Penelope Hasler’s Spanking: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

This week’s snippet is in honor of Penelope Hasler, a dear friend who always brightens my day. She loves a good role play and age play, and our mutual friend Tara Finnegan has volunteered to give Little Miss Penny a good spanking. Out of respect for Headmistress Blake’s eight-sentence limit, this snippet begins immediately after the spanking. I know! I’m sorry, but I don’t want to run afoul of our headmistress.

Beribboned pigtails bouncing, Penny slipped around to lay her head on Tara’s shoulder. Tara turned, cradling the girl in her arms.

“Shh,” she soothed, running her fingers through the silky hair. “You were brave, and I’m proud of you.”

Penny lifted a hand to her flushed cheek, sniffling and gulping back sobs. Bright tears sparkled unshed on dark, curling eyelashes. “Ow,” she whimpered, her other hand brushing back to rub her knicker-clad bottom before Tara enclosed both of Penny’s hands in her own.

“Be a good girl,” she admonished, and she lifted the smaller girl’s chin to rest trustingly in her palm.

Alice Gets Spanked! #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

On Wednesday, I announced the winners of the first-ever “Happy Spanker” award, meaning an author who contributed a great deal toward the Spank or Treat 2013 fun. Maren Smith and Alice Dark shared the award, and they were offered their choice of gifts. Maren chose to receive The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus, and Alice elected to receive a spanking. The “Evil Queen,” known for her naughty tales of F/F spanking (particularly caning!), is featured in today’s eight-sentence mini-story.

 

The setup: Previously, the naughty Emily Tilton found herself on the wrong side of our formidable Headmistress Blake. After her punishment, Irishey wrote a lively tale of Emily’s plot for revenge. Enter Miss Alice Dark, Head Girl of our naughty bunch. Alice took it upon herself to cane the errant Emily for her misdeeds, but alas! She overstepped her authority and must face the wrath of a Headmistress Blake who reserves for herself alone the pleasure of punishing girls. Poor Alice! Or shall we say, lucky Alice? 😉

 

 

 At Headmistress Blake’s awful pronouncement, Alice spread her skirts and sank to the floor in a graceful curtsy. “I apologize for having wronged you, Headmistress,” she said in a soft gasp. “I forgot my place.”

 

“Then I shall have to remind you,” Headmistress Blake answered, fingering the slender, crooked-handle cane she kept always at the ready. “Be so good as to assume the position, Miss Dark.”

 

Alice rose, stretched her supple arms, and folded herself into the hands-gripping-ankles position she had observed but rarely performed. Her lithe body folded like rippling silk, her taut leg and buttock muscles contracting as she focused on keeping her breath steady.

 

“I shall thoroughly enjoy caning you,” Headmistress Blake proclaimed, and Alice gave a delicious shudder as the woman raised her cane for the first strike.

 

(That’s all I’m allowed for this time, but if there is enough interest I may continue our Headmistress Tales next week. Hope you liked it!)

 

 

Meeting the parents: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

Release date for Becoming Clissine is fast approaching! Have you marked September 20th on your calendar? 🙂

We’re continuing sneak peeks of Becoming Clissine, the first book in my Bastia series that will be released on September 20th. Clissa has grown up in a world where heterosexual relationships are forbidden, and she now faces criminal charges for consorting with a boy. Altrea, the head of the Bastil (the governing body of Bastia), has Clissa listen to the charges against her before calling the assembly to prayer. Altrea reminds the gathering of the laws and regulations of their society, but Clissa remembers the principal law.

This week, we’re skipping to a new segment of the story, Clissa’s “reeducation.” In Bastia, each child is given a nurturing parent (“Nur”) and a disciplining parent (“Dis”). Children are not raised by biological parents (how children come about is a story for another snippet) but assigned to faithful couples as a reward from the Bastil. However, children who flout Bastian rule bring shame upon their entire families. (Spoiler: falling in love with a boy is one way to break the law!) If a child’s behavior is egregious enough, parental rights can be terminated. Even though Clissa is nearly twenty-one, she is handed to Soris and Karielle to be raised as their child. Their mandate? Do whatever is necessary to bring her back to Basti. Spankings and all.

In this week’s snippet, Clissa encounters the two women who will now govern her life. Meet her new parents, Soris and Karielle.

Part 1: Introduction to Bastia

Part 2: Prologue of Becoming Clissine, the first book in the Bastia series

Part 3: Clissa’s lack of repentance

Part 4: Altrea’s prayer for Clissa’s soul

Part 5: Love, the first commandment

Part 6: Forbidden pleasure

Karielle patted Clissa’s cheek again. “We’ve got a nice room for you ready at home, and we’ll help you adjust to your new life. Dis is right; we’ll be strict if you give us trouble, but you won’t want that.”

“But my Dis and Nur…”

“…are right here, and you must never speak of anyone else again.”

“But you’re not my Nur and she’s not my Dis!” Clissa broke out of Karielle’s arms, and Karielle sighed before depositing Clissa in front of Soris.

