Welcome to Love Spanks 2013! Would you like to win a Kindle Fire or Nook Color (donated by Blushing Books), a $40 gift certificate to Loose Id (donated by Loose Id and Cara Bristol), a $15 gift certificate to Amazon (donated by Stormy Night Publications), or a book bundle (donated by Stormy Night Publications)?
For updates and the complete list of information, please see the main contest page.
Here is a quick rundown of the rules:
- Visit each blog between Saturday, February 9th and Sunday, February 10th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
- Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.
- If you have visited all the blogs, visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on February 10th!!
- If you successfully completed the Spank or Treat challenge and were notified by Ana, you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
- Visit any of the participating blogs on Valentine’s Day to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?
As an extra treat, all Love Spankers are eligible for free books! (Donated by Lazy Day Publishing)
- Of Yesterday by Alta Hensley
- To Love a Woman by Jade Cary
- Rules of War by Sue Lyndon
- Casting by Liz Borino
- Deep in the Heat of Texas by Amy le Blanc, Melissa Ecker, and Alta Hensley
In addition to the prizes available for the main contest, commenting on my blog (Anastasia Vitsky at Governing Ana) enters you in a random drawing for the following prizes:
- One copy of Desire in Any Language
- One copy of The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus
- A sneak peek at The Way Home (Kat and Natalie book one)
- A custom-written short-short story (500-1000 words). Limits negotiated individually.
All you have to do is read the story and respond to the question in the comments. Best of luck to you!
To readers new to Kat and Natalie, I will just say that they are a DD couple who have stuck with each other through rough times and are finding their way back together again. You may want to peek at the SoT and LoL stories if you are confused.
ANASTASIA VITSKY’S LOVE SPANKS STORY: KAT’S SECRET DESIRE
“Kat? I can’t find the stapler anywhere. Did you borrow it and–”
“Ouch!” My elbow bangs into the table as I jump up and turn around, trying to cover the computer screen with my body. Natalie peers at me.
“What’s wrong? What don’t you want me to see?” She reaches past my hips toward the computer mouse, and I shriek.
“No, Natty! It’s nothing! I…”
Natalie puts a hand on her hip and cocks her head to the side. “You’re reading some words in a PDF file? What’s wrong with that?” She scrolls up and down the page. “The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus? Is it something naughty?”
“No!” I wrest the mouse away from her and shut down the file, but another one pops up instead. A large gray-and-white picture of a schoolgirl reading a book fills the screen.
“Desire in any Language?” Natalie asks. “Kat, I know I’m strict with you, but I don’t care what you read…”
I stammer unintelligibly, pushing against Natalie’s hands to take my computer back, but she sits down and starts reading. She waves a hand at me.
“It must be pretty good if it’s got you this upset, but I didn’t think porn came with pretty covers like these.”
“Natty!” I groan. There is nothing wrong, exactly, with the stories, but I sure don’t want Natalie reading them. Too many questions! Too many…I let my head loll backward and grunt at the ceiling. I should have let Natalie see the screen. The more I try to hide something from her, the more curious she gets.
“Please don’t read it,” I mumble in one last attempt to distract her. “I’ll…”
“Hey!” Natalie exclaims, not having paid attention to a word I have said. “This teacher has a ‘rod of love’? And she spanks her students? What kind of story is this, anyway?”
“Let’s go to the store and get you some of your favorite Oreos,” I say desperately. She shushes me.
“Shh. I’m reading.”
I weigh my options. One, I let Natalie continue reading, and she will find out things that are much better for her not to know. Two, I give her such a powerful distraction that she can’t ignore me. I grimace. The results will be bad either way, but at least for the second one I have an idea what to expect. Will the “distraction” be worth the price I’ll have to pay? I whimper silently before steeling myself. A stitch in time saves nine, right? One spanking to forestall future ones.
“Natalie?” I ask, letting my voice rise with that hesitant, guilty inflection sure to gain her attention. “Um, I kind of have to tell you something…”
“Mira’s going to get spanked by her teacher with this rod of love! I can’t believe this! I didn’t know people wrote about this!”
