Famous Last Words

Famous Last Words is a sequel to Paying the Price and was the 7th book that I’ve published.  This is also the first that I published independently.  In fact, to celebrate, I’d decided to put this book on sale for the next few days (April 25-May2) it’ll be available for just $1.99 on Amazon.   It’s also available on KU.

Although it is a sequel to  Paying the Price, it’s also a stand-alone story (as Kasey and Alex from Paying the Price are secondary characters in this story).   If you’d like to know more about Paying the Price, you can find my post about it and an excerpt here.  This story focuses on Kasey’s cousin, Allie, and digs a little deeper into the secrets that are revealed in Paying the Price as well.   Below is a little excerpt to wet your tastebuds.

Excerpt from Famous Last words

Taylor frowned, and chewing her lip managed, “Does that mean you’re going to…”

“Spank you?  Yes.   I think you need this, honey, and I think you need something else.”

“Something else?” Taylor squeaked, expecting the worst.

“After I take you over my knee and turn your backside a lovely shade of pink, I’m going to escort you over to that bed,” Allie paused and pointed for emphasis, “And make sweet, passionate, love to you until we both pass out.”

Taylor swallowed hard, her eyes going wide at Allie’s description.  “You will?”

“What we had in the cave was special, Taylor, but there is so much more for us out here, in the real world.”

Taylor nodded and slowly stood.   Her hand going to the front of her jeans, she paused before looking back up at Allie.  “Pants down?”  Waiting for the nod, she then added, “panties too?”

Allie chuckled.  “You never have to ask me that question, honey.”

Taylor gave her half a smile as she wiggled her jeans and panties down to her knees before she realized that her shoes were in the way of getting them off entirely.

“Hold it,” Allie stopped her cold.  “You don’t need to take them off.  That’s far enough.  I am planning on having fun with you later, but don’t be mistaken, this is a punishment that we need to clear up first.”

Taylor blushed as she stood back up, totally exposed to Allie.  She felt naked in the cave, but this was worse.  At least this time Allie didn’t have a hairbrush, at least not one she could see.  That was one bonus to burning everything they had, she’d been all too happy to add the brush to the pile.   Taking a deep breath as Allie continued to study her, she managed, “I’m sorry I lied to you about my phone.  It wasn’t my intention to lie specifically, but rather to secure all the angles once I figured out what was going on.”

Allie gave her a small frown but reached out for her hand.  Taylor then felt herself being pulled closer and then gently guided over Allie’s lap.  This time it was different as Allie allowed Taylor’s upper body to rest on the seat cushion of the bench, while her feet dangled over the other side.  Her pants were still at her knees, restricting her movements, but any way she looked at it, it was better than the cave floor.

As Allie traced her fingers over Taylor’s exposed backside, Taylor shivered in anticipation.  She was strangely looking forward to it, yet wanting it to be over so they could get to the bed even more.  She knew Allie had a kink for this and from the dampness that was settling between her legs she couldn’t help wonder if maybe she did too.

“I understand,” Allie’s voice began, “that you weren’t trying to be malicious, but you weren’t on a mission, and you only made the trouble that you already started worse by further covering it up with your lie.  It also disturbs me that if what you say is true, that you were waiting to make a decision, then I would have expected you to confess your cover-up as soon as possible.  Instead, I had to come to you.”

“But when you asked me, I told you.”

“True, which is why I’m only going to use my hand for this spanking.  You didn’t make it worse by further covering up with another lie, and for that, I am proud of you.  You have good instincts, Taylor, and you are going to make a wonderful Amazon.”

“What if I don’t want to be an Amazon,” Taylor protested only to yip as Allie swatted her.

“You’re already an Amazon, you just haven’t accepted it yet.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Taylor turned her head to meet Allie’s green eyes.

Allie however just gave her a smile and another swat.  “Alright, enough, it’s time to move on.”

Taylor let out an exaggerated sigh but jumped as Allie swatted her again.  This time it wasn’t just once, but the first in a continuous stream that soon had Taylor squirming and fighting to hold position.  Taylor wasn’t counting, but after a few seconds, she’d had enough and was ready to be done.  Unfortunately for her, Allie wasn’t.   The spanking in the cave had been painful, and although this one didn’t include the use of that hairbrush, the building heat was no different.

The squirming gradually increased, as did Allie’s hold on her.  At one point she felt Allie pause and reposition, pulling her closer.  The moment made Taylor panic, but feel oddly secure at the same time.  She knew that no matter how much she squirmed or fought, Allie wasn’t going to let her go.  She’d never have to worry about falling as long as Allie was there to catch her.

The thought made Taylor’s throat tighten and as Allie’s spanks continued to rain down, she had a blink her eyes as they started to burn.  A sniffle and a small groan escaped, but then suddenly Allie stopped.   Taylor tensed as she felt Allie’s hand rest on her smarting cheeks.  She looked over her shoulder, slightly confused, only to get a small smile from Allie.

Allie gave her another pat, and then let her fingers slip down between her cheeks and toward Taylor’s middle.  Taylor’s eyes went wide as she felt Allie gently tickle her.  She tried to push her legs further apart but was hindered by her pants that were still hovering around her knees.

Seeing Taylor’s struggle, Allie giggled.  She withdrew her fingers and tapped Taylor softly, motioning for her to get up.  Taylor did, not waiting or asking for permission before she quickly kicked off her shoes and socks, before shedding her pants and panties.  Naked from the waist down, she then accepted Allie’s offer and pulled her longer frame into a ball on Allie’s lap.

“I’m too big for this,” Taylor grumbled as Allie wrapped her arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

“No, you’re not.  As long as you need it, we’ll always figure out a way.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” Taylor replied.

“I know, but I want you to realize something else.  I didn’t spank you just because of the lie.”

“You didn’t?”
“No, tell me, Taylor, how do you feel about covering up the pictures now?”

Taylor was quiet for a moment.  “Better.  I guess I was feeling guilty, but I know it’s over now, and it’s time to move on.”

“Exactly, because I spanked you, you feel forgiven, and I have forgiven you.  Always know that, sweetheart.  When your punishment is over, you are forgiven,” Allie reassured her, making her point by kissing Taylor on the temple.

Taylor took a deep breath and nodded.  “Time to move on?”

“Exactly, time to move on.”

“To the bed?” Taylor asked looking up and catching green eyes.

Allie shook her head but giggled.  “Might be a bit more comfortable than this bench.”

“Anything is more comfortable than that cave floor.”

“True,” Allie smiled, giving Taylor a gentle swat as Taylor shifted off Allie’s lap and back onto her feet.

Taylor then offered a hand to Allie, pulling her up and into a long kiss as she stood.  Again not asking or waiting for permission, Taylor then surprised Allie by bending slightly and scooping her up into her arms.

“Taylor!” Allie protested but clung onto Taylor tightly.  “Put me down.”

Taylor answered her with another kiss as she crossed the short distance to the double bed on the far end of the RV.   Careful to lay Allie down, Taylor then took her time to undress her, going so far as to slap Allie’s hands away when she tried to help.  Allie chided Taylor playfully, but Taylor was having too much fun to notice.


