Oooo look, Jojo is on a roll

Hello again everyone, well it’s been three years in the writing, but I’ve finally managed to finish my book. I will be self publishing on Amazon (fingers crossed sometime next week if all goes to plan). Here is what the cover will look like.

And here is the blurb…..

Sasha McKenzie, talented artist, disorganised brat, recovering from a failed love affair meets her match in the form of Lara, an architect spending the summer aboard Sasha’s beloved house boat. With understanding and great perception, Lara brings chaos under control with a steady hand, and from a rocky start love blossoms upon The Lucy Dean.

I’ll post a little snippet later on in the week 😉

Jojo’s decided to write a short story….

You can find my new short story on Amazon under my author name of Caroline Bentley. It’s purely a bit of lighthearted fun and follows on from the exploits of Philippa ‘Pip’ Brown who I wrote about in Twelve Seconds: an Anthology of lesbian spanking romance.

Anyway, here is the link:

A big thank you to Logan who said I could post. 🤗🤗🤗

Skool’s out for summer……or is it?

Hi everyone, I haven’t posted in a while and LT does remind me every so often, and I’ve been a bit remiss. Anyway, I thought I would let you in on a little project that I’m involved with.

Now, I have a twin sister who also has similar tastes. She sees a disciplinarian and over the past couple of years has become very good friends with him. I shall call him G. Anyway, G has a younger sister, maybe a little bit older than sis and I, and this younger sister went to a boarding school back in the 70’s. As far as I can gather, she got up to all sorts of mischief which generally ended up with her being up ended for the cane.

Well G’s little sister wrote her memoirs and guess what? …….

A publishing company are very interested. There’s a snag though……….

They need piccies.

So I’m sure you’ve guessed it…..that’s right, me and my twin are going to be models!!

I’m super excited, because I’ve actually got all the kit, even down to school knicks. Twin sis and I have identical blazers, purchased from John Lewis. They are a dark red with a super badge on them. We had the sleeves taken up as they were a trifle long in the arm. We’re a bit short, coming in at 4ft 10. I’ve got a school shirt, and sister found fabulous school ties on eBay. They are silver with red stripes. We’ve even got straw boaters. I have proper grey school trousers as well ( so lucky that teenagers come up in larger sizes these days lol.)

eBay and I have been great buddies, not only did I buy a fab leather satchel, I also bought a couple of vintage badges to wear on my blazer. So I’ve really gone to town. And then the piece de resistance, I am now the proud owner of a proper wooden lacrosse stick. I feel like a school girl from Enid Blyton’s book Mallory Towers (showing my age here.)

So, sis and I are all kitted up. We’ve even had a little photo session ourselves. So the big day should be this Thursday so fingers crossed that nothing pops up to postpone it. G is going to be dressed formerly with mortar board and gown. And yes, he will be bringing his cane…and yes…we signed up to be actors……method actors that is 😀

A book for you all…

The lovely Stardawn Cabot has just released book three of her The Sangrain Tiger’s Tale series. There is some wonderful info below about it.  Show her some love for another wonder spanky book. 😀 🙂

This third installment of The Sangrain Tiger’s Tale picks up five years after Silver and Keridwen return to Sangria. Life is going well; their family is growing and thriving, their people are prospering, and Silver and Keridwen have never been happier.  There is just one small problem – Keridwen has become almost too complacent and through a series of pranks discovers that she has lost the ability to control her shifts from her adult form to the body of a 10-year old at will.  Worse than that, however, she’s forgotten how to be small as the everyday demands of running a kingdom have gotten in the way of Keridwen being her true self.  To help Keridwen find her way again, Silver declares that a little vacation back to Earth is warranted.  Unfortunately, their vacation is abruptly cut short as Silver and Keridwen’s twin daughters accidentally return to Sangria with only Silver’s mother to protect them.  Not knowing where the twins landed, possibly hundreds of miles from their home, Keridwen follows them while Silver returns to the Capital and tries to find them through more traditional means.

Now with the family split, Keridwen’s little problems grow into an almost unfathomable task as she tries not only to find her daughters and reunite with her wife but is also confronted by her past – a past that she not only wants to forget but is ashamed of.   Will her past haunt her to the point where she is unable to become the General, preventing her from protecting her people and reuniting with her family, or will life as she knows it forever be shattered?

