No, the peek inside my soon-to-be published novella, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie. You can click this link to download a FREE copy containing the first 5 Chapters of Stephanie. The entire novella will be available for download to your ereader from various vendors by Cyber Monday, November 27th, 2017. If you are a book reviewer or would like to receive an advance copy in order to publicize Stephanie on your social platforms, Amazon or Goodreads, please contact Ina Morata [Owner, Editor, Publisher of Clarian Press] at this contact link to send an email of query for an ARC. The excerpt below the picture is a teaser from Chapter 4.
“Too many people were trying out various spoons and cutting boards. So we created the separate, adults-only Triple D Club — Discipline Department Dungeon — for all our valued spankos. You can fill out a membership card online.” He reached a locked door and pressed a code into the keypad. “Here we are. All the kitchen and bath utensils gathered in one place. We have large screen televisions, refreshments and plenty of chairs and tables. The only caveat is no completely bare bottomed spanking: we are a family store after all. Thongs or wedgies are fine, just no flashing of private parts please. Have fun and thank you for shopping at Everyday Goods.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Garcia.” Stephanie greeted her neighbor with a friendly hug. “Are we ready to go?”
“Almost, dear. I’ll need to inspect your bottom first. We are going shopping for toys and I need to make sure you’ll be able to handle any tests.”
“Tests? I thought we were going to purchase a vibrator?”
“We are, Stephanie — among other things — but you need to have something besides the hairbrush here at your place when you need your spankings.”
Stephanie began to protest, saying her boss had demanded to apply vitamin E twice a day at work. “Plus, you have been ‘inspecting’ and lubing me every morning and night for the past three days! I’ve been so wet I had to wear a pad to work. I don’t need another inspection or spanking. I’ve been a very good girl and haven’t been spanked since.”
Mrs. Garcia tapped her foot impatiently. “And what have we told you about your attitude?”
Stephanie looked away, not really upset, but remembering all the times her neighbors had spanked her for being disrespectful.
“Over my lap now so we can get going. If you’re wet that’s not my fault. That’s why we’re going shopping, so you can better manage your arousal.”
Stephanie continued to grumble but reluctantly obeyed. Once in position, ruffled skirt tossed up, panties lowered, Mrs. Garcia probed and squeezed the ample surface.
“A quick reminder to behave today, and then the oil.” Mrs. Garcia rapidly spanked back and forth with her hand for about thirty seconds, then drizzled some oil and rubbed it in all around Stephanie’s bottom. After one final wallop, Stephanie thanked her and they were off to the toy store.
Stephanie had never been inside Passion and Pleasures On Park. When she’d let slip the previous day to her coworkers that she was going there, they’d all squealed and exclaimed it was the best place to shop. They’d quickly opened the web page and, for the rest of the lunch hour, gave Stephanie a guided tour of all the items they liked. She was so embarrassed, but squirmed in her chair with damp panties for the rest of the day as she envisioned using the many products.
“Juanita, it’s so good to see you again,” the proprietor called out with a broad smile. “How are the twins? Did Antonio enjoy his birthday gift?”
Mrs. Garcia hugged the woman and affectionately kissed the cheek of her college roommate and maid-of-honor. “The twins are doing fine, thank you for asking, Dawn. As for Antonio, the man is a ravenous beast. He doesn’t need any more gifts.”
Dawn laughingly agreed. Raising one eyebrow and tilting her head with a smile, she asked, “And who is this adorable young lady?”
“Allow me to introduce my friend Stephanie.” Mrs. Garcia tugged the first-time visitor forward. “Stephanie, this is the owner, Dawn.”
Stephanie shook hands politely then, clearly distracted by the displayed products, ignored the two women chatting and slowly turned in a complete circle with a wide-eyed stare.
Mrs. Garcia exchanged a knowing glance and smile with Dawn. “Stephanie is here, believe it or not, because she doesn’t own a single toy or paddle!” She smirked as Dawn gasped in faux dismay — a retail trick — and took hold of Stephanie’s hands.
“You poor, neglected girl.” Dawn squeezed out a tear. “Don’t you worry; I’ll will take care of all your needs from top to bottom.” She looked her over critically and directed her question at Mrs. Garcia. “What should we start with? Pleasure or pain?”
“Well, Dawn, she doesn’t have a boyfriend at present to train her and put her through her paces. Her sexual desires are being sadly neglected, I’m afraid. She needs at least two different vibrators and two sizes of plugs.” She picked up a package and showed it to Dawn. “Do you still allow test drives of these in the private room?”
“Absolutely, Juanita,” Dawn exclaimed, her hand waving in the vague direction towards a red velvet curtain at the rear of the store. “Stephanie should take advantage of the opportunity to gauge her response level.” She looked her up and down and with a twirling hand gesture, motioned for Stephanie to spin in place. “I like your body, Stephanie. Some of the products are non-refundable after all and need to be fitted to size. I’ll help you find the perfect fit for your shape with our protective covered samples.”
“I’m not a docile mannequin,” Stephanie complained. “I don’t need to try them out here! What if someone else comes in?” pointing at a couple on the other side of the store. “Why can’t I wait till I get home?”
Mrs. Garcia shook her forefinger. “Stephanie! You promised to be a good girl and obey me. You will test drive the vibrators! No! Not another word out of you, young lady.” She spotted a bench behind the counter, sat down and sternly ordered Stephanie to get over her knees and flip up her skirt.