Scare Me Like That Again — Part Four

This is the final part of this story.  If you’d like to read more about Sarah, Melissa, and Melissa twin sister, Beth, you can find them in Confessions of Gemini on Amazon.  In the meantime, if you missed any of the beginnings of this story, you can find part 1, part 2, and part 3 here.   Enjoy!

Scare Me Like That Again — Part Four

“Thirty,” Melissa started, giving Sarah a medium pop with her palm.  Sarah grunted, squirmed, and tried to keep focus. “Twenty-nine,” Melissa then said, with another pop.

Sarah whimpered, wiggling her backside and wishing that Melissa would just hurry up.  The next twenty-eight counts were surely going to kill her.  Twenty-seven hit low, making Sarah wince at it connected with her lower cheek, right where it met her thigh, and then it’s twin, twenty-six left a matching palm-print on her other cheek.

The sting lingered and Sarah found herself wiggling.  It was almost distracting enough to pull her from what was going on between her legs, but that was quickly forgotten as Melissa paused and massaged her bottom.  She then let her fingers roam, flowing between Sarah’s legs and touching her opening, just below where Sarah had the vibrating egg pressed. Melissa dipped her fingers between Sarah’s wet lips, rubbing back and forth for a moment, making Sarah instinctively clench, trying to prevent the wave of passion that she felt threatening to explode.  

In the back of her mind, she just wanted to let it go, but Melissa’s warning kept her squirming.  She knew her partner well enough that the punishment for disobedience wouldn’t be worth it, even if this had started as a play session when Melissa got in a toppy mood, there was no mistaking it for anything but serious.

All too soon, Melissa again let go and returned her palm to Sarah’s backside. “What number were we on again?”

Sarah’s eyes went wide.  She had no idea. “Um,” she hesitated and then winced as Melissa tapped her.  

“Yeah, I thought so.  Maybe we should just start over.  I was counting from fifty right?”

“Thirty!” Sarah immediately countered.  “I swear it was thirty.”

Melissa chuckled and tapped her again.  “Thirty then,” she said giving Sarah a half-strength swat.  

“Twenty-nine,” Sarah again immediately added.  

“So it is,” Melissa said, giving her another swat.  She then resumed swatting, slowly, back and forth. She didn’t count aloud, but Sarah was counting in her head and knew that her partner was doing the same.  

By the time she reached eleven, and then ten, Sarah was again writhed.  “Alright, Sarahbell,” Melissa encouraged. “Nine… eight… seven….”

At the sixth swat, Sarah yelled out, “Six.. five… oh god, four… three… oh, Mel… two.. And ONE!” And Sarah could no longer control herself.  She arched her back and let go, feeling wave after wave of pleasure course over her. Her legs started to shake and she found herself collapsing onto the mattress.  Her hand went limp and pulled the egg away. She almost didn’t notice Melissa take it from her and turn it off.

“Oh God,” Sarah moaned into the mattress as Melissa supported her by rubbing her back.  “That was… that was amazing. Maybe I should startle you more often.”

Melissa merely chuckled as she climbed onto the bed in front of her partner and scooted close to pet her hair. “Incorrigible, I tell you, incorrigible.”

Sarah moaned into the mattress once more before pulling herself up to lay her head on Melissa’s lap. The two women sat together in the still silence for some time before Sarah placed a kiss to her lover’s thigh. “Love you,” she mumbled tiredly as her eyes drooped.

“I love you too,” Melissa smiled as Sarah’s eyes stayed closed.

Sarah muttered something else but ended up sighing as Melissa’s hand trailed down to her bottom and started to gently stroke and pat it.  It was very warm, and although it was only part of her that was still throbbing she knew she was going to remember this moment every time she sat down for the next day or two.

“We should think about dinner,” Melissa said as she continued to pat her.

“I’m not hungry,” Sarah mumbled.

Melissa chuckled again.  “You will be as soon as the feeling returns to your legs”

Sarah wrinkled her nose and looked at up Melissa.  “My legs aren’t the thing I’m worried about,” she said, rubbing her own backside.  “Maybe I just don’t want to sit at the table.”

“Is that all,” Melissa smiled.

“No,” Sarah moaned as she rolled over and looked up at Melissa, meeting her eyes.  “I”m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just having fun.”

“Who says I wasn’t having fun too?” Melissa teased.

Sarah’s eyes went wide before she promptly stuck out her tongue.  “Now who is the brat?”

“Still you, dear.”

“Hmpt,” Sarah grumbled. “Alright, I’ll eat, and sit down at a table on one condition.”

“What’s that?” Melissa asked, cocking a curious eyebrow.

“Surprise, you’re taking me out to dinner!”

“How about… Surprise! YOU are cooking me dinner,” Melissa countered.

“Hey, I’m the one with the sore backside.”

“Yeah, and cooking will keep you on your feet a bit longer,” Melissa winked.

Sarah’s lip tucked into a pout before she suddenly smiled after getting an idea.  “How about I’ll stand to order a pizza, then we can cuddle on the sofa while we wait?”

“Hmmm…” Melissa considered.  “I suppose that would be acceptable.”

Sarah agreed with a nod before slipping away from her partner and standing.  Again, her hands went to her backside, giving herself a sympathy rub. “I don’t suppose surprising you with pineapple will work tonight?”

“I think we’ve had enough surprises, and what did I say last time you ordered pineapple on my pizza?”

Sarah wrinkled her nose.  “You wouldn’t really spank me again tonight, would you?”

Melissa gave Sarah a small growl. “You wanna bet?”

“Actually, this may surprise you, but no.”

“What did I say about surprises?”

“So… then that’s a yes on the pineapple?”

“Sarah Anabelle…” Melissa warned, but Sarah had already turned and fled into the kitchen.  With a little luck, she’d be able to grab her phone and hide in the bathroom before Melissa could intervene. Truth be told she wasn’t the biggest fan of pineapple either, but then it always surprised her how much Melissa hated it, especially on pizza. Some surprises were so worth it, even if it meant another day or two before she could actually sit comfortably again.

Paying the Price

Paying the Price started off as a short story that I wrote for a creative writing class.   I really had no idea what I was doing, and this story was the first real thing that I finished (from start to end in a reasonable amount of time).  The original was just 10k words long, but then changed it and made it more complex into a full-length novel.

This novel starts off what I call my “Amazon” series and stars Kasey and Alex.  It does have a sequel, Famous Last Words, in which Kasey and Alex are secondary characters, but it continues the overall storyline.  There is also a third book, which someday I may publish (it’s almost done!).   The funny part is all three of these books have a foundation in creative writing, as I wrote all three for three separate classes.

Below is an excerpt… enjoy!


Paying the Price

“Where are you going?” Alex’s rough whisper practically scared Kasey half to death as she tried to slip out of the bed.

Putting a hand over her chest, Kasey took a breath before answering. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Where are you going?” Alex repeated, giving Kasey no quarter.

Kasey sighed. She had been hoping to slip out and shoot off a few emails. She at least needed to let people know that she’d be out of contact for a couple of days. Alex didn’t understand how important that was. She couldn’t just drop off the grid; it was impossible. Knowing she couldn’t admit to that though, she replied, “I was just going to the bathroom.”

“Ah, okay,” Alex answered before she rolled over.

