So I made this addition to the Bucket series. It is kind of long and kind of harsh. But, on the upside, it also has some quite epic mischief to inspire brats everywhere, (as long as they ignore the consequences.) In this installment we must ask ourselves not only about the prices brats pay when they are disciplined, but what price the top must pay in doing the discipline. *sage nod*

The worst of the best days started innocently enough with breakfast. Breakfast time was a good time at the Bucket. The first of the three meals, both Callie and Ermie looked forward to it in their own special ways. It was a rare morning where both of them didn’t wake early and spend an hour or more waiting for the cell doors to be unlocked, and when the doors finally did open, they quickly went their separate ways to breakfast, which was impressive when one considered that they were both going in the same direction.

“See you at the Iron Pile,” Callie reminded Ermie that fateful morning before they completely lost touch in the swarm towards the food.

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We’ve seen this before, but as the next e-book I’ve got planned is the finished version of Rebel Revelations, I thought it might be nice to revisit the first chapter.

Of course, regular readers will already be familiar with the first two books in the series, Rebel Princess and Rebel Priestess.

Pain. Darkness. More pain. The memories of the past year blended into one another in a great rushing wave of torment that finally broke on the soft smooth linen shores of Iskendar’s royal infirmary. Kai emerged with a coughing squeal from dark dreams of imprisonment to find herself not shackled on a filthy cold stone floor, but lying on what had to have been the softest bed in all the world.

She looked about herself in a daze, noting that things certainly had taken a turn up for the books. Instead of slime dripping walls and the howls of other prisoners, there were warm wooden walls lined with shelves upon which potions and poultices were stacked. It was so quiet too, peaceful, the only sounds being the cheerful chirping of the love bird in a wicker cage by the window, and beyond that the low hum of Iskendar’s citizenry going about their daily lives.

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Alyx has been busy again, yes she has! Aren’t we most fortunate that she has been so generous with her story telling time of late? Yes, yes we are.

Wash your hands and clean behind your ears bratlings, it’s time to visit the Bucket.

Who Needs The Board Of Education?

When Miss Mackenzie Rose decided to act up in the comments, I decided the only fit punishment was a little pictorial corner time. Of course, as one might expect, this idea was met with reluctance by Mackenzie. However being a good girl, Mackenzie agreed, and sent me this picture of her doing corner time. Notice any issues with it?

Of course, after a little more discussion, Mackenzie was persuaded to do her corner time as intended. Click to view Mackenzie in the corner, reconsidering her stance on trying to avoid consequences.

EDIT: But before you do that, allow me to take a moment to remind a certain Chicklet, who appears to be spreading the impression that she is above the law, encouraging others to misbehave and generally bratting with full force, that she has six more reports to hand in from the last time she acted up on SB, and I am seriously reconsidering the wisdom of any leniency I may have shown her in the past.
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Surprise everyone, I’m going to jail!

(Kidding. I’m totally not going to jail, at least, I hope not, that would really ruin my Sunday.)

But what has happened is that we made a stand-alone site for what has become something of a tag-team series started by Alyx with her ‘Wheels of Justice’ story.

There’s a whole new chapter / pagey thing / installment to read out now, written by Alyx. Yes. By Alyx.

Pulling The Wool Over

EDIT: And now, defying the laws of supply and demand once more, another installment from moi! (This is like a really long rap battle, where the audience remains largely silent, perhaps because they’re in shock, perhaps because they’re standing in the corners touching themselves Damage Control

Who likes to Obey Rigel? You like to obey Rigel don’t you? Yes you do! I bet none of the Sappho’s brats would be half as naughty as Sadie.

A new story arc begins in Obeying Rigel.

“Sadie!” Rigel’s exasperated voice sounded loud above the sounds of women sparring, but Sadie turned a blind ear as she sprinted out of the gymnasium, holding a pair of Rigel’s tighty-whity panties aloft.

“Brat, I will tear that hide up when I catch you!” Rigel threatened from the rear, giving chase.

As she gasped for breath and rounded the corner with a furious Rigel hot on her heels, Sadie thought back to the fateful, albeit innocent enough seeming moment when everything had gone so hideously wrong.

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