Guess what, kiddies?…It’s Spank or Treat time!

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Witches brew, nice and hot,

Bubbles in my melting pot;

Eye of newt, hair of dog,

Wing of bat and tongue of frog….Eeeah-heeheeheeheeh! (<–Old crone cackle, in case you still don’t recognize it.)

Are your story and spanking appetites whetted? Ready for things to go ‘bump’ in the night? Woot! Then you’re my kind of kinksters and tomorrow is the day!

The rules of this game are simple. All you have to do is go down the author list, read each short story and comment on each author’s blog, answering each story question and you are entered to win prizes, prizes, PRIZES!

For full contest rules and the prize list, read below or skip down below that to start reading a sneak peek of tomorrow’s Spank or Treat story! Check back here tomorrow where all the fun begins!


Do you like spanking stories, prizes, and Halloween? Do you miss the days when kids came to your door asking for candy, or when you were young enough to do the trick-or-treating? You’re in luck! Spank or Treat 2012 was so much fun that we’ve brought you a bigger and better collective short story extravaganza for 2013.  It’s trick-or-treating for adults, and we do mean adults!

Want to become a Spank or Treat ambassador and earn an extra prize entry? See below!

Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!

Plus, all Spank or Treaters are eligible for free books!

  • Holding Hannah, by Maren Smith
    Available to the first 50 participants!
  • Love’s Reprise, by Cassandre Dayne, Lucy Felthouse, Olivia Starke, Kate Richards, and Anastasia Vitsky
  • Coming to Terms, by Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Alta Hensley, Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, and Anastasia Vitsky
    Available to ALL participants who complete the Spank or Treat 2013 challenge!

Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs.  Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

What’s the catch?  Absolutely nothing!  We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership.  Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?  ;)

Here are the rules:

  1. Visit each blog between the Friday, October 25th and Sunday, October 27th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
  2. 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 she has one.
  3. 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 October 27th!!
  4. If you successfully completed the Spankee Doodle, Love Spanks, or last year’s Spank or Treat 2012 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 Spank or Treat challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
  5. Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners.  Will it be you?

For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog.

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And now, as promised, here is a sneak peek of tomorrow’s contest story. 🙂 Enjoy!

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By Maren Smith

So, the devil really did look good in a three-piece suit.

Colby stood at the punchbowl, stealing sips from a plastic cup while also stealing glimpses of the Lord of Darkness from across the crowded living room. Say what you want about Marcy Hallebacker—backstabbing gossip-monger that she was—she certainly knew how to throw one whale of a Halloween party. The decorations were garish and the costumes were lavish; everything had been thought of. Enough munchies to feed a small army abounded in the kitchen, games and laughter filled both living rooms, a dearly-departed séance was spooking out the pantry, and Michael Jackson’s Thriller was blaring (yet again) from every stereo speaker so people could zombify in carefully choreographed jerks and lurches wherever they were. The punch was spiked, the baby gate across the upper-floor stairs had been surreptitiously breached at least three times, and Rob Schroeder, captain of the neighborhood watch, was passed out on the back lawn and had been for about three hours.

Even now, at a quarter after midnight, the party showed no signs of stopping. Despite the fact that many couples had already gathered their coats, thanked their hostess and wandered off into the night to relieve their babysitters, sixty people still crowded the lower floor of Marcy’s house. A night owl from birth, Colby had no intention of going home. Oh no. It was midnight, but it was also Friday and this was her first party since becoming single again more than five months back. As far as Colby was concerned, tonight was less about ghosts, goblins or trick-or-treaters, and more about saving a horse by riding a cowboy.

Too bad there were no cowboys here. Oh, there had been one earlier, but he’d stayed only long enough to grab a plastic pumpkin head before dashing off to join the rest of the six-year-olds in the neighborhood treat-or-treat brigade. So yeah, no cowboy.

Still, Colby was determined. She had a whole houseful of men to choose from, which, once she’d weeded out the married, the taken, the geriatric, and those not yet old enough to legally drink the punch, had amounted to twelve remaining options. Between Popeye (complete with plastic blowup forearms), the zombies (currently shaking their undead stuff on the dance floor), and, of course, her choice of royalty—two Elvis impersonators and one king (the Burger King king, to be exact) romantic pickings proved slim.

Until the devil showed up.

He was a stunning specimen of manliness. Though he lacked cloven hooves and tail, pitchfork, or any hint of gaudy red paint, Colby knew exactly who he was pretending to be. He had horns and sharp black fingernails filed to wicked points. And his eyes…it was truly amazing, what people could do with contacts these days. They were completely black—no pupils, no irises, no surrounding white. Just black. It was an awesome look. And the suit—dark gray boardroom attire—just put the icing on the eye-candy cake. It came with a complimenting crimson and gold tie, a red handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket and shoes spit-polished until they shone like glass. His features were both ruggedly handsome and yet perfectly refined. His horns protruded just off his forehead, poking through neatly-combed, short, black hair, and—

And he was coming her way…

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Check back tomorrow for the rest of the story and my contest entry question. Commenting on this story, will enter you to win not only my prize ($20 gift card to either Amazon or Barnes and Noble, your choice) but the main prizes listed above. See you tomorrow for Spank or Treat!

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