This story is fantasy, includes a sexually-graphic lesbian relationship, spanking, and elements of age play.  If any of these things offend you, please don’t buy this book.

https://www.amazon.com/Guardians-Ground-Rules-Sangrian-Tigers-ebook/dp/B07RJK8PDB/ref=mp_s_a_1_15?keywords=stardawn+cabot&qid=1557527609&s=gateway&sr=8-15

A sneaky peaky:

Silver shook her head as she watched Keridwen play in the water.   The Little General had been at it for almost two hours, finding pure delight in the water and the rolling waves.   They’d played with most of the things Silver had purchased, including the inflatable beach ball, the Frisbee, and finally the boogie board, which Keridwen was currently experimenting with.  They’d seen some older kids run along the water’s edge and ride the board across the wet sand.  Keridwen was trying to mimic them and was having a marginal amount of luck. Silver had finally left to her to play and returned to the towels to rest.   She was exhausted, and she didn’t know where Keridwen found the energy to continue.

The beach had gotten more crowded as the day wore on.  There were many more people both on the sand and in the water, and so Silver didn’t interfere when a small group of children engaged Keridwen.  There were two boys and a girl, all around Keridwen ‘age,’ and one of the boys had a boogie board as well.  They talked for a while, and then one of the boys took a turn on his boogie board, riding more into a wave then along the shore.   He crashed and went into the water, only to pop up a moment later laughing.

The rest of the children and Keridwen joined in in his laughter and seeing that they were having a good time, Silver relaxed.  Keridwen had taken to the water like a duck, as she usually did, and after making sure she was feeling secure, Silver wasn’t really worried about her.  Deciding to let her play for a while, Silver picked a book out of her bag before getting comfortable and enjoying the sun.

Over the last few years, Silver had rediscovered reading.  In Sangria they didn’t have television or even electric lights, so often nights were spent around the fire with a good book.  She’d read a lot of Sangrian literature, but also had her own stash which was available to only to those who had knowledge of Earth.  Stephen, her brother, would often raid her collection and Aderyn and occasionally Jayson or Seth would as well.  As her girls got older, she would make sure they had a library of Earth literature as well.  There were good lessons and good stories from both cultures, and she hoped that it would help round out their education as they grew.  Turning her attention to her book, Silver managed to let herself get lost in its pages while still keeping an ear and the occasional glance out toward Keridwen.

A good half hour or so passed before Silver looked up and saw Keridwen and her new friends heading her way.  “Having fun?” Silver quipped as Keridwen plopped down on the towel next to her.

“Yes, although,” Keridwen paused, looking back to her friends.  “I was invited to go get some ice cream.”

“The shop is just down at the end of this block,” the oldest boy spoke up.  “We go there all the time.”

“They live here,” Keridwen supplied.  “That’s Joey, by the way, his brother, Andrew, and their cousin, Silvia.”

“My name is Silvia too,” Silver smiled.  “But everyone calls me Silver.”

“I told her that,” Keridwen informed Silver.  “We were hoping we could leave their stuff here with you and we could go.  I’ll bring you back something.”

Silver chewed her lip for a moment.  “I don’t like the idea of you being out of my sight.”

“It’s not like we’ll be in the water, and it’s just down the street.  Please?”

“How about I just go with you?”

“Silver,” Keridwen’s voice dropped. “What about the stuff?”

“The stuff is fine, no one will mess with it, and if they do, who cares?”

“Silver…”

“Keridwen, what’s rule number two?” Silver’s voice dropped down into a whisper.

Keridwen’s cheeks reddened, and before Silver knew what was happening, she turned to her new-found friends.  “I changed my mind; I don’t feel like ice cream anymore.  You can still leave your stuff if you want.”

“You sure?” Joey asked.

“Yes, I forgot ice cream sometimes hurts my stomach.  I’ll see you when you get back.”

Silver was quiet for a moment as the boy shrugged and dumped his boogie board down next to Keridwen’s before leaving with the two others.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Neither did you,” Keridwen huffed, pulling her knees up under her chin as she dripped into her towel.  “It was just down the street.”

