It’s Spankee Doodle Dandy Time!
For those in the northern hemisphere, summer is here! What better way to celebrate summer vacations than to give (or receive) a sizzling hot spanking? After the rousing success of Love Spanks and Spank or Treat, Anastasia Vitsky and her team of spanking fiction authors have returned to bring you a collective Spankee Doodle Dandy story extravaganza. It’s love and kisses for adults, and we do mean adults!
Here are the rules:
Here are the rules:
- Visit each blog between the Thursday, June 20th and Sunday, June 23rd to read the posted stories and excerpts.
- Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if he or she has one.
- If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on June 23rd!!
- If you successfully completed the Love Spanks or Spank or Treat challenge and visited all of the blogs for either challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spankee Doodle Dandy challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
- Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, June 27th to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?
Here are the prizes:
- Kindle Fire or Nook Color (winner’s choice)!
(donated by Blushing Books)
- $100 gift certificate
(donated by Blushing Books)
- $25 gift certificate to Blushing Books
(donated by Patty Devlin)
- $20 gift certificate to Amazon!
(donated by Stormy Night Publications)
- Custom-made Spankee Doodle paddle*!
(donated by Blondie’s Place)
*Available to US and Canada participants only
- Book Bundles from:
Stormy Night Publications
Pre-publication consultation of a manuscript up to 15K
(donated by Wizards in Publishing)
In addition to this, I am also offering a prize to anyone who comments on either this excerpt or the one I’ll post on Saturday. A comment on both, gives you two chances to win! Woo hoo! But what will we win, you ask excitedly? One book of your choice under any of my pen names (Maren Smith, Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and even my non-spanking alias, Penny Alley). This offer does include my latest novel Masters of the Castle: Kaylee’s Keeper, set to be released on the 29th of this month.
So, without further ado, here is my spanking snippet from my first series, Masters of the Castle: Kaylee’s Keeper.
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Her hand trembled a little as she reached for one of the hairbrushes. Her fingers hesitated over the wood, her knees shook. At the last minute, she veered to select the plastic one with the large square head. Testing it once against her palm, she looked at it and then back at him.
He was waiting exactly where she’d left him, arms folded across his chest and his expression inscrutable. “I’m waiting, and you’re dawdling.”
Biting her bottom lip, she put the plastic hairbrush back. She picked up one of the wooden hairbrushes instead. The sting when she tested it against her palm was startling. She almost put it back, but when she looked at her array of choices, she couldn’t see anything else that she’d rather take to him in its place.
“Do I need to count to five?” Master Marshall asked.
“How am I supposed to pick? I don’t know what any of these feel like. What if it’s more than I can take?”
“I am going to spank you for deceit. I guarantee it’s going to be more than you can take. One…”
She looked at the hairbrush again, all those thin threads of trepidation pulling taut inside her as she swept her options one last time.
“Two…” he counted, calm and quiet.
At three, she brought him the hairbrush, but she did so on unsteady legs. “I don’t think I’m ready for this.”
“That is unfortunate, isn’t it?” He took the implement from her with one hand and firm hold of her arm with his other. Catching the back of the chair she had been sitting in, he pulled it a short distance from his desk, removing it out of kicking proximity to his desk, positioning it to become the center of its own small world in the middle of the area rug. Sitting and without any hesitation at all, he pulled her down across his thighs. She could have resisted, but at the moment, she was too stunned by how fast this was happening to think about it. Maybe she just didn’t want to. Which was insane, because he said he was going to take her beyond what she wanted. He said this was going to be real.
She’d said this was exactly what she wanted.
Braced against his thigh, her hands tightened into anxious fists. It was a very awkward feeling, being draped across his knees with the two halves of her hanging off into space. On the one side of him, she had a world-class view of the carpet. On the other, her feet were dangling, not quite able to touch the floor.
He tapped her right arm. “Give me your hand now. You won’t be able to keep from reaching back and I don’t want to accidentally catch your fingers.”
Dread crawled across the surface of her bottom. Quietly, she let him take her hand and pin it to the small of her back. The tail of her blouse wasn’t long enough to cover more than half her bottom and provided no protection at all, but he still took a moment to tuck that up under her wrist, baring her to the cool air of his office and granting the hairbrush unobstructed access to everything from the crack of her ass to the backs of her thighs.
His voice was calm, his tone one of complete authority when he said, “Tell me why you’re here.”
Kaylee hesitated, then twisted back her head to look at him. “Here as in at The Castle or here as in over your knee?”
“I can see how that might be an honest question born of confusion rather than smart-aleck intent. The latter.”
Trembling, she faced the carpet. “I lied on my application.”
“And when I offered you the chance to correct that mistake, what did you do?”
“I lied again.” The knots inside her were tightening; the crawling in her bottom, intensifying. She clutched first at his thigh with her free hand, and then grabbed onto the leg of the chair. She didn’t like being scolded. She did not like being scolded at all.
“Are you prone to lying, Ms. Waters? Is this something you do often?”
She barely had to think about it. “No, sir.”
“Do you have anything else you’d like to say before we begin?”
Her chest tightened and tears stung her eyes. “I’m very sorry, sir.”
“I believe you are,” he said after a moment. That hard edge melted a little out of his tone. “Unfortunately, it’s only half as sorry as you’re about to be.”
He gave no warm up or lighter than normal beginning pats; Master Marshall simply spanked her. He didn’t use the full strength of his arm; Kaylee knew that because she could feel the force—or to be perfectly honest, the complete lack of force—behind each downward swing. With quick, wristy strokes, he peppered brisk snaps of that hairbrush all over her naked bottom and it didn’t just sting—it hurt!
