Milestones cover reveal!

This Valentine’s Day, enjoy a follow-up to Coming to Terms. Jade Cary, Cara Bristol, Alta Hensley, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, Celeste Jones, and I will bring to you seven new DD stories in a brand-new anthology from LazyDay.

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From making it a year cancer-free to adjusting to a spouse home from a tour of duty, seven domestic discipline couples grapple with life’s milestones.

WARNING: This book contains scenes with spanking, Domestic Discipline, and graphic sex.

The First Submission by Anastasia Vitsky
Bred to uphold duty and tradition from the cradle, rising legal scholar Sori shrinks from marriage and assuming the role of disciplinarian. Temper pot Karie longs for freedom as a First Responder and scorns the fusty Sori. In this prequel to Becoming Clissine, Karie and Sori must choose their own happiness. Can they find love in an arranged marriage?
October Something by Jade Cary
As their tenth wedding anniversary approaches, Kate and Jack Barrington are signing divorce papers instead of exchanging tin. Desperate to save their marriage, Jack holds Kate hostage at their mountain retreat, where happiness once reigned supreme. Can they move through the bad times and find love once again?

Major Changes by Cara Bristol
Before her military husband left forAfghanistan, Cadence Simmons depended on Rahm’s love, guidance, and protection. But his service to his country forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. He’s home for good now and eager to resume where they left off. But Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were before. Can a little domestic discipline help this loving couple through some major changes?

The Barn by Alta Hensley
Determined to convert an old barn into the home of her dreams, Paige Holland returns to her small town after twelve years. She finds herself face to face with the man she never forgot. The same man who shattered her heart in a million pieces. The same man she never wanted to see again, yet also the same man she so desperately missed. Connor McNeil…her first true love.

Making It ‘Write’ by Celeste Jones
Jill Carpenter is thrilled when her first spanking fiction novel is accepted for publication and a whole new life as a professional writer opens up for her. The only catch? Complying with her husband’s rules regarding absolute secrecy and privacy.

A Time to Heal by Sue Lyndon
Stephie’s cancer went into remission a year ago, but her husband, Marcus, still treats her like she’s breakable. They resume practicing domestic discipline, but Marcus has a hard time following through with punishments, leaving Stephie frustrated that it’s not the same as before her illness. Can they move past the fears that have built up between them to find the intimacy they lost?

Unmet Desire by Renee Rose

Watching his wife unravel as she faces infertility is as heartbreaking for Luis as it is for Claire, but the more he compassion he shows, the more she drifts away. Deciding to take a firm hand, he whisks her away to their mountain condo for a weekend boot camp to reaffirm their roles and reignite their passion for one another.

 

Stay tuned for a post later today on reading and writing reviews for Tuesdays with Ana!

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Rediscovering my Christmas spirit (Advent Calendar, Day 16)

Renee Rose, known to many of us as both a blogger and author, asked to host a surprise day this year. I agreed, and immediately I proposed a topic to her:

Would you like to honor your mama?

Renee brought her mama home last year to care for her, and they had one last Christmas together. Since then, life has brought many changes. The problem with funerals and memorial services is that they happen too soon, before the shock wears off and long before the real grieving begins. It’s not until we face our first major holiday, until we approach a significant milestone, that we begin to process the depth of our loss.

I am proud, if I have a right to feel proud, that so many of you have chosen Governing Ana as your home for this month. Whoever you are and wherever you are in life, you are welcome and blessed here. Throughout the month we have seen connections made that have even turned into friendships. I hope that some of these connections will last, and that the warmth you have received and given will carry over into the next months and years.

No matter how tender your heart may be during these season, I hope you will find a way to nurture some Christmas spirit. No matter how small, no matter how private…I hope you will find it in your own way.

I grew up in Denver, where Christmas came with snowy mountaintops and white-tailed deer, and John Denver singing “The closest thing to heaven, on this planet anywhere, is a quiet Christmas morning, in the Colorado snow.” I loved Christmastime for the hymns and the luminarias. I truly connected with the spirit of Christmas in a real and meaningful way.

