It’s pretty obvious that Little Miss and the Law was the crowd favorite, so here’s the first part of your free story. I do hope you enjoy!

It was a humid, rainy day. The sort of day that made everything dreary and awful. It was a day for squeaking rubber soles and flappy nylon umbrellas. It was a day for driving slow and arriving late. It was a day for complications and problems.

Mackenzie drummed her pen against the smooth wood of her desk and glared out the rain smeared window. She didn’t like being made to wait. She especially didn’t like being made to wait where her subordinates were concerned, yet she was being forced to wait regardless, and by a paralegal, no less.

Whilst she waited, she reviewed the document in front of her again and let out an exasperated sigh. This would not do. It would not do at all. She was gloomily pondering why standards seemed to be slipping about the place when a tap at the door announced the arrival of her victim.

The tapper was Susan Barnes, a paralegal who’d been with the company three months, more than long enough to know better than to keep her boss waiting. The young woman stood in the doorway uncertainly, as if the floor of Mackenzie’s office might be made of lava.

“Come in,” Mackenzie said without smiling, standing up and buttoning the middle button of her dark tailored suit as she did. Mackenzie was a tall woman, as tall as most men and when she wore heels, as she commonly did, she was taller still. Unlike other tall women who often hunched their shoulders, Mackenzie had never tried to hide her height.
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This post is cross posted everywhere I can cross post it.

Guess what. I made a spanking site. It’s called Spanking Stories. It has a URL only an SEO could love, but let’s not judge it based on that

So by this stage you’re probably all ‘christ balls Loki, another site? how many sites do you need?’ and I would say ‘I will be appearing on a digital episode of ‘Hoarders’ any day now.’

But our conversation would not end there, because there is something in this for you, I hope.

I want Spanking Stories to be a site for everyone. So if you’ve written some spanking free fiction, or perhaps published your own spanking stories (with traditional publishers or by your lone self) which you totally want money for then you should let me know by emailing me with the details of your work.

I’ll add an excerpt of the spanking story to the blog page and then link back to your site where readers can absorb your spanky goodness. In this fashion, the web will be spared yet another ‘omg it’s all Loki all the time’ spanky site.

Sound awesome? It should. (And if people don’t send me their stuff of their own free will, well then I’ll hunt ‘em down and review ‘em anyway, because the web needs to know about the great spanking fiction that is hiding everywhere.)

Help the web. Help yourself spread the spanky word. Tell your spanky friends. Tell your non spanky friends by accident then almost die of embarrassment. Good times.

Hello, happy holidays! Please allow me to introduce my latest ebook, ‘The Sisterhood’.

This is the (slightly reworked) novella version of the web series ‘The Naughtiest None’ that has been running for some weeks now. If you prefer to follow the free version, fear not, the story will continue in the new year. For those of you who do purchase the ebook however, there is an extra long chapter of additional bonus content that won’t be available in the free series. For additional incentive, there’s also 10% off for a limited time, which should please those of you who enjoy percentages off!

(Additional content hint: Layne finally pushes Grizelda too far.)

In a fractured land fought over by petty kings, the Sisterhood, a powerful organization of women lead by the enigmatic Superior sees all and controls all. Except for Cody, the wicked initiate who spends her days flouting authority wherever she finds it.

Mistress Layne hopes to subdue Cody to the useful and the good by mild degrees, but even beautiful Layne has problems of her own in the form of Grizelda, a hard as nails senior Mistress whose callused hands have seen more hard work and hard times than pretty pampered Layne and bratty young Cody could ever have imagined.

When Cody and Layne are faced with Grizelda’s harsh authoritarian regime, something has to give. Who will bend, who will break and who will beg for forgiveness?

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Also of note is the fact that at the moment, four of my ebooks, MotoBrat, Obeying Rigel, Rebel Princess and Little Miss and the Law are in the Top 10 Gay and Lesbian books on Lulu.com this week. THANK YOU so much to all of you who have bought my ebooks and rated them on Lulu.com, this sort of thing really lifts my spirits.

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It has been an awfully long time since I updated this series, hasn’t it? Never fear however, this is a fairly meaty update and it ties up some loose ends that have been floating about since the beginning of the series.