It was unbelievable how much it hurt. Kaylee sucked a hard gasp at the second swat, only to let it out again as a shrieking yelp at the third. Her feet snapped up to cover herself, winning only the briefest reprieve that lasted the length of time it took for him to shove them back down and scissor her legs between his thighs to prevent her from doing that again. Then he raised the hairbrush and continued to spank.
Her shrieking yelps became just plain shrieking, frantic and high-pitched. Her captured hand alternately clawed and fisted at empty air. Her free hand let go of the chair leg, shoving back at his side. She wormed it down between them, coming desperately to the defense of her smarting bottom. Palm up, fingers spread wide to shield as much aching flesh as she could, she tried to ward him off.
“Move your hand,” he told her.
“No!” She shook her head, gasping and writhing, helpless to hold still but held too tightly to scramble up off his knee.
“I was only going to give you twenty swats. Now not only are we going to start over from the beginning, but you’re going to get thirty. Move your hand.”
The sting was morphing into heat, but that was no easier to bear than the actual spanking had been. Kaylee wailed, “I can’t do this!”
“One,” he said, his tone low in warning. “Two.”
“I’ve changed my mind!” Kaylee began to cry. She hadn’t meant to. It mortified her.
“Please!” she sobbed. “Don’t make me do this!”
She moved her hand. She had no idea how high he intended to count or what would happen once he got there. Would he spank her longer, harder? Would he put her on the first bus back home? Which of those was she scared of the most? She didn’t even know. All she could do was buck and howl as, without another word, he set her bottom on fire.
In a matter of a few sharp slaps, he took her well beyond her ability to hold still. She snapped her hand back between them again; this time, he caught it, pinned it wrist-to-wrist with her other hand and then continued on. She bucked and thrashed, twisting wildly to break away, but he held her no matter how she moved. Perhaps not easily, but he did hold her, and those sharp, staccato slaps never slowed, never wavered, and never missed. She shouted. She shrieked. She burst into tears and then she just sobbed; he wasn’t even scolding her anymore. The hairbrush did all the talking he needed to, and it had her absolute attention.
For years she had fantasized about this and, on the surface, this was exactly what she thought she’d always wanted. Strong, authoritative man, check. Real life spanking instead of some bullshit game of pat-a-cake, check. Lots of kicking, fussing and crying while the hairbrush continued to rain its biting fire all over her squirming bottom, double check. Triple, quadruple check even, with lots of pain-filled stars to emphasis the hurt that was ravaging her from behind.
This was everything she’d ever imagined and yet nothing like she thought it was supposed to be. It didn’t feel good. It burned like a bonfire. It stung, every fresh, crisp smack of that awful, awful brush suffusing her bottom with swarm after swarm of angry, relentless bees. This wasn’t thirty spanks. There was no way it could only be thirty. Thirty was laughable. Thirty was child’s play. In the spanking videos, it was never just thirty, it was always hundreds. She knew; she’d counted.
And that’s what this felt like. It felt like hundreds of unending spanks. It felt like forever with unyielding wood burning, snapping and biting into her. It felt so broadly and so deeply and so dreadfully. It consumed every inch of her not just physically, but emotionally and mentally, and in every way she wasn’t prepared for and didn’t know how to endure. There was no holding still and yet, for all her writhing, kicking, flailing and sobbing, the only thing she managed to gain by the time he was done, was a level of unbelievable exhaustion to couple with the pain.
Master Marshall set the hairbrush aside, but he did not let her rise. Kaylee lay limp across his knee, crying so hard that she couldn’t catch her breath, and only in some very distant part of her mind was she aware of his hand, caressing away the hurt.
“You’re all right,” he murmured. “You’re a good girl, Kaylee. Shh, you’re okay.”
But she didn’t feel okay, and she certainly didn’t feel all right. Her bottom was a symphony of agony and fire. She couldn’t think; she couldn’t move. She tried to sit up, but he held her in position and from here, with her nose mere centimeters from the tear-stained carpet and her blazing bottom propped well-up over his knee, all she could do was feel—the burning, the throbbing, the pain as it seemed to swell, only growing hotter and hotter now that the spanking was done.
“It’s all right, pet,” he told her, stroking her bottom around and around, gentle, endless figure eights. “You’re okay.”
Kaylee shook her head, falling limp under a fresh gush of hopeless tears. “No…”
“Yes, you are.”
“I can’t do this!” She wept, her shoulders jerking and shaking.
“Yes, you can.”
“I’m all wrong!”
Releasing her arm and her legs, he pulled her up to sit on his knee. “No. You’re not.”
He caressed her hair, coaxing her head down onto his shoulder while she cupped her bottom in both hands, gasping each breath in hiccupy hitches and keening them out again through tightly clenched teeth. “That really h-hurt!”
“I know.” He rocked her gently back and forth. “Real spankings do hurt. They wouldn’t be much of a deterrent if they didn’t.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. I know you can.” He pressed a kiss on her brow. “Do you know how I know?”
Kaylee shook her head.
“Because, baby.” He kissed the top of her head again, his hands stroking her hair and gently rubbing the small of her back. “At any moment, you could have used your safeword and you didn’t. You accepted your punishment the way good girls should. I’m very proud of you.”
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Now, answer this question to automatically be entered to win both the official Spankee Doodle prizes and my own personal giveaway! QUESTION: What does Kaylee cry after saying she “can’t do this” and why does Master Marshall say she can?