“I know, but I told you I don’t want you out of my line of sight.”

“I’m going to go back to the water.”

“I think you need to stay up here for a bit.”

“Why? You left me alone a few minutes ago.”

“One, the attitude, and two I think you could use a break.  How about a snack?  I’m hungry, I bet you are too.”

“I want ice cream.”

“Well, it’s too late for that.  I have trail mix or chips, or how about a cupcake?  I have some chocolate…”

“I don’t want any of that,” Keridwen cut Silver off.

“Well at least have some water,” Silver pulled out a bottle and opened it for Keridwen.  “You’ve been in the water too long without drinking.  You’ll get dehydrated.”

Keridwen gave her a hard look before taking the bottle and managing a small slip.  She then wrinkled her nose.  “It’s not cold.  Ice cream would have been cold.”

“You know what?  That’s enough.  You just earned yourself a time out.  Ten minutes, Keridwen.  You can sit there and think about your attitude.  Drink the water, but no talking.”

Keridwen narrowed her eyes.  Planting the bottle down in the sand between them, she turned away from Silver and lay down on her towel.   Silver felt the initial surge of annoyance, but after a moment of studying Keridwen’s posture, she felt it just as quickly leave.

Uncharacteristically, Keridwen hadn’t argued with her.  She’d simply turned away and seeing the pose made Silver frown.  She wondered if maybe she’d gone too far.  Keridwen seemed almost excited when they agreed that Silver was going to be tougher on her, but now with the attitude, she was confused.

Finally giving out a long sigh, she reached out and put at hand on Keridwen’s lower back.  “Am I being a total jack ass?”

Keridwen turned her head back toward Silver.  She wrinkled her brow, but slowly nodded her head.  “Yes.”

Silver chuckled; well at least I know you’re still not able to lie to me.  “If you want to hurry up, you can probably catch up with them.”

“What about rule number two?”

“Promise you’ll go get the ice cream and come right back?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll bring me back something chocolate?”

Keridwen nodded.

Silver grabbed her wallet and handed over a $10.  “Hurry up.  It’s hot, and that ice cream is going to melt fast.”

“Okay,” Keridwen smiled, jumping up and kissing Silver on the cheek.  “I know you are trying to step up.  I appreciate it, even if you need to relax a bit.”

Scare Me Like that Again – Part 4 Final

Thank you to my amazing co writer for pulling this last part together by writing 99% of it. You are the best. 🙂

Part one.

Part two.

Part three.


“Thirty,” Melissa started, giving Sarah a medium pop with her palm.  Sarah grunted, squirmed, and tried to keep focus. “Twenty-nine,” Melissa then said, with another pop.

Sarah whimpered, wiggling her backside and wishing that Melissa would just hurry up.  The next twenty-eight counts were surely going to kill her.  Twenty-seven hit low, making Sarah wince at it connected with her lower cheek, right where it met her thigh, and then it’s twin, twenty-six left a matching palm-print on her other cheek.

The sting lingered and Sarah found herself wiggling.  It was almost distracting enough to pull her from what was going on between her legs, but that was quickly forgotten as Melissa paused and massaged her bottom.  She then let her fingers roam, flowing between Sarah’s legs and touching her opening, just below where Sarah had the vibrating egg pressed. Melissa dipped her fingers between Sarah’s wet lips, rubbing back and forth for a moment, making Sarah instinctively clench, trying to prevent the wave of passion that she felt threatening to explode.  

In the back of her mind, she just wanted to let it go, but Melissa’s warning kept her squirming.  She knew her partner well enough that the punishment for disobedience wouldn’t be worth it, even if this had started as a play session when Melissa got in a toppy mood, there was no mistaking it for anything but serious.

All too soon, Melissa again let go and returned her palm to Sarah’s backside. “What number were we on again?”

Sarah’s eyes went wide.  She had no idea. “Um,” she hesitated and then winced as Melissa tapped her.  

“Yeah, I thought so.  Maybe we should just start over.  I was counting from fifty right?”

“Thirty!” Sarah immediately countered.  “I swear it was thirty.”

Melissa chuckled and tapped her again.  “Thirty then,” she said giving Sarah a half-strength swat.  

