Sunday, July 15, 2012

Monday, July 9, 2012

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Monday Night Nursery Rhyme



 There was a young woman who lived like a shrew,

She had so many obligations that she didn't know what to do.

So MDK gave her some advil to mind her poor head,

Then spanked her very soundly and carried her to bed.


(allergies/migraine/stress kicking my butt)

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Saturday, July 7, 2012

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One Lovely Blog :And the Nominee's Are...

The One Lovely Blog Rules of Acceptance

Renee Rose: Closet Girl

- Thank the person/people who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
- Share seven possibly unknown things about yourself.
- Nominate fifteen or so bloggers you admire.
- Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know and link back to them.

Thank you Renee! You are an amazing writer who opened my eyes to spanking fiction. I really had NO idea that this existed. I mean I’ve thought about it for years but honest to post it…out there? LOL You are also extremely supportive and I am thrilled beyond belief to have met you! (Virtually of course in blog land)

Seven things about me that you didn’t know!

1.    I am currently involved in writing two novels…possibly three…four. Crap. I forgot that one of my novellas is technically boiling over into novel territory. I wasn’t made a writer, I was born one.
2.    I currently am trying to find more freelance jobs. It’s difficult because people want to pay you a few cents to write 500 word articles.  At least for the moment I’m living to write and not writing to live…
3.    I have two kids. They are of the opposite sex. They are polar opposites and identical twins at the same time. They are two years apart in age. They are going to gang up on me as soon as they become teenagers. I predict this and yet I still adore them. I could literally talk about them for the rest of the numbers….they are dramatic and crazy like me! (And stubborn like MDK but don’t tell him that)
4.    I work full time outside of the house and as thankful as I am to have a job I would give just about anything to stay at home and work.
5.    I hate driving so much that I sometimes get anxiety attacks if I have to change my route. I would rather drive back and forth the same one mile radius for hours rather than drive anywhere at night ever. (Though this is only within the past few years)
6.    I am afraid of the dark and I hate scary movies but vampires and witches are a-ok.
7.    I really need to exercise and be more physically active. My said job is at a desk and I refuse, REFUSE to get ‘the spread’. Though maybe it can be paddled back into shape! (joking, joking)

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Friday, July 6, 2012

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Chapter 2 & 3: Anne's Story

Okay so here are the next two chapters. This is still very 'raw' meaning not so polished and I still have a ways to go. At the moment the spanking does not occur until much later on though the threat is there. I have set aside some time this weekend to really work on it and I see it being available in its entirety by September. <3 Thank you for the feedback so far!

*Warning - The post below contains a vivid memory of a sexual attack. It is not grossly documented but if this sort of scene offends you please do not continue. It is a recall though and not focused on for long. I do not feel I should warn you that it contains the idea of spanking because isn't that why you are here in the first place? *

Chapter 2

Anne awoke to the man sitting in the chair next to her. He appeared to not have moved since the previous night. Anne glanced towards the door. “I must attend to myself.”

The man nodded. “Must I remind you to keep quiet?”

Anne shook her head. The very vivid image of Evan stroking his beard was enough. “No, sir, I will do as you say.”

“Do what you must and return here.” He gestured towards the door.

“Thank you.” Anne stood and made her way to the back of the hall. She relieved herself and rinsed her face with cool water from the basin. As she straightened she felt something press against her spine. She gasped and searched for something to protect herself with.

“Though you have no price you must not be so good for your overprotective guide to leave his sight.”

Anne took a deep breath.

“If you scream, pretty, I will carve out your kidneys.”

She closed her mouth and swallowed. “What do you intend to do with me, sir?”

“Do not over think my intentions. I simply want those lovely thighs wrapped around my body.”

Anne gagged. “I would rather eat raw liver.”

She was turned around slowly and could now clearly see that damned black beard being handled in front of her.

Evan smiled. “You will do exactly as I say. We are going to walk down the hall and through the main room. If you open your mouth or gesture to anyone I will not think twice about slicing you to pieces.”

Anne looked down. “What have you done with the man I was with?”

Evan grabbed her chin and titled it up to meet his greedy eyes. “He has been disposed of.”

Anne shuddered. She did not want to cooperate with this piece of filth but at least she may be able to escape if someone in the main room could see her predicament. “I will do what you say, sir.”

Evan grinned as he looked over her dress. “Walk my pretty.”

Anne walked down the hall and into the main room. No one would catch her eye. No one glanced her way. Anne was fuming inside. How dare they pay her no mind! She grew more and more desperate with each step towards the door.

Evan opened the main door and gestured for Anne to walk through.

Anne paused only a moment before following his command. She felt his arm wrap around her waist and she gagged again. “Your touch disgusts me.”

“Your thighs have no tongue. Perhaps I will wrap my cloak around your mouth to keep it that way.”

Anne swayed and was pinched hard on the arm. “I will find a way to get away from you.”

