Springtime

Hello everyone and hello Spring!

I am a bit late with this post – 10 days late – but I am also positive that you don’t need me to remind you of when Spring officially starts or ends, which obviously means – no, you cannot use my being late as an excuse to procrastinate your writing.

For those participating in the Spankostory Seasonal Challenge, it’s that time of the year again: time to get writing! You now have until June 21st to come up with a story, post it and submit it, before your butt enters the danger zone. You know who you are (and friendly reminder that I know who you are too 😉).

For any of you who haven’t joined yet, this is the perfect time to get started: Spring is, after all, the season of fresh starts, of life and new beginnings 😀

I can tell that this Spring has got something coming for a few of us and that some encounters will be happening and, hopefully, that will lead to new ideas and inspiration. Good luck and enjoy the warmer, nicer temperatures.

Ps. Shoutout to Carrie who, to save her endangered backside, managed to write, post and submit her Winter story the last day before the deadline! She is living proof that this Challenge may actually work and bring some nice outcomes. You can find her story, along with all the others submitted so far, in my SSC Links Page (Top menu).

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Being a spankee is hard

Being a spankee, like most good things in life, is not just fun and games. It is hard.

Most of the time you are “born” with the kink, or have it within you since a very young age, so much so that you don’t even remember when it first happened that you felt those butterflies in your belly in relation to the S-word.

For me, it was Vhs. I would rewind a specific one just to watch over and over a scene from an old Jack Frost movie where a baby bear got his butt warmed for sneaking out of bed after being tucked in. That wasn’t the only “red flag”, just one of the earliest.

The Challenge is now live

Hello spankos!

Starting today, you will find a new page in my top menu, connecting to all the links “submitted” for the Spankostory Seasonal Challenge. I will update it whenever something new comes up, so keep an eye on it.

I hope I can soon integrate the list with some of your stories – I reckon some of you wanted to join in, so maybe this way we can make sure no one cheats! 😉

Anyway, you’re more than welcome to join in and I will be more than happy to add your links to the list.

I also want to remind you that – if you haven’t posted anything yet – you still have time to submit a story for the Winter Season (final deadline: March 19th)!

Go here to read what this whole thing is about.

Wishing you a lovely day,

Ells

Brat in Business

Written by Ellie Rogue ~ Edited by Mishi Dreamer

A late Christmas gift for Alyx Christmas Exchange 2018.

We hope you enjoy our little present, even though it came at the very edge of 2018. Actually, this is a very good time to wish you a happy new year! May it be filled with nice moments, trouble (the fun kind), joyous occasions, trouble, love and happiness, trouble, and of course naughtiness and swats!

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Ryan dropped on the couch fully coated, one hand holding her phone and the other rubbing her tired eyes.

“Oh, Syd. Had one heck of a day. So glad I can finally stay home and relax.”

“Geez, so bad?”

“My manager wants me to come up with a brilliant idea for the tender by tomorrow. Brief from the client was emailed to me tonight. I worked three extra hours, I’m drained, and have no idea where to start.”

“Shit, that sucks. At least tomorrow’s Friday?”

“Yeah, that’s the only nice part. If I survive, then it’ll be the weekend.”

Ryan heard Sydney hum in sympathy as she sat up straighter and reached out to the box of food she’d grabbed on her way home: kebab and fries. Not the healthiest dinner for sure, but at least it was something. Ryan hadn’t been grocery shopping in a while now. Her frozen stocks were gone, and her fridge was definitely feeling lonely.

“What if I gave you something to look forward to other than survival, for tomorrow?”

This is for you

Our Second labor of love is finally out. We’re live. You can find our child on Amazon (here’s the link). This time around, the evil Stardawn and Claire came up with a fair but totally tough main topic: seconds. I know, right? It’s fitting for our bunch! And yet, writing about Seconds is so much harder than you could ever imagine. I can’t wait to read what all the writers came up with (in case you are wondering, no, we don’t have a preview-access to the book, so I’m just as curious as you are!).

If you intend to buy the book, know that all the incomes will go to charity.

But, hey, not why we’re here! As I said, this is for you.

You’ll find one of my stories in the book, and I want you to know that – whatever you wanna say (be it positive or negative comments, questions, reviews, just a quick “hi”), this is the right place to let it out.

I’ll be happy if I hear from any of you and actually am looking forward to seeing what you all will make of my characters and plot!

So, go ahead, bring it, readers!

