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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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!

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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.

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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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Right, so, update time. I believe the last time we were in these parts, Atrocious was taking an introduction to voyeurism and the guard was busy making her the most wanted woman in all the lands. Perilous times indeed!

As always, the first parts of this story can be found here…

Atrocious Lex | Part Six

As the blonde neared her climax, Atrocious took cover underneath the window. She could no longer see the frantically thrusting fingers in the slick slit, but she could hear the woman’s cries of unbridled pleasure. It was a sweet kind of torture, being so aroused by the wanton stranger but unable to do anything about it without inviting disaster. As it was, she was risking far too much by lurking under the window. The cries reached a climax and stopped, and, whilst Atrocious was still sitting on the ground, a silly grin on her face, the door of the little cottage opened.

“Who are you?” The inquiry was Atrocious’ first indication that she’d been caught. She dragged her fingers out from her pants quickly, though not quickly enough. The blonde, who turned out to be a rather attractive middle aged woman with more than a little elf about her features, evidenced in the high cheekbones and slanted, almost cat like green eyes, saw what Atrocious had been doing immediately. “Peeping Tom!”
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Little Miss and the Law

‘Did she know how much she looked like a little girl when she pouted like that? Mackenzie thought probably not as she watched the woman rifling through her handbag crossly. She was wearing a stiff, starched white shirt with a tie that made her look somewhere between the school girl she most definitely wasn’t, and the executive Mackenzie guessed she probably was.’

Stephanie is a soon-to-be out of work journalist close to a meltdown of major misbehavior. Mackenzie is a strict lawyer with a penchant for rescuing damsels in distress. When the two meet, sparks fly.

Can Mackenzie curb Stephanie’s bratty ways? And more importantly, can she mend a brat’s broken heart?

Witch’s Cat

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.

Obeying Rigel

A contemporary lesbian romance, Obeying Rigel is the tale of martial arts instructor Rigel and her reluctant student Sadie.

“You strut through your life, giving everyone you meet attitude. Most people probably don’t even deserve it. And you know that, but you keep doing it. You’re waiting for someone who won’t take it. Every time you make a snarky remark or a smart ass comment, there’s part of you that wishes there was somebody around to put you firmly in your place. But there hasn’t been anyone, has there?”

Sadie’s head spun as Rigel closed the final little bit of distance between them and lowered her voice. “Until now.”

When cocksure, laid-back drop out Sadie meets the wickedly attractive, yet stern Rigel, sparks fly. Unimpressed with her layabout lifestyle and outright bratty attitude, Rigel sets about making things very difficult for her little Sadie.

Lady Shark

Forget everything you know, forget every lesson you were ever taught. All the rules have been broken, all bets have been called off. The world as you know it is about to disappear.

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.

I’ve been terribly mischievous with this Atrocious Lex story haven’t I. Atrocious, even, one might say. I have been working hard though. Terribly hard, I assure you. For example, I put together this snippet of an erotic air filter manual. I also span around on my chair for at least five minutes until I got dizzy. Oh, and I put out the Loki Renard’s Lesbian Spanking Collection, which is mostly of benefit to people who wouldn’t know me from a hole in the wall. Which, to be fair, is most people.

Tell you what though. I’ll write an update this weekend. The official Atrocious Lex page is still up, you know. You could have bookmarked it. Why didn’t you, hmmm? Hmm? Right. Think about that next time. You know this blog is more erratic than a Chihuahua on amphetamine.

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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