Why not download your own free copy of the first several thousand words of my novella, The Case of the Disciplined Valentine, at this link to Instafreebie? Did I mention it’s free? When you and your sweetheart fall in love with Sir MacRath and his naughty Valentine, Phoebe, you can then purchase the entire novella at Amazon for only .99 cents on or around the 5th of February.
Forget the chocolates, red roses and itchy lingerie. Give the gift of submission and bring some heat to Valentine’s Day this year.
This is a short excerpt, included in the Instafreebie, when Phoebe bumps into — literally — Sir Fang for the first time. He’s not known by that address, you’ll have to read the entire novella to found out when and where he is tagged with the nickname.
As the youngest of four, and the only girl, she readily admitted to being spoiled. However, it wasn’t as if she was going to elope with the local butcher. Phoebe knew her duty and eagerly looked forward to her second Season. If, that is, her father would allow sufficient allowance for what he called ‘fripperies and nonsense’.
Minor gentry, they lived comfortably but hardly aspired to the lofty heights of the truly noble elite. A second or third son of a Viscount would be more than acceptable to a Baronet’s daughter. She had spent the morning circulating the shops, counting pennies to avoid furthering her father’s ire.
Still fuming about the threatened punishment, she didn’t notice the pedestrian in her path. It seemed the last straw. Clumsy oaf she was set to retort — most unladylike — when she gazed upon her captor and was enraptured by a face whose masculine beauty took her voice.
Pale silver eyes floated above sharp chiseled cheekbones.
Stark black hair slicked back from a high forehead.
Lips glistened the color of full ripe strawberries. Oh, my. His skin is ethereal. Her hand lifted of its own accord to caress.
The stranger captured her wayward fingers and repeated his inquiry.
“No,” she gushed in blatant admiration. “I am uninjured, sir. Thank you for saving me. I am indebted to you.”
Set to her feet, she could only watch in helpless adoration as the tall, beautiful stranger walked out of her life without a single backward glance.
A little over a year ago, I had a novella published in the Lust in Lace anthology. My novella in that publication is called, Sir MacRath Thrashes his Valentine. With only some minor changes [A sidebar, in nearly every book, magazine and newspaper I read, I find typographical and grammatical errors. My story was no exception.] Clarion Press is republishing my novella very soon as a standalone story with both some narrative changes and a brand-new title. Without further ado, may I present the first — hopefully of many — Sir Fang Stories.
Okay, so my puns are terrible. What’s not terrible is eighty-nine; as in, eighty nine writers signed up for Smut Marathon 2018.
Marie Rebelle — who is running the Marathon, in charge, not actually lacing up sneakers — posted the submitted bios of all the writers in this very cool post you can find by clicking here.
I briefly touched on the rules in this post here, but an easy way to follow along is to subscribe to the Smut Marathon blog. I will be posting helpful links as well. Below is another brief recap of the rules.
Jan. 28-2018 Start assignment 1
Feb. 10-2018 End assignment 1
Feb. 18-2018 Start assignment 2
March 3-2018 End assignment 2
March 4-2018 Start voting round 2
March 10-2018 End voting round 2
The absolute most important rule is: you never ever tell anyone which story you have written. If you want to post a story you have written for the Smut Marathon on your blog, you do so only AFTER the results of the voting round have been announced.
The assignment/task is a secret and will be revealed when all stories are posted on the Smut Marathon website at the start of a voting round.
The voting round opens between 12pm and 3pm on the day after the writing round has closed and it lasts a week. Voting is done on the Smut Marathon website and in each round voters have to choose three stories. You are allowed to promote the Smut Marathon and ask people to vote, but you are not allowed to tell anyone which story you have written.
When you read the entries during the voting round, please take the time to leave some feedback. We want the writers to learn something from this experience and therefore feedback is very important. Feedback like ‘nice story’ or ‘I liked them all’ is nice to get, but writers don’t learn anything from that. If you could leave feedback like ‘maybe you could vary the length of your sentences’ or ‘it would be easier to read when you use more punctuation marks’ or other constructive and instructive feedback will be highly appreciated.
All comments on the site are moderated, which means that feedback will only become visible after a voting round has closed. This is to make sure other voters are not influenced in their choices of stories because of the feedback on the site.
Like elite athletes the world over, I too am focusing my attention on an upcoming gathering of the best. I am pumping iron, downing kale and egg-white shakes and abstaining from sex. All in the hope of going for gold at the Smut Marathon.
I don’t recall that sport being listed in the Olympic program. It’s not, and I’m not in training for anything more strenuous than feeding the cats. Smut Marathon however, is a real event and is taking place at this link.
A brief summation of the rules: [Bold emphasis mine]
There are two kinds of ’rounds’ during the Smut Marathon – a writing round and a voting round.
The writing marathon consists of 10 writing rounds and 10 voting rounds. Each writing round is followed by a voting round.