“Clie, sooner or later you will learn: you do as you are told, and calling anyone else ‘Dis’ or ‘Nur’ earns you punishment.”

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I like it: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

Apologies for the late posting this week. I’m still jetlagged and in vampire mode–awake by night and asleep by day. We’re going to take a brief break from Becoming Clissine: Bastia, Book One and preview “Complicated Gifts,” the short-story sequel to Simple Gifts that will premiere in October along with stories by Cassandre Dayne, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Richards, and Olivia Starke. Look for Love’s Reprise, a story about second chances!

This scene is part of the prologue, and it is an intermezzo between the two stories. “Complicated Gifts” takes place several months after Simple Gifts, and by the time the story begins Leila and Carene have become an official romantic couple. What happens next is…shall I say? Complicated. 🙂

(Punctuation has been altered to comply with the 8-sentence rule.)

Carene gripped Leila’s shoulders, pulling her closer.

“Shh,” Carene lay her head against the pillow and focused on the dark brown eyes watching her with such tenderness a huge lump filled her throat. “I should spank you for this.” She meant for it to be a threat, to re-establish control, but the thrill of electricity snapped through her.

“Please…spank me..I like it,” Leila murmured, lifting Carene’s hand toward her own bottom.

Carene let it fall against the rounded softness, the silky skin that had distracted her at Leila’s last spanking. Carene had meant to punish. Not for a rush of warmth and wetness to carry her to a plane where all she could feel was Leila next to her, moving as one with her, caressing her and telling her she was beautiful.

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Forbidden pleasure: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

We’re continuing sneak peeks of Becoming Clissine, the first book in my Bastia series that will be released on September 20th. Clissa has grown up in a world where heterosexual relationships are forbidden, and she now faces criminal charges for consorting with a boy. Altrea, the head of the Bastil (the governing body of Bastia), has Clissa listen to the charges against her before calling the assembly to prayer. Altrea reminds the gathering of the laws and regulations of their society, but Clissa remembers the principal law.

This week’s snippet shows the beginning of Clissa’s relationship with Destral, her love interest. He is a classmate at her university, and he helps her study. Er, “helps” her study, that is. 🙂

Part 1: Introduction to Bastia

Part 2: Prologue of Becoming Clissine, the first book in the Bastia series

Part 3: Clissa’s lack of repentance

Part 4: Altrea’s prayer for Clissa’s soul

Part 5: Love, the first commandment

Clissa turned her head away, trying not to hear his words. If she focused on the Bastian history exam questions, she could ignore the unwanted changes in her heart rate. She and Destral had shared a crib as babies when their parents got together. They were like brother and sister–weren’t they?

Destral wrapped his fingers around hers, patting the soft, fleshy underside of her palm. Each meeting of skin against skin blazed an unforgettable imprint. She tried to shove him away, but he lifted their linked hands and touched his lips to the inside of her wrist. She shivered with a delicious, forbidden pleasure before balling her curled-up hands in her lap and glaring at him.

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Love, the first commandment: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

We’re continuing sneak peeks of Becoming Clissine, the first book in my Bastia series that will be released on September 20th. Clissa has grown up in a world where heterosexual relationships are forbidden, and she now faces criminal charges for consorting with a boy. Altrea, the head of the Bastil (the governing body of Bastia), has Clissa listen to the charges against her before calling the assembly to prayer. Altrea reminds the gathering of the laws and regulations of their society, but Clissa remembers the principal law.

Part 1: Introduction to Bastia

Part 2: Prologue of Becoming Clissine, the first book in the Bastia series

Part 3: Clissa’s lack of repentance

Part 4: Altrea’s prayer for Clissa’s soul

Clissa resolutely kept her eyes open while everyone else murmured entreaties with closed eyes and bent heads. She wondered what her Dis and Nur were praying and whether their public shame was too much for them to bear. Did they want her sent away to serve a sentence, out of reach of judgment and ridicule?

“Clissa, daughter of Lystel,” Altrea commanded, “you are young, and this is your first offense. If you confess your sins to us, your punishment will be light. If you obstruct justice, you will be taught a terrible lesson about what it means to violate the Commandments of Basti.”

Love, that was the principal Commandment Clissa had recited every year of religious instruction–or did love only apply to people who had not broken the law? Wasn’t the first principle of Bastian law that Basti loved all?

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Rightness with you: #Satspanks, #SnippetSunday, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, Snippet Sunday, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

We’re continuing sneak peeks of Becoming Clissine, the first book in my Bastia series that will be released on September 11th. Clissa has grown up in a world where heterosexual relationships are forbidden, and she now faces criminal charges for consorting with a boy. Altrea, the head of the Bastil (the governing body of Bastia), has Clissa listen to the charges against her. At the mention of Basti, their deity, the entire assembly–except for Clissa–falls to its knees. Partly in response to Clissa’s show of defiance/lack of piety, Altrea calls the assembly to prayer. Before passing judgment on Clissa, the Bastil needs the blessing of its deity.

