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Rogette the Great PT 9

They could have argued on and on forever, but the tension was broken with yet more tension as a mail clad fist pounded on the far side of the closed door.

“Open up in the name of the queen!”

“Oh my gods,” Atrocious whispered in a squeak. “They’re here.”

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

“OPEN UP!”

“Get up,” Kira said in a low voice, patting Atrocious’ bare bottom with a calm and comforting touch. Atrocious obeyed immediately, sliding off Kira’s lap and pulling her britches up quickly. It was bad enough being cornered by soldiers, she wasn’t going to be caught with her pants down too.

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Yesterday’s Lesbia update prompted a plethora of calls for Rogette’s hide. That might have been a mistake.

Rogette the Great PT 8

“I hate you all,” Atrocious sobbed, entirely ignored over Kira’s lap.

Rogette gave a little shiver and looked around. Her mother had been a medicine woman and a certain sensitivity had been passed onto Rogette. Sometimes she felt things, premonitions, whispers in the ether. In the moments after Atrocious’ spanking she could feel forces unknown baying for her bottom. With furrowed brow she bit her thumb towards the shadowy little devils who wanted trouble for her.

Ayla caught her eye, raising a questioning brow. “And who was that directed at?”

“I don’t know,” Rogette replied. “I sense trouble.”

“That’s just Atrocious,” Kira said, slapping Atrocious’ bottom lightly.

“Let me go!” Atrocious demanded, finding courage from some dark recess of her brain where her wits had been stunted.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Kira replied. “I think I’ll spank you again.”

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A little bird tells me that it has been too long since I returned to Lesbia and updated the adventures of the ladies in the woods. I must caution you, this post does contain spanking, so if you don’t like spanking, you’ve really wandered a long way off the beaten track here. Ha. Beaten track.

Rogette the Great Pt 7

The shrieking and fighting continued unabated for quite some time. Neither Atrocious nor Rogette were willing to either give quarter or do enough damage to actually hurt the other person so they ended up rolling around near the embers of the fire, forcing Ayla, then Kira to lift their feet as they went past in an awkward tumbling mass of arms and legs and increasingly bare body parts.

The entire place had borne the brunt of their outburst, chairs and tables were scattered hither and thither, some intact, some in pieces. The battle could have gone on forever and a day had their fracas not sent Atrocious hurtling towards the stone surround of the fireplace with dangerous speed. She would perhaps have brained herself if she had not been caught in Kira’s strong hands and hauled summarily over the knee of the very same.

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Just in case you thought tops were all suave and slick like a certain Rigel…

If you’re just getting here now here are parts one and two.

Another excerpt from The Newbie (working title):

Victoria didn’t come back the day after her assessment. She didn’t come back the next day either, or the day after that. Tank knew as well as any other gym manager that 90% of people who joined gyms never showed up more than twice, but she found herself hoping that Victoria would.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, the woman’s absence made her morose. More than once she checked Victoria’s enrollment sheet, gleaning what information she could from it. Her address was there, along with other information. Her birthday was the 24th of February and she was five years younger than Tank. She worked, according to the sheet, as an accountant at a local firm.

“Haven’t you processed that?” Rigel spoke over Tank’s shoulder, making her jump and scowl.
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You know what we need? We need more Tank. That’s what we need. This is a little bit from something I’ve been working on in the Rigel series, but this isn’t going to be focused on Rigel but rather on Tank.

The Newbie

Early morning at the gym and Rigel was sitting on the reception desk clad in a tank top and shiny sports pants. She also wore a cocky grin because she was teasing Tank about her love life. “Why aren’t you dating someone then?” She tossed her dark shaggy hair out of her eyes and waited for a response.

Tank shrugged her broad shoulders and shuffled papers from one side of the till to the other. “Women are trouble.”

“Not all women are trouble,” Rigel argued. “You just need to find a nice one.”

“I have enough on my plate trying to wrangle this place, let alone the people that work in it,” Tank said, giving her a significant look.

Rigel grinned broadly and was about to make a reply when the appearance of a new customer cut their conversation short.

It was a woman, somewhere between mid twenties and mid thirties – it was hard to pick her age. She was mousy, hunched over and wearing a tweedy jacket three sizes too big that made her look a lot chubbier than she probably was. Round glasses, frizzy hair and slightly asthmatic wheeze completed the picture.

She looked at the floor mostly as she shuffled up to the counter, but once she arrived she glanced up quickly at Rigel and Tank. The effort of having made eye contact with them made her blush and she fixed her eyes on the counter for the rest of the conversation.
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Iskendar is a harsh land, especially for rebellious young women who refuse to quietly accept their place in the world. When rough urchin Kai and cosseted Priestess-to-be Lucy meet in the midst of their own personal rebellions, worlds collide.

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

REBEL PRINCESS is a 20,000 word erotic novella, the first in the Iskendari Rebels series. It contains both M/F and F/F sexual content.

Snippety snip:

“Kai.” Rael said warningly.

Kai struggled out of bed grumpily. “Where’s the fucking fire?” she growled as she did. Rael’s gaze was sharp to say the least.

