tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2473619613856655322024-03-05T12:39:09.768-08:00A Good SpankingA blog in appreciation of sensual spanking.Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-5640418336486756202013-02-14T06:21:00.000-08:002013-02-14T06:21:01.062-08:00Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner<h3>
<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">And the winner of my Valentine's Day contest is...drumroll, please...</span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: purple;"><strong>Congratulations! Please send your address to </strong></span><a href="mailto:emmakgardner@rocketmail.com"><span style="color: purple;"><strong>emmakgardner@rocketmail.com</strong></span></a><span style="color: purple;"><strong> and I'll get you your prize!</strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>I want to apologize again for not getting my story up in time for the Love Spanks hop. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>Big congrats to all the Love Spanks winners:</strong></span></div>
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<li id="yui_3_7_2_1_1360850564230_3807"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Love Spanks paddle, donated by Blondie's: Minelle</span></li>
<li id="yui_3_7_2_1_1360850564230_3885"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Book Bundle, donated by Stormy: SH (Sammie)</span></li>
<li id="yui_3_7_2_1_1360850564230_3881"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">$15 Amazon Gift Certificate, donated by Stormy: Kelsey Summer</span></li>
<li id="yui_3_7_2_1_1360850564230_3886"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">$40 Loose Id Gift certificate, donated by Cara and LI: Cat</span></li>
<li id="yui_3_7_2_1_1360850564230_3882"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Kindle Fire/Nook Color, donated by Blushing: His First Mate</span></li>
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Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-6591007444924721482013-02-10T08:26:00.000-08:002013-02-10T08:32:33.710-08:00LOVE SPANKS<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">POSTING ON THIS STORY IS NOT REQUIRED FOR THE LOVE SPANKS CONTEST! <span style="font-size: large;">(But you are welcome to read it anyway!)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Love Spanks has begun! Woo! I hope you enjoy all the great stories on the blog hop.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">I had an internet glitch and didn't get my story up in time for the start of the hop. Big apologies!</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">So commenting on my story <u>isn't</u> a requirement for entering the big group contest. For details on how to enter that contest and all the fab prizes you can win, go <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2013/01/08/love-spanks-2013/" target="_blank">HERE</a> Really, go. Now. You aren't going to want to miss out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Here's my story. Actually, it's the beginning of a story I'm working on. Leave me a comment and I'll enter you in a drawing for this little geisha bag:</span></span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">THE BEST VALENTINE’S
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Abbott pulled into her driveway with the warm glow she always felt after
volunteering at the children’s hospital. Valentine’s Day was always especially
fun there, with a clown in a heart-covered suit handing out cards.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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unclipped her house key from the loop in her purse designed for that purpose.
She flipped on the LED light attached to her key chain and started up the three
stairs leading to her front door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her
heart gave an excited flip as she spotted a package—a very large package
wrapped in very shiny red paper dotted with silver hearts, sitting on the small
front porch. She instantly, almost instantly, ordered herself not be be silly.
There was no possibility the package was for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There just…wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A large
tag was attached to the elaborate bow on top of the package. Mariah checked it,
then<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>checked it again. The tag
read:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“To Mariah Abbott.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From: Cupid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Because you are deserving of love.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mariah
looked over her shoulder and scanned her quiet street, as if someone from one
of those shows that pulled pranks on people might be lurking. But no one ran up
with a camera and microphone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
stroked the beautiful silver bow. “I think it’s really for me,” she whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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unlocked her door and brought the bulky package inside, resisting the
temptation to give it a little shake. She placed it next to her dining room
table and studied it, a smile twitching on her lips. She tried to decide if she
should open it right away. She wanted to. She wanted to rip, rip, rip that
bright paper right off. But was it safe?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>What could be in it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Didn’t it
have to be a joke?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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didn’t rip, rip, rip, but she did allow herself to carefully removed the paper
from the large box. Only after carefully folding the gift wrap and placing the
bow on top—it was much too pretty not to be reused—did she allow herself to
open the top of the box.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Puzzled,
she removed a large silver, well, rectangle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was large, she estimated it to be four feet by three feet, and
absolutely smooth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As closely as she
studied it, she didn’t see any way to open it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She checked the box, hoping for an instruction booklet. She found a
flash drive. Good, there must be instructions on the drive that would tell her
how to operate the…Valentine’s present.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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opened her laptop and slid the flash drive into the USB port, hoping it
wouldn’t crash her system, but way too curious not to see what was on it. A
second later the image of a saucy-looking cupid appeared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, saucy was the word for the creature,
with his mischievous grin and wink. The image dissolved and a questionnaire
took its place.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Perhaps
it’s for some type of warranty, Mariah thought as she began answering the
questions, typing in her full name, her address, her phone number.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then the questions got a little more
personal, asking for her height and weight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Perhaps there was some capacity limits on the…whatever it was. She
dutifully typed in the information. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She
couldn’t come up with any sensible reason for the next question, which was
“What is your favorite food.” She might be able to understand a question about
a food allergy, but a favorite food.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
hesitated, then typed in “tiramisu.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">was </i>her very favorite, although she
rarely ate it. The nutritive value wasn’t very high.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mariah
answered question after question on her likes and dislikes. She filled in CeeLo
Green’s “Fuck You” as one of her five favorite songs, deciding it was better to
be honest even though honestly involved profanity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had to admit there was something about
the song that made her think of her one—and only—boyfriend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He hadn’t dumped her for a richer woman, but
she still liked imaging planting her hands on her hips and singing it to him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She
filled in Nathan Fillian as one of her five picks for sexiest actor. He
wouldn’t have been on her list of best actors, but sexiest, yes, unlike Colin
Firth she would have placed on both lists. She selected the fictional character
she would most like to kiss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was
easy-- Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy (whom she had begun picturing as Colin Firth once
she saw the BBC miniseries).<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
questions got more personal as she continued. She almost stopped filling in
information when she got to number 243, which involved watching four film clips
and ranking them on a “hot scale,” a scale, as explained by whoever created the
questionnaire, that rated sexual excitement, with heart rate, body flushing,
and vaginal lubrication to be considered as factors. But she’d already answered
242 questions, and if she didn’t keep going, she suspected she’d never get the
strange silver box to open.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>By
question 1000, Mariah found herself mentally exhausted and physically
agitated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, excited. That was the more
accurate word.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
list of questions on the computer screen dissolved into a message in bright red
letters:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Now go to bed, Mariah. Your
present will be ready and waiting in the morning. “<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mariah
woke up at five, no help needed from the alarm. She was routinely an early
riser, but this morning, she had that jingley-jangley, it’s-Christmas-morning
feeling, something she hadn’t experienced this powerfully since she was a
child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She took a moment to put on her
robe and slippers, then rushed to the dining room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She always had a bowl of Grape Nuts with half
a banana for breakfast, most important meal of the day, as soon as she got
up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But today, breakfast could wait.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
silver box sat where she’d left it, smooth and mysterious as she remembered it,
with seemingly no way for her to open it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Disappointment filled her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No,
there had to be a way to find out what was inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one would give her a box that couldn’t be
opened for Christmas.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She ran
one hand over the top of the box, and one side silently slide open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A…a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">man</i>
emerged, straightening as he stepped out, the box closing behind him. He was
tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. Mariah realized they were blue, but of such
a dark shade she momentarily thought they were black. He had the long-fingered
hands of Daniel Day Lewis and the lean body of Colin Firth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Some kind of automaton</i>, Mariah thought,
but she backed up several large steps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The man couldn’t be real, but he looked real, and it was unnerving to
have a man in her home, especially with her standing there in her nightgown.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While he was wearing a black-and-granite
button-down cardigan, that Mariah was sure was cashmere. It made her want to
run her hands down it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or maybe that was
his chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Under the cardigan he wore a
white shirt and a black tie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His grey
herringbone pants fit him perfectly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
was dressed just the way she’d want a date of hers to be, a date who was going
to escort her to perhaps a romantic Valentine’s dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Happy
Valentine’s Day, Mariah,” the man said, in a low voice with just a touch of
humor lurking in his tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Belated,” he
added.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You
can talk!” she exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I can
do everything,” he answered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’m
sorry. That was rude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I…I’m a little
confused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What, I mean <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">who</i>, are you?” she blurted out, her
words coming out faster than they usually did.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What I
am is your Valentine’s present,” he answered, taking one step toward her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And who I am is Anthony.” He took one more
step forward.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Anthony.
She loved that name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had that been one
of the questions she’d answered on the computer last night? She couldn’t
remember.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Had she
answered questions about the way she liked a man to smell? Because he smelled
wonderful, citrusy and a scent she could only describe as green.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Who
designed you?” she asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“If I’m not
being rude again.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He
smiled, and crinkly smile lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You’re welcome to ask whatever you like,” he
answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His smile widened. There was
something of Nathan Fillian’s sexy cockiness in that grin. “But is that what
you really want to do right now? Ask questions?” He took a step closer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was just one step away from her now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Because I’d rather kiss you. As I am for
Valentine’s Day.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then he
looked at her with those amazing deep blue eyes, waiting for her response.
Mariah swallowed hard, having difficulty finding the right words. Instead, she
stepped forward, and that was all it took.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He wrapped one arm around her waist, and with this free hand, stroked
her cheek with the back of his knuckles a tender gesture that made her shiver.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He
lowered his lips until they were a whisper away from hers then he told her
“Happy Valentine’s” again, and kissed her, a soft, sweet kiss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The next kiss wasn’t as sweet or soft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was hot and deep, and Mariah had to wrap
both her arms around his neck to stay on her feet as his tongue began exploring
her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Tentatively,
she brushed her tongue against his, then she pulled away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I--<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t really know what I’m
doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m fifty years old, and I
haven’t had a boyfriend since—“<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Shhh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anthony pressed his warm—so warm—fingers
against her lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anything you do is
fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anything.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He kissed her again, pulling her flush
against him so she could feel that his body was responding to her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“So
eggs benedict and chocolate-chip pancakes and mimosas?” he asked when he
finally lifted his head from hers.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Um,
sounds delightful,” Mariah managed to say, although her head was spinning, her
lips were tingling, and her entire body felt flushed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“But I don’t have most of the
ingredients.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chocolate chips and
champagne weren’t something she routinely--or ever--kept in the pantry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s
not a problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anthony moved over to the silver box and
pressed his hand on top.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The side slid
open—Mariah couldn’t quite see how the mechanism worked—and he removed a sack
of groceries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“To the kitchen,” he
exclaimed, and off he walked like he’d been living with Mariah forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Together they made an amazing breakfast, and
she ate it sitting on his lap, even though she didn’t even know him and she was
pretty sure he wasn’t human.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then
they snuggled on the couch under her favorite afghan and watched a mammoth
chick flick marathon, before creating an even more amazing dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the end of the day, Anthony seemed to
realize that she wasn’t ready to invite him to her bedroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He simply kissed her goodnight—several
melting times—then told her he’d see her in the morning.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mariah
awoke with the Christmas-morning feeling just as strong as it had ever been on
any actual Christmas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe stonger. Now
she knew what was in the box.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anthony! A
man who seemed to have been designed for her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She
hurried into the dining room, wondering if she'd find him at the table or in
the guest room or maybe in the box.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
didn’t find him at all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead, she
found a note that read:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mariah, darling—<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I have a mission for you. You’re
to go out and treat yourself <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to a truly
sexy bra and panty set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t summon me
until you have them on. (Yes, that’s an order, but I hope an enjoyable one.) I
expect to hear from you no later than 1:00 p.m.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Anthony<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mariah
stared at the note. She had plenty of very nice, serviceable underthings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, she wouldn’t call them sexy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sexy underwear seemed like a luxury, and
Mariah considered saving for a comfortable retirement the biggest luxury there
was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still, a little splurge wouldn’t
hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good thing Valentine’s feel on a
Friday, so she still had a day before she had to be back at work.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>So she
took herself off to Macy’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After some
consideration and a bit of embarrassment, she selected a Maidenform bra and
hipster panties in a matching shade of vibrant lavender.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were both 15% off, and she thought they
were quite pretty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please with herself,
Mariah drove home, at the speed limit, showered, shampooed, shaved, and
moisturized, then put on her new bra and panties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anthony’s note hadn’t said what to wear
otherwise, so she put on a corduroy skirt and a red sweater, in honor of the
holiday that had brought him to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then she walked to the silver box, feeling like she was on a roller-coaster,
on the part where you went up click-click-click before the whoosh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She hadn’t been on a roller-coaster in
years—decades—but she remembered the feeling and loved it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She
hoped if they did end up making love—because that had to be what the new
underwear was for—Anthony would realize she needed him to take the lead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wanted to be with him, to feel his hands
on her body, but she wasn’t any kind of seductress.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He’s your ideal man</i>, she reminded
herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d spent the entire day with
him on Christmas, and everything she discovered about him was exactly was she
wished it to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With trembling fingers,
she ran her hands over the top of the box, and a moment later Anthony stood in
front of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wore a sweater vest
today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She loved a man in a sweater
vest.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Anthony
checked his watch—a classy one, Mariah noted, not a lot of gizmos, nice leather
band—and nodded in approval.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Good girl.
