Those of you who enjoyed Rebel Princess will be pleased that the sequel has begun. Welcome to the first chapter of ‘Rebel Priestess’.

It’s been a year since Kai betrayed Lucy and was imprisoned in Iskendar, and for Lucy, things have come to a head. Rael and Lucien are now King and Queen of Iskendar, but Lucy still languishes in the twilight world of a love that can never be.

It had been some time since anyone had spoken Kai’s name at all. Simply to hear Lucien say it brought all the memories flooding back, the times when they had lain naked in one another’s arms, the times when Kai had been tender, and the times when she had not been tender at all.

A quivering tremor of pleasure ran through Lucy’s belly as she remembered the way Kai had taken her over and over again. ‘You are mine,’ she would say in fiercely possessive tones. And she had meant it too. She was lean and rather slight of build, but she had such power about her. She was so completely different from anyone Lucy had ever known.

Lucy moaned softly, allowing her fingers to drift beneath the hem of her dress. “Kai…” she gasped as she allowed her delicate fingertips to trail up her inner thigh, teasing, caressing.

You didn’t think you were only getting a rant today, did you? No! It is story day! To be precise, it is the day on which I am releasing the 11th chapter of Little Miss and the Law. In this chapter, Jake breaks every rule in the book. Hardly surprising, I agree, after all, breaking rules is what brats do. What happens to brats after they break the rules though, that can sometimes be unpredictable.

Enjoy!

Jake glowered under furrowed brows as Archer stalked away from her and towards the front gates, her rounded derriere swaying the sway of a derriere belonging to a woman who knows how to use her body for maximum effect. Caught somewhere between lust and jealousy, Jake growled a quiet little growl in the base of her throat. She’d had enough of this place. Enough of Archer’s manner of dealing with everyone around her as if they were simply pawns or feeble minded children.

Not everyone felt the way Jake did though, a fact made obvious by the two women who stood nervously in front of the gates giggling nervously as Archer approached and then strode back and forth in front of them, evidently delivering some impressive speech. They were practically drooling over her as they visibly squirmed in place.

“Fuck this,” Jake muttered to herself. It was bad enough being kidnapped and locked up here without having to watch every person in the place fawn over Archer as if she were a goddess incarnate.

At the edge of Jake’s vision, the glaring blue of her horrid overalls enforced the bizarre reality of her predicament further. Wearing these things she looked like just another paying customer taking a break from the cares of everyday life. But she wasn’t a paying customer, and she’d be dammed if she’d play along nicely with Archer’s attempts to use her as some kind of example for the others. It was time that Ms Archer learned that just because you hit someone, it doesn’t mean they’ll respect you, and it doesn’t mean they’ll learn anything.

“I ain’t learning a damn thing!” Jake promised herself under her breath.

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Ohh ohh! And how’s about a few cute shots of a fan-made ‘Jake’, created in The Sims 3. If you’re a Sims 3 player who wants the Jake download, or if you’ve made any of your own characters, get in touch!

I’m absolutely disgusted that Texas allows schools to ‘paddle’ children in their care. Either every single adult in the Texas legislation is an innocent lamb, pure as the driven snow and they have no idea that striking a person on the buttocks stimulates blood flow and occasional feelings of (in this case, probably) unwanted arousal, or they’re fine with effectively mandating what amounts to a brutal, cruel and unusual sexual practice for use on children.

Spanking is super if you’re an adult who has the ability to consent to it, if you’re a helpless child being struck by moronic adults because they can’t figure out how to mold productive behavior by other means, then it is abuse.

I’d call them perverts, but to be honest, that would be unfair to perverts. At least most perverts know to relegate activities involving people’s bottoms to the places where they belong, in consensual relationships between adults.

I’m sick of hearing adults complain that kids need ‘their asses whipped.’ No they don’t. If you’re a parent, you need to man, (or woman) the fuck up and realize that being a parent should never involve ritual humiliation or the striking of a child. Parents control their children’s entire worlds, from what they eat, to where they sleep, who they talk to and what they play with and yet some parents can’t figure out ways to encourage good behavior without resorting to physical violence.  From this we can safely draw the conclusion that some parents are evidently gormless morons who should never have been allowed to breed.

Nobody ever suggests we should hit adults, do they? You never hear about these hardliners campaigning for people who break the law to be spanked. Why? Because adults can hit back.

