Welcome to the 2014 Spank or Treat Blog Hop, chock-a-block full of fun, free stories and prizes! “Free prizes,” you say, perking up in your chair. “Why, what must I do to win one?” Why, dear reader, nothing more strenuous than leaving a comment.
First, the rules as can be found on Anastasia Vitsky’s Blog. They are as follows:
Would you like free stories, fun, and a chance at over $1,000 in prizes? This fall, you can participate in a short story extravaganza! Award-winning authors will showcase stories for your enjoyment. Chat with your favorite authors, meet new-to-you authors, find great new books, and meet new friends!
Kindle Fire or Nook HD (winner’s choice)
(donated by Blushing Books)
- $25 gift certificate to Less Than Three Press (TWO winners!)
(donated by the same)
- $25 gift certificate to Amazon
(donated by Jolynn Raymond)
- $20 gift certificate to Amazon
(donated by HA Fortman)
- $20 gift certificate to Phaze Books)
(donated by the same)
- $30 candy basket
(donated by Witty Bard Publishing)
- EveL Minion starter pack
(donated by Eve Langlais)
- Original artwork
(donated by Cat Hopkins)
- Tea gift basket and ebooks
(donated by Leigh Ellwood)
- Witch print (two winners)
(donated by Winona Cookie and Harvest Moon Emporium)
- Witch art paper doll
(donated by Rhonda’s Originals)
- Ebook cover plus profile image from Kande’s Pixels
Book Bundles from:
WITTY BARD FLASH FICTION PRIZES:
- Online spanking roleplay with Evil Mistress Kate (aka Kate Richards)
- $15 gift certificate to ThinkGeek
- $10 gift certificate to Amazon(All prizes for this contest donated by Witty Bard Publishing)
Many authors also will offer a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!
What’s the catch? Absolutely nothing! We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership. Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right? ;)
How do you play?
- Visit each blog between Friday, October 24th and Sunday, October 26th to read the stories.
- Leave a comment on each blog. You must demonstrate that you have read the entire story. Copy-and-paste or inappropriate comments will be disqualified. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. Note: You must have a minimum of five entries in order to win a grand prize.
- If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
- Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on Sunday, October 26th!
- If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Sci Spanks 2014, Love Spanks 2014, Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spank or Treat 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
- If you are a writer of fiction (any kind), add “W” to your comments to be entered in the special author prize drawings.
- If you are a Spank or Treat 2014 Ambassador, please add “Amb” to your comments to receive your extra prize drawing.
- Visit Governing Ana or any of the participating blogs on Friday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you? We will also announce prizes on the Spank or Treat Facebook page.
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All right, now that you know the rules, let’s get the nitty gritty on my submission this year.
Mistress Mine was actually a deleted scene from the upcoming release I share with co-author Anastasia Vitsky. The book will hopefully hit the Kindle and Nooks in November and will be called Ana Adored. It’s a Masters of the Castle F/f spanking romance that has been over a year in the planning and making. Although Ana and I have two very different writing styles, we shared a common goal with this story: We wanted to make it the best it could possibly be. I am so proud of what we have created. I honestly don’t think we either one of us could have done this story this way on our own.
In order to be entered to win a grand prize, as per the rules above, you must leave a comment not only here but on all the participating author blogs. To do this, I’m going to ask a question that must be incorporated in your comment below. My question has only the vaguest thing to do with the story. With Ana Adored as well as Mistress Mine, I went outside my comfort zone to write a story that, in real life much less fiction, has for years been regarded as taboo, and still is in many parts of the world. If I had my way, the close-minded stance that homosexuality is a sin and should never be tolerated would be abolished. Feel free to agree or disagree, but my view when it comes to love has always been that if you are lucky enough to find someone who loves you with all their heart, body and soul, then it’s a beautiful thing and nobody else’s business. So, my question is simply this: If you had the power to completely rid the world of one thing, what would it be?
Here is my story, and it’s only a snippet. The full short story will be included in the Anthology, but I was only allowed to post 2k words of it here.
A few hours ago, Ana had crawled into her slave girl’s outfit headfirst, but that’s not how it came off. Hooking the thin, sleeveless straps with her thumbs, Miranda nudged them from Ana’s shoulders and the scanty white tunic simply slid off her. It fell into a puddle of cotton folds around her waist before another nudge pushed the whole thing off her slender hips. It dropped straight to the floor, leaving Ana to stand without the slightest cloth barrier in Miranda’s arms. Her reflection looked like a dream…a soft, small submissive with aching nipples and swollen breasts and the softest blush of arousal spreading up from her chest to touch her face.
Miranda kissed her then, her silken lips brushing caress after teasing caress from the peak of one narrow shoulder, across the nape of Ana’s neck, to her other side. “Something simple, I think,” she decided, trailing the backs of two fingers under each of Ana’s arms to coax her to lift them above her head. “Simple but beautiful, and in your favorite color of purple.”
