For Irishey, who knows what she did.
Some people know how to keep themselves out of trouble, but not our dear Irishey. Oh, no. She has sass that won’t stop, but also the idea no one is big enough to deal with her. Too bad (for her) that retribution comes in the form of one Evil Mistress Kate. (Who is Evil Mistress Kate, you ask? You’ll have to wait for Spank or Treat to find out.)
For Saturday Spankings and Sunday Snippets this weekend, here’s a little peek into the woes of naughty Irishey and the overworked disciplinarian who must tame her. In our scene, the recalcitrant Irishey has begged, pouted, issued threats, and tried to use martial arts to wriggle out of her much-deserved spanking. Evil Mistress Kate has had enough.
“You shouldn’t try to pretend to be all big and tough; you’re too little for that,” Irishey taunted.
Sadly for her, Evil Mistress Kate flicked her multicolored martinet in a scattershot across the backs of Irishey’s bare calves. “Accept your punishment like a big girl, or I’ll take down those shorts and whip your bare bottom,” Kate threatened.
Despite herself, Irishey cringed. How could she face everyone in blogland afterward if they witnessed her cruel (and entirely undeserved, to her mind) treatment at the hands of this formidable woman? Too late, Irishey regretted opening her mouth to sass instead of save her bottom.
“No more smart remarks? Perhaps we are getting somewhere at last,” Kate said as she hauled Irishey over her lap to spank bare thighs with abandon.
I was asked an interesting question this week.
“What appeals to you about spanking?”
Short of pointing the asker to my blog, I wasn’t sure how to respond in a few words.
The asker continued, “Spanking doesn’t do much for me in the way of play.”
I paused and thought about it for a while. I found a few old blog posts on why I write about spanking:
- Writing my first spanking story (as a child)
- How I came to publish spanking fiction
- How writing spanking enabled me to move past the fiction writing block imposed by my dad’s cancer
- What I’ve learned about life by writing spanking stories
Those are some of my favorite posts from my years of blogging, but they don’t answer the original question.
There’s the sensual appeal, absolutely. The thrill, the tingly butterflies of anticipation, and drawn-out banter/flirting involved.
Then there’s intimacy. I know some people who would more easily forgive their partner sleeping with someone else than spanking someone else. I can understand that. It’s an act of immense trust, loyalty, and vulnerability.
There’s the power dynamic. M/F won’t do it for me, ever. A man who tries to joke about spanking me is lucky to keep his body parts intact afterward. A man who barely knows me and/or sends me pictures of naked body parts with talk of spanking…well, that’s why the internet gurus invented block, unfriend, and delete. But (for me only, as this is my blog), that supreme moment when one human being reaches out to help another human being become better…that’s powerful. Spanking as therapy has become a cliche and overused as a fetish, but for me the motivation remains pure. To find someone at her lowest, to use spanking as a physical act to accomplish what words cannot…to me, that is power. It’s also a way to ground someone into the here-and-now when the here and now becomes too painful (pun not intended). A few spanks hurt far less than the emotional turmoil needing resolution.
The act of (adult) spanking, in Ana’s world, is an exquisite moment of love. Sure, I enjoy a good joke and tease, but the actual act is as special as a child offering me her crayon drawing. It says, “Here I am. I trust you, I love you, and I’m willing to let you see me at my most vulnerable.” It also says, “I care about you, you are important to me, and I will honor the trust you’ve given me.”
While of course there are physical risks that come with spanking, the biggest (for me) is the heart. Trusting the wrong person can lead to heartbreak, and trusting the right person gives life affirmation in a way nothing else can.
(If you’ve read my books, you might point out that many of my characters, especially Kat and Natalie, use spanking for play. That’s because of the trust in their relationship; it’s not play for its own sake.)
Mira, from Desire in Any Language, has found new love in the stunning and brilliant diplomat, Hana Takahashi. Mira adores her, even when Hana gives her provoking calls in public. Equal parts exasperated and turned on, Mira continues to reflect on the changes Hana has brought into Mira’s life.
I never thought I would be the sort of person to say dirty things in supermarkets or proclaim my love in front of strangers. I think of myself as shy, unassuming, or even ordinary. But life with Hana has taught me even the most ordinary of events can become extraordinary. She makes me – in some ways when I’d rather not – find excitement in the everyday. With her, every day is a discovery; each meeting is an occasion.
“Why didn’t you get more apples?” Hana asks when I return home. Or, rather, to her home, the home from which we will begin our travels tonight. It’s hard to believe we will take our first trip together.
Mira’s Miracle is now available from Blushing Books! It’s not yet on Amazon, but it should be very soon. I hope you enjoyed your sneak peek. 🙂 By the way, it’s not too late to enter the two-part contest to win your very own vial of cinnamon oil. Why would you want cinnamon oil? Read Mira’s Miracle to find out!