After I left home for college, though, I left organized religion behind, opting instead for my own brand of personal spirituality. My husband and I moved to the desert nineteen years ago, and I haven’t had a white Christmas since. I did not miss it. I’ve always been a bit counter-culture, so we adopted a casual “un-Christmas” sort of holiday–never putting up a tree, taking hikes in the beautiful desert on Christmas day. I blame it on the climate. After nineteen years, I am still always shocked when I realize there are only two weeks till Christmas and I haven’t done any shopping yet. It just never feels like Christmas here–I can’t seem to gear up.

On top of that, I get stressed by the pressure of gift-giving– the worry of whether I picked an appropriate present, whether it’s enough or too much. Who exactly I’m supposed to buy for and who I’m not. It’s not that I don’t like giving gifts– I just don’t like giving them at Christmastime. So I have turned into a scrooge of sorts.  One of my dear friends is Jewish, and her memories of Christmas are all negative because she always felt left out of the hubbub while the other kids celebrated. Her husband celebrates Christmas, though, so she and I often grumble through the season together. For the past 20 years I have steadfastly maintained that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, because I like to cook, I love to eat and I don’t have to worry about presents.

This year I am discovering that was a lie.

Christmas does mean something to me.

As I approach my first Christmas without my mom, I notice how fragile I feel about it. I did not feel fragile about Thanksgiving. No–Christmas was the true holiday in our family. In my early twenties, I spent two Christmases living in Central America, and both times, my mom and brother flew out to be with me, perhaps not able to imagine me spending it alone in a foreign country. Or perhaps just wanting their own “un-Christmas.”  Either way, it didn’t matter whether there was snow on the ground, or whether we had a Christmas tree. It was about being together. It was about family, and a holiday with deep spiritual meaning to us all.

I’m remembering other “un-Christmases” we had together as our small family of three– a hotel room on a ski vacation in Steamboat Springs, a hotel room in Santa Fe, the beach in Guatemala, my apartment in Costa Rica. I’m remembering it never mattered where we were, it was about being together.

Last year Ana wrote a post called “Blue Christmas” [Ana’s note: Also a post this year] recognizing that it isn’t always jolly for everyone–that our losses can make holidays painful. This Christmas, I too, honor anyone who feels loss, loneliness or pain. Not to wallow in it, but to honor that rituals and traditions have meaning in our lives, and they are a time to feel. There’s also no reason you can’t create your own perfect version of an “un-Christmas” to free yourself of that pain. Love and light and a huge healthy dose of Christmas magic to everyone.

Thank you, Ana, for inviting (challenging?) me to address my own emotions around the holiday this year.  I love you!!

A very harried prize announcement

Today is a quick and dirty prize announcement.

 

Leigh Ellwood chose Quiet Sara of Quiet Sara and the Strong Man as the winner for one of her books. Thanks to Leigh for her holiday recipe post on Monday that spurred an enormous recipe exchange. I’ve heard whispers in the helper elf gallery that we might do something special with the recipes…

Since Sara has already won a prize (who could forget those spotty knickers?), I drew two more prizes so we could have more winners.

Terpsichore of A Place to Share wins a lovely holiday card!

Renee Rose wins Ruby Rose (ah, how apt) by the lovely Alta Hensley.

Sara and Renee, please contact your prize donors to make arrangements for receiving your prize. Terpischore, I’ve already taken care of you. Hehe.

