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The Warden Will See You Now…

With decades of experience in women’s correctional facilities, Warden Veronica Striker knows trouble when she sees it – and trouble is written all over the newest inmate in her prison.

Charlie James has several years to serve, and she intends to make the most of her time. But as Charlie struggles to fit into the strict routine of prison life, not to mention the challenges of other, more powerful inmates with demands of their own, she finds herself catching more than her fair share of the stern Ms Striker’s attentions.

What begins as mutual antagonism and suspicion soon turns into romantic tension between warden and inmate, and when Charlie’s secrets are revealed to be a whole lot bigger than Veronica suspected, she’s left picking up the pieces of a gambit gone wrong and hoping it’s not too late to save a girl who desperately needs saving from herself.

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PT 99: Gun, Foot, and Mouth

“Just because… uhm, I mean… I like Terra, but…” you’re glad for how dark it is because you’re blushing so hard you’d probably look like a tomato in daylight. “I like you too.”

“You like me, huh,” Grisham says with a slow smile.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well, I like you too, Cadet,” she purrs in a way which sends bolts of excitement shooting up and down your spine. She’s so relaxed, so confident and calm. The more nervous and tongue tied you feel, the more she’s in control.

“We’re not allowed to like each other too much because of Terra’s orders,” you remind Grisham.

“Well,” Grisham says as she leans back and extends her arm along the back of the bench on which she’s sitting. “How about I like you just enough?” The question is accompanied by one of those sexy smirks, the curl of her lip making you quiver deep in your belly. Continue reading →

PT 1: Your Adventure Begins

You wake from a dreamless sleep to find yourself in a plain room entirely empty aside from a plinth with two buttons. The button on the left reads “DO NOT PRESS”. The button on the right reads: “PRESS ME PLS”

What do you do?

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Mature Woman Seeks Spanking, PT 2: The Importance of Being Erin

This little story of lesbian domestic discipline continues from the first part, Mature Woman Seeks Spanking. If you have not read that part, you might want to. Unless your fetish is things without context. Mmm. Hot.

“Is that true? Are you looking online for someone to discipline you?”

“It’s not really your business if it is or isn’t,” Monica replied defensively.

“I disagree,” Erin said. She strolled into the lounge and sat down in the red armchair which dominated the room. “You know I care about you. And you know that advertising online for something like that is just asking for trouble.”

“Well maybe I want trouble.”

“I think you should spank her,” Leslie piped up. “I wouldn’t mind. Honestly, I wouldn’t.”
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Mature Woman Seeks Spanking

Sometimes I feel like something different. Do you feel like something different? This is a thing that is different, involving spanking mature women. Lesbian women, to be precise. (Which I feel fits with the theme of the site and is relevant to my interests… and probably yours too!)

“You’re not mature,” Leslie pointed out, having shoved three cheetos into her mouth. She jabbed at Monica’s ipad with a greasy finger where those four fateful words had been typed into the title bar of a personals wanted ad. “Besides, you should just let Erin spank you.”

“The day I let Erin spank me again is the day I kiss my ass goodbye,” Monica replied, swatting Leslie’s finger away. “Besides, I need to find someone new. Our circle is getting… a little too close for comfort.”

“You mean because you used to date Erin and then Hannah and me and now me and Erin are together and Hannah is with your other ex who must not be named?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Monica said. “I need someone from the outside. Someone professional. Someone I can pay to go away at the end of it.”

Leslie screwed up her round face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. The after care is the best part.”
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Lesbia Recap: State of Lesbia’s Witches and Best Beets

Lesbia is the internet’s premier online lesbian fantasy webseries.

(I have no idea if that is true or not, but let’s pretend it is.)

Here’s is a quick breakdown of recent events for people who might have read some of it, but not all of it, or who like reading summaries of things they already read.

It’s recap time!

And precap time too. (A precap is where you recap things you haven’t actually posted yet. It’s like precognition, but with fewer letters.)

A prisoner of her own prison!

Liz is somewhat a prisoner of her own silliness, but mostly of the sinfully butch warriors Kira and Trebuchet. Her fate is yet to be determined, but as Lesbia’s most normal sized giant and secret witch, it’s probably going to be somewhat chaotic.

Fires in trees confound logic!

Ayla and Vix have been lured into the elven realm where there are fireplaces in trees. Inside trees! So many logistical concerns! Ayla’s mother is on the loose, which is a surprise to Ayla because she had presumed her mother was dead under a not inconsiderable pile of obsidian. Turns out it’s hard to keep an evil elf down.

And coming soon…

Queen Cadentis solves a problem involving beets. Yes mama, beets. Because a real queen, even one masquerading as one of her own guard needs to be a proactive problem solver. She can give you several examples of a time she used her lateral thinking skills to effect an ideal solution. She’s customer focused, she’s driven and she’s excited to take on any job that comes her way with all the inexplicable passion modern employers expect people to bring to minimum wage positions. She knows nothing about any of this, but she would be just as good at making your latte as ruling your realm.

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The Bad Girl…

Liz is not a popular figure. Liz doesn’t care.

Some time later after Vix had been comforted appropriately and the embers of the fire had died down leaving most of the group slumbering nearby, Liz alone was left awake.

She was standing at the mouth of the cave gazing up into the stars when Alya’s fingers slid through her hair from behind. The witch gently drew Liz’s head back so she was forced to look upwards and backwards.