Kasey blinked, surprised how easily Alex trusted her. In a way that hurt, for Alex had no idea what thoughts were running through her head, but in another way, it gave Kasey an opportunity. As long as Alex didn’t really know what she was up to, she could continue to do what she needed to do. The only problem was she couldn’t do it now. Now that Alex had woken up, she knew her time was limited. Sneaking up to her office was impossible. Deciding that she had to at least follow through and actually go to the bathroom, she headed in that direction only to pause when she noticed Alex’s cell phone sitting on the edge of the dresser.

She normally wouldn’t even think about invading Alex’s privacy, but she was desperate. Grabbing the phone, she tucked it into her palm before scampering the rest of the way to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she then closed and locked the door before smiling. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, but there was something about knowing she just got away with something that was also invigorating.

Looking down at the phone, it only took her three tries to guess Alex’s passcode. Her partner wasn’t really that predictable, but then she knew Alex better than just about anyone. The second level of security was a little more difficult, but then she’d written the protocol for it, and knew how to backdoor her way into the system. It took her less than two minutes to hack into her own email account via the PLUTO servers.

Taking another three or four minutes to scan through her inbox, she had just finished replying to the most urgent of them when she heard a knock on the door.

“Kasey, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute,” Kasey replied, cursing under her breath as the doorknob jiggled.

“Why is the door locked? What are you doing?” Alex’s voice again came through the door.

Kasey’s stomach tightened. “It is? That’s strange. Hang on a minute, I’m almost done,” she called, shooting off one last email before she started to reset Alex’s phone back to her own settings.

“Kasey,” Alex’s voice again came through the door, as the door again jiggled and then to Kasey’s horror opened. Meeting narrowed blue eyes, Kasey swallowed hard. Alex’s phone was still in her hand and as she was almost casually leaning against the counter, it was obvious she wasn’t using the room for its intended purpose.

Her cheeks reddening, she almost absently reached behind her and flushed the toilet. “I guess I’m done.”

“Is that my phone?” Alex pressed, taking the device from Kasey’s hands. She looked back at Kasey, who couldn’t help it as her cheeks blushed deeper.

“I didn’t know where you hid mine,” she tried not to whine. “I wasn’t snooping, I swear,” Kasey quickly added as Alex took a step toward her. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked as Alex grabbed her hand and started to pull her back to the bedroom. “You don’t understand, I couldn’t just… You didn’t even give me a chance to explain.”

Alex continued to practically drag her until they stopped abruptly as they reached Kasey’s vanity. It was closer to the bathroom than Alex’s and as Alex grabbed her chair and turned it around, Kasey tried very hard not to give in to her wobbly knees when Alex sat down and then met her with a hard glare.

“Please, Alex, be reasonable,” she tried once again. “You don’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand, Kasey Jane?” Alex used Kasey’s hated middle name with force. “I thought I was pretty clear last night. Grounded means no electronics, including phones. So you lied to me, stole, and I’m assuming hacked my phone, tried to hide that fact, and then accused me of not giving you a chance to explain. So, young lady, here is your chance. What exactly don’t I understand?”

Kasey’s eyes immediately sought the floor. She felt all of about eight years old, being scolded like a little girl. “Okay, you make it sound bad, but you didn’t give me much choice. You didn’t even let me tell Sam that I wouldn’t be available for the next two days,” she started quietly, before raising her eyes again. “I can’t just disappear.”

“I called Sam last night. I told him that I thought you needed a break and some downtime. He agreed and he knows that if it’s an emergency he can get you through me.”

“You did?” Kasey blinked.

“Of course I did. I understand that you can’t just disappear. I don’t want PLUTO agents storming the house thinking something happened to you. I was planning on telling you in the morning since you were in bed before I had the chance to call.”

“Oh.” Kasey shifted.

“Yeah,” Alex drew out. “Which brings us back to why we are up at two in the morning. I think we can both agree that your behavior is not acceptable.”

Kasey squirmed for a moment before suddenly asking, “How did you open the door?”

Alex rolled her eyes. “There is a key on the molding above the door.”

“There is?” Kasey blinked in surprise.

“Yes, but that is beside the point. I can’t believe that you actually stole my phone and pulled a stunt like this, Kasey. Really, I’m at a loss for words.”

Kasey chewed her lip but gave Alex a small nod. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too, but after our discussion last night, I think you know what to expect now,” Alex continued, reaching out and grabbing Kasey’s hand.

Kasey was forced to take a step forward. She then sniffled as Alex wiggled down both her pajama bottoms and her panties before guiding her over her lap. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Kasey tried as she felt Alex pat her very exposed backside. The position was too traditional, and although it wasn’t the first time Kasey had experienced it, this time the tone was different.

“I love you, Kasey,” Alex started before she pulled back her hand and Kasey felt the first kiss of her palm. “But I’m also very disappointed. You are purposely trying to be deceptive, sneaky, and just plain naughty.”

Kasey winced as Alex paused to give her a half a dozen zingers. “Ouch! I’m sorry.”

“Not yet, but you will be,” Alex counted with another swat. “Prepare yourself, Kasey Jane. You’re about to find out what a real spanking feels like.”

Kasey swallowed hard, but before she could reply Alex opened up her attack. Within moments Kasey found herself dancing all over Alex’s lap. Alex was holding her around the waist, preventing her from slipping off, but all Kasey could do was focus on the fire that Alex was steadily stoking.

Kasey squirmed and struggled against the force of Alex’s palm, but there was no escaping it. Before she knew it, she found her breath caught in her throat. She choked back a sob as her eyes blurred and filled. Salty tears soon found their way down her cheeks, and fell onto the carpet below.

The spanking seemed to last forever, as Alex was unrelenting with her swats, yet it was over almost as soon as it began. The next thing Kasey realized was Alex was lifting her off her lap and pulling her into it. On instinct, she curled up into a ball as she soaked Alex’s pajama top with the rest of her tears. “Hey now, it’s over,” Alex cooed once the worst of her sobs had passed. “It’s over,” Alex continued, “You’re forgiven.”

Kasey sniffled before looking up into clear blue eyes. “I am?”

“Of course,” Alex managed a smile before kissing Kasey in the middle of her forehead. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too,” Kasey returned, as her hand found its way to her throbbing backside. Giving herself a sympathy rub, she wrinkled her nose. “But damn, I never knew you could spank like that.”

Alex chuckled. “I guess that’s another secret that’s out of the bag, and one that you’ll do well to remember.” Her voice dropped in warning. “Now come on, I think we need to head back to bed.”

Scare Me Like That Again — Part 3

Here is the 3rd part of Scare Me Like That again.  You can Find Part One Here, and Part Two here.   I believe there will be at least one more part as well.   These characters, of course, come from the short story, Confessions of Gemini that was co-written by myself and Logan Tyler.  If you haven’t checked out her blog, Logan’s Secrets, you’ve been missing out!

Scare Me Like That Again-Part Three

Melissa placed a sharper, resounding swat on the across the center of both cheeks, before beginning to pat once more.  “I can see you’ve not had enough attention, young lady! I’m going to make sure you don’t sit comfortable tomorrow!”

