Uh-oh – story of a skipped deadline (and of how to dig a hole deeper)

Ellie nudged the screen down to shut her laptop and pushed it away towards the end of the bed with the tip of her foot; then she lay down on her back and stared at the ceiling for just a moment, before twisting to reach her phone on the bedside table. She checked the screen without unlocking it, shrugging when she saw no new notifications. She put it back down and grasped the ipad instead, pushing herself higher on the bed and resting her back against a couple pillows. She flipped the cover open, unlocked the screen and then briefly considered what she could do.

Draw, perhaps? She didn’t really feel like it. Her eyes briefly flickered over the “Docs” app, but she quickly moved them away onto the next icon. She could read some more of that fanfiction she’d been captured by recently? Ellie thought about it for a few seconds, then decided that she’d spent most of the previous night and some of the morning devouring it, chapter after chapter. Her reading thirst was momentarily satisfied and, besides, if she kept up that crazy rhythm, she risked she risked finishing the story and finding herself without anything to read.

A little huff escaped her lips, and her eyes wandered around the room, lingering on the curtains-covered window. The light was bright outside. Perhaps she should consider a brief walk in the small garden later.

Spring was warming up the world and everyone was growing a bit tired of spending all their time in the house. She was already restless as it was, even when she didn’t feel trapped inside, and the nice weather was starting to make it even harder. It was one thing to keep busy working or studying or messing around when it was rainy, but now Ellie had read and seen enough news about wild animals poking out of their safe-zones and wandering in the streets. And the roads were kind of neat when they were empty. 

The whole idea of going exploring had a nice ring to it; it felt tempting. She could be careful and stay safe and out of anyone’s way and keep the others safe while still strolling and looking for squirrels and foxes. She was positive Mishi would be happy to join her too. Mishi loved foxes. Maybe they would get to pet one.

She made a mental note to share her newborn plan with the other brat, but for now she merely tapped the icon of one of her games to start it.

A few seconds passed before Ellie caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. Taken aback, she found herself staring at a lovely-as-ever-looking Amelia, with her brows raised and her eyes locked on Ellie.

“Oh, hi, Amean-I mean, Mellie.” She greeted her cheerfully after a moment, sporting a smug innocent face. It might sound like a contradiction, but she kind of had a talent with puppy dog eyes and had been mastering other versions of the main “I’m so sorry” distraught face; one of them just happened to be the smug-innocent face, with her eyes looking so angelic and her little grin challenging anyone to prove otherwise.

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A Witch’s True Glow – Part 2

Hello readers!

First off, an apology to all of you because, well, erm, I just realized I missed the Autumn deadline of the SSC. In fact, I did post a story for the winter season and Alyx’s Christmas Gift Exchange, Santa’s Cookies, but that arrived way too late to count for the Autumn season (whose deadline was December 22nd).

I won’t try to feed you an excuse as to why I missed the deadline, because the truth is…even though I was in over my head with real-life issues, I simply literally didn’t realize I hadn’t posted anything for Autumn until…just a couple minutes ago!

Now, I hope I can satisfy you all bloodthirsty readers with this new chapter of “A Witch’s True Glow”, which – I don’t know if that will come as good news to you – Mishi and I are kind of transforming into an actual saga set into an actual magical world (we always have such interesting, deep conversations about all the characters involved in the story, even those you haven’t met yet!). That means you’ll most likely have more spin-offs and stories set into this “frame”.

Worry not, I am still going to do something about my missing the Autumn deadline. I’ll just try to figure out what. Do you all have a preference? If so, indicate it in your comments. And please, be merciful. 🥺

Ps. You’ll probably find this chapter to be shorter than the first but, believe me, it’s for the best. The next chapter is going to be a bit more…eventful 😉


 

Showing Indigo her secret hideout felt wrong, like introducing a known enemy into the heart of your secret headquarters, but it was one of the few places they’d be able to brew the potion without being walked in on. Macy consoled herself with the fact that she still had a couple other hiding places. They were just smaller ones.