You’re back in plenty of time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m
assuming you obeyed my instructions and are wearing your new underwear.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
word “obey” sent a rush of heat from her belly down to her pussy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I-I, yes, I obeyed,” she stammered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Anthony
raised one eyebrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Perhaps I should
see for myself.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He stepped up to her
and ran one hand up under her sweater.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze, then slid his hand away,
letting it run over her bare stomach as he did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Hmmm.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t sound exactly
happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He reached down and grasped the
hem of her corduroy skirt in his fingers, her drew it slowly up, up up, over
her knees, over her thighs, and, finally over her waist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He studied her violet panties for a long
moment in silence.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Serviceable,”
he decreed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And I like the color.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I would not call them truly sexy,
and they certainly don’t qualify as a way to treat yourself, young lady.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Young
lady.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was fifty!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the words didn’t sound silly to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then made her tremble, tremble with a heady
mix of anxiety and excitement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Anthony
jerked the skirt down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Tell me
something.” His voice was stern, and his dark eyes were a bit chilly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“How much did you pay for the set?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“The,
um, panties were eleven dollars, and the bra was thirty-eight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was after the fifteen percent off,” she
added quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“There’s
nothing wrong with a bargain,” Anthony told her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“But I didn’t send you out in search of a
bargain, did I?” He picked up the note he’d written.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘My exact words were “treat yourself to
something truly sexy.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You failed on
both counts.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He crumpled the note.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a
spanking, Mariah.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What?”
The word came out in a squeak.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You
heard me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He
walked out of the dining room, clearly expecting Mariah to follow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which she did, as if she had no choice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though, of course, she had all sorts of
choices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She strongly suspected if she
told him no with real conviction, he’d stop whatever he was doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was almost positive she could order him
back into his box whenever she wanted to, and, if it was her desire, she could
leave the box closed for the rest of her life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Instead,
she trotted right after him into the living room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sat himself down on her flowered sofa, his
legs spread.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Come here,” he commanded.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And she
did, though the trembling in her body had turned to outright shaking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anthony reached out, took her by the wrist,
and with one sharp tug, he had her over his knee, her behind raised into the
air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two seconds later, he had her
corduroy skirt pulled up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He panted his
large hand on her bottom with is fingers splayed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Do you
have anything to say for yourself?” he asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“The
bra and panties are prettier than the kind I usually wear,” Mariah said, her
voice coming out more meekly than she’d planned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She realized it was hard not to sound meek
when was in this position.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although
Maureen O’Hara had been anything but meek in that movie where John Wayne had
spanked her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mariah remembered that was
one of the scenes she’d watched as part of the questionnaire she’d filled out
on Christmas Eve.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Are
you saying that you believed you followed my directive?” Anthony asked, giving
he bottom a light squeeze.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mariah
considered the question.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she was
absolutely honest, she’d have to say she knew the undergarments weren’t <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">sexy</i> or much of a treat. But did she
have to be<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>completely honest?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She nibbled her lip as she thought about it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Anthony
raised his hand and gave her bottom a hard smack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Don’t even consider lying to me,” he warned,
as if he could read her mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m
warning you know that if you lie, you’ll get a second spanking and you’ll be
one very sorry woman.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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thought they were pretty,” Mariah repeated, with a tiny bit of defiance, which
immediately got her another smack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“But,
no, I didn’t believe they were exactly what you specified in the note.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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that is exactly why I’m going to punish you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She gasped as he pulled her new purple panties to her knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Now, tell me this, when was the last time
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surprises me,” Anthony commented.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It
was my impression cupid decided to reward you because you’ve been extremely
good.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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suppose is that you’ve never put yourself in any situations where naughtiness
was an option,” Anthony observed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I
gave you one simple instruction, and you immediately disobeyed it.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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little jolt of anger shot through Mariah, and she began feeling just a little
Maureen O’Hara-esque.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Who are you to
give me instructions at all?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re my
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now that wasn’t a nice answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or a
smart one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think I’ll have to give you
a little extra spanking for sauciness, but let’s deal with the disobedience
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began spanking her, with spanks so sharp and so fast that Mariah began to
squirm over his knee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“No, no, no!” she
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laughed and kept right on spanking, though he slowed down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At first Mariah was grateful for that, but he
concentrated each of the deliberate spanks on one spot of her bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t move on to another spot until had
her throbbing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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gritted her teeth, determined not to cry out again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not like it had done any good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The bastard had laughed, and then started up
that horrible spank-one-spot technique.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Finally, he stopped, and she let out a long quavering sigh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was over.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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gave her two light pats on the fanny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I’m sure that will help you remember to be more obedient next
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now let’s see what we can do about
that sassiness.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He helped her to her
feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Go to the cube and bring me what
you find inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we can continue.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The way his lips lightened and his
eyes darkened convinced her to keep her mouth shut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She nodded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She took a step toward the dining room, then realized she panties had
fallen completely off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She began looking
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and when I’m done, I suspect you won’t want anything on that bottom of yours,”
he informed her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You might as well take
off the skirt too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will spare me
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still didn’t feel quite ready to start up a confrontation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her bottom was on fire, and it just didn’t
seem like an intelligent course of action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She unbuttoned her skirt, removed it, folded it, and set it on the
coffee table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heat flooded her face
until it burned almost as badly as her bottom did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was standing in front of him half naked,
half naked while he sat there fully clothed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was so unfair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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great legs, Mariah,” Anthony commented.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Great legs, a great ass, and from what I can see, a perfect little pink
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</span>Don’t make me ask you again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We’ve already established what happens when you disobey me, haven’t we?”
And there was humor in his tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Arrogant bastard.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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her bare bottom was on full view and that it was probably as red as a
Valentine’s Day heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she reached
the silver box, she placed her hand on the top.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The side silently slid open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Mariah reached inside, and her fingers brushed against what felt like
bristles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Definitely bristles, she realized
when she pulled the item free.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a
hairbrush, lovely actually, except for the unmistakable resemblance the wide
maple back had to a paddle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her stomach
turned over in a feeling that was part fear and part something very different
from fear.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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And it's not just a blog hop! The Spanking Fiction Authors' group has another fabulous contest running. Check out the <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2013/01/08/love-spanks-2013/" target="_blank">details</a>.</div>
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I'll be giving out a prize on my blog too. A cute little Dirty Girl geisha bag with a lip gloss inside.</div>
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And I definitely have to write the short story that will be my part of the hop. I don't know too much yet--but it will involve a special appearance by Cupid. (Of course, Cupid, being the god of love, knows all about the erotic power of a good spanking. Even if the lady in question doesn't--yet.)</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy almost Christmas Eve! (By my time zone!) Here's a speed sequel (I have 1 hour and 8 minutes to write it as of...now) to <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/11/naughty-and-nice.html#comment-form" target="_blank">Naughty and Nice.</a> Enjoy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">For more elf-y fun, go over to <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/12/25/merry-christmas-a-free-story/" target="_blank">Anastasia's</a> site. Elf Anastasia Peppermint-Twist was being so good in the sequel she didn't even appear! She was off making plans for making sure all the elves had a wonderful Christmas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Minelle Jinglebright whipped a ribbon around a package and created a gorgeous bow in under a second and a half. She was the best bow-maker of all the elves, which meant she was very, very good. At least good at bows. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">She twitched one of her pointy ears toward the work table behind her where Emma Snowsparkle and Renee Mistlekiss were wrapping, hoping to hear one of them complaining. Because she knew if one little grumpy word slipped out, they'd get spanked--again! And that would be so fun. It would be extra sprinkle-y fun to see Anastasia Peppermint-Twist get spanked again, but she was being extra squeaky good lately.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Sue Gingerstar leaned close. "Are they saying anything naughty?" she whispered. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Not yet," Minelle answered, fingers spinning ribbon this way and that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Emma looks frowny-faced," Jade Pinecone-Belle commented, after allowing herself a quick glance at Emma and Renee's table. "She's not going to make it until reindeer take-off without saying something un-Christmasy. And we all know what will happen then."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Jade and Minelle both nodded so hard the bells on their hats started to play "Frosty the Snowman." In harmony. "She gets spanked!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"With Mrs. Claus's wooden spoon!" Jade added, pausing in her present-wrapping to give a little clap. "I saw Renee and Emma coming out of the shimmer shower the morning after and their bottoms were soooo red! They definitely are having trouble being nice now, though. I bet anything they're going to get it again. You know how much they both hate wrapping."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"What are we talking about, little elves?" a voice boomed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Only one voice boomed like that. Jade jerked her head up. Yes, it was Santa standing over them, with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't look ho-ho-ho. He looked no-no-no. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Just this and that," Minelle managed to answer. "Christmasy things." Jade and Sue nodded in agreement, but their bells jangled in a ear-hurty way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"That's not what it sounded like," Santa commented, white eyebrows raising.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"We were talking about Mrs. Claus spanking Emma and Renee!" Sue burst out. It was very hard not to tell the truth--the whole, big truth--to Santa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Hmmm. And why did Mrs. Claus spank them?" Santa asked. He usually knew everything, but it was a very busy time of year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"They were saying how they hated Christmas!" Minelle volunteered. Maybe they'd get spanked again!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Santa nodded. He turned, but didn't march over to Emma and Renee. He strode to the front of the huge workroom, black boots clumping. He rang the big bell next to his red throne. Instantly the room went quiet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"I just heard something that upset me," Santa announced.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Oooh! Jade, Minelle, and Sue exchanged little smiles. Emma and Renee were going to get in trou-ble. Again. And this time from Santa. He wouldn't tolerate anybody saying anything naughty about Christmas. Why hadn't one of them thought to say that Anastasia had been bad too?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The smiles slid off the faces of three particular elves' faces. Guess whose! "Now, you all know once a punishment it given, all is forgiven. That's a Claus Rule. There is no reason to be discussing a naughty behavior that has already been dealt with. And there is certainly no reason to be wishing for a naughty behavior to occur again so there will be more spanking. That is what I heard." Santa shook his head sadly. "I heard elves hoping two of their compatriots would earn more spankings."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"As you know, this is the busiest night of the year for me, so let's get this done. You three, over my knee!" Santa ordered, voice stern. Knees trembling, the three elves approached and, side-by-side-by-side, bent across Santa's wide, wide lap. In a trice, he had each of their skirts flipped up. Then with three quick jerks, he had their red-and-green striped panties down to their knees. Without bothering to take off his white gloves, he began to spank up and down the row of bare bottoms, his hand large enough to cover one entire behind with each cracking blow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Minelle, Jade, and Sue kicked and cried, but Santa ignored them. He paused briefly to hold his sleeve up against their bottoms. "You deserve to be spanked as red as my suit. You three are the naughties of elves. There is nothing naughtier than enjoying the misfortune of others," he told them. "And you're not there yet." He resumed spanking until all three bottoms were Santa-suit red, then he sent each weeping elf to a corner for her to "think about her own naughtiness and not the naughtiness of others."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"Oh, Santa. I'm so sorry. And on your busiest night. " She checked the clock. "You're do to leave in a few hours. What did the naughty things do?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">"I put my peppermint cream on their bottoms so the welts wouldn't get infected, then I sent them to bed without supper." Her voice quavered a little, but if Mr. Claus just gave her what she'd given the elves, the worst was over.</span><br />