When I want her to ignore me, she picks up on every word choice, every movement, and every changed tone. The first time I try to use it to my advantage, she is oblivious. If only I could think of something that I’ve done wrong! Of course, my mind is blank. This must be the only time in my life that I have behaved perfectly.
I raise my voice and confess to the first sin that comes to mind.
“I got a speeding ticket yesterday,” I announce loudly. Natalie’s head whips toward me. I cross my fingers.
“What? But you never speed.”
I bite my lip, my mind working frantically. “It was a school zone. So I didn’t see that I was supposed to slow down, and I…”
Natalie frowns. “How much is the ticket? Do you need help paying it?”
I gulp. Too far in to back out now. “No, it’s okay. I took care of it, but I’m really sorry and…”
Natalie purses her lips and stares at me until I lower my head. I have never in my life lied to her to get into trouble, and it doesn’t feel any better than lying to get out of trouble. Neither works.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“Kat? Did you—did you just lie to me?” I can nearly see the question marks sprouting over her head, just like in a cartoon.
“I, uh…I…um, what do you want for dinner? I’ll make your favorite.” I edge toward the kitchen, but she catches me by the wrist.
“Sweetheart, why in the world would you lie about getting a speeding ticket? Do you think I don’t spank you enough?”
“No!” My head reels. I don’t know what I am doing or saying. I scrunch my face up and feel it go slack. “Please don’t kill me,” I whimper.
“Okay, Kat, we have to talk.” She points toward a chair, and I throw myself into it with a sigh. I got my distraction, and with a vengeance. “It’s okay, Natty, just go back to reading about the rod of love…”
Natalie nods in sudden understanding. “Ahhh. Are you ashamed of reading these stories?”
“Just spank me,” I mutter to the ground. “Please?”
I jump. “I don’t want you to read them!”
“Why not, Katty? Are they dirty?”
I shake my head. The stories aren’t bad, but they make me feel squirmy inside. Nervous and excited at the same time, breathless and scared but wanting to find out what happens next. Good thing I didn’t have some of the other stories up, I think The ones with the dirty bits. There were some with a sex scene on nearly every page.
“It’s okay if you want to read a naughty story, honey. You’re an adult. You don’t have to make up a lie about a speeding ticket to…”
“Other girls get spanked, too!” I burst out, and I clap a hand over my mouth. Natalie laughs but stops herself when I leap out of my chair. “You’re making fun of me!”
Natalie shakes her head. “Come on, Kat. I wasn’t laughing at you. Of course other girls get spanked, too. Did you think you were the only one?”
Blushing, I nod. “I thought…you know. We were weird.”
“Speak for yourself!” Natalie laughs. “The only thing that’s weird is being ashamed of getting spanked. But I really didn’t know people wrote these stories. Where did you find them?”
“Online,” I mumble, shamefaced. “There are some blogs. And some people who blog also write books, and I found these writers who…” I cover my mouth again.
“Write about spanking?” Natalie pats my arm. “I’m not trying to embarrass you, I’m trying to understand. There are stories about people like us?”
I rub the back of my hand against my cheeks, first the left and then the right. “Not exactly,” I say. “They’re mostly about guys spanking girls, and it’s a lot of…you know…”
Natalie looks puzzled. “Spanking?”
“No, you know! That. Sex.”
Natalie laughs. “Are you saying I should have sex with you after I spank you?”
“Oh my gosh, Natty, no! You’re so mean!”
“Sweetheart, settle down. I was just trying to make a joke. You can read whatever you want. Please don’t be embarrassed.”
“But I don’t want…” I stop mid-sentence. If I tell her what I don’t want, she will probably do it. It’s Natalie’s way. But now that I don’t want her to pay attention, of course she picks up on the unfinished words.
“What don’t you want, Kat?” At my silence, she says warningly, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten the lies you just told me.”
I gulp. She hadn’t forgotten, but I had. “I don’t want you to get ideas of how to spank me more or harder,” I confess. She thinks for a moment.