“Twenty-nine,” Sarah again immediately added.  

“So it is,” Melissa said, giving her another swat.  She then resumed swatting, slowly, back and forth. She didn’t count aloud, but Sarah was counting in her head and knew that her partner was doing the same.  

By the time she reached eleven, and then ten, Sarah was again writhed.  “Alright, Sarahbell,” Melissa encouraged. “Nine… eight… seven….”

At the sixth swat, Sarah yelled out, “Six.. five… oh god, four… three… oh, Mel… two.. And ONE!” And Sarah could no longer control herself.  She arched her back and let go, feeling wave after wave of pleasure course over her. Her legs started to shake and she found herself collapsing onto the mattress.  Her hand went limp and pulled the egg away. She almost didn’t notice Melissa take it from her and turn it off.

“Oh God,” Sarah moaned into the mattress as Melissa supported her by rubbing her back.  “That was… that was amazing. Maybe I should startle you more often.”

Melissa merely chuckled as she climbed onto the bed in front of her partner and scooted close to pet her hair. “Incorrigible, I tell you, incorrigible.”

Sarah moaned into the mattress once more before pulling herself up to lay her head on Melissa’s lap. The two women sat together in the still silence for some time before Sarah placed a kiss to her lover’s thigh. “Love you,” she mumbled tiredly as her eyes drooped.

“I love you too,” Melissa smiled as Sarah’s eyes stayed closed.

Sarah muttered something else but ended up sighing as Melissa’s hand trailed down to her bottom and started to gently stroke and pat it.  It was very warm, and although it was only part of her that was still throbbing she knew she was going to remember this moment every time she sat down for the next day or two.

“We should think about dinner,” Melissa said as she continued to pat her.

“I’m not hungry,” Sarah mumbled.

Melissa chuckled again.  “You will be as soon as the feeling returns to your legs”

Sarah wrinkled her nose and looked at up Melissa.  “My legs aren’t the thing I’m worried about,” she said, rubbing her own backside.  “Maybe I just don’t want to sit at the table.”

“Is that all,” Melissa smiled.

“No,” Sarah moaned as she rolled over and looked up at Melissa, meeting her eyes.  “I”m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just having fun.”

“Who says I wasn’t having fun too?” Melissa teased.

Sarah’s eyes went wide before she promptly stuck out her tongue.  “Now who is the brat?”

“Still you, dear.”

“Hmpt,” Sarah grumbled. “Alright, I’ll eat, and sit down at a table on one condition.”

“What’s that?” Melissa asked, cocking a curious eyebrow.

“Surprise, you’re taking me out to dinner!”

“How about… Surprise! YOU are cooking me dinner,” Melissa countered.

“Hey, I’m the one with the sore backside.”

“Yeah, and cooking will keep you on your feet a bit longer,” Melissa winked.

Sarah’s lip tucked into a pout before she suddenly smiled after getting an idea.  “How about I’ll stand to order a pizza, then we can cuddle on the sofa while we wait?”

“Hmmm…” Melissa considered.  “I suppose that would be acceptable.”

Sarah agreed with a nod before slipping away from her partner and standing.  Again, her hands went to her backside, giving herself a sympathy rub. “I don’t suppose surprising you with pineapple will work tonight?”

“I think we’ve had enough surprises, and what did I say last time you ordered pineapple on my pizza?”

Sarah wrinkled her nose.  “You wouldn’t really spank me again tonight, would you?”

Melissa gave Sarah a small growl. “You wanna bet?”

“Actually, this may surprise you, but no.”

“What did I say about surprises?”

“So… then that’s a yes on the pineapple?”

“Sarah Anabelle…” Melissa warned, but Sarah had already turned and fled into the kitchen.  With a little luck, she’d be able to grab her phone and hide in the bathroom before Melissa could intervene. Truth be told she wasn’t the biggest fan of pineapple either, but then it always surprised her how much Melissa hated it, especially on pizza. Some surprises were so worth it, even if it meant another day or two before she could actually sit comfortably again.

Scare Me Like That Again – Part Two

Part One can be found here.


