Katia's Writings

Flash Fiction Friday 1-13-12

2012-01-13T04:00:00.003-05:00

Trapped within the confines of a 8x8 room, she was a prisoner held against her will. She learned quickly to succumb to him. Fighting him was fruitless and painful. Not only did he enjoy torturing her physically, he tortured her psychologically for his own twisted amusement. He kept her in a barren room with just a few necessities. Everything around her was old, tattered or torn, even the bed was cracked and failing, much how her own body felt. The only picture on the wall was his; a constant reminder he was always watching. Looking in the mirror, as she did daily, she repeated,

" Mirror, mirror on the wall... save me from this f**** hell hole."

******Words to be used: cracked and failing

85-188 words

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Imagination~What a Beautiful Thing.

2011-12-27T13:20:00.001-05:00

I think as far back I as I can remember I loved to write. I grew up in the Santa Cruz mountains, so there was lots of places to explore between the beaches and the redwood lined trails. I use to grab a tablet of paper finding a sunny meadow and hunker down in the tall grass, sit beside a creek or waterfall, or find some secluded place to write. Sometimes it wasn't story, but poetry, or even just journaling through the years.

A few years back, a good friend knew I was writing adult fiction, but was what you'd call a closet writer. I would write a story and share with her, but that was the extent of it. She convinced me I should share my stories. I will admit, I do not have the best punctuation or grammar skills at times, so I was hesitant. Someone else shared with me, if your story is written well enough people aren't going to knock you for it. So, I began sharing my stories and to my surprise got really positive feed back.

Another year down the road my hubby told me to offer them to a bigger market. So, for fun I set up an account with a self-publishing company called Lulu. The first time I sold a story I was ecstatic! Since, that time I have sold almost 300 short stories, and now Itunes and Barnes & Noble is offering three of my books for quick download.

I still don't consider myself an author, but someone who enjoys exploiting her fantasies and imagination on a blank page. I want to thank all those who have purchased my stories, I still get very excited when the e-mail posts that I've sold a copy.

This last year, I didn't write as much as I would have liked to. Luke has been away and my duties have doubled. My writing mojo has been lacking a little, but I hope it comes back in full force. I am working on a few stories at the moment, and hope to take part more in Flash Fiction Friday this coming year. I just redid my home page on Lulu making a few changes and discounting a few stories. Happy New Years Everyone!

Smoked

2011-11-08T14:00:00.001-05:00

Robin was having a horrible day; she felt it couldn’t get much worse. She had been under so much stress lately with her job. Taking her lunch outside she sat on the bench over looking a small pond. Maybe, just taking in the scenery would help her relax. The warmth of the sun felt good, she closed her eyes for a moment to soak it all in. Robin felt someone sit down next to her; opening her eyes it was her co-worker Jake.

“Mind if I sit here?”

Actually, Robin did, but it was a public place. “Yes, that’s fine.”

Robin unzipped her lunch carrier. Robert had packed her a fruit salad and a turkey sandwich. She opened her ice tea. Jake took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. At first, she was appalled that he would just light up without asking, after all, she was trying to eat. She had smoked socially back in her twenties, but had long since quit.

“May I have one?”

“Sure… I didn’t know you smoked.”

Robin couldn’t believe she had even asked such a thing. “I don’t, but today it seems like a good idea.” Jake laughed and handed her a cigarette and lighter. Robin was so nervous she wasn’t paying attention to which end she was lighting. When the filter caught fire she blew it out quickly. Jake could barely contain the laughter.

“Here let me help you.” He handed her another one and leaned over to light it for her. Robin knew her face probably matched the cherry on the end of the cigarette. At first, she was enjoying her spontaneity, but as she continued to smoke she began to get very light-headed. She didn’t remember this ever happening when she was younger. Robin didn’t want to be rude by putting it out, so she did her best finish it. Now though, she was getting queasy on top of the dizziness she was feeling.

Jake was trying to engross her in conversation and she just wanted him to leave. Robin felt a hand on her shoulder and it gripped down hard. Turning around quickly her boyfriend, Robert, standing behind her. The look on his face made her want to melt into the park bench. Jake took that as his queue to leave.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Robin dropped the cigarette and put it out quickly with her shoe. “Nothing.” She stammered out, as if he didn’t see.

“Since when do you smoke young lady?” Robin hated when he referred to her like that, she always knew she was in trouble. Robert was ten years her senior, but age had never really been an issue for them.

“I don’t… I just did it on impulse. I feel rather dizzy and sick.”

“Good! I don’t think it’s going to help you any though.” Robin knew exactly what he meant. Robert lived with old-fashioned values. He had no problem turning an errant female over his knee if she misbehaved. She swallowed hard.

“We will deal with this when you get home this evening.”

“Yes, sir.”

Robert turned and walked away. Robin felt bad making such a horrible choice. She had to eat quickly and return to work. This would be the first time she hoped time would stand still.

When she walked in the front door, Robert was sitting on the couch waiting for her. The belt was lying on the coffee table. She began to tear up, but knew tears wouldn’t stop him from following through. In fact, he encouraged them. He only used his belt when it was going to be a severe session.

“Come over here young lady.”

Robin walked slowly with her head down. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes. She felt so ashamed. She stood before him breathing in deeply before she spoke.

“I am so sorry sir. It was a bad decision on my part… I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you weren’t young lady. We have had multiple conversations about bad choices.”

He reached around her back to unzip her skirt while pulling it down. Hooking his fingers in her panties, he pulled them down having her step out of both. She hated standing half naked, it was different if it was in a sexual nature, but when it was discipline, she felt so vulnerable. She should be grateful he wasn’t making her strip completely. Gripping her arm firmly he guided her over his lap. The swats came hard and fast. Robin clenched her fists while trying not to squirm too much. “Unclench your fists, Robin!” He showed no mercy as he spanked the tender sit spot and upper thighs.

“I am so sorry! I won’t do it again!” Robert heard her, but refused to let her pleas detour him from the task at hand. When her backside and thighs had taken on a solid red hue he allowed her to stand.

“I want you to lean over the couch.”

“Please sir, I have learned my lesson.” She pleaded.

He just pointed at the arm of the couch. She knew better than to argue it would only be worse. Slowly she bent over with her hands flat in front of her. He didn’t like when she balled her fists. He felt that she was not accepting the spanking.

SMAACCK! The first impact of the belt made her stand straight up, only to be followed with another to her thighs for getting out of position. She quickly leaned back over.

Smack! Smack! Smack! He was brought them repetitively and with a force she could hardly catch her breath. Robert did not enjoy going so harsh on her, but he wanted to make an impact so she would never chose something so unwise again.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Robin began to let her body give into the pain, not fight, that is when he stopped. Her turned her around taking her into his arms.

“I am so sorry.” she whispered.

“It’s okay now, you are forgiven.”

He led her to the couch and motioned her onto his lap. She curled up, burying her head in his shoulders and cried. With his arms around her, he rocked slowly, reassuring her all was forgiven. Even though the punishment was hard, she always felt safe and loved in the protection of his arms.

Surely, you think Robin would have learned her lesson, but deep down she liked the high she got in that moment of disobedience. That edge of fear that comes from something you know is wrong, but at the same time, the exhilaration of doing something you might get away with. A mischievous smile crossed her face.

Flash Fiction Friday 5-20

2011-05-20T01:00:00.002-04:00

Peter sat with the tips of his fingers on the piece, tension hung in the air as they sat watching and waiting for his next move. Money was not the bargaining chip tonight, the stakes were much higher. What had started as a friendly gentlemen's game, changed quickly as Peter gained the upper hand with his mad skills. Vincent was not used to losing. It took much self-control on his part not to signal his boys to dispose of this nuisance, but at the same time, he was intrigued by the challenge that Peter gave. Peter was calm and focused, calculating his moves; anticipating Vincents'. He was not bothered by Vincent's men, instead he visualized the chance to be with Vincent's beautiful mistress. In his mind he was already peeling off each glove slowly, hooking his fingers in her lacy panties, and lowering them to expose the rest of her beautiful body. He would gently caress every inch of her, while making sure her every need was met. Peter was a gentlemen, unlike his colleagues he kept company with tonight. Would Vincent keep his word? Peter made his next move sealing the fate of the game in his favor. Vincent's hand slammed the table hard making everyone on edge. He stood taking the mistress by hand and shoved her towards Peter.
"I gave my word, she's yours for the next hour." A large smile graced Peter's face as he was ready to make his visions a reality.

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Side note: Not as erotic as usual, but I just wasn't in that mood.... this time. :)
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Words to be used: hung in the air
100-220 words
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Flash Fiction Friday- 4-15

2011-04-15T01:00:00.003-04:00

Black and white images flashed on the screen behind her. The gathering dark encased the light, casting shadows on the stark white linens draped gracefully across her. Her dark eyes seductively lured you in, taking the focus away from the scenes being played out. Ever so slightly, she opened her legs, making you desire more light. Her hand slid slowly beneath the drape, leaning back, she closed her eyes. The curtain on the large window began to close. He stood there dumb-founded and hard, fumbling through his pockets quickly for more money.

"No! not yet," he yelled out.

Inserting more money into the bill changer, he urged the curtain to open once again. As the curtain opened, he was shocked to see a male had replaced the mystery woman behind the window.

Motto: Make sure to always carry Visa.

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60-160 words

Words to be used: the gathering dark.

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Strokes

2011-03-05T19:31:00.003-05:00

Standing before him she was trying really hard to accept the spanking she was about to receive. Hearing a number and actually receiving the actual strokes was a whole other matter. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, at the same time she pulled her top down. Reaching for her hand, he smacked it smartly several times while admonishing her. Next, he lowered her panties and she stepped out. She always felt so vulnerable and wished he would let her pull her shirt down. Not like it gave any protection, but it did give her some sense of modesty. Breathing out a large sigh, she stood before him while a huge knot began to form in the pit of her stomach.

“You know why you are here this evening,” which was more of statement than a question.

“Yes, sir.”

She had lowered her head. He took her chin and lifted her head so she had to look him in the eye. She stared at him for a few brief moments before he spoke again.

“You will be receiving 300 strokes with the cane for your issue with purging.” She just nodded her head up and down. “Very well, get into position.”

She placed her hands on the couch and bent over; she could hear him swishing the cane in the air, as if to say, ready yourself. He tapped the cane several times on her cheeks before drawing back for the first stroke.

SMACK! The strokes came one right after the other until he had finished the first ten. Rubbing her backside for a brief moment, he switched to the opposite side. Tapping the cane a few times he drew back to deliver the next ten.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She breathed in, holding her breath before each stroke, slowly counting each one as it connected. After each series of ten, he would switch sides while checking her backside for any tears. This gave her a second to collect herself, even if that moment was brief.

Many strokes into the spanking the tears began to fall. Each stroke was precise, and several times he smacked her thighs just below the sit spot.

“Please not my thighs,” she cried out.

He acknowledged her pleas, but continued to strike there many times after. After the two hundredth stroke, she began to focus elsewhere. The pain was becoming very unbearable and she was struggling to maintain the position while her arms began to shake. She would repeat in her head, ‘it doesn’t hurt,’ trying to convince herself… truth was, it was very painful. Each time she tore it prolonged the session with the care he would take to patch her up. Although, she was glad he cared enough to do it. Finally, they had reached last 10 strokes.

“I want you to count the last ten out loud.”

“I don’t want to,” she cried out.

“I know you don’t want to, but do it anyways.”

He tapped the cane to her burning red skin and brought it down. “One.” This time he seemed to go faster, but not lighter, she had to count quickly to keep up. When he finished she sank to the ground, laid her head in her hands and cried. She felt his hand on her shoulder, sitting down beside her; she laid her head on his lap and continued to cry.

After a few minutes, she gathered her wits and the two settled in to talk about the punishment. She reassured him that she had figured out what was triggering her purging and would take steps not to put herself in this position again.

“Well, if you do, a hundred strokes should be a piece of cake for you now, “ snickering to himself.

