Author: Cara Thereon

About Cara Thereon

I'm a writer, struggling to find my voice.

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Some of you are new to the site and some of you have been following me since I was on a really old blogging platform over 10 years ago. 

In this incarnation, I am Cara. The erotic writer, the displayer of naughty photos, the peddler of perfectly packaged filth. 

This site is just over 4 years old and I want to continue on as long as I can. Unfortunately, WordPress isn’t kind to the erotic/filthy/naughty side of us and has a nasty habit of closing sites without much warning. I value this space and your feedback too much to lose it all at some other person’s discretion. So, like the with it and reasonably intelligent person I am, I’ve decided to turn to self-hosting. What I need can be found by moving in that direction. 

Freedom (as narrow as that is lately)
Space to express

I’m not asking for much. Let me show my tits without fear of reprisal or censoring, for petes sake. 

What I’m asking is that you follow me to my new place. Same Cara, same sexy content, but a little more safety. 

All the content will be found there so no worries about losing a favorite post. This site will be here, but let’s point to something better. 


Click the sexy little kitty and come follow me. In fact, you may already be following me. By some wizardry you may have gotten two notifications for posts the last few times. 

Only thing that’s changed is my location. I hope to engage you more and make you feel more welcomed. Come along and don’t be late. 

For all you do 

(Apologies for the duplicate posts. There’s a reason and it’ll end soon)

“May I give thanks, Daddy?”

Breakfast piped hot on both their plates. She’d been a good girl and brought him his coffee after he’d finished cooking. It was their quiet time together before he left for work. 

He flipped the edge of the paper down and glanced at her. She had an smile on her face as she stared back. 

“Go ahead, kitten.” 

He flipped his paper back up, grabbing his coffee for a sip. The taste of hazelnut and cream slipped over his tongue, mixing with the words on the page to bring him fully into the day. 

The scrape of the chair drew him back to his girl. Instead of her head bowed over her plate, he caught sight of her bare bottom as it disappeared under the table. 

Before he could question her, little hands were tugging at his trousers. She was quick, removing his soft cock in seconds. 

“Kitten,” he narrowed his eyes on the column he was reading, taking another sip of his coffee. “What are you doing?” 

Her lips wrapped around the head, giving a suck before replying. “Giving thanks, Daddy.” 

She gulped down more of his cock, licking an sucking until he was hard and throbbing. His grip on the paper increased, nearly crumpling it in his palm. 

He came with a soft grunt, holding her head tight against him as his come surged down her throat. The little minx hummed with pleasure as she swallowed each drop. 

After a soft lick, she released him and helped him fasten his trousers. She surfaced and settled in her chair, looking very much like a cat who got her cream. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” she chirped before digging into her breakfast. 


The nurse’s look when she pushed up her sleeves would’ve made Tracy bolt if she could have moved.

“What’s your name?”

Tracy eyed her badge. ‘Tammy’ it said, a cheerful sunflower beside her picture.

“Tracy DeCarlo.”

Her lips felt twice as big and talking sent a pain shooting through her jaw.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Tracy glanced over at Paul; his stare sent her heart into a stuttered rhythm. Her rapid breaths made her side protest.

“I fell,” she mumbled.

Tammy held her gaze, her eyes asking questions. Tracy looked at Paul and then the floor.

“I fell.”



She slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced around the room. That word was naughty. When she looked back down at the checkbook, she groaned into her hand. 

“Oh. No.” She slumped down into the chair as what she’d done truly dawned on her. 

Her responsiblity, the one thing she was good at, was managing the finances for the house. Keeping the checkbook balanced, paying the bills, and managing the saving accounts. She was quick, efficient, and always stayed on top of things… Until today. 

Too late, she realized she’d sent out a bunch of bills and over drafted the main account. Not too serious if they weren’t at the time of year where money hovered on the tight side. He was in between big projects and she was off for her usual holiday from work to regulate herself mentally. 

“Fuck,” she whispered this time, at a loss for what to do. 

She quickly ran through her options, but couldn’t get her thoughts to see beyond the mistake. Panic was starting to rise rapidly and with it sharp disappointment in herself. Just one job and she couldn’t manage it without making a stupid mistake, one task and she… 


Her head popped up. She hadn’t even realized she’d laid it down. The recriminations had sent her spiraling before she could stop. 

“Hi, Daddy.” She couldn’t muster a smile, her heart beating so wildly she worried she’d pass out. 

He’d crossed the room in an instant, one hand going to her nape to steady her. “Focus on me, Kitten. I’m here, focus on me.”

It took a few minutes, but his presence anchored her and her breathing calmed. He massaged her neck and shoulders until she melted into his touch. 

“Now tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was gentle. 

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” She squeaked. 

“That’s five with the cane, Kitten.” 

She swallowed hard, considering lying so she could fix the situation, but she knew he’d find out eventually. She drooped in her seat a little as she considered how to tell him. 

“Daddy…” she looked up at him. There was only caring and concern in his eyes. She took a deep breath and told the truth. “I messed up the checkbook. Bad.” 

When she would’ve hid her face in her hands, her held her still with that staying hand at her nape. 