“You and I have business sir, and now it is not to your liking.” The tall man was standing in front of them.

Anne blinked but kept her mouth shut.

Evan sneered. “Why is this woman so important to you, sir?”

“That is of no concern of yours. Let her go or we will quarrel.” The man was staring above Anne’s head.

Evan moved the dagger from the small of Anne's back to point it at the man. “Your death will be on her.”

The man pulled his sword and twisted his wrist so smoothly that Evan seemed to admire it before he was out cold on the ground.  He slid the sword back to his waist.

“I have never seen a man quarrel without killing his opponent.” Anne was in awe as he reached for her arm.

“Do not mistake did not for could not.” The man led her around the inn.

“He said dirty, nasty things to me.” Anne bit her lower lip as she walked unsteadily towards the horse.

The man picked her up and placed her on his horse before mounting. “Did you enjoy those things?”

Anne spit on the ground. “No!”

“Then do not think of them again.” The man sounded tired.

Anne huffed. “He touched me.”

The man urged the steed on and they were off to the next village. “Did you enjoy his touch?”

Anne scoffed. “I do not enjoy being touched by a man.”

“Do you enjoy the touch of a woman then?” Though the man was behind her she would have bet he was smiling.

Anne stifled. “That is such an awful thing to say!”

“You must enjoy your own touch, then?” He still sounded as if she amused him.

“What things are you thinking of, sir?” Anne let out a deep sigh.

“If you do not enjoy anyone touching you then perhaps you should look inside yourself.”

“You have no knowledge of the things that I have seen in my life, sir.”

The man snorted. “You are but a child. You have no knowledge of the things that I have seen.”

Anne craned her neck to look up at him and was deeply surprised to see his dark green eyes looking down at her. “Perhaps you would ask what I have seen, sir.”

“What things then?”

Anne looked back at the trail. “It is a rather long story, sir, and I doubt that I can tell it with nothing to warm me.”

“Then perhaps I shall hear it another time.”

“What purpose do you intend to use me for?”

“You will find out.”

Anne turned her head. “That answer does not satisfy me!”

“I do not intend to do so.”

Anne narrowed her eyes. “Then what use of me?”

“Perhaps I intend to carry you off into the woods and slaughter you like a deer.”

Anne faced front again. “If that were so you would have done so by now.”

“Do not mistake my courtesy for affection.”

“Since you have shown me none I do not.”

“I can see why you have no husband.”

Anne balked. “You have made no attempt to distinguish me from any other woman how dare you say that of me!”

“Then distinguish yourself.”

Anne shook her head. “You are a piece of filth.”

“You have made no attempt to distinguish me from any other man so I must say that your view is titled.”

“I have no comment to that, sir.” Anne was growing weary of this. She was not used to talking to anyone especially not a man.

“For that I am grateful.” He pulled up on the reigns.

Anne spun her body around to face him. “I have done nothing to you and do not know you, sir. Tell me now, what use am I?!”

The man slowed then stopped the horse. “Have you lost your mind? Turn around and do not address me until I tell you to.”

Anne raised an eyebrow. “I do not take orders from you.”

The man narrowed his eyes at her. “What could you have done that your father never disciplined you?”

Anne was confused. Her father had not spoken to her in years. She looked up at him. “I do not understand, sir.”

“You were not taught to listen to a man and I want to know why.” He kept his eyes on hers. “Has no one told you what happens to women who sass?”

“I do not sass. I do not have ties to you, sir, and so I will not take orders.” Anne shrugged.

“You will turn around and you will do what I tell you to or your cheeks are going to be as red as my bag.”

Anne held a hand up to her face and scrunched her nose. She could not tell if he was bluffing or not.

“I am not speaking of those cheeks.”

Anne's eyes went wide and she immediately turned around. “You are saying that to scare me.”

“Try me.” The man adjusted the reigns again.

“I will not.” Anne ran her hand down over the horse's mane and tried to stop the thoughts that were barreling through her head. The thought of him doing such a barbaric thing to her made her nervous and something else. It was something that felt like excitement.

*Warning - The post below contains a vivid memory of a sexual attack. It is not grossly documented but if this sort of scene offends you please do not continue. It is a recall though and not focused on for long. Do not click below if the nature offends you*

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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

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Chapter One: A Story in Progress

I began writing the story below about two years ago. The main character, Sir William (though he is referred to as 'the man' in the beginning) threatens the female lead, Anne, with spankings. I never worked further on it because until I read Renee's blog I didn't realize that other people were into spanking fiction even if it was mentioned a few times and not the focus. So, read and let me know what you think. I have over 12k written so far but I'll complete it faster if there is an interest. I've never shared my writing online other than ghost written articles and poetry so all feedback is asked for! (I'm hormonal today though so I may not read your replies until the eagle lands)

Warning: This story contains adult themes and may not be suitable for all audiences.

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