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.
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.
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.
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.
Long time readers will know that Sappho’s Brats has been somewhat guilty of clinging to a single format for ebooks for quite some time. For the longest while, you could only download ebooks in .pdf format. Then I added some titles to Amazon’s Kindle service. Now we’re coming current with the world at large and titles will be available in all formats including .pdf, .rtf, .mobi, .txt, .pdb, .epub, .lrf. That means they’ll now be compatible with iPads, Nooks, Sony Readers, Kindles, Palm devices and computers of all kinds.
I’ve started the process with Witch’s Cat, but I hope to have most all the Sappho’s Brats library available in multiple formats in the not too distant future. Here’s to progress and more disciplinary romance of the lesbian and female top / female bottom persuasion.
EDIT: Little Miss and the Law has now been added!
Think Atrocious needs a sound spanking?
Kira’s palm came down hard across a bouncing red rear amidst incoherent yowls that could have been pleas for clemency, dire threats or anything in between. She was sitting on a fallen tree and she had Atrocious held firmly over her lap, one iron banded arm wrapped around the young thief’s waist as she belabored her bottom with impressive punitive enthusiasm.
Taking no part in the punishment, Ayla stood a short distance away, scanning the surrounding area for soldiers, bandits and other nasties that inhabited the region. Her expression was impassive, in spite of the blow she’d taken to the jaw earlier she seemed to be taking no joy in what was happening to Atrocious.
“You do not lie to me!” Kira emphasized every word with another slap to the bright red rear caught over her thigh. Whether the lesson was taking was debatable, but whether she was making an impression was not. Atrocious was wailing, a steady cry that had started several minutes earlier and showed no signs of stopping.
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.”
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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.”
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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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