She couldn’t help but smile. The subject changed quickly, which took the focus off the pain and heat radiating in her butt. After a few brief moments, she was allowed to gather her panties and pants. Now she could really relax. If only she had brought softer pants, because the fabric rubbing against her backside was extremely uncomfortable. Walking slowly towards him, she hugged him and thanked him. She hoped that she really did have a handle on this diet issue, because she didn’t want to revisit this type of session anytime soon.

Tampa Tanners

2011-02-02T22:02:00.003-05:00

Today I had lunch with Cookie. While we were out shopping for Thomas' birthday party, we found a hotel that was open to having adult parties. We began brainstorming and thought how much fun it would be to have more parties. With this came the great idea of starting our own group.

We will be working hard to have our first party sometime in August. If you are in the Tampa area, or just interested in spanking, we would like to have you join our group. You can do so by clicking on the link here: Tampa Tanners or on my side bar.

Flash Fiction Friday 1-7-11

2011-01-07T04:00:00.004-05:00

She could hear the storm as it approached. The bellowing roar of the thunder, and the crack of lightening off in the distance. She loved the evening thunderstorms that rolled in off the bay. The change of temperature on those hot humid nights was refreshing. Walking down to the beach she stripped off her clothing, knowing that the cover of darkness would shadow her. Tiny droplets of rain started trickling at first, washing away the stickiness that clung to her skin. It was only a matter of minutes before it began to pour. Opening her mouth to the sky she tasted the warm moisture. As she laid down, it felt gritty and rough, but slowly her body was sucked into the soft salty sand as large puddles of water swirled around her. Closing her eyes she took in the sounds of the water lapping the shore, the boom of the thunder, followed by the clap of the lightening. Each time envisioning the beautiful blue glow that would shine off the bay as it lit up the sky. Breathing deep, she enjoyed every moment, because she knew it would pass as quickly as it had come.

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106-206 words

words to use: droplets of...
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Holiday Wishes

2010-12-19T15:15:00.002-05:00

Happy Holidays~Hoping that everyone has a wonderful holiday season filled with family, laughter, and joy. Looking forward to 2011.
Katia

Our Rules

2010-12-07T16:42:00.002-05:00

I just finished another story soon to be submitted to Lulu. In the story the ladies make their own handbook for men to follow. I thought I would share here until I can get another story written.

'Woman's Book of Rules and Regulations'
. No spanking the sit spots or inner thighs.
. You are not allowed to spank for infractions if you wait more than 24hrs.
. You are limited to one spanking a day and multiple punishments are not allowed.
. Switchs are strictly forbidden.
.Rubbing is allowed.
.While taking a time out we are allowed to read a book, listen to music, or text a friend to get her point of view on the punishment.
. If you hurt our feelings we get something like a get-out-of-spanking-free-card.
. No soaping unless it entails a bubble bath together.
. Any new implements purchased must be preapproved and tested on you before you use it on us.
.No lotions may be used that have a heat ingredient added to them.
. The backside may only be warmed by said spanker.
. The freedom of speech law applies when explaining oneself and we have the permission to use curse words when trying to get a point across. Of course, no implications or further punishments will result from expressing oneself.
. You are limited in the positions you may use during a spanking and the diaper position has been deleted from approved positions.
. No unannounced spankings.
. You may not just grab and spank.
. We must have prior knowledge so we can prepare. No cheap shots!
.When asking a question during a spanking you have to allow a certain time frame for an answer before you start spanking again.
. We should not count or be punished for losing count.
. If we are not staying still and you complain, we will show you how it is done right.
. You have a choice to give a lecture or a spanking, you may not do both.

Unlike the man's book ours is flexible, because women have a much softer side to them. It also has an added use-to be folded and used for whacking men on the head. Of course, this was written in fun and in no disrespect to the guys.

A Different Thanksgiving Tale....

2010-11-24T16:22:00.014-05:00

Have you ever wondered how the first real Thanksgiving went? I think it may have gone more along these lines.

Anna Beth and Abha had become close companions learning to work the land together. Abha teaching Anna Beth how to tend a garden, and Anna Beth teaching Abha English. The two would lose track of time learning the ways and customs of each other. Their husbands had chastised them on more then one occasion to stay on task.

Thanksgiving day arrived and all the woman and children gathered to help in this great feast. Anna Beth and Abha felt they surely wouldn't be missed since so many hands were there to help. They walked down river and decided to catch a mid-morning swim. The water was chilly, but refreshing at the same time. Anna Beth admired Abha how free she was in stripping off her clothing. She had always been raised so proper, and removing ones clothing entirely was just not permitted. With some encouragement, Abha talked Anna Beth into stripping completely. She reassured that everyone would be much to busy to notice them.

The woman enjoyed themselves swimming and splashing each other. Almost numb to the bone and shaking they dressed quickly. Abha thought they should get back because the sun was high in the sky. Coming back into camp, they saw their husbands. There was no way that they could blend in as if they were helping out. Seeing their husbands approaching, they wished they could flee. John grabbed his wife's arm and could feel the chill through her clothing. A few pieces of wet hair escaped her bonnet. John knew how to deal with his wife's' disobedience. Escorting her from the crowd he walked towards their cabin. Abha and Kitchi followed in close pursuit. Kitchi didn't speak English as well as Abha. John had a hard time communicating. He was sure he would understand his actions better. He lifted the skirt of his wife and began soundly spanking her bare backside. Kitchi smiled and nodded, Abha was also bent over her husband's knee. John wanted to teach his wife a hard lesson and motioned for Kitchi to spank his wife. Nodding again, Kitchi pushed his wife towards John.

Some say it was the first meal shared, I say it was the leaders of the community sealing their bond and friendship through that unspoken universal action of spanking.

Flash Fiction Friday 10/15/10

2010-10-15T05:00:00.003-04:00

Times of goodness and debauchery. Not only partners in passion, but partners in crime. They had a whirlwind romance, both living on borrowed time. He was willing to risk everything, and she was willing to follow. The cold bite of the steel locked around their warm flesh. Interlocking their pinkies together; one last promise of their devotion to one another.

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90 to 100 words
Phrase to be used: the cold bite of....
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Flash Fiction Friday 9-10-10

2010-09-10T02:51:00.013-04:00

The candles' glow was like the burning fire of the passion they shared. Creating small flickers of light casting dancing shadows of her silhouette. She was teasing him again as she dipped her toes into the warm water. Peering back flirtatiously trying to tempt him to take her again; as if she had not already left him exhausted. How could he deny such beauty. A smile crossed her face as he went to join her. Blowing the candles out he embraced her again in warmth and darkness.

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60-88 words

Phrase to be used- "the candles' glow was like..."

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Flash Fiction Friday 8-13-10

2010-08-13T05:00:00.004-04:00

The artist was inspired by his own experience from the other night as he painted his memory to canvas. A beautiful curvaceous woman with raven black hair. Her body glowed in the wash of crimson light as his hands explored her. Tweaking her supple nipples she moaned in excitement wanting him more. His hands ran down to her moist clitoris, fingering it gently. Leaning back against him she felt the hardness of his cock. Reaching for the lubricant he slathered his cock generously. Pushing slowly he entered her small pink anus from behind. She grimaced at first, but then pushed her own body back farther to accept him. He gladly obliged as he penetrated her deeply. A small smile graced her lips, she always did enjoy a little pain mixed with the pleasure.

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* I apologize I have not written here for some time. We had some serious family issues that arose. I hope to be writing more often now.
Katia

Flash Fiction Friday 7-16-10

2010-07-16T05:00:00.003-04:00

Warm chocolate ran in a myriad of patterns across her chest. The tip of her tongue was teased by the sweetness of this decadent treat. Following the trail down she found the golden ticket. A warm mound covered in chocolate awaiting a feast for the senses. After licking all around the outside of this delicious treat, she slid her tongue inside for a taste of the cream filled center.

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Flash Fiction Friday 7-9-10

2010-07-09T05:00:00.003-04:00

His muscular arms cradled her as the warm torrential rain pounded around them. Their emotional senses heightened by the intensity of the storm. Time stopped around her as she glided smoothly, rhythmically on his cock creating her own moisture. The warmth of his lips pressed tightly in her neck nibbling, tasting, taking in her succulent scent. Even though the rain came down with such force, determined to have driven, beaten, hammered the elements surrounding them, their own passionate fury won out that afternoon.

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Exploration

2010-06-19T10:03:00.006-04:00

Her flesh felt soft as his tongue brushed across her body. Exploring the the hard nipples, circling, nipping and sucking. Her hips rising up as an excitement grew in her loins at the velvet touch of his tongue. He moved downward as if painting a bare canvas while teasing her clitoris with the tips of his fingers. She moaned in pleasure, releasing out large sighs at the dexterity of his touch. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, the moisture of her excitement wet his lips as his tongue darted in and out exploring every crevasse of her warm mound. She was on the cusp of a climax as he slid his hard cock in. The two bodies entangled as one keeping perfect rhythm.

My week went so fast that I missed FFF. I promised a close friend a short story so here you go Swiss Miss.

Flash Fiction Friday 6/11/10

2010-06-11T05:00:00.002-04:00

Hot tingling sensations ran down her spine at just the touch of his fingertips. The longing for his touch ran straight to her groin where she was damp just thinking about the sheet-ripping sex that was to come. The hardness of his cock teased her bellybutton, soon to be dipping in the warmth of her honey well. Juan stood in the door waiting for his own arousal to go join his wife. This was her fantasy and Juan was happy to oblige his beautiful wife. Soon several body parts would co-mingle to create an orgasmic explosion for all. Carlita opened her eyes slowly, what a dream she had. She rolled over to wake Juan, she wanted to tell him her fantasy.

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Flash Fiction Friday 6/4/10

2010-06-04T05:00:00.007-04:00

The symmetry of her body was sleek and lean. Being agile she had no problem getting into any position. Leonard was creating a book on submissive positions that could be viewed as works of art. Her back was splayed out nicely with her head humbly bowed. He pictured a flogger as it danced across her back laying several red stripes creating geometric patterns at the hands of a skilled sadist such as himself. Just the thought peaked an urge to test his theory.

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Flash Fiction Friday 5/28/10

2010-05-28T05:00:00.004-04:00

Achcauhtli was a goddess among her people. She was entitled to have her way with either men or woman. She used them for her own pleasure on a continual basis. Achcauhtli was a vain woman and believed she was creating sensual lovers under her guidance and instruction.

Coszcatl known as little jewel was her favorite, always sub servant and passionate. Coszcatl knew how to please the goddess well. She started by flicking and teasing with her tongue, before thrusting it deep within, always bringing Achcauhtli to a blissful orgasm. On occasion she would allow the warriors to observe bringing an arousal in them. Their cocks growing hard in anticipation of drilling it inside Achcauhtli. She'd pick and choose who would be allowed, and who would be denied, again using them for her own satisfaction. Achcauhtli never allowed them to orgasm soiling her with their dirty seed. Achcauhtli enjoyed many years of euphoric sex until her death many moons later.

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Flash Fiction Friday 5/21/10

2010-05-21T05:00:00.001-04:00

Tangled limbs and bodies that glistened in sweat best described their greedy appetite for sex. Both in committed relationships their love should have been forbidden, but the lust they felt in one an others presence overpowered their self control. His touch tantalized every sense of her being, her touch drove him into a rapturous fury wanting to ravage her body.
How long could this passion last?

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Flash Fiction Friday 5/14/10

2010-05-14T05:00:00.004-04:00

More Than Meets The Eye
Paleontologist Browns' desk was stacked high with research, small tools, and such. He was in desperate need for an assistant to help organize. He didn't want a typical secretary, but one with spunk and an excitement for adventure. When Kathy walked in he had his doubts. She was young with an ambitious attitude, but highly under qualified for the position. Her flair and quirkiness won him over. Their work relationship clicked and she took to the position with ease. Her flirtatious attitude lit a spark in him that he hadn't felt in a long while. She went out of her way to brush against him, dress provocatively, and drop hints of sexual innuendo's.

