#SciSpanks Winners!





Kindle Fire or Nook HD (winner’s choice): WINNER: NURSE MYRA

(donated by Blushing Books)

  • $25 gift certificate to Amazon and an autographed copy of Alien Warriors
    *Available to US and Canada only
    (donated by Sue Lyndon)
  • $20 gift certificate to Amazon
    (donated by Witty Bard Publishing)
  • $20 gift certificate to ThinkGeek
    (donated by Naughty Bard Press)
  • $10 gift certificate to Amazon
    (donated by Lipstick Lesbian Reviews)
  • Alien tote bag, autographed book, and assorted swag
    donated by Eve Langlais)
  • Custom-written short story
    (donated by Erzabet Bishop)
  • VIP membership to Loose Id
  • One-year membership to Silkwords (two winners)



  • 6-month online couple membership to Learning Domestic Discipline
  • 6-month membership to Discipline and Desire
  • Custom-made wooden paddle* from Blondie’s Place
    *Available to US and Canada only
  • Spanking paddle* from Kate Richards
    *Available to US and Canada only, gift certificate substitution for international players
  • Goody bags from BDSM Bookreviews (five winners)



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If you are a winner, you have 48 hours to accept your prize. If you do not respond within 48 hours (8 AM EDT Friday), your prize will go to someone else. If for any reason you wish to decline your prize, please let me know in the comments. Thanks!

Individual prizes for my own blog will follow.

Announcing #SciSpanks 2014!




Would you like free stories, fun, and a chance at over $1,000 in prizes? This summer, you can participate in a short story extravaganza! Award-winning authors of dystopian, paranormal, urban fantasy, speculative, and science fiction will showcase stories for your enjoyment. Chat with your favorite authors, meet new-to-you authors, find great new books, and meet new friends!

Sci Spanks Featured Authors

Anastasia Vitsky

Anne Ferrer Odom

Carole Cummings

Cathy Pegau

Erzabet Bishop

Eve Langlais

Eva Lefoy

Jessica E. Subject

Kate Richards

Kathryn R. Blake

Leigh Ellwood

Louisa Bacio

Maren Smith

Natasha Knight

Olivia Starke

Sue Lyndon

Introducing guest blogger Ami Starsong!


Want to become a Sci Spanks ambassador and earn an extra prize entry? See below!

Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!


Kindle Fire or Nook HD (winner’s choice)

(donated by Blushing Books)





Book Bundles from:

Many authors also will offer a contest on their individual blogs.  Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

What’s the catch?  Absolutely nothing!  We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership.  Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?  😉

Here are the rules:

  1. Visit each blog between Wednesday, June 25 and Sunday, June 29 to read the posted stories and excerpts.
  2. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.  You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.  You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.
  3. If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
  4. Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on June 29!!
  5. If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Love Spanks 2014, Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), 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 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
  6. If you are an published writer/author, please add “W” to your comments. That way, your name will be entered in the special author prize drawings.
  7. Visit any of the participating blogs on Wednesday, July 2nd to find out the lucky winners.  Will it be you?

NEW THIS YEAR! Visit us on Facebook (www.facebook.com/scispanks) between June 25th and 29th to receive an invitation to an exclusive Sci Spanks party! Chat with your favorite authors, earn extra prize entries, and give feedback about the stories!

Like these events? Want to support your friendly sci-fi authors? Become a Sci Spanks 2014 Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes!

To sign up, contact Ambassador Liaison Kathryn Blake at krb_spanks@kathrynrblake.com, with the subject line “Sci Spanks Ambassador.”

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Snowy Memories (Advent Calendar, Day 11)

Today we have a special story from Leigh Smith, aka Sunny Girl. She will respond to your comments and choose a lucky person to win her latest book or the the new Christmas collection from the Library of Spanking Fiction. Sunny posts stories weekly on her blog, Aimless Ramblings, and has recently started an author blog as well. She’s also a granny with an attitude, so watch out if you feel like sassing her! 🙂

I looked out the window and saw the snowflakes just beginning to drift down from the leaden sky.  I was forecast to be a terrible storm but seeing the first flakes reaching the ground reminded me of another snowstorm long ago.

Until I was twelve years old, my parents, siblings and I lived in a big city.  We had no need of a car, or even public transportation for that matter, everything was within walking distance. The promise of a snowstorm was thrilling for us kids. Although we rarely had a school snow day, we didn’t mind having to wait until after school. Our spirits were always high as we dragged our sleds over to the city park to barrel down what seemed like large mountains to us, taking life and limb in hand.  We came home with rosy cheeks, frozen noses, toes and fingers, but happy hearts.