“Please refrain from using that language,” she said, her tone deceptively soft.

“I’ll speak how the fuck I want to,” Kai replied petulantly, turning her back on Rael dismissively. In the next moment a pain seared through her backside, and even as she squealed she wondered where Rael had taken the hot poker from, so intensely did her backside burn. That train of thought was quickly cut short as she was lifted by the scruff of her neck and swung around to face the woman. Lifted up so her feet were off the floor, she dangled before those intense gray eyes, which now seemed to burn into hers.

“You will not disrespect me in that fashion, and you will not disrespect yourself by behaving in such a manner, do you understand me?” Rael spoke softly, but each word fell on Kai’s ears in no uncertain manner. She felt a shiver run along her spine as she was allowed a glimpse into the soul of the woman holding her and saw, for a fleeting second, just what she was capable of.

“Yes ma’am,” she whimpered.

Rebel Princess is the first book in what I am now calling the Iskendari Rebels series. Because why not. Some details are changed from the original. Without spoiling too much, I didn’t think it realistic that Kai would roll over for Lucian the moment they met, so that encounter and a couple others are slightly different.

Read the first chapter!

Buy it on Smashwords, $2.99!

Buy it on Amazon!

I gotta say, right now I’m sort of thrashing around in spanky stories like an overgrown adult in a ball pit. But here’s my plan. To celebrate the release of Training Rigel, I’m going to release a rewritten version of Operation Sadiemeister, retitled ‘Loving Rigel’ to, you know go with the whole -ing Rigel thing this series has going.

If you haven’t read this story before, you’re in for a treat.

EDIT: It’s out! It has a whole new ending and several thousand new words, but is pretty much the same story as Operation Sadiemeister, if you don’t count the whole ‘different ending’ thing and a little bit of additional sexytimes. But only a little bit.

Blurb:

The third book in the Rigel series, in Loving Rigel Sadie and Rigel have settled into their one-sided polyamorous relationship, but the course of true love never did run smooth, even more so when the course of true love was pitted with well earned spankings and attempts to date other people. As Rigel and Sadie struggle to find a balance, there’s more trouble on the horizon. Kate, good, quiet, studious Kate has discovered her brat side – and she’s about to express it with a vengeance.

LOVING RIGEL is a 22,000 word story containing lesbian sex, disciplinary spanking and open relationships.

Get it on Smashwords if you want! (Will be out on Amazon in 12 hours or so too.)

Loving Rigel Excerpt:

“This is not going to end well,” Kate groaned to herself.

“What’s not going to end well?” The door creaked shut behind Rigel, making Kate and Sadie both jump.

“Er, nothing!” Sadie chirped, turning the sink tap on full blast, sending a jet of water into the sink that splashed off the largely clean dishes and hit her square in her chest. “Ah fuck!” she swore, reaching for a dish towel.

“You’re home early,” Kate said sweetly to Rigel, once more covering up for Sadie’s nerves like a pro. Sadie dabbed at her shirt in the kitchen, frowning at Kate and wondering if she possibly was a spy. She could have been one. A moment ago she had been abuzz with nerves, now she was making polite chit chat in her normal way.

“Stacy didn’t feel very well,” Rigel said, shrugging off her coat.

“Aw, that’s no good,” Kate commiserated.

“No. It’s not. This place is clean. You two must have been hard at work before you went bush,” Rigel said dryly, looking around the house as Sadie inwardly cursed herself for not having tramped more dirt through the hall.

“Yes, well, we wanted to make it nice and clean!” Kate’s voice was beginning to sound slightly strained.

“Steam cleaned, huh?” Rigel said, inspecting the carpet as she took her shoes off. “I didn’t know we had a steam cleaner.”

“We don’t. Sadie hired one. She wanted the house to be extra nice for you,” Kate explained, turning and giving Sadie desperate eye roll expressions to try and get her to explain herself.

“Oh Sadie did it, did she?” Rigel drawled, casually wandering over to the kitchen, where Sadie was now squeezing enough dish-washing liquid for the entire African continent into the sink. “Sadie is awfully quiet today,” she observed, hooking her finger in the back of Sadie’s pants and pulling her away from the sink.

Sadie squeaked as she was drawn back and turned around to meet Rigel’s gaze. Up close like that she could only look up at her, a fact Rigel capitalized on as she wound an arm around Sadie’s waist and secured her chin with two fingers. “And why have you been such a busy little bee,” she asked softly, gazing down at her captive with a quirked brow. (more…)

Fans of the ladies in the woods can follow the purple link road to Lesbia…

It’s out! Out there! Training Rigel, the prequel to Obeying Rigel, is now available on Smashwords. It will be out on Amazon tomorrow, but if you want a copy for your kindle, you can get one on Smashwords if you don’t want to wait the 12 hours or so. Some of you might notice that I’ve swapped from Lulu to Smashwords and wonder why. It’s mostly because Smashwords offers my books in every common e-reader and online format – providing you, the reader, with a better experience. In addition to that, Smashwords aren’t a pack of complete w*nkers who take books and sell them to major retailers without the author’s permission. It’s the little things that count.