“Both of Melissa’s eyebrows shot up. “You little brat!” Melissa grabbed Sarah by the arm, and she was no longer given any say as she suddenly found herself staring at the carpet. Her panties were down within a heartbeat before she felt Melissa’s palm kiss her backside for the first time. One swat quickly became two, and mere seconds later, Sarah was dancing frantically all over Melissa’s lap.

“Scare me, will you,” Melissa scolded between sharp swats. “How’s this for a surprise?” she continued unrelentless. Several long moments passed, but it was all a blur to Sarah as Melissa turned her cheeks from a pale pink to a bright, stinging raspberry. It was only once Sarah’s squeals of protests echoed through the house did Melissa stop the swatting and gently rubbed her warm cheeks.

“Oh… Mel…” Sarah moaned. She pushed her bottom higher, exposing her damp lips and inviting Melissa in. Her bottom was on fire, but the gentle stroking was causing other parts of her body to awaken as well.

Sarah was more than relieved when Melissa took the hint and allowed her hand to travel between Sarah’s spread thighs as she lightly began to tease with her fingertips. Melissa lingered there a moment, just long enough to make Sarah squirm before Melissa moved her hand back to her bottom cheeks and began swatting her once more. The swats were slower now, but more deliberate. Between her growing need in her loins and the building heat in her backside, Sarah was having difficulties focusing on anything. She felt helpless as she moaned and squirmed across Melissa’s lap.

“If you scare me again like that I’m going to make sure your spanking is a lot less pleasurable, young lady,” Melissa’s words made her jump. The tone had been in quiet warning with just enough edge to make Sarah’s stomach flop as she whimpered in response.

Between the sting and the massage, the tenderness of her lover’s palm was almost hypnotic. Sarah found herself drifting, and then suddenly stiffened as she felt Melissa’s hand travel back between her legs. Her bottom was throbbing, and her lower lips were tingling, but Melissa’s change in direction gave her hope.

Melissa found her hard clit and brushed over it lightly with two fingers. Her touch was just light enough to feel but much too gentle to bring any relief, and Sarah’s entire body trembled with the desire to push back for more contact.

To soon, however, Melissa’s hand left her lower lips and returned to her bottom to deliver several more slow and deliberate spanks. Each swat stung but also increased the wetness between Sarah’s legs tenfold. By a dozen stingy-spanks, her nipples her hard and painfully aching to be touched and played with. It was all she could do to just moan hoping that Melissa’s hand would soon return.

It seemed an eternity of withering and wiggling, but thankfully Melissa took mercy on her and again shifted. Both cheeks now burning, Melissa’s hand once again found her most sensitive spot, but this time Melissa’s destination wasn’t her clit, but instead, her folds. Melissa’s fingers tickled her entrance and gently massaged her pulsing lips. Sarah spread her legs further hoping to encourage Melissa’s playing. It did as Melissa’s damp fingers returned to Sarah’s clit and rubbed the hardened nerves with just enough pressure.

Sarah whimpered and held onto her lover’s ankles tightly as she finally pushed back, forcing more contact with Melissa’s hand. “Please, Mel… oh… need you.”

“You need me to what, Sarahbell?” Melissa teased.

Sarah bit her tongue, knowing that her answer could either encourage her lover to continue or even earn her more swats. Still, she was desperate, and so she answered honestly but almost in a whisper, “Fuck me.”

“What was that?” Melissa asked, suddenly pausing and making Sarah groan in frustration.

“I said to fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard, Melissa Winters!”

“Oh really,” Melissa said with a chuckle. “Such language, little brat. Still, it’s a hell of a suggestion,” she taunted, letting her fingers ever so slightly brush across Sarah’s clit, before pressing it with her thumb. “Such a naughty girl,” Melissa said, pressing and rubbing once more.

With her thumb busy, she also allowed her middle finger to slip into Sarah’s entrance, moving in and out with the rhythm of her thumb. One finger became two, and Sarah found herself sliding forward yet, somehow still rising to meet Melissa’s hand. Her need was growing, the tension pressing those butterflies in her lower stomach to flutter at an alarming rate.