One afternoon as she bent reaching for a dropped paper he swatted her. She stood up quickly and whirled around to face him, he thought he had pushed the limit. Instead she smiled, pulled up her skirt and bent over the desk. The small thong showed off her tiny buttocks. He swatted her again, she pushed back towards him encouraging more. He happily obliged swatting each cheek until they were warm and vibrant red. Becoming excited his cock engorged threatening to bust the zipper. She stood before him undressing her self, unzipping his trousers taking in his hard cock deep within her mouth. Her tongue flicking the tip as she worked the hard shaft. He was ready to implode, but not before he had a chance to bury his cock in her. Bending her back over he thrust deep and hard in her tight little succulent pussy. She rocked back to meet his thrusts, papers and articles were flying off the desk in the animalistic passion of the moment. When they were finished he began to clean up the mess they had created. Sitting down she picked up his magnifier, "I spy with my eye a cock I couldn't deny." She placed it down giggling.

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Flash Fiction Friday 5/7/10

2010-05-07T05:00:00.003-04:00

Fruits of His Labor

Taking the last bite of the peach the juices squirted bringing him back to the warmth of her soft fleshy mound. Tasting the sweet nectar of her own juices. Replaying the images of him teasing, flicking, and driving his tongue deep within her. Sounds of her moaning, pleas begging him not to stop as she reached the climax of her moist creamy orgasm. Hopping of the counter he went to join her in the shower where she would get a chance to sample his cuisine.

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Flash Fiction Friday 4-30-10

2010-04-30T05:00:00.002-04:00

Dark luminous skies threatened to add to the chaos that surrounded her life. Electricity filled the atmosphere bringing a heightened sense of anticipation longing for him. She could feel his presence as he stood beneath her staircase. Walking out she felt the cool breeze against her skin, like his fingertips whisking across the outline of her curvaceous body.

Clad in her large brim hat she walked slowly down the staircase to meet him, there they would generate their own sparks of electricity. He had a unique gift of turning the pandemonium she felt into complete tranquility.

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Wet Dreams

2010-04-24T18:06:00.009-04:00

Firm muscles flexed on his bronzed body. Beads of sweat trickled slowly glistening iridescent in the suns rays. She gazed at him fantasizing as she traced every inch of his body in her mind. Closing her eyes she felt his calloused hands as they grazed her shoulder. Bent above her his hands made their way to the fullness of her breast, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Causing an arousal in her loins she raised her hips, moving her own hand in between her legs. Fondling the tip of her clitoris with the tips of her fingers she became moist. As she opened her eyes he was watching her, a large smile on his face. She moved her hand quickly, her face flushed with embarrassment. He arose walking towards her. Trying hard to divert her gaze, she found herself transfixed again by his every move. He sat down beside her extending his hand introducing himself. Taking his hand he gripped it tightly around hers. A smile crossed her own face.

Flash Fiction Friday 4-17-10

2010-04-16T05:00:00.000-04:00

Smoking Hot
Donna was told to place her hand on the trigger. The hammer was cocked back ready to shoot a load of hot steel through the cold shaft. I want you to place the gun in your mouth he instructed her. She knew she didn't have a choice; he would over power her. She needed his focus skewed, she began to lick the shaft slowly. Making gutteral sounds as she brought the head of the gun closer to her mouth. Watching he became instantly aroused lowering his guard. She aimed and shot, grabbing his cock he fell over. "Don't ever fuck with a woman!"

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Flash Fiction Friday 4-2-10

2010-04-02T05:30:00.002-04:00

HIS PLEASURE

Hands pressed against cold tile, head forced down. I waited patiently for his approval to move. Soon I would kneel before him awaiting his instructions to pleasure him. Unzipping his trousers slowly eyes cast downward. Each move I make only by the feel of his touch, to continue or to stop. I will grasp his cock gently, slipping it into my mouth; waiting to feel the growth of his excitement. Working it slowly at first, then faster as the pulsating builds, awaiting the explosion of his warmth.

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Flash Fiction Friday 3-19-10

2010-03-19T05:00:00.006-04:00

A Tangled Web We Weave

Looking for the ultimate experience in pain, Marta sought out the master through a fellow masochist. He was known for his bizarre measures of bringing new levels of pain. Marta had experienced piercings, burning, flogging, and all forms of bondage; she was looking for a not so ordinary session.

Testing her threshold of pain in different sessions he was ready to push her to a new level, one she would not soon forget. Donned in thick leather gloves he carried the roll of barbwire setting it next to her. Hands bound and gagged, Marta hung in suspension anticipating his next move. He moved quickly snipping long lengths of wire attaching them to large stakes pounded in the pavement. Slowly he began wrapping the wires, pulling and weaving, creating a spiderweb trapping his prey.

Pain seared through her as the tautness pierced the tender flesh of her legs. The gag in her mouth silenced the screams, only mumbled gasps of air escaped. Soon she had become suspended, tiny droplets of blood forming a pool beneath her. She stared down at him, a glazed look in her eyes. He released her hands and removed the gag. He began to snip the wires quickly, supporting her waist to guide her down. Marta gritted her teeth as he began to unwrap the wires, pulling tiny pieces of her flesh. She was sure she had just experienced the ultimate in pain. A small smile crossed her face.

Shackled in Darkness

2010-03-10T14:50:00.010-05:00

Darkness pierced the room. Only the occasional clinking of the chain and shallow breaths gave indication of life in the vastness of space. Her tight black corset melted into the creaminess of her pale skin matching her raven black hair. Arms aching from being suspended for what seemed an eternity. The feeling of helplessness over took her as she hung her head in defeat, knowing that no amount of pleas would change the mind of her master. Disobedience was dealt with harshly. Soon fresh stripes would crisscross her backside as a reminder for her lack of loyalty and submission.

Cuffed for Pleasure

2010-01-03T14:49:00.007-05:00

Kneeled in the softness of the rug, the cold steel locked her wrists in place.
Waiting for her lovers return she became aroused at the plans he had in store for her. She knew soon her pale skin would be branded with red lash marks from the canes lying on the table. He would manipulate her into positions for his own pleasure. Then bending her over, penetrating her small tight anus, he'd start slowly, until she begged him to go harder and faster, plunging deep inside her with a force to make her breathing nothing more than a ragged sigh.
Hearing his footsteps approaching, her heart beat faster with anticipation.

Mixed Up Emotions

2009-12-29T21:23:00.009-05:00

By: Katia Spade

Her heart was breaking...Her life was a mess,

She started looking into things that didn't make sense.

The pain she was feeling...she wanted replaced,

If she could only divert the pain to a different place.

The guilt started eating her because she knew it was wrong,

how could she turn this around and still remain strong.

She confided in friends and hoped they'd support,

the stupid things she did while falling apart.

At times life isn't easy or nor is it fair,

but she should have known better not to go there.

She almost risked something that was special and pure between the one that she loved,

for a moment of peace, but definitely not love.

Christmas Story

2009-12-22T22:16:00.005-05:00

Naughty List
by: Katia Spade

Beth was having a hard time finding the Christmas spirit. Her intentions were good, but her execution in making it happen was just not there. She tried to sit down one evening to finish the Christmas cards, but got a call from her friend, and once again was distracted from the task at hand.

Frank had been after Beth for days. Christmas was just a week away. They still had presents to buy, cards to mail, and a grocery list still to be made out for Christmas dinner. He had been working some heinous hours and was depending on Beth to take more of her share this year. Beth was usually a hardworking, detail oriented person. Frank couldn’t understand why Beth found this so arduous. He was getting tired of the arguments and the excuses. After dinner they would have a conversation, he was determined to get to the bottom things, one way or another.

Frank built a fire while Beth brought them out a couple of cups of hot chocolate. They snuggled into the couch.

“Beth, this last week you have been so distracted… not focused. What is going on? You do realize Christmas is just a week away.”

Beth sipped her hot chocolate staring into the fire. She really didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know why she was having a hard time completing tasks. Her job was going fantastic, their marriage was amazing, and she couldn’t understand why herself, so how could she explain it to Frank without sounding like she was just making another excuse.

“Truthfully Frank…I don’t know.”

“I don’t know what is going on with you, but what I do know is you need to pull yourself together. Do I need to go back to making lists Beth?”

They had been practicing DD in their marriage for many years. It was something that had always been a part of their marriage, something Frank had insisted on even before they were married. Those first few years were rough for Beth. She couldn’t understand why he did the things he did; the lists, time outs, writing lines, and some very intense spankings. As the years went on certain things that were prevalent in the beginning faded away with time. It had been a long time since Beth had been left a list by Frank, but her memory had no problem remembering how painful her backside felt when she didn’t complete the list.

She had learned through the years that most of the things Frank did were to help her, guide her, and give her the desire to become more self-assertive. He instilled confidence that she so lacked when they first married. He pushed her when she doubted herself. Because of him she finished her degree and became a very successful Criminal Psychologist.

“Frank I will get what needs to be done. I am almost finished with the cards. I only have your sister’s gift to buy, and then I will mail everything tomorrow. I can make a grocery list in between clients, then after work I will go to the store. By tomorrow evening, I should have everything ready.”

Beth grabbed the two cups on the table and walked to the kitchen. Frank had a feeling she was just telling him what he wanted to hear. Something wasn’t right, but he was willing to let it go until tomorrow.

Beth woke up to the alarm going off. She rolled over not wanting to get up. She still felt tired even though Frank insisted she go to bed earlier than normal. One thing that hadn’t changed was bed times. She remembered how hard she fought him on that, a grown woman having a bedtime. Once again, looking back he only had her best interest at heart. She would try to cram school and bring work home from her internship, working into the wee hours of the morning, so exhausted the next day it took a gallon of coffee before she could tackle the day. Once he put his foot down and established a bedtime, she didn’t rely on the caffeine and organized her time more efficiently. It seemed like the first week she was spanked nightly and sometimes several times a night because she just refused to comply. Finally, when her backside felt so raw she could barely sit, she gave in.

Getting out bed she grabbed her planner lying on the desk. She glanced through her appointments for the day. She had some long gaps between clients where she would be able to get things done. Walking towards the kitchen she smelled the coffee. She poured a cup and walked into her office. Frank had added a room to their house with a separate entrance.
It made him feel better knowing she could see clients here. She worked mostly with children and young adolescents. They had been abused or were going through the court system. Beth had a tender heart and could get even the toughest kid to open up.

Beth let the answering service handle her calls so she could finish up the cards. It didn’t take her very long without any distractions. She had enough time still to shower and grab a quick bite to eat before her first client. As she walked up the stairs to the shower, she smiled smugly and thought to herself, see Frank I don’t need a list.

When she walked back into the office and listened to her messages. Her secretary had called in sick. She knew Irma, as dedicated as she was that if she is taking off the day sick, then she was sick. She would check on her later. It put a wrench in her plans. She had planned on having Irma pick up Franks sister’s gift. She sighed heavily. That was just the beginning as things began to unravel, clients showed up late, the phone rang more than usual, and she had misplaced files. When things finally calmed down it was already two o’clock. She knew she would never have time to leave before the next client. She grabbed a quick bite and the day progressed in the same hectic matter. Her last client left at 8:00 just around the time Frank walked in. As Frank shut the door he heard Beth uttering the word, ‘Shit!’ Frank walked to the office and peered in.

“I take it you had a rough day?”

Frank normally wouldn’t put up with profanity, but he could see she looked disheveled.

“Nothing went as planned. I did manage to get the cards done and out to the mailbox. Irma called in sick, the phones were ringing off the hook, and clients obviously had issues with being able to tell time. At least three of them were late, which pushed everyone else later. I never was able to leave the house!”

“Tell you what, how about we go grab a bite to eat, finish the Christmas shopping and grab some groceries.”

“Fine, Frank. You must be very pleased you’ve won!” Beth said very sarcastically stomping off.

Frank went after her whirling her around so he was facing him. “First off, you will not take the tone with me. Second I didn’t realize we were in a contest.”

“I didn’t get everything done! I told you last night I would. Maybe you should have left a stupid list!”

Frank did not like her attitude. It had been awhile since he had spanked her, but definitely she was in need of one.

“You dear, have just ended up on my naughty list. You can march yourself up to the bedroom and wait for me. I was not rubbing your face in the fact that you hadn’t accomplished everything. I thought it would be nice to spend some time together since I had been working such long hours. Even if I had made a list, I know you are busy and probably wouldn’t have gotten to all of it one day. It would have been left strictly as a reference or a reminder of what needed to be done.”

