A Pretty Princess Is In Trouble…

“She stole my clothes, you know,” Nive said, her grievances not close to being at an end. “And my jewels.”

“That is because a young lady in finery is rather distinctive,” Ayla explained. “We prefer to operate more discreetly, you understand.”

“I am never discreet. I am a pretty princess!” Nive declared proudly.

“You’re much more than that,” Ayla replied. “But we have time to discuss all that later. For now, we must move.”

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Telling tales on a warrior…

More than frightened, Nive was also thoroughly annoyed. She had been just hours from being a princess when the brutal warrior had single handedly dispatched her escort. She hadn’t known any of them, of course. They were a gift from the prince of Iskendar, but still. It was not pleasant seeing their demise, nor did she feel comfortable in the presence of the woman who caused it.

It was all completely maddening, she thought as she scrambled upright, her rear stinging from the application of the warrior’s palm. Merciful treatment, she supposed given what the woman was capable of.

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Kira Takes A Captive…

“Why are you sulking?” The toe of a dusty boot met the rump of a prisoner with relative gentleness, a nudge more than a kick.

Furious violet tinged blue eyes blazed up at the warrior in response to the stimulation of the captive’s half-covered posterior. That morning several maidservants had painstakingly dressed her in her best finery before she was conducted to her carriage. She was no longer wearing any of it. Upon capture she had been stripped of everything. The warrior had cut away her gown while she screamed in rage and taken every ring, necklace and jewel on her person.


A Girl Named Jimmy, PT 3: A Bad Mood

The slowest series ever returns with this instalment 😀 I hope you will forgive me the slowitude, I assure you I have excellent reasons for it. Parts one and two are linked at the links corresponding to the words one and two. Just FYI, as always, I may release this as a book in the future, which requires taking down posts, or not ‘finishing’ the book online, so please enjoy the journey while it lasts. Oh, and this is the serial continuation of Mature Women, so if you don’t have that book, you should totally get it.

After another therapy session which seemed interminable and thoroughly purposeless, Jimmy was free to wander the streets with her stolen little trinket in pocket.

Erin had eased up and allowed her to go out and about without someone hovering over her the whole time. That meant some small measure of freedom, which she had missed. What she hadn’t missed was how empty the streets could feel sometimes. There were plenty of people around, but she didn’t know any of them and none of them knew her either.


Jimmy glanced to her left and saw someone familiar closing at a fast pace. It was one of her friends, a bleached blonde named Terri, whose skinny, angular figure spoke more to illicit substances than good diet and exercise.

“I thought you were dead, or in jail or something,” Terri said upon reaching Jimmy’s side.

“I was or something,” Jimmy said. “Now I’m not. What’s up?”

“Nothing much, the usual. Uh, do you… have anything?” Terri waggled her eyebrows.
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Unauthorized Orgasm

A snippet from the world of Lesbia…


Om nom nom nom.


Kira looked down at the young lady whose teeth were gently nibbling at her forearm with a continuous motion which left her arm glistening with eager drool. The hard muscle of her upper thigh was likewise gleaming, but with a different moisture. The young woman’s lithe thighs were locked around Kira’s slightly raised leg, hips pumping as her bare pussy ground against Kira, taking pleasure in the unyielding tone of the warrior’s limb.

They were both naked, the broad shouldered warrior with dark fur covering the nexus between her thighs, war-toned abdominal plane and neat breasts which rose in twin rounds – and the younger, softer woman with the ample buttocks and thighs, the small breasts tipped with pink nipples, the cascading red gold hair and the fetish for biting.

“Do that as much as you like, Ada,” Kira said in kind, though stern tones. “We are not going to make love until you apologize for what you did.”

“But…” Ada lifted her big brown eyes to Kira’s gaze. “But… I… want you.”

“You don’t always get what you want,” Kira reminded her, tapping Ada’s nose with her forefinger.

Ada’s hips squirmed, the tight little bud of her clit rubbing furiously against Kira’s leg.

“If you make yourself cum, it will be the strap for you,” Kira reminded her. “Right to the offending body part.”
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Awww, Sweetest Reviews Ever!

Thank you to Sparrow and a mysterious Amazon Customer for two wonderful reviews of Clockwork Goddess 😀 As everyone who has been reading here for the last few years knows, the Chronicles of Lesbia are a passion of mine, a project which has been running for almost four years and spawned three books in that time.