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Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-46725575727283419062012-12-14T09:57:00.001-08:002012-12-14T09:57:28.715-08:00Ana's White Elephant Gift Exchange<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anastasia is having a white elephant gift exchange over on her </span><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/12/14/white-elephant-gift-exchange/#comment-7170" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">blog</span></a>. <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyone is invited, so head on over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As my white elephant gift, I gave Pao this lovely Nicolas Cage <a href="http://brandonbird.com/adventure_set.html" target="_blank">adventure set.</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Confession (of a non-spanky kind), I have a deep love for weird presents. Suckers with scorpions in them, ice cube trays that make ice shaped like dentures, electric forks that twirl your spaghetti for you--I've given them all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I was deeply gratified when I asked my nephew to give me his new email address so I could send him a gift certificate to iTunes for his birthday and he requested one of my off-the-wall presents instead. (He got a paint-by-number set that included a picture of Nicolas Cage and some sort of arctic monkey. I recently discovered the array of odd Nicolas Cage gifts available for purchase.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My great-aunt (just turned a hundred) likes the goofy presents too. She laughs at them, then sends them to her son as trophies whenever he wins one of their sports bets. I'm not sure how he feels about them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm pretty sure everyone else is sick of them, so I'm giving people things like earrings (silver roses, nothing strange) this year. Which is why I was happy to participate in the White Elephant Gift exchange. It let me get my weird on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">For Pao's sake, I should have thrown in a ping-pong paddle or a crop. I didn't think of a gift set until now. Hmmm. What sort of spanking gift would go well with the Nicolas Cage adventure set?</span>Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-23643864478219729742012-11-24T06:20:00.002-08:002012-11-24T15:29:39.872-08:00NAUGHTY AND NICE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>This story was inspired by and is dedicated to </em><a href="http://www.reneeroseromance.com/" target="_blank"><em>Renee Rose</em></a><em> and <span id="goog_156442671"></span></em><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_156442672"><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><em>Anastasia Vitsky.</em></a><em> See Anastasia was chiding Renee and me on Facebook for a lack of Christmas spirit (in November, no less, which really isn't fair), and threatening to report us to Mrs. Claus, who it was implied would spank the Christmas spirit right into us. It felt like the makings of a story to me, if I added a few twists, and a little payback. Hope you enjoy it. If you don't. I won't report you to Mrs. Claus, but I will report you to Ana, and she's scarier!</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "I hate Christmas!" Elf Emma Snowsparkle muttered under her breath, after hitting her thumb with her hammer for the fourth time that morning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "I do too!" Elf Renee Mistlekiss whispered from her spot on the workbench next to Emma.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Emma popped to her feet. "Time for a gingerbread break." She hurried off to the break room as fast as her curly-toed slippers would carry her, Renee right behind her. True, they'd just had a break not a half an hour before, but they'd been making wooden rocking horses since January 3rd and they were sick of it and their thumbs hurt and all the other elves were so annoying with their hee-heeing and whistling while they worked. Whistling Christmas carols. In November! It was just maddening. And Elf Anastasia Peppermint-Twist was the worst. She'd always been so nauseatingly nice, nice, nice, but since she got promoted to Head Elf? It was like she pooped sprinkles. Or thought she did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "You know what else I hate?" Emma asked, once she'd confirmed that the room was empty. "I hate gingerbread. Would it kill Mrs. Claus to buy some potato chips?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Oooh, or gummy worms. I was watching <em>The Mindy Project</em> under the covers last night and that's what Mindy eats," Renee added. "I bet she hates Christmas too."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "For sure. She's way too cool for Christmas," Emma agreed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "You know why else I hate Christmas? Red and green. Green and red," Renee complained. "I want to wear purple. Or orange."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Purple and orange stripes!" Emma cried. "You know why else Christmas stinks? Tinsel. It's supposed to look like icicles on the tree, but it so doesn't. And it rolls up into those weird balls. And if you put it in your mouth, it makes your teeth hurt."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "But why do you put it in your mouth?" Renee asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Doesn't matter," Emma snapped, as well as she could snap. Little elf mouths weren't designed for it. "I just hate it and I hate Christmas."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Me too! I hate how so much stuff is peppermint flavored. Peppermint is icky," Renee exclaimed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "It is! And you know what else I hate about Christmas? <em>A Christmas Carol</em>. Which is the movie tonight--again. There about a zillion versions of that movie, and I hate them all. I especially hate Tiny Tim."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Renee blinked. "Really?" She sounded a little shocked. "Well, I hate Christmas lists. All they are is just begging on paper."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> This was fun! Emma was loving this. She bet she and Renee could think of at least a hundred reasons why Christmas was hateable. More! Because ten minutes later, they'd already come up with twenty each, and neither was showing signs of running out of ideas.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Which might have been why neither noticed the smell of sugar cookies getting stronger, and stronger, and stronger. They both jumped when a soft, sweet voice said, "What do we have here?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Emma squealed. Renee squeaked. They both jerked around toward the door. Mrs. Claus stood their, hands on her ample hips. She was almost always smiling. She wasn't now. "I think what we have here is two little elves who need to have their bottoms spanked for speaking such naughty nonsense."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Renee slapped her hands over the back of her short skirt. Emma backed up a few steps. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Come along to the kitchen and I'll see to it," Mrs. Claus told them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> "Huh-huh." Renee's chin went up. "You're not in charge of us."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "She's right," Emma agreed. "Santa's in charge of the elves, not you."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Hmmm. I suppose you're right. I was just trying to save my Santa the trouble of disciplining the two of you, since this is a very busy time of year." Mrs. Claus looked from Emma to Renee. "But I can certainly call him. I'm sure he'll find time to work in a nice, long spanking for both of you."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "No, no. It's okay. You can do it," Emma said in a rush.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "We don't want to bother him," Renee agreed. "Not so close to his big day."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> They both knew Santa spanked <em>hard. </em> He had big hands and they were rough from all the years handling the reindeer reins. Besides, when Santa gave a spanking, he did it in front of all the elves. He sat down in his big red throne of a chair and took the bad elf over his knee right there where everyone could see. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Neither Emma or Renee had been spanked by Mrs. Claus, but it had to be better than that. She was a sweet old woman!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus gave a nod and left the room. Renee grabbed Emma's hand as they followed. "No matter what, she's not going to spank me into liking Christmas," she whispered.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Me either," Emma whispered back. "Especially in November."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "You can all take a break," Mrs. Claus told her kitchen crew when they entered the big, warm room with racks of Christmas cookies on almost every available surface. See. Mrs. Claus was a nice lady. She wasn't going to spank them in front of anyone. Emma figured she'd probably just give them a few swats each and send them on their way.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus pulled a chair away from the big table that held an array of mixing bowls, wooden spoons, and other cookie-baking paraphernalia. She patted her knee. "All right, my dears, who's first?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Emma nudged Renee. Renee nudged Emma. Emma nudged Renee harder. Renee gave Emma a little shove. Emma gave Renee a <em>big</em> shove, and it sent Renee sprawling over Mrs. Claus's lap. Emma smiled in triumph. Then she frowned. She thought she'd heard a rustling in one of the cupboards. But the castle didn't have mice, other than the cute ones who carried the ornaments to the really high spots on the Christmas trees. Those mice didn't scuttle around in cupboards.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> A gasp of protest from Renee pulled Emma's attention back to her friend and Mrs. Claus in time to see Mrs. C. flipping Renee's short skirt up over her back. Uh-oh. A second later, her red-and-white striped panties were around her knees. Double uh-oh. Emma's theory about getting a few swats didn't seem like it was right. Mrs. Claus looked like she was gearing up for a real spanking.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus placed one hand on Renee's back and one on her bare bottom. "I love Christmas!" Renee cried. "Love it. Emma was saying how much she hated it, so I did too, just to be nice."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "That's not true!" Emma shot back. Renee was such a little skunk. "She--"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Quiet!" Mrs. Claus ordered, her voice steely. "I'll deal with you shortly, Miss Snowsparkle," she told Emma. Then she turned her attention to Renee. "I was sorry to hear how much you hate the color red. Because that's the color I'm going to have to turn your bottom."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> With that, Mrs. Claus began to spank. Emma squeezed her eyes shut almost immediately. It wasn't fun to watch when she knew she'd be over Mrs. Claus's lap next. She pressed her fingers into her ears, but she could still hear the <em>crack</em> of Mrs. Claus's palm against Renee's bottom. She could still hear Renee's squeals and pleads. But, faster than she thought, the spanking sounds stopped. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Emma cracked open an eye, and saw Mrs. Claus set Renee on her feet. Oooh, the spanking might not have been that long, but Renee's hiney was almost as bright red as Rudolph's nose. Emma got a good look at it because Mrs. Claus had bent Renee over the table and tucked her skirt under her belt so it wouldn't fall down. "You stay right there and don't move," Mrs. Claus ordered Renee, and with a sniffle, Renee promised she would.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus sat back down and crooked her finger at Emma. Emma's stomach rolled over. She wanted to run, but she knew she'd only get caught, and then she probably really would get sent to Santa for punishment. She put herself over Mrs. Claus's lap. It was much softer than Santa's, and Mrs. Claus smelled really good. Maybe this really wouldn't hurt too, too much. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus gave clucks of disapproval as she made quick work of getting Emma's skirt up and her panties down. She planted her hand--small, warm, and soft--on Emma's bottom and said, "I am so ashamed of you, saying you hate Christmas, the most magical time of the year, a holiday that brings joy to the world. And you should be ashamed of yourself."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "I still hate it," she muttered. She wasn't going to be like Renee, saying anything just because she was over Mrs. Claus's knees.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "You do, do you? Well, let's see if I can change that." Mrs. Claus's hand <em>was</em> little and soft, but maybe it had some Claus magic in it, because the spanks she gave with that soft, little hand stung like crazy, and in only about a minute, the sting had turned to a burn, and Emma was wiggling and squirming, trying to escape the next sharp strike. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Please, please, please, I didn't mean it," Emma wailed. "I love Christmas. I do, I do!" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "That's not the way it sounded to me," Mrs. Claus answered. She lowered her hand delivering a flurry of spanks to the tops of Emma's thighs, then quickly returning to spanking her bottom.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Then it was over! Whew! And Mrs. Claus was bending Emma over the table next to Renee and tucking Emma's skirt in her belt so her naked behind was sticking out. Sometimes Santa put an elf in the corner after a spanking. Emma figured that this was Mrs. Claus's version of corner time. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> At least that's what she thought until Mrs. Claus circled around the table and took a wooden spoon out of a bowl of cookie dough. She tapped the spoon on the edge of the bowl so that most of the dough came off. "I was glad to hear both of you say that you love Christmas," Mrs. Claus said. Emma couldn't take her eyes off that spoon. "You'll forgive me if I found it hard to believe you. I think I'll need proof. So each time I give you a spank with my spoon, you'll tell me something you love about the holiday."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> She walked back to Renee and Emma's side of the table. Emma heard a whistling sound, then Renee gave a yelp. "What do you love about Christmas, Miss Mistlekiss?" Mrs. Claus prompted.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Um, um--trees!" Renee burst out. "Christmas trees!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus gave a grunt of what might have been approval. Emma heard her take a step, then another. Then the batter-wet wooden spoon came down on her seared bottom, creating an oval of fresh, bright pain. "And what do you love about Christmas, Miss Snowsparkle?" Emma couldn't think of anything but that throbbing spot on her bottom. Mrs. Claus gave her two more spanks with the spoon. It was dry now, the batter transferred to the elves' behinds. "I'm waiting," she said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Cookies!" Emma gasped out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus moved back to Renee. Renee must have been thinking while Mrs. Claus had been using the spoon on Emma. "Blitzen!" she cried as soon as the spoon cracked down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Donner!" Emma got out after the spoon caught her on on the spot where her bottom curved into her thighs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Not fair!" Renee yelled. "I was going to use all the reindeer."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Emma turned her head so she could see her friend. Ex-friend. "You don't own the reindeer."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "They were <em>my</em> idea!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus didn't give them a warning. She didn't tell them to stop their fighting. She just gave both Renee and Emma five spanks with the spoon, then said, "Now, we'll continue. And neither of you may use the reindeer."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Emma hopped from foot to foot, still bent over the table, trying to think. "None of that!" Mrs. Claus used her hand to give Emma swat across the center of her bottom. "And none of that!" she added when she caught Renee trying to rub the burn out of her fanny. Renee got another spank too, then Mrs. Claus got back to work with the spoon.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> The elves came up with snow angels, snowmen, snowball fights, and snow forts as their next reasons, both wanting to distract themselves with the thought of something icy cold. They called out <em>It's a Wonderful Life, </em>the smell of pine needles, the candlelight church service, the sound of Santa's ho-ho-ho. Sobbing, Renee managed to get out Tiny Tim after her tenth spank with the spoon. Tenth not counting the ones for answering too slowly. Bawling, Emma stammered out carolers. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "All right. I'm convinced that you both truly do love Christmas," Mrs. Claus said. She didn't give them permission to stand, so both elves stayed where they were, watching as Mrs. Claus crossed to the cabinets. She opened one of the doors, and Anastasia Peppermint-Twist tumbled to the floor. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "I just had to see you get what you deserved," she told Renee and Emma, then pressed both hands over her mouth and giggled. "I knew you were going to get your bottoms burned!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus reached down and pinched one of Anastasia's pointed ears between her finger and thumb. She marched the elf--who had stopped giggling--over to the table, bent her over and in two quick motions pulled up her skirt and took down her panties.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "W-what are you doing?" Anastasia asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "It should be quite clear," Mrs. Claus said crisply. "Preparing you to take your spanking."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "My spanking?" Anastasia cried. "But-- But I'm Head Elf. I don't get spanked! And I didn't do anything anyway. I'm nice. I'm always nice."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "As Head Elf your job is to set an example for the others. Do you actually believe you just set an example of nice behavior? Because I would say giggling while your friends get disciplined is quite naughty." Mrs. Claus turned back to the cupboard and retrieved a small ceramic pot. She walked over behind Renee and Emma. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Emma got whiff of the sharp scent of peppermint, then she heard Renee whimper. "This will make sure the welts from my spoon don't get infected," Mrs. Claus said. A few seconds later, she began rubbing something cool into Emma's bottom. Cool at first, although it quickly started to sting and burn. And Emma's skin was had been stinging and burning to begin with. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Mrs. Claus used one hand to pat Renee's bottom and one to pat Emma's. "All right girls, you're done. Unless I ever hear you talking about how you hate Christmas again. If I do, I'll borrow Santa's belt and give both you a true spanking."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> Emma and Renee both straightened up and pulled their little skirts down. Mrs. Claus handed each of them a clean wooden spoon. "I find that my arm is a bit tired," she told them. "I want each of you to give Anastasia ten spanks with your spoon."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "Ten each?" Anastasia protested. "But that's twice as much as they got!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> "That's the price of being Head Elf," Mrs. Claus said, without sympathy. "When you've finished, all three of you go straight to bed without your supper."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> What could they do but obey? As soon as Anastasia's bottom was crimson and throbbing, the elves went to their beds, where they all had to lie on their stomachs, Renee and Emma having relearned that they loved Christmas, and Anastasia having learned that it's very naughty to watch and giggle while other elves get spanked. Even if the other elves deserved exactly what they got.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-3004284958219743192012-11-23T06:05:00.000-08:002012-11-23T06:05:59.901-08:00AVERSION THERAPY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>When I was a teenager, I actually had aversion therapy, though not the kind in my current spanking story. It was through a company called Schick, and they gave their clients mild electric shock on the arm while he/she (okay, me!) ate a "bad" food. (I have since really tried to move away from thinking of foods as bad, although the characters in my stories have not!)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>It didn't work for me.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Aversion therapy doesn't work in my story either. In my version, the heroine, Holly Nolan, gets spankings instead of shocks. Her therapist, Dr. Scott Copeland, is so cute and caring, that somehow Holly starts enjoying getting spanked by him. (Like that ever happens!)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Here's a scene where Scott and Holly run into each other at a party. Not too long after this encounter, the doctor is forced to accept that he enjoys spanking Holly as much as she enjoys getting spanked.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">“I didn’t
know you knew Jason,” Holly said, before Scott could launch into a reassuring