Frank pointed to the stairs. Beth had tears starting to well around the rims of her eyes and started up.

When Frank came upstairs Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed. He realized with him being gone so much and with her hectic schedule, her stress level was building, and when that happens she starts to shut down.

Frank pulled out the straight back chair by the small maple desk. A Christmas present last year so she wouldn’t always have to run to the office.

“Beth, come over here, please.”

Beth walked slowly she was dreading the spanking she was going to get. She had been procrastinating and she was so ugly to him just a few minutes ago. She knew this was not going to be pleasant. Beth stood in front of Frank. He grabbed both hands gently and spoke very calmly.

“I realize Beth that today was not good, but I am not your enemy we are on the same team. You have had to take the brunt of this holiday and I am sure that wasn’t easy. You were the one that said you could handle it. You kept putting things off that could have been taken care of earlier. Beth, you aren’t being spanked for your procrastination or losing your temper. Although, I should blister your butt good for the attitude you just pulled…you know better. I am spanking you because you let yourself get stressed and didn’t ask for help. We both know when you get stressed, things become a burden and you start melting down. I want this spanking to be a reminder to ask for help before you get to this point. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

Frank unbuttoned her slacks pulling them down. He leaned her over and began spanking each cheek working back and forth. He did not start out slowly and build up he was hoping that she would release what she had pent up inside. It didn’t take long for the rims of her cheeks to become bright red. He stood her up and pulled down her black lace panties. Bending back over, his hand connected leaving an imprint at the top of her pale white cheek. Beth squirmed and cried as the volley of smacks came harder and faster. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in tighter.

“Please Frank! Please!”

Beth was crying, but Frank knew the tears were from the pain starting to set in. He could still feel her tenseness, he needed for her to let go. He stopped and sat her up.

“We are not finished Beth. I want you to bend over the bed.”

“Frank, I’m sorry…Please, no more.”

Frank just pointed to the bed. Beth knew better than to argue. She shuffled over to the bed and bent over. She could hear the jingle of Frank’s belt as it was being pulled from the loops.
Frank had no intention to use more than his hand. In the past, when she was stressed she usually broke down very easily. Obviously, she must have been burying this for some time. He hated to see Beth cry, spanking her was just as hard on him. Frank folded the belt and brought it down smartly. She gasped and started to inch forward. The next one landed on her thighs. Crying out she rolled over.

“Please.”

“Beth stay in place, you know that happens when you don’t stay still.”

She rolled back over gripping the comforter, tightening in anticipation.

“Relax your cheeks, Beth.”

He wanted her to be able to feel the full impact. Bringing the next few down quickly Beth gripped tightly yelling out. The next three strokes he brought down a little harder, she started to relax and began to sob. A few more strokes and Frank knew she had enough. He sat on the bed bringing her in his lap, he began to stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head. She burrowed in his chest and cried. Frank began to rock her and whispered it would be alright. She always felt safe in Frank’s arms like the nothing could touch her. She loved him so deeply. Beth whispered, “thank you.”

“Hey, why don’t you get redressed and clean up. Then we can have some dinner and get the rest of the Christmas shopping done together.” He hugged her tightly once more and Beth left to the bathroom.

As Beth walked to the bathroom she had a sense of peace even though her backside was on fire. She was lucky to be married to Frank. It hadn’t always been easy, but she knew she was loved. When she came out from the bathroom she noticed a gold wrapped package with a small white bow sitting on her desk.

“What’s this Frank?”

“It’s for you, an early Christmas present.”

“Does this mean I am back on the nice list?” Beth giggled as she picked up the package and Frank raised his eyebrow. She could be such a little vixen.

She ripped apart the package and opened the box. A beautiful diamond bracelet was inside. She was so excited. She had pointed this out to him when they were out shopping earlier in the year.

“Will you put it on please?” Beth’s eyes lit up as he clasped the bracelet.

He loved to spoil her. So many of his friend’s marriages were falling apart or ending in divorce. He knew that theirs was not a conventional marriage, so he felt blessed to have Beth in his life. She had grown to be very independent, but still leaned on him for support, embracing their marriage even when she didn’t understand his motives at times. For that he was grateful for the trust she had in him.

Frank and Beth enjoyed a great dinner and finished all the Christmas shopping. Beth looked forward to spending the next few days enjoying nothing but her husband. She had some other ways to end up on his naughty list, but she would enjoy this outcome.

Happy Holidays Everyone!

Working on New Stories

2009-12-08T12:40:00.003-05:00

I have been busy writing. I have a goal to add one new story a month to my Lulu store. So far, I have been able to reach my goal. Luke leaves this Friday, but after that I want to get back writing Flash Fiction Friday. I have missed doing that. I just want to spend as much time as possible with Luke before he leaves.

I have been working on a holiday story to share on here soon. Thanks to those who have been visiting this blog and commenting.

Katia

Misters Chambers

2009-11-18T12:51:00.007-05:00

Since, I am moving and don't have time to write, I thought I'd share a story I wrote for Erotic Flash Fiction that I had on Spanky's a few weeks back. Enjoy! Maybe, next week I will be settled in my new place.

MISTER’S CHAMBERS
By: Katia Spade

She pushed tightly in the space underneath the Mister’s desk, Anne dared not breathe. Mister had pushed his chair in so that peering eyes could not see. She wanted to pull the hem of her dress as it caught in the wheel. She couldn’t make a commotion or she’d be back bent over his desk feeling that strap against her backside. He was the master of this house, why didn’t he just order her away.
The head maid had come in to open the heavy drapes. The massive windows laid view to the rolling green countryside. She tied them back with the large gold tassels. As Anne sat still she breathed in the smell of the large mahogany desk. Why she cared to was beyond her, as she spent way too much time bent over this monstrosity.

She could tell the Mister was becoming agitated as he tapped his toe faster as the maid lingered in her duties.

“Be quick with you! Do not disturb me again this afternoon!”

Mister could be so callous. She was only doing what she had been instructed.

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”

The maid curtsied and hurried closing the large doors behind her. Mister rolled his armchair back, leaning down and extended his hand to Anne.

Anne was his favorite. She was meek and pleased him in more ways than just her assigned duties. The first time he bent her over his desk. She began to holler and fight. He warned that her outburst would only result in a more painful backside than if she remained quiet and obedient. She heeded his warning, and tried to remain still.

“Why child did you retreat under the desk when you heard Gertrude approach?”

Anne kept her eyes to the ground. He gently raised her chin with his hand, so her soft blue eyes would meet his.
“Sir, I panicked. I know it not odd for me to be here. Gertrude is so judgmental.”

“Gertrude will mind her business.”

“Yes Sir.”
Anne knew she was here for one of two reasons. One to have her backside tanned or to pleasure Mister. On some occasions it was both. He would become excited as administered lashings with his strap. She had learned to hold her emotion in, not cry, remaining stoic.
He could not get over her pale white skin, the fragility of her lean body. Her long blonde hair piled loosely in a bun. He reached up and released her hair watching it fall to the middle of her back. Anne stood motionless. He began to undress her. Mister had never taken off her clothes, other than her knickers to administer a whipping. He began to unbutton her blouse. With each button he felt a small arousal in his loin. He could see her milky white breasts trapped beneath her corset. He licked his lips in anticipation of sucking on those tiny pink nubs.
Anne was beginning to shake. She had never been with a man. She had pleased the Mister many times, but he had never had his way with her.
“Calm down sweet child. I will not harm you.”
Anne had never heard the Mister speak so softly to her. She had mostly heard nothing but the sound of him barking orders.
He began to unlace the corset. He kissed her neck softly moving slowly towards her breasts. He kissed around the nipple and gently sucked it in. She gasped, as she was surprised how it felt. She wanted to caress his hair but was afraid to lift her arms. She moaned softly as he moved to the other nipple. She closed her eyes as his free hand massaged her breast, tweaking the nipple. He removed her corset and began to undue her skirt. Again, she stood still. He removed her knickers. He stood back and took in the beauty of her body. He wanted to ravage her now. He could felt the tautness against his pants, as his penis had hardened at her sight.
He led her to the desk so she sat on the edge, laying her back gently. She just stared up at him with her big doe eyes. He spread her legs wide and began to lick the small pink folds. Gently opening them with his finger he began to explore the warmth of her pussy. She smelled sweet of lavender. Anne had always paid attention to detail with her hygiene, unlike his other maids who paid no attention to their looks. He began to dart his tongue in and out. She began to moan and raise her hips. He did not silence her, but let her vocalize her pleasure. He sucked gently on her clitoris and slid one finger inside. She moaned and he slid it gently, slowly as not to break her hymen. That he would reserve for his large cock that threatened to break through his zipper at any moment. She was a virgin and he would be deflowering this glorious young woman.

Glancing up she looked at peace. As he began to stand up, she closed her legs and started to sit up.
“Lay down. I have not given you permission to rise.”

“Yes Sir.”

She laid there, still a little surprised that his command had not been spoken harshly. The desk was cold against her warm skin. She could still feel his warm tongue even though he was not there. She felt a tingling, a wanting…for him. She began to feel ashamed. He was her Master.
He walked towards her and extended his hand again. She grabbed it gently and he pulled her up. He helped her stand. He led her to the couch on the opposite side of the room. It was a large green horsehair couch, with beautiful mahogany trim to match his desk. She had always wanted to sit on the couch, but never dared. Even though he wanted her and felt he had rights to her, he still wanted her first time to be pleasurable.

The Mister unzipped his zipper and his hard cock fell out his pants, she was amazed at the size. Most of the time she was on her knees and concentrating to pleasure him. She had never really taken the time to examine the largeness of his cock.
“Get on your knees, Anne.”

The Mister pointed to the couch. Anne knelt on the couch and was surprised at the softness of the couch. It was as she always imagined it would be. He came from behind and entered her slowly. Anne could feel the bulk of his large cock and moaned in pain.
“Shush, it will be fine.”

Pushing his way in deeper, he slowly began to move in and out. Not fully pushing in the full length of his cock. It wasn’t long before she was pushing back to meet him. He began to drive deeper and she began to moan louder. He grasped her long hair in his hand, wrapping it around like he was mounted on a beautiful filly. He began pumping harder, and she began rocking back harder. She could feel his cum building in his veins, knowing he was on the verge of exploding he pulled out. He would have loved to shove it in her small pink anus, but he will save that for another time. He spewed warm cum all over her backside. Anne could feel the warm stickiness on her back. She didn’t seem to mind, as she could feel the same warmth inside herself.

Flash Fiction Friday #12

2009-11-13T05:00:00.004-05:00

Mystery Writer
By: Katia Spade

Lydia worked for several high corporate offices, but found herself bored with the mundane routines, haughty attitudes, and inflated male egos. When she saw the ad in the Daily Times, she jumped at the chance for change.
The ad read, “Looking for an adventurous, outgoing secretary, someone not afraid to take on some unusual requests. Send resume to: Box 10 Rodham, Maryland 00336”

Lydia landed the job. It was a serene place to work. A large Victorian set back on beautiful manicured grounds. Jack was gregarious despite his reputation as an eccentric recluse. He wrote old period mystery novels. She had some unusual dress requirements to help set the mood for his writing. Jack had a closet full of vintage clothing, black & white hook button boots, flowing skirts and colorful corsets. Some days she was required to change several times to set the mood, he considered Lydia more his muse than secretary.

As time went on a relationship kindled. She spent several late evenings working. Jack would always make sure to make a lovely dinner for her. On occasion, when the weather was harsh she’d spend the night in the spare bedroom.

She knew Jack’s birthday was coming up and decided to give him some special writing inspiration. She got to work earlier than usual. She could hear Jack rustling in the kitchen. Going upstairs to the clothes closet she grabbed a black bow tie. Stripping down she tied the bow and walked downstairs. Jack heard Lydia in the office. As he rounded the corner, there sat Lydia. Her pale skin contrasting with her jet black hair, and coal black eyes.