Melissa’s voice was firm and husky from arousal making it even sexier than normal.  It caused Sarah to shiver a bit, but she was suddenly distracted as she felt Melissa’s hand travel back between her thighs and tease her sensitive flesh.  She whimpered; the fire below almost instantly reigniting.

Sarah began pushing back, trying to gain more contact before Melissa pulled her hand away again, only to be interrupted by Melissa’s scold. “Not yet, little brat. Up you go and over the end of the bed.”

Sarah whined as she felt Melissa’s hands on her hips, helping her stand. She was still a little shaky from pleasure and had to pause as Melissa stood and stepped closer to her. Melissa’s hand cupped Sarah’s face before she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. She continued kissing for a long moment as her hands gently fell from Sarah’s face and started to roam over Sarah’s chest.  Soon, both sets of hands were liberally exploring each other’s soft curves; caressing, pinching, and groping as tongues began to intertwine.

Sarah’s administrations started to head south, but when she reached Melissa’s center, Melissa caught her hand. “I don’t think so. We’re not done with you yet, miss.”

“Oh come on, Mel.  I want to make you whither and squirm too.”

Melissa gave Sarah a crooked smile before turning her around and swatting her over the edge of the bed.  Forced on her belly, Sarah couldn’t help but pout. Melissa wasn’t playing fair tonight. She crossed her arms, tucking her head in them and shifted from foot to foot as she realized that something wasn’t right.  Melissa was too quiet and suddenly being bent over the bed felt awkward and exposed.

“Turn around and you’ll regret it, young lady,” Melissa warned, startling Sarah as she snapped her head back to the front.  She shifted her hips, this time feeling not exposed or awkward but again aroused. That tone, that threat, the way that Melissa had total control over her was causing goosebumps to rise on her arm.

Sarah was so focused on the tingling in her lower regions, that she was again startled. This time it was by a small cool bit of leather that Melissa was teasing her bottom with.  Melissa rubbed to the right, then the left, and then suddenly it left her backside only to come back down with a sharp crack and a sting.

“Ouch!” Sarah grunted and then practically danced as the bit of leather was turned on end and traced along the inside of her cheeks, past per darkest hole and sensitive inner thigh.

“How do you like my new toy?” Melissa teased, using it to kiss Sarah’s cheek again with another sharp crack.  “I picked it up last week at the feed supply store.”

Sarah’s brow knit together for a moment before she smiled, remembering a conversation they’d had just last week about leather and things they’d both been curious about.  “It is a crop? It’s interesting.”

“Mmhmm,” Melissa acknowledged as she tapped the leather lightly against wetness. “I’m going to make you squirt before you come again, Sarahbelle.”

Melissa’s words made Sarah squirm.  She jumped again as Melissa surprised her with yet another sensation. Without warning, Melissa leaned down and rubbed an egg-shaped device along Sarah’s entrance.  It was already on, humming slowly and torturing Sarah with every electronic wave.

Sarah couldn’t help gasping and tensing as Melissa teased her lips and then slowly inserted it, pressing it against her button and making Sarah writhe in anticipation. “Mel… I’m… I’m not going… to last,” Sarah whined as her pink bottom moved up and down.

           “Oh, you will last as long as I say you will, Sarahbell, or I’ll really punish you,” Melissa whispered almost daring her to go over the edge before she struck her with the crop her again.  One stingy lick was followed quickly by another, each leaving a tiny red kiss on Sarah’s already tender flesh.

           The renewed pain coupled with the constant vibrations caused Sarah to moan into the bed. She gripped the sheets tightly as Melissa trailed the small vibrator down to her clit and held it teasingly in place.

           “Hold this baby. I’m going to need my hand,” Melissa directed.

Obeintianly, Sarah’s hand snuck under her body and down between her thighs to the magical egg. Her fingers briefly mingled with Melissa as Melissa let go her hold on the toy and Sarah took over.

“Don’t you even think about turning the speed up either, young lady!” Melissa threatened.  The warning was quickly rewarded as Melissa switched the crop back to her right hand and gave Sarah a quick pop along her right thigh, leaving a distinctive pink mark.  The lick stung, and Sarah found herself again writhing. One hand was focused on keeping the toy just in that right spot and the other still tightly gripping the bed sheet.  Her backside was shamelessly stuck up in the air, and her breasts pressed uncomfortably against the mattress, but all Sarah could focus on was the humming between her legs and the occasional sting of her lover’s crop.  

             Sarah was lost between a world of pleasure and pain, which only fueled her desire.  She wanted to come and needed to come, but Melissa’s warning kept her on edge. It almost made it worse.  She’d take a strapping or switching in trade releasing her pleasure, but disappointing Melissa would be too high a price.  Her lover was holding her back, but at the same time, Sarah knew that Melissa was only doing so to make the pleasure more intense.

Almost as if on cue, Melissa pulled the crop back and began to paint Sarah’s bottom with more splotches or red.  She liberally covered both cheeks, her sit spots, even occasionally kissed her thighs. She was slow but rhythmic and as the pain increased, Sarah danced over the edge of the bed and moaned with ever lick laid on her bottom.

           Sarah’s bottom was throbbing as were her inner folds. Her movements became more frantic as her hand pressed harder into her own body.  “Please Melissa, please no more… I need too… I must,” Sarah begged.

Melissa answered her by redoubling her efforts with the crop.  It struck lower, narrowing its interests on her lower cheeks. Sarah squealed and bucked, but she also held on tightly to her egg.   She was almost there and wasn’t about to give up now. “Please Melissa,” she begged again, almost in a whisper. “I’m going to explode.”

“Not yet, bell.  In fact, I’m going to count down from 30.  When I get there, then you may let go,” finally Melissa assured her.

Sarah found herself nodding into the mattress. She needed that count down, she wanted it.  The egg wasn’t just buzzing anymore, but getting hot. It was almost uncomfortable, but its job wasn’t done yet.  Neither was Melissa’s attention to her backside as she felt her lover’s palm rub back and forth across her swollen cheeks.  

“Thirty,” Melissa started, giving Sarah a medium pop with her palm.  Sarah grunted, squirmed, and tried to keep focus. “Twenty-nine,” Melissa then said, with another pop.

Sarah whimpered, wiggling her backside and wishing that Melissa would just hurry up.  The next twenty-eight counts was surely going to kill her.  

Standing Strong — Morgan and Dakota Book 2

Morgan and Dakota are some of my favorite characters.   Dakota is such a little imp, and Morgan is strong, yet flawed in a way, unlike any other character I’ve ever done.  These two together, however, are magic.   Standing Strong is the 2nd books in the Morgan and Dakota series.  It was also the 2nd books I published solo and the 4th book I ever published.  They also appear in a short story in an Anthology  (Fourteen Firsts) that I edited and published with Claire Britain (of Wayward Angels and  Reining in Riley and Riley’s Reckoning), and… someday, there might even be a 3rd book (yes, I have started it.)  For now, however, I hope you enjoy this little excerpt from Standing Strong and if you’re interested in the first book, Standing Firm, you can find out more about it here! 


Excerpt from Standing Strong

Dakota let out and long breath.  “I was just going a couple of miles over the speed limit, honest, it was like the cop had something out for me.”

“Let me see it.”