His expression didn’t change much, expect for a narrowing of his eyes. “Explain.” 

She did so as quickly and concisely, not sparing herself. He said very little after she stopped speaking, his mind seemingly in another place. When he focused on her again, he still had the same caring look firmly in place. 

“You messed up, Kitten.” 

Her whole body seemed to deflate. She’d disappointed him, she’d ruined everything and — 

“But,” he continued with a squeeze at her neck to settle her, “it’s fixable. I keep extra cash for emergencies, you know.” 

She felt horrible for making him use it. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more diligent.” 

“Stop.” Her mouth shut before she could say anything else. “You’re going to be punished, Kitten. Here’s why, and I want you to listen to me closely when I say this: you’ve made a mistake, and punishment comes because of mistakes, but this punishment is just as much a reminder to stop being so hard on yourself.”
She felt tears prick her eyes as she tried to absorb his words into her soul. 

“Everyone makes mistakes, big mistakes. When you mess up all you need to remember is you’re not perfect and that’s okay, but you’re still amazing at what you do. Come to me instead of letting it send you into a black hole.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Ah, but this spanking will help you remember that.” He prompted with a squeeze and she rose from her chair. “Go get the cane, pet.” 

She retrieved the cane and returned to find him seated in her chair. The atmosphere in the room had changed, and she knew she’d not enjoy this even as it cleansed her. With a pat to his lap, she settled across and braced her hands on the floor. Her anxiety seemed to disappear as her body connected with his. 

He worked her shorts down until her bottom was bare and smoothed a hand from her back down to palm her between her thighs. She lifted her hips just a little to open more to his touch. 

“A hard spanking and then 10 with the cane.” He removed his hand to pat her bottom gently. “I want you to tell me throughout what you’re to remember.” 

Before she could reply, he began. 

She moaned softly before speaking. “I’m not perfect and that’s okay.”

“That’s more than okay, pet, because you’re still very good, right?”

Silly tears pricked again and she had to swallow around the lump in her throat. “Yes, sir.”

He spanked her hard in quick succession, barely letting her catch her breath. The normal pain came fast before she could adjust, jolting her forward and squealing. It wasn’t long before she was crying tears, overwhelmed and needing to release the pent of feelings inside of her. 

“It’s okay.” She repeated over and over as her tears fell. 

It wasn’t long before he stopped and began rubbing at her hot bottom. The skin seemed to throb in time to her heart beat. She felt sensitive and antsy under his touch. 

He helped her to stand, guiding her between his knees.  

“Nearly there. Bend over the desk for me, pet.”

Her tears fell anew as she draped herself over the smooth surface of the desk. There was no preamble this time as he barely let her lay flat before the strikes came. He didn’t draw it out, layering the sharp bite of the cane over her abused bottom one after the other. 

She was a mess when he finished, sobbing into the desk, but feeling relaxed and at ease. Sitting was going to be a chore. 

“It is okay, Kitten. Why is it okay?”

She wiped at her face before answering. “Because even though I messed up, I’m still good at what I do.”

“That’s right, Kitten.” His hand was between her thighs again, cupping her cunt that was alive with need. “You deserve a reward for being a good girl.”

He pushed two fingers inside, his path eased by how wet the spanking had made her. Her body made juicy sounds as he fingered her, the sound only making her hotter. 

“God, Daddy,” she moaned as her hips wiggled and thrust back into his hand. 

She was close, but couldn’t seem to crest the hill like she desperately needed. Her sound of frustration made him chuckle behind her. 

“What do you need, Kitten? Speak up.” 

“Your cock, Daddy.” She rose up on tiptoe, seeking him almost unconsciously. “Please give me your cock.” 

He thrust into her and it was perfect. She was pushing back harder, tasting that shimmering edge as it gathered in her belly. The pain in her bottom as his hips smashed into her served to sharpen the pleasure. Her fingernails dug into the desk with the intensity of it. 

“Ooo, Daddy. Please… I’m going to…”

He wrapped her hair in a tight fist, lifting her so she was flush against him. The way his lips brushed her ear nearly took her over. 

“Come for me, Kitten. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

She froze, her mouth a perfect O as she spasmed around him. It was so good, the whole of the moment wanting to steal her sight and her consciousness. 

He spilled inside her moments later, his loss of control only extending her climax until she did fade out a little. When she returned to full awareness, he had her in his lap, his softening cock still firmly embedded in her body. 

“You’re going to take a nap, Kitten. I want you to relax and I’ll sort this out, understand?” 

She was too spent to argue. “Can we snuggle for a little longer, Daddy?” 

He wrapped her up tight in his arms as his answer. 

It’s been sooo long since I’ve participated in Masturbation Monday. It’s May though, the month of Masturbation so of course I’m on board. I’m off to have session now. 

You go enjoy the other offerings

Hello May

Unedited quickie 

“Come here, Kitten.”

The TV clicked off in the middle of her show. She pouted a bit, wanting to whine. 

“Aw, Daddy.” Okay, she whined a little. 


The warning was obvious and she didn’t want the punishment attached to disobeying. Be a good girl, she thought. 