“Happy Birthday Jack,” smiling taking in her beauty, he walked towards her offering his hand. He lead her upstairs, he was sure he’d have plenty of ideas when he was finished.

Final Chapter

2009-11-09T16:01:00.004-05:00

Chapter 7

Tony left early the next morning. Last night still weighed heavily on his mind. When he got to the office he decided to call his father. His father had always been an early riser. Must be the crazy hours a doctor keeps.

His father answered, “Hello Dad, its Tony.” They made small talk about the new house, the changing weather and how the new practice was coming.

“Dad, the reason I called is because…I spanked Gina last night.” The phone got quiet on the other end. Tony was now having second thoughts about confiding in his father.

“How did Gina take it?”

“At first, she seemed mad, but I gave her some time. To tell you the truth Dad, I was shocked that I responded that way. When I went to talk with her she was apologetic and not at all angry. She seemed to understand why I spanked her.”

“Tony, I am going to share something with you. I spanked your mother. Not just once, but on many occasions.”

“Dad, you hit Mom?” Tony said shocked.

“I didn’t hit your mother, I spanked your mother. It was done out of love and not out of anger.”

“How did Mom feel about that Dad?”

“Your mother and I had an understanding. I expected very few things of your mother. If she chose to go against my wishes, she knew that she would have consequences for her actions.”

“Dad, you and Mom always seemed happy…united.”

“It’s because there were no arguments with who was in charge, or as I like to say, who lead the family. There are still times I spank your mother.”

“How did you get Mom to agree with this?”

“In our day, it was not unusual for a man to spank his wife. It was something we kept private, between us.”

Tony thought back to the time was he was ten, standing at his parents door. His dad had been spanking his mother.

“Talk with her Tony. Let her know what you expect, come to an understanding. Chances are since she didn’t leave, she may feel that what you did was right.”

Tony thanked his father and hung up. Tony sat in his chair taking it all in. He would have to think of a way to present this to Gina. They were living in the 21st century and as far as he knew this wasn’t common.

Gina was exhausted, she wouldn’t fight Tony today. She was going to rest and stay inside where it was warm. Gina walked downstairs to see the kitten curled on the rug beside the fire. They found out the kitten was a boy.

“Morning, Fearless,” Gina said stroking his head. The name seemed to fit after all he had been through.

She grabbed a cup of coffee, came back and sat down on the couch, grateful for the fire. Gina reflected back to last night. She was confused why she didn’t get mad. Her husband spanked her and she was a grown woman.
When she was sitting in the dark last night, her bottom burning, she started thinking back on the previous weeks. Her carelessness in regards to safety issues, selfishness, and just being disrespectful. She thought about how she would feel if Tony had ignored the things she asked him to do. Crumpled a note she had written. Especially, if her intentions were just too help. She was convinced he had every right to spank her, she deserved it.

Gina spent her day reading and sleeping, the hours passed by quickly. Before she knew it, she heard his jeep drive up. Gina realized she hadn’t prepared anything for dinner.
Tony walked in and was relieved to see Gina curled on the couch. Tony walked over giving Gina a kiss on the top of her head, then sat down with her. Gina pulled her legs up to make room.

“I am glad to see you resting, how are you feeling?”

“Much better, the rest helped. I feel bad, I didn’t prepare any dinner.”

“That is okay, I was thinking if you felt up to it, I would take you to town. They have a great little diner that is known for their homemade pies.”

Gina became excited, she wanted to go to town and start getting a feel for the local cuisine.

“Give me a few minutes. I will be ready in no time.” Gina started to get up quickly but still felt a little woozy.

“Are you sure you are up to going out, I can throw something together for us.”

“I just got up to fast. I am okay, really Tony.”

Gina took it a little more slowly. She dressed in blue jeans, boots and a white cashmere sweater. She grabbed a scarf, wrapping it around her neck. She put on very little make-up, Gina had never used much. Tony said that she didn’t need make-up that she was naturally beautiful. Tony changed into more comfortable clothes. Gina loved how Tony looked in blue jeans. They both grabbed their coats at the bottom of the stairs. Tony had already raked the coals out so that the fire would be easy to get going when they got back.

The air was crisp as they stepped outside, the night was clear and there were so many stars in the sky. The diner had great food and Gina made friends with the owner. She sent them home with slices of her famous Apple Crumble Pie.
After getting settled in, Tony and Gina sat at the kitchen table with their pie and some fresh coffee Gina had brewed. It had turned out to be such a lovely evening.

“Gina, I would like to talk to you about last night, but I need you to just listen, can you do that?”Gina nodded.

He told her about the memory he had as a boy, he had Gina’s attention. He went on to share the conversation he had with his father. Gina was embarrassed at first, but Tony explained his need to confide in his father. Tony continued to share more on his parent’s relationship apologizing for comparing Gina to his mother. He did express to Gina that he would not hesitate to spank in the future.

When he had finished, Gina shared how she had gone through a myriad of emotions, but shared how she felt what he did was right.

Even though the last few days had been a rocky start to their new beginning, they both felt the circumstances brought them closer as a couple.

Flash Fiction Friday #11

2009-11-06T05:00:00.010-05:00

Blindfolded Desires
Katia Spade

Blindfolded, I was wrapped in darkness, collared to submit to his desires. I still visualized the warmth of his touch, the smell of his cologne, tasting his manhood on my lips. Reaching down, I felt my own dampness in anticipation of my lover’s return.

The whip was cool as he touched my thigh. SWISH, hot pain seared through me like a knife.

SNAP... SNAP... SNAP. He paused, touching the tip of my clitoris.

SNAP, raising my hips I met the whip.

“Did you like that my precious?”

“Yes,” I moaned out.

Thrusting his fingers inside, he felt her juices flow.

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Chapter 6

2009-11-02T16:14:00.002-05:00

Chapter 6

Tony walked towards the kitchen. The smell of the chicken and biscuits smelled delicious. He tried to not let his growling stomach sway him from the matter at hand. Gina was standing at the counter, her hair still damp. She did look cute in her PJ.’s and robe. Tony could see from the look on her face she knew she was in trouble. Was this going to be a nightly occurrence of dealing with his wife’s disobedience, why can’t she be like his mother and just go along with what he asked of her, did she have to fight what he said, all the time? He decided not to beat around the bush.

“What were you doing in the barn today, after I asked you to stay inside? Don’t deny it, because I found your phone lying in the dirt just inside the door!”

Tony was trying not to let the anger get the best of him. Gina hadn’t even checked for her phone when she hung up her jacket, she had been to cold at the time. The kitten let out a small meow. Peeking its head out but staying close to the kitchen chair. Gina thought not now. Tony spotted the kitten, it was too late. Tony flashed Gina a look of anger, waiting for her to answer his question. Gina wanted to speak up for herself, but she had never seen Tony so angry, and the comment he made telling her she would be accountable for her actions last night. What did he mean? She was so confused. Gina spoke slowly, trying to make sure she wasn’t being defensive.

“Tony, you are right, I did go into the barn. I just wanted to take a second look at the office so I could get an idea of the layout.”

Then Gina’s emotions just got the best of her and she just started to ramble. “ But you locked the door, then I saw the kitten, it started to rain,” she drew in a breath and continued, “ I was so cold and I tried to start a fire but my hands were shaking, my hair was wet but I couldn’t dry it.”

Gina knew she wasn’t making sense, was it the fever? She felt so warm and dizzy. She was having such a hard time communicating. “I knew it was wrong but I am a grown woman, Tony… not a child… why did I have to stay inside? Why! ”

Tony stared at his wife and she stared back. Tony was still processing everything Gina had just said. What happened next happened like it was in slow motion. He grabbed Gina by the arm, pulling her over to the kitchen chair, yanking her over his lap and started to spank. Gina tried fighting him. Tony wrapped his arm around her waist and continued. Gina felt an intense sting each time his hand connected with her bottom. She tried tightening her butt checks to deflect the pain. Gina was crying, gasping pleas for him to stop. The pain was becoming unbearable, she felt like her backside was on fire. Tony was not tuned into Gina’s pleas to stop. His intent was on making sure she knew he was serious. Gina got tired of fighting and finally just went limp. Tony stopped spanking. They both just sat there, Gina limp over his lap. Tony thought to himself, did I just spank my wife? Gina laid there stunned at what just happened, not knowing what to feel, her emotions were running rapid. She was sure of one thing her backside was in pain. As she opened her eyes, she spotted the kitten staring at her with his big green eyes. Tony slowly sat Gina up on his lap. He tried to pull her close so he could talk. Gina pushed off his lap, “Don’t!” She walked away without saying another word. Tony decided to let her go, she needed time to think and so did he.

Gina ran up the stairs, her backside was hurting as much as her head. Gina tried to replay the last few minutes. Trying to make sense of what she had said to Tony, him spanking her. She played with the idea of packing her bags and never coming back. She knew Tony loved her. Was walking away the answer over a spanking? Was it worth everything they have built together? Maybe, she just pushed too far. He had been so patient with her. He would never intentionally hurt her. She knew this for a fact.
Gina had never been spanked. She walked to the bathroom, lowered her pajama pants and looked in the mirror. She was shocked to see how red her bottom was, there were even imprints of his hand. This is silly she thought. What would he think if he walked in to see her looking at her bottom in the mirror? She quickly pulled her pants back up. Gina sat on the bathroom floor and pulled her knees up to her chest. Gina did know what to do, so she just sat.
Tony was still sitting in the same chair where he just spanked his wife. The kitten came out and rubbed against his leg. Tony had forgotten all about the kitten. He had never had any pets growing up. His mother thought it would be too much trouble. She was very particular about the cleanliness of the house, almost too much. He reached down and the kitten arched up, Tony smiled. He had to go face Gina and tell her he was sorry, but was he really? He had been very patient with her, even though she had been doing everything against his wishes. Didn’t she know all he just wanted was to take care of her? That was a man’s job, a husband’s responsibility. His father always made sure his mother was safe and cared for. The difference is his mother never fought my father.
Tony knew Gina never had a father around, well not in the years it mattered. It wasn’t like he was trying to be a father to Gina, but he did expect certain things from his wife, the biggest being respect.
When Tony walked up the stairs, it was quiet, did Gina go to bed? As he walked in the room it was dark, flipping on the light he noticed the bed was empty. She didn’t go outside, he would of heard the front door open. Tony walked to the bathroom and switched on the light, Gina was sitting on the floor, with her knees pulled up against her chest with her head was resting on her knees. Tony sat on the floor next to Gina and put his hand on her head, slowly stroking her hair. She didn’t pull away so that was a good sign.
“Gina,” Tony said softly. She raised her head to look at him, she looked so tired. It had been a rough couple days for both of them. Tony started to talk when Gina interrupted him.

“Tony, I’m not mad, you have been so patient with me. I have been selfish, only doing what I want. I was wrong. I was struggling with my own feelings. I know you only want to take care of me.” Gina paused. As Gina was talking, his heart filled with such love for his wife, he just want to hold her.

“I know you would never hurt me intentionally.” Tony pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head.

“No, Gina, I would never hurt you. I just got frustrated and was at my wits end with you. I didn’t really think about spanking you, I just acted. At the time it seemed right.”

Gina felt so safe in his strong arms, wishing she could just sit here, never leaving. Her bottom really hurt and she was stiff from sitting on the floor so long.

“Let’s go downstairs and see what we can salvage of dinner, I’m starving. You can tell me all about the kitten.” Gina had forgotten all about the kitten.

“Can we keep it? Gina asked. He kind of liked the little guy. They could always use a good mouse catcher.

“Yes.” Gina let out a little yelp of excitement, where did she find the energy Tony thought.

Flash Fiction Friday #10

2009-10-30T05:00:00.007-04:00

Visions of Beauty
By: Katia Spade

Moonlight silhouetted each curve of her glorious body. Paul watched as she posed in the window, her body framed in that moment of time. Her body pressed on the cool plates of glass, her warm breath fogging the pane and dissipating. Each time she moved her body cast shadows on the floor like a black and white silent film. Paul waited in anticipation, becoming aroused knowing soon he would be exploring every inch of her body.

“Come join me.” Paul spoke holding out his hand. With each step taken, she began to fade with the beams of light streaming in.