A big thank you to those of you that will give us a chance and to Stardawn and Claire for physically and emotionally giving birth to this 12 pounds baby book.

A special mention goes to Logan Tyler, who refused to let me give up, and to Mishi Dreamer, my very first editor and beta-reader (as usual).

Back to the future

A few weeks ago I posted a story featuring a younger Terry ensuring herself a sore bottom for misbehaving while sick and putting her health at risk.

A certain young brat (of course it had to be a brat, or she wouldn’t have noticed) realized that, out of a strange coincidence, the first time contemporary Top Terry made her appearance in a public kinklet story, she was after Ellie for basically the same crimes (along with a few more minor infractions).

 Today I’m going to show you what Terry looked like on her first public appearance, clearly a long time after switching to the dark side.

Please, enjoy a “back to the future” (or back to the present) snippet, a repost and reconstruction of some bits of the original kinklet that happened over at Anna Reilly Spanking Romance in June 2017.

Many thanks to Mishi for coming up with this similarity and Micah for giving me permission to repost the bits I wrote back then. 😉

More comments at the end of the story.

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Terry put down her phone, staring at it with a worried expression. It was the third time she tried to call Ellie, and yet no answer had come from the young brat, not even in text form. Terry would have thought the younger girl was simply mad at her and avoiding her because of it, but Ellie hadn’t been online at all, which was strange in itself.

Terry Parker had lived in town for over a year now and half of her stay she had shared her apartment with the young bratty friend from her country. The two had always had a connection, and Terry could see so much of herself in the youngster, but Terry had grown a long way from that far away time when she would recklessly get up to mischief, continuously earning a sore backside from her girlfriend Mary or their mentor, Hannah.

Now, years later, Terry was an amazing doctor and a Top, an affirmed one too, and she was also rather convinced that little Ellie could beat her at her own game when it came to mischief-making.

The young miscreant had no interest in taking care of herself and staying safe, which was the reason why so many times Ellie had found herself over Terry’s knee, getting a bit of a nasty, but most necessary (in Terry’s opinion), handmade old-fashioned medicine.

Despite that (or maybe because of it), their cohabitation had worked charms so far. They had cared for each other before, but they had grown even closer in the last few months. Terry looked after Ellie and Ellie strived to do better, the older woman made sure Ellie would be well fed and behaved at the cost of not sitting comfortably, and the younger brat made sure Terry felt loved and nowhere near lonely. They balanced and completed each other, like two sides of a coin – kept each other sane when everything outside seemed to be falling apart.

Achoo!

Here’s the first of my stories for the spankostory seasonal challenge.

It features a character many of you already met, someone you know to be a sweet, caring, but also stern and unforgiving Top. Terry Parkers is a character dear to my heart. It takes inspiration from the first toppy character I ever created, back when I was a young girl building her own secret, safe world of words. Terry is one formidable Top (if I say so myself), one you might not want to ever be on the bad side of, but – hey, it wasn’t always like that. Please, enjoy a sneak peek into her life as a college student.

ALERT: there is something non-spanky in this story, but I put an alert that will easily allow you to skip it if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable.

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Terry growled as she entered the hospital, shrugging the water off her umbrella and trying to fold it without doing further damage. Her coat was dripping, and her shoes were soaked, so much so that she couldn’t feel the tips of her toes.

She dropped the umbrella somewhere near the entrance, hoping she’d find it on her way back, and headed straight to the stairs. The hospital was its usual potpourri of people of any age and kind. Some wandered around the hall wearing their pajamas, escorted by relatives or nurses fussing over them. Others were, just like Terry, simple visitors, coming in to see someone they loved.

Unlike most of the other people, Terry had a special relationship with that place. The great majority of the faces around her expressed their ill-concealed wish to leave and put as much distance as possible between them and the hospital. For Terry, the Saint Maurice felt like home – or at least something close to it. She was aware of all the pain and suffering that happened within those walls, conscious of how many unknown heroes spent their days and nights fighting their own monsters and enemies. However, where there was aching, there was hope. And where there was hope, there was a chance to make things better.

The Saint Maurice was where her girlfriend worked as an intern, and where she herself hoped she would work someday, after finishing medical school and majoring in psychiatry. For now, she was but a young passionate student, full of energy, expectations and…germs.

“Achoo!”

“Hello to you too, Parkers.”

