Filed under F/F spanking by Loki on February 23, 2012 at 6:18 am
The Brats of St Bestoras, that is. This is a tidied up edition of one of the earlier Sappho’s Brats books. It has a shiny new cover, but if you already bought it I wouldn’t bother buying it again as it’s pretty much all the same stuff.
What sort of book is this? Well, it’s non-sexual F/F. It contains the sorts of spankings you get from a stern teacher or a bossy older sister. It is full of very naughty girls doing very naughty things and one of them has access to a dragon – so you can imagine how that might go.
“St Bestoras is a college for the elite. Here we do not mollycoddle, we do not cosset and we do not give extensions for any reason. I do not care if your entire family was consumed by dragons. In fact, consider your families consumed by dragons at the outset and your lives will be much easier. Please note that no refunds will be given for unexpected deaths or cosmic translocations occurring after a thirty day grace period.”
Ace Frost is beginning her first year at the St Bestoras College for the Dark Arts. She’s already made a new friend, the fiery Isogarde the Terrible and things are looking good for the young woman who always dreamed of becoming a witch.
Having bonded in the first few minutes of their time at St Bestoras, Ace and Isogarde set their classmates on fire, shoot one another with elemental bolts, rip doors off hinges and earn the ire of the Mistress of Discipline who has no qualms about using a sturdy cane to make her point.
Will they ever learn to behave themselves? Or will they go down in history as the Brats of St Bestoras?
This is something I wrote a couple months ago but didn’t post then. Now I am posting it because it gives a lot more context and insight to what might have otherwise appeared to be a token nod to the quake yesterday. I spent 12:51 yesterday alone, the same way I was when the quake hit. Yesterday was a day of reflection. Today however, I’d like to share my experiences over the last year.
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It’s been almost ten months since Christchurch was crushed by the 6.8 quake that took over a hundred lives. I haven’t spoken much about it in recent months, but I thought I’d make a post because, well, it’s not over yet.
Since the original 7.1 quake in September 2010, there have been over 14,000 aftershocks. These days many of those go un-noticed, but between September 2010 and July of this year, several of them were strong enough to make walking impossible. That’s how you know a quake is bad, by the way. A decent shake will make moving difficult. A quake like the one that struck in February leaves no time for anything, no time to run, no time to hide. I know a lot of people who live in quake prone cities assume that they’ll have time to get out of the way if a big one hits – unfortunately that’s not the case. The way I think most people will be able to understand the feeling is if they imagine very rough turbulence in a plane, the sort of turbulence that the air hostess sits down and straps herself in for. It’s much like that, except your house is the plane and there’s no pilot, and there’s no seatbelt signs. (more…)
Filed under M/F spanking by Loki on February 21, 2012 at 6:51 am
Two of my spanking romances which were exclusive to Spanking Romance are now available on Blushing Books.
Master of Thieves
Terminally misbehaved apprentice Rayna is the worst thief in the world. That won’t stop her trying to gain access to the notorious Thieves Guild though, even if she has to rob every vault in the city to do it.
If Rafe, the charismatic Master of Thieves, hadn’t noticed her before he certainly notices her once she executes a plan that throws the entire guild into pandemonium. If the attentions of a stern Master weren’t enough for one miscreant to deal with, there’s also Peta, the most powerful woman in the guild, and an authority that Rayna can’t seem to help crossing.
If she’s to survive the Thieves Guild, Rayna will have to have more than just a tough hide, she’ll need to find a way to make peace with those in power, a task that will push her feeble powers of obedience to the very limit.
A French governess employed to tame Cyril Hardy’s notoriously wild brood of sons, Francine Trouble (pronounced ‘Trublay’) soon proves to be more problematic than the boys themselves.
“But now, now I have plenty of time to tend to my wayward revolutionary,” he said, his voice thick not with censure, but with desire. He wanted her, Frankie knew that much, it was in his every breath.
“You need me to tend to you, don’t you Francine?” he murmured in her ear as he led her over to the chaise that sat against the wall of his office and drew her over his lap. Frankie went peacefully, only squirming as he rose her skirts up over her back.
“You taught my sons about that bloody revolution simply to tease me, did you not? To see what I might do if you teach the sons of an aristocrat that all aristocrats are tyrannical, hmmm? Shall I show you tyranny, my pretty little citoyenne?”
I’m not saying that new Twitter is evil and wants to hurt you, but new Twitter is definitely evil and it wants to hurt you.