 

Terpsichore’s intro post:

my comment just disappeared :-( this is what happens when I try to offer thoughtful responses – this time I will need to be short and sweet…

1.Yes
2.Sadly, no.
3.I was introduced to this blog last January as I was reading and meeting new friends and have been reading since whenever I can.
4.I hope to stop by every day, but the reality is it may not be possible – I will do my best.
5.To be honest I am here to enjoy reading and celebrating with friends old and new. The prize does not much matter. However, if I do win anything, I will certainly be grateful for any prize and will be very excited.
6.Friends. I love this community. I know it will be fun.
7.I am Terpsichore. I have been married for 14 years to a wonderful man who I love and who spanks me because he knows I like it. :-) I am happy to report I have visited here before and I will visit here again. Another thing about me…I have a hard time with short and sweet answers. :-)
8.Hi Laurellasky! Welcome! This is my first time participating in this event, too! It is going to be a lot of fun! As for the daily questions, I believe you can find them in the body of the post each day. There were 8 questions today – a few you may have missed in your answers are
3.How did you hear about the Advent Calendar this year?
4.Do you plan to drop by now and then, or is your eye on a Perfect Attendance prize?
6.What brings you to the Advent Calendar this year? Why do you want to play?
8.Say hello and respond to the person who has commented before you. Hope this is helpful.:-)

Renee’s intro post:

1.Have you read and understood all four information pages? (There is only one correct answer to this question!) YES!
2. Did you participate in Ana’s Advent Calendar last year? Absolutely!
3. How did you hear about the Advent Calendar this year? Ana!
4. Do you plan to drop by now and then, or is your eye on a Perfect Attendance prize? I plan on perfect attendance!
5. Which prize(s) are you hoping to win? A new car! Oh wait, that wasn’t one of the prizes, was it? A Kindle? Still don’t have one, can you believe it?
6. What brings you to the Advent Calendar this year? Why do you want to play? I never had an advent calendar as a child, so I have to make up for lost time.
7. Who are you? Are you new to Governing Ana, or have you been here before? Tell us about yourself. I’m Renee Rose, naughty elf. I have been reading GA since I started blogging in May of 2012. Actually, I think I read it when I lurked, so before I started blogging.
8. Say hello and respond to the person who has commented before you. (If you are the first commenter, you can respond to me.)
Hello Merna!! Preschool teachers are a blessing to the world. Thank you for your gift to our babies. :)

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A dance lesson from Renee Rose

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Thank you, Renee Rose! She sent this contribution to Kat’s birthday bash. Mm! I am quite angry with Renee for making it too short…and stopping at the best part! Please join me in protesting. Go over to her blog and demand that she finish this scene. 🙂

I grab Natalie’s arm and attempt to slow her down. “This is stupid,” I hiss.

“No, it’s not. You said you wanted to try dance lessons, and Renee Rose offered to give you one to see if you like it. It’s your birthday present, now come on.” She pushes the door to the studio open and holds it, lifting her eyebrows expectantly.

I huff, but walk through the door, the scent of resin tickling my nose before I have a chance to take in the expanse of hardwood floor, wall-to-wall mirrors and wall-mounted barres that sag in the middle.

Renee Rose turns her head and grins at me while she futzes with her Ipod, selecting a Michael Frante and the Spearheads song. She’s wearing a short, flippy black skirt, with black thigh-high stockings and pink high heels. I look down at my clothes—the leotard and tights Natalie bought me for my Halloween costume last year.

“Uh…”

“Don’t worry!” she says, kicking off the heels. “I don’t really wear these. I just put them on so you would recognize me from my avatar. I’m actually more of a barefoot kind of gal.” She peels off her stockings and pads over to me, holding out her hand. “You must be Kat? I’ve read a lot about you. And you’re Natalie?”

Natalie nudges me forward to shake her hand, then gives her own handshake.

“Natalie, are you taking class, too?”

“No,” she says in a too-chipper voice. “Just Kat today!”

“All right, well, we’ll start at the barre. Natalie, you can sit and wait on the couch outside the studio. The two-way mirror will allow you to watch.”

Two-way mirror? Oh, God. This was getting worse by the minute.

Renee smiles reassuringly and points to the barre.