comment or two about how therapists and patients occasionally ran into each
other outside the office and it wasn’t necessary to pretend they didn’t know
each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I don’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I came with a friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Who wants to have vicarious sex
through you,” Holly said, then flushed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I overheard you two
talking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was sitting by the window,
you were outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t know it was
you when I did the overhearing though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
knew the voice—your voice—was familiar, but it didn’t hit me why until just
this second.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or, you know, two seconds
ago, when I said that vicarious thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Which you should ignorant—ignore, I mean, my mouth isn’t cooperating so
well--what I said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I will ignore
that I said it too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She was just <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">too</i> adorable when she babbled, as he now knew for sure she always
did when she was nervous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was she
nervous now?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or did she also babble when
she’d been drinking?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It didn’t
matter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In either case, it was up to him
to take control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I should have brought
up the protocol for us running into each other outside the office,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“There’s a protocol?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She beamed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Hey, I said that perfect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
protocol is a hard word on Heineken.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
girl passed Holly a little too closely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They knocked shoulders, and Holly almost stumbled into the table that
held the chocolate fountain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott
lightly caught her by the arm to steady her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“It’s a simple protocol.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He reluctantly released his arm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You don’t have to pretend not to see
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And you don’t have to worry that I’ll
reveal the nature of our connection.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Holly giggled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You mean you won’t go around telling people
you regularly spank my bare bottom?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Scott looked around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It didn’t seem like anyone had heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It probably wasn’t even possible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He could only hear Holly because they were
standing so close together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thinking
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No, what I meant was I wouldn’t
tell people that I’m your therapist,” he answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sounded like he had a stick up his
butt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was good though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was better to be more formal than less in
a situation like this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well, not tonight,” Holly said. She
took a half a step forward, closing the distance he’d put between them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Not at a party.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like if I had some of that yummy chocolate,
it’s not like you’d take me over your knee right here, is it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Fuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did she have to keep talking about it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In another minute, he’d be getting hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why had he had so many beers?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alcohol equaled a lack of inhibition.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which was fine at a party.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not like he’d been expecting to see
Holly tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Professional.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Be professional.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“If you ate one of your—“<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took him a moment to come up with the
right words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Another alcohol
effect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Your trigger foods in front of
me, and I didn’t follow up with an aversion action, I believe it would
negatively affect our work,” he told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Her brow furrowed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“So wait.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That means…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What you mean is if I
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">did </i>eat the chocolate right now,
you’d have to paddle me right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“In our relationship—“<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Which we don’t have,” Holly
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“A relationship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We don’t have one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I guess you don’t have one with anybody.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got that eavesdropping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dropping. And neither do I right now,” Holly
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I will punish you if you engage in the behaviors we are working together to stop.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Hmmm.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly slipped one finger into the chocolate
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Don’t,” Scott ordered, trying to
bring the necessary sternness to his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But she did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She put her finger into her mouth, and sucked
the chocolate off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Mmmm,” she
murmured.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She started to dip her finger
into the fountain again, but Scott grabbed her wrist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> He glanced
around the room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They needed
privacy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Let’s go outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We need to discuss this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“But it’s cold.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly pouted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Guest house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Come on.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She started through the crowd.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
followed still holding her wrist, although it was she leading him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A few minutes later they were
standing in front of a guest house at the edge of the property.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He hadn’t even noticed it when he was outside
with Markus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was hidden behind a
stand of trees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly tried to slide the
key into the lock for the third time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And missed, for the third time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Let me.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott took the key from her, but he missed
the lock too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tried it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Missed it again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I think Dr. Copeland’s a little
drunky-poo,” Holly teased.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Scott thought she was right, but he
managed to unlock the door on the third try.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He swung it open, then made sure to lock it behind them as soon as they
stepped inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly immediately
wriggled out of her pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I don’t
think I really need to take these panties off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It’s not like they cover anything.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She snapped her thong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>True.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It left both round globes of her ass completely
on display.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Take
control</i>, he ordered himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Now.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“You know that part of the aversion is the embarrassment involved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For this reason, even if the spanking isn’t
felt more intensely with the underwear down, it can be an important therapeutic
element.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That was kick-ass</i>, he thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He’d rattled that off like he’d
been drinking water all night. </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“The thing is?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly stripped off her thong and twirled it
around one finger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m just not feeling
embarrassed, Dr. Copeland.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This was a mistake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The alcohol was blocking Holly from having
the appropriate reaction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He should have
dealt with this at their next session and given her the spanking she deserved
then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he really had felt that
allowing her to eat a trigger food in his presence without punishment would be
detrimental to her therapy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Okay, so, he
had to just get through this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There was a couch not far away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sat down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Come here, Holly,” he instructed, making his voice as chilly and
clinical as he could, trying as hard as he could not to take in the pert little
triangle of pubic hair she was showing off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Nope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m going to see what Jase has in the
kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He always has the best
stuff.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gave a twirl then
skipped—yes, “skipped” was the only word for it, into the next room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He followed her, anger at her disobedience
rising up in him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes patients
needed to be encouraged to go through an aversion session, but he’d never had
to deal without outright defiance.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">8. I don't always brush my teeth before I go to bed.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What was the subject of your first blog? </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Weight loss. Big mistake. As I didn't lose any!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What was your favourite subject in school?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">English</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have you ever done anything in your life you’re truly
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Yes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">What's your proudest moment in life so far?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Getting my first book published.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wow. I have no idea. It's been too, too long.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was nauseatingly good. I once had a hysterical--truly bordering on hysteria--giggle fit that I couldn't stop. I had to leave the room.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What is your favourite genre of book to
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dysfunctional family drama. (It makes me feel like I'm not the only one!)</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Favourite TV show?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Buffy the Vampire Slayer</em></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Favorite season of the year?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Spring. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">What was the last book you read and who wrote it?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Days of Blood and Starlight</em> by Laini Taylor. Awesome YA fantasy. I loved it just as much as the first in the series.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">1. How long did you believe in Santa Claus?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">2. What do you sing in the shower?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">3. What do you love the most?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">4. What food makes you want to puke?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">6. Favorite movie?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">7. Favorite bad movie?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">8. Do you remember what anyone wrote in your high school musical?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">9. What book have you reread the most times?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">10. If you could be a tree, what kind of tree would you be?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">My 11 nominees are: </span><br />
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<a href="http://www.1950swife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Claire Collinsgrove</span></a><span style="color: #741b47;"> <a href="http://carabristol.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Cara Bristow</span></a></span> <a href="http://www.jadecaryromance.com/blog.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Jade Cary</span></a> <a href="http://bentalice.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Alice Dark</span></a><span style="color: #741b47;"></span> <a href="http://cddforlife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Patty Devlin</span></a> <a href="http://www.writercelestejones.blogspot.com/?zx=d62f593527eaccce" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Celeste Jones</span></a> <span style="color: #741b47;"></span><a href="http://starlakaye.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Starla Kaye</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.suelyndon.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Sue Lyndon</span></a><span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><a href="http://www.reneeroseromance.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Renee Rose</span></a> <a href="http://brattyadaline.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Adaline Rayne</a> <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #741b47;">Anatasia Vitsky </span></a></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br />Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-78687443265003645402012-11-11T16:48:00.003-08:002012-11-11T17:18:37.141-08:00THE NEXT BIG THING<ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 1.5pt; margin-top: 1.5pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was tagged for The Next Big Thing (Spanking Edition!) by </span><a href="http://writercelestejones.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Celeste Jones</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. Big thanks, Celeste! It was fun.</span><br />
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is the working title of your book?</span></i></b><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/11/inspiration.html" target="_blank">Aversion Therapy</a><span id="goog_350181258"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_350181259"></span></span></span></div>
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genre does the book fall under? </i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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actors would you choose to play your characters for the movie rendition? </em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I described Scott as looking like Daniel Craig--so Daniel Craig.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And for Holly, Rachel Weiss--so she can do all the hot scenes wit her husband.</span><br />
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<em>W<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>hat
is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? </b><o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Holly falls in love with the therapist who is giving her aversion therapy (spankings) to help her over a bad habit.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: black;"> </span><strong><em>How
long did it take you to write the first draft of your
manuscript?</em></strong></span></div>
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your book be self-published or represented by an
agency?</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Self-published for Kindle and Nook.</span></span></div>
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other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, Celeste compared her WIP to a story of hers, so I'm going to do that too. (Thanks for the idea, Celeste.) I think this story is in the vein of Asking for a Spanking. Not all that realistic, a little funny, and a lot of spanking.</span></div>
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or what inspired you to write this book? </i></strong></span></div>
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else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When it seems that Holly's therapy has worked so well she doesn't need it any more, Holly starts upping her naughty behavior so she won't have to give up her weekly spankings.</span><br />
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Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-26167626255837319962012-11-09T11:59:00.000-08:002012-11-09T11:59:04.112-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's Love Our Lurkers Day, and I definitely wanted to give any lurkers out there a big thanks for reading and lots of love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I have a lot of experience as a lurker. It's just didn't feel comfortable to out myself as being interested in spanking, even posting under a screen name.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Then, I made a big leap. I'm not quite sure what made me do it, but I decided to go to a Shadow Lane spanking event. It was kind of a 0 to 60 move. I felt vaguely uncomfortable the whole time I was there, although everyone--really, everyone--was very nice. And although I didn't find it exactly fun most of the time, because I was nervous and I'm on the shy side and no matter what the event I find it hard talking to strangers, I found it liberating. (In my novella <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=247361961385665532#editor/target=post;postID=5750570801021534735" target="_blank">Taken in Hand</a>, the characters go to a spanking event, and I got to use--and this was years later--little pieces of what I'd experienced.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Maybe a post would feel liberating, lurkers. I'm friendly, and I know you'd get a warm welcome from anyone else who posts here. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">But feel free to continue to lurk. Either way, I'm happy to have you here.</span><br />