Mrs. Garcia scolded her as she took a small paddle from her purse. “You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful and letting you keep your panties on in the store.”
Dawn watched the preparations with a satisfied smile. “I think pain is up first. We’ll need to test drive some discipline toys as well.”
“I completely agree, Dawn. I wasn’t going to recommend that today, but obviously she needs a reminder. Pain before pleasure today, naughty girl. I hope you are satisfied with the results of your silly behavior.” As Dawn left to assist another client, Mrs. Garcia proceeded to briskly smack Stephanie for several minutes; then drove the lesson home with numerous medium and firm strokes. She finished off with ten very hard smacks.
The other staff went about their business helping other customers as the sounds of the spanking echoed in the store. Dawn was quite pleased when the impromptu discipline resulted in the sale of several paddles to a giggling couple. They even tried a couple of playful swats before they left.
And yes, I know it’s Tuesday, but Wednesday is racing across the Pacific. Besides that, I’ll have another WIP it Wednesday post tomorrow.
You are cordially invited to Stephanie’s grand unveiling this coming November 27th, 2017. Her starring turn in, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie, will be available for download by Clarian Press as an ebook on Kindle, iBooks, Nook, Kobo and through other digital platforms.
In addition, a paperback edition will be available for purchase in January, 2018 just in time for Valentine’s Day. In the meantime, enjoy the following excerpt which begins Stephanie’s Misadventures. [Please note, WordPress doesn’t format from Word without adding whole bunches of HTML coding.]
Early one weekday morning, Stephanie hummed happily as she admired her curves in the mirror — I am not overweight. In her typical, perky manner — thick hair swishing against her lower back — she bounced out the front door, only to crash headlong into Mrs. Garcia, who was on her way to daycare with her three-year-old twins. “Sorry, Mrs. Garcia!” Stephanie exclaimed. “I didn’t see you standing there!”
“How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Mrs. Garcia scolded her young next-door neighbor. “I don’t have time to properly punish you right now.” She glanced down at her watch with an annoyed frown. “But I can spare a minute or two. You are always in need of a good spanking, young lady.”
Stephanie slumped and hung her head, her long, straight brunette tresses hiding her blushing face. She reached in her Givenchy bag and pulled out a large boar bristle olivewood hairbrush.
“It’s too bad you’re so impulsive, Stephanie. Your brush sees the bulk of the action applied to your bottom rather than the bristles through your lovely locks.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Stephanie’s polite agreement ran in tandem with handing over the implement to the impatient hand. She spared a quick smile for the twins, who sat contentedly in a double stroller, suckling pacifiers as their mother rolled up her sleeves and prepared to swat.
“Hello,” From behind her, Stephanie heard a door close, and a deep voice she recognized only too well, got closer. “I see Stephanie has been naughty again.”
Mr. Johnson was her other fifth-floor next-door neighbor. An older gentleman, he treated Stephanie as a surrogate daughter.
“Yes, Sam,” sighed Mrs. Garcia. “She’s so clumsy. Would you mind watching the twins while I take Stephanie back inside for her spanking?”
“Not a problem. You know I love babysitting.”
Stephanie watched with a smidge of envy as Mr. Johnson cooed and winked at the twins, who promptly launched into a detailed conversation, which only their friends in daycare could possibly comprehend, of the merits of ice cream versus peas.
“Back inside your apartment, Stephanie, and assume the position,” barked Mrs. Garcia.
Stephanie — well-versed in the myriad of spanking positions after the past year of regular discipline — put both hands high upon the entryway wall, strained on tiptoe and thrust her skirted bottom out nice and proper for chastisement. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The hard weight bounced rigorously off her resilient cheeks.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” cried Stephanie, as sixty hard spanks were rapidly delivered in less than a minute. “Thank you, Mrs. Garcia for correcting my errant behavior.” Her earnestness was evident as she rubbed the flame in her nether cheeks. “I appreciate your concern for my well-being.”
During this process, I realized that writing flash fiction for my spanking blog, is much different than writing polished prose for publication. The entire 21-episode weekly run of Stephanie posts, totaled 25,500 words. As of this point, the current novella draft is up to 34,123, an increase of 8,623 words. Why the difference?
My flash fiction is normally either heavy on dialogue, or rich in narrative; but not both. I also tend to skimp on physical descriptions of characters and places. It’s difficult to squeeze a story into a set limit if you are flinging prose around with the literary equivalent of a paintbrush. By its very nature, flash fiction has to be streamlined with most of the descriptors implied.
Another serial I am currently posting, Kismet of Submission, is slightly more detailed, primarily because after only two episodes, I decided to turn it into a full-length novel of 100,000 words. Even so, limiting myself to 1,100 word weekly episodes, means that simply rewriting from the beginning, I can add thousands of words by fluffing up the prose.
Speaking of fluffing, below is a snippet of Stephanie to begin your weekend with something to savor.
Hope you enjoyed this update and see you for my next post, or get your daily spanking, at Spank Me Hard… Please?.
[No cats were harmed in the making of this blog. They all love to be spanked.] Exploring the psychology 'behind' spanking through fiction and poetry. Because, nothing says 'I love you' better than a red, sore, bare bottom. Comments welcome and discussion encouraged. I believe spanking between consenting adults leads to closer and more intimate relationships. Spanking is not a kink, not a fetish, not a lifestyle, but rather, a healthy and honest means of communication. Let your mind free and respect will follow. Contact me firstname.lastname@example.org