“See it?”

“The ticket,” Morgan clarified.

“It’s, well,” Dakota sighed in defeat.  She was hoping to avoid this part.  Knowing there was no way out of it she crossed the room to her desk and opened the top drawer.  Shuffling through a few papers, she pulled out a pink slip that she’d received in the mail just a couple of hours before.  Hands shaking, she passed it to Morgan, biting her lip anxiously as Morgan mulled it over.

“You were going 55 in a 40, and failed to fully yield at a stop sign?” Morgan asked with another raised eyebrow.  “That’s more than a couple of miles over the speed limit, Kody, and were you just planning on leaving the stop sign part out?”

“It’s not as bad as you think,” Dakota tried to explain.  “See, I didn’t realize I was going that fast, then I saw the lights from the motorcycle cop, and he distracted me and I just didn’t see the stop sign.  I mean he was like hiding.  They aren’t supposed to do that,” she practically whined.

Morgan let out a long controlled breath.  “Alright.  And what does this have to do with the laptop?”

Dakota looked down at the ground.  “I was trying to sign up for an online traffic school class.”
“So you could pay the fine and just take the class without me being any the wiser.”

It wasn’t a question, and Dakota could only sniffle.  It didn’t get any better as Morgan grabbed her arm and pulled her closer.  Her adorable black and white skater-skirt suddenly wasn’t as cute as Dakota found it flipped up over her back just a second after Morgan pulled her over her knee.

Dakota didn’t even have time to contemplate the merits of never wearing a skirt again before she was suddenly staring at the carpet and yelping as Morgan’s palm made sharp contact with her panties.  Nineteen more crisps spanks followed, although Dakota would have sworn it was more like a thousand.

Suddenly righted, Dakota found one hand wiping away tears as the other tried to rub the sting from her backside.  She could only sniffle as Morgan pointed a warning finger at her.

“That,” Morgan started her lecture, “Was for trying to be sneaky.  We are going to have a long talk about this tonight, but right now we have a party to get to.”

“I don’t wanna go,” Dakota whined.

“Too bad.  Everyone is going to be there and they all expect you to be as well.  You know what a big deal these end-of-the-season wrap parties are.  You’re the star, Dakota, you can’t miss it.”

Dakota frowned and rubbed again.  “Can I at least put some pants on?”

“I don’t think so,” Morgan quickly decided. “I like the idea that I can access your backside or thigh,” she paused and gave Dakota a half-hearted swat to the back of her closest thigh to illustrate, “in case I need too.  I expect you to be on your best, and I mean best behavior tonight, Dakota.”

Dakota nodded, chewing her lip and trying not to start crying again.  She knew that Morgan wouldn’t hesitate to pull her back over her lap.  Letting her lip slip into a pout however, she realized she was missing something.  “Morgan, are you really mad at me?”

Morgan sighed.  “Disappointed.  And not so much that you got a ticket, although we’re going to talk about that, but rather you lied and tried to cover it up.”

Dakota hung her head.  “Can I at least have a hug?” she managed after a long moment of self-pity.

Morgan didn’t need to be asked twice.  She reached out and easily pulled Dakota into her lap.  Squeezing her tightly she also kissed her soundly.  It was just what they both needed.  After Dakota settled, Morgan let her slide back onto her feet, before she lifted her skirt again.

This time though she lifted the front, rather than the back, and Dakota blushed as Morgan’s hand ran down the front of her navy-blue, lace panties and settled between her legs.  Dakota shifted in embarrassment as Morgan suppressed the smirk finding them obviously damp from Dakota’s excitement.

Giving her a look, Dakota blushed.  “I can’t help it.”

“I know, but maybe I can.  You still have those Hello-Kitty panties from Vegas, right?”

Dakota’s face fell, giving Morgan all the answer she needed.  “Since you’re so interested in childish behavior, I want you to take these off, and put a pair of those on.  Then you can find a corner for a bit.”

“Morgan, really?”

“Yes, really,” Morgan emphasized with another swat.  Although this one was over the skirt, Dakota got the message.  She could only blush as she hurried to follow Morgan’s directions as her lover watched.

Little Bard: Chapter 18 — Epilogue

Well, this is it… this is the last chapter of Little Bard.  If you’d like to read more of my Fan Fiction they can be found on my FanFiction Page here.   You can also find my published works on Amazon and other sites.   If you loved Little Bard, I’m sure you’ll like my other stories as well.  Thanks to all of you for your support and good vibes!  Enjoy!

If you haven’t started this story yet, why not head back to the beginning — after all no one like spoilers!  Chapter 1 starts here.

Little Bard: Chapter 18

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            “Come on, Gabrielle, this is ridiculous.”

“Oh no, warrior mine, you promised, and now you have to pay up.”

Xena scowled, shifting on the log she was sitting on.  Watching the bard turn her attention back to the scroll she was writing, Xena sighed as her mind flowed back to the day before…


            It had been almost a week since Gabrielle had returned to her old self.   Together she and Gabrielle had tracked down the remnants of Darnan’s gang, bringing them to justice along with their comrades, who were already being detained in town.  Life had again quieted, and the bard and the warrior had moved on. Not having anywhere particular to go, they headed back to the clearing with the waterfall, with the intention of spending some time doing a little fishing and just being together.

The last week had been quiet between the two women.  Since the kiss, they’d been more open to each other, sitting closer together, holding hands, and cuddling in the evenings and at night. They’d even shared a few moments of heated passion and heavy groping, but had found trouble progressing any further than that.  It was frustrating because it wasn’t just one of them; Xena had broken it off as often as Gabrielle had.  For some reason the situation just hadn’t seemed right to progress any further, so they had both agreed to just let nature take its course and not to push anything too fast.  Overall it was just an odd feeling, for even through their new-found interest in each other was growing steadily, and they both had to admit that they hadn’t been this happy in a long time, there was still something between them that seemed unresolved.

The night before, Xena remembered Gabrielle squatting down next to the fire, stirring up the flames with a stick before she added another log.  The fresh fish that was simmering on in the pan was making her mouth water.

“Xena, it’s almost done,” Gabrielle had called out, not realizing that Xena had already left the water, ending her swim just a few moments before.

“Smells wonderful,” the warrior whispered in the bard’s ear, causing Gabrielle to nearly jump out of her skin.

“Xena,” Gabrielle responded with a backhand to her arm. “You scared me.”

“And you should be paying more attention to what or who comes up behind you,” Xena gently chastised, softening the scold was a kiss to the cheek.

“Uh-huh, like anyone could sense you coming,” the bard responded, leaning into the kiss.

“Well, I do have many skills,” Xena teased back as she grinned.

Gabrielle rolled her eyes.  “Well is one of those skills fetching our plates?  Think this fish is ready, and I’m starved.”

Xena retrieved the requested plates, and as Gabrielle filled them up, they both settled in for another night of cuddling and quiet whispers.  It had been like this every night since the night Gabrielle returned to normal, and it was becoming a routine that they both enjoyed.  As the hours passed and the night’s sky welcomed the stars, they’d curled up together on their bedroll.

“I still think it looks like a bear,” Gabrielle quietly murmured.

Xena snorted at the old argument, answering, “Go to sleep, Gabrielle.”