Anything that goes on for that long becomes part of one’s life. The story has been a constant throughout that time, a place to go when other places weren’t always so friendly. It’s always been my hope that Lesbia might be more than just a made up fantasy land, but a refuge for those who occasionally need a world away from the world. A land where magic is real and witches rule and there’s always a spanking where one is needed.

I so appreciate everyone who got a copy, and those who left reviews, or may do so in the future, thank you!

Here are the two reviews left thus far, they are so generous and so clearly written by two people who get what these stories are about. I am deeply touched by them both.

Amazon Customer says:

Ms. Renard’s funny, intelligent use of words, as well as her excellent character development, put her ahead of many other authors of fiction, spanking/erotica, and fantasy. I have read 97% of her writings available on the internet, and will continue to do so as long as we both shall live…

Sparrow says:

This long awaited third adventure in Lesbia seems more like a prequel than a sequel to me, ending with the promise of New Beginnings in a whole new world-order for Lesbia, and further adventures for my favorite characters, Ayla and Kira. This third book in the series, with its secrets shrouded in mysteries, events directed by the most unexpected forces, and astonishing twists of fate that come without hint or warning, typical of stories by Loki Renard, kept me on the edge of my seat and unable to put it aside until the very last word. There are questions answered in this tale, and even more questions remaining, as Ayla and Kira continue their adventures in this mystical, magical, evolving place called Lesbia. I think this is a must-read primer for what is to come. I do love this series!

EDIT: Additional thanks to ‘a reader‘ for another awesome review, it’s so lovely to see people enjoying the book so much, thank you!

A Girl Named Jimmy, PT 2: A Naughty Magpie

“The world is a weird place,” Jimmy snapped. “Suck it up, buttercup.”

Mrs Thwaites did not respond immediately. She sat quietly serene and let the moment be. Jimmy was not quite so patient. She pushed out from under the table and sat up on the carpet.

“You don’t care what I do, do you? You get paid either way.”

“I don’t mind if you don’t wish to sit on the couch,” Mrs Thwaites replied. “I do wonder as to the significance of your choice, and your anger at my lack of concern.”

“I’m not angry,” Jimmy lied.
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The Third Lesbia Book Is Here!

Meet Clockwork Goddess… the third book in the popular Lesbia series. It’s out now! It’s all done! It’s ready for your eyes! Hurray! I am so happy that this is finally out, Lesbia is one of my great passions and I hope you will enjoy reuniting with Ayla and Kira in this full length novel. 😀

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In a world where strict royal matriarchy rules, order is kept by way of public thrashings, and magic is ferreted out wherever it hides, it’s difficult for a legendary witch like Ayla to get any peace.

All she wants is a quiet life in her little forest home. But with a warrior banging at her door demanding she take care of not one but two clever miscreants, one a herbalist who prefers nudity to clothing, the other a wily intellectual whose quiet demeanor belies a volatile temperament – not to mention a civil war about to break out, Ayla is going to have to put her plans on hold.

As a young queen bears down on the witch and her friends, Ayla finds herself trying to wrangle as disparate a group of misbehaved rebels as ever took up arms. Fortunately she has the famous warrior Kira by her side, helping to impart a little discipline as fate and forces beyond any of their control put every innocent in Lesbia in danger.

To save herself and those she loves, Ayla is forced to face a past she thought she’d left behind, discover a family she never knew – and to find the indomitable strength which exists inside a frail young mortal named Vix, who matters more than anyone imagines.

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A Girl Named Jimmy, PT 1 : An Angry Coffee Table

We begin again! This story begins more or less where Mature Women left off. I was going to wait a while, but then I decided not to. The impulsiveness works both ways!

“What are you doing?” Therapist, Mrs Thwaites appeared to be addressing an empty room. It was a very nice room, tastefully appointed with soothing decor and therapeutic tapestries, but it was not the sort of room which needed to be questioned by a therapist. Under most circumstances the questioning of the room would probably have constituted cause for some rather serious therapy in and of itself. Fortunately, Mrs Thwaites had not lost her mind, instead she was addressing her latest and most difficult client.

“Therapy.” Jimmy’s voice came from somewhere near the floor.
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Thank you, lovely readers!

Thanks to everyone who picked up a copy of Mature Women, you are super awesome! And extra thanks to those who have or intend to leave a nice review on Amazon. I appreciate the time it takes to do that 😀

I’m going to be continuing the adventures of Erin, Monica, Leslie and Jimmy over the coming months, so I guess there won’t be much time for recipes for vegan cupcakes made out of recycled plastic shoes. So that niche is wide open if you want to start a blog on that subject.