I’m as much a fan of unecessary and impetuos change as the next guy or girl. Feel like changing the road layout whimsically at any time of the day or night? Be my guest! (That happens rather a lot here on account of all the buildings that may or may not fall on your head, depending on whether or not engineers have had a look at them and gone white with fear or not. It is rather amusing watching people drift aimlessly between lanes, cutting off other traffic out of a deep sense of confusion over where they’re supposed to be – but I’m getting off topic.) If you want to repackage your product, I will buy the new box as easily and willingly as the old. If you want to change your name, your hair, your sexual orientation or even how much rent you feel like charging (looking at you landlord) I’m good with all of that. I will call you Moonbeam and smile benevolently whilst you marry your cats, if that’s what you want.
But Twitter. Fucking Twitter, seems to be intent on twisting its users to the very limit of their twistyness with new iterations that take what used to be a very logical and ordered interface and shove it into new and exciting places that may or maky not make sense.
Features of the New Twitter:
You can now ‘open’ tweets. Because the mere displaying of 140 characters was no longer enough.
If @replies were involved at any stage of a conversation, opening tweets displays conversation threads. This is excellent if you were unable to follow the thread of a conversation you were taking part in. It is not excellent if you don’t enjoy experiencing conversational deja-vu every time someone adds to the conversation, as the entire conversation is displayed anew. Even those with the most eroded short term memories find this annoying. I know this because I have the short term recall of a gnat.
Direct messages have been shoved under a decapitated head, where they never see the light of day.
@replies may or may not reach you. This has been a problem ever since Twitter decided it was more important to make things opaque and move the menu from the right side of the page to the left than actually get the basic functions right.
Replacing the ‘Timeline’ ‘@ Replies’ and ‘DM’ tabs that used to be at the top of the page, allowing one to easily follow conversations and engage in private discourse in a timely fashion, you now have a #discover tab at the top of your page, which is full of shit you don’t care about and never will.
The ‘compose tweet’ box has been moved from the top of the page and shoved under your follower / following count. Because nothing makes more sense than taking the primary function of a website and making the user hunt for it.
If you’re idle for more than ten minutes, a badger leaps out of your screen and stabs you. This last one might not be true yet, but will probably be standard on a future iteration.
Long story short, I’m pretty sure if Twitter launched today with the interface it has now, it would die an ugly and lonely death. I can only conclude that the business has been taken over by the forces of evil and that we continue to use the service at our peril. That is all.
Devlin’s seminal work, heh, seminal, is collected in the first Maid for all Seasons book. I downloaded it and read it and these are my impressions, recorded as they came to me :)
A Review of A Maid for All Seasons Volumes 1 and 2, Deluxe Revised Edition
Is there such a thing as wholesome erotica? If so, the first Maid For All Seasons collection, (volumes one and two no less) is it. And by it, I of course mean, wholesomely erotic.
Though each page seemed more filled than the next with the feminine exploration of sex and sensuality, and though rods and paddles and implements of all kinds were brought to bear on deserving rumps, Devlin O’Neill’s trademark tenderness shone through all the encounters, turning potentially sordid scenes into charmingly arousing exploits.
There’s quite a variety of stories in this collection from the historical to the contemporary, so if maids and seasons don’t appeal, there are also rebellious tattooed teenagers to contend with and a whole lot of girl on girl action to boot.
Did I mention that this collection is massive? It’s huge. More words than you can swing a cat at. If you like a lot of bang for your buck, the maid will provide it in abundance.
Get it on the Amazon!
Which is just an observation. You shouldn’t be offended by that, because rats are awesome. One of mine has taken to playing a game where he repetitively tries to dart under the desk to climb the computer cables. This, of course, is not allowed.
When he tries to ascend the live electrical wires, I catch him, turn him around and let him go. He invariably makes a hop of glee and scampers away (rats are the best scamperers in the world), then, without warning, Z turns and speeds back towards the forbidden cables again. Sometimes I catch him, sometimes he gets by and I have to dig him out from under a pile of electrical cords. But the game always repeats itself. Because he knows he’s not supposed to go under there, and the simple fact that he’s not allowed is what makes him want it so much. He doesn’t even resist when I get him out from under the table anymore, because that’s the point of the game. He’s thwarting authority for no reason other than the fact that it is fun. By the same token, getting caught is also part of the fun. If I ignore him, he’ll start poking his nose out to see why the human isn’t coming for him. That’s textbook brat behavior right there.
Clearly there’s a biological basis for brattishness. Probably a brat gene. Further studies are needed of course, fortunately there’s quite a plethora of human subjects who fit the brat criteria, so there will be no need for animal testing.