The day life changed for us happened during a snowstorm.  My dad was helping a neighbor shovel out his car when he suffered a heart attack and died.  It was a terrible time and for years, I hated snow.  Snowstorms were events to be weathered, not enjoyed.

Soon after my father’s death, we left the city and moved to our grandparent’s farm. It was supposed to be a temporary move until my mother got back on her feet; it didn’t turn out that way. We left our old life and friends behind as we learned a completely new way of life.  No longer available were the things we took for granted but new adventures awaited.

Years passed, my older siblings left to start their own lives, my mother remarried and I stayed behind to help my now aging grandparents.  It was the Christmas season of my twenty-first year that I started to like snow again.  The rest of our family was coming to spend the holidays with us and so there was lots of activity and anticipation.  Gran began baking cookies and Gramps decided he wanted to cut down a big Christmas tree.  We finally convinced Gramps he couldn’t do it alone so he hired a neighbor’s grandson, who was home for the holidays, to help.  When I saw Jesse dragging that tree down the hill toward the house, my heart leapt.  He was tall, well over six feet, and looked even larger bundled up in that heavy plaid jacket, a woolen cap pulled down over his ears, gloves and big boots.  The snowflakes covering his shoulders and sticking to his eyebrows made him look like as if he was on a Currier & Ives Christmas card. I sat there at the window watching Gramps and Jesse drag the tree to the porch.  That is one handsome hunk of man, I thought. He and Gramps shook the snow out of the tree and leaned it against the house.  They both stomped their feet, brushed the snow off their clothing and entered the house.

“Is anybody home?” we heard Gramps yell.

“In the kitchen,” Gram answered back.

Both men shed their jackets in the mudroom and walked into the kitchen.  Jesse was even more handsome without the jacket and ski cap.  He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt tucked into well-worn jeans that fit in all the right places and big woolen socks.  His shiny brown hair that was about two weeks past needing a haircut, and blue eyes hooded by eyelashes so long, it was a crime.

“Jesse, this is my wife, Becky and my granddaughter, Jenny.”

He extended his hand and I felt the spark when our fingers touched.  We both pulled back and I watched a look pass between my grandparents that I remember to this day.

“Jesse is Nate’s grandson.  He’s visiting for the holidays and thinking of joining Doc Martin’s Veterinary practice when he finishes his internship this summer,” Gramps explained.

“How is it we’ve not seen you around these parts before?”  Gram asked.

“Well, I’m actually Nate’s step grandson.  Nate’s daughter, Beth married my dad a couple of years ago.  I mostly lived with my mom so it wasn’t until then I even knew Nate and Connie,” he explained.

“So you here alone or did Beth come too?”

“No, I’m not alone, everyone is coming for the holidays.  I have a little longer time since our school break coincides with the holidays.”

“Well, I am sure glad you are here and were able to help my husband.  He thinks he is still 26.  Our family is coming home for the holidays too.  We’ll have to get everyone together.”

Looking at Jenny, Jesse asked if she was home for the holidays too.  She explained that she lived here with her grandparents and taught first grade at the local school.

“You’ll have to tell me all about life here in this area.  I’ve always lived in a suburban area so rural life will be quite different.”

“Rural life is nice, a little dull sometime compared to city life,” she told him.

Gram had set out a plate of cookies and offered a hot beverage.  Gramps and Jesse sat down and Gram handed out mugs of steaming coffee.  Gramps took a sip.

“What’s this?  We men need something to warm up our insides, it’s cold out there.”  He got up, went over to the cupboard, and brought over a bottle of brandy, pouring some into his mug and offering the bottle to Jesse.

As I sat there listening to the chatter between my grandparents and Jesse, I realized that for the first time I was falling in love.  It didn’t make sense, I had just met him, knew nothing about him but it didn’t seem to matter.  It left me tongue-tied and I don’t think I spoke twenty words the whole time.  When he finally got up to leave, I found my voice. I was afraid if I didn’t speak up, I wouldn’t get another opportunity.

“Gramps has an old-fashioned sleigh out in the shed.  It’s been a while since it was used but it is a wonderful way to see the area.  What do you think?”