Fans of the Lesbia series will also be happy to know that I am inching ever closer to finishing the third book. It’s taking time, but that is what things have a tendency to do, absorb time like fluffy sponges. (Or fluffy rugs, fluffy rugs are all the rage here, and they’re completely impractical. A good tight weave is what you want in your floor coverings, with a top quality underlay for soft underfoot feel.)

The next instalment of Mature Women will effectively spoilerise the end of the book, so I will hold off on that for a little while to enable everyone to get around to getting a copy if they want. If you don’t, that’s okay too, you’ll work everything out using the powers of context and subtle recaps.

Mature Women Get Their Spankings

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“Naughty girl.”

Playfully chastising words were growled huskily into the delicate ear of a curvaceous woman on the receiving end of a vigorous erotic strumming, strands of dark hair falling into her panting mouth as she thrust her hips up against the body of her lover, an older woman with intense eyes and agile fingers.

Monica’s rear was painted red with the aftermath of a previous interlude, her cheeks blushing hot as Erin’s fingers plunged inside her time and time again, urging her toward a panting, screaming, hair flailing climax which shook her to her core. Milky breasts heaved as Monica gasped for air, flat on her back, pink nipples rampant as the last quivering tremors passed through her generous abdomen and thighs.

“I need to misbehave more often,” she said, her lips parting in a broad smile.

Erin slid over Monica’s prone body, her taut frame all lithe lines and ripples. “You misbehave quite enough,” she said, lifting her finger to tap Monica’s nose. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

Monica smiled, cat like, her lashes closing slowly over a devilish expression. “Never.”

Erin reached down where Monica’s bent knee left her butt exposed and slapped Monica’s generous rear with a firm hand. “Never?”

“Ouch,” Monica pouted. “Haven’t you had enough of that yet?”

“I think it’s you who hasn’t had enough,” Erin said, repeating the treatment. Hot sting flashed through Monica’s heated, exhausted flesh. Her lips parted in a moan as Erin swatted her backside, squirming, but not blocking access to her bottom, which she could have done easily enough simply by lowering her leg.

Her clit was throbbing, but it wasn’t just an erotic interlude. It was more than that. Every single time Erin’s hand landed on Monica’s bottom, Monica was reminded of just how much she was in Erin’s care. Erin was not a soft woman or an easy lover. She was a hard-nosed lawyer with more than a touch of butch about her and she could be intimidating, but Monica never felt as safe as she did when she was under Erin’s body, held in Erin’s arms.

“Eeeep!” She let out a little squeaking cry. “Okay,” she relented as her bottom blushed bright red. “I’ll be good for now.”

“For now, huh?” Erin shook her head. “I guess that’s the best I can expect from you, isn’t it, brat.”

Her fingers traced lightly over the hot flesh of Monica’s rear, tender touch relieving some of the sting. As Monica tried to formulate a reply, Erin’s fingers slid around the curve of her cheeks and found the sweet pouch of her pussy, her lips still flowering wetly from a multitude of orgasms. Again, Erin started teasing her there, tracing her outer lips with a slow, tantalizing touch which made Monica’s clit stand to attention, an eager, greedy little bud hiding between the puffy folds of her labia.

“Again?” Monica asked the question half-hopeful, half-worried. Her pussy was aching from Erin’s attentions, slightly sore from a vigorous session of lovemaking. She knew that look in Erin’s eyes though, Erin wasn’t done with her yet.

“Again,” Erin confirmed, slowly letting her finger drift inside Monica’s womanly chalice, stirring the warm juices in slow swirls as Monica once more lifted her hips and surrendered herself to…


Mature Women, the book, is available right now! Complete with hot new scenes and a happy ending. Click here to get your copy!

F.Y.I *Forthcoming Spanky Material Warning*

I’m going to be wrapping up the Mature Woman Seeks Spanking story very soon. I’ve been working on making an extended, edited version with extra erotic spanking scenes and such and an ending of sorts too. Launching a book involves taking down most of the posts on the site, so if you’re particularly attached to them, feel free to make your own copies for your own personal use. (It occurred to me that it might be nice if I gave people warning this was going to happen.)

I’d appreciate if you’ve got the means, getting a copy of the ebook when it comes out, ’cause that keeps the site going and makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. I plan to continue the tale of Erin, Leslie, Monica and Jimmy* after the ebook launches, so there will always be more to read here. It’s not the end. It’s only the end of the beginning.

(*Unless there turns out to be 0 demand for it, in which case this blog will be replaced by a series of recipes for vegan cupcakes made out of recycled plastic shoes.)