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.
FREE Chapter 1-5 of Stephanie
âToo many people were trying out various spoons and cutting boards. So we created the separate, adults-only Triple D Club â Discipline Department Dungeon â for all our valued spankos. You can fill out a membership card online.â He reached a locked door and pressed a code into the keypad. âHere 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.â
âGood morning, Mrs. Garcia.â Stephanie greeted her neighbor with a friendly hug. âAre we ready to go?â
âAlmost, dear. Iâll need to inspect your bottom first. We are going shopping for toys and I need to make sure youâll be able to handle any tests.â
âTests? I thought we were going to purchase a vibrator?â
âWe are, Stephanie â among other things â but you need to have something besides the hairbrush here at your place when you need your spankings.â
Stephanie began to protest, saying her boss had demanded to apply vitamin E twice a day at work. âPlus, you have been âinspectingâ and lubing me every morning and night for the past three days! Iâve been so wet I had to wear a pad to work. I donât need another inspection or spanking. Iâve been a very good girl and havenât been spanked since.â
Mrs. Garcia tapped her foot impatiently. âAnd what have we told you about your attitude?â
Stephanie looked away, not really upset, but remembering all the times her neighbors had spanked her for being disrespectful.
âOver my lap now so we can get going. If youâre wet thatâs not my fault. Thatâs why weâre going shopping, so you can better manage your arousal.â
Stephanie continued to grumble but reluctantly obeyed. Once in position, ruffled skirt tossed up, panties lowered, Mrs. Garcia probed and squeezed the ample surface.
âA quick reminder to behave today, and then the oil.â Mrs. Garcia rapidly spanked back and forth with her hand for about thirty seconds, then drizzled some oil and rubbed it in all around Stephanieâs 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 sheâd let slip the previous day to her coworkers that she was going there, theyâd all squealed and exclaimed it was the best place to shop. Theyâd 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.
âJuanita, itâs so good to see you again,â the proprietor called out with a broad smile. âHow are the twins? Did Antonio enjoy his birthday gift?â
Mrs. Garcia hugged the woman and affectionately kissed the cheek of her college roommate and maid-of-honor. âThe twins are doing fine, thank you for asking, Dawn. As for Antonio, the man is a ravenous beast. He doesnât need any more gifts.â
Dawn laughingly agreed. Raising one eyebrow and tilting her head with a smile, she asked, âAnd who is this adorable young lady?â
âAllow me to introduce my friend Stephanie.â Mrs. Garcia tugged the first-time visitor forward. âStephanie, this is the owner, Dawn.â
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. âStephanie is here, believe it or not, because she doesnât own a single toy or paddle!â She smirked as Dawn gasped in faux dismay â a retail trick â and took hold of Stephanieâs hands.
âYou poor, neglected girl.â Dawn squeezed out a tear. âDonât you worry; Iâll will take care of all your needs from top to bottom.â She looked her over critically and directed her question at Mrs. Garcia. âWhat should we start with? Pleasure or pain?â
âWell, Dawn, she doesnât have a boyfriend at present to train her and put her through her paces. Her sexual desires are being sadly neglected, Iâm afraid. She needs at least two different vibrators and two sizes of plugs.â She picked up a package and showed it to Dawn. âDo you still allow test drives of these in the private room?â
âAbsolutely, Juanita,â Dawn exclaimed, her hand waving in the vague direction towards a red velvet curtain at the rear of the store. âStephanie should take advantage of the opportunity to gauge her response level.â She looked her up and down and with a twirling hand gesture, motioned for Stephanie to spin in place. âI like your body, Stephanie. Some of the products are non-refundable after all and need to be fitted to size. Iâll help you find the perfect fit for your shape with our protective covered samples.â
âIâm not a docile mannequin,â Stephanie complained. âI donât need to try them out here! What if someone else comes in?â pointing at a couple on the other side of the store. âWhy canât I wait till I get home?â
Mrs. Garcia shook her forefinger. âStephanie! 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.â 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. âYouâre lucky Iâm feeling merciful and letting you keep your panties on in the store.â
Dawn watched the preparations with a satisfied smile. âI think pain is up first. Weâll need to test drive some discipline toys as well.â
âI completely agree, Dawn. I wasnât 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.â 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.
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.]
Chapter One
Early one weekday morning, Stephanie hummed happily as she admired her curves in the mirror â I am not overweight. In her typical, perky manner â thick hair swishing against her lower back â 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. âSorry, Mrs. Garcia!â Stephanie exclaimed. âI didnât see you standing there!â
âHow many times do I have to tell you to be careful?â Mrs. Garcia scolded her young next-door neighbor. âI donât have time to properly punish you right now.â She glanced down at her watch with an annoyed frown. âBut I can spare a minute or two. You are always in need of a good spanking, young lady.â
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.