<br />Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-50077009478510313302012-11-06T09:47:00.000-08:002012-11-06T09:47:59.663-08:00INSPIRATION<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I get inspiration for my spanking erotica stories from a variety of places. Recently I bought three photos from Dreamstime because I knew they'd inspire me to come up with stories to match. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought this one was scary, in a good way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted this one, because I definitely want to write another <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=247361961385665532#editor/target=post;postID=7342649462903618060" target="_blank">Regency Spanking Story</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this one gave me a story idea almost right away. I've already started writing. Here's a taste:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">AVERSION THERAPY<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’m so nervous,” Holly Nolan
blurted out as soon as she stepped into Dr. Copeland’s office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She couldn’t help it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s like instead of butterflies in her
stomach, she’d had those words, and they’d come flying out the minute she saw
the doctor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s absolutely to be expected,”
Dr. Copeland told her as he closed the door with a quiet click.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sat down behind his desk and gestured her
to one of the chairs in front of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Do
you have any questions about what we’ll be doing today?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Will it hurt a lot?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More word butterflies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was partly his fault they kept coming. It
was those eyes of his.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he looked at
her, she felt like he wanted to hear everything she had to say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looked at her like he wasn’t thinking
about anything but what he could do to help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He looked at her like he cared, even though they’d only had one
appointment before today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He picked up his paperweight, a
geode cut in half to show its amethyst heart, and slowly turned it over in his
hands as considered her question.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly
found that her eyes kept flicking to those hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were strong and capable, and it made her
shiver to think of them on her body. “The way aversion therapy works is to set
up a negative association with an unwanted behavior,” he explained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Re-explained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He’d gone over this last time, and she’d agreed to give the therapy a
try.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“So, yes, it will be painful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It wouldn’t be effective otherwise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You may still be experiencing some discomfort
for several hours after our session, and there is the possibility of minor
bruising, although probably not after today’s appointment, because part of what
I’ll be doing is trying to locate the level of pain required, and I’ll start at
the lower end of the spectrum. Your skin will most certainly be red when you
leave today though.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly’s stomach
curled into a little ball, crushing any butterflies that remained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, she wasn’t sure be able to speak at
all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He set down the paperweight and
leaned forward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You can still change
your mind, and I can come up with some alternative therapies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>For a minute she was tempted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seriously tempted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Talking about it at the last appointment had
been different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had all been
theoretically.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Logical.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pain association with negative behavior.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But now it was about to happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A spanking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>From Dr. Copeland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She cleared
her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was desert-dry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or should that be dessert-dry? she
wondered--feeling like she was teetering on the edge of hysteria--since she was
about to be spanked for her inability to moderate the amount of sweets she
consumed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The doctor poured a glass of water
and handed it to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her fingers
trembled as she raised it to her lips, trembled enough to set miniature waves
rolling across the surface of the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She took a long drink, then managed to say, “This is the therapy you
think is the best, um, most effective, right?” Good, a very reasonable,
non-teetering-on-the-edge-of-Cliff-Hysteria question.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Based on the history I took last
time, I think it has the best chance of stopping your compulsive eating,” Dr.
Copeland answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>To her surprise, tears stung Holly’s
eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I feel like I’ve tried everything
but this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m so tired of trying and
failing over and over.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I know you are,” he said, then he
waited, and Holly felt like he’d patiently wait for hours if that’s how long it
took her to make her decision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I trust you,” she told him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she did, even after knowing him such a
short time. It was those damn eyes of his. And the degree in psychiatry from
Yale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But mostly the damn eyes. “Let’s
try it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“All right.” Dr. Copeland
stood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Did you bring some of the foods
you have the most trouble with?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In reply, Holly pulled a plastic bag
out of her purse and upended it over his desk, showering M&Ms, Hershey’s
kisses, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Rollos, Almond Joys, KitKats, and Twix bars
down on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked into Dr.
Copeland’s face, but didn’t see any judgements there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He simply said, “Choose one you’d like to
start with.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The silver wrapper of one of the Kisses
caught her eye and she pointed at it. Dr. Copeland picked it up, then walked
over to the leather sofa against the far wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He sat down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Come here, and put
yourself across my knees,” he said, using the same tone he had when he’d
explained how aversion therapy worked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“W-w-wh—“<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly had to stop and start again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Why in that position?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Couldn’t I just bend over and brace my hands
against the wall or maybe lean over your desk?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The idea of lying over Dr. Copeland’s lap felt too…intimate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not that everything involved in the process
wasn’t intimate, starting with simply telling him about her struggles with
controlling her eating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It didn’t help
that he was maybe only ten years older than she was, late thirties, she
figured.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he reminded her a little of
Daniel Craig, an actor she swooned over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’ve found there’s a useful psychological
element to the over-the-knee position,” he answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“There’s greater vulnerability and, also,
greater embarrassment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The embarrassment
of being spanked as an adult is a factor that many of my patients find almost
as much of a deterrent as the pain of the spanking.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every time he said the word spanking, she
felt her face get redder and hotter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I
think you’ll find that the longer you stand there and think about what is going
to happen, the harder it will be,” he added. “You said you trust me,
Holly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I promise you nothing I do
will cause any permanent harm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Come
here, and let’s get started.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Holly began to tremble as she slowly
walked toward him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The hem of her skirt was
trembling along with the motion of her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She hoped he didn’t notice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Although he’d done this a lot of times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She knew that because he’d given her statistics about his success rate
with the his aversion therapy program.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’d
probably seen every reaction there was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She peeked at him from under her lashes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He sat there patiently, clearly ready to give her as much time as she
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Faster than she wanted to, she
reached him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She stretched out across
his thighs immediately, afraid if she hesitated she’d bolt and never come
back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And never get a grip on her
out-of-control eating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Is this
okay?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Am I where you want me?” she
asked, looking down at the sofa cushion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Dr. Copeland put his hands on her
waist and urged her a little farther over his lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His hands moved away, and she heard a soft
crinkling sound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Open your mouth,” he
told her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did, and she felt the
chocolate kiss slide between her lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Don’t bite into it,” he instructed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“I want you to let it melt in your mouth as I spank you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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said the word “spank.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God, she was
nervous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Wait!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holly jerked the skirt back down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Why did you do that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the amount of discomfort if I don’t have to take the outer layer of clothing
into consideration,” he explained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I
can also feel the amount of heat through your underwear, which is useful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a psychological effect as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just as taking you across my knee increases
the psychic aversion factor, so too my removing a layer of clothing raises the
level of aversion you’ll connect to the chocolate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shall we continue?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His voice was calm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>You’re here because you need
help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is help, she told herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Big-time brain science help from a big-time
Yale psychiatrist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just wanted to understand the logic,” she
answered, giving herself a few points for sounding like a capable adult who was
making an reasoned choice about how to deal with an issue she was having
trouble with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She decided that she
deserved bonus impersonating-a-capable-adult points for pulling it off while
she was lying across the lap of Dr. Big Time about to get spanked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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process,” he told her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he again
slid her skirt up over her bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
cool air on her panties made her shiver. Yeah, that was it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Absolutely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The cool air. “Tell me if the candy runs out before I finish,” he
continued.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The point is for your brain
to connect the taste of the chocolate and the pain and embarrassment.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shut, as if somehow it would hurt less with them closed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dr. Copeland rested one hand firmly on her
back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seconds later, his other hand came
down on her bottom, sharp and stinging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
last time Holly had been spanked, she’d been a little girl, really little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d rubbed Vaseline into the wall of her bedroom
for some unknown reason—she had a vague memory of pretending she was making a
TV commercial--and her mom had given her a couple pops on the butt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d never had a spanking like this, over
the knee for real punishment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Clearly I don't worry about having a high level of realism in my stories! Anyone remember the Schick anti-smoking aversion therapy from the 70s, where participants would get mild shocks while smoking? As far as I know though, there wasn't a similar program that used spanking.</span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-3009602148010855762012-11-04T05:05:00.000-08:002012-11-04T05:05:12.334-08:00MIRANDA MERRIWEATHER TALKS EROTICA<div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>How long have you been writing erotica?</em> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Actual writing, only a few months. In my head...I've probably been writing this stuff ever since I read (and reread) a dogeared copy of Judy Blume's "Forever" as a teenager. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>What's your writing process like? Do you come up with characters first? Plot? Do you discover where the story is going as you write or do you like to know before you start? </em><br />I think I'm inspired by themes, first and foremost. Both my novels so far explore repression -- I'm fascinated by the way women -- including myself -- hesitate to discuss, let alone try, any kind of sexual exploration. I've been amazed at the response from readers, who -- sometimes quite poignantly -- express how powerful and debilitating a force repression has been in their sexual lives. <br /><br />As for the plot vs. characters question, it's a variable. Virgin Wife was inspired by a friend, who had to confess when her husband left that he'd been her one and only lover. I was intrigued by her odyssey, as she started dating as a mature woman. <br /><br />Sex Assassins was inspired by the concept. I've loved games like Risk and Diplomacy since I was a kid -- games that require trust and betrayal as much as luck in order to win. Throughout college, I often thought how much those same qualities went into an evening hookup at a bar. When I started writing erotica, I couldn't help but think how liberating it would be to excuse your desires with one of those games as a template. You're no longer bound by social mores -- what your partner will think of you if you ask for what you want, or what they'll think of you if you do what THEY ask. All the toxicity of simply asking for your sexual desires to be fulfilled is removed: you HAVE to do this, if you're going to keep playing the game. <br /><br />And I always know where I'm starting and where I'm ending before I begin. It's the middle that gets kind of murky. I have loads of ideas, I just have to test the sequencing a few times before I'm happy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Both The Virgin Wife and Sex Assassins have streaks of darkness in them. At least some of the characters in both are going through tough times. Is that something you're drawn to exploring?</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Absolutely. Why do we get on a roller coaster? To experience a dangerous thrill -- in hitting the height of fear, we achieve a greater exhilaration on the downhill. Extrapolate that out: there's no greater exhilaration documented in all of literature than an incredible orgasm. So much in the same way you ride the roller coaster, you look to take your partner to the greatest depths of fear, in order to</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">achieve an even greater release sexually. And this seems to hold true throughout the course of our sexual lives. When we're young, just having sex is illicit. It's hot having sex in your parents living room, knowing they could walk in on you and your boyfriend any time. Once married, you explore with sexual toys to achieve that same sense of illicitness. And after years of being married, why do so many people have affairs outside of marriage? Because it's dangerous. A major rush, purely in the secrecy.<br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>How many books do you have planned in the Sex Assassins series?</em> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm hoping there will be many, many books in the Sex Assassins series, some written by me, but also stories by some writer friends. it would be a literary version of a very drunken evening with your best friends, confessing all the things you've ever done, as well as the things you'd like to do and never have, played out in an arena where anything is okay. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Can you give us a hint about your next story?</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <br />The next one's Sex Assassins: Spanked by the Competition. I'm sure you can work that one out for yourselves. <br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Is there anything special you do to get in the mood to write? Listen to music? Have a drink? ;)</em> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I cycle. It's very meditative. I do half of my writing on my morning ride and it's great. No phones, no one calling for me. Just me, off in my head. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Everybody's still talking about 50 Shades of Gray. Do you think it's something that will have lasting impact on what readers are looking for?</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <br />I do think it will have a lasting impact, but not in the way most people think, which is with the BDSM stuff. I think the lasting impact comes back to my theme of repression. How many women do you know will walk in and buy tampons from a guy cashier at the store? Not many, right? Now put those same women at the bookstore counter -- how many were willing to buy a book of erotica? Far fewer than would walk up to the convenience store counter. I think 50 Shades has liberated a lot of women to simply admit, "That's right, I like sex. I like to read about it, get new ideas. I even like to get turned on while I'm reading it. And you know what? I love it." <br /></span><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Are the sex scenes the easiest part of a story to write or the most difficult. (You'll see I avoided the word "hardest." I have some</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">self-restraint!)</span></em><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What's the sexiest scene you've read or seen? Seen? 9 1/2 weeks when Mickey Rourke drips the ice cube on Kim Basinger. Read? I'm still turned on by the opening scene in Sex Assassins with my chocolate girl. A guy licking hardened chocolate off you until it goes gooey soft and he gets to...well, you'll just have to read it. :-)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The old adage of 'write what you know' is taken to a whole new level in writing erotica. Because you have to write about not only what you've done, but what you've always wanted to do and never have. And yeah, it can be a little embarrassing, especially when you have friends read your story. It's an incredibly intimate thing to share, something you normally wouldn't, outside of a lover. But if it doesn't turn you on, how can you expect it to turn anyone else on?</span></div>
