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.
Rogue the Serpent Re-Released
I Spank You
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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Atrocious Lex, Spank My Blueberry Pie
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.
Atrocious Lex | Can’t Help Myself
I’m not sure what it is about this series, but every time I come to write a scene between these two characters it seems to quickly devolve into tawdry intercourse. I do beg your pardon for sullying your screen in such a fashion.
Atrocious Lex | Part Twelve
Atrocious was beginning to worry. As Ayla’s fingers wove through her hair, she was forced to face the fact that she had been kidnapped by the witch, who seemed to have no intention at all of letting her go.
“I do not care for the effects of this spell,” Atrocious complained. She was unable to express herself in her traditionally forthright manner for Ayla’s magic still prevented her from speaking with anything but the utmost propriety.
“Would you care for a hot bottom instead?” Ayla made the inquiry gently as she ran her fingers through Atrocious’ hair, scratching her scalp lightly as she went.
Atrocious trembled with the pleasure that accompanied Ayla’s touch. “I would not,” she said.
“Then you should be thankful for the magical means that keep you out of trouble,” Ayla chided her gently.
“I should not be in trouble,” Atrocious pointed out. “If anyone should be in trouble, it should be you.”
“And how do you come to that conclusion?”
“I come to that conclusion by recognizing that you are holding me against my will.”
Ayla chuckled, a light, incongruous sound. “What makes you think that your will matters?”
Atrocious replied boldly in an attempt to assert herself. “What makes you think that it doesn’t?”
“Because I can do with you as I wish,” Ayla said. “You are a young woman alone in the forest. Any number of fates could have befallen you. As it happened, I was the fate your footsteps chose for you.”
“So you admit then, that you are a predator, no better than a bandit or a rat,” Atrocious replied heatedly. The spell was making her work harder to express her disdain, but it was not impossible to do so.
“Careful,” Ayla warned. “I will not hesitate to warm your bottom if you insist on displays of temper.”
Atrocious scowled. She was not pleased at all. Far from being even slightly ashamed of what she was doing, Ayla was openly taking her like a slave. The witch’s sense of entitlement was out of control.
Ayla seemed to sense Atrocious’ growing discontent, for she interrupted Atrocious’ train of thought with a threat. “If I have to discipline you again, you will not be a happy girl.”
“Why is that?”
“Because next time I will use a slipper made of reeds. It stings and welts with every single blow,” Ayla turned Atrocious around on the stool and smiled as if she rather enjoyed the idea. “You will be a very tearful and sorry young woman.”
Dismay was quickly growing in Atrocious’ mind. Her captor was beautiful and sometimes benevolent, but there was a chilling undercurrent of sadism that she was beginning to fear.
“Aw,” Ayla said, gently brushing a light kiss over Atrocious’ lips. “Don’t pout. Your sweet little behind was made to be punished.”
(more…)
Atrocious Lex | Erotic Punishment Is Still Punishment
It’s Monday! Erotic lesbian punishment day!
Atrocious Lex | Part Ten
Atrocious was undeniably attracted to Ayla, but there was a peculiar menace to the way the witch was promising sexual congress that she did not care for. She washed herself and watched silently as the buxom blonde witch pulled her clothing out of the copper, wrung it and hung it out to dry before the fire. It would be several more hours before it would be ready and she was at Ayla’s mercy until then. Endeavoring to stall for time, Atrocious wallowed about in the tub until the water grew so cold that even Ayla noticed she was beginning to shiver.
“There’s a towel next to the tub,” Ayla prompted.
“Yeah,” Atrocious agreed, inspecting her prune fingers.
“You should use it.”
“It would get wet in the tub,” Atrocious replied blithely, sinking beneath the soapy brown water once more. It was not entirely pleasant, but it temporarily adjourned the conversation, which was what she wanted. When she surfaced again, Ayla was gone, presumably into the other room.
Atrocious took the opportunity to scramble out of the bath and wrap herself in the towel that had been placed next to it. She padded forward on her tip toes and checked her clothes. They were warm, but still sodden and wet.
“They’ll be ready by morning.”
Atrocious squeaked, startled at being caught out by Ayla. The witch smiled. “Are you hungry?”
Shrugging, then nodding, Atrocious admitted that yes, she was pretty hungry.
“Come and have some food.”
Atrocious was suspicious at first, after all, she had not been promised food, she had been promised humiliating sex. But there was a loaf of bread on the table as well as some cheese and soup and she soon tucked in, forgetting about Ayla’s earlier threats whilst she filled her belly.
“Have you been traveling long?” Ayla sipped at some water whilst Atrocious ate.
“Ages,” Atrocious said.
“Where are you headed?”