“Yes… yes… YES!” Sarah yelled as she felt the rush of release and then a wave of pleasure wash over her. Sarah trembled for several moments as Melissa’s hand continued to pull every ounce of pleasure out of her she could. Finally, she whimpered and squirmed forward and away from Melissa and her administrations. She could feel her lover’s hand slowly dance back to her throbbing bottom and pat each stinging cheek slowly just enough to keep the sting alive.

“You ever going to scare me again like that, little brat?” Melissa asked, her tone scolding as she alternated some of the pats for gentle rubs.

The softness allowed Sarah to steady her rapid breathing, but she couldn’t help a small smirk as she panted out, “May… maybe… if it leads to that!”

Melissa placed a sharper, resounding swat on the across the center of both cheeks, before beginning to pat once more. “I can see you’ve not had enough attention, young lady! I’m going to make sure you don’t sit comfortable tomorrow!”

The 50th Amendment……The right to bare ass..

KNICKERS!
That’s right, they have many names depending on where you come from, panties, undies, briefs, pants, butt they all have one thing in common (please excuse the pun, there may be a few more lol) and that is they cover the derriere.

And there are so many types out there for a girl to choose from, we’ve got full brief, midi, high leg, brazilian, tanga, bikini, G-string, shorts to name but a few. So that got me thinking? Does your age affect your choice of underwear?

In a few weeks’ time, I hit a big mile stone, I’m going to be 50 and yes, I’ve had my fair share over the years of wearing different types of undergarments, you could call it a Brief Encounter (did warn you about the puns) but now that I’m hitting 50, should I hang up the pretties, and go more utility?
For after all, this girl here has some stretch marks, and a bit of a tummy, I often think my bottom looks big. So, should I go more demure and just cover up? Can I wear what I wore back in my 20’s, or can I show a bit of cheek and dare to bare? Is it time for full granny bloomers and be done with?

Anyway, after careful consideration and a perusal of my underwear drawer, I’ve come to the conclusion that age DOES affect what you wear beneath your clothing. I’ve discovered the older I’ve got, the naughtier I’ve become. My bottom is the proud wearer of a plethora of panties. No way am I ready for long drawers. I have a knicker for different occasions, I shall keep it brief, but this is what I have:

High leg, shorts, brazilian, full coverage, school knickers, gym knickers, bikini, thong.

So, I may be rocking on 50, but no way am I ready to hide the rear and today is Thursday aka Thong Thursday…. yup and you’ve guessed it…….

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Confessions of Gemini – SALE

Hey spanky folks!

My dear writing buddy and I decided to put our little book on sale tomorrow  2/20 – 2/27! So, if you haven’t checked it will be the perfect time for you all to give it a try! And if you haven’t yet you can check out some sneak peeks here and here.

Melissa and Bethany (Beth) Winters are identical twins, but that’s where their similarities end — or so they think. Beth is a lonely work-a-holic while Melissa is happily committed to her partner, Sarah. When Beth stumbles upon Melissa’s secret, however, she is shocked, confused, and more than a little curious. Not able to let the secret go, Beth confides in her twin, but her confession opens up a whole new world to both of them which forces Beth to make a choice. Will she run from the only family she has or will both sisters find a way for their lives to change for good?

Spanking Books Everywhere!!

Spanking fans gather around! We have so much spanking fiction to read of late it makes me so happy that folks are writing and expanding in this market! One day hopefully we will be equally represented in the spanking community! Anyway below are several books and authors for a spanky roundup of fiction. Know that all authors love when you leave em a review or comment! (If you need help reviewing without your name being public just ask we can help with that!)


First up:

Many of you know the lovely Alyx Fic/Rancher through her blog Alyxfic or her professional site AlyxRancher where many a spanky folk have gathered over the years to enjoy Alyx’s deliciously squirmy fiction for years now. Season’s Heatings is a collection of Alyx’s holiday spanking stories from years prior (and I hear there may be a new one too!). So, if you are still in a holiday mood or just a spanky one give this collection of stories a try! (Also, isn’t that cover awesome!)


Second up:

My good bud Claire Britain published her sequel Riley’s Reckoning back in late November where we get the great pleasure of continuing to follow Riley’s and Joanna’s story. Well, lucky for you all I happen to have a little bit that Ms. Britain is willing to share! If you enjoy be sure to check out this book and her first one Reigning in Riley! Also, go follow Wayward Angles to keep up with what she is getting up to! (Which is usually trouble!)

