You look out the window from whence Kai threw herself moments earlier. You’re not sure why Constance seems so grim about everything, Kai looks like a lot of fun. If you could toss yourself out of third floor windows without breaking your neck, you would too.

“Kai doesn’t seem very sore or sorry,” you point out mischievously.

Constance gives you a dark look. “Those without conscience very rarely seem sorry about anything until it is too late.”

You’re not sure how to respond to that, so you shrug. Constance needs to lighten up.

She looks at you a moment or two longer and folds her arms across her chest. You have the unsettling experience of feeling like a mouse examined by a cat as her gaze pierces you.

“What do you do?” (more…)

Staring up at those big imposing doors, you feel your heart in your throat.  Constance’s expression is so serious, and she’s so stern, you can’t even imagine what the Queen must be like. What kind of a woman must rule over all these soldiers and guards and all this obvious wealth? She must be ruthless indeed, you think as half remembered history lessons come flooding back to you. Queens and Kings never did have a great reputation for mercy and kindness, did they? What if she takes a dislike to you? What if she orders you thrown into the moat? What if she orders you torn apart by wolves?

“Yes Ma’am,” you squeak, twisting the ragged edges of what was once your fly together. “I understand.”

Constance nods, apparently satisfied.  “Remember your manners,” she adds unnecessarily.

She reaches out and knocks once, twice. There is no reply. Your spirits lift for a moment, perhaps you will not have to meet the queen. They plummet again when Constance turns the great handles and opens the doors.

You find yourself ushered into a large chamber, the stone walls of which are ornately carved with all matter of sprites and daemons and other creatures you can’t begin to recognize. Large arched windows stretch from floor to ceiling and dominate the left hand wall of the chamber. There is no glass covering them, they are open to the world and through them you can see over a great city to snowy peaked purple hills in the distance. This is an open air chamber appropriate for a goddess, not a mere mortal.
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A Butt From Tempesthole

To the fine and upstanding readers who patronized Loki Renard’s store (that’s me, having a store on the Internet) and Lulu books for the purposes of obtaining my latest e-book effort, Operation Sadiemeister.

Your support is quite simply legendary and I cannot thank each and every one of you enough.  I hope you continue to enjoy both the free series and the ebooks I’ll be producing in the future. The third Rebel book is still in the works, in the meantime, I plan to continue the Spanking Story Adventure series because it’s fun and interactive and deeply improving for all concerned.

Trusting Constance like a lamb, you follow her into the innards of the castle. Here there are more guards, but they’re neater and less surly in their appearance and they’re interspersed with people wandering the halls dressed in flowing robes and tight breeches, though usually not at the same time.

All the passersby cast curious looks at you, clearly your appearance is just as outlandish to them as theirs is to you. Struggling with your butchered pants, you do your best to hold them together with one hand, knowing full well it probably looks like you’re trailing after Constance feeling yourself up.

As you and Constance proceed through the halls, winding this way and that, things gradually become more ornate and intimidating. The flagstones turn to marble floors and no longer are the walls suffered to be bare stone, instead they’re covered in tapestries depicting a variety of different scenes. Some are traditional battle scenes, complete with rampant horses and men waving swords about. Others depict robed women partaking in ceremonies that clearly involve balls of light flashing about the place. You’re so busy looking at the pictures on the wall that you don’t notice Constance has stopped. As a result, you wander absent mindedly into her rear end.

“Oops,” you mutter as you bounce off her backside. She turns and shoots you an unimpressed look.

“You will need to become more mindful of your surroundings,” she lectures you curtly.

“Yes Ma’am,” you agree. There’s no point being confrontational anymore, you’ve delivered yourself into the hands of this woman, you just have to hope she doesn’t decide to chop you up and eat you. Still, being lectured for being clumsy as if you’re a silly little kid sticks in your craw.

Looking around Constance, you see that you’re standing outside an impressive set of doors, which surely indicates that there will be something impressive on the other side.

“These are the Queen’s chambers,” Constance confirms your suspicions. “You must behave with the utmost decorum in respect for the Queen. Do you understand?”

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Quick Edit: I love the way the voting has suddenly swung hard in favor of behaving oneself. It truly is a testament to the power of a good, swift spanking. Or is it?

New readers may be interested to learn that the characters and places they’re playing amongst in this ‘Choose Your Own Spanking Adventure’ series are taken from the ebooks Rebel Princess and Rebel Priestess. Rebel Princess is the first book in the series and is a full length F/F spanking novel available in ebook form from Lulu.com

Iskendar is a harsh land, especially for rebellious young women who refuse to quietly accept their place in the world. When rough urchin Kai and cosseted Priestess-to-be Lucy meet in the midst of their own personal rebellions, worlds collide.

Is their passionate attraction and the firm hand of the powerful noblewoman Rael enough to subdue them to the useful and the good? Or will their rebellion eventually tear them, and Iskendar, apart?

(29 chapters / 133 pages)

$5.99

And back to Tempus Brat…

You whimper as tears roll down your cheeks. It’s not hard to cry, you’ve been subjected to such strangeness and pain over the past few hours that the tears come entirely naturally. The spanking hurt, but being put over a strange woman’s lap and slapped hard is the least of your worries. It’s the waking up in a strange new world where nobody knows what a zipper is that has you really concerned. Either you’ve gone mad, or weirdness of an order of magnitude beyond your comprehension has taken place. You consider responding to the guard’s question with false bravado, but your nerve fails you.

“I’m sorry, I.. don’t know where I am… I don’t know what’s going on. I’m scared.”

The note of genuine distress in your voice clearly touches a nerve with the guard. “There’s no need to be scared, girl,” she says reassuringly, patting your bottom lightly.
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