Mira’s Miracle (with Maren Smith)
Whisked away to the fairytale Castle for a dream vacation, Mira confronts her darkest fears.
Vacationing at Master Marshall’s world-renowned Castle should have spelled Fantasy Land, but for Mira the trip means paying a debt. She promised to work hard at her translator’s certificate course while her advisor went on maternity leave, but distraction arrives in the form of her first love. Diplomat Hana Takahashi, from Desire in Any Language, captures Mira’s total attention. Between Hana’s stringent embassy security and Mira’s draconian school dormitory curfew, their stolen kisses drive Mira wild with desire. Hana makes a bet with Mira: keep up with her schoolwork or take a trip of Hana’s choice, according to Hana’s rules. No veto power.
When Mira presents her inadequate end-of-term report, Hana books a dream vacation—of Hana’s dreams. Safe within the Castle, the elaborate role playing kink haven, Hana turns Mira into her little girl. Complete with a private nurse, playroom with its nanny in charge, and a schoolroom filled with naughty pupils and a stern teacher, the Castle’s ageplay wing reduces Mira to a child from the moment of her arrival. Hana’s word is law, and all of the Castle employees carry out her orders for Mira.
However, Mira’s natural resistance leads to tantrums, defiance, and spankings from every adult who assists with her care. When she encounters a tutor who triggers her deepest fears, she must face her residual trauma over the duplicitous “Mistress Susan.” Is Mira ready for the maternal nurturing offered by Hana, or will her unhealed wounds drive everyone away? Can she become Hana’s little girl, or will she safeword out of the Castle to return to everyday life…without Hana? Will there be a miracle for Mira?
Warning: contains ageplay, mouth-soaping, spankings, and sex scenes
My newest release, Mira’s Miracle, follows the adventures of Mira from Desire in Any Language. This week, I’ll let the sentences speak for themselves. 🙂
“Mira-chan,” she purrs into the small electronic earpiece for my cell phone, “tell me the color of your panties.”
The luscious red apple splurts juice as my fingernails dig into the flesh. “I’m at the supermarket!” A bent-over curly-haired woman hobbles by with a baby bundled on her back, and a loudspeaker blares with some harried employee’s voice extolling the virtues of some limited time offer promotion. Buy one get one free, or fifty percent off, or a special sample, or a cooking demonstration. I shuffle in between stacks of food. When I came to South Korea last year to enroll in a translator certification course, I knew many things would be different from my native United States. I expected the language and cultural differences, but I didn’t expect the rest.
Today’s offering comes from Simple Gifts, the prequel to “Complicated Gifts” in Love’s Reprise (links and blurbs below). Carene Moraghan and Leila Feran, childhood bunkmates from yearly summer music camp, have remained best friends even as their paths diverged–Carene to teach junior high orchestra in a small town, Leila to head the prestigious, world-renowned Philharmonic Symphony as concertmaster and principal first violinist. They keep in touch with letters, phone calls, and visits…at least until workaholic Leila cripples her wrist with her long hours of practice and performance. Confined to a splint and unable to work or even perform basic daily tasks, she moves in with Carene during her recovery period.
Never one to shirk from duty, Carene cares for Leila and enforces her one house rule: No divas allowed. None of the posturing that comes along with being a famous musician. No spoiled tantrums when she can’t get her own way. It takes more than one spanking to convince Leila that Carene means business, but finally Leila submits. In a symbolic gesture of her submission, Leila brings her beloved Stradivarius violin to Carene and asks her to prepare the instrument for use.
“Do it for me.”
No one except luthiers had touched Leila’s instrument before. The flamed reddish-brown glaze, the delicate wood, and the craftsmanship that had cost more than Carene’s down payment for her house were all Leila’s sacred territory. Wordlessly, Carene picked up the violin, careful not to soil the priceless finish with the oil from her fingers, and hooked the soft rubber gripper feet of the shoulder rest to the body of the violin. She tilted the shoulder pad. Next she set the violin back in its open case and took out Leila’s favorite bow, twisted the screw at the end to tighten the hair, and held the cake of dark green-black rosin in her hand. She unfastened the protective cloth around the rosin and slid cake up and down the fine white horsehair. She laid the prepared bow next to the violin, her eyes never having left Leila’s face.
Music. Without the love of her life, how can Leila learn to live again?
Professional violinist Leila Feran is accustomed to fame as the youngest and first female concertmaster of the Philharmonic Symphony. Driven to achieve ever-increasing heights, she injures her wrist so badly that she may no longer be able to play. While she recovers, she moves in with her childhood best friend, a pianist and beloved orchestra teacher in a small town.