“Well, er, I don’t know,” Atrocious admitted. She had no intention of admitting that she was traveling from place to place thieving what she could. Her response earned her a raised brow from Ayla.
“So you are a vagabond,” the witch observed. “I would have thought you too young and pretty to be without a home.”
“I am not that young,” Atrocious frowned.
“I beg your pardon,” Ayla smiled. “When you get to be my age, everyone looks young.”
“How old are you?”
“I had my two hundred and thirty fourth birthday last month,” Ayla’s eyes twinkled.
Atrocious nodded. She’d heard of the extended life span of the elvish, so hearing Ayla’s age only served to confirm her suspicions about the witch’s heritage. “Then I guess I’ll always seem young to you,” she said.
“It is a pity human years are so short,” Ayla sighed. “Not enough time for you to begin to learn what you need to know.”
“I know all I need to know,” Atrocious objected.
“Is that so?” Ayla smiled indulgently. “Is that how you come to be homeless and spying on people?”
“I have my methods,” Atrocious said, slopping up the rest of her soup with a hunk of bread.
“And I mine.” Ayla glanced at Atrocious’ bowl. “When you are done, we will see about your punishment.”
That made Atrocious frown. “Punishment? What for?”
Ayla fixed her with a firm look. “Let me see, rudeness, contrariness, spying. The list goes on.”
“You don’t have any right to punish me,” Atrocious pushed away from the table. “I just wanted to go on my way.”
“The fates have seen fit to put you in my path,” Ayla said firmly. “And I will deal with you as I see fit.”
(more…)
Atrocious Lex | Bath Time Spanking
No rubber duckies were harmed in the writing of this tale…
Atrocious Lex | Part Eight
Guided up from the chair still in a pronounced state of blindness, Atrocious was forced to listen to Ayla chide her over and over about all her sins.
“Such a filthy little wretch,” Ayla said, tugging Atrocious’ pants the rest of the way down her legs. “I can’t imagine how you got into such a state. You were up to no good, I’ll wager.
Atrocious kept her mouth shut, ignoring Ayla’s wagers. She was being undressed piece by piece, her defenses stripped away. Before long she was entirely naked before Ayla, who took casual advantage of the situation, running her hands over Atrocious’ body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. When Atrocious made a sound of complaint, Ayla responded with a quick slap to her bottom.
“Don’t whine, dear,” she said, squeezing Atrocious’s cheeks.
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Lady Shark *Out Now!*
I thought I knew how the game worked. I thought I had it all figured out, slinging high interest loans to people too stupid to know better or too far gone to have any other option. I had a nice car, a house in the suburbs. I had cable television, twenty four hour make up and shoes that matched my handbag. I was an apex predator at the top of my game. I thought I was untouchable. I was wrong.
I’d forgotten one thing, one very important thing. It doesn’t matter how big you are – there’s always a bigger shark out there. In my case, that shark was a revolutionary named Scarlett Black. She didn’t just want my money, she wanted me. All of me. She claimed my body, opened my mind and demanded nothing less than total obedience. She didn’t get it.
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Excellent news everyone, my latest novella has escaped into the wild just in time for the weekend and it’s rolling about in the grass just waiting for you to catch it
It’s worth noting that I’ve dubbed Lady Shark an erotic thriller. Most of my other books fall into the spanking romance category. That’s not to say that this novella doesn’t contain spanking content or the occasional bit of warm fuzziness, it most certainly does – however it also has a little more of an edge to it than pretty much all of my other works. It’s sexy, it’s hot, but it’s also a little dark. I hope you’ll enjoy it!
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Witch’s Cat **New Release**
A modern lesbian romance with a magical twist, Witch’s Cat follows the fortunes of Anita and Georgia. They’re a normal couple if you don’t count the cane in the corner and the potions in the basement. Anita is the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter and fancies herself quite the powerful witch. She’d rule the world, if only her strict (and completely non magical) girlfriend Georgia would let her.
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I announced that The Witch’s Broomstick was going to be out soon, and it is, except now it’s called ‘Witch’s Cat’. The title makes more sense this way, I promise.
I should warn you that most people are going to consider this to be erotica. That’s because it’s erotic. Rawr. But there’s also romance and because I still harbor hopes of being allowed into the Romance Writer’s conventions where the ladies have hair that doesn’t move when they do, and because I want you to feel comfortable with this ebook on your desktop, let’s say it’s wholesome lesbian romance. With a bow tie. Adorable.
Now available on Lulu.com and Amazon Kindle!
If you want to hold off on the commitment of purchasing, an attitude I understand entirely, here’s the first chapter, entirely free for you to read. It has spanking in it, so don’t tell me I don’t love you.