Happy FFF, and have a happy Halloween.

Chapter 5- New Beginning

2009-10-26T13:28:00.001-04:00

Chapter 5

Tony could feel Gina’s warm body next to his as he slowly awoke. The last few days had been troublesome and Tony wanted nothing more than to make love to his beautiful wife. He could smell her hair. He loved the fragrance of her shampoo. Her long dark, curly locks covering her face and the perfect complexion of her olive skin. Gina’s body was tight and well defined. Tony gently stoked his wife and she stirred at his touch. He kissed the side of her face reaching around to touch her breast. Gina loved the feel of his strong hands which sent a wave of warmth through her. Gina rolled to meet the soft lips of his mouth. They kissed softly at first, becoming more passionately with time. His hands touching her in places that only made her more aroused wanting Tony to make love to her. She could feel his hardness against her body, and could not wait any longer for that moment when he entered her. Tony was a passionate lover and they seemed to fit like a glove.
Gina laid there exhausted but feeling so at peace. She could hear Tony in the shower. Gina visualized the water falling off his muscular body, his strong arms, wide chest and those powerful legs. She was half tempted to go join him. She climbed out of bed, grabbing her robe and decided to start breakfast.
Gina began cutting the strawberries and rinsed the blueberries. Walking over to the refrigerator she grabbed the yogurt, then the granola from the cupboard. She picked out two long stem champagne flutes and started assembling the parfait. She got out the eggs and scrambled them with a little cream cheese to make them more moist and fluffy. The coffee was almost done brewing as Tony came down the stairs.

“Good morning, love.” kissing her neck and giving her a squeeze.

Gina was happy. It was if all the bad moments had blown away with the dark clouds. The sun was shining, and it looked to be a nice day. They sat at the kitchen table making small talk, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

“Tony,” Gina hesitated debating whether to bring up the office in the barn. “When I was in the barn yesterday, I saw an office that might be a nice place for me to write in the spring. I would like to get to know the local people and put together a column on local cuisine. What do you think?”

Tony paused for a moment, got up and kissed Gina on the head. “I’ll think about it. Right now, I need to get to the office.”

Tony thought he would let Gina stew a little, since over the last couple days she had done as she pleased. Normally, Tony supported Gina in everything she did. That is one thing he admired about Gina, that even when they were dating she bounced ideas off of him seeking his approval. Didn’t mean she would always take his advice but at least she cared enough to know his opinion. Gina was frowning. That made Tony smile.

“You need to stay inside, rest and get better. I can tell you still don’t feel well, no arguments. Are we clear?” Gina nodded in agreement.

They walked together to the front door and he kissed her goodbye. As Tony was driving away, he glanced in the rear view mirror, he saw her waving good bye in the door way, he wondered what kind of mischief his wife would get into today.

Gina didn’t feel well, but she just couldn’t sit and do nothing all day. Gina thought about bundling up, going to the barn and start planning how she would like to lay out her office. She knew Tony would support her, she also knew he didn’t answer her right away because of how the last couple days had gone. She admitted to herself that she had been acting a little irresponsible but just because she was married didn’t give Tony the right to control her every move. Gina quickly cleaned up the kitchen and took out the chicken for dinner.

She looked outside and the sun was still shining, dark clouds were moving in from the east. As Gina stepped outside the air was cool, the sun can be so deceiving she thought. She reached in her coat pocket and felt her phone she would not miss his call again. As she walked to the barn, the leaves crunched under her boots. She loved autumn and the colors of all the changing trees. Gina stepped in the barn, walking back to the office door. She went to turn the handle and it was locked. She tried again surely she didn’t lock the door. Tony! Gina felt a twinge of anger. She couldn’t call him, because then he would know she wasn’t resting in the house, where she belonged. Just for a moment she thought about trying to pick the lock. Gina thought of all the places he may have put the key, surely he wouldn’t leave it at home.

As she started to leave, she heard a soft cry. She started walking towards the sound. As she reached the last stall, the cry was getting louder. Gina had never been one to shy from trouble and continued. There was a small kitten crouched in the dark corner. At first, when Gina bet down to touch it, the kitten hissed, clawing at her. It caught her hand and she pulled back. Gina instinctively brought her hand to her mouth and tried to suck at the pain.

“Feisty, little fellow aren’t you. It’s okay you are just scared.” Gina said in a soft voice.

She looked for something to grab the kitten in, but didn’t see anything. She took off her coat and wrapped it around the kitten, protecting herself from the sharp claws trying to make it feel safe.

“It’s okay little guy, where is your mother?” Gina held the kitten and looked in all the stalls. The kitten was settling down, feeling the warmth of the jacket. Gina didn’t see the mama cat or any other kittens. She was starting to shiver and knew she better get back in the house. She could hear the rain starting to come down. Without any second thoughts, she sprinted to the house with the kitten.

Gina was shaking so bad by the time she reached the house. It was chilly and she needed to get a fire going. Now she wished she had forced air heating. The rain was coming down in buckets, thundering and lightning. The kitten was still asleep in the warmth of her coat. She tried to light the fire but her hands could not stop shaking. She decided to get out of her wet clothes and slip into some warm pajama’s. She really wasn’t feeling well, her throat was sore, she just wanted to sleep. Then she remembered the kitten and had no idea how to explain this one to Tony.

As she came back downstairs, thankfully the kitten was fast asleep. She went into the kitchen to make some warm tea with honey, hoping it would sooth her sore throat. Her hair was still wet. She could only hope it would be dry by the time Tony got home not that it was going to matter. Gina had much bigger problems. Gina sat back looking at the fire, trying to come up with an explanation. She had promised to stay inside and rest. She knew Tony would not take this lightly after the last couple days. She wouldn’t have to tell him she was in the barn. She could say, she heard the kitten crying outside the door and felt sorry for the little guy, with the storm and all. She didn’t want to establish a pattern of lying to Tony, but she didn’t want to fight either. She battled with her emotions, going back and forth of why she should have to explain herself, she was a grown woman, but on the other hand, she felt guilty for just not listening to him.

Gina pulled out the roast chicken with root vegetables and sat the pan on the counter to cool, before she cut up the chicken. She stuck the biscuits in the oven knowing Tony would be home soon. The kitten woke up crying, Gina with some coaxing, got the kitten to follow her into the kitchen with a saucer of milk. She also pulled out a small can of tuna. She knew this wasn’t the best diet for the kitten but until she could get to town, at least it would have a full belly. She reached down slowly to pet the kitten, and the kitten arched to meet her hand.

“See, I won’t hurt you.” She wanted to pick up the kitten to find out whether it was a girl or a boy. She looked at the scratches on her hand they looked a little red and puffy.
Just then the front door opened, Tony was home. The kitten ran under the kitchen table. Gina felt like joining the kitten, she could feel the butterflies forming in her stomach. Why was she so worried?

Tony had walked to the barn before going into the house. Just inside the door was Gina’s cell phone. This would explain why she hadn’t answered. He didn’t keep trying to call thinking that she may be sleeping. He had a suspicion that she might venture out here despite his warning. He had locked the door the night before, taking the key from the top desk drawer. He knew if he locked the door it would keep her from being out in the cold. He tried the door and it was still locked, at least she hadn’t broken it. Tony was trying to be understanding. He just wanted his wife to get better. He knew that Gina would push herself until she was too sick to move. She had done that when they were dating. He would try to get her to rest, but back then she never wanted it to affect her job or the deadlines. What was he going to do with her, tie her to the bed? Then there was the issue of her disobeying his wishes again, Tony was angry.

Flash Fiction Friday # 9

2009-10-23T05:00:00.003-04:00

Bondage Fantasies
by: Katia Spade

As she slid her panties down, she paused at her feet. Was she hinting at bondage again?
Only last week, he had tied her up on a whim. He loved the control he felt. Her moaning in pleasure while he teased her, unable to move unless it was his decision. She’s such a vixen. She craved dominance, demanding attention for more, which he freely gave.

“Stay as you are my precious,” giving her firm rump a hard slap.

She laid there visualizing what would play out. Reaching down between her legs she felt the dampness.

New Beginning-Chapter 4

2009-10-18T21:10:00.002-04:00

Tony walked in as the smell of the corn bread Gina was cooking was carried through the house. Gina was busying herself, humming and putting the final touches on the stew. Gina thought with the cold weather that Tony might enjoy a hearty meal. Tony walked behind Gina embracing her and kissing her neck.

“I bet you are tired after such a long day, how is the office coming along?”

“Everything is coming together. Doctor Edwards had a good system in place.”

Doctor Edwards had been the local doctor for more than half his life in Weston. He started back when people in desperate times brought baked goods, canned goods and even live stock. He had a good heart and never turned patients away. People trusted and respected him, as the area grew, so did his practice, making him very comfortable financially. The doctor needed to retire to care for his wife that had been stricken by cancer. Doctor Edwards had been a long time friend of the family and offered the job to Tony.

Gina and Tony settled in at the kitchen table, Gina enjoyed hearing the stories of her husband’s day. When they finished Tony helped clear the table and carry the dishes to the sink.

“Gina, did you read the note I left this morning?”

Gina had her back turned but felt warm with guilt because she couldn’t lie but didn’t want a repeat of last night.

“Tony, to be honest…I didn’t.” Gina said slowly facing Tony.

“Why?” Tony asked, not sure whether to be mad or disappointed.

“Tony, I told you last night I don’t need a list.” Gina said with a small tone of sarcasm. “I got almost all the boxes taken down, things put away, took the boxes out to the barn….”

Tony interrupted Gina. “Did you say you took the boxes to the barn? So, you didn’t read the note, you went against what I asked. Gina, I am your husband, do you take anything I say seriously? Or do you just not give a damn?”

Tony rarely swore, just as Gina feared, they were heading for an argument. Gina and Tony rarely fought while they were dating. She couldn’t even count the fights on one hand in the last five years they had been together. Tony hardly got angry but when he did, she always felt like a small child. He had a way with words to make her feel guilty and remorseful. He never used harsh words or cut her down, and when they did make up, Tony was always loving and gentle.
Gina was tempted to walk away but knew Tony would never allow that. He continued to chastise her. Gina’s eyes began to fill with tears. Usually, Tony would see the tears and take her in his arms. Tony was beside himself with Gina not taking her cell phone when she ran, running during a storm, two days of ignoring his notes and blatantly ignoring his wishes not to go to the barn. For the first time, he felt like turning his wife over his knee and giving her a spanking. Gina looked at Tony and could see he was not having her tears, she became worried.

“Gina, what am I to do?” Tony asked trying to keep his anger at bay. “I can’t have a wife that ignores what I have asked, do you understand me Gina?” Tony said firmly.

Gina was visibly shaken by Tony standing his ground. Gina whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes…what?” Tony replied.

“Yes, I understand.”

Gina could take no more and raced up the stairs to the bedroom. She threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. This is not how she imagined her marriage. Fear crept in that Tony may leave just like her father. Gina thoughts filled with blame…about herself.

Tony walked slowly up the stairs. He brought a cup of tea to calm Gina down. He placed it on the table and sat beside her. Gina kept her face buried and wept.

“Gina, I am sorry that I got angry with you.” As he touched Gina, he gently massaged her back.

“A good marriage consists of a partnership but only one can lead.”

Tony wasn’t an overly religious man but he did believe in God and his family attended church regularly. Gina slowly rolled over and looked into her husband’s eyes. They softened as they stared back at hers.

“Gina, I am not going to have this discussion again. You will be accountable for your actions.”

Gina looked confused, what did he mean accountable for her actions? She was tired and didn’t want to fight any longer. She sat up and sipped the warm tea. It felt good on her throat. It was sore but she didn’t dare say a word to Tony.

“I will take care of the dishes and lock up. You stay here and relax, catch up on some magazines.”

Gina wanted to protest but she hadn’t really read the latest issues of her food magazine. The bed felt better by the moment and so she settled in for the night. By the time Tony came up, Gina had fallen asleep, the magazine lying on her chest. Tony took the magazine from her chest and covered her up. Gina looked peaceful as she slept. Tony loved to watch her sleep.

