It’s Spankee Doodle Dandy Part 2!
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 Thursday’s excerpt or today’s. A comment on both gives you two chances to win! Woo hoo! But what will we win, you ask excitedly?Why, nothing less than any 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 get ready to win some prizes!
Here’s my excerpt from my latest work in progress, Ana Adored, my first F/f.
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“I am very disappointed,” Miranda softly said. “But I will never be so disappointed that I would leave you.” Her fingers gave the tip of Ana’s chin a gentle, teasing squeeze. “You are my heart. How does one simply walk away from their heart?
Ana did not feel better. She felt too raw even to smile.
“Why did you come here?” Miranda finally asked.
It was so hard to think beyond the impossible weight that had settled inside her. Ana shrugged her shoulder and lowered her eyes to the tile floor.
“I have never liked that as an answer,” Miranda forced her gaze back up again. “When I ask you a question, young lady, I expect a real and honest reply.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to be made to say it out loud.”
Squeezing her hands tight together, Ana avoided the waiting question. “Are you going to spank me now?”
Miranda frowned, straightening as she stepped back. She sighed again, but after studying Ana a moment, grudgingly allowed herself to be distracted. “Is that what you think you deserve?”
Oh, she hated it when Miranda turned the tables like this. Ana squeezed her fingers harder, but there was no denying—of all the things she’d done so far—she should be spanked for this.
Cocking her head slightly to the side, Miranda asked, “How exactly do you think it should be done?”
The skin on her bottom prickled, dread squeezing at her insides the way she squeezed at her hands, rubbing them together over and over until fingers began to ache. Her chest was rising and falling faster again. Each tiny breath was short, but fast now too. God, she didn’t want to admit to this. “The way you said before—the one that won’t be pleasant for either of us.”
“I would advise you to be very careful—” Miranda started to say, but Ana stopped her.
“Please don’t make me say it again,” she begged. “I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve.”
Folding her arms across her chest, Miranda frowned and studied her. “Tell me what you think you should be spanked for.”
“I want you to be more specific than that. I want to know what you think is worth what I’m about to give you.”
“I—” Ana looked at the tiles between their feet, fingers fidgeting in the folds of her skirt. Tallying up an entire list in her head wasn’t half as hard as having to admit to them out loud. Somehow, putting a voice to them seemed to make the offenses so much worse. “I ran away from you.”
“Because you want to talk about things I don’t.”
“Why not?” Taking her hand, Miranda led her from the bathroom back into their small living area. Centering herself upon the settee, Miranda pulled Ana to stand beside her, tucked the hairbrush up against her hip and waited.
Ana stared from the hairbrush to Miranda’s hands (folded one on top of the other), to her ready lap, and her fingers fidgeted faster. “Because it’s not comfortable for me. You’re making me face all the hard things that I don’t want to.”
“Don’t you think facing some of these things is part of what I should be making you do?”
Another hard, uncomfortable question. Ana lifted her shoulder in another small, helpless shrug.
“That’s a lazy answer, young lady,” Miranda sternly told her. “You are not lazy, so don’t shrug at me again.”
Ana both tsked and bounced, and frustration nearly had her stomping her foot but she caught herself even as Miranda caught her wrist. She yelped, and the next thing she knew, one hard yank had her sprawling face down across the slender woman’s lap.
Slender Miranda might be, but she was also strong. “If you’d rather not have this conversation face-to-face, my heart, I am more than content to have it with you facing the floor.”
Ana let out a cry, frantically reaching back in a futile attempt to keep her skirts from being raised. That all-too brief skirmish ended when Miranda seized her wrist and pinned it to her spine. “No, wait! Please!”
She wanted to say she’d changed her mind, but those words wouldn’t come and it didn’t matter anyway. Her arm was pinned, her skirt was hiked, and with two swift jerks, her frilly princess panties were tugged all the way down to her knees. She had asked for this—she deserved this—and still the first words out of her mouth were, “Don’t spank me, Miranda, please!”
“Is it or is it not my job to help you reconcile with all the uncomfortable things you’d rather not think about? I expect this answer lies very close to the meat of who you are, my heart, so I expect you to give it to me.”
Clutching at the cushions with her one free hand, Ana squirmed, with her bare bottom on full and vulnerable display, knowing if she didn’t answer she was going to be spanked until she did. And yet, the answer she had to give felt like saying goodbye to a piece of her own personal identity, and that was so much harder.
“So be it,” Miranda softly stated and picked up the hairbrush.
Ana shrieked like a tea kettle even before she felt that first crisp smack. For one tiny, utterly insane moment, she felt a whisper of relief as she realized just how bad this was going to be. Miranda had taken her seriously when she’d said she deserved to be spanked hard, and if this first slap was anything by which to judge, she was going to give Ana every bit of what she deserved. Guilt, like a smothering weight inside her chest, simply melted out of her and in that tiny, frozen snippet of time, she felt so much better.