She stopped kicking her feet and rolled to her back to get up. He was sitting in his chair, looking at her wearing his smile that made her knees tremble. She moved to all fours, stretching out her body for him before crawling slowly across the floor to him. 

“Yes, Daddy?” She said when she was seated at his feet. 

He reached out to pet her hair, pulling her closer until she could climb on his lap. When she’d settled in with her back to his chest, he wrapped an arm around her waist. 

“Kitten,” he began with a kiss to her throat. “Do you know what tomorrow is?”

She blinked rapidly, racking her memory for what thing of significance could be happening tomorrow. Nothing was coming to mind and it made her squirm with nervousness in his lap. 

“The first of May?” She squeaked out. 

He reached under her shirt to pinch her nipple. “Indeed, kitten. May first starts Masturbation Month. Do you know what that means for you, pet?”

He pinched her nipple again, scrambling her mind and making her pussy cream. 

“I don’t know?” Her words were a jumbled mess. 

“I means, pet, that you have things to do.” 

“To do?” She was struggling to keep up, especially when his hand slipped beneath her shorts to touch her clit. “What am I doing, Daddy?” 

His lips brushed her ear and she squirmed in his lap under his touch. Oh gosh, she’d come if he kept it up. 

“Exactly this, Kitten. I want you to come for me everyday in May.” He pinched her clit hard and nearly catapulted her over the edge. 

“Daddy, please.” She was a panting, squirmy mess. “Daddy.”

He nuzzled her neck, keeping her right at the edge. 

“I want you to play with your little clit, fuck your little cunt, and come for me. Every. Single. Day.” 

“Daddy,” she begged. “Please.” 

He hummed, seeming to debate as she hovered. For one scary moment she thought he’d leave her unfulfilled. She moaned in desperate need. 

“You may come, Kitten. Come for me.”

His words were barely above a whisper, but she felt them in her core as she exploded. He held her against him, anchoring her as she came undone. 

“Good girl.” 


“Go on.” 

Kate looked over to where the Sara was laid out on the bed. Her red hair was fanned over the white sheets, her freckles dotting her skin in the most alluring way. Sara smiled at her and opened her legs so the lips of her pussy parted. 

“Sir…” Kate said on a stuttered breath. 

David smacked her bottom hard enough that she squeaked. She took a step forward, hungry and horny just looking at Sara spread open. 

“Katie girl, you’ve been wanting this forever.” 

She danced on her tiptoes, moving between longing and uncertainty. Sara placed a hand right on her mound, her finger grazing her clit. Kate’s throat went from dry to overflowing with saliva from the need to just taste

“Oh,” Kate whispered. 

David squeezed her bottom where he’d spanked her. “I know what you need, girl. Let me help you.”

His hand found her back, resting between her shoulders before moving up to grip the nape of her neck. Kate relaxed under the weight of her hand, the uncertainty following away with each exhale. 

She felt his breath on her shoulder as he leaned close. “You need to taste her pussy, don’t you, Katie girl?” 

Her cunt fired at those words. “Yes, sir.” 

“You want to bury your face right where she’s touching, suck her clit, and hear her moan, don’t you?” 

“Yes, sir. Please.” She trembled now, wanting to be there as Sara circled her erect clit. 

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he tightened his hold on her neck just a little. 

“You want her to come by your mouth. You want her scent all over your face, don’t you, Katie girl?” 

Kate’s hips jerked, her cunt throbbing at the thought of Sara coming because of her. 

“Yes, sir. Yes,” she hissed out, her feet moving forward without thoughts. “Please.” 

“Then go. Be a good girl and get what you need.” 

The moment his hand dropped from her neck, she was moving forward. Kate crawled up the bed and lay between Sara’s open thighs. Close; so close she could smell her, see the wetness seeping from her body. 

Just when the uncertainty started to creep in, Sara reached for her, wrapping a hand in her hair. 

“Please, Kate. I want you so bad.” 

Kate moaned and then leaned forward to lick her from top to bottom, tasting Sara. The next moan was longer, needy. 

“How does she taste, Katie?” 

He was close to her, his heat warming her body. She only moaned again, barely registering his presence before she leaned back to lick. Kate nibbled at Sara’s clit, licked and sucked at her lips, plunged her tongue deep inside her to gather all the wetness that spilled out. 

“More,” Sara pulled at Kate’s hair, squirming beneath her. 

Kate felt David behind her, parting her thighs and moving between. She buried her face in Sara’s pussy, sucking harder at her, needing to make her come. 

Sara started to shake under her. The way she rocked her hips harder drove Kate on. 

“Oh, Jesus,” Sara cried out above her. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.”

Her thighs tightened around Kate’s head, trapping her there as she came with a loud cry. The gush of her climax coated Kate’s face, and she drank it down as it flowed. 

“That’s a good girl, Katie.” 

David murmured those words as he nudged her thighs wider and pushed into Kate. She came around his cock the moment he seated himself deep, and she quivered even as she licked up every drop of Sara’s juices. 

Kate laid her head on Sara’s thigh, enjoying the slow thrusts of her sir and the musky sweet smell of Sara on her face.