Flash Fiction Friday # 8

2009-10-16T05:00:00.009-04:00

CHAINS

By: Katia Spade

The collar pulled taunt as she tried to crawl towards the door. The heavy chain draped across her backside. He had asked her to contemplate what it felt like to be chained. She began to ponder how chains may have been used or linked to people of the past through influence, dominance or persuasion. She decided to break down the word chains.

C- Chastity

H-Hierarchy- People in power.

A-Absolution-or those who sought it.

I-Isolation-People placed in.

N-Negative Behavior

S- Solitude- Where she had been placed.

Halloween Booty

2009-10-13T10:01:00.003-04:00

By Katia Spade
Chapter 1

Janet wanted to go to Hallow-scream at Busch Gardens, but Dan had voiced that he didn’t feel it was a safe environment for two young ladies to be without male escorts. Janet began to pout. Dan promised her they’d do something special. Dan wouldn’t go to anything where people jumped out to scare you. He had served overseas and didn’t do well with people jumping at you in the dark. Janet had been dating Dan all through college and they were engaged to be married in December. Janet lived with her roommate on campus while Dan had a place at the base.

Janet had not told her roommate about Dan’s disapproval and when she walked in with the tickets, she couldn’t bear to let her down. The two girls decided to shop for their costumes. Janet being fair skinned by nature wanted to be a vampire. She was in love with the mystic of books. She found a corset at an adult store. The red corset pushed up her large white breasts. She could use this for the future. A smile crossed her face as she looked in the mirror. She had a black silky skirt from when she was a pirate and long black lace up boots. Janet was tall, and her body lean from running. She piled her half her black curly hair in a loose bun, the rest hung down in long ringlets down her back. She applied dark eyeliner and put the pointed caps on her front incisors. When she looked in the mirror, she almost didn’t recognize herself. The dark makeup made her blue eyes pop against her pale skin. She never wore much make-up because Dan said she was naturally beautiful. For the final touches she put on a black necklace of a bat, with ruby eyes and diamond studded bats, both presents from Dan for her birthday. He had them specially made because he knew she loved the vampire folk lore. As she stared back at herself in the mirror a small twinge of guilt sat in the pit of her gut. She had lied to Dan telling him that she wasn’t feeling well and she was going to just stay in and rest. He said he would check in on her but Janet assured him her roommate had promised to take care of her. She had never lied to Dan. She started to dial his number and come clean, when there was a knock at the door. She hung up quickly.

“Who is it?” Janet squeaked out.

“It’s me! Are you on edge already?” Janet opened the door to her roommate.

“Sorry Kate, I guess I am a little on edge tonight.”

“Janet, you look amazing!”

“Thanks, so do you.” Janet grabbed her ID tucking in the one side of her corset, and sticking folded cash on the other side. The two girls were excited to leave. In the excitement Janet forgot her cell phone laying on the nightstand.

Chapter 2

Dan got off work and changed out of his BDU’s. He knew Janet’s roommate would probably take good care of her but he wanted to bring her some warm soup from her favorite deli. He tried her number a few times, but figured it was on vibrate so she could rest.

As Dan drove up to the apartment, he didn’t see any lights on. Janet’s jeep was in her space but her roommate’s was gone. Walking up the stairs, he used his key to unlock the door. He sat the soup on the counter and switched on the kitchen light. Janet’s door was closed, so he turned the knob quietly as not to startle her. When he cracked open the door he noticed the bed was made. He flicked on the light. There were clothes scattered on the bed and floor, make-up still laying out on her vanity. He saw her cell phone still on the night stand. Dan started to get angry. He had a good suspicion where she had gone.

Janet was trying to have fun. After all, she had wanted to come here for the last few Halloween’s. She couldn’t shake that she had lied to Dan. She knew she was going to have to tell him. Deception was not a good way to start a marriage. For the last hour two guys had been shadowing herself and Kate. At first, she thought they were part of the park actors. Then she noticed they seemed to be wherever they went. Dan was right, it wasn’t safe for them. Then she realized she didn’t have her cell phone. How easy it would be for them to take them into the shadows. With all the chaos, people wouldn’t even notice.

“Kate!” Janet screamed in the crowd, grabbing her arm. Kate swirled around once again noticing panic on Janet’s face.

“We need to get somewhere light. These guys have been following us for the last hour.”

“Okay.” Kate yelled back. The two girls started for the café when Janet felt two arms reach around and cup her breasts. Janet whirled around punching the guy squarely in the jaw. As the guy was regaining his composure, they both took off on a sprint. Janet and Kate were on the track team but running in high heeled boots was a challenge. It wasn’t long and both the guys were pursing the girls. Kate was just about to the café with Janet trailing a little behind her. She felt a strong jerk on her arm. This time when she whirled around she felt a hard slap against her face. She yelled out in pain.

“Don’t fight me bitch!”

Kate was running out with the Police as Janet and the guy were in a tug of war with Janet’s arm. The other guy must have disappeared when he saw the police. The police officer grabbed the guy by the arm cranking it up while forcing him down to his knees. Janet was shaking, she had been crying and black make-up streaked her face.

“Why are you arresting me? That bitch punched me first! I want to press charges.”

“Officer…he came from behind and grabbed my breasts!” The officers cuffed them both. Telling Janet and the guy it would be worked out downtown.

“Kate, call Dan.” Janet screamed out as she was being placed in the back seat of the patrol car.

Dan had been waiting at Janet’s apartment. The longer he waited with no phone call, the more he seethed in anger. She would have some explaining to do, but he had already made up his mind how to deal with her lies. His phone rang and it was Kate on the caller ID.

“Where are you?” Dan spoke very gruffly.

“Dan, this is Kate. We were at Hallow-scream and Janet was arrested.”

“What! Arrested? Where did they take her?”

“They took her downtown. Dan, go easy with Janet. The guy really hurt her.” In that moment, Dan’s anger went to fear.

“Are you okay, Kate? Do you need me to come get you?”

“I am fine. An officer walked me to my car. I will be home soon. Go get Janet.”

Chapter 3

Dan bounded down the stairs. He jumped in his Jeep and gunned it towards the station. He looked down and realized he was speeding. Tonight was not a good night to be drawing attention, he slowed down. He couldn’t push from his mind that Janet was hurt.

As he pushed through the front doors he almost didn’t recognize Janet chained to the chair. She was dressed seductively in the red corset, black skirt and boots. The makeup was more than he had ever seen her wear. Part of him could see why the guy attacked her. Look at how she was dressed…almost asking for it. Then he saw the bruise on her face. Her arm had several dark bruises from where his fingers dug into her. He wanted to kill this guy for hurting her.

Dan walked over to the desk where the Sarge was seated. Dan recognized him. They had served together. Janet could hear them speaking but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Turned out the guy had a rap sheet for abuse and rape. The Sarge dropped the allegations against Janet as self protection. The Sarge and Dan started to walk over to Janet.

“If that was my gal, I would give her a long hard spanking.”

“That is my plan.” Glancing over and winking.

The ride home was quiet except for the occasional apology that Janet tried to say. As they reached Dan’s place, she could see the apologies had not worked. Walking up to the door he was still silent.

“Please, Dan. Talk to me.”

“Go into my bedroom and wait for me.” Dan pointed towards his bedroom like she had never been there before.

She sat on the bed and waited. Why did he want her to wait in the bedroom? She heard Dan approaching, he handed her a warm t-shirt.

“Change out of those clothes and put on the t-shirt.” Dan spoke sternly.

Janet was not surprised by his attitude, she deserved it. She untied the corset and slipped the warm t-shirt on. She unlaced her boots pulling each leg out. Slipping out of her skirt, she sat on the edge of the bed in her thong and Dan’s t-shirt. Dan walked back in with a cold pack for her face. The bruise was starting to darken and swell. He was just as upset with Janet for putting herself in danger as he was at the guy who harmed her. Janet thanked Dan for the ice pack and gently pressed against her face, wincing as the cold hit her skin. Dan sat down beside Janet.

“Do you know how lucky you are? That guy had a rap sheet for rape.” Janet stared back speechless. She mustered up her courage and began.

“Dan, I am so sorry I lied to you. I really didn’t enjoy myself because of the guilt I felt. I know I have destroyed my trust with you, I only hope that you will forgive me in time and give me a chance to earn that back. I wanted to call you several times to come get me but I forgot my cell phone and Kate didn’t bring hers either. I know…not very smart. “

Dan sat patiently listening to Janet explain herself, not that it mattered he had already made up his mind how he would deal with his naughty fiancé.

“You’re right Janet. You have betrayed my trust. You lied to me and you put yourself in a dangerous situation. When we are married, how can I be able to trust you?”

Tears were streaming down her face. Dan hated to see her cry.

“I have already said I am sorry, Dan. I don’t know what else I can do to make it better. Can you please just take me home?”

“We are not through discussing this. You will be staying here tonight. I am very disappointed with you. I guarantee you will realize that when we are finished.”

“Finished with what?” looking at him quizzically.

As she finished her statement, Dan pulled Janet over his lap and locked her legs down with his. He had spanked her playfully but never seriously. The first swat sent her in a panic. She reached back but he grabbed her wrist and continued to swat each cheek soundly. She was yelling and pleading but Dan was determined to make his point clear. He made sure to cover every square inch of her backside until it was screaming red. Janet was sobbing limply on his lap. Sitting her up, he looked her squarely in the face.

“I am sorry that was painful. No wife of mine will be deceitful. "

Dan got up and arranged the pillows on his bed. “I want you to lean over those pillows."

“Dan, I have got your point. Please you don’t need to spank me.”

“Don’t make me have to help you over those pillows. I want you to do this willingly.”

Janet leaned over the pillows. Huge butterflies sat in the pit of her belly as she waited for what was to come. She never imagined that Dan would spank her. She would rather take the pain of a spanking than the pain of losing the man she loved. Dan hovered over Janet with his belt. Janet buried her face in the pillow. The first swat stung so bad, she wanted to escape but willed herself to accept what was to come.

Smack…smack…smack-- each one causing her to grip the bedspread tightly. Dan continued to swat her backside, even connecting a few to her thighs. He could start to see the bruises forming and backed off. He didn’t want to harm her, just teach her a serious lesson. He laid his belt on the bed and scooped Janet into his arms, hugging her tightly. He was so relieved that she had not been hurt seriously. Janet cried in his arms. She looked up at him, “Do you forgive me?”

“Yes sweetheart, I forgive you. What you did was irresponsible and I am glad that you were not harmed more seriously. Next time, you want to defy my wishes, think back to the lesson you learned tonight.”

Janet nodded and snuggled her head against his chest. She was starting to relax and started to doze off.

“It has been a long night. Let’s get you to bed.”

Dan tucked Janet in and turned off the lights. It didn’t take Janet long before she was fast asleep beside her hero.

New Beginning

2009-10-11T23:15:00.003-04:00

Chapter 3

When Tony woke in the morning the weather looked gloomy but not threatening. Gina was still sleeping peacefully, wrapped tightly in the comforter with just the tip of her head peaking out. Tony bent down and kissed her on the top of the head, leaving quietly so she could rest. He walked downstairs and could feel a nip in the air. He started a fire and when it was going strong, he added some heavier oak logs. He went into the kitchen and started the coffee machine. He enjoyed being able to have Gina wake up and start her day with coffee. Gina had always baked or cooked some incredible dish, and he knew if he came home late, there would be something waiting for him. Tony debated on whether to leave a list, he knew she might not feel well but thought she might be able to get a few things done. He wrote the list and left it by the bowl of fresh fruit on the counter. Tony had a busy day with winter starting early and trying to get established in his new office.

Gina awoke to a small ray of sunshine peeking through the window, only soon to be covered by a dark cloud. She felt a little better this morning and could smell the wood burning below. She wondered if Tony stayed home, the house seemed quiet. Gina headed downstairs and was grateful for the smell of the coffee. Then she stopped, there on the counter was a note. Gina recalled the conversation from the previous night. How Tony wanted her to step up and this was his way of helping. Gina never read the note instead she crumpled it and thought about what she wanted to do.