âItâs too bad youâre so impulsive, Stephanie. Your brush sees the bulk of the action applied to your bottom rather than the bristles through your lovely locks.â
âYes, maâam.â Stephanieâs 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.
âHello,â From behind her, Stephanie heard a door close, and a deep voice she recognized only too well, got closer. âI see Stephanie has been naughty again.â
Mr. Johnson was her other fifth-floor next-door neighbor. An older gentleman, he treated Stephanie as a surrogate daughter.
âYes, Sam,â sighed Mrs. Garcia. âSheâs so clumsy. Would you mind watching the twins while I take Stephanie back inside for her spanking?â
âNot a problem. You know I love babysitting.â
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.
âBack inside your apartment, Stephanie, and assume the position,â barked Mrs. Garcia.
Stephanie â well-versed in the myriad of spanking positions after the past year of regular discipline â 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.
âOw! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!â cried Stephanie, as sixty hard spanks were rapidly delivered in less than a minute. âThank you, Mrs. Garcia for correcting my errant behavior.â Her earnestness was evident as she rubbed the flame in her nether cheeks. âI appreciate your concern for my well-being.â
Hello, my friends and fellow erotica lovers. The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie is almost ready for publication by Clarion Press. I have finished the second round of edits sent to me by the editor and publisher, Ina Morata, and the next step is a proof-reading copy formatted for ebook.
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?.
Pity poor Stephanie: twenty-five years old and still spanked daily. She was intelligent, a college graduate with honors, articulate, a fashionista with a good job and an all-round delightful person with never a cross word and always a genuine smile for everyone. It was to her misfortune that she also exuded an innocent sensual charm, leading both men and women to have one uppermost thought in their minds: spanking Stephanieâs spectacular and epic rounded bottom. It was not her fault; genetics had blessed her with both the ideal rear end and a delightful bewildered submissiveness. It simply never occurred to her to challenge her discipline. If someone needed to spank her, well, obviously she was guilty of some offense and thus deserved to be spanked.
This begins the misadventures of Stephanie.
Synopsis:
The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie, began as a modern updated tribute to The Perils of Pauline. It is a slightly satirical send up of both the contemporary spanking scene, and popular culture’s fascination with kink through the guise of both D/s and D/D. The novella is meant to be funny, corny, sprinkled with numerous touchstones and sly wordplay, while simultaneously weaving a constant serious spanking story line that turns romantic and erotic with a HEA ending.
The first part of the novella details the spankings Stephanie receives in various settings by her neighbors and boss. These are not always graphically described, but are rather the result of Stephanie’s hapless bumbling into situations requiring discipline. A third of the way through the novella, she meets Ross at a restaurant party hosted by her boss. The sparks (and spanks) fly between them, and Ross finds himself scrambling to keep up with the vivacious and mischievous Stephanie. Before the week is out, through both discipline and erotic spankings, they fall deeply in love with each other, and Ross’ firm hand. Each chapter builds upon the previous story line as various supporting characters reveal their own kinky backgrounds. In the end, everyone is satisfied, and Ross sexually claims Stephanie for his own.
For more information, please go to Clarian Press and subscribe to receive updates. This page will take you to Stephanie where she will be hanging around for the next six weeks waiting to be published. There is also this post with more information about the cover, and this one from the CEO of Clarian Press herself, Ina Morata who has been burning the midnight oil prepping for Stephanie’s launch.
I am very excited about this forthcoming book, not the least of which will be the option of purchasing a print copy along with an ebook. There will be many more novellas and even novels in 2018 through Clarian Press, and I am so happy to share them with all my loyal readers. Without your patronage, I wouldn’t be as motivated to write spanking and erotic fiction.
Happy October! The time of year when Halloween merchandise is everywhereâexcept when subsumed by the avalanche of cheap Christmas imports. *Sigh*
I am working nowâat a paying job, since writing hasn’t paid off, yetâand 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?.
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?.
Welcome to the August, 2017 edition of my monthly Spanking Newsletter. Starting off the month with a bang, I have some very exciting news on the publishing front. You may remember from last month’s newsletter #3, I submitted several short stories for submission calls, but the first three were rejected. The last one I sent in to Sexy Little Pages, was for the following 2500-4,000 word prompt called ‘Corrupted’:
Since the beginning of time, everything that has promised to liberate women has also been accused of corrupting them. Think suffrage, trousers, the pill, the internet, feminism, learning to drive, owning a house, having a bank account, working… Or, more recently, alcohol consumption and selfie culture.