Terry rubbed her nose with the back of her sleeve, waving at the woman who had just welcomed her to the general medicine departure, and kept walking – only to be halted a second later, mid-step.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

The Spankostory Seasonal Challenge

This weekend was somehow enlightening. I spent it in bed due to the most annoying cold, with a few lines of fever, a rain of sneezes and the energy to barely get up and wee. Also, I was grounded from video games and Netflix – which is a huge torture, if you ask me; never, ever get grounded when you’re sick.

On the bright side, it gave me a lot of time to think – more than I ever wanted – and my mind wandered into the world of story ideas I have had in the past year but never put on paper (blog). I thought about the many promises I made to you that I didn’t keep, the many times I should have posted and could not bring myself to write.

So I came up with this utterly stupid, masochistic suggestion:  let’s have a Spankostory Seasonal Challenge.

Now, what is that? It’s a challenge I’m throwing to myself, but also to each and every one of you who feels they need some extra motivation to write: let’s write (at least) a story per season.

Here are the few rules of the SSC:

1. You have to write at least one story for every season of the year (that means around 4 stories a year – acceptable, right?). If you don’t, you will get a spanking (be it self-spanking or doled from a Toppy someone of your choice) and you will have to post about it.
2. The stories don’t have to be season-related (but it’d be a bonus if they contained a hint to the season – could be a detail, a line or whatever).
3. You can choose to actually accept the challenge at your own terms (which means, make it a two-seasons challenge, pick specific themes for every story, choose a different consequence – though I think the official one would work and force you to write one way or another).
4. The stories can be of any length and type (this really is to motivate yourself to write, so that means even chapters of a story would be good, so long as you write and publish something).
5. They can be multi-hand stories and will count as good for all of the involved writers.
6. For those who like to participate in Alyx’s Christmas exchange, yes, the stories for her gift exchange can be used as winter seasonal stories.
7. Last rule: of course there will be special spanking free tokens for those who have health problems or other things that objectively stop them from writing for three months in a row, or make their life especially complicated for a while.

So what do you think? Is anyone in on this? I know I will give it a shot for one full-blown year, and if it doesn’t work – well, I’ll just have to accept the trouble I’m getting myself into.

Please, let me know if you decide to join in. Remember to hashtag your stories #spankostoryseasonalchallenge or just #SSC. And good luck!

Ps. if you have any questions feel free to post them below!

Pps. The challenge isn’t only for spankos or writers in the spanking section, though I guess the terms would work best for those into TTWD. Food for thoughts.

Opposite views

I wanted to let you know that I am still alive, and working on something that looks strangely close to a few, brand spanking new stories: one of them you will be able to read in the II edition of the Anthology (it’s already written and awaiting final approval by the editors – more information as soon as I have any), but I hope to post something here as well, in the near future.

In the meanwhile, I have two little things for you.

1. A suggestion, which is, check out these lovely stories that are out there, just within your reach: The Rodeo (a very adventurous spanking story, in more than 9 chapters, written by CJ O’Hara, Claire Britain and Anna Reilly) and Driving Lesson, written by Logan Tyler and her wild brat Jojo.
2. The chance to take a peek inside my head, find out how messy it can be to have to constantly balance your two opposite “natures” (to be honest, I’m sharing just so I can maybe draw a little grin on your smug bratty faces):

Me: I experienced the excitement of calling the Urgent Care today. 😧

Inner Top: There is nothing exciting about it. Get in bed.

Me: But the doctor was cute! 😍

Inner Top: Still nothing exciting. You were sick.

Me: But I’m fine now. Look, I can jump and dance and even sneak under the bed to fetch stuff!

Inner Top: You’re on drugs, genius. You better not be doing any of that when the effects run out.

Me: I’m healed! And you’re spoiling all the fun. 😕

Inner Top: Oh dear. Lie the heck down and be quiet, for heaven’s sake! I know just the kind of doctor you would need.

Me: You’d like that, wouldn’t you!? 😏

Inner Top: I wanna spank the daylights out of myself. 🙄

Footnote: my inner monologues are weird. And #beingaswitchsucks

This is why you should never mess with magic…

I found this lovely picture in the recesses of Tumblr (there is some interesting material over there) and it made me laugh. I find it endearing enough that I couldn’t help sharing it with you all.

This is what happens when you mess up with magic, young lady…it might come back to bite your bottom 😉 Quite literally.

What do you imagine led to this happening? I have my own take on the story…maybe I will share it later in form of one-shot, we shall see.

I couldn’t find anywhere the name of the artist, but if you know who the owner of this awesome work is (or if you are the owner), please let me know so I can credit them properly.