Six Sentence Sunday: It’s still me (Mira’s first spanking)

I’m going to ignore this silliness about it being the last Six Sunday. Whatever. It’s not happening. For those of us who write spanking fiction, there will be a new Saturday Spanking to continue the fun. If you don’t write spanking fiction, now’s a good time to start. And/or I will be posting snippets on Sundays, so it’s not the end.

Stop sniffling. It’s not over. Now stop getting sentimental or I’ll spank you all.

This snippet (so it’s more than six sentences…it’s the last Sunday and I can break the rules if I want) shows Mira’s first “spanking”. Last week’s snippet showed her begging not to be spanked, but her tutor insisted that it was better to get the first time over with so she wouldn’t obsess. Mira got her way and then obsessed for the full week. At her next lesson, some friendly teasing turns into something more serious.

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“It’s still me,” she says softly.  “This doesn’t change how I feel about you.  Or our work together.”

“Th-thank you,” I stammer incoherently.  In answer, the pen flicks against my palms a second time.

“Don’t be afraid,” she tells me.  “You have no reason to fear.  I’m on your side.”

For the briefest moment, I wonder if being struck —but it seems too harsh a word—is too small a price to pay for receiving her seemingly limitless love. I’m almost ready to ask her to give it to me.  Almost.

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Mira thought she wanted a spanking. What she got was love.

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.

Six Sentence Sunday: Mom, why do you let Dad spank you?

Good morning, Sixers!  Our Sundays together are drawing to a close, and now that the Advent Calendar has finished I will be sure to make the most of the remaining Sundays.  Today’s snippet is from my current WIP, affectionately known as Vennie 2.  (Vennie 1 is otherwise known as The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus).

Claire, a college senior, has just been introduced to the world of domestic discipline.  She has found out that she can and will be spanked for misbehavior, and that even her own mother, Minelle, is subject to her father’s discipline.  As Claire learns more about the “adult” nature of the holidays, she cozies up with Minelle for a mother-daughter heart-to-heart talk.  After seeing evidence that Minelle has recently been spanked, Claire asks why her mother would allow her father to do such a thing.

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“But Mom, it’s not like Dad is always right.”  Claire couldn’t understand letting someone do that to her on a regular basis.  It had been one thing when Claire visited Mrs. Claus and received her Christmas spanking, but it was another to think of marrying a man who would then have the authority to spank her whenever he saw fit.

“No, sweetheart, Dad is not always right.”  Minelle tucked the strands of Claire’s hair behind her ear.  “He’s the one who won’t listen when I tell him that lavender and purple aren’t the same color, and then he comes home with the wrong color napkins for a party.  But he’s also the one who is always the last to bed because he goes around the house to make sure that all of the locks are secure.  He’s the one to pull us out of the snowdrift when I thought I could drive over it.”

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Six Sunday: A Sneak Peek at Vennie 2

Good morning, Sixers!  I am sorry for my abominable lack of visiting other Sixers.  Family visit this weekend and to be honest I nearly forgot to put this post up.  Here is a snippet of Vennie 2.  I hope you enjoy.

I will be a good Sixer next week and visit everyone, I promise!

Claire took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the family computer room where her mother was typing away furiously.  Every so often Minelle would chortle, but then her head would bend over the keyboard as she searched for each key.  Minelle, as everyone knew, was a people person.  Not a technology or machine person.

“Mom?” Claire asked, knocking again on the open door.  She’d learned that it was best to give her mom warning before approaching her on the computer.  Any time someone unexpectedly moved toward Minelle while she was reading or typing on the computer, she would shriek and jump as if scalded.  Claire had a feeling that it was entirely in her own best interest to allow her mom time to finish whatever fascinating computer tasks she might be enjoying before getting closer.

Six Sentence Sunday: Thinking Naughty Thoughts

Good morning and happy Sunday, Sixers!  Today we will see a bit more from my newest release, The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus!  

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Plus the reddened inside of the meat made her want to giggle.  It rather reminded her of something else.  She sighed and took a bite.  Mmm.  Delicious.

Matthew saw her enjoyment and reached over to give her a kiss on the cheek and whisper, “Thinking naughty thoughts?”  His hand drifted down to give her a little squeeze, and Minelle jumped. 

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Blurb for The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus

 

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.

Six Sentence Sunday: This isn’t Florida

Good morning and happy Sunday, Sixers!  Today we will see a bit more from my newest release, The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus!  The blurb and links are below.  So far I’ve shown you a few excerpts of the steamy Matthew and Minelle, but today we will look at a snippet of a tape-recorded conversation between our heroine, Claire, and Santa.

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Santa: Badgering me and demanding presents will get you more firmly on the naughty list.  If you want to show me that you’re a good girl, then you’re better off going home and working on your behavior.

Me: I demand a recount of the votes.

Santa: This isn’t Florida, and there aren’t any votes.  Just mine.  Do I make myself clear?

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Blurb for The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus

 

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.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Performing His Duties

Good morning, Sixers!  If you want to play Ana’s Advent Calendar, please sign up here so that your comment today will be eligible.  If you don’t want to play and just want to leave a Six Sunday comment, that is also great!  (As a side note, sixteen readers are on their way to a Perfect Attendance award!  Congratulations!)

