It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s been a while, but Atrocious and Rogette and Ayla and Kira are all back and doing things. If you remember from last time, when we left off Atrocious was about to be destroyed by Kira for depriving her of her spanky prey.

Part Three

“What else is new,” Atrocious scowled. “I regret everything I’ve ever done. What makes you think I give a damn if you hit me now? Go on.” She put her hands down and took a step into Kira’s range. “Go on then. Hit me and make yourself feel better. Someone might as well feel good.”

With a sort of mad inspiration provided by wild hormonal imbalance, Atrocious had managed to say one of the very few things capable of stopping an angry Kira in her tracks. Instead of grabbing the little thief and thrashing her on the spot, Kira stopped and looked at her with an incredulous expression on her face.

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This is the second installment of book two. I am off on holiday shortly, so don’t be concerned if this doesn’t update for a while, it’s not going anywhere! If you want more stuff to look at with your eyes, there’s been silliness and spanking haiku over on my blog.

Okay, now for more from Atrocious and Rogette et al!

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Once robber and thief had been wrangled down from the roof and into the inn, things quickly became interesting. Kira was clearly still interested in punitive action, but she’d given her word it would not occur. She stood with her back to the fireplace, her arms folded across her chest, her expression watchful and grim. Atrocious and Rogette sat very close together at a little table, smiling and whispering all sorts of little secrets and jokes to one another, which only served to make Kira glower all the more.

“How long are we planning on staying here?” The warrior’s impatience got the better of her yet again as she turned to her magical friend.

“A week or so,” Ayla said calmly. She had lit the fireplace and was boiling a travel sized cauldron atop the flames. A scattering of various dried herbs was laid out around her and she seemed quite absorbed in her work, though she had not stated precisely what her work was. A few strands of her pale hair had worked their way loose and floated about her face, making her look ethereal and somehow dainty.

“It’s good you’re staying,” Rogette said to Atrocious. “I can show you a few things.”

“You can show me how you climb the way you do,” Atrocious said admiringly. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It’s easy, you just need some practice,” Rogette said. “Come on, I’ll show you in the forest.” The two young women scraped their stools back and made for the door, but were stopped by Kira’s voice.

“No.” Kira said firmly. “Atrocious isn’t going anywhere.”

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The second series of the Lesbia chronicles returns, all secondy and whatnot. It starts where the last series ended, you know, chronologically. Except now it’s titled ‘Rogette the Great’ to mark the new era.

Not content to gloat about her daring rescue, the robber danced down off the roof. She was supremely graceful in her acrobatics as she leaped from the thatch to a tree then slid down to the ground. Atrocious, who was not quite so ready to come down and put herself back in the warrior’s path, stayed safely above the fray as an observer.

“Come out here, crone!” Rogette called from the clearing in front of the inn. She was staying well clear of the door, keeping her flight options open. One funny move from Kira and the robber would be able to disappear into the dense undergrowth.

Kira came out and stood a sword’s length away from the robber, her arms folded over her chest. Kira was an impressive sight, especially when her temper rose. All the leather and steel she wore seemed to bristle with her, making her something more than just a woman.

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Happy New Year, Sapphic Brats

Thanks for all your support and enthusiasm over the last year, it’s been a lot of fun, especially with the most recent series. I’ve taken a little break, because when your readers write to you and tell you that they think you’re working too hard then maybe you should listen to them. It’s only a little break though, a mini-break. A br.

I hope you’re all having a wonderful New Years and flourish in 2012. Like flowers. Little naughty spanky flowers.

As I’ve been doing a bunch of cleaning and sorting and fantasy writing lately (not necessarily in that order) I’ve gone back and dusted off one of my earliest F/F novellas, Rogue the Serpent and given it a bit of a going over and a shiny new cover. If you haven’t read Rogue before and you like the idea of bratty little aristocrats being shown their place by strong noble ladies with a dose of fantasy thrown in for good measure, you’re in for a treat.

Read the first chapter of Rogue!

Get it on Smashwords!

Buy it on Amazon Kindle!

This is Part 25, and because it’s Part 25, I have something a little bit special planned. Because this series has been running since September and it’s getting all unweildly, I’m going to go ahead and call everything leading up to and including this post ‘Volume One’ and I’m going to release all of Volume One in a single ebook download. It’s formatted so that you can read it on your PC, or on your laptop or on your Kindle or Nook or Super-E-Reader-5000 or iPad or any other device along those lines.

Here’s the final post in the first volume of the series.

There had been a few instances in the pastwhere they had butted heads, but none of them had the quiet intensity of that moment. Ayla sat crosslegged and perfectly still whilst Kira shuffled uncomfortably. Atrocious could sense that Kira had already lost before they’d even begun, but why? She was strong, incredibly powerful in her own right. Now that Atrocious’ temper had settled she was amazed she’d had the nerve to go after the warrior at all. Overnight Kira had shed some of the weight of her armor and was wearing a simple leather tunic and pants. Her arms were free and bare and covered from shoulder to elbow in curling tattoos that Atrocious knew must have hurt like hell to get. Underneath the tattoos, toned muscles rippled with even the slightest movement of her arms.