“Here it is,” Macy said, waving an arm to indicate the shadowy nook hidden under the stairs that led to an attic. The attic was off-limits, but the floor and stairs below it weren’t.

There was no door, but pressing the stone in just the right way revealed a hole large enough for the two witches to slide through. Inside the small circular room, a lamp rested beside a few pillows and blankets that Macy had snuck in one by one.

“Woah.” Indigo’s eyes were bright as she looked around the room. “This is yours? How did you find this?”

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Santa’s Cookies

It feels like I’ve said this before, but…here’s another very late Christmas Gift for Alyx’s yearly Christmas Exchange. Hope it makes you smile.

Also, special thanks and kudos to Mishi for, as always, beta-reading my work and making sure I don’t slaughter your language (too much).


“That’s enough cookies, you two. They’re Santa’s cookies. And besides, with all that sugar, you’ll never be able to sleep.”

Ryan and Syd looked at each other and burst into laughter. Both were halfway through their fifth or sixth Christmas cookie, a bowl with the rest of them sitting on the couch between the two. Brigitte Watcher stared down at them from the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest and with a raised brow.

“Honestly, love, I hope you have had a fair share of cookies yourself, because I’m not planning to let you sleep anytime soon. Not before I’ve had some fun with you,” Sydney shot back at her girlfriend, wriggling her brows with such a naughty twinkle in her light blue eyes that her friend Ryan grimaced and hit her with a pillow.

“EW! Get a room!”

“This is our house, just for your info!”

“Enough, Syd, you’re making Ryan uncomfortable.” Brigitte scolded, stepping closer to get the bowl of cookies and pull it out of the reach of the two brats.

Sydney rolled her eyes but smiled at Ryan when Brigitte disappeared back into the kitchen door.

“Don’t worry, the guest-room is far enough from the master bedroom that you won’t risk hearing anything you don’t want to.”

“Gee, thanks. That’s quite a relief. Now I just need to get this whole conversation out of my head.”

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Saying Goodnight

As promised, here’s my (late) Spring story for the SSC. The first part of this story is inspired by some real-life events that occurred a few months ago. Sydney and Brigitte took it from there and made it their own. Enjoy and, if you do, drop me a comment. It sure helps me get writing.


“Crushed you again, Jack Russel!”

“For the love of God, Sydney, I’m not a dog! My name’s Jacob! Ja-cob! And you didn’t crush me. That was so fucking close…”

“Oooohhhh it burns, doesn’t it? You don’t like being beaten by a girl, admit it!” Sydney giggled as she re-adjusted her mic, a replay of her “Action-of-the-game” running on screen.

“I will admit that you’re the most obnoxious gay-mer I ever met.” Came Jacob’s voice through the gaming headphones.

“You love me.”

“That doesn’t make you any less of a pain.”

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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).

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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.


 

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.

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A quiet night at the Temple of the Huntresses: the Anthology snippet

Before you get to read this “little” piece of mine, I want to warn you: this is a bit of a promotional play-on-spanking. 😜

The characters featured in this story are also the protagonists of my story in the Anthology book that will come out in a few days (on Semptember 7th, to be precise). I will say more about it when the moment comes, but…if you wish to find out more about Amberly, Shana, Nina, Cassandra and Elektra, or the Order of the Huntresses, all you have to do is sneak your way to the book, which will include 14 different spanking stories all involving the main theme of “first times”.

Now have a little fun.

And remember to stay naughty! 😏


“Breathe in…” came the soft purr as Shana’s lips grazed Amberly’s lobe (the latter stifled a shiver) “hold it in your chest. Like this…” One hand went to rest on the young woman’s abdomen. “Adjust your aim now…” Shana’s fingertips touched the brunette’s arm, sliding towards her elbow, ignoring the goosebumps on the soft skin…

Amberly’s cheeks were flushed, her twinkling eyes narrowed, her breath caught in her throat…

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