Hey there! You there! Why are you looking so down? You know what you need? Another update of Brat Stalker. That’s right. Another update. In your face with words, yo!
Brat Stalker 4.2
Data, data, streaming by before Chase’s glazed eyes. This was a new kind of tedium, a tedium tinged with pain and a deep home-sickness that Chase felt to her very bones. It had been but a few hours since Darby had taken her over her lap and unleashed a hell of a spanking on her backside. A few hours since Chase had learned that Darby really wasn’t bluffing about her new reality. She had meant every threatening word she’d ever uttered. That left Chase feeling scared and incredibly alone, even though she was surrounded by plenty of people, people who did their jobs obediently and without complaint. They may as well have been aliens for all the kinship Chase felt with them.
After having been forced back into the Data Center by an unrelenting Darby, Chase seethed silently to herself. Her tears had dried on her cheeks hours ago, but the feelings that surged through her body had not dissapated in the slightest, indeed they seemed to grow with every passing pixel that slid by on her screen.
She jabbed at the keyboard in front of her, flagging a suspicious node before it could escape the screen and get her in trouble. (more…)
Holy shmoly you guise! Alyx actually posted her story, Super Top, a story about a naughty sub who is getting out of hand and the ‘Super Top’ who comes in to give her frazzled top some help in handling her. It’s super awesome (with a hint of maybe gay on f spanking too.. *grin*) (I have a weakness for that you know, it’s the rarest of the spanking combos, like an albino lumberjack.)
Another update, so soon? Why yes Sappho’s Bratlings, just for you (And it’s a long one. Aren’t you all lucky that I have the sleep schedule of a migrating Tibetan Yak afflicted with ADHD.)
Brat Stalker 4.1
‘Black Jack… need a Black Jack’, Chase muttered to herself, frowning in deep concentration. Why was there never a Black Jack exposed when you needed one? Of course, last game it had been a 4 of hearts or diamonds that had stymied her plans for solitary domination. There was always something amiss, always something. How very like life, she mused as she hit the ‘New Game’ button.
Alas, the new game was not to be. A brawny arm reached around her, closed her game screen and before Chase could protest, she was squealing as she was yanked bodily out of her chair and slapped across the backside by her glowering supervisor. All the friendly goodwill was gone from his expression as he stood before her, his hands on his hips as he lectured her thoroughly.
“What do you think you are doing? Solitaire? Seriously?”
“I know,” Chase replied mournfully, “It’s a crap game, but it’s all you have on your systems here.” (more…)
Okay, so, things have been up and down and all around lately, haven’t they? The forum is down for the moment due to technical issues, but to make it up to you, I’ve added a thread function that makes it possible to reply to specific comments. That should make commenting more fun and easier to follow!
Oh, and more Brat Stalker. More!
Brat Stalker 4.0
The days following her capture and incarceration were decidedly unpleasant for Chase. The work was hard and boring, and unlike in Chase’s previous role, there was no chance of slacking off to play video games. She found herself installed in the Data Center, which turned out to be a large, inexplicably hexagonal room with terminals ranged around its outer walls and similarly hexagonal command core in the center where serious faced fellows and ladies stared at screens of incomprehensible data and punched at keyboard keys with rapid fire strokes.
Her supervisor was a lanky middle aged man with a youthful dress sense that involved large amounts of t-shirts, jeans and leather accessories. His jet black hair fell to his shoulders, giving him a sort of mild mannered rock god feel to his persona that Chase found quite soothing after dealing with Agent Darby. (more…)
(And it’s a long one. Aren’t you all lucky that I have the sleep schedule of a migrating Tibetan Yak afflicted with ADHD.)
