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The Coach’s Discipline is an utterly lovely spanking story which tells the story of runner Claire Jacobs. It is set in a world of competitive off-road running, fitness coaching and Olympic tryouts which on the face of it, is not my cup of tea all. Cups of tea are my cups of tea. Marathon training is something else entirely.
It turns out that my lack of interest in sport really wasn’t an impediment at all to my enjoying this book. Which is a relief because I am so not into sport. Not even slightly. I am always a bit baffled by how much people get into it to be honest.
Not so much the doing of it – I appreciate that there’s endorphins, senses of achievement and self-worth, increased life-expectancy – you know if you’re into
that sort of nonsense. I don’t understand why people want to watch other people do it though. Not something I’ve felt the inclination to do, to be honest.
that sort of nonsense. I don’t understand why people want to watch other people do it though. Not something I’ve felt the inclination to do, to be honest.
The Olympics happened round these parts a couple of years ago and I managed to miss it entirely despite the fact that bits of it were happening a stone’s throw from where I’m sitting now. (Not a literal stone’s throw. Not if I were throwing, anyway. If we’d had stone-throwing teams at school, I would have been picked last.)
It did strike me before I started reading that a fitness trainer was very much the perfect guy for a BDSM-ish spanking book. Doms and personal trainers tick all the same boxes. They demand obedience; they push people as far as they can go while remaining conscious of their limits and they cause pain. Lots and lots of pain.
Based, presumably on my horrific experience with PE teachers, I was expecting Claire’s coach, Nick Fox to be something of a monster. Turns out he’s actually a total sweetie. I mean sure he’s all about barking commands, and enforcing discipline but his absolute devotion to the girls in his running squad and especially towards Claire is so touching that I found myself wanting to reach into my Kindle and give him a big hug.
I really love the author’s writing style, particularly the way she handles the switches between Claire’s and Nick’s points of view. While Nick handles his and Claire’s relationship – both personal and professional – with a calm alpha authority which is a hot as hell, it’s lovely to hear his thought processes behind it including his own doubts and vulnerabilities.
They are such a cute couple. Their banter is just adorable, particularly when Claire teases her man, although she usually has to pay the price for that. You know what I should include in these reviews? Some kind of spankings to things-that-aren’t-spankings ratio. Maybe like those traffic light food labels.
That way you’d know at a glance if it was a straightforward romance with a couple of playful taps or one massive non-stop spankfest with no room for characterisation or plot development.
I don’t know how many spanking scenes there were in the book. There were a pretty good number and the spankings/things-that-aren’t-spankings ratio was absolutely perfect. There was a real heartfelt story here with Claire’s personal journey at the heart of it.
There were some great secondary characters including the other girls form the running squad, Claire’s best friend Jenny and a mysterious guy called Oz who I’m hoping is going to get a book of his own at some point. Meanwhile, Katherine Deane includes lots of opportunities for Nick to bend Claire over something and give her the spanking she needs.
Claire’s not the easiest of girlfriends; she has lot of personal baggage including an emotionally abusive mother and a history of bulimia. Sometimes she needs encouragement, sometimes she needs discipline and sometimes she just needs someone to hold her and remind her to breathe. Nick is absolutely the perfect man to do that.
And while a lot of the sportsing references went sailing over my head, I did appreciate the book’s many references to movies – including quite a few with spanking-related themes. I love films. What I lack in any kind of fitness regime, I more than make up for with my ability to sit in a darkened room watching stuff.
I want to give some kind of award for including a reference to the Castle Anthrax scene in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Nice to know that I probably wasn’t the only person who had a couple of jokey throwaway lines from a comedy film seared permanently into their brain after watching that.
This is Katherine Deane’s first solo book and she has certainly hit the ground running*. I am really, really looking forward to whatever she writes next. It’s not that often that you encounter a book which had you laughing out loud one minute, blinking back the tears the next and then becoming incredibly hot and bothered by the sexy, sexy descriptions of two lovely people getting to know one another in the best possible way** a minute or so after that. Katherine Deane delivers all that and more, here.
She sounds pretty knowledgeable about the sports side of things too which will probably make it even more enjoyable if you’re actually into that sort of thing.
Although, to be honest, I’m not sure I could have enjoyed this book more than I did. It was just about perfect.
* Hahahahahahahaha! Hit the ground running! I didn’t even do that on purpose! I’m like some kind of punning genius!
** For the avoidance of doubt, the best possible way is spanking, obviously. Sex comes second.