And then the sting snapped in under her skin and that tiny snippet of relief flashed into obscurity, and the pain took over.
Ana jerked and shouted, but that hairbrush rained down a blistering assault all over her naked bottom. Her moment of frozen disbelief erupted into a wild struggle to break free, but no matter what she did or how she moved—bucking wildly, tucking in, kicking out, rolling in a frantic attempt to hide herself in some magical angle that the hairbrush couldn’t reach—Miranda wasn’t thwarted. Again and again she struck, paddling Ana a devilish intensity that did not break, not even when Ana kicked her feet up in a last ditch effort to cover as much of her bottom as she could. Miranda warned her once and then let the hairbrush bite her soles until she snapped her feet back down again.
“That was a mistake, young lady,” Miranda announced over her sobbing wails. Pulling and jerking at her own skirt now, Miranda bared her legs up to her knees, giving herself unencumbered freedom to scissor Ana’s wildly scrambling legs within the prison of her thighs. “All you have to do is answer my question. None of this even counts toward the spanking you’ve still got coming.”
Ana wailed. “I don’t remember the question!”
The hairbrush fell abruptly still. “Do you need someone to help you make the decisions you refuse to face?”
Ana began to cry, her whole bottom smarting and stinging, and now that the hairbrush had momentarily ceased its attack, beginning to burn. “But I can’t answer that!”
“Because you’ll make me do it!”
“Yes, I will.”
Miranda made no apologies. Cool wood (how in the world could it feel like that after slapping such a burst of fiery pain into the soft flesh of her bottom?) traced a soft caress from one cringing buttock to the next and then it moved down to the back of her right thigh. Ana cringed, her thighs prickling in dreaded anticipation.
“My job is not to give you what you want, but what you need. And what you need, my heart, is someone to help you understand the difference.” While Ana alternately tried to brace herself against the next crisp smack and twisted and rolled to tuck her legs out of the hairbrush’s biting reach, Miranda gave the back of her thigh a soft pat. “Why else do you need your bottom spanked hard?”
She couldn’t remember anymore. She’d changed her mind, come to her senses, wanted to start this whole rotten day over again and do everything differently. Ana began to cry. “B-because I yelled at you.”
“It wasn’t that you yelled, so much as what you yelled.” Miranda switched the cool back of the brush from her right to her left thigh and gave her another pat. “What did you yell, my heart?”
“The Castle safeword.” Hot tears spilled past her lashes and rolled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Miranda. I really am.”
“Did you forget what our safeword was?” Miranda asked. As softly as she spoke it, there was still no denying the steely tone threading underneath.
Ana drooped, defeated. “No, I didn’t forget.”
“Why didn’t you use it?”
Something told Ana she already knew the reason. She hung her head, whispering guiltily, “I…I don’t know why.”
“Yes, you do.” Miranda gave first one thigh and then the other a warning pat. “Did you say it to get back at me for pushing?”
Ana cried harder. She covered her face with her one free hand, then nodded. “I’m sorry, Miranda. I’m so, so sorry!”
“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry too.” Tightening her grip, Miranda then proceeded to spank her bottom raw.
Ana tried not to fight, but this was far and beyond what she could hold still for. She tried to be accepting—this was every bit what she deserved, what she had asked for even—but Miranda spanked her bottom until it burned and hurt like holy hellfire. Turning that awful hairbrush onto the tender backs of her thighs, she then spanked her sit spot, blistering all along the sensitive crease where her bottom met her thighs, and Ana wasn’t just crying any more, she was howling. She blistered the tops of both thighs until Ana was so exhausted from kicking, flailing and thrashing, that all she could do was hang limp across Miranda’s knees and cry. And cry. And cry.
Until it was done.
Ana slid off Miranda’s lap the second she was released. Rocking on her knees, she clutched her throbbing bottom and bawled. It was the most unbelievable pain and fire scalding her from behind, and it left her unable to move any further than the few inches that separated her from sliding her arms around Miranda’s waist and burying her face in the rumpled skirts of the lap she had just been so soundly spanked across.
Leaving the hairbrush on the couch, Miranda dropped down to sit beside her. There were tears on her face too, but she wrapped her arms around Ana’s shoulders and pulled her in close. They cried together until they were both wrung dry.
“Ten minutes in the corner,” Miranda said gruffly. “Then it’s straight to bed with you. I’ll be there shortly to tuck you in.”
The first time she tried to move, her bottom and thighs both screamed and then flared bonfire hot in protest, but Ana limped into the nearest corner and obediently faced the wall. She held her skirt up around her waist, baring her punished backside to the room. Where her panties were, she had no idea. She’d kicked them off some time ago.
After a moment, Miranda got up off the floor as well. She wiped her eyes on her sleeves, then gave Ana’s long hair a gentle stroke before she picked up the hairbrush and quietly put it back in the cupboard.
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Now, answer this question to be entered to win prizes in both the Spankee Doodle blog hop and my own personal giveaway! QUESTION: What is the lazy answer?