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around Jackson Hawes as he climbed out of his Jeep, momentarily filling his
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jackson let out a sigh himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Another Halloween.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Another night of dealing with what was set
loose by the ignorant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’d only taken a
few steps up the walkway to the darkened house when the door burst open and two
teenage girls with flashlights rushed out, both talking at once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He picked out the words “scratched,” “ghost,”
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Shut up,” he commanded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I ask questions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You answer them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Inside.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As he led the way back into the
house, the lights flicked on, as if in welcome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Somebody wanted to play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fine
with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jackson always won.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Anyone else home?” he asked the girls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No,” the one dressed as a sexy
Ernie answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And the lights wouldn’t
come on before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were completely
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Typical,” he answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“So you two geniuses were playing with a
Ouija board.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you ask to speak to a
specific spirit?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“We were just asking questions,” the
girl dressed as a sexy Bert said in a rush.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Not to anybody.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just to the
board.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You use the board, you’re trying to
contact a spirit,” Jackson told them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The lights flashed on and off as if in agreement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bert and Ernie squealed. “Did you get a
message?” he continued.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The girls stared
at him with eyes as blank as those of the puppets they’d decided to dress up as.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Did the little pointer spell out anything?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He spoke slowly and carefully, pretending
they were kindergartners.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I thought she was moving it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Bert pointed to Ernie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“And I thought she was moving
it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ernie pointed to Bert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Not what I asked.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lights agreed again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Doom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It spelled out doom,” Bert said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently, Ernie was still trying to figure
out what the question actually was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Original,” Jackson muttered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lights gave a rapid series of blinks, as
if someone had been offended.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had no
problem with that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Anything else?”
Jackson asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The girls shook their
heads.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Just that, over and over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then the board flipped over, and something
scratched me! And I knew it was a ghost!” Ernie exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s when we called you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We saw your ad on TV,” Bert added.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He always paid for a late-night ad
on a local station the week before Halloween, and it always got him a lot of
calls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Let’s see it,” he said to
Ernie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She held out her arm, and he saw that
it was shaking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He should probably have
a little more patience with these two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They had to be terrified.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But,
they’d asked for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The three long scratches on the
girl’s arm looked as if they’d been caused by fingernails.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You sure your friend didn’t accidentally do
this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No way,” Bert protested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I was too busy screaming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And anyway I wasn’t close enough.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He wasn’t going to get anything else
useful from them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Give me an hour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When you get back, whatever you called up
will be gone.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lights gave their
most rapid flicker yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somebody thought
he was being too cocky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somebody was
wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Bert and Ernie didn’t need to be
told twice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were out the door
almost before he finished speaking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Showtime</i>,
Jackson thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was encouraged by
the scratches on the girl’s arm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not
that he’d wanted her injured, but the scratches indicated the spirit was
capable of a physical manifestation, and a being with a physical manifestation
could be hurt physically.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He walked over to the upended Ouija
board.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Don’t be shy, sweetheart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Come out and show yourself,” he called
loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t know for sure if the
spirit was male or female, but scratching, that was a woman thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Call him sexist, he didn’t care.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Men didn’t scratch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The lights flicked in reply.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Come on.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He switched into a coaxing tone. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Women liked coaxing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“We’re all alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to see you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You must be lonely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know I am.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Come keep me company.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He grinned as he heard the sound of
high heels on the polished wooden stairs that led upstairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The spirit hadn’t taken on a form he could
see, not yet, but she was coming toward him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The clicks stopped, and Jackson
assumed the spirit woman had reached the carpet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A whiff of perfume, something old-fashioned,
honeysuckle maybe, indicated she was close.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then he felt breath on his cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Very, very close.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>His heart gave a kick in his
chest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This part always got him going,
adrenalin whipping through him, not a fear response, but one of excitement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Close was good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he needed her corporeal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He decided to go with some
flattery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Women liked that too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You smell wonderful.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Feed me some more applesauce,” came
the whispered response in his ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Applesauce?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was she talking about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She giggled at his confusion, and as
she did, the air in front of him began to ripple then solidify, taking the form
of a woman in a flapper dress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More of a
girl than a woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked about
eighteen under all that makeup.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d
powdered her face almost while, colored her lips a deep crimson, and had on
enough eye shadow he was surprised she could keep her eyelids open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Annabelle,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She raised her eyebrows, surprised.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jackson had done some quick research
on the house before he’d come, and he’d discovered a young woman named
Annabelle Patterson had died there in 1927.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She’d broken her neck in a fall down the stairs. She’d been just about
to turn twenty-one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“And who are you, Father Time?” she
asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn’t ask what he was doing
there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was typical of spirits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They somehow worked everything they saw into
a reality that made sense to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“A
friend of my papa’s, I suppose.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mr. Jackson Hawes.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And who was she calling Father Time?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was only thirty-two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She pulled a silver flask from the
top of one of her rolled-down stockings, took a slug, then promptly
choked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Bathtub gin wasn’t in the
bathtub long enough,” she explained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
took a cigarette out of a case in her bag, put it between her lips, and looked
at him expectantly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jackson lit it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was already dead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not like it could kill her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She took a puff and started coughing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was as if she’d never had a smoke
or a drink before tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was an
innocent little thing, and he reminded himself that she’d grown up—as much as
she had—almost a hundred years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
that let him know exactly how to handle her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He plucked the cigarette out of her mouth and put it out on the bottom
of his shoe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Wurp.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She gave an exaggerated pout.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He had no idea what that meant, but
he had the idea it wasn’t a compliment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“You and I are going to have a talk, young lady,” he told her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You terrified those girls, do you know
that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I was just playing with the
dumb doras,” she answered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I didn’t
mean to scratch one of them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s only the first thing you and
I have to discuss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But before we move
on, first I’m getting that gunk off your face.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He took her by the elbow, marched her into the kitchen, grabbed a
dishtowel, then wet it and began to scrub her face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wriggled and protested, but he didn’t
stop until her face was clean and shining.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Much better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now sit.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He pointed to one of the kitchen chairs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She quickly obeyed as if it didn’t
occur to her to refuse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was like washing
off her makeup had washed away most of her attitude. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What were you thinking wearing all
that stuff on your face?” he asked sternly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She dropped her eyes to the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yeah, he was on the right track.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“And carrying a flask.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What would
your mother think?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Don’t tell her!” Annabelle
exclaimed, jerking her eyes up to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“It would break her heart.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Guilt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was what was keeping her here, on this
plane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, he knew exactly how to
handle that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“And what about the rest of what you
got up to tonight?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He knew she’d died
after midnight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Looking at her, he knew
she had to have been sneaking back into her house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I didn’t do anything,” she said,
raising her chin, with just a hint of defiance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Don’t lie to me, Annabelle
Patterson,” Jackson ordered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I went to a petting party at my
friend Susan’s,” she mumbled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Speak up,” he barked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I went to a petting party at my
friend Susan’s,” she said more loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Please
don’t tell Mama.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or Papa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please, please don’t tell Papa.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She suddenly sounded like a little girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“If I did, I’m sure he’d put you over
his knee and warm your bottom, am I right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Her face flushed, and she nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well, since papa isn’t here, I’m
going to have to take care of that myself,” Jackson informed her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once she’d taken her punishment, he was
pretty sure she’d be released from this plane and free to go on, to go to her
parents and everyone else she loved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He pulled one of the kitchen chairs
away from the table and sat down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Let’s
get this done.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Tears started to roll down her
face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I only wanted to have a little
fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All I did was a little hugging.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“And a little sneaking out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And a little smoking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And a little drinking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And a little lying to Mama and Papa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, let’s not forget, a little scaring of
those girls.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jackson counted her sins
on his fingers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You know you’ve earned
a spanking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now come here and get
yourself over my knee.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Annabelle stood and slowly
approached him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He held out his hand,
and he took it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All he had to do was
give it a gentle tug and she was across his lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew she had this coming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jackson place one hand on her back
and used his other to pull the hem of her fringed dress up over her
bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She have a gasp when he took the
top of her panties in his fingers, and planted her hands firmly over her fanny.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You better move those paws unless
you want your spanking to last twice as long,” Jackson warned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She jerked her hands away almost as
fast as she’d gotten them in place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Jackson made quick work of getting her panties—with their wide, loose
legs—down to her knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her bottom was
smooth and round and creamy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><em>You’re not
here to ogle her</em>, he reminded himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He raised his hand and gave her a sharp spank, sharp enough to leave a
perfect red hand-print and to get a squeal from Miss Annabelle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jackson continued methodically,
making each spank count, covering every inch of her bottom and the tops of her
thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her flesh remained firm—well
firm, but bouncy—under his hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Obviously, she thought she deserved something harsher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He rained down a second round of spanks,
these faster so there wasn’t even a few seconds between strikes for her to
recover.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She squirmed and bucked, but
didn’t begin to fade as he’d thought she would.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Maybe a little lecture was in
order.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jackson planted his palm firmly
on her bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You really have behaved
horribly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Smoking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Drinking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I know you weren’t raised that way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No, I w-wasn’t,” Annabelle
stammered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He could hear tears in her
voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Do you have any explanation for
yourself?” he demanded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ll never do it again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Never!”