“An old-fashioned sleigh ride,” he laughed.  “That could be fun,” his blue eyes twinkled.


More years passed.  Gram and Gramps are gone and now I live in this old house with my husband and three children.  I’m baking cookies in anticipation of a full house over the holidays.  I hear the jingle of bells and look out the window again.  What should I see but an old-fashioned sleigh being driven by a handsome hunk of a man wearing a heavy plaid jacket with a woolen cap pulled down low, and three rosy-cheeked laughing children and holding onto a giant Christmas tree.

A few seconds later, the door opens.

“Is anybody home?” Jesse asks.

“In the kitchen,” I answer back.

Happy birthday, Renee! (Return of the Naughtiest Elf)

Our favorite Renee Rose is celebrating her birthday today, and she’s chosen to make it a festive day despite the sadness of recent events. Go to her blog to vote for your favorite implement for her birthday spanking! For her birthday, I wrote her a little story. I hope you like it. Happy birthday, dearest Renee. You’ll always be the naughtiest elf in my book.

Elf Renee Mistlekiss stomped a curly, pointed shoe. “Why do you get all the spankings?” she scowled. “I’m the naughtiest elf!”

Head Elf Anastasia Peppermint-Twist shook her head. “I don’t try to get them, I swear! I want you to be the naughtiest elf, too. Though why you want it, I have no idea. Don’t you realize how much those spankings hurt?”

“Mmm,” Renee murmured dreamily. “Remember when Mrs. Claus spanked me with the wooden spoon that still had bits of cookie batter? I mean, that was HOT!”

Anastasia peered at Renee. “Honey, are you feeling all right? Maybe I should bring you to the infirmary.”

Renee shrugged. “If you’d stop hogging all the spankings…” She turned on her heel and headed toward the new suite she shared with her husband in the family quarters. She had thought that the move last month would ensure that she and her husband had plenty of…intimate time…but instead Elf Jared insisted on working all hours of the day.

“Come here, honey,” she cooed as she entered their home. “We’ve only used that shower a few times since we got it.” She tugged at the hem of her shirt suggestively.

Jared gave her an absent-minded kiss and turned back to his spreadsheet. “Sorry, but Santa said if I can come up with a more efficient way to store the rocking horses until December I may get a promotion.”

Renee dropped the hem of her shirt. “Jared! First Anastasia hogs all the spankings, and now you’re too busy for me. What’s wrong with everyone?”

“Love you,” came the automatic reply.

Renee stomped away. For the past twelve months she had done everything anyone asked her to do, well except perhaps share in the Christmas spirit without being prodded…oh, wait! Maybe that was an idea! It had gotten her a spanking before. She headed to Elf Emma Snowsparkle’s room. Emma had been her roommate before Anastasia finally got Renee a suite with her family. Yet one more reason that Anastasia had been unfair.

“Emma,” Renee called as she knocked on the door. “Christmas is stupid. Don’t you think we should…”

Emma jerked the door open and covered Renee’s mouth. “Don’t you remember what happened the last time you said that?”

Renee giggled. “Of course I do. We got yummy spankings, and then we got to spank Anastasia. So out with it, don’t you think Christmas is stupid?”

“Just because you’ve gone insane doesn’t mean I have to get walloped with you!” Emma exclaimed, and she slammed the door shut. “I never saw you! I never heard you!” she shouted from behind the closed door.

Renee kicked her bright-green shoes against the linoleum as she made her way to the workrooms. The elves had finished work for the day, but maybe she could cheer herself up with one of the pink suede floggers she and Emma had been lucky enough to make. Sure better than the everlasting rocking horses.

On the way, Renee had a better idea. Mrs. Claus had spanked Anastasia after the “naughtiest elf” poll at Christmas. Renee hadn’t even come in second. That darn Elf Cara Sugarcreme had taken that away, too. Why did no one see that Renee could be the naughtiest elf, if only they would give her a chance?

“I’m naughty,” Renee muttered to herself. “I’m the naughtiest elf. I should get a spanking if I want!” She found the old poll and sighed at the results. Anastasia was the winner, loud and clear. Smackingly loud and clear. The voting buttons no longer worked, and Renee couldn’t figure out how to start a new poll. She kicked the voting booth, hard.

“Ow!” she cried, hopping around the room. “I hate this stupid place!” She started to cry. Not one elf had told her happy birthday. No one had as much as smiled at her or given her a gift. It was her birthday today, and darn it if she didn’t deserve to get spanked if she wanted to!