Carene welcomes Leila with open arms and only one condition: no divas allowed. And if Leila can’t follow the house rules, she might find herself over Carene’s knee…or worse. In between arguments over physical therapy and house rules, Carene’s zero-tolerance policy regarding divas results in some old-fashioned discipline that changes into something more.
Will Leila and Carene’s new feelings for each other blossom into something wonderful? Or will Leila lose not just a friend, but her potential soul mate?
“Complicated Gifts” (short story sequel to Simple Gifts)
In this short story follow-up to Simple Gifts, Leila has recovered from surgery but faces a new dilemma: Go home to her symphony or stay with her love, Carene? She assumes Carene will jump at the chance to move to the big city, but Carene is surrounded by the small-town community that has nurtured her since her college graduation. Tempers fly and feelings get hurt on both sides until they each face their worst fears.
Does love mean getting your own way? Or does love mean making sacrifices for another? Carene and Leila must choose.
Kate Richards wrote to me a while ago, asking what she could contribute to the Advent Calendar. I thought for a bit and suggested, “How about a gift certificate for sex toys?”
I think she picked herself off the floor a few hours later.
Today, we’ll be doing something a bit different. Kate has set up a story scenario, and at my request has deliberately chosen non-gender-specific names. You can write F/F, M/M, M/F, F/M…whatever your heart desires! You can write your own story response, or you can add to a response someone else has already begun.
Please try to keep references to sex and sexual acts…ahem…discreet, shall we say? 😉
(Disclaimer: Neither Kate nor Governing Ana has received any compensation, financial or otherwise, for mentioning Adam and Eve in this post or offering the gift certificate as a prize. Adam and Eve won’t know if you look at other sex toy online stores…because we know how awful it is to make you look at sex toys. :P)
I often wonder how it would be to win a really nifty prize…like the Advent Calendar’s 50 dollar Adam and Eve gift card. And as I always do when I try to figure out how something would work, I wrote a story about it.
When Lee and Sam met, it was all fireworks and rock-the-earth passion. But time passes, routines build and even the most passionate lovers can drift into a familiarity that drives the excitement out of life. Yes, even Lee and Sam…once envied by their friends as the Couple of the Decade. One evening, after Lee put away the leftover meatloaf and tater tots, waiting for Sam to finish watching yet another reality TV show, an event happened to change everything. Lee clicked the computer mouse to play Candy Crush Saga and…well, here’s what happened:
Lee and Sam…and the Magnificent Prize!
Lee, leaping up and down in glee: Honey, I won a fifty dollar gift card from the fabulous Advent Calendar event held by the even more fabulous Anastasia Vitsky.
Sam: You’re blocking the screen.
Lee, scooting to the side: Sorry, but this is a life-changer.
Sam, in a disgruntled voice: Who really thinks these things are real? And look at the outfit on that one…do you think they make them dress that way? What a bunch of idiots.
Lee, crestfallen: But I won! Don’t you want to help me pick out my prize?
Sam, distracted: This is my favorite show. I need to see what happens.
Lee: Okay…but if you don’t participate, there’s no telling what I might buy….
Sam: That’s nice, bring me some ice cream if you’re having some, okay?
Lee: Do I look like I’m having ice cream? I’m going shopping.
Sam: Make it chocolate, thanks. Hey, don’t let him talk to you that way. Who puts these shows on TV anyway? Do they think we’re dumb enough to just sit here and….
Ut oh, dear readers, I got stuck. I need your help! Well, Lee and Sam do.
Clearly, our loving couple has fallen into dire straits. Can even a 50 dollar Adam and Eve gift card save this relationship? Return them to the couple who made love on the hood of their car on Mulholland Drive, overlooking the lights of Los Angeles and didn’t even notice the police arrive…on the night they met? Who went to Tahiti for the weekend on the spur of the moment? Who didn’t come out of their hotel room the entire time and never did see the beach there? Who brought one another little gifts, stuck love notes in brown bag lunches (because after Tahiti they were broke for a long time, ever price last minute trips to Tahiti?)?
It’s up to you to save them! Finish the story, what does Lee do to save the day? There is a prize in it for the best scenario. So use your imagination…and the Adam and Eve online catalogue… www.adameve.com to show how winning such a fabulous prize can change everything.
Look for the much-anticipated sequel for Ana’s Advent Calendar 2014! “Sex Toy Story 2: Now With Improved Buzz Lightyear!”
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Weekend Writing Warriors, Seductive Studs and Sirens, and Snippet Sunday! (If you want to be entered in a prize drawing for today and the grand prize drawing at the end of the month please see links below.)