she exclaimed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she remained
solid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her guilt hadn’t left her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jackson began spanking again, turning her
skin crimson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Please, stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please, please.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will never, ever do it again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jackson paused. Had he been wrong
about a spanking being what she needed to free her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“If it was your papa spanking you, would he
stop now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Annabelle didn’t reply.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jackson gave her a sharp smack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Answer me!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I won’t do it again!” Annabelle
exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That’s not what I asked.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gave her another spank.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I’m sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know I was bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I’ll be good, I will.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Not an an—“ Jackson began. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Then a hairbrush materialized in
thin air and fell to the ground at his feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He didn’t need to be told twice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He picked it up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Annabelle looked
over her shoulder and began to struggle to get free when she saw what he held. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Papa’s hairbrush!” she cried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><em>Papa’s paddle was more like it</em>, he
thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The back was wide and
thick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> It would deliver quite the wallop.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Annabelle gave a hard jerk and
almost broke free.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Enough!” Jackson pushed
her further forward on his lap, and looped one of his legs over both of his
just as she began kicking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was no
match for his strength.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He began
applying the back of the brush to her already well-punished bottom and it only
took three strokes before her shoulders began to shake with sobs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He didn’t let that stop him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He brought the brush down again and again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Finally he saw that she’d begun to
turn translucent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He paused with the
brush raised to deliver another spank.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She twisted around and looked at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You’re probably hating me right
now,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She shook her head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“No, you were right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I deserved a spanking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll be good from now on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I know you will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know you were always a good girl, most of
the time. You can go now.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He put the
brush on the table, gave her bottom one last spank, this one more of a
tap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He could hardly feel her under his
hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her body was now feather-light
over his lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he began to pull her
panties back up, the doorway leading to the living room began to glow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jackson squinted into the
light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A man and woman, Annabelle’s parents
going by their age and dress, stood there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Her mama smiled at him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her
father gave him an approving nod.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Annabelle scrambled up from his lap
and started toward them, then spun around and gave him a kiss on the
cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she ran toward her parents,
toward the light, and disappeared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Nothing like a good spanking,”
Jackson said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He decided that he’d give
the same treatment to Bert and Ernie when they returned. They deserved it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Playing with a<span style="color: black;"> Ouija</span> board and on Halloween
no less.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-44369807583776266742012-10-16T19:20:00.001-07:002012-10-16T21:32:04.555-07:00TECHNICAL GLITCH WITH CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hi,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">The Choose-Your-Own-Spanking attraction is now open. I believe all the glitches have been repaired and that you can now ride (read) it safely.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">I appologize for an inconvenience.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">Hope you have fun!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Emma</span></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">P.S. I wonder if anyone who reads this blog will decide to choose the path of goodness and obey the agreement made with the Significant Other.</span>Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-3644545300397658902012-10-16T10:07:00.001-07:002012-10-16T20:20:58.033-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH C<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you confessed to wasting the day on the internet,
continue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can’t speak without stammering, but you manage to say
that you set two timers, but that you didn’t listen to them. You apologize as
he moves toward you, his face hard, eyes unreadable. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You swear that tomorrow you’ll use that
software that turns the computer off for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He says that’s a very good idea, because he very much doubts you’ll want
to receive a second spanking <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tomorrow after
the one he’s going to give you tonight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Continue <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-b.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></span>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><h4>
<span style="color: #990000;">DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank">CONTEST</a>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</span></h4>
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</span><br />Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-36404559910189912002012-10-16T10:00:00.011-07:002012-10-16T20:32:44.159-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH D<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: red;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you refused to get the hairbrush, continue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You refused, using the word bastard a few more times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mouth pressed into a grim line, he picks you
up (why do you always forget he’s big enough and strong enough to just pick you
up?), tosses you over his shoulder and heads for the bathroom off your
bedroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You start to kick, and he
simply keeps walking, spanking<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>your bare
bottom as he does.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he reaches the
bathroom he grabs his brush.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(The brush
you bought him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why oh why did you
splurge on that hairbrush for his birthday? It cost more than a hundred dollars
and is very well made.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s rectangular
back is wide and thick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s the perfect
paddle.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then it’s over to the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He sits down and pulls you across his knees, then starts using that
brush on your already flaming bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You start crying almost immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It hurts so bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You finally
realize there’s no point in trying to get away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He’ll just haul you right back into position.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He keeps spanking, and you begin to sob.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can’t help it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each stroke of the brush—the paddle—sends a
bolt of hot pain through you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s never
been able to stand to see you cry before, but now your shoulders are heaving
with sobs and he keeps spanking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All you
can do is submit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Until it’s over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He lets you lie there until your sobs turn to sniffles, then
he helps you to your feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He takes your
hand in his and leads you to the bathroom, where he turns you away from the
large mirror, then tells you to look at yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You don’t want to, but you now know it is
better to obey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You turn your head and
take in the sight of your bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is
crimson, and you can see a few spots were bruises have already started to
form.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He tells you that if you had
simply taken the spanking you’d earned it never would have come to this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sounds weary, and disappointed in you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He fills up the tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For you, you wonder?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He tells you he wants you to stand where you
are, continue looking at that red bottom of yours, and think about what you’ve done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Not just going online for more than an hour, which, he says, turns out
to the least of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He strips and gets
in the tub.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You return your gaze to the
mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The moments tick by, and you find your anger and resentment
at having been repeatedly spanked fading.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You find that you are genuinely sorry, and not just because of the way
your bottom feels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday the two of
you had agreed that you’d get a spanking if you spent more than an hour
online.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">agreed.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he followed up
on the agreement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And you acted like a brat, calling him a bastard and all but
stomping your foot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You did throw a temper tantrum, and all
because the two of you agreed on a punishment, you earned the punishment, and
then didn’t want to take it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You apologize.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
accepts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You want to go to him, climb in
the tub with him, be as close to him as you can.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he hasn’t given you permission to move, so you stay where you are.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being kept from him is almost more painful
than being spanked with the brush.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No, it is more painful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Is he still angry?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have you
ruined everything between you? You get up the courage to ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He climbs out of the tub and comes to you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He says of course things aren’t ruined.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he isn’t angry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ve been punished for your behavior.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It’s over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He kisses you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You don’t even make it to the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You have each other there on the bathroom
floor, the tile cool against your throbbing bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His cock hot inside you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>THE END<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unless you started the evening with some lies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you did, poor you, go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-f.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><h4>
<span style="color: #990000;">DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR
TREAT <a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank">CONTEST</a>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</span></h4>
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Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-68909922824544906052012-10-16T10:00:00.010-07:002012-10-16T20:34:22.253-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH A<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: red;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: red;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: red;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></o:p><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you stopped reading the blog when your hour was up,
continue.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You used the time you’d usually have spent on the web making
dinner, doing a bit of cleaning, and ended up having time to take a long bubble
bath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When your significant other comes
home, he immediately asks for a report.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You happily tell him about your two-timer system and brag a bit about
how you turned the computer off the second an hour was up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He smiles, although he comments that it <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">did</i> take the threat of a spanking to get
you to behave yourself. He gives you a couple light pats on the fanny for emphasis.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The two of you eat dinner, do a little snuggling in front of
the TV, and when you go to bed, you fall asleep easily, your conscience clear. What a good girl you are!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE END</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><strong>DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT </strong><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank"><strong>CONTEST</strong></a><strong>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</strong></span></div>
Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-42453592475523059692012-10-16T10:00:00.009-07:002012-10-16T20:36:31.680-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH E<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you’re lying across your significant other’s lap, waiting
for your spanking to start, continue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know he is staring down at your exposed bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why doesn’t he just start and get it over
with?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Waiting is…it’s horrible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You squirm a little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He orders you to stay still.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You obey, but it’s hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He picks up the lecture again, asking how it
feels to be your age and needing a spanking because you have so little
control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He actually waits for an
answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You admit that you feel ashamed
of yourself, and you really do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How can
you not, lying over his knee waiting for him to paddle you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why won’t he just do it already?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then he starts, and you wish he would have lectured longer,
because it hurts, it really hurts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
tell him that, and he, without stopping his firm, sharp spanks, says that that’s
the point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A spanking is supposed to
hurt enough that it makes you change your behavior.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He spanks up and down your bottom, then spanks your
thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yowch!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tears come to your eyes, but you blink them
away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He plants his hand on your bottom
and asks you if you’re going to remember to keep your promises to him from now
on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You swear you will, you swear,
swear, swear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He raises his hand—and gives
you two more spanks, the hardest yet, hard enough to make you yelp.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then he runs his hand over your bottom, talking about how
red it is, how naughty you were to need him to take you over his knee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His tone is just the tinest bit teasing now,
and you realize you’re the tinest bit wet, and getting wetter the more he
rubs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rubbing feels good and bad at
the same time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You want him to stop, but
you don’t.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He moves his hands lower, and he begins roughly massaging
your burning, stinging thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yowch-yum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then his hands move
between your thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Yum-yum. </span>He starts to slide
one finger into you, then pulls it out, chiding you for getting wet during a
spanking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which is supposed to be
punishment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe he didn’t do it
right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe it wasn’t thorough
enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You really do deserve a sound
spanking, he says, after what you did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You assure him it was most thorough and very sound. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But he spanks your bottom some more anyway, making sure he
doesn’t miss an inch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time when you
squirm, he doesn’t order you to stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And you can feel that the spanking got him pretty excited too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You don’t mention it, just in case that earns
you more spanks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You’re ready for his fingers—and more—to be back inside you. And he's happy to oblige.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE END<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unless you started the evening with some lies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you did, poor you, go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-f.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT </strong><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank"><strong>CONTEST</strong></a><strong>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</strong></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-26355712979297198152012-10-16T10:00:00.008-07:002012-10-16T21:16:29.791-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH F<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
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<o:p></o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your significant other raises and eyebrow and heads to the
kitchen table where you have your laptop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He touches it, comments that it feels warm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your face goes warm, but you’ve gone with
lying, you aren’t going to stop now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
tell him you just finished up your hour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He nods, like that makes sense, and you smile, because you
got away with something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You think.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It turns out your sneaky significant other
put a keystroke tracker on your laptop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He quickly discovers exactly how long you were online and exactly what
you were doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(You must have
remembered that he said you’d be spanked if you stayed on more than an hour,
he observes, since you seem to have done some research on the subject by reading a spanking
blog.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You blurt out that you’ll go make dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it doesn’t work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He moves toward you, and you’re pretty sure