That she would remember so small a thing as her favorite color made her heart flutter. That flutter quickened, however, when Miranda clipped her wrist cuffs to the bar of the winch. She didn’t hoist her the way the priest had been, but Ana was bound nonetheless, the illusion of restraint making her melt inside. Already she could feel herself beginning to drift, her awareness sliding into submissive headspace.
Crossing to the table, laden with all those coils of multicolored rope, Miranda chose a violet bundle and unbound it with all the efficiency of someone who’d had a lot of practice. She found the center with equal quickness and when she returned to wrap that first loop around Ana, it surprised her when it felt nothing like the rope she’d seen in Wal-Mart and the hardware store. This was not clothesline or tow rope. It felt softer, though not as soft as cloth.
“How does that feel?” Miranda asked, wrapping her chest—both above and below her naked breasts—constricting the coil in a way that was at once both confining and oddly comforting.
“Different,” Ana replied, not at all sure how to describe it.
“In a good way?”
“Good girl.” Miranda paused to kiss her shoulder again. “It’s not going to hurt, but I’m going to bind you tighter.”
She wasn’t asking permission, but Ana nodded again and gave it anyway. Like an extended hug, loop after winding loop, knot after cinching knot, curled around her torso. Miranda wrapped tight and pulled tighter, turn after turn building a corset out of bruise-colored rope that left her breasts bare and traveled her from ribs to hips, giving Ana’s already slender frame an exaggerated hourglass curve.
Ana took turns, staring down at herself as Miranda worked and stealing glances at the girl in the mirror across from her.
“Do you know how beautiful you look?” Miranda asked, as she tied off the final rope and propped her chin on Ana’s shoulder to admire the corset she had created. Together, they studied Ana’s reflection. The tingling inside her built under the approving caress of Miranda’s gaze.
She liked this. Both the tightness of the rope and the warmth of Miranda’s wandering hands as she once more cupped her hips, tracing along the edge of rope and flesh down from her hips, across the slight dip of her abdomen, and then, boldly, further down until her hand was between Ana’s thighs. A shiver of wanting ran through her when Miranda cupped her pussy. As if she owned it. She did too. In this moment, there was no part of her that Miranda did not own.
Her heart hammered and her breath caught as Miranda palmed her, rubbing in firm circles that filled the heated air around them with both the sound and the scent of her growing arousal. Her cuffed wrists made the winch rock when her knees tried to buckle.
“Good girl,” Miranda whispered. “Your pussy’s all wet. It makes me wish I’d brought my cane, instead of the crop. I want to mark you. Not because you’ve done anything to deserve it, but because I want the whole world to see how much I adore you.”
Locked in the hug of that corset, with her clit throbbing just beneath Miranda’s possessive fingertips, there was nothing Ana wanted more. She wasn’t a fan of the crop either, at least not while it was being used. The sting was always so sharp, so breath-taking and intense. But when it was over, and her bottom burned under a lattice of lines that throbbed until she wasn’t sure if it hurt more than it felt good or felt good more than it hurt, Ana often found herself touching and twisting in an attempt to admire the marks left behind.
Fingers slipping into wetness, seeking with expert familiarity the heated entrance of Ana’s sex, Miranda whispered, “Would you like that, my lovely?”
“Yes,” Ana gasped, coming up onto her tiptoes with that first invading thrust. Her whole body turned molten, melting as those twin digits began to thrust.
“Yes, what?” Miranda purred, laying a path of gentle nips and heated kisses all the way to her ear.
Her thighs trembled. “Yes, Mistress.”
When Miranda let her go, Ana felt that loss in more than just the absence of body heat at her back. Every step that Miranda took away from her as she approached the table became a cavernous distance of separation. While Ana watched, Miranda picked through the implements gathered amongst the unused ropes. She located the crop she’d brought, only to set it aside in favor of a pink-plastic package. Ripping it open, when she returned to Ana it was with a plush black blindfold in her hands. Her teasing smile was the last thing Ana saw before Miranda slipped it over her head and adjusted the fit until no matter how she moved, the only thing Ana could see was the barest hint of light creeping in around her nose.
“Oh, I like this,” Miranda said, moving around to her front while her hands flowed down Ana’s cheek to her neck, and then her breasts. Warm breath upon her skin was Ana’s only warning before moist, hot lips closed upon the tip of Ana’s right nipple. She arched into the teasing lash of the tongue that circled the budding peak. Ana pressed her lips tight together, but not fast enough to stop a moan from escaping. “You’re mine now, my lovely. My little captive. I like this a lot.”
Goosebumps peppered her skin when Miranda let her go. She quivered, hearing as Miranda walked away again, and all the fine hairs on Ana’s body rose along with her awareness of their widening proximity. The wetness on her nipple chilled in the open air, tightening the eager flesh until all she could feel was her own racing pulse aching in the tips of both breasts. Plastic crackled as another wrapper was torn open.