            Of course, that was last night before Xena had accidentally incurred the bard’s wrath.  It was an innocent mistake, really, but Gabrielle had been furious with her when she returned to camp a mere five hours later.

Xena supposed it was her fault.  She’s left for an early morning ride and a quick scout of the immediate area.  How was she supposed to know that the Goddess of Love would be making an appearance…


Xena had just brought a cupped hand of cool water to her mouth when she felt it.  That strange tingling sensation that signaled there was a god about.  She tuned in on the feeling, wondering what Ares wanted this time, but took her time as she splashed the cold water over her face.  It was going to be a hot day.  Already the sun was causing beads of sweat to trickle down her neck.

The presence was getting stronger; it was more than a prickle now.  There was someone standing not ten feet away.  With a growl, she turned on it. “What do you want…?” she trailed off. Expecting to see Ares, she was a bit surprised by the pink-gossamer and crossed arms of the Love Goddess.   She raised an eyebrow.  “…Aphrodite?”

The goddess shook her head, but couldn’t help cracking a smile. “Perhaps there is something I can help you with.”

“Haven’t you done enough helping?  Go away and leave us alone.”

“Ha, that’s gratitude for you.  I’m responsible for you two, you know.  Without me, it might have taken you the next seventeen years to figure it out.”

Xena snorted, “What exactly do you mean by that?”

“That you two are in love of course.”

Xena rolled her eyes at the goddess. “I already knew that.”

“Yes, but you never acted on it.” Aphrodite sighed heavily. “Just took a little of this goddess’s wonderful abilities for you to admit it, warrior babe. Although you and your bard give a new meaning to the term: taking it slow.”

“Taking it slow?  Seriously how much slower would we have had to take it if she were to remain a child?”

“You and I know that was just temporary.  Besides, it was necessary.”

“Necessary!” Xena balled her hands into fists.  “You have any idea what you put me through?”

The goddess of love smirked.

“Don’t you look at me like that,” Xena scolded.  “I had to put up with the worry, the tantrums, and the questions!  I didn’t think it was possible, but she actually talked more when she was younger.   I even had to spank her, can you believe that?”

Aphrodite shrugged.  “From what I saw she was asking for it.  Although, it’s not like she never asked for it before.  You were just doing a better job of listening this time.”  Xena’s eyes narrowed, but the goddess brushed her off, seemly unconcerned with the warrior’s wrath.

Xena gritted her teeth and looked away. She tried to hold on, but couldn’t help it as she felt the tension ebb away.  Maybe it was the presence of Love that was affecting her, or maybe it was that she knew deep down that Aphrodite was right.  After a moment, she took in a long, slow breath.  “You know, with all your meddling, you do have a point.  You did do something for us, something very special. Aphrodite, I hate to say it, but thank you.”

Aphrodite smiled, her grey eyes sparkling.  With a sudden squeal of glee, she threw her arms around Xena in a joyful hug.  “Oh, you’re so very welcome, warrior babe.”

Xena’s eyes went wide, half in surprise and half in panic, but before she could react the goddess had released her.

Grinning widely, the goddess ignored Xena’s discomfort with her affections.  She held out an empty hand, and after a tiny flash of light, the emptiness was replaced by a small pink vile.  “I have something for you.  Now, I know you and Gabrielle are having, well issues.  And it’s not from lack of trying, believe me,” Aphrodite winked.  “But this, this will help.”

“No offense, but I think you’ve done enough for us.”

“Now Xena, hear me out.  I’m giving this to you out of respect.  Normally with mortals, I’d just slip a few drops of this into a drink, or a bowl of stew, but you and Gabrielle.  Well, I want you to be happy.”

“There is no way I’m going to slip some sort of love potion into Gabrielle’s food.”

“Not just hers, Xena.  Yours too.  Just a couple drops, and your inhibitions will fall away, and you’ll finally be able to…”

“Aphrodite,” Xena growled a warning.  “Gabrielle and I, that’s our own private business…”

Aphrodite interrupted her with a giggle.  “That’s where you’re wrong, Xena.  It is my business, it’s kinda what I do.”

“The scorpion of love,” Xena muttered as she rolled her eyes.  “If I take the vial, will you leave us be?”

“For now,” Aphrodite promised.  She then placed the vile in Xena’s palm, before disappearing in a flash of pink hearts and rose petals.

“For now?” Xena called out, not surprised that she didn’t get an answer. Muttering to herself again, she looked down at the vial in her hand.  “I should just bury this thing.  Not worth the trouble.”

She tucked the vial in her bodice, for safekeeping as she did just that.  Using her chakram to dig a shallow hole, she fished back out the vial and covered it back up with dirt.  Tapping her boot gratifyingly over the dirt, she lifted her fingers to her mouth to signal Argo, when she felt something shift inside her bodice.  Curious she reached down, only to fish out the vial once again.

“What…” she trailed off, suddenly second-guessing herself.  Did she forget to put the vial in the hole?  She distinctive remembered it in the dirt, but…   Confused she drooped to her knees and used her chakram once again to dig the hole.  Shifting through the dirt, she found no vial.

This time she carefully laid the vial in the hole.   She was positive this time that it got covered with dirt.  And this time when she tapped her boot to pack down the earth, she was satisfied that she’d never see the vial again.  That is until a few seconds later, she once again felt something shift inside her bodice.

Letting out a string of curses that would make even Ares blush, she threw the vial on the ground.   It lay there for a moment before suddenly disappearing and returning to her bodice.  She tried throwing it in the water, throwing it as far as she could, tying it to Argo and sending the horse in a different direction.   She even tried to smash it with her sword, and as a last resort to slice it through with her chakram.  It seemed no matter what she tried, it always returned to her, as whole and as pink as ever.

“Damn, stupid, mother of a Bacchae…” she muttered as she felt the vial return again after her last attempt to destroy it.  Apparently, fire had no effect on it either.  It wasn’t even hot.  She sat for a minute; maybe she was going about it the wrong way.  With a smirk, a new tactic occurred to her.  She fished out the vial again, this time uncorking it, and poured out the contents.  Maybe she couldn’t get rid of the vial, but it was what’s on the inside that mattered.  She recorked the vial, satisfied that she’d finally out-smarted the goddess.

She then tossed the vial back into the fire.  When it reappeared, she fished it back out, and then started a new string of curses, finding that the vial was once again filled with liquid.  Almost in tears at her frustration, she tried half a dozen other tactics, but only half-heartedly.  No matter how clever or desperate she got, the vial – full of liquid – always managed to find its way back to her bodice.


Xena again shifted on her log.  It was probably the most uncomfortable log she’d ever sat on, yet she didn’t move.  She felt the lump in her bodice, but by this time she didn’t care.  She’d almost gotten used to it.  She hadn’t told Gabrielle about it yet.  She wasn’t sure she wanted too.  Maybe it was better to let the bard think that she had just gotten distracted, or needed some time alone. It certainly sounded better than that truth.

She thought back to when she returned to camp.  It had only been a few minutes ago, but Gabrielle was waiting for her, and the bard was not happy…


“Xena! Thank the gods you are okay.  Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”

Xena slowly dismounted Argo. By the position of the sun, she’d been gone half the day.  She’d only intended on being gone an hour or two.  She couldn’t blame Gabrielle for being upset. “I’m sorry, I guess the time just got away from me.”