Okay, back to this Training Rigel thing, here’s the blurb for your referencing!

This short erotic lesbian discipline story is set a decade before Obeying Rigel. We find Rigel as nothing more than a badly behaved and completely out of control young brat on the edge of losing herself in drugs and alcohol and mindless sex.

Tank is a very stern older friend who has no intention of watching Rigel destroy herself. She steps in with the intention of providing some much needed discipline but soon finds herself lost in the same dangerous attraction that draws so many women to Rigel.

TRAINING RIGEL is a 14,000 word story containing lesbian sex and light spanking discipline.

Get it on Smashwords for $2.99!

Get it on Amazon.com for $2.99!

If you haven’t yet read the teaser, heh, teaser, you can read the first bit of the story here…

Jut in case you worried I wasn’t doing any work these days…

Deciding that she was thirsty, Rigel left her room and padded barefoot down the hall. She slipped into the kitchen, which adjoined the lounge whilst still having its own entrance. It was a silly, twisty layout, but it had the advantage of providing a half wall between her and Tank.

“What are you doing up?” Tank snapped. She was laying on the couch, watching Magnum P.I and his mustache solve crimes.

“Thirsty,” Rigel explained, running the tap.

Tank sat up on the couch and looked over her shoulder. “Don’t stall.”

“I’m not stalling,” Rigel said innocently, carrying her glass of water out into the lounge. She smirked inwardly when Tank’s eyes slipped down from the water to her bare legs. Rigel knew she was cute, she knew she had a good body, even if it wasn’t as super gym toned as Tank’s.

“What happened to your pants?” Now Tank sounded like she needed a drink of water. (more…)

Fans of F/F will be pleased to learn that Pippin of the gorgeous Sapphic Kink site has set up a fun and friendly forum for ladies of the F/F persuasion! If you fit that description, do drop by. :)

Visit it at Sapphic Kink!

Subversive naughtiness from the latest Rigel based WIP:

Tank stifled a groan as Rigel bent over, resting her knee on a weight bench as she cleaned the machine next to it. The fabric of her pants pulled tight over her rear, showing two firm globes off to best advantage. There was so much Tank wanted to do to that backside.

She was still gazing at Rigel’s behind when it straightened and took a few steps to the left, then stopped. It remained stationary for a time. When Tank tore her eyes away from it she noticed that Rigel was deep in conversation with a pretty young red headed woman. She couldn’t see Rigel’s face, but she could see the other woman’s and there was a look of dreamy lust in her eyes that could be picked even at a distance.

A pang of jealousy assailed Tank, though she refused to acknowledge it as such. Instead she got up, went to the door of her office and poked her head out. “Rigel, get back to work.” Her voice sounded harsher than she would have liked, but once the words were out of her mouth she couldn’t exactly take them back.

Rigel said something to the girl, who laughed as if she’d just had the funniest one liner in the history of the planet delivered directly to her ears. Tank was certain it had been something about her. That fueled the fire of absolutely-not-jealousy all the more. She left her office and crossed the gym floor, stopping behind Rigel and standing there solemnly until the redhead’s eyes went wide. Rigel finally turned around, a silly sexy smirk plastered across her lips. “Yes boss?”

“I don’t pay you to flirt,” Tank said stonily. “Get back to work.”

Rigel’s brows lifted in surprise and she cast a quick indicatory glance in a backwards motion. The red head was looking pretty uncomfortable by that stage, something Tank was pleased to see. “Otnay in front of the ustomers-cay,” Rigel hissed in what was almost a whisper.

It took a moment or two for Tank to decode the message and another one to realize that she really was the one in the wrong. “Come and see me in my office please,” she said stiffly, taking refuge in giving orders.

Some of you will already have read Obeying Rigel. You’ll therefore be more than familiar with the dynamic, vigorous and oh so Toppy Rigel. In Obeying Rigel she’s a slick ladies woman, but there is a past hinted at, a chaotic past full of recrimination and other things starting with r. This is a little excerpt from what could be a prequel which I’m dubbing ‘Lessons for Rigel’.

Lessons for Rigel

Fresh from a post-workout shower, Chris ‘Tank’ Watkins stretched and pushed her way out of the gym. It was late, almost midnight and it had been a long day. She was about to turn around and lock the door when the sounds of loud banging and cursing distracted her from her task.

Out in the carpark, a small, very familiar, figure was beating the shit out of her car. She was fashion forward in the year of our lord 1985 which meant being dressed in tight stonewash jeans and a matching jacket. She threw punch after kick after punch at the body of the Corolla. Her dark shaggy hair, long at the back but shaved short at the front, swung across her pale face obscuring the scowl from time to time.

“Rigel!” Chris dropped her gym bag and jogged over to the scene of the auto beating in progress. “Rigel, settle down.”

“No.” The smaller woman balled her fist and slammed it into the side of her car. Her knuckles bloomed with red pain, little cuts breaking open in the skin from repeated punishment. (more…)

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?

(Hint: They won’t ever learn.)

Read yourself the first chapter!

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!