A waft of sugar cookies reached her sniffling nose, and a warm voice spoke. “Child,” Mrs. Claus said, and her arms opened.

“I HATE Christmas!” Renee screamed, half-hoping that Mrs. Claus would take action, but instead Mrs. Claus enveloped her in a tight embrace.

“Let it all out,” Mrs. Claus soothed, patting Renee’s back. “It’s okay to cry.”

“Leave me alone!” Renee raged, crying and hiccupping at the same time. “No one cares about me. They all ignore me and…”

Mrs. Claus stroked her cheek. “It’s all right to be sad, dear heart. You’ve had a rough time.”

“Stop being so nice and spank me! I can get spanked if I want to!” By now Renee was crying too hard to talk clearly, and her words came out as, “SoingspankcanifIooh!”

“How can I call you naughty when you’ve had so much to deal with already?”

“I want to be naughty! I am naughty! Leave me alone!” Renee screamed.

Mrs. Claus pursed her lips and reached into her apron pocket. Out came the trusty wooden spoon. Before Renee knew what was happening, Mrs. Claus had pulled her over her lap and applied several hard smacks against Renee’s skirted bottom.

“Ow!” Renee yelped. “Stop that!”

“No thank you, dear,” Mrs. Claus answered as she swatted hard and steadily. “If you’re going to insist on throwing a fit, I’ll give you a good reason to have one.”

By this time, Renee’s pointed elf cap was on the floor and her little legs kicked with abandon. “I didn’t…not like…”

“Didn’t you say you wanted a spanking?”

“Not like this!” Renee wailed. But after only a few more swats, Mrs. Claus stood her up and patted her cheek.

“Happy birthday, dear one,” she said. Out of another apron pocket came one of her famous sprinkle-topped sugar cookies. “Here, take one of these.”

Renee fumbled for her cap and took the cookie. She wiped away her tears. “Thank you,” she began, but Mrs. Claus gave her a push.

“Go on. Get home to your family.”

Renee skipped, yes actually skipped down the hall. The spanking had lightened her heart in a way she could never describe, and the soothing magic of the sugar cookie applied balm to her sore heart. By the time she reached her home, the cookie was gone and so was her attitude.

“Honey?” she called into their suite. “I’m sorry about earlier, I…”

“Shut the door.”

Jared stood in the center of the room. Renee’s ashen face turned as she closed the door with trembling fingers.

“Honey, I got upset and I’m sorry I took it out on…”

A slow, deliberate unbuckling of his belt. His supple, wide leather belt.

“Please, sweetheart…”

“Over the bed, Renee.” Each word was precise, measured.

“No, Jared, please…”

Doubled into a loop, the hard buckle and metal parts safely tucked in his hand. The slight bounce of leather against leather.

“I’d advise you not to make me say that again, Renee.”

“But you said you had to work!” Renee wailed. Obediently, she bent over the bed and lifted her bottom high. The sugar cookie in her stomach felt like rock.


Renee cried out. “Honey!”

“Yes, I had to work. Would you like to know why I had to work, Renee?”
Each time he said her name, Renee shrank further into the bed. “To get a promotion so you can earn more money and provide for the family?”



Renee cried into the bedspread. “I don’t know! Please stop!”

“Because Celeste and Sue came to me three months ago saying they wanted to surprise you with a party tonight. They spread the word to Jade, Emma, Cara, and the others. They’ve even arranged to take care of the kids tonight.”

Renee’s heart sank. “I didn’t know…”



“In the past hour, I’ve gotten reports from Anastasia, Emma, Mrs. Claus, and the maintenance crew who had to repair the voting booth you broke.”

“Honey, I’m so sore already…Mrs. Claus spanked me…please stop!”

Jared paused to rub her back. “You couldn’t trust me? You had to cause a ruckus throughout the entire Elfland? Don’t you realize that we all love you?”

Renee whimpered. “It doesn’t feel like that right now.”

Jared set the belt on the bed and leaned down to kiss her. “I love you,” he said. “And as long as you are my wife, you will not show me or anyone else the kind of disrespect you displayed today.”

Renee melted into his arms. “What can I do to make it up to you?” she whispered.

Jared unbuttoned her skirt. “Let’s start with some window washing.”

Renee knew she should say, “Yes, sir,” but her mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, it said the first thing that popped into her mind.