Bit from Riley’s Reckoning:

“Riley, in the bedroom closet, behind the door on the rack, there’s a black leather belt. I need you to go and get it for me,” Joanna directed somberly.

Riley saw Kate turn around after hearing Joanna’s words and a single tear rolled down her cheek as she stood compliantly to retrieve the belt.

“Riley,” Joanna said in a softer voice, making Riley stop and look at her. Joanna reached out and grasped the smaller woman’s shoulders before bending down and depositing a small kiss to the top of her head.

Riley’s lip began to tremble, so she turned and headed toward the bedroom. It didn’t take her long to find the belt Joanna had told her to retrieve. She took it off the hook and held it in both hands, running the supple leather that was about an inch and a half wide through her fingers. She wasn’t afraid; if anything, she was more than ready to accept whatever Joanna had in store for her, as she stared at the leather strap in her hands.

“Bring it here, Riley,” she heard Joanna demand, bringing her out of her trance.

Riley looked out from behind the closet door and saw her girlfriend sitting on the bed. She didn’t hesitate as she headed over to the bed to face Joanna. Joanna held out her hand and Riley threw the belt into her hands with a huff.

“Riley, do you know why…”

“Yes, I do, can we just get this over with?” Riley asked, not making eye contact with her lover as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her running pants and began to peel them down.

“Stop! You seem to forget who’s in control here, young lady.”

“Whatever, just do it already,” Riley replied, her running pants now at her knees as she began the same process with her panties. Before Riley could dispense with her underwear, Joanna reached up and grasped Riley by the ear and steered the younger woman down over her thighs. Riley felt her panties being pulled up tight, exposing her nether cheeks then Joanna began a flurry of crisp, fast spanks as her girlfriend lectured her.

“You, young lady, will do as you are told, otherwise we are going to be here a very long time. Do you understand me?”


Third up:

Finally, I get to my brilliant co-author and dear friend Ms. Stardawn Cabot (I just call her Ms. Cabot it aggravates her ;P ) She has been diligently working on republishing The Sangria Tiger Tales! Book one was available a few weeks ago and book two will be available Monday but is on preorder now. 🙂 The Sangrian Tiger Tales is a fantasy world about Queens, love, forgiveness and fighting for your family and country. Lucky for me and you all Ms. Cabot has sent me a small bit to share with you all! Also here is the link to her newish blog!

Bit from book one:

“What’s gotten into you?” Silver asked noticing that Keridwen was sitting and staring at her.  She’d been very quiet throughout the afternoon, but now that they’d camped for the night, she was expecting Keridwen to relax and settle in. “You feeling alright?”

“What?”

“Keridwen, I asked if you were feeling alright.  You’re too quiet, honey.  Are you sleepy?”

Keridwen shrugged.  “Not really.  I’ve just been thinking.”

“Oh? About what?”

“You,” Keridwen admitted with a small blush.  “I’m just sitting here and watching the sunlight play off your hair.”

“Keridwen, we talked about this,” Silver scolded.

“I’m not doing anything, Silver.  I can’t help the way I feel.  You’re beautiful; especially your hair.”

Silver rolled her eyes.  “It’s just dirty blonde, flat, and usually unruly.”

“My people would never refer to it as dirty.”

“Well, that’s what my people call it.”

Keridwen shook her head.  “I would never call it such.  It is too beautiful to be referred to as dirty.”

“I’m curious then, what would you call it?”

“Your hair?  Hmmm, I told you hair is important to us.  It’s is never merely brown, or blonde,” Keridwen looked at Silver for a long moment, examining her before she replied.  “Early morning sunrise, golden, but still mixed with darkness.”

“You told me your sister was the poet, but I think you’re selling yourself short,” Silver teased.

“What that a short joke?” Keridwen asked before sticking her tongue out.

“Brat.  Come here.”

Keridwen smirked but wandered around to Silver’s side of the fire. Sitting down next to her, she let Silver pull her into a side hug.  “I hate being short.”

