legs,
which made her blush deeply. It was a strange thing, she thought, how
she could find no embarrassment in being touched there for pleasure, but
his clinical, parental touch made her ears burn. It was even worse when
he began to wash her between her bottom cheeks in the same way.
Daddy’s Little Sweetheart, by Meredith O’Reilly
“Since I’m being such a good girl and
taking off work, does that mean that I won’t have to get my other
punishment?” I asked, hoping that he would say yes.
“Sorry, sweetie. You lied to me for
weeks and you were deliberately hurting yourself by not eating lunch.
You deserve a spanking, and you know it.”
I dropped my head. I hated when he had
to give me punishment spankings. I didn’t feel like his good little girl
then. It made me feel like I was naughty, and it hurt me because I knew
I had disappointed him. Also, the spanks were a lot harder and he felt
colder throughout the spanking.
“Okay… but can we please do it now? I
don’t want to have this hanging over my head as I eat.” That was the
truth. If I knew I had messed up and was going to get punished, I’d
rather just get the punishment over with. Otherwise, I’d hardly eat
because I would be worrying about what was going to happen.
“Alright. Over my lap,” he said, then
helped me reposition myself so the top part of my body was over the bed
and my legs were dangling over his lap.
He pushed the skirt I had been wearing
up over my butt and pulled my panties down, exposing my bare bottom. He
gently rubbed his hand over my behind, sending goosebumps all over my
I took a deep breath and waited for the spanking to start. What probably was only a couple of seconds felt like an eternity.
Then he smacked my bottom hard three
times. At first, the sound of his hand making contact with my flesh was
worse than the sting, but I knew that the pain would heighten. It always
did with a punishment spanking.
He continued spanking me, rotating
between hitting each cheek in different spots and then sometimes hitting
my sit spots. I soon felt my skin heat up and pain spread throughout my
bottom. But it wasn’t a horrible pain yet—more like a dull ache.
“Why am I punishing you, Claire?” he
asked, pausing his assault on my bottom as he rubbed his hand over my
heated, sensitive skin.
“Because,” I sniffled, “I lied to you about eating lunch.”
“Yes. Do good little girls lie to their daddies?”
“No,” I admitted, knowing it was the truth and that caused me to really begin to cry.
Brody’s Little Brat, by Adaline Raine
“Kara? I’m Dr. Roberts. I’m sorry you’re
not feeling well today, but we have to do a few things to see what’s
wrong.” A large hand pulled her to get feet. To add to her
embarrassment, he lifted her onto the exam table, as if she weighed
nothing, and stepped back. He swiftly removed each of her sneakers and
socks, then set them on the floor. “Can you please lie down and roll
over on your tummy?”
“I’d rather not.” Kara watched him shake
down a thermometer, a glass one like she remembered from her childhood,
and his request pointed to an uncomfortable-sounding conclusion. “In
fact, now I’m sure of it.”
“If you can’t turn on your side, then
it’s going to be over my lap. After I take your temperature, I’ll let
your daddy grab the paddle over there on the wall and teach your bottom a
lesson—one which will remind you how important it is to listen,
especially when we both want you to feel better.”
Kara choked back a sob. She couldn’t
understand the words ‘over my lap’ along with the process of taking her
temperature. Only little kids had it done that way!
“I don’t want to—” She wiped furiously at her cheeks.
The doctor took her chin in his hand and
very slowly tilted it up until she could see his eyes. They were a warm
mix of hazel and brown, and they appeared very concerned as they
studied hers. “This is your last chance.”
“Can… can you please help me?” Kara bit
down into her trembling lip, but to her surprise, he immediately nodded.
It hadn’t been completely about her behavior, she realized. He wanted
her to voice what she needed.
Dr. Roberts released his hold and helped
her roll over, and she felt grateful for his help—even though she
didn’t want any part of this exam.
Brody watched as he stood near the window, and she reached her hand out to him. “Will you come over here, please?”
“It’s okay,” Brody quickly responded and
made his way to her side. He laced his fingers in hers and planted a
kiss on her forehead. “Just relax.”
