Once more the physical retailer Walmart is taking a swing at the online king Amazon. Today Walmart announced a partnership with Kobo in launching Walmart eBooks by Rakuten Kobo, an all-new ebookstore. I poked around and came across several of my titles for sale.
One of them is, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie, which you can read about in this post here. If you already have a Kobo ereader, then click here to go directly to the new Walmart Kobo website and my book.
The other book is actually an erotic anthology called, Corrupted. My short story contribution is, Ghosting Past Emily. You can purchase by clicking this link.
No matter what type of ereader you have, these books [and more] are available at many online bookstores.
I’m both a reader and writer; more of the former than latter. I’ve always maintained that there is no such genre as fiction, primarily because actual fictional prose would be incomprehensible. Not so much in terms of language or syntax — even that makes sense when done correctly — but in the shared human existence. When we read, we filter the story through our own biases and empirical history. Even if we have no relevant parallel to the narrative, we can still imagine the scenario and empathize with the fictional characters.
As a writer, the question becomes: Do you write ‘what you know’, or create an entire landscape with no semblance to reality? The most successful books, screenplays and movies, are either lushly detailed fantasies set in exotic realms far away, or romantic struggles that echo the common frustration and exhilaration of finding that special life-partner. “Know your audience” is drummed into every hack that has ever put stylus to papyrus. There is no magic formula for writing; just hard work and placing word after word until the manuscript is completed.
Last year at this time, I was working on a short story for a Sexy Little Pages submission called “Corrupted”. The editor, Charlie Powell, broadcast the following information.
“Since the beginning of time, everything has been 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 looking for fresh and sexy takes on these issues, along with anything else that women have been criticised for doing.”
I started blocking out a plot, who, where, when and why. The lead character is in the title: Ghosting past Emily. As always, that came first. The ghosting refers not to specters haunting a dark mansion, but the practice of deliberately — and without warning — dropping all electronic contact with someone.
The place, San Francisco. Silicon Valley. Emily is in tech, not programming though. She’s Japanese-American, another strike, and lastly, a dominatrix on the side. All the ingredients needed to raise the hackles of white male dominated corporations. The irony is, this was written before that bastion of power and sex started to crumble under the relentless onslaught of pissed off women.
You work really hard on a story, send it to someone, and they go; “Meh”.
I write a variety of things; poetry, essays, flash fiction, short stories and long-format novellas and novels. But no matter how meticulous I craft my narrative and characters, there is always room for improvement. The key is finding the right editor.
For me, it’s Ina Morata of Clarian Press. She has a keen intellect and an extensive depth to both grammar and vocabulary [albeit of the English-English language variety, which leads to interesting discussions when Americanisms crop up] along with a historical literary provenance, that creates a template for how a story should read.
The most important lesson I’ve learned from having my work edited by numerous people, is that the only goal an author should have, is to seek the best possible result. If an edit makes for a better book, then make the change and don’t mourn your original efforts.
Nearly as important though as a writer, is to find your ‘voice’; the style in which you are most proficient. That voice needs to be a solid base so that no matter how much editing is done, it is still recognizable as your own. A good editor trims the excess, prunes back the prose so that new growth and grafts make the finished product even more fruitful. Writing is not about word count, it is about making each word important and integral to the story.
I always start my long-format fiction in flash style. I think of it as splashing paint on a canvas. It’s not meant to be perfect, or even coherent. It’s an experiment to see if the characters and plot have potential. The more you write, the more you cast off. There’s nothing wrong with that. Always seeking the perfect first draft is guaranteed to make it impossible to ever finish anything. Imperfection is not only inevitable, but essential to editing.
What I call a first draft is a misnomer. Before I submit a piece of fiction, long or short, the manuscript has normally been ‘edited’ by myself at least a dozen times. I swap chapters, change tenses, substitute narrative for dialog and vice-versa. My style, my voice, has developed into exploring the emotional bonds we create and the consequences of our actions. I don’t fill in the background normally; the physical aspects of the characters, the detailed clothing or places they inhabit. I enjoy reading books that do so, but for me, as a writer, I don’t think in those terms when creating.
A good editor partners with the author by taking that first draft, reading it, then breaking it down into various components. Keep. Change. Discard. While ultimately the decision remains with the author, by explaining the whys, an editor guides the prose into becoming stronger and better. The mantra, “If it makes a better book, any change is good”, is very helpful in taking personality and emotion out of the process. Which leads back to the title of this post.
The truth about editing, is that it is extremely difficult and fraught with feeling: if you allow yourself to believe your first draft is perfect. It’s not. It’s only a starting point. Having other eyes read your work can be intimidating, but the payoff can be a spectacular result.
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