Today’s snippet is from my soon-to-be-released book, The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus.  Look for it on December 8th from Blushing Books!  Cover and blurb are below.

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Minelle gave a nervous giggle.  “Matthew,” she whispered as she ran a hand down his arm, “slow down.  I don’t even know what we’re doing.”

Matthew gave a flick to his wrist that sent the soft, silky strands of the flogger playing across her breasts.  “I am,” he said slowly, “performing my duties as a husband to my wife.”  He unbuttoned her blouse further.

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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.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Happy Birthday, Natalie!

Good morning, Sixers!  In honor of Natalie’s birthday, today’s selection is from Kat Volume 2 (title not yet determined).  Kat wakes Natalie up by surprising her with a very special birthday gift.  Maybe a slightly nutty one.  🙂

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“Mm…huh…what on earth?”  Natalie’s eyes focus as she stares at my outfit.  I’ve put on a light pink sweater and white tights, and I’ve wrapped my lower half in pink-and-white “Happy Birthday!” paper.  Artistically gathered at the waist and cinched with a narrow pink ribbon tied in a bow at the back, affixed with tape.  The paper reaches just to the very edges of my bottom.  Natalie bursts out laughing.

“You’re completely nuts,” she says.

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Six Sentence Sunday: It’s Kat

Good morning and happy Sunday, sixers!  Thank you to everyone who came to visit last week.  Many apologies that I was not able to make the rounds last time.  I will do better today.  🙂  This week I have been working on my blurb for The Way Home, scheduled for publication in March of 2013.  For that reason, I’m putting up this excerpt of Kat meeting Natalie.  This is how it all began…

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A dark-haired girl is sitting on one of the beds, surrounded by matching floral suitcases and a rainbow of crates set up on one side of the room.  Around the window, she’s even put up a sort of fake curtain made from contact paper.  On her desk sits a vase filled with poppies and a red ribbon around the top.

I clear my throat and manage to croak out, “Are you Natalie?”

The girl drops the books she is sorting, and she springs to a standing position.  Her eyes take in my suitcases before she asks, “Oh…oh!  Yes, so are you Katherine?”

“It’s Kat,” I say, trying not to blush.  It’s about time that I lost my baby name.  Katie sounds cute and perky, two things I am not.

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Blurb (for now):

The Way Home

Natalie always wanted a little sister.  Kat didn’t know she was allowed to want anything…or anyone.

Kat, a shy farmgirl, arrives at her freshman dorm with a backpack, two suitcases, and her mother’s wish for Kat to attend college “at least until you get married”.  Her roommate Natalie, a confident and fun-loving social butterfly, has decided sight unseen that Kat will become her best friend for life.  Natalie teaches Kat about college life, academics, and friendship by taking Kat under her wing…and over her knee.

Then their lives fall apart one fateful night on campus, and for the rest of the decade Kat and Natalie struggle to find their way back to each other.  Their way home.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Playing Nice

Good morning, Sixers!  Today I am showcasing my newest book that will be published on December 8, titled The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus.  It is a cross between a lighthearted fantasy and a traditional DD romance.  “M” (full character name to be revealed closer to the release date) thinks that there should no longer be a sexy sizzle in her marriage, but her husband thinks otherwise…

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           Sometimes she felt too young for him even now in the midst of comfortable middle age, but at other times she felt much older and wiser.  On their first dates, though, when he taught her about kissing he had teased her by calling her his “little girl”.  His friends called him a cradle-snatcher.  Just barely twenty-two when they married and twenty-three and twenty-five when their children were born, she often felt she had grown up right alongside their babies.  It was ridiculous after all these years for him to still call her “little girl,” but something inside of her tingled at the name.

            “Yes,” she whispered, trying to ignore the funny flips in her stomach as he eased her pants and then her silly granny panties first down to her knees and then completely off.  “You’re far too old for this nonsense and I should put my clothes back on and take that chicken out of the freezer…”

            “Put a hand on your clothes and I’ll stop playing nice with the flogger.”

(c) Anastasia Vitsky

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Six Sentence Sunday: Mother Tongue

Good morning, Sixers!  Since my last manuscript is under review, today I will show you seven sentences from my newest WIP.  What happens when a professional violinist injures her hand so badly that she is not just unable to play but also requires help with daily tasks?  During Leila’s recovery, her pianist friend Carene takes her to the piano to play one-handed.  The results surprise Leila and deepen their relationship.

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Leila lifted her hand noiselessly from the keyboard and set it in her lap.  How long had it been since she had touched a piano except to tune her violin strings to the A?  Violin had been her first instrument, as natural to her as breathing.  It was only later that she learned the piano necessary to every musician’s education but dull as flossing her teeth.  She had dutifully practiced her scales and Hanon exercises and etudes just enough to pass her juries and competency exams, but other than assistance with her equally dutiful composition and sight-singing classes she viewed piano as a detested Brussels sprout accompaniment rather than the main fare.  She’d never understood Carene’s love for the instrument even if she did enjoy listening to Carene make music.

If violin were her mother tongue, piano had been an awkward, workaholic father who came home after the children were in bed only to rage that his dinner was cold.

(c) Anastasia Vitsky

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