I’m [the editor] looking for fresh and sexy takes on these issues, along with anything else that women have been criticized for doing.
Your story can have any number of people or pairings. Contemporary stories are preferred, but I’ll consider excellent historical tales, too. Most importantly, I want real characters covering a whole range of genders, abilities, sexualities, sizes and races. I’d much rather have interesting characters than perfect ones.
Your story can be as vanilla or kinky as you like but happy endings are NOT required.
My concept initially was this:
Emily is a mid-40s, middle manager for a tech company. She’s also a professional dominatrix who has become jaded and careless. She thinks because of the recent elevation of BDSM in the mainstream, that she is safe from censure. Then, a new college intern arrives, 21, male, eager to please. She feels threatened and lures him into bondage. It doesn’t end well.
I kept the name, changed the flow a bit, and the story clocked in at 3,902 words. The title is: Ghosting past Emily. The ghosting refers to the word used for someone who goes electronically silent by choice and never connects with former contacts again.
It’s a very fast paced, erotic story of F/m with heavy BDSM elements and gender biases, along with sexual harassment and ethnic tension.
Hope you enjoyed this newsletter and see you next month here, or get your daily spanking, at Spank Me Hard⌠Please?.
At no point in human history has it been both easier to publish yet harder to be noticed. Through 99% of the past, literacy has been the barrier separating the eliteâincluding organized religionâand those simply trying to survive day-to-day. Up until Johannes Gutenberg brought the printing press to Europe, the primary means of communication were sermons and plays. It was very easy to control oral information for the authorities. A severed tongue stilled treason.
Between Gutenberg’s Bible and the rapid explosion of the World Wide Web, books became more and more common and difficult to stamp out. Censorship no longer could solely focus on bards and troubadours, but fought a steadily losing battle against underground pamphlets and other scurrilous publications. Contrary to modern thinking, pornâboth visual and writtenâhas existed for as long as humans have interacted.
What is new, are the many e-publishers who have taken the erotic story off the dingy back room shelves, boldly cast off the raincoat and openly called upon writers to submit their best smut. I answered that call, and submitted to four different prompts over the course of several months. The first three were rejected. Not a surprise, because I don’t really write what editors are looking for. I prefer to write quirky.
If I had to pick one genre of fiction I gravitate to the most, it would be science fiction. I do realize that there are as many distinctions in sci-fi as there are in romance, but I tend towards hard science if I had a choice. This is a segue into one of the submission calls I entered for an erotic take on gluttony; more specifically in terms of a Deadly Sin. The setting is in a future where humans have settled other planets.
The story is long, at 4,000 words, and is graphic and disturbing for those that like a nice, neat stroke story. This is not one of those. After the story, I will have a brief explanation as to the reasons I wrote as I did.
As written, this short story could serve as the beginning, the middle, or the end of a novella or novel. I wanted something gritty. Something disturbing. Even so, it’s a lot tamer than it could be.
The title as always came first, but the Black, does not refer to skin color, but the history behind the shade. Black has always meant evil, and foreboding deeds in sinister towers. Sable was a heraldic term, and besides, it’s also a marten, and wouldn’t make sense tied to Feast, while ebony is fine if you’re a piece of furniture.
A staple trope of sci-fi is planets settled by either religious or ethnic groupsâwith the odd evil corporation tossed inâseeking a harmonious paradise untainted by ‘them’: All the while blithely forgetting that Old Earth had always been riven by sectarian strife and wars of purity.
[The major problem with outsourcing Earth’s excesses to the stars, is that there is a net increase of at least 83 million people each year. Assuming a cold sleep ark could carry 10,000 passengers, then each and every year 8,300 ships would have to leave just to break even. That’s one ship almost every hour-on-the-hour. At that’s at the current population level of 7 billion+. Sci-fi writers sidestep this conundrum by killing off most of the population first with handy plagues, wars or aliens. Sometimes all three combined.]
Anyway, my presumption is that Africa rose to preeminence and left in a massive surge leaving behind the ‘coloreds’ to their fates. They took with them slaves, and allowed immigration to the Empire. Gluttony in this case is not only food, but an entire culture bent on gorging in every way possible to wipe out the past.
Erotica to me does not automatically mean sex. The setting, the tone, the genders; all of these factors make the story work. The sex should feel organic: within the flow of plot, and not a jarring action. But then again, that’s just another label for something that people do every dayâeven in outer space.
Hope you enjoyed this newsletter and see you next month here, 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 lurvspanking@gmail.com
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