In comparison, Ayla seemed weak. She was not quite delicate in appearance, but the naturally refined set of her features did not lend themselves to violence. By all rights, Kira should have been able to dominate Ayla easily, and yet she did not. For all her bluster and insistence on order, Kira came second to Ayla.

Nibbling at her chocolate, Atrocious noted that Kira wasn’t pleased by the fact. Her handsome features were slipping ever closer to a full blown pout, making her look incongruously childish.

“Are we going to need a demonstration?” Ayla pressed the question softly.

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I love this series, it’s so much fun. I hope you’re all enjoying it too. If you’re not then I can only assume you’re here as a result of some deep seated masochistic need to be miserable. In which case, welcome all the more. Here’s hoping you all had a lovely Christmas, or non-denominational holiday. And now, more story…

Atrocious and Kira stared each other down whilst Atrocious dangled from the warrior’s grasp. It was all dreadfully impressive, but Atrocious just couldn’t get into the spirit of the thing. “I’m hungry,” she said. She was more than hungry, her stomach was growling and also somewhat unpleasantly sore in a familiar, unwanted way.

Taking Atrocious’ words as some kind of acknowledgement of her authority, Kira lowered her down to the floor. “Then eat something and stay out of my way whilst I deal with this robber.”

“Just leave her alone,” Atrocious snapped testily. “Can’t you go five blasted minutes without starting a fight with someone?” She turned away from Kira and started going through Ayla’s bag. She was pretty sure the witch had packed some food in there. She was craving sweet satisfying goodness, something derived from the cocoa bean if at all possible. She went through the bag tossing out dried meats, dried fruits, cheeses, even the fine bread she usually enjoyed greatly. “Why isn’t there any proper bloody food in here?”

“What are you looking for?” Ayla made the inquiry patiently even as Atrocious made an unholy mess out of their provisions.

“Something worth bloody eating,” Atrocious growled.

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Merry Christmas! Here’s a little chapter to enjoy

“Stick ‘em up!”

Atrocious came to consciousness slowly and reluctantly. She had not slept at all well. The stone hearth was uncomfortable and her dreams had been… disturbing. It appeared that morning was not going to bring any relief from her ongoing woes. As sleep fog faded from her mind Atrocious became aware that she was being robbed before she’d so much as opened her eyes for the day. It was almost enough to convince her not to bother getting up at all.

“Stick ‘em up,” a strident and enthusiastic voice demanded.

“I do not think so.” Kira spoke to Atrocious’ left.

“Nor do I,” Ayla chimed in on her right.

Atrocious risked opening one eye. The sight that greeted her surprised her into opening the other eye too. They were being robbed by a young woman about the same age as her, a woman who seemed to have fashioned her attire according to entirely fanciful whim. Her bright blue pants were wide and baggy, after the fashion of a pirate. The leather vest she wore looked sturdy enough, but the gaudy yellow shirt underneath it was bright enough to qualify as an assault on the eyes in its own right. In addition to the blue and yellow attire, she was adorned with colored bangles clattering up and down her arms and wide gold loops that had been stuck through her earlobes.

She was pretty. Very pretty actually. Her eyes were almond shaped, vaguely exotic and her skin had a natural native tan that would have needed no sun to maintain. Her lips were full and sensual, smeared with red berry juice. Atrocious might have been tempted to think that she was a sweet sort of person, but the fact that she was threatening the three of them with a curved scimitar and the sort of broad grin that suggested she enjoyed what she was doing rather a lot could not be ignored.

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This short erotic spanking story is a short, erotic spanking story. I win at blurbs.

You’ve been naughty and you know it.

I warned you over and over again. I’m not the person you want to push. I’m not the one you want to brat. But you didn’t believe me and now here we are, you’re stammering apologies as usual and I’m coming to a decision that I should have come to a long time ago.

I hold you on my lap and let you squirm. I can feel the moisture seeping through your panties. You’re wet. You’re wet because you’re a naughty little brat with a pussy that needs to be taught a lesson like the rest of you. I take hold of the front of your panties and tug them up, making them sit snugly over your clit and lips. The additional pressure is pleasant and you wriggle all the more for it.

“Are you going to spank me?” You ask the question playfully, coquettishly. You’re not taking this seriously, not yet. The tingle in your little clit is distracting you from what’s really happening here.

“I’m going to spank you very hard,” I tell you. “I’m going to spank your bottom ’till you cry.”
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Aren’t you all very lucky, two updates in one day! This one is a little bit saucy.

That night when sleep finally came, Atrocious had a dream. In her dream she was back in the forest, bent over and pushed across a rough log. Her britches were around her knees, her bottom exposed. A strong hand ran up her back and grabbed the hair at the back of her head, tugging her head back so that she was forced to arch her hips up, offering her secret places like a cat in heat.

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