Part 1: Introduction to Bastia

Part 2: Prologue of Becoming Clissine, the first book in the Bastia series

Part 3: Clissa’s lack of repentance

The congregation rose again, and two guards hauled Clissa to her feet. The chains got caught in her pants leg, and she pitched forward. At a blow from the rubber baton, she jerked the chain with such force that it tore her pants up to the knee. A bead of dark blood welled up, burst, and trickled down her leg in a fine, cobwebby line.

Altrea turned her back to the crowd, lifting a scarlet surplice over her head and throwing her head back. “Basti,” she called out, “we have sinned, and we are not worthy. Grant us your wisdom in order to bring judgment on your lost child, the sinner Clissa, daughter of Lystel. Show us how we must bring her back to rightness with you.”

Lack of repentance: #Satspanks, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

A few weeks ago, I introduced the concept for my new series, Bastia. The first book, titled Becoming Clissine, will come out on September 11th. In this book, we are introduced to a world where same-sex relationships are required by the totalitarian theocracy, and opposite-sex relationships are prosecuted by the church/state. Today’s snippet continues from last week’s peek at the prologue of Becoming Clissine. Clissa is brought before the Bastil, the governing body of Bastia, and charged with having a relationship with a boy. What makes this crime even worse? Clissa is the daughter of Lystel, one of the most prominent women in Bastia. The charge of heterosexuality is devastating enough, but that it comes from one of the premiere Houses of Bastia makes it nearly unbearable. Lystel and Methra, Clissa’s parents, are so ashamed that they don’t know where to look.

Clissa tossed her head back and squared her shoulders underneath the thick, rough cotton jumpsuit. She stared at one audience member after another, holding her face expressionless until each one turned away. They were used to seeing humble supplication. Even allowing for the arrogance of youth, Clissa’s lack of repentance must have been unnerving in its lack of precedence. She narrowed her eyes at a father who held his son in his lap. The son could not have been older than seven or eight, the age when Clissa had first been allowed to witness Bastil proceedings. How proud she had been, and what contempt she had shown the poor prisoner who was brought to court! Remembering that day, Clissa’s anger faltered.

Before the Bastil: #Satspanks, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

A few weeks ago, I introduced the concept for my new series, Bastia. The first book, titled Becoming Clissine, will come out on September 11th. In this book, we are introduced to a world where same-sex relationships are required by the totalitarian theocracy, and opposite-sex relationships are prosecuted by the church/state. Today’s snippet comes from the prologue of Becoming Clissine. Clissa is brought before the Bastil, the governing body of Bastia, and charged with having a relationship with a boy. What makes this crime even worse? Clissa is the daughter of Lystel, one of the most prominent women in Bastia. The charge of heterosexuality is devastating enough, but that it comes from one of the premiere Houses of Bastia makes it nearly unbearable. Lystel and Methra, Clissa’s parents, are so ashamed that they don’t know where to look.

“Assistant, read the charges against Clissa, daughter of Lystel.”

Somewhere in the crowd the Dis and Nur of Lys, Lystel and Methra, watched the proceedings. They had forgone their usual seats of honor in favor of anonymity. Although a few other well-known Houses had had children run afoul of the Bastil, none were as prominent as the House of Lys—or as vocal in their opposition to leniency for criminals. Would Lystel ever be able to overcome her shame, or had Clissa ruined their House forever?

The bell-ringer unrolled an elegant parchment scroll. In recent generations, electronic and technological improvements had changed life in everyday Bastia, but not within the walls of the Bastil. Here, court scribes took notes in shorthand while using quill-and-ink pens.

If I like it: #Satspanks, #SeductiveSnS, and #Wewriwa

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, Seductive Studs and Sirens, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

Today’s snippet features Carene and Leila, the main characters from Simple Gifts. This fall, I will be publishing a F/F anthology with Lucy Felthouse, Kate Richards, Cassandre Dayne, and Olivia Starke. My contribution to the anthology will be a short story sequel to Simple Gifts.

The central conflict in my short story, tentatively titled “Complicated Gifts”, is how Carene and Leila will negotiate their new relationship and geographic distance. When Leila gets ready for her trip back to the big city, she and Carene decide to have a little fun.

As Joseph McNamara pointed out last week, Madame Big Shot got a Big Swat…or two or ten! Read the fun here as it is a setup for today’s snippet. Carene and Leila are having fun, but it’s tough to say who’s enjoying things more. (Punctuation has been altered to comply with the eight-sentence rule.)

“You said to hurry,” Leila protested, turning her head to look at Carene, “but this is kind of the opposite of hurrying.”

“Oh, I’ll hurry,” Carene answered, “and we can start this way: let’s get your clothes off.”

Leila froze in disbelief. “Did those words come out of your mouth–not mine?” Not that she was complaining; Carene was the one who needed coaxing in this area, not her.

Carene blushed. “All the better to spank you,” she managed to say, but her eyes couldn’t meet Leila’s.

“But you said it hardly counts if I like it,” Leila purred.

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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 potential soul mate, but also her friend?