Gabrielle frowned.  “What do you mean the time got away from you?”

“Ah. Just that,” Xena answered, the bard’s gaze making her a little uncomfortable.  “I was out riding, stopped to get a drink, and before I knew it was getting late.”

“What aren’t you telling me?” Gabrielle’s eyes narrowed.  “You’re purposely being elusive.”

“Aren’t you making a big deal out of this?” Xena asked, giving Argo a pat and watching at the horse trotted over to the nearby stream.  “It’s not like I was gone all day.”

“It’s afternoon, Xena.  You might as well have been.  I thought you wanted to leave today.  It’s too late now…” the bard continued to lecture.

Xena signed and promptly tuned her out.  The vial in her bodice was making her itch, but she daren’t draw attention to it now.  For all, she knew Aphrodite enchanted the thing so that she couldn’t tell Gabrielle or perhaps something terrible would happen if she tried.  Besides even if it was safe to tell the bard, she knew it would upset her, and right now, at this moment, that was the last thing she wanted to do.  Regardless, she knew that whatever the goddess was thinking, she’d obviously put a lot of effort into that stupid pink vial.

“Xena, are you even listening to me?”

“I, um.  I’m sorry?” she tried.  “I swear, Gabrielle.  I never meant to worry you.”

The bard crossed her arms across her chest.  She regarded the warrior for a moment, as if studying her.  Finally, she took a deep breath.  Xena stepped forward, thinking that she was off the hook, but Gabrielle shook her head.  “See that log over there, Xena?”

Xena looked in the direction indicated. “Yeah…”

“Go sit on it.”

“Um, what?”

“You heard me, Xena.” Getting a stunned look from the warrior, Gabrielle continued, and elaborated, “And don’t look at me like that. Remember, you promised me. You said that if you didn’t hold up your end of the bargain; I could make you stand in the corner.  Since I don’t have a corner, that log will have to do.  Now, go have a seat, and stay there until you’re ready to tell me the truth.”

“Promised? Gabrielle, oh, come on.  You’re not serious…”  Xena frowned, as she was suddenly cut off by an angry glare.  “Okay, fine,” she muttered as she turned and headed to the log.

“Damn, stupid, little, pink vial from Tartarus…that’s what it is,” Xena muttered as she kicked a rock with her boot.  A whole five minutes passed before Xena ran out of rocks that she could reach.  Another two or three minutes passed before she discovered a line of ants also occupying her log.   Another minute passed and the ant population of southern Greece was suddenly diminished.

Finding nothing else to occupy her, she called out, “Come on, Gabrielle, this is ridiculous.”

“Oh no, warrior mine, you promised, and now you have to pay up,” came the unhurried reply.

Xena scowled, shifting on the log she was sitting on. It was quite possibly the most uncomfortable log in all of Greece, perhaps even of all the known world.  She watched Gabrielle turn her attention back to the scroll she was writing.  The bard seemed to be in deep thought, almost like she was meditating.  Xena grinned, getting an idea; meditation, that was the ticket. Maybe she could channel some inner peace until the bard got tired of this game.

Xena closed her eyes, seeking that place that she’d feel warm, and relaxed, and anywhere but sitting on the most uncomfortable log in all of the known world.  She tucked her legs up, crossing them beneath her, trying to assume a more peaceful pose.  She was almost there… when suddenly she felt the world spin, and she realized that she lost her balance.  She toppled over, landing on her back, her legs and arms a jumble.

“Xena, what are you doing?”

Xena opened one eye and then the other, giving the bard a slight smile. “Meditating.”

Gabrielle put her hands on her hips.  “Well, stop it. You’re supposed to be thinking about how you broke your promise, not messing around.  Are you ready to tell me where you were yet?”

“I have been thinking about it,” Xena replied, her voice almost slipping into a whine.  “I’ve been over here for hours.  You’ve got to believe me, I’m sorry.”

“Xena,” Gabrielle admonished.  “You’ve only been sitting on this log for 15 minutes.”

The warrior’s jaw dropped.  She couldn’t help but check the position of the sun, only to confirm Gabrielle’s claim. With a frown, she meekly accepted a hand up and allowed the bard to help her get resituated on her log.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Xena pleaded, looking up into Gabrielle’s eyes. “It was Aphrodite, it was all her fault.”

“Aphrodite?” Gabrielle asked.  Curious, she sat down on the log.  “What did she do, send you on some secret mission?”
“No, not exactly.”

“She needed help to save one of her temples from vandals?”


“Oh, I know.  Baby Bliss got into some love potions…. And you needed…”

“No, no.  Nothing like that,” Xena sighed.  “She gave me this,” Xena finally relented, putting the little pink vial from her bodice. “Damn thing is enchanted.  I can’t get rid of it.”

Gabrielle looked confused, as she took the small vial from Xena.  Xena cringed, waiting for it to blow up, or lightning to strike, or even for it to disappear and find its way back to her bodice.  Yet as the bard held it, none of those things happened.  In fact, nothing happened at all.

“What is it?” Gabrielle asked.

Xena shrugged, “Something to help us get over our inhibitions.  I’m supposed to put a couple of drops into our food or drink.”

“Oh,” Gabrielle replied.

“Oh? I thought you’d be more upset.”

“Well, I am.  At least a little bit.  I never thought we’d need something like this.  After all, I love you,” Gabrielle reasoned, giving Xena a small peck on the cheek.

“And I love you too,” Xena returned, stroking the back of her hand over the bard’s cheek. “It’s just that something been preventing us from… well, you know.”

“So what is it then?” Gabrielle asked.  She held up the vial, noticing how it seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.   “It’s pretty.  Almost as pretty as you.”

“It’s a pain in the butt, that’s what it is,” Xena mumbled.

“Like me?” Gabrielle’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Sort of, but then I don’t want to get rid of you,” Xena chuckled.  “And I wouldn’t mind if you kept finding your way back into my bodice,” she continued, her voice dropping down into innuendo.

Gabrielle playfully pushed Xena, her face reddening at the thought of actually getting into Xena’s bodice.

Xena grinned, as she grabbed one of Gabrielle’s arms and pulled her closer. “Did I embarrass you, my bard?” she whispered into Gabrielle’s ear, before allowing her lips to gently kiss it.  Gabrielle involuntarily shivered, as Xena’s lips continued to move down to that soft spot right below her ear, and then down to her collar bone.

“Xena,” Gabrielle warned.  Despite a cool afternoon breeze, she was suddenly feeling very warm.  “Xena, wait…” Gabrielle warned again, this time, this time getting the warrior’s attention.

“You want me to stop?”’ Xena asked with a frown.  Xena mentally braced herself, waiting for the bard to pull away. They would tease and torment each other like this. They’d been doing it for days, but it never seemed to go any further.

“No,” Gabrielle interrupted.  “I want to get more comfortable.” Gabrielle stood. She gently put the small vial down on the log next to Xena, and then smiled as she repositioned herself so that she was sitting on Xena’s lap, straddling her hips, and facing her.