It’s pure cowardice to hit a child, and with study after study having showed that spanking causes aggression issues in children, the fact that Texas has seen fit to institutionalize child abuse is sickening.

Spanking is for adults.

I had a particularly good night last night, and so I decided that as a special Saturday bonus of Awesomeness I would waive the week’s wait and share the next part of Little Miss and the Law, which features Hunter (who is so dreamy, dreamy, I tell you!) also Archer, who is still full of her dangerous dominatrix self.

In future, or rather, generally, story updates are made weekly. If you haven’t already, subscribe to Sappho’s Brats through the email updates thingy on the sidebar, or through the newfangled RSS. That will save you a lot of pressing F5 to see if the site has updated, and may even prevent the onset of RSI. I do this because I care. I care lots

Hunter smiled and tilted his head to the side, as if he were considering her plea. Jake looked up at him hopefully, a puppy dog plastered firmly on her face until he relented.

“Okay, but you stay by my side, no wandering off. If you do, you’ll be right back here before you know what’s happening, understand?” His tone was firm, but unlike so many of the people who had cause to discipline Jake, there was no note of frustration or annoyance in it. Jake found herself warming quickly to Hunter, especially as she remembered how quickly and easily he had caught her earlier in the dim light. He was a pretty talented guy, one that didn’t have any trouble keeping up with her.

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Women have always been pressured to be ‘feminine’ a word that has come to mean dainty and servile and pretty and alluring. If I use the word ‘feminine’ in describing something, it is unlikely that the reading audience will take it that I mean something is strong and bold and honorable. Instead, it will nigh mean the opposite, weak and shy and easily lead astray. That, in and of itself, is exceptionally telling.

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So I’ve been trolling the interwebs looking for lesbian spanking fiction written by other authors for my spanking review series, and whilst I have found a few gems I will most certainly be sharing, I’ve also noticed an oddity in the way that lesbian spanking relationships are often treated. In the interests of full disclosure, I’m personally a woman all over the map of sexuality, but I enjoy writing relationships between women, lesbians, because they take on new and interesting dimensions from the typical authoritarian male / female spanking relationships, in which a male is the spanker often purely by virtue of being male.

Anyway, here’s a little whine / rant about much of the lesbian spanking fiction I came across. Though many authors seem comfortable with writing spanking scenes between women, they do not seem so comfortable with portraying the romantic relationship between them. Characters leap wildly into sex with little to no preamble, they start slapping bottoms for next to no reason whatsoever and things usually end on a strangely flat note.

This seems to be because lesbians are treated almost like un-people in some respects. They are portrayed as alluring, beautiful, but somehow devoid of anything but the drive to have sex. Why is this? Well, it is possible it is because some of these tales are penned by men with a penchant for action over romance, but in saying that, there are plenty of male authors who write emotional content well when it is between a man and a woman, and no doubt there are some male authors also able to grasp the intricacies of lesbian relationships as well. Sadly, many authors choose not to.

Fortunately, there are other authors that make up the balance. You’ll note that I briefly reviewed the site Alyx Fic yesterday, and that I also mentioned the very real feeling of domesticity and romance that is portrayed in those tales. There’s a realism that makes them come alive.

Unfortunately, and ironically in the past, a great deal of lesbian fiction has been aimed soley at men, and let’s face it, the man who is reading the lesbian fiction story isn’t likely to be as concerned with how Stacy feels about Tracey’s late nights at the office any further than they function as a plot device for a hot lesbian workaholic spanking. That, I believe, is why much lesbian fiction has a hollowness to it, because it wasn’t written for women who wanted to enjoy the progression and romantic tension of a spanking relationship, rather it was designed as pure wank material.

Lesbian spanking fiction for women needs to be more than spank, thrust, spank, it needs to blossom into its hotness, so that the hotness can be truly enjoyed for what it is, not (purely) entertainment for men, but the product of the love and affection shared between two women.

Red bottomed lesbians have feelings too.

Hi, I’m Loki Renard, and I write spanking stories. A lot of spanking stories.  Some have men spanking women, some have men spanking men and some, yes, some have women spanking women, both for the sake of stern discipline and in the name of love. My home site, Trouble Books is home to all of them, but I wanted to make this site for the ladies and gentlemen with a preference for lesbian spanking fiction. So Sappho’s Brats is both an homage to the Greek Poet after whom the term lesbian was coined, and a place for brats and tops of the lesbian persuasion to find fiction to tickle their fancies.