Somewhere between the curtains and the dresser, something moved. At first it was such a small, slight movement that it would have been incredibly difficult to know that anything had moved at all. It was the merest twitch of an atom, which twitched another atom, which sent yet another tiny particle into a tail spin. Slowly, yet with gathering speed, the very fabric of existence began to twirl with a low twanging hum, much like the sound of someone playing an accordion in the distance.

To the casual observer, very little had changed in the room. Perhaps there was a slight waviness in front of the palatial velvet curtains, like hot air on a hot day, but one would have had to have been watching very carefully indeed to have noticed such a thing.

What one would certainly haven noticed however, would have been the sudden emergence of a woman via the portal. She appeared through it, head first, with a ‘floop’ sound and was subsequently tossed rather unceremoniously onto the flagstone floor.

As she lay there groaning, the low droning accordion sound faded away and reality returned to its usual configuration, patting down its sleeves and straightening its jacket and making disapproving noises the entire time.

Lucy lifted her head, half afraid she might still be in the terrible place she’d come from. The loud, noisy place with the metal beasts and blaring talking head boxes. What an awful place. As she laid eyes on the familiar surroundings of Queen Rael’s chambers, she felt quite tempted to burst into tears of relief. Finally, she was home.
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This is what happens when comment threads go horribly right *grin*. Thanks to KSK, for spawning this post in my brain.

Enid Blyton was an incredibly prolific and well loved English children’s author who wrote a vast range of stories for children of all ages. I read her works extensively as a child because they often had spankings in them, and as every spanko who used to feverishly look up the word ‘spanking’ in the dictionary for a bit of a thrill knows, finding references to spanking in fiction was like finding the holy grail in a world without the Internet. Enid Blyton’s books often had multiple references to spanking littered throughout them, and largely due to this fact, they were my favorite books when I was a child.
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It’s been forever since I posted some free spanking, isn’t it? You’re probably wondering why you still bother. Well cheer up chapettes, here’s a little more from Tempus Brat.

After being thoroughly thrashed by Constance and falling asleep on the rug in her chambers, Cade was eventually woken up and sent to simple quarters for the night. Constance’s last words to her were a simple instruction, imparted with a swat to Cade’s well punished behind.

“Behave yourself.”

When one is told to behave oneself by a woman who has just expertly wielded a cane against one’s backside, one tends to behave. But Cade was not such a one, or to put it another way, the spanking she’d endured at Constance’s hands had left her feeling not only sad and sore – but very angry indeed and not in any mood to behave herself.

Rubbing her bottom grumpily, she laid on her stomach on the simple cot bed, which was mercifully covered in a soft fur, and turned the events of the day over and over in her mind. Her tummy growled. She was hungry. She’s probably deliberately been sent to bed without any dinner. Maybe it was Constance’s plan to beat and starve her to death. She wouldn’t have put it past the big mean blonde.

It was all Kai’s fault, Cade thought to herself, unable to contemplate the idea that the painful events of the past few hours might have been her own fault. No, it was definitely Kai’s fault. It was Kai who had trailed her around the place and eventually brought her back, it was Kai who had lead her into Constance’s clutches and it was Kai who had left her to Constance’s tender mercies.

Frowning deeply to herself, Cade vowed revenge on Kai. She felt better having vowed revenge on someone, it gave her a sense of purpose, a feeling that she was not merely flotsam in a strange world. She tried to get to sleep then, but the aching in her behind made sleeping difficult, and the rumbling in her stomach did not help much either. Eventually she got out of the bed and wandered over to see if the door might open.
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If you’ve been wondering just when Cade was finally going to get into trouble for all her misdeeds… today’s the day.

Upon arrival back at the castle, Cade found herself ushered rather triumphantly through the halls by Kai, who was taking a very smug attitude to having been the only one capable of finding her. She strutted in front of Cade like a skinny little peacock, entirely proud of herself in every way. Though watching Kai be so clearly pleased with herself was amusing, as they drew closer to what Cade knew now were the royal chambers, she felt her innards begin to churn with nerves. She tapped Kai’s shoulder and gave her her best pleading look.

“Do we have to go back to the Queen?”

“You’d prefer to see Constance?” Kai shrugged. “It’s your funeral.” She turned on her heel and lead Cade down a new series of halls, whistling a casual little tune as she did.