You might have noticed that I’ve been quiet of late. Perhaps a little too quiet. This is why:
This is somewhat different from my usual fare. So different, in fact, that I put it up with a different pen name for all of five minutes before deciding that my readers were probably robust enough to handle the jandal, as we say here in Nuw Ziland. What makes it different from my usual books is that although it does contain spanking, there’s just the one scene and it’s not precisely what you might call effective. My bottoms have always been reluctant to be contrite or submit and Timothy takes that trend to quite an extreme. There’s also a great deal more violence in this book than usual, though I think the title probably suggests that. It’s not gratuitously graphic, (if you watched or read Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, this book will seem more like a soft episode of My Little Pony) but it is there. Aside from that, this has the merit of being my longest M/M work to date at just under 22,000 words, so that’s nice.
After all that preamble, what’s the book about?
Scared Straight? Hardly.
When bored hotel clerk Tim taunts a new guest, the mysterious and devastatingly handsome Jonathan Hashimoto, his life soon spins out of control. Jonathan inhabits a twilight world where the law of the land comes a distant second to the law of blood. Entirely infatuated with a man who kills as easily as he breathes, Tim tries to follow in Jonathan’s footsteps, only to find that there’s one major obstacle in his way – the man himself.
Jonathan has no intention of letting Tim get caught up in the dealings of the criminal underworld, but how can he stop a young man hell bent on proving himself? Jonathan only knows one way to deal with problems, and that’s to come down on them hard, fast and without any mercy at all.
This is a collection of unpublished and barely published works. The main contenders for top billing are as follows:
Impudence Lost (Prequel to The Taming of Miss Munroe.)
Flora and the Dead Men
Eventide
Impudence Lost is the prequel to The Taming of Miss Munroe. If you enjoyed that Victorianesque disciplinary romance and wanted more, you’ll find it here.
Fans of my vampire series Finn the Devourer might find something titillating in the rather long short story Eventide, a cut down and concentrated version of a series I wrote a while back, in which a naughty lesbian vampire gets herself into some serious trouble with Master and Mistress vampires alike.
As for Flora and the Dead Men, well, that’s a little Western short with zombies and a bit of spanking. I don’t think that needs to be sold any harder than that. Hell, I’ve sold myself just reading that and I wrote it. Like Eventide, Flora will also one day be published in novel format, but in the meantime I see no reason why we shouldn’t enjoy the short version.
In addition to these three main attractions are several erotic shorts scattered about the place.
If you’re new to my works, consider this a sampler. If you’re already familiar with my stories, you’ll find some old friends here, and possibly make some new ones too.
Devlin O’Neill, a man of impeccable taste and quite an eye for ‘o’s placed where ‘e’s should be has said very nice things about Miss Munroeover on his blite, for which he earns my eternal thanks! You should pop over there and say hello to him and pick up some of his works. There’s a rather large ‘Maid for All Seasons’ series that I’m currently working through and it has a little something for everybody. But more on that anon, when I have finished it and am able to sit in my armchair and make more qualified statements.
In the meantime, did you know that Miss Munroe has a prequel, a prequel which has been sitting around for well over a year doing very little but clutter up the furniture? Well it has. I’m not entirely sure what to do with it as it is only 7,000 words, which is just a short story. I think I had once intended to write several of those stories but I got distracted by shiny things.
Here’s a little snippet from Impudence Lost:
The youngest child of Lord Montery, Lisse Montery was undoubtedly the wild child of her family. Whilst her older sisters had married well, Lisse refused suitor after suitor. This concerned her father and threatened to break her mother’s heart. It was certainly not for lack of physical appeal that she was unable to find a good match, she was an attractive young lady with a full bosom and slim waist, and the mischief which always seemed to dance in her eyes was alluring to young men and old.
No, the reason for Lisse’s brush with spinsterhood is best described in the form of this tale. Our first meeting with Lisse was at a dinner party held by Lord Montery. Walker and I received the invitation unexpectedly one Thursday afternoon and having nothing else planned for the weekend, we arrived at his country home by carriage on Friday just before dark, as the dusk was beginning to gather. The old stone building was imposing against the moor sky, but lights shone merrily from the windows, cheering us both. It had been a long drive from London and Walker and I were quite famished.
We dismounted and made for the front door, but before we could so much as knock upon the great doors, one was flung open and Lisse Montery barreled out, straight into Walker with so much force that she knocked him off his feet entirely. Together they went to the ground in a tangle of long brown curls, flowing formal dress and coat and tails. (more…)
This is mostly a cover at the moment, but it’s also one of the works I currently have in progress. In case anyone was interested, here’s what else is in the works:
This game is fucking beautiful and is taking up what was once my spare time. If you’re not playing it, you probably should be. It teaches important moral lessons and, uh, things of that nature.
For some actual gameplay: He had me at ‘fuck no‘. (Contains spoilers.)