She walks over and starts speaking in gibberish, as far as I’m concerned. “We’re going to start in first position, facing the barre. We’ll take eight heel lifts, right and left. Then heel press, demi-point and lower, four times each side. Then tendu, flex, point and close, four times, right and left…”

I don’t even hear the rest, as I just struggle to copy what she’s doing with her feet.

“Did you get all that?”

I bite my lip and look up at her, my cheeks growing warm.

She leans forward and says close to my ear, “I hope so, because if not, I have a cane and I could invite Natalie in to use it.”

“What?” The needle slides off the record as my mind reels. She knows about us. And spanking.

I can’t seem to pick my jaw back up off the floor. She grins and gives me a wink. “I’m usually a very sweet dance teacher, but spanking is my favorite thing.”

Like what you see here? Read more about Kat and Natalie in The Way Home, Coming to Terms, and Lighting the Way!

A peek at “Tomorrow” from Coming to Terms:A birthday party for Kat!

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Coming to Terms is now available for sale! Hooray!

In order to celebrate release day, the other authors and I are offering sneak peeks at our stories in this domestic discipline anthology. My story, “Tomorrow”, serves as a mini-sequel to The Way Home and a prequel to Lighting the Way, which will be available on June 6th.

June 6th also happens to be Kat’s birthday, and we will celebrate her special day in style! To get ready for her big day, “Tomorrow” tells about Kat’s first birthday celebration. Ever. She has refused to have a party for as long as Natalie has known her, but this time Natalie talks her into doing something special. Little does Kat know that Natalie makes big plans!

What are those big plans? I’ll give you a hint. “Sarsi World” is in Florida, is popular with children and families, and involves both shows and amusement rides.

Here is a sneak preview:

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“When I was eight,” Natalie begins, and I settle into a more comfortable position. Is it the feel of Natalie’s hands in my hair that calms me, or is it Natalie’s voice? I thought I was comforting her. Leave it to Natalie to turn things around yet again. Despite, or perhaps because of, the change in subject, her voice deepens and slows to sound more like the resonant Natalie voice of old. “I wanted to become a ballerina. You saw my recital pictures, didn’t you?”

I nod wistfully. The perfect pictures of Natalie dressed in a sparkly, fluffy pink tutu looking as scrumptious as cotton candy, her hands forming a circle over her head. No 4-H for Natalie. It was ballet classes, piano recitals, and Girl Scouts.

“So Mom gave me a ballet birthday party. The invitations were pink, we had pink streamers everywhere, and she had my party a week late so we could all go to the Nutcracker at the local theater. My best friend Alice gave me a Ballet Barbie doll, and it was my favorite for years.”

By this time I have slipped lower and lower until my head is resting on Natalie’s lap. To her this might be a childhood memory, but to me it is a fairy tale. I half-expect a godmother to appear and grant her three wishes.

“I had lots of neat parties, but that was my favorite one. What was your favorite birthday party?”

I blink hard. I pull away, stand up, and walk back into the kitchen.

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“Katya.”

I look up uncertainly.

“Tell me why it upset you to think about your birthday parties. Is it missing your mom?”

None of your damn business, I want to say, but then I realize that I do not. Not really.

“No. My mom…”

Natalie waits.

“There were so many of us kids, and the boys were so much older and didn’t care about that stuff, and the farm never did well enough for us to have much money, and we lived so far away from everyone else, and in June everyone was going away for vacation anyway…”

She strokes my hair. Damn it, I might as well be Pavlov’s dog. “So you never had a birthday party?”

She carefully keeps any trace of pity out of her voice, and I nod.

“It’s okay,” I start to say, but Natalie interrupts.

“Is that why you never let me throw a birthday party for you?”

“Well, other than not having any friends…”

Swat!

I jump and rub before I realize what she has done, and I stare at her, speechless. Yet she does not look regretful, or surprised, or even ruffled. She looks more like a bossy, infuriating, control freak.

Like Natalie. I gulp, surprised at how relieved that I am to have her back.

“Care to change your answer?”