Xena smirked.  She wouldn’t have left the most uncomfortable log in all of the known world for a throne on Olympus itself.  For a brief moment, their lips met.

Xena couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.  “You are an evil woman,” she murmured.

“I am huh? So what you gonna do about it,” Gabrielle teased.

“Maybe I should turn you over my knee,” Xena returned the tease.

“You wouldn’t.” Gabrielle suddenly pulled back, not at all liking the glimmer in the warrior’s eye.  The bard then yelped as Xena made her move.  She pulled back, managing to knock the vial off the log and into the ground.  Both she and Xena froze, as it broke in half, and the liquid within seeped out into the dirt.

Xena braced herself, waiting for it to magically reappear back in her bodice, but as the seconds ticked by, and it didn’t, she wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed.  She didn’t like the idea of it, but at the same time, it was like a safety net that has just been ripped from them.

Seeing the crestfallen look on the warrior’s face, Gabrielle bent and picked up the pieces.  “I’m sorry, Xena, I didn’t mean too…”

Xena held out her hand, and the bard handed over the broken pieces.  The warrior then sent them down next to her hand grabbed Gabrielle’s arm.  “Xena, what? Hey!”  She tried to flee, but the warrior already had a firm grasp.  Before Gabrielle knew what was happening she found herself staring at dirt and the two halves of the broken vial. The warrior had successfully pinned her over her lap, and she knew no amount of struggling was breaking that hold.

Gabrielle found herself conflicted.  Her memories flashed back to the last time she was in this position, but this time it was different.  She also felt a warmness deep down inside her gut.   She swallowed and found herself shivering involuntarily again, as Xena ran her fingers across her upper thighs.  “Xena,” she squeaked, feeling a half-hearted swat to her right cheek.

“Yes, my bard?”

“You’re supposed to be the one in trouble…”

Xena laughed. “Who said anything about trouble?”  Xena let her hand wander further up the bard’s thigh, lightly swatting the left cheek, and then tickling that sensitive spot where that cheek met her leg.

“Xena,” Gabrielle squirmed, trying to retain her composure. Xena knew that was one of the spots she was most ticklish. “You’re torturing me on purpose.”

“Un-huh,” Xena agreed, before lightly slapping the cheek next to her hand.  “Come, on, honey,” she then encouraged, releasing the pressure and pulling Gabrielle back up, allowing her to settle in her lap instead of over it. “You have any idea how much I love you?” she asked as she gathered her bard closer to her.

“You’re not mad at me?” Gabriele asked.

“Of course not,” Xena returned.

Gabrielle giggled as Xena continued to tickle her, although this time it was along her neckline with a series gentle kisses.  “Gods, Xena,” she murmured. “You have any idea how much I want you right now?”

Xena pulled back long enough to catch Gabrielle’s eyes. She smiled, seeing nothing but love and pure joy reflected.  Gabrielle giggled, and suddenly descended on Xena with renewed vigor.  Xena raised a single eyebrow, and couldn’t help but be pulled into the bard’s enthusiasm.


            “Woah, Mom, I figured you were the one behind this,” Cupid appeared next to his mother who was giggling with delight as the warrior and bard, lay next to each other, both fast asleep.  Xena was half propped up against a log, her armor lying in various piles around them, her leather battle dress, suspiciously hanging in a nearby tree.  Gabrielle was in no better shape.  She was still only partially clothed, and unceremoniously draped over her warrior pillow.

“Yeah, it’s wonderful isn’t it?” the goddess practically squealed.

“I felt the vibes halfway across the known world.  Psyche and I were trying to have a quiet dinner… and well after that.  Bliss just might be getting little brother or sister soon.”

Aphrodite smiled, kissing her son on the head.

“So what did you give them? Must have been some powerful stuff.  Lilac oil? Essence of Chocolate?”

Aphrodite wrinkled her nose, still giggling at her cleverness.  “Water, and they didn’t even drink it.”

“You’re kidding. Water?  Damn, you are good, Mom.”

“Well it was a little more complicated than that; age regression, a little fear, anxiety, and little paranoia.  All the good tricks.”

Cupid looked at his mother as if she’d suddenly sprouted horns, but she only giggled. “I know. You still have a lot to learn, kiddo.”

“I have my own tricks you know,” Cupid rolled his eyes.  “Hey, someday I’m ever going to have my own holiday.  You’ll see.”

“Sure, every mother’s dream, honey. Well, I need to be going.  Have a princess up in Trace who has been pinning over the blacksmith’s son.”

“Yeah, Psyche is waiting for me.  Thanks for the vibes, Mom.”

“Anytime,” Aphrodite returned, giving her son an affectionate kiss on the cheek before she disappeared in a burst of pink hearts and rose petals.

Scare Me Like That Again… Part Two

Here is the second part of our short Melissa and Sarah story that was co-authored by Logan Tyler.  If you haven’t checked out her blog, you can find it here.  If you’d like to read more about Sarah and Melissa you can also find them on Amazon in their debut novella, Confessions of Gemini.

And if you missed the 1st part of this story, you can also find it here.  Enjoy!

Scare Me Like That Again… Part 2

“Both of Melissa’s eyebrows shot up.  “You little brat!” Melissa grabbed Sarah by the arm, and she was no longer given any say as she suddenly found herself staring at the carpet.  Her panties were down within a heartbeat before she felt Melissa’s palm kiss her backside for the first time. One swat quickly became two, and mere seconds later, Sarah was dancing frantically all over Melissa’s lap.  

“Scare me, will you,” Melissa scolded between sharp swats.  “How’s this for a surprise?” she continued unrelentless. Several long moments passed, but it was all a blur to Sarah as Melissa turned her cheeks from a pale pink to a bright, stinging raspberry.   It was only once Sarah’s squeals of protests echoed through the house did Melissa stop the swatting and gently rubbed her warm cheeks.

“Oh… Mel…” Sarah moaned.  She pushed her bottom higher, exposing her damp lips and inviting Melissa in.  Her bottom was on fire, but the gentle stroking was causing other parts of her body to awaken as well.  

Sarah was more than relieved when Melissa took the hint and allowed her hand to travel between Sarah’s spread thighs as she lightly began to tease with her fingertips. Melissa lingered there a moment, just long enough to make Sarah squirm before Melissa moved her hand back to her bottom cheeks and began swatting her once more. The swats were slower now,  but more deliberate. Between her growing need in her loins and the building heat in her backside, Sarah was having difficulties focusing on anything. She felt helpless as she moaned and squirmed across Melissa’s lap.

“If you scare me again like that I’m going to make sure your spanking is a lot less pleasurable, young lady,” Melissa’s words made her jump.  The tone had been in quiet warning with just enough edge to make Sarah’s stomach flop as she whimpered in response.

Between the sting and the massage, the tenderness of her lover’s palm was almost hypnotic. Sarah found herself drifting, and then suddenly stiffened as she felt Melissa’s hand travel back between her legs. Her bottom was throbbing, and her lower lips were tingling, but Melissa’s change in direction gave her hope.

Melissa found her hard clit and brushed over it lightly with two fingers.  Her touch was just light enough to feel but much too gentle to bring any relief, and Sarah’s entire body trembled with the desire to push back for more