“It’s going to be cold and a little
uncomfortable, but I promise it won’t hurt.” Dr. Roberts’ voice came
from somewhere behind her, and she tried not to think about what he was
about to do. “Lower your panties, please.”
Kara tugged them down over her hips with
one hand, then rested her head on Brody’s arm. “I’m sorry.” She felt an
icy gel tickle across her bottom hole. Then a slim rod, almost as cold,
slipped inside.
Bailey’s Little Adventure, by Summer Graystone
He leaned forward, kissing the end of my
nose. “Even when you mess up. I love you, Bailey. Like I said, I don’t
expect you to be perfect. I just want you to be open to things, to try.
And if you make a mistake…” He shrugged. “Then you make a mistake.”
His hand had slid up my leg, and now he
was slowly pulling the sheet away from me. “And when you make those
mistakes, you get punished, right?” His voice had gone all rough and
sexy, low and almost scary sounding. A scary sound that I loved. A
little thrill ran through me.
“Yes, I do.”
“And I think I missed a few punishments last night. Don’t you?”
My breath came up short. I’d messed up,
broken obedience, talked out of turn, more times than I could count. I
swallowed hard, nodding.
“Then maybe you’re due for a punishment now?”
I blinked, staring at him. “Yes.”
He’d pulled the sheet down my legs, and I was completely exposed. “The usual? A spanking?”
I was getting wet just from the sound of
his voice. I nodded again, and found my voice. “Yes. But…” I panicked,
amazed at myself for even wanting what I was going to ask for.
I held out my wrists. “Tie me up.”
It was Ian’s turn to look surprised, but
only for a second. Then he smiled, reached behind me for the silk ties.
He slowly wrapped them around my wrists, tying the ends in a bow.
“Nice knot work.” I grinned at him.
“You’re my present.”
He took my wrists, pulling me forward. I
rose up on my knees. It was awkward not being able to use my hands, but
Ian was there for support. I thought he’d put me across his lap, but he
pushed me down onto my stomach in the tangled sheets. I struggled for a
moment, trying to raise my head. He grabbed my hips, pulling my ass
into the air, until I rested on my knees and my elbows.
And then he started my punishment. I
lost count of how many times he spanked me. The familiar sound of his
hand on my skin, the sharpness of the first smacks, the heat that sank
into me… it was all there. But then it went past that, into something
else. I could hear Ian’s breathing, hear my own cries in cadence with
his hand hitting my ass, but it all bled together into one rush of
I came, suddenly, hard, my body almost
convulsing on the bed. I knew Ian had stopped spanking me, but somehow I
still felt him. With each wave of ecstasy that washed through me I felt
the touch of his hand on my skin, the sharp sting, the incredible heat,
the deep throbbing.
Finally, I collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, my body still moving to some inner rhythm.
Daddy Knows Best, by Normandie Alleman
Her pulse quickened. “What’s that?”
“A toy I made. Two paint sticks wrapped
together with electrical tape.” He tapped the ruler-shaped implement
against his forearm. “Cheap, easy, and I have a feeling it will do the
“What sort of trick?”
“Getting my girl to behave.”
“Let’s test it out,” he said with a gleam in his eye.
“Okay, daddy,” she said, steeling herself for a spanking.
The stick met her rear end with a quick snap.
“Next time you go to someone’s house, or you aren’t going to be at home…”
The toy slashed against her skin.
“…you need to leave me a note. Or a text.”
“Yes, sir,” she bleated.
Another swat to her ass sent a mixed message of pleasure and pain to her brain.
“How do you like the toy?” he asked as he landed another strike to her butt cheeks.
With an exhale of breath she answered, “It’s fine, daddy.”
“Don’t you think you deserve a spanking for making daddy worry?”
Thwack! Her bottom was beginning to warm now. “Yes, daddy, I’m sure I do.”
“Good girl.” He began swatting her ass
with staccato little beats, as if she were a drum he was playing. The
stick bounced off her bottom, leaving her skin feeling as if it were on
fire. Yet each strike made her groan with desire.
“God, I love that ass. Love when I turn it cherry red.”
Happiness bubbled up inside her. He did
love to spank her so good, and being a source of his gratification was
one of her greatest joys. “Thank you, daddy.”




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