“That was not nice,” Ayla said mildly, giving Liz’s hair a little tug.

In spite of her uncomfortable arched position, a slow smile spread over Liz’s face and a little twinkle established itself firmly in her eye. “What wasn’t?”

“What you did to Vix.”

“I didn’t do anything to Vix.”

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An Unauthorized Present…

Halo Ray’s Christmas log…

I’m wearing a passive-aggressive hat which says ‘Ho Ho Ho’ and has a little white fluffy ball at the tip which keeps bobbing into my eyeline. I’m also three quarters of the way through a bottle of wine which has made the crew dinner somewhat bearable. We’re all gathered in the dining hall for a raucous and rowdy celebration of a solstice on a planet most of us have never seen.

Christmas aboard the Persephone is more painful than a dozen cane strokes. I don’t like Christmas. You don’t get to choose your feelings for Christmas. You get to be jolly and holly and a big fat fucking cypher for reckless consumerism and the cloying sort of familial love that exists precisely nowhere in reality. That’s what I’ve been telling myself between drinks.

Some people like to really get into Christmas. Jubilee Flundersquidge has been bouncing around all morning beaming and informing everyone who will listen that she’s excited for all the little blessings of Christmas.

“It’s so joyous,” she trills, entirely unaware of how vomitous it all is. It would be one thing if she genuinely felt joy, but she’s just feeling a bloody big dose of Hapsters and following the tinsel clad cues which are stuck all around the ship.

“What did you get for Christmas, Ray?”

I glare at the asker. I didn’t get anything for Christmas. Only good girls get presents, and it’s been a long time since I was on that list. I got some additional rations, but everyone in the coalition gets those. A 1% holiday bonus, hurray. Fortunately, the answer to the question was never important in the first place.
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Starstrike: Spanked In Space ***OUT NOW***

There’s a shapely female butt standing naked in the corner of my quarters. It’s red and belongs to a rookie who thought the rules didn’t apply to her. The sniffling and the apple-hue of her cheeks prove that she was wrong. Her panties are bunched at the top of her thighs and her black uniform shirt hangs just over the curve of her buttocks, framing the scene quite nicely. If I were to take a picture, it would make a perfect greeting card for newcomers who are planning on pushing the boundaries. There’s no warning more effective than a bad example.

She’s squirming back and forth in place and I can see her fingers moving at her sides. She wants to reach back and rub some of that sting away, but that would be wasting it. I know she’s uncomfortable. She deserves to be. Coalition officers don’t like to have their toothpaste swapped for hemorrhoid cream, no they don’t. I still can’t feel my gums.

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Starstrike Lesbian Sci-Fi Erotica

It’s not easy being a low ranked officer on a space ship with an all-female crew. Halo Ray has it tough keeping the spirited young women under her command in line whilst trying not to come to the attention of her superiors for her own illicit antics. Setting a good example isn’t exactly Halo’s strong suit, and though she makes sure her subordinates are somewhat well behaved, she herself is getting more and more out of control by the day.

With no respect for protocol, orders, or even clearly marked instructions, it seems as though nothing and no-one can stop her. That is, until she comes up against Sarge, a heavenly butch with a firm hand capable of a gentle touch. Unlike other superior officers who pawn her off on one another in an endless round, Sarge brings Halo to world-shattering, knee-trembling, that’s-going-to-leave-a-mark justice again and again.

Temporarily subdued to the useful and the good, Halo tries to settle down. But the secret she’s been carrying since she came aboard has a disruptive power which threatens to tear her relationship apart and destroy any chance at redemption she might have. If she’s going to make it, Halo needs to learn to trust again before her self-destructive tear ends up hurting not just her, but those who depend on her for their survival.

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Spanked By An Officer | Halo Tops A Bottom

This is the last of the WIP snippets from the new tale of Halo Ray, I’ll be ready to release the book very soon! In the meantime, please do enjoy this little excerpt from a punishment between Halo Ray and a very deserving subordinate.

“Come here.”

She stalls for a second. I take a leaf out of Sarge’s book and hook two fingers into her belt loops, hauling her into position pelvis first. I have my thigh held high and she tips right over it, her cute full-figured butt see-sawing into place. Right now she still has her regulation pants on. They’re not going to stay up, but I let her keep them for the moment.

“We both know what this is for, don’t we,” I say patting her bottom. “What you did was more than stupid, it was so dangerous it almost killed you.”

“I know, ma’am.”

She sounds contrite. The way she says ma’am with those lilting tones almost makes me want to go easy on her. Almost.

I slap her bottom, my palm bouncing off the ample round of her cheeks. She makes a little squeaking sound and stiffens. It doesn’t hurt, not yet. Her reaction is more out of anticipation than anything. She’s tense, expecting the worst probably. I haven’t given her any reason to hope for leniency.
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Someone’s getting spanked…

“Are you going to tell me what is happening?” Ayla asked the question with a calm intensity as she ushered Vix into her cottage.

“Nothing is happening,” Vix said. “We are waiting for you to be ready to travel.”

Ayla’s lips thinned. “Do not play verbal games with me. You know perfectly well what I am asking. I know there is something amiss.”

“She doesn’t know what’s going on!” The traveler exclaimed, appearing all of a sudden from under the table. She proceeded to dance all about Ayla, kicking her legs out at the knee in a stiff-legged jig. “She doesn’t know nothing at all!”

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