Before the start of the first writing round, all participants will receive an email containing the rules and schedule of the Smut Marathon. There will be no deviation from the schedule.
At the start of a writing round, participants will be sent an assignment by email. The email will mention the closing date and time for the assignment, as well as the number of words allowed and any other specific requirements. Participants are not to speak about an assignment until the voting round starts. Participants are not to tell anyone which story is theirs, until after the voting round has closed.
During a writing round, one or more reminder emails will be sent to participants who have not yet submitted their stories.
If your story is not sent in on time, you will automatically be disqualified from the Smut Marathon.
The day after the closing date of the writing round, the voting round opens.
Voting is done by means of a survey and in all rounds readers have to choose the best three stories.
The voting round lasts one week and the results will be announced the day after the voting round has closed.
When announcing the outcome of a voting round, we also reveal the authors of the stories.
Depending on the number of participants allowed in a round, the participants with the least amount of points will have to leave the Smut Marathon.
The remaining participants will receive the assignment for the next written round.
The most important rule, is to not tell anyone about which story is theirs until after the voting is closed in order to make it fair for everyone. The complete rules are at this link here.
The total maximum number of words increases with each round.
Rounds 1+2: maximum 30-100 words
Rounds 3+4: maximum 150-300 words
Rounds 5+6: maximum 300-650 words
Round 7: maximum 650 – 800 words
Round 8: maximum 800 – 1000 words
Round 9: maximum 1200 – 1750 words
Round 10: maximum 2000-2500 words
Sun, 28 Jan 2018 until Sat, 10 Feb 2018
Writing Round 1
Sun, 11 Feb 2018 until Sat, 17 Feb 2018
Voting Round 1
Subscribe to the Smut Marathon blog here, and when the voting starts, please read the stories and choose the top three you feel completed the assignment the best. Also, please consider providing feedback as all writers like to have their work noticed.
One final note, I will be entering my stories as Bryon Cane, not Lurv Spanking, although, as the rules clearly state, all entries are anonymous until after the voting is completed.
Let me wipe the sweat off my brow, this writing stuff is hard. I need a nap.
It’s been awhile since I last posted here. Too long, in fact. I could blame the holidays and working full-time, but I won’t. The truth is I got lazy and then decided — in retrospect — that is was a much needed sabbatical.
For me, writing has never been a burning passion. Must. Write. Now. That’s not me. It’s not to say I don’t have ideas and plots whirling around my head, I do, but I prefer to wait until the concepts become clearer; rather than jotting down every scrap that bubbles through the daily chaos. I need serenity in order to create. Calm yields prose.
As 2018 gathers steam however, there are several other projects that are in process. The first is a novel, Kismet of Submission, which I have recently finished editing from flash fiction episodes on my blog, into a beta draft as a long-form novel. You can still read the original first two posts by clicking this link, but the other episodes were removed from public viewing. My plan is have a completed draft of 90-100k words by the fall, in order to submit the manuscript for possible publication. If you would like join my group of beta readers, you may comment on this post, or send me an email by using the Contact Form on this blog. I am seeking feedback, comments and critiques on Kismet of Submission and all viewpoints are welcome.
In the meanwhile, the next fiction of mine to be published in ereader format, will be the novella, The Case of the Disciplined Valentine. This has been published before; it was part of the Lust in Lace anthology in January, 2017. In the anthology, the title is Sir MacRath Thrashes his Valentine, but I have changed the title in order to bring the novella into line with other future works. The Case of the Disciplined Valentine will be published in several weeks by Clarian Press. Stay tuned for the cover reveal, excerpts and ordering information. There is a page on Clarian Press, click here, with extra content. The novella itself, is only slightly different from the anthology, but you can purchase either or both for your collection.
Thanks for reading. Until next time, this is Byron Cane.
Just in time for the holiday season, celebrate with Stephanie as she finds the man of dreams. The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie is now available from digital booksellers everywhere. Follow the links below to your favorite purveyor of fine fiction, and download your copy of Stephanie for yourself, and for your loved ones and friends.
When Stephanie crashes (quite literally) into the life of Ross, high flying exec in the fashion world and eligible bachelor, she is stupefied he wants her as his. Under Ross’ tutelage, as Brat to his Sir, she learns that she can be spanked for more than just being naughty! And Ross — he discovers there’s much more to Stephanie than just her submissive need to be disciplined, as he falls more and more in love. A brilliantly funny, light-hearted, spanking erotic romance novella by Byron Cane, with memorable characters and a beautiful love story interwoven into the sexiness, lending a contemporary twist to the princess fairy tale.
Find Stephanie at Books 2 Read with links to online booksellers and ereaders, including Kindle, Nook, Kobo and Apple.
If you already have an Amazon account, then click this link to go directly to Stephanie’s page in your country.
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.”
[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