WIP it Wednesday: Stephanie’s spanked at the toy store

Today features another excerpt from my novella, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie, publishing soon from Clarian Press. Last week I offered the beginning of the story with this post here. It will make more sense to read that first. Also, yesterday on my daily spanking blog, Spank Me Hard… Please?, I shared two more snippets that fit between last week’s post and today’s.

Chapter Three

 

“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.

A small ‘taste’ of things to come.

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.

Byron Cane

Why do I write about spanking?

Happy October! The time of year when Halloween merchandise is everywhere—except when subsumed by the avalanche of cheap Christmas imports. *Sigh*

I am working now—at a paying job, since writing hasn’t paid off, yet—and after two years at home, it’s an adjustment for both of us. Speaking of writing though, I recently signed two contracts for publishing my work. I’ve mentioned both before, and I don’t have specific publication dates or cover designs yet, but when I do I will plastering that information all over my blogs.

The first contract is for my short story, Ghosting past Emily, part of the Corrupted Anthology from Sexy Little Pages. I have submitted stories for other anthologies, but this is the only story that’s been accepted.

The second contract is for the novella, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie, with Clarian Press.

Readers who were with me last year know that Stephanie was the star of Wicked Wednesday for four months. I pulled the posts down at the end of the year, and turned the weekly episodes into a novella anticipating that I would submit the polished work to publishers. I did so, but the first two I sent the novella to rejected poor Stephanie. This link is to the page at Clarian Press for Stephanie. The tentative publication date for Stephanie is November, 2017.

Which turned out to be a good thing: I’d rather work with Clarian Press. In the future, there will more works of mine published through Clarian Press, including in 2018, my BDSM LGBTQ novel called Breaking Grace. You may have noticed that all the short stories in prior Spanking Newsletters have been deleted. That’s because I’m putting together a collection of spanking stories for a novella length publication.

So, why do I write about spanking? Where did my interest come from?

It may surprise you, but I have no recollection of an exact date when spanking became the erotic focus of my life. I do know it was B.I. [Before Internet] when the local newsstand served as the purveyor of all things naughty stashed beneath the counter. Eventually those skin mags came out into the light, and for a brief moment, enjoyed the spotlight of fame and notoriety that only mainstream media could bestow. Them came A.A. [After Amazon] and everything changed.

Until 2006, I didn’t write anything, short story, poem or longer fiction, that featured spanking. I never considered the possibility of writing for publication, I think because I’ve read so extensively my entire life, that I didn’t consider my thoughts worthy of posterity. It wasn’t until commentators on my first blog expressed unwavering belief in my talent, that I slowly began the process of taking fantasies from my mind and putting them on ‘paper’; until self-publishing my first novel in 2007.

For me personally, spanking plays on outsize role in my writing, because I ‘see’ it in every story I write. It’s not that I start with a spanking scenario, and then wedge fictional prose around the action; I incorporate spanking into everyday situations as a natural consequence of the characters’ relationship. To me, both in my personal life and professional fiction, spanking feels right in any social setting. My fondest dream is that the handshake and fist bump, will be replaced with a sharp smack on the butt whenever people meet.

It wasn’t until July 2016 when I brushed the cobwebs off my spanking blog and decided to buckle down and finish Breaking Grace. In the process I started posting again and met the most wonderful people. Through comments and emails my love of spanking took on a new perspective: D/s. Every post, every comment, brought new insight and allowed my imagination to create settings and characters that readers enjoy. It’s been an absolute pleasure to have so many followers and friends. What more can I say? I lurv spanking.

Hope you enjoyed this newsletter and see you next month here, or get your daily spanking, at Spank Me Hard… Please?.

Byron Cane

Spanking Newsletter #5

That time of the month again—for a spanking!!!!

Don’t have an update on last month’s mention of an accepted story for an anthology yet. No idea on the timeline for editing and/or publication. In the interim, I have submitted another story to Sexy Little Pages for the next call. The prompt this time is titled, Dancing With Myself: Stories of Self-Love Erotica.

One other publishing note, there is a new and very exciting venture starting up called Clarian Press. The renowned author, Ina Morata, is creating a company to publish her, and other erotica writers, fiction and poetry. Hopefully by this time next month, I will have more information to share and even an active website link, but for now, this is the concept logo and byline.

“Erotic, romantic and passionate fiction for all your desires”

CLARIAN PRESS

Hope you enjoyed this newsletter and see you next month here, or get your daily spanking, at Spank Me Hard… Please?.

Byron Cane