“What is that?” Ana begged, not sure she truly wanted to know but trying blindly to see out from under the blindfold. Miranda did not answer, and Ana jumped all over again when the warmth of her fingers returned again to cup between her legs.
“Hold still,” she admonished, and Ana did try, but she was trembling all over now, the anticipation more than she could bear. Her breath fled when she both felt and heard Miranda kneel before her. She was the submissive in this relationship. Shouldn’t she be doing the kneeling?
“Oh!” Her whole body flinched into the unexpected touch of Miranda’s tongue flicking her navel, just beneath the lip of the ropes that bound her. Moist kisses followed, laying an electrifying trail down her abdomen before lingering on the soft swell of her mons, where the folds of her sex begged to be opened and her clit ached.
“Steady,” Miranda murmured, bestowing nothing more than a single teasing kiss where Ana was desperate to feel so much more. She stroked her hands down the trembling length of her legs, tickling at her left ankle and then the top of her foot. “Step.”
Without the winch to support her, she never would have held her balance long enough to obey. Miranda slipped something—vaguely weighted, panties perhaps—over her foot and up her leg. She put her left foot back on the floor only to have Miranda tickle the tops of the right.
“Step,” Miranda said again. When Ana obeyed, she felt the other half of the elastic band slide up past her ankle. Twin straps scraped lightly up her legs, but what she at first mistook for underwear, she quickly realized was something else. Something cool and much more solid than cloth bumped up against her sex.
She tensed, her breath catching all over again when Miranda parted her willing folds with her fingers, teasing Ana unbearably, each slight brush against her clit making her hips twitch in anticipation of more—unspoken demands that Miranda ignored as she nestled the contoured bulk of something more than just panties against her. “W-what is that?”
“Mama’s little helper,” Miranda replied, tightening the straps around the tops of each of her thighs and adjusting the lay of the piece between her legs until it was pressed snugly in place. It felt almost like flesh, with bumps that slipped so easily over and around her clit. Another strap twined around her waist, buckling into place before Miranda secured the fit until all Ana could feel were those fleshy bumps growing slick and warm in the fluids of her growing arousal.
“What—” Ana gasped sharply when, her only warning the softest of clicks, the device abruptly came to vibrating life. It was like the Hitachi wand all over again. It arched Ana dancing up onto her toes and then sucked the strength right out of her legs. If it weren’t for the winch, she would have fallen straight to her knees.
The vibration was insidious, a steady pulse that hummed through her clit and moved out through the rest of her like ripples on water. Her cry mingled with Miranda’s throaty chuckle, but it wasn’t until she felt the cool caress of the crop lining up across the hills of her naked buttocks that she realized Miranda was no longer kneeling at her feet.
“Three strokes,” Miranda told her, letting her feel the whippy length. Her other hand combed up the back of Ana’s neck into her hair. She cried out again when Miranda gripped, pulling her head back far enough to nip the sensitive lobe of her ear and send those ripples to gyrating madly all through her belly and breasts. “Only three, my lovely, but they’re going to be hard enough to leave marks. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and take only three?”
“Yes! Yes!” Ana strained against her bonds, though breaking free was the last thing she wanted. Her hips twitched, desperate to ride upon the device humming so wickedly against her.
“Yes, what?” Miranda coaxed.
Miranda’s laugh was undermined by a sharp click, and suddenly the pulse of the vibrator changed, becoming a deeper, longer thrum. “I’ll accept so cheeky an answer, but only because I love to hear you beg.”
Three wasn’t bad. With a proper warmup, anyone, even Ana—who loved the sexiness of spankings, but had little tolerance for the sharper sting of the crueler implements—could do three strokes. Except warmups diminished the subsequent welts they both craved, and Miranda was nothing if not true to her word. Sexy took a sharp backseat to the pain of the first snap as the crop lay its smarting kiss across the summit of her buttocks. Ana lurched onto tiptoes, sucking air and only just managing to bite back the involuntary cry that choked her throat. Pain bit into her as if with physical teeth, sinking into her flesh and growing sharper by the second. It was almost unbearable…almost.
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Sorry, that’s all they would let me put into the blog hop. The story in it’s entirety, however, will be available in the Spank or Treat Anthology that will be published at the end of this blog hop. So, now that you’ve read it, be sure to leave a comment with an answer to my question (posed in the paragraphs preceding the story) to be entered to win some of the fabulous prizes listed at the very start of this post. Also, I have my own little contest. At the end of the blog hop, I am going to pick 2 winners at random (seriously, I’m putting everyone’s name in a squid hat–yes, a squid hat, it has tentacles and everything–and I’m going to draw two of them). Each winner will receive a $10 Kindle or Nook gift card, winner’s choice, to be spent however you wish. :)
Also, don’t forget to visit the other authors starring in this year’s Spank or Treat blog hop!