“You know what, Kat?”
I don’t bother to answer.
“I think the best way to handle this is for you to learn what happens to girls who lie. What would happen to this Mira if she lied to the teacher who spanks her?”
“She’d get love and hugs and kisses?” I offer. A chuckle escapes from Natalie despite her stern expression.
“She’d get spanked,” I admit reluctantly.
“How?” Natalie stands up. I blush profusely.
“I don’t know, like over a desk or something.”
Natalie positions me over the table with my arms supporting my weight, and she pats my bottom through my jeans. “Like this?”
I swallow hard. “Kind of.”
“Surely not with her jeans on, right?” Natalie unbuttons my jeans, lowers the zipper, and tugs my pants down.
“Yes!” I squeal. “She gets to keep her clothes on.”
“How lucky for Mira,” Natalie murmurs. She hands me my computer. “Read to me.”
“What?” I protest. “Not…”
“Read to me Mira’s first spanking.”
I whimper and scroll down the pages to the first spanking scene.
Silently, hesitantly, I set my purse onto her desk and rise to a standing position. I smooth my ankle-length peach jumper nervously, straightening the simple white cotton T-shirt underneath. I allow her to bend my body, positioning my hands on her desk. She takes out the sleek polished stick of hickory, and even as I close my eyes I can’t help bitterly noting the irony. This is what I wanted, right? And yet not like this. Oh God, not like this. I thought it would be sharp stinging pain but lots of love, comforting and holding and security. Not the heart-piercing knowledge I have disappointed her, disillusioned her. I didn’t think she would be angry. I didn’t know I would be fighting back the tears even before she raised the rod. I didn’t know I would be awash in abject humiliation. Because, when it comes right down to it, I’d rather go back and undo the last month than to see her angry.
She gives me a short lecture, most of which never reaches my brain. Something about how I’d agreed to this last month, that so help her I was not going to throw away my talent and abilities, and even if I’d missed her that was no excuse to give up on my classes. The pain is sharp, rapidly building, but it doesn’t touch the icicle ache in my heart. I lose count as I bite my lip, cursing the pain and myself for causing this situation. I cannot look at her after she finally stops. She says my name softly, over and over.
“It’s over. We’ll start again next week,” she says.
Natalie spanks me, softly, over my panties with her hand. “We have much to learn, Katya,” she says. “How many stories are there left to read?”
Story questions: Was your response to reading your first spanking stories similar to or different from Kat’s? Were you caught? If so, what happened and how did you feel about it?
On her own for the first time, Mira is studying abroad for her translator’s certificate. Unfortunately, the heady excitement of dance clubs, late-night parties, and endless shopping quickly distracts her from her educational goals. Mira’s advisor offers her private tutoring with a womanly touch, but the combined pressures of culture and language difference threaten Mira’s progress at school. She is unable to get her act together until she makes a discovery that horrifies and tantalizes her: in her new country, corporal punishment is a way of life. The secret to her academic success just might also fulfill her wildest, unspoken dreams.
Sexy. Seductive. Dangerous. A compelling and poignant read.
In some countries, turning 21 means gaining the right to vote and drink alcoholic beverages. For Claire Labraun, the Christmas after her 21st birthday would be beyond her wildest imagination.
Minelle and Matthew Labraun believed in a traditional marriage. Matthew was head of their household, and Minelle was his helpmeet. When it came to raising their headstrong 21-year-old daughter, however, they found themselves at a loss. Minelle had always taught Claire to do the right thing for right’s sake. Claire, however, had different ideas. She rebelled against their rules, flaunted authority, and connived to get things she wanted. She had never been spanked in her life; Matthew and Minelle kept that adult privilege strictly between themselves. But this year, a visit from Santa plus Claire’s newly adult status would change her idea of Christmas forever.
Look for more Kat and Natalie stories in The Way Home, to be published by Lazy Day on March 6th and Welcome Home on June 6th.
Korey Mae Johnson
For updates and the complete list of information, please see the main contest page.