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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For love of the game: baseball and DD

This summer, something strange happened: I became a baseball fan.

Intentionally? No.

Willingly? No.

Gladly? Yes.

I grew up whacking wiffle balls, hitting the rubbery T-stand instead of the ball, and occupying a strange nowhere space. On one side were the girls who wore nail polish from birth and color-coordinated their orthodontic elastics with their outfits and Trapper Keepers. On the other side were the “sluggers” who won respect from the boys for their athletic prowess.

Me? I dabbled in nearly every sport, was just good enough to play on the teams, but never reached a level of competence where I’d be respected for my skills. Once I graduated from junior high and teams no longer were obligated to accept every would-be team member, sports-for-fun turned into sports-the-talented-kids-played. I buried myself in my academics, literature, and music. Sports? Whatever!

Fast forward a few years. Okay, more than a few. 😀

On my travels this summer, I pondered souvenirs for my family. It’s tough to buy gifts for people who are picky and don’t really need anything. I tell you, buying gifts is not at all fun when you see them unused year after year! Then, I heard a passerby make a comment about a baseball cap.

Baseball, hm? My dad likes baseball!

In a flash, an internet search presented me with several possibilities for souvenir shops selling sports mementos. The next day, I traveled on the metro to a gigantic sports complex large enough for a dedicated baseball field.

As fate would have it, I entered precisely as hordes of other metro riders swarmed to the ticket entrances. It was a game day! Cheerful, bright-colored flags, caps, jerseys, and various cheering tools dotted the landscape. I stood for a moment, lost in the swirl of energy. I wish I were going to the game, I thought. What? I asked myself. You don’t like sports.

Three days later, I sat in the outfield bleachers past first base to watch my first professional baseball game in years.

I could tell you that the crowd sang, cheered, applauded, and stamped their feet.

I could tell you that I sat close enough to watch the right fielder make an amazing catch.

I could tell you that the evening sun slanted across the dome and made the grass gleam.

I could tell you that the PR system blared with rollicking music and television cameras roamed the stadium for close-up shots of the seventh-inning break where a couple kisses for the camera.

I could tell you that a young couple in front of me clasped hands, each wearing a jersey of a favorite player, and snuggled each other as they cheered for their team.

But even if I told you all of that, I couldn’t explain to you the strange and new experience inside of me.

There’s an elegance about baseball, especially for the right fielder+ who waits patiently throughout the inning. In an ideal game, he’s* never needed because the pitcher strikes out all of the batters or limits hits to small infield. In an average game, perhaps he makes a few catches here and there…but are they ever spectacular!

Or not.

As I made more trips to the baseball stadium and watched games streamed online, I saw right fielders fumble a catch, run too slowly, or fail to respond quickly enough to a ball hurtling toward them.

When the catch did occur, it was magnificent. Arm outstretched, glove snapping closed, legs propelling the body in the right direction, and perhaps a dive or slide to punctuate the winning play. Sometimes it resulted in the end of the inning or even a game. One catch snatched a would-be homerun ball. Have you heard of Ichiro Suzuki and his famous laser beam? This guy can throw a ball from the depths of right field…straight to home plate. If you haven’t seen him, you should watch this video.

As I watched the miraculous catch and later re-watched the moment on instant replay, I was struck at the similarity between a right fielder and a HoH in a domestic discipline relationship.

A great right fielder watches, without interfering, while play occurs. A great right fielder doesn’t necessarily expect to be involved in every play–that’s the responsibility of the infielders, especially the pitcher and catcher.

Instead, a great right fielder waits, always ready, to respond to the situation at hand. No one ever announces, “I’m going to hit a ball to right field!” Instead, within a nanosecond, a bat goes flying and a ball rushes straight toward (or not even close) to the right fielder on whom all eyes now rest. A pitcher, usually the focus of the game (no one ever says “starting right fielder” or credits an entire game as a “save” by the right fielder), wipes his brow in relief as the right fielder leaps or dives for the catch.

A right fielder doesn’t do the job for the pitcher or basemen, and he doesn’t strip them of independence. Instead, he is in the background and waiting to be needed. Then he steps in, identifies the problem, and takes swift action.

In the meantime, he does calisthenics, drills, and other preparation to be ready for the moment.

As I swoon over my favorite right fielder, I think to myself, Isn’t that what we all want? Someone to catch us before we fall?

DD. Catching us before we fall.

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*In this post, I say “he” when referring to baseball players because I fell in love with men’s professional baseball. Of course women can play baseball, and of course women can be HoHs.

+Center fielders and left fielders are also beloved and worthy members of the team, but I sat next to the right fielder. Therefore, right fielders are sexy. 😀

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?

Madame Big Shot: #Satspanks, #Seductive SnS, 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.

“Hurry up!” Carene called back. “They’re not going to hold the plane so the great Leila Feran can board.”

“Yes, they will!” Leila blustered. “The pilot will tell everyone to wait because they have an important personage who will grace their presence with—ow! Ow!” She shrieked as Carene’s arm snaked underneath her elbow and jerked her face-down across the pile of clothes she was trying to shove into her suitcase. Something hard swatted her backside several times in succession.

“You were saying, Madame Big Shot?” Carene flipped Leila’s skirt up and applied more smacks over her nylons. Leila squirmed, her body shivering with a delicious delight.

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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?