The Long-Awaited Rod and Cane Society Sequel: Reasonable Doubts by Cara Bristol!!

I have read every single one of Cara Bristol’s Rod and Cane Society books. I was thrilled when she asked if she could post some snippets of it here on my blog. If you have not tried that series, you are seriously missing out on some very good stories. Fortunately for you, it’s not too late! Today is the date Reasonable Doubts goes live. Walk – don’t run – to your nearest keyboard (which, since you’re reading this, should be approximately five inches in front of you) and get your copy today. I guarantee you will not be disappointed. And if you are, I promise I will re-enact old schoolyard battle rules and eat this (gummy) worm.


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Doubtful about spanking…scenes from Reasonable Doubts
By Cara Bristol

“I’m crazy.”

“I like crazy women.”

“Nobody likes crazy women.”

“I like you.”

“Then you’re crazy.”

“See? We’re perfect for each other.”

♥ ♥ ♥

The juncture between her neck and shoulder demanded a kiss, and he brushed his mouth there. “Would you like a glass of wine?” he murmured.

Liz shook her head.

“Tea?” He held his breath.


“Good. I don’t think I have any wine, and I might be out of tea, too.”

She laughed. “What do you have?”

He lifted his head and waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated leer.

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“I knew you’d look this way without your clothes.”

She hesitated. “What way is that?”

“Naked,” he answered.

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Tell me—tell me when you’re close,” he gritted.

“I’m close.”

He dove for a condom in the nightstand drawer and tore open the wrapper as if the room was on fire and he had mere seconds to complete the deed.

Liz giggled. “I’m not that close.”

“I am,” he said.

♥ ♥ ♥

So he didn’t spank. It wasn’t like she would die if she wasn’t paddled. And she liked him a lot.

You could do worse than a sexy, nice man who’s good in bed and who cooks.

♥ ♥ ♥

“Tell me why it won’t work and leave out the bullshit this time.”

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Grant blinked. “You were spanked by your husband?”

“Yes.” Relief that came from truth settled over her.

“Wow.” He exhaled and studied the floor. Then his head shot up, and he sought her gaze. “You want me to spank you.”


Grant got to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets. He paced. “Well, this wasn’t what I expected you to say.”

♥ ♥ ♥

“So, tell me,” Grant said. “Explain this domestic discipline thing.”


His choice of words touched a nerve. “It’s a lifestyle,” she snapped.

♥ ♥ ♥

“If you’re seeking a fun spanking, I can accommodate you. But I can’t hit you to punish you, Liz.”

That was a common hang-up for many men who’d been taught to never raise a hand to a woman. “Not hitting. Spanking. Paddling.”

“Hit you with paddle?” He looked aghast now.

♥ ♥ ♥

Grant raised his hand and brought his palm down on Liz’s ass. Crack! They both flinched. Good grief, was that a handprint? Already? “Are you okay?”

“Yes, that was lovely.”

A snort erupted through Grant’s nose at her civilized comment to what seemed like an uncivilized act. The snort became a guffaw, and then they were both laughing.

♥ ♥ ♥

Every man sought the respect of two people—his father and his woman. No one else mattered.

“I don’t want to bully you into submission,” he said.

“You’re not. You’re anything but a bully.”

♥ ♥ ♥

You can’t tell me you’re not just a little bit of a spanko.

♥ ♥ ♥

Reasonable Doubts Excerpt

“If you’re seeking a fun spanking, I can accommodate you. But I can’t hit you to punish you, Liz.”

That was a common hang-up for many men who’d been taught to never raise a hand to a woman. “Not hitting. Spanking. Paddling.”

“Hit you with a paddle?” He looked aghast now.

She said, spank, and he heard hit. Liz sighed, frustrated for feeling out of her element in a situation that had been her element her entire adult life. She’d never had to broach the subject with a man. How did other women deal with the issue?

Grant curved his arm around her. Thinking he intended to hug her, she curled against his chest, but he continued to exert pressure. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Placing you over my lap.”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”

“It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

But—but—Liz peeked at him, but he wore his courtroom face. Unreadable. Did he desire this—or was he going through the motions to please her? Did she want to be spanked this way? Not coldly, more…dispassionately. Yet heat curled in her tummy. It had been so long since she’d been spanked. The few playful swats he’d given her the other night didn’t count.

Her body decided for her by melting into a submissive puddle over Grant’s lap. He smoothed his hands across her bottom, rubbing her cheeks through her clothes. “You do have a nice ass,” he said.

Her heart migrated to her throat where it drummed a rapid beat, as a familiar excitement zinged through her.

Cool air breezed across her skin when Grant raised her skirt to her waist. Another good sign: he adjusted her clothing without her having to prompt him. With his finger, he traced the line of her panties across her lower back and the tops of her thighs. Belatedly, Liz realized she wasn’t wearing her best underwear. Not her worst, thank goodness, but beige bikinis with an elastic band of lace for adornment qualified as more functional than sexy. But how could she have known she would be spanked today?

Grant smoothed his hands over her buttocks, a patch of rough skin on his palm catching on silk. His gentle touch electrified her, created a muscle-deep ache, a longing she could taste. Liz pressed her face against the sofa cushion and closed her eyes. Please, please. She wanted him to spank her so badly, but she’d made her case, and the decision rested with him. She couldn’t force him into being a spanko. He needed to step up and take control of the situation without any more instigation from her.

He hooked a thumb into the waistband of her panties. “Lift,” he ordered.


Reasonable Doubts Blurb

Widow Liz Davenport assumes when she begins to date, her new man will be like her late husband–a member of the Rod and Cane Society and an experienced disciplinarian who can provide her with loving guidance she requires to feel grounded and secure. So why is she attracted to Grant Davis, an ex-Naval JAG officer who works for her nemesis and has never spanked a woman in his life?

Events in his recent past have forced Grant to take stock of his life and try some new things. But spank a woman? He’s never considered that before, but with Liz’s coaching he’s willing to try.
But when the past collides with the present, will he be able to step up and become the disciplinarian Liz needs?


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17 thoughts on “The Long-Awaited Rod and Cane Society Sequel: Reasonable Doubts by Cara Bristol!!

  1. This Is a fantastic series and I loved reading this story! Hoping for many more stories by this wonderful authors! Congrats on your newest release!

    Susanmplatt AT hotmail DOT com

  2. I have a four flight later today and I can’t wait because I’ve already one-clicked and plan on spending the flight with Liz and Grant (love his name). Congrats on the release, Cara.

  3. Hello Mrs Bristol, the title of your series got my attention, i will have to check out your series once i have finish Mrs Smiths MoTC series. Must admit i can not wait to see how you handle Grant being a non lifestyler dealing with spanking. i wouldn’t want to be given a cold just doing it to please you spanking no matter how long i had been without one, there has to be mutual wanting & desire. Not happy to give out email address publicly on any website but Mrs Smith has mine if there are any cards left please!

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