I hop up and down in tiny jumps, more from the shock than pain. I thought we were in the special no-combat zone where my bottom was safe. Is it a good thing that she has given me a spank, or is it bad? I am furious, but at the same time I am secretly pleased. I do matter to her, after all.

“Ouch, Natty!”

“Answer the question, please.”

“Maybe. Kinda.” So the rules have changed again? Are there rules?

She waits until I meet her gaze. “What if I say you’re going to have a birthday party this year whether you like it or not?”

I make a face. “I’m too old…”

Swat!

“Ouch! Natalie, stop it!” Once was enough! More than enough! Again, a curious mixture of pleasure and indignation ripples through my stomach.

Natalie gives a sigh and speaks with immense patience. “Fine. May I please do something special for your birthday this year?”

I shrug in confusion. “But why do you care?”

“Memories,” Natalie says, and I gape at her. “Creating memories.”

I shake my head again, and she speaks as patiently as if I am a rather dim-witted child. “It’s your birthday soon. Dr. Mitchell wanted us to do something fun, now, and happy that would let us create new memories. Remember? Let’s use your birthday. Please, Katty? I want to do this for you. For us.”

I adjust the collar on my bathrobe and sweep off the towel that has come untucked, and I give her my best smile.

“Okay,” I say. “So, like a cake or something?”

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The moment that the plane jerks with the wheels unfolding from underneath its belly, I awake with a start.

“Natty!” I cry softly, hunkering over the oval window. “Palm trees! Ocean! Sun!”

“Hmm?” Natalie opens one eye, moans, and closes it again.

“We’re here!” I bounce in my seat before remembering with a wince that it is not a good idea. “Look!”

Lazily, she stretches. “Not thirsty,” she murmurs before tucking her head in the crook between her headrest and my chair. I give up on waking her and instead watch, fascinated, as the greens and blues and yellows become more and more distinct. It is only my second time on an airplane and my first time in the Sunshine State, and I want to remember every moment. Open-mouthed, I peer at the houses that lay in doll-like smallness. Tiny blue rectangles, ovals, circles, and kidney beans dot the spaces next to nearly every house. Does everyone own a pool in Florida?

“Natty!” I hiss before remembering that she has gone back to sleep. “We should get a pool!”

Natalie, if she were awake, would remind me that I am the one who refuses to spend money. I slip my hand into her limp one and cuddle next to her.

“Wake up!” I whisper. “We’re here!”

Her eyes snap open, and as comprehension fills her eyes she smiles.

“Sorry you threatened not to come?”

I huff in indignation, but she strokes my cheek. “It’s a joke, Katya.”

I make a face, and she taps the tip of my nose. “I can’t wait to see you in a Sarsi hat.” She smiles, her eyes sparkling.

“I’m not going to wear a Sarsi hat…”

“Pink with sparkles and a little filmy veil, just like Princess Sarsi. And we have to get your picture taken with her, and get you a Sarsi balloon, ooh and the character breakfast on the paddleboat…”

“If I wear one, so will you,” I grumble.

“Nuh-uh,” Natalie grins. “You’re the birthday girl.”

She proceeds to tell everyone that it is my birthday, even the bus driver from the resort who picks us up, and I am offered a “Happy Birthday” sticker then and there. Natalie attaches it to my polo shirt, and I wrinkle my nose at her.

“You don’t have to make such a big deal about it,” I say, but she shakes her head.

“We have more than thirty birthdays to catch up on at once,” she answers.

And despite the hot flush in my cheeks every time someone nods and smiles at my childish sticker, I take her hand.

Then I have a thought so unsettling that I stop in my tracks. Natalie nudges me to continue sliding into my seat. I wish I could roll the window down. If I am not the one driving or at least in the front seat, I tend to get a little carsick.

It is not the carsickness that makes my stomach flip-flop, though.

What if she thinks that having more than thirty birthdays to catch up on means also catching up on the birthday spankings?

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Also check out excerpts from my six co-authors!

Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Alta Hensley, Celeste JonesRenee Rose, and Sue Lyndon

Coming to Terms is available on…

Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon CA
Amazon DE
Barnes and Noble (coming soon)
All Romance (coming soon)

Monday Morning Fika: Behind the Scenes with Coming to Terms

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This Wednesday, May 15th, Coming to Terms will finally be available for sale! Rumor is that the book *may* be on Amazon by late-night Tuesday. Maybe. Don’t quote me.

When Staci Taylor of LazyDay Publishing visited Fika last year, I asked whether she would do a multi-author spanking anthology. She said that she had never done one, but she would be interested. Of course, an idea is only an idea once it’s carried out! After talking with fellow spanking authors Jade Cary, Sue Lyndon, Celeste Jones, and Alta Hensley, I pitched the idea to Staci. Hundreds of emails later, the six of us had a plan for our anthology (Cara Bristol and Renee Rose received invitations to join us later). We called ourselves the “Dream Team” and discussed endless arrays of possible scenarios.

In the end, we came up with a theme of couples coming to terms with what DD means in their life. In my story, “Tomorrow,” Kat and Natalie struggle to get past the darkness of The Way Home and come to terms with the negative effects that DD has had on their lives. Spanking is not the answer to all problems, but their relationship is so fragile that it is threatened by any attempts to talk or change. After getting some relationship advice, Natalie books a vacation to “Sarsi World” (LazyDay legal team informed me that I couldn’t use “Disney”) for the two of them to have some time to create new, positive memories to replace the old, hurtful ones.

The rest of the stories are amazing, but I’ll let their authors tell you more about them. On Wednesday, each of us will share a snippet from our story.

For today, here’s a peek behind the scenes at some of the negotiations that went on while we were putting Coming to Terms together. We had a few..ah…differences of opinion. I wanted Disney. The others wanted sex. Guess who won?

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SEX

I know we’ve talked about this, but I want to confirm. I know that Ana & Celeste’s stories don’t have sex scenes. But what about the rest of you?

In my story I can go either way. The story works with or without a sex scene. If no one has one, I’ll omit it. If the rest of you have sex in your stories, I’ll keep it in to spice it up.

Cara

I meant to have one, but it just didn’t seem to work with what was going on. Renee’s has hot sex, but you probably expected that anyway.

Celeste

Cara, quick answer: Staci’s request is that if you are known for writing sexy scenes (as you are), that you feel free to include it in the story. 🙂 If you want to put it in, do so. If not, no problem.
Ana

yes, Celeste is right, I have hot sex.  I have two to three separate scenes, or two and a half, I guess.  Oral, finger-f**ing and full on.  Ana would’ve known that, but she just skimmed that part.  : )

Renee

HEY!!  lol…

Someday I’m going to have the hottest scene that makes everyone blush. 😛

Ana 

I have sex! 2 scenes is how it is working out (I think). It might be 2 and a half. Cara, please write the sex, I don’t want to be the only naughty. 😉
Although my sex scenes are more on the romantic side. I stayed away from both ‘C’ words.

Alta

I may do fade to black, I may do subtle. No hard core in mine–romance language. As you can tell, i am not as far along as the rest of you lovelies.

Jade

WORKING OUT THE DETAILS

I’m currently considering “Wish Away Home,” “Wishing For Home,” and “Princess Katya.”  I thought that “A Mickey Mouse Spanking” might not be viewed with extreme enthusiasm by everyone else.  Even if that will be our cover art.  😉

Sue, did you stay up plotting your story or plotting to corrupt me and take over the world?
Ana

For heat level – I know Ana doesn’t do sex scenes (although it’s my goal in life to corrupt her, muhaha), and I think that’s fine.  Not every story needs to have sex.  It’s more about the emotional connection anyway.  My characters will have probably have sex, but they won’t be having wild crazy orgies, and I will be focusing more on the DD aspect of their relationship. So…does that mean PG-13?