“I don’t mind it,” Silver admitted, “Although you’re a lot of fun when you’re taller,” she teased with a little tickle.  They grew quiet a moment as Silver looked up at the sky.  “Your sky is so different here.”

“Do you miss your stars?” Keridwen asked.

“A little.  I guess I never paid much attention to them, but it feels odd.  This world, it’s very different, but it’s the same enough that it reminds me of Earth.  The sky is the one thing that reminds me that I’m not there anymore.”


Last but not least:

 

Just thought I would take a moment to mention my own baby again (sorry for some of you that are probably sick of it by now!) Melissa and Bethany (Beth) Winters are identical twins, but that’s where their similarities end — or so they think. Beth is a lonely work-a-holic while Melissa is happily committed to her partner, Sarah. When Beth stumbles upon Melissa’s secret, however, she is shocked, confused, and more than a little curious. Not able to let the secret go, Beth confides in her twin, but her confession opens up a whole new world to both of them which forces Beth to make a choice. Will she run from the only family she has or will both sisters find a way for their lives to change for good?

We have several sneak peeks here and here! Please take a look if you so please!


Anyway, I hope you discover something to keep you warm as this winter keeps going and going! I know it’s colder here this year than it’s been in a long time and I always need something to keep me company as I curl up under a fuzzy blanket. 😉

 

Finally, I wanted to take a moment to make a short but completely unrelated announcement. I have decided to remove all my poetry from this blog and keep it just to spanking stories and topics about spanking. I thought I would mention that in case anyone wanted to read any of it before it was all gone.

Have a lovely rest of your weekend folks and keep it spanky – LT

Another Snippet From Confessions Of Gemini

Below Stardawn and I decided to share another one of our favorite little snippets from Confessions of Gemini. 🙂 It’s available for sale on Amazon and for free on KU! (The link is down below!)  Any reviews would be greatly appreciated. Keep it spanky – LT


“What’s that?” Melissa asked.

“Ah, nothing. Just a little piece of trash.”

“Then why are you trying to hide it? Hand it over,” Melissa directed.

In another moment of panic, Sarah snatched the paper off the floor. She put it behind her back, protecting her ill-fated secret for a bit longer. “No, really it’s nothing. I’m just going to throw it away.”

Melissa stepped towards her, locking eyes with her and making Sarah very nervous. “I told you to do something, young lady, and I expect you to do it! Give me the paper. Now.”

Sarah shook her head and backed further away from the intimidating Melissa. She wanted to run, but hitting the counter, she quickly realized she had nowhere else to go.

“Now, Sarah Annabelle.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. There was no way she’d be able to get by Melissa without her lover catching her, and with the realization that there was no escape, the panic increased tenfold.  Her heart was beating faster and faster now.  Handing the paper over would be like confessing.   That was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Give that to me,” Melissa growled as she reached around Sarah for the paper in her hands.

Out of options, Sarah spun, tossed the paper into the garbage disposal, and flipped the switch causing it to roar to life and eat the paper.

Melissa’s mouth was agape as she looked from the sink and back at Sarah. Not blinking, she reached for the utensil holder sitting on the counter and pulled out a wooden spoon. She then took Sarah by the ear and led her to the end of the counter before pushing her over it.

“No, no, no, no,” Sarah begged as the spoon landed with a loud pop. “Please, I’m sorry, Melissa. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Really?” Melissa grunted as Sarah squirmed through a good dozen rapid-fire swats. “I can only imagine what you were thinking, or what was on that paper,” Melissa scolded, pulling Sarah back up only long enough to undo the button and zipper to her pants. She quickly yanked them down before pressing Sarah back against the counter.

“You’re going to tell me what was on that paper,” Melissa demanded, giving Sarah a pop on both her panty covered cheeks.

Sarah wiggled wildly across the top of the counter. The heat was quickly building in her backside and the spoon was far from her favorite implement. “Please Melissa, ma’am, you’ll be mad if I tell you,” she implored.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, however, because Melissa didn’t relent. Instead, she continued her hold on Sarah’s lower back, placing two firm pops lower, on her tender sit spots. “Be that as it may, little brat, I want to know what was on that paper. And the longer it takes you to tell me, the longer your strapping is going to be later!”

Gemini Cover