After breakfast, Gina looked at the boxes and decided that today was the day. She would get things taken to the perspective rooms and take the cardboard out to the barn. By lunch, she had almost all the boxes broken down. Gina was proud of her accomplishment. She ate some leftover soup and decided to take the boxes out to the barn. Just as her hands were full, her cell began to ring, it was Tony, she could tell by his ring tone. She dropped the boxes and ran to the phone. She just made it before it clicked to the answering service.
“Hey sexy,” Gina said with enthusiasm. Tony chuckled on the other end.

“You must be feeling better.”

“I have gotten most of the boxes empty and was just heading to the barn.”

“I will take care of them when I get home, I don’t want you to get chilled.”

Gina frowned, “Okay.”

“Did you get my note this morning?”

Gina thought how she had crumpled it without even looking. “Ah, huh.” she answered. Tony knew when Gina was not always telling the truth, she wouldn’t answer him directly. Gina changed the subject quickly. Tony wasn’t really listening, his mind was elsewhere. His parents were upper middle class. His father was a doctor and his mother stayed home to raise him and his brother. She kept busy with her father’s schedule, the boy’s schedules and events that she helped organize. Tony viewed his father and mother marriage as strong, never arguing, and his mother went along with what his father said. In his eyes they were a united couple. When he was about ten, he awoke thinking he heard his mother crying. As her approached his parents door, the voices were mumbled. He knocked, and waited for them to say to come in. Maybe, he knocked to quiet. He thought he heard a slapping sound, almost like leather. He decided to go back to bed. The next morning when he awoke and came to breakfast, both his parents were smiling.

“Tony…Tony! Are you there?” Gina was asking in a loud tone.

“Yes, sorry. I am just really busy.”

They said their quick goodbyes and hung up. Tony got busy with patients and put the memory behind him.
Gina looked at the boxes and looked outside. She thought she could bundle up, Tony would be tired when he got home and he didn’t need to do something she was perfectly able to do. The barn was large and the stained wood barely looked weathered. She opened the large door, as a musty smell of wet hay hit her, even with her stuffy nose. She saw the pile of recycled boxes and added the ones she had been carrying. The barn had originally boarded horses. The stalls had been cleaned and mucked of any remnants of the horses. Thank goodness, Gina thought. She saw a little field mouse scurry behind a tool left in the stall. They look so cute and wasn’t in the house, “You are in the safety zone, don’t worry little guy. Just don’t come to the house though.” She walked towards the back of the barn. There was a door to the office. She opened the door and walked in. There was a large window. The wood shutters had been closed because of the storms. There was a desk and some shelves. Gina thought this could be a nice writing room in the spring. There was a stream that ran behind the property and the fruit trees would be in bloom. She would talk to Tony about making this hers. Gina needed to get back and start dinner. Tony would be home soon and after last night, she would like to have something nice for him to come home to.

Flash Fiction Friday # 7

2009-10-09T07:47:00.007-04:00

For more FFF visit Spanky at http://spankysdailytoast.blogspot.com/

Bound by Choice

Waves of emotions ran through Deena’s head, the ropes pulling tightly on her wrists. Her body scantly clothed, exposing her milky white breasts, her backside still on fire from her previous session. She had asked him to be more dominant, but was she ready? Looking at the cane lying beside her, she tried not to focus on the pain that was to come, but the pleasure she would receive afterwards. Spanking always pleased the Master. Deena envisioned the cool ice he’d bring afterwards, swirling it around her nipples, melting from the heat of her breasts. She heard footsteps approaching.

2009-10-05T09:25:00.001-04:00

Chapter 2

Tony was knelt down blowing on the embers to start a fire. Gina loved the big rock fireplace and the oversized furniture to cuddle in. Gina walked into the kitchen and placed the kettle on the burner for the hot chocolate. She loved the old gas stove, with the big cast iron legs. It made her think of the stories the stove could tell. The house had been a B & B at one time. They had kept things as they were, but upgraded the wiring to handle smaller kitchen appliances. Tony said they would upgrade to make it more modern but she liked the simplicity of the house. The kettle was steaming and she poured the hot water over the chocolate. Carrying the cups back into the living room, Tony was sitting on the couch. He looked so attractive, with his dark blue cable knit sweater that complemented his blue eyes and dark hair. You could still see the muscles flexing beneath his sweater. He wore brown casual Dockers and wore a worn pair of Romeo slippers. Gina just wanted to have him scoop her in his arms and make love to her beside the roaring fire. Gina handed Tony his cup and he thanked her.

“Gina, I want to talk to you about the list.”

Gina started to talk but he took one finger and placed it gently on her lips. “Shush,” he said quietly.

“Just listen, you have been here two weeks and have been having trouble finding a routine.” Gina started to talk but Tony held up his hand. She remained quiet.

“I left you a list because I thought it would serve as a guideline to things we need to get accomplished.” Tony paused. “I thought you needed time the first week to tie up loose ends, get a feel for the new place, but by the second week, boxes and things needing your attention were still being left untouched.”

Tony looked at Gina and saw he had her attention. He needed his wife to understand that he loved her spirit but he needed to lead. She had a way to take what he said and turn it around.

“Gina, it is time to step up and be the organizer that you are.” She nodded at what he said.

“I am not trying to be hard on you, but you have been very distracted lately.”

“I agree, I have been a little lackadaisical. I should have gotten things put away and organized. I had every intention today of making a dent in the boxes. I don’t need you to leave me a list as if I were some child.”

“Gina, the list isn’t to make you feel like a child but to give you a direction to take.” Tony said calmly.

Gina didn’t like how the conversation was heading. She loved Tony and respected him but she didn’t want a father. Gina’s dad had left when she was only six. She had been so close to him and never understood why he left. She blamed her mom at first but realized later, he was the jerk for leaving her mom and herself to take care of each other. She always felt a little resentment towards men in general but not that it ever really affected her life. Now, she was married to this wonderful man, who cherished her and took care of her so affectionately. Tony always made sure he had her best interest at heart.

Gina sneezed. Tony touched the back of his hand to her forehead, Gina felt warm. He left to go get her a blanket and some antibiotics from his bag. When Tony told Gina that he wanted to be a country doctor, at first she had her reservations. Leaving the big city, quitting her job she had worked so hard at. Gina had been shopping in Manhattan when she spotted the leather oversized doctor bag and knew she had to get it for Tony. The smile on his face when she gave it to him was all the conformation she needed to know she was making the right decision.

Tony walked back with a comforter and wrapped it around Gina. He gave her the antibiotics with a look of …I told you so. Gina smiled. Tony settled back down on the couch as if deep in thought. Gina wanted to say something that would ease his thoughts but she remained quiet. Tony still felt the issue was unresolved but thought since Gina may be getting ill, he decided to put off the conversation. Instead, he went and made her some soup. Heated up the rest of the baguette and got her to bed.

New Beginning

2009-10-02T14:58:00.002-04:00

This was my first attempt writing. The story is about a couple and the trouble that comes with a new marriage. Gina marries a man with old fashioned values and finds out she has met her match.

NEW BEGINNINGS
Chapter 1

The day was dark. Black clouds hung luminously, threatening to pour at a moment notice. Gina rolled over in bed. She did not want to leave the warmth of her thick down comforter. She really needed to start her day but with one quick glance outside, she would prefer to roll over and go back to sleep.
Gina and Tony were newlyweds, and had just moved to the small town of Weston, Kentucky. She had never been much of a country girl. She loved the excitement of the big city. Her husband, Tony was a Doctor. He had always dreamed of starting a family in a small town, being a man with old-fashioned values.
Gina stepped on to the wood floors, sending a chill through her. She raced to grab her bathrobe and hoped Tony had started the coffee before he left. As she walked down stairs, she became overwhelmed by the boxes that were scattered through many rooms. Some had been opened. Newspaper was strewn about like there had been a party. Gina sighed. She had been promising Tony that she would have everything straightened up for the last two weeks. She had good intentions, but would get easily distracted going over e-mails, chatting with friends and tying up loose ends from her job she left behind. She was determined to make a dent, so when Tony got home she could have a lovely dinner waiting by candlelight.
She smelled the coffee as she approached the kitchen. She saw a plate with a pastry and a note beside it. Tony had always taken good care of Gina, almost in a fatherly way. She took a bite of the pastry and grabbed a cup of coffee before sitting down to read the note. ‘Gina, we have been here for more than two weeks. There are boxes still needing to be unpacked, errands to be run, and everyday an excuse.’ Gina, didn’t like that last statement, but continued to read. ‘From now on, you will be left with a list of what I expect done by the time I arrive home.’ At this point, Gina was not sure how to feel, had her husband just told her she was going to have a chore list like some child? Her first response was to call Tony and ask him what he was thinking… making demands on her. She calmed herself. Tonight, she would let him know that she wasn’t a child, and didn’t need him to leave a daily reminder on how to spend her day.
After finishing her pastry and coffee, Gina thought it would be nice to take a run. Glancing outside, on her way upstairs, she decided she would take her chances with the storm. Gina put on her sweats and shoes. She spotted the warm wool hat, snatching it as she left her room. Autumn was fading and winter was fast approaching.
Gina ran down the front steps, stopping to stretch. She glanced up the long tree lined driveway that was covered in fallen leaves of brilliant orange, yellow and red leaves. The air smelled so fresh, she breathed in deeply. She thought she heard thunder growling in the background, she paused having second thoughts, but she wanted to clear her mind.
Gina started running taking in the beautiful scenery of the country road. Everything was so quiet and peaceful unlike the busy city of New York they had left. The houses were spread apart with several acres between them. They looked as though they belonged in a Norman Rockwell painting. Weston was a close knit community and Gina hoped that she would meet some people that weren’t fast to pass judgment on the new girl. The thunder was becoming increasingly louder and the rain started to pour. Gina loved to run in the rain but Tony didn’t like her to…because of safety issues. Gina smiled, thinking we aren’t in the big city any longer. She was in a pace and let her mind wander but in the back recesses of her thoughts, was the note that Tony had left. She glanced down at her watch amazed how the morning had past, she turned around and headed back home. The rain was really coming down and lightning was striking. Now even Gina was a little concerned. As Gina approached the driveway she saw his jeep and was surprised that he had got home so early. She set a quicker pace to get home.
When Gina raced through the door, she was drenched, a large puddle of water starting to form at her feet. Tony walked into the room. He had a frown forming on his face but rushed to get Gina a towel.

“Gina, what were you thinking? You know how I feel about you running in the rain!” Tony exclaimed. “Why don’t you have your phone? What if something had happened?”

Tony had made a rule that if Gina ran she always carried her phone. Gina started to talk but Tony continued, not giving her the chance to speak.

“I have been calling all morning. I had to leave the office because I thought something might be wrong.”

Gina felt bad. She never intended to have Tony leave the office and worse, come home to find her missing without her phone.

“I just get so frustrated with you Gina!” Tony sighed.

She wanted to walk over and hug him, apologize for being so irresponsible. Remembering she was dripping, she looked up as tears began to form. “I am sorry Tony, I didn’t think.”

“That is right Gina, you didn’t think!” Gina looked at him and wondered why he was making such a big deal about this.

“Tony, we live in the country, what could happen?”

Tony thought for a moment, on how to deal with his head strong wife. When Tony fell in love with Gina, he saw this beautiful, intelligent woman who loved the simple things in life. She had grown up with a single mom and things were hard. Gina had always been determined to have the finer things in life but never forgot her roots. She excelled in school and landed a job as an editor to a famous cooking magazine. Gina had loved meeting the different culinary stars and attending gala’s. Tony knew Gina was always concerned about the food going to her waistline, so she worked out religiously. Tony also knew the first time meeting Gina, that she would be his wife.

Tony approached Gina. He saw the tears and realized he had made his point. He hugged her quickly telling her to change before she became one of his patients. Gina slipped off her shoes and peeled out of her wet clothes. Wrapped in the wet towel and shivering she ran up the stairs. The storm was coming down, and by the look of things, it wasn’t going to end any time soon. Tony made a call to his office telling his secretary to go home. He had decided to cancel the rest of the day and spend time with Gina. Tony was determined to set some things straight.