On Septmeber 15th, my new anthology, Spank! will be released by Logical Lust Publications and today kicks off a twenty-one-day-long blog tour. (A little later in the post, I’ll publish the schedule, with addresses.)
I’ve told people to write about whatever they want, so I’ve no idea what they’ll talk about. It should be interesting to follow along. I’m pretty sure there’ll be a few excerpts posted. Maybe some pictures, too.
What kind of pictures??? I’m sure I don’t know…
But what are you going to get from me? Well, I’m winging it so, here goes nothin’:
Most people know me as a domme or a top. That means I spank—I don’t get spanked—usually. Last month I attended a really cool BDSM convention called Floating World. I went to several workshops and learned some nifty, new things. I spent a few hours enthralled by one of my absolute idols. I chatted with the likes of Cecilia Tan and Laura Antoniou. I bought a new corset—one that is just a little steampunk—for later. I played in the humongous dungeon (man, they had some furniture I’ve been lusting after for years…) and then…
And then… I allowed myself to be flogged (because it’s a great form of massage and I really needed a massage) and then—wait for it—caned. It’s not something I usually allow, but sometimes it’s exactly what’s needed.
I’m not into pain; I’m not into being spanked, but I am into sensation. And let me tell you, that light caning felt wonderful. It was exactly what I needed to relax away all my tension and stress. It wasn’t the kind of caning that leaves bruises, not like the one I’d given earlier in the night; it was the kind of caning that got me ready for a really good night’s sleep. What can I say?
My story, in Spank!, actually fits in with this post. I swear, I didn’t know where I was going when I sat down to write—seriously—so it’s serendipitious. Here’s a brief excerpt:
Richard’s Reward
Richard made her wet; there was no getting around that. The act of spanking him, first with her hand and then with leather, could become a religious experience. The scent of his arousal, the sight of his marks, and the feel when she ran her fingers lightly over them, could almost cause her to climax, at times.
She brought the strap down again, just above the first stroke, and he bounced against the bed and grunted. Quickly she gave him a third just below the original stroke. This time he cried out.
Suzanne gazed at the three perfect red stripes on his rosy bottom and ran her fingertips over them lightly. She heard him wince.
“Please, please, please,” he moaned.
“Open your legs for me,” she said. She reached between them and fondled and massaged his balls until he groaned and sighed. “Just three more now. Are you ready?”
“Please, please, please,” he whispered.
“Please what, Richard? I’m waiting. You need to tell me to finish your spanking.”
“Please…”
“Yes?”
“Please, Suzanne, please finish my spanking,” he groaned.
“All right then, if that’s what you want… Close your legs for me now; we wouldn’t want any accidents.”
Suzanne quickly finished up with a vertical stroke on each side and a final stroke across his sweet spot. The last stoke wrenched a scream from him and he was actively crying when she put the strap down and gathered him into her arms. He came willingly and buried his face against her neck.
Suzanne sat next to him on the side of the bed, gently rocking and holding him close. Although shaking with sobs, she could tell he was much calmer than when he had arrived. A good spanking tended to relax him and relieve his stress. This particular spanking would, hopefully, keep him stress-free for most of the coming week.
She handed him a box of tissues and waited until he regained his composure.
This is just a small excerpt taken from somewhere in the middle of the story. Read it all in Spank! Available in ebook and print on September 15th. You can find it at most sales venues, including Amazon, or perhaps you’d like to buy it from Logical Lust, an independent publisher.
And see, spanking’s a stress reliever… Relieve some stress today!
OK, OK, so don't hold it against me. But, if you happen to read this before 7:00 tonight (12/16/10) and you happen to be in New York City, and you don't have any pressing plans, you should stop by KGB Bar. It's the Best Lesbian Erotica annual reading and I'll be reading my story, "Walk Like a Man."
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