Cade puzzled at her words. Constance had been relatively kind so far, and surely she would be more lenient than a scorned monarch? Kai was a woman of her word however, she delivered Cade safely to Lady Constance, who had retired to her chambers, no doubt to deal with matters of greater importance than strange urchins who materialized half drunk on a Sunday morning and chewed the drapery. The door of her chambers were ajar and Cade could quite clearly see her working on some papers, a frown of concentration on her face. She was clearly busy. Perhaps they could come back later.

“GUESS WHO?!” Kai slammed her fist against the half open door with a raucous cry and a wide grin.

Cade groaned at the introduction and the moment Constance looked up from her papers and laid those icy eyes on her, she yearned for the howling mob that had been chasing her about the city square not an hour earlier. Anything had to be preferable to the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her she was now completely at the mercy of a very displeased noblewoman.
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It’s all different, but it’s the same!

EDIT: By the by, I just added the ‘Comment Luv’ feature to Sappho’s Brats, if you click to tick the comment box when you leave a comment and put your blog address in the website box, then it will search for your last post and add it as a link to your comment. I realize this is all completely out of keeping with previous announcements to do with the blog, but I can only hope you love me for my stories, and not for any hope of a sense of consistency *sweet smile*.

As the mountain of angry man glowered down at her, Cade made a prudent decision of self preservation and took to her heels, dashing as quickly as she could between the laughing, jeering patrons of the bar, some of whom reached out for her, trying to stay her as she fled for the exit.

“Get back ‘ere!” The man she’d insulted was not going to let her escape so easily it seemed, and even as Cade gained the exit, his thumping footsteps on the creaking wooden boards of the bar boded ill for her.

As she burst forth into the fading sunshine of what had been a rather pleasant afternoon, she found that the crowd of market shoppers that had hidden her so well before had now thinned to the point that they were mere obstacles that hid nothing at all. They milled about like stupid sheep, stuffed to the brim with candied apples and mead, getting in Cade’s way as she wound her way through them at top speed.
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What ho chapettes and chaps, welcome to the 19th installment of Tempus Brat. Voting on the 2nd person vs 3rd person issue was tight, but the 3rd person votes got it by a nose and I rather find that writing in the third person is somehow more immersive, so I’ll stick with that I think. Hopefully this won’t be too jarring for those of you who preferred the second person.

Though the breaded meats were so tempting and close, Cade flexed her ethical muscles and set about scouting the ground for signs of copper coins. If her couch managed to swallow tens of dollars a year, surely the flagstones of this great marketplace must hold a few treasures.

Between the legs of the shoppers she spotted a glint of silver a few paces away, nestled between a rotten smushed potato and a bit of discarded lettuce. With only a few mutters of ‘excuse me’ and ‘watch it’ and only one accidental shot to her ribs from the knee of a passing stranger, she managed to retrieve the small silver disc. It had not been stamped with a figurehead, but it bore the mark of a rampant dragon and surely something so shiny and utterly coin-like could only be money.

Clutching the little piece of silver in her hand, Cade approached the breaded meat seller and thrust her treasure in his direction.
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Okay, so here’s the plan, comments are back up if you want to use them, but at the first sign of weirdness, I assure you that the party responsible for the weirdness will be hurled into the confusing sort of reality that would make MC Escher go a bit mad. Taking prisoners, I am not.

I’m also going to try changing the style of Tempus Brat, because I think there is a possibility that using ‘you’ repetitively actually breaks the flow of the tale and makes people’s brains curl up and whimper. So, this installment is going to be written in the third person narrative. You’ll have a chance to vote on your preference at the end of the tale.

Hearing the shout, Cade skidded to a halt and turned in time to see Kai stop short a few feet away, rubbing her jaw ruefully.

“You pack quite a punch,” Kai noted dryly, slowly strolling towards Cade.

“What do you want?” Cade’s voice was rough with tense confusion as she backed one step away for every step Kai took towards her.

“What do I want? I want to find Lucy. In the meantime, I thought you might want some help escaping Constance. She’s not pleased, you know.” Kai regarded Cade with those inscrutable cat-like eyes that made her thoroughly uncomfortable. It was impossible to know what Kai was really thinking. One moment she was charming and amusing, the next moment she was full of anger and threats of violence.

“Thanks, but I don’t need any help,” Cade replied, edging closer towards the dense, swirling crowds that paid her no mind in their frenzy of consumption. Scents of cooked meats and candied apples were tempting her further, making her stomach rumble. It had been a long time since she had eaten, and she was starving.
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