Sue

My vote is no Disney! I write the spicy…although I can tone it down a bit if that’s what you gals want. So sex and Mickey just seems – Icky! 🙂

Alta

I think another layer to our collection is going to be what stage couples are at in their relationship with DD.  We have those who are brand-new or exploring (Sue’s couple and Jade’s daughter character), Kat and Natalie who have been at it for 10 years but not in a sexual/marital way, and the Alta/Celeste’s couples who do DD in a sexual/marital way and are partway into it.  Alta’s couple does DD in the context of a group of other couples who practice openly, while (so far) Celeste’s couple practices discreetly.

That’s another range–the openness that characters have to sharing DD outside of their relationship.  Jade’s character and mine would probably not tell others.  Alta’s characters have a built-in support system and can be open with them.

Ana

Who’s writing the blurb? 1,2,3..not me! J
Alta

 

So I’ll ask the question. How many spanking scenes are you having? It’s a short story, so what should the count be? I mean, are you basically typing:

Once upon a time – spank, spank, spank.

Conflict – spank, spank, spank

Sex scene – spank, spank, spank

Happily ever after.

The End.

Epilogue – spank, spank, spank

??? I’m not sure what to do. 🙂

Alta

SEX, AGAIN

I personally would like to see at least some level of sex from Alta,Jade and Sue. Because their fans will expect it, and it is more marketable.

Staci

So sex it is. My dirty little mind is set FREE! 🙂

Alta

We can put Ana’s story in the middle. Like sex intermission. Sex-ermission.

Celeste

Sex-ermission!! I almost peed myself. 🙂

Alta

Woot woot! Sex-ermission! so is Alta writing a full synopsis for THE BOOK, featuring all of us? sorry…brain fart.

Jade

Hahaha!  Sex-ermission.  I can’t stop laughing:)

Oh…is someone else doing a cabin vacation?  Because I can change my location if so.  So many emails…LOL…I can’t keep track:)

Thank you, Alta, for taking care of the synopsis to send to Staci.  Am I still writing a blurb of some kind?  I’m confused.  This was a bad week to cut back on caffeine.

Sue

THE MICKEY MOUSE DISAGREEMENT

We still need an official blurb for the book description, but that can wait.

Celeste…lol!!  Though it makes it sound as if Kat and Natalie’s mission is to have sex.

Thank you for doing the synopsis, Alta!

So….can we have Mickey Mouse for the cover art?

Just kidding!

Ana

 I think I volunteered to work on the official blurb…I’d better get to that!

Thank you, Alta, for sending Staci the synopsis!  Woo-hoo, we have contracts in our inbox now!  Guess I better figure out the title of my story so I can return it:)

Sue

P.S.  Ana is not allowed anywhere near the cover art form when it comes time to fill it out!  🙂

Ana you stay clear of the cover! Disney ears…it’s about time we all corrupt your mind. We need to add some dirty to your purity. 😉

Alta

Dear Staci,

Pretty please will you feature Mickey Mouse and Cinderella’s Castle for the anthology cover?  I will send you homemade cookies if you do.

Ana

Dear Staci,
Feel free to spank Ana…hard.
Love,
ALL OF US

Jade

ON SITTING AT THE COOL KIDS’ TABLE

Suggesting that our stories might have cameos:

Oooh I’d have Alta Hensley show up! We could all be famous…in our own book. Ha ha.

Alta

I have to say, that you all have quite the collection of authors. You should change the book title to – Star Power. I have no doubt this book will be outstanding. You all are taking the spanking community by storm!

Staci

This is going to be awesome. I can’t believe I get to sit at the cool kids’ table.

Celeste

AND, FINALLY WE SEE SOME F/F

I’ve heard from everybody. Alta, Sue and Renee and I are having sex (but not together). Celeste and Ana are cut off.

Cara

That’s about the size of it.

Celeste 

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Ana

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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.

THWACK!

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?”

THWACK!

“And?”

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…”

THWACK!

“Owww!”

“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.

“Yummy.”