what he has in mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-b.html" target="_blank">HERE</a> .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT </strong><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank"><strong>CONTEST</strong></a><strong>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</strong></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-82797625320195933162012-10-16T10:00:00.007-07:002012-10-16T20:44:18.889-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH G<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;">
<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</span></em></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span> <span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you’re in the middle of a temper tantrum, continue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your significant other tells you that you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">are</i> going to be spanked for going over
your allotted time on the computer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
adds that it’s up to you whether you will also be spanked for acting like a
petulant, peevish little girl. (You hate it when he pulls out the SAT words on
you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the alliteration—please.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He says you have ten seconds to put yourself
back over his knee or it’s two spankings for you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You’re waaay too caught up in your tantrum to even consider
obeying the…bastard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Your vocabulary is
as good as his, but it’s deserted you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That’s how mad you are.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re so
mad you’ve even forgotten your pajama bottoms fell to your ankles in your dash
away from…the bastard.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You tell him to
go to hell and call him a bastard a few more times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He doesn’t get angry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He simply strides over to you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You try to run, but those damn pajama bottoms tangled around your feet
won’t let you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He grabs you by the waist
and drags you back toward the sofa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
stops at the coffee table and plants one foot on it, then bends you over his
thigh and starts spanking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You try to
get away again, but he keeps one arm wrapped over your back and around your
waist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s like a vise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All you can do is balance on your tiptoes,
your head hanging down so far your nose is almost on the floor as he spanks
you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And spanks you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And spanks you some more, covering every inch
of your fanny and even getting the tops of your thinghs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re sure he’s going to stop any
second.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your whole bottom is on
fire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead, he picks one spot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s on the fullest part of your left butt
cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He spanks that one spot until you
start to scream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Until you start to
cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And you didn’t want to cry in front
of the bastard-y him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He proves he
really is a bastard by moving his hand to a spot on the center of your bottom
and giving it the same treatment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally, it’s over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He guides you into an upright position and lowers his foot to the
floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he takes your chin between
this thumb and forefinger and tilts your face up until you’re forced to look
him in the eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He tells you now it’s
time for you to be punished for not honoring your agreement about how long you
would stay on the computer.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, but, but…that’s what he just did, you protest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, he just spanked you for throwing that
temper tantrum, remember?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He tells you
to go to the bathroom, get his hairbrush, and bring it to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You really don’t like the sound of that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;">If you decide there is no way he’s getting anywhere near you
with any hairbrush and tell him so, go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-d.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;">f you really don’t want him getting anywhere near you with
any hairbrush, but are afraid to disobey now that you’ve seen how stern your
sweetie can get, go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-h.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><strong></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT </strong><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank"><strong>CONTEST</strong></a><strong>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</strong></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span></span><br />Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-71608092571714039652012-10-16T10:00:00.006-07:002012-10-16T20:45:30.239-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH K<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</em></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you’re a liar, you’re in the right place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Continue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You and your significant other have eaten dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He laughed when you had to eat standing up,
but you had no desire to call him a bastard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>You are so ready for bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Spanking takes a lot out of a girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Your guy is so considerate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
makes a pile of pillows near the middle of your side of the bed, and guides you
over it, so you’re lying with your bottom high in the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That should make sleeping <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">much</i> more comfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your bottom is bare, of course.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s way too tender for P.J.s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He brushes your hair away from your face, gives you a kiss
on the cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s so sweet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sets the alarm. Then says there’s just one
thing the two of you have to take care of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He doesn’t want you to have to start a new day with a spanking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He wants you to be able to start fresh, with a clear
conscience, so he’s going to give you your punishment now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ll both sleep better knowing it’s over
with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What what
what?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>You’ve been punished, punished for everything, you
protest,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>alarm sending adrendaline
racing through your body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have you forgotten you lied to him?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is absolutely not acceptable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s sounding a little grim now, like he did
when he was lecturing before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lying is
something that will always earn you a spanking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>That’s not fair, you say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The two of you never talked about that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>His voice has more of an edge to it when he speaks next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Does she think there is nothing wrong with
lying to him?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>Well, no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lying is
lying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She can’t come up with a case for
it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>He sits down on the edge of the bed, then picks up one of
his slippers from the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He twists
around, and looking over your shoulder, you can see your raised bottom is
perfectly positioned for another spanking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He raises the
slipper—Why did you have to buy him those super nice leather slippers from L.L.
Bean?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why did you have to shop online at
all?—then brings it down with a sharp thwack on your already quite soundly
punished bottom and on your already quite well-punished thighs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These are no slow, deliberate spanks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s giving you a volley of hard, stinging
swats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s like being attacked by bees,
heat and pain everywhere at once.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then it’s over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Really over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He climbs into bed
beside you, slides his arm around you, letting one hand give your bottom a few
light, affectionate pats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I’m thinking
you’ll be a good girl tomorrow,” he says.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You’re thinking that too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Although maybe, just maybe, in a few weeks, or at least a few days, you
might want to be a tiny bit naughty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Just the right amount.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some
fibbing, little bitty fibbing?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few
minutes over an hour on line?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You’re still pondering as you drift off to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE END<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IF YOU’RE GOOD FROM NOW ON.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT </strong><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank"><strong>CONTEST</strong></a><strong>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</strong></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-51116413788617901682012-10-16T10:00:00.005-07:002012-10-16T20:48:10.490-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH H<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</span></em><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you walked to the bathroom, legs trembling, to get the
hairbrush, continue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why oh why did you splurge on that hairbrush for his
birthday?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It cost more than a hundred
dollars and is very well made.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
rectangular back is wide and thick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your
stomach twists itself into knots as you stare at it, but you make yourself pick
it up, almost dropping it with your trembling fingers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>When you return to the living room, he’s sitting on the
couch, waiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You really, really, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">really</i> don’t want to, but you go right
over to him, and him the brush, and position yourself across his lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gives a murmured “good girl,” and,
strangely, you feel a small burst of pleasure at his praise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He runs his hand over your bottom
lightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You wish he’d keep doing it,
and he does, rubbing out some of the heat, as he moves his palm in slow
circles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well, this is fun, but we have
your punishment to take care of,”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> he finally says.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>He places one hand on the middle of your back, then, after
reminding you that your spanking could have been finished by now, he brings the
back of the brush down on your bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And all that hot pain comes rushing back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You bury your face in the sofa cushion,
letting it soak up your tears, as he gives your five hard spanks with the
brush, leaving you breathless, your bottom throbbing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He tosses the brush to the floor, and uses both hands to
roughly knead your flaming skin, describing to you exactly how red you are. He comments that only a naughty girl would have a bottom so red and hot. Only someone with no self-control and a nasty temper would have to receive a hand spanking followed by a hairbrush spanking.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then his hands urge you over onto your back, and you are
staring up into his face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wipes away
your tears with his fingertips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
realize that you can feel his cock hard underneath you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And you realize that you’re wet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’re never felt this close to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You let yourself slide onto the floor, kneeling between his
thighs now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You unzip him, free him, but
before you can take him into your mouth, he tells you that this won’t change
things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If he thinks you need a
spanking—for wasting time on the computer or any other reason—he’ll give you
one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You tell him you understand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
THE END</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unless you started the evening with some lies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you did, poor you, go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-f.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT </strong><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank"><strong>CONTEST</strong></a><strong>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</strong></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-11301275920451408772012-10-16T10:00:00.004-07:002012-10-16T20:50:12.250-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH I<span style="font-family: Arial;"><em>Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</em></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you walked to the bathroom, legs trembling, to get the
hairbrush, continue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why oh why did you splurge on that hairbrush for his
birthday?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It cost more than a hundred
dollars and is very well made.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
rectangular back is wide and thick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your
stomach twists itself into knots as you stare at it, but you make yourself pick
it up, almost dropping it with your trembling fingers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you return to the living room, he’s sitting on the
couch, waiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You really, really, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">really</i> don’t want to, but you go right
over to him, hand him the brush, and position yourself across his lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gives a murmured “good girl,” and,
strangely, you feel a small burst of pleasure at his praise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He runs his hand over your bottom
lightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You wish he’d keep doing it,
and he does, rubbing out some of the heat, as he moves his palm in slow
circles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Well, this is fun, but we have
your punishment to take care of,”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> he finally says.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He places one hand on the middle of your back, then, after
reminding you that your spanking could have been finished by now, he brings the
back of the brush down on your bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And all that hot pain comes rushing back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You bury your face in the sofa cushion,
letting it soak up your tears, as he gives your five hard spanks with the
brush, leaving you breathless, your bottom throbbing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He tosses the brush to the floor, and uses both hands to
roughly knead your flaming skin, describing to you exactly how red you are, and how only someone really naughty would have had with a hand and a hairbrush. Only someone with no self-control would have ended up with such a red, red, hot bottom.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then his hands urge you over onto your back, and you are
staring up into his face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wipes away
your tears with his fingertips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You realize
that you can feel his cock hard underneath you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And you realize that you’re wet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You’re never felt this close to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>You let yourself slide onto the floor, kneeling between his
thighs now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You unzip him, free him, but
before you can take him into your mouth, he tells you that this won’t change
things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If he thinks you need a spanking—for
wasting time on the computer or any other reason—he’ll give you one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p>You tell him you understand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE END<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unless you started the evening with some lies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you did, poor you, go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-f.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT </strong><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank"><strong>CONTEST</strong></a><strong>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</strong></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247361961385665532.post-67912780098756100822012-10-16T10:00:00.003-07:002012-10-16T21:17:22.637-07:00CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING PATH B<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Remember those Choose-Your-Own-Adventure stories? I thought it would be fun to write one for grown-ups (who like spanking stories). Hope you enjoy!</em></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TO START THE CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-SPANKING STORY GO <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-story.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;">If it looked like you were about to get spanked, continue.</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He moves even closer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You start to back away, more promises and apologies falling from your
lips.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He ignores them and captures your
wrist in his hand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dropping his
briefcase, he marches you over to the sofa, sits down, and pulls you over his
knee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He plants one of his big, strong
hands on your bottom and begins to lecture you, reminding you that you yourself
admitted that spending so much time on line was keeping your from meeting your
goals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then asks you to tell him what
he said would happen if you didn’t curtail your computer use.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You bite your lip.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You don’t want to say it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But you do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>You admit that he said he was going to spank you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then makes you admit that your behavior,
yours alone, led to the punishment he’s about to administer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">He calmly pulls down your pajama bottoms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You weren’t expecting that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not like he hasn’t seen your bottom many
times, but that was different.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you, scramble off his lap, call him a bastard, and tell
him that you’re an adult and what you do with your time is your own business,
go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-g.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;">
</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping the spanking won’t
hurt as much as you think it might, go <a href="http://spankarama.blogspot.com/2012/10/choose-your-own-spanking-path-e.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE COOL (HOT!) HALLOWEEN SPANK OR TREAT </strong><a href="http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/spank-or-treat-2012-halloween-contest/" target="_blank"><strong>CONTEST</strong></a><strong>!! THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT TREATS FOR YOUR PILLOWCASE!! I'LL BE GIVING AWAY A TRIO OF HALLOWEEN-THEMED BATH PRODUCTS FROM LUSH! I KNOW THAT'S A LOT OF !!!!!!S, BUT THE CONTEST IS THAT EXCITING!!!</strong></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: black;">
<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br /></div>
Emma K. Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03620486761871509386noreply@blogger.com0