So far, we’ve had a fairly tame (if hilarious) first week of Ana’s Advent Calendar. Giving Tuesday, St. Knickerless Day, ways to fake earning a spot on Santa’s Nice List…we’ve kept the silliness within (dare I say it?) downright vanilla territory.
Today, I’d like to introduce a bit of sizzle to our conversation. Each Saturday, I showcase eight sentences from one of my books or works in progress. My current WIP is a sequel to Desire in Any Language, a coming-out and coming-of-age story. Mira, studying abroad in South Korea to be a translator, finds herself fascinated by the cultural of corporal punishment. She meets Hana, an alluring but fun-loving diplomat who breaks the rules. The following excerpt is Mira’s memory of their early courtship.
“I don’t want you to fall behind in your schoolwork because you’re seeing me,” she said on our fourth date, when we pretended to watch a film at the local cinema. My answer was lost as she placed her lips over mine, cupping the back of my neck with both hands. I’m sure it broke all of her embassy’s protocol for conduct in a foreign country, but the faintly buttery embrace made me forget my objections.
“I won’t,” I promised, never dreaming she would hold me to it. By our sixth date, strolling around the pond near my dormitory because I couldn’t get security clearance for her housing complex, I knew better.
“Maybe this should be fun,” she whispered, as she propped me against a secluded building for a few warm-up swats. She’d tried to spank me before, but each attempt led to more pressing events. I learned to wear turtlenecks so I could hide the hickeys after our dates.
Advent Calendar players, please choose one or more questions based on their appropriateness for you. This a work-sharing post, so I will not reply to every comment because it tends to be overkill. 🙂 However, I will read and treasure each one of your responses.
- Have you ever allowed new love to distract you from your responsibilities? How or how not?
- How would you feel if someone swatted your bottom on a second or third date?
- Which is more intimate for you, spanking or sex? (Yes, you can only choose one! Yes, you MUST choose one.)
- Respond to the snippet any way you like. 🙂
Desire in Any Language
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, 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 poignant and compelling read.
SEQUEL: COMING SOON!
The team of Alta Hensley, Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, and I brought to you Coming to Terms earlier this year. Next year, we’ll bring you a sequel titled Milestones. In my short story, you’ll get to see Karielle and Soris (from Becoming Clissine) before they became a couple. Studious Soris and temper pot Karielle can’t stand each other, but tradition and duty force them to marry and live with each other. In order to perform her duty as Dis (disciplinarian) of the household, Soris must chastise Karielle in order to bring her to rightness with Basti, their deity. Can a loving relationship be formed through pain, or will they remain locked in a loveless marriage?
One powerful muscled leg poised to run, Karielle watched her new Dis lift her hands in supplication to their statue of Basti. The bamboo rod glistened in the reflected light of the cleansing pool, and Karielle shivered underneath the thin scarlet penitent’s robe. Droplets of the holy water fell into the pool, and she held her arms close to her chest.
“Forgive me, Basti, for I have sinned and am unworthy,” she recited. She refused to believe the words she spoke, but her recent promise had been made to the entire Assembly in front of her parents. And Basti. “Punish me,” she whispered, laying her trim athlete’s body across the unforgiving wood of the disciplinary stand.
Soris, Dis of the House of Sor, raised her rod of correction to enforce the primary rule she had been taught since birth: True rightness with Basti must be purchased through tears of repentance and pain.
Penelope Hasler, the brave spanked heroine of last week’s snippet, returns this week in the form of Miss Hasler, a strict but fair teacher who expects order. Naughty Natasha Knight does not take Miss Hasler seriously, much to her chagrin. Miss Hasler does not appreciate sass.
“Hold still, girl!” Miss Hasler ordered, applying the plimsoll with–it must be admitted–enthusiasm to the delicate blue silk knickers squirming across her lap.
“How’m I supposed to hold still when–owwww!” Natasha’s arms and legs flailed each time the rubber sole made contact. “Of all the ridiculous reasons for–OW! Stop it!”
“I’ll give the orders, insolent minx!” Miss Hasler shook out her weary hand and adjusted her grip on the well-worn implement before laying several additional hearty swats. While nothing satisfied her as much as taking this cheeky miss down a peg or two, Natasha’s lack of discipline made the affair more tiring than usual. “Now, march yourself into the corner and be thankful I didn’t take out my cane.”
Natasha’s chin came up, but another crack of the gym shoe sent her scurrying to the wall, both hands cupped protectively around her swollen bottom cheeks that sported angry red lines from the imprint of Miss Hasler’s weapon.
“In future, you would do best not to call your teacher a dork.”
“Even if it’s true?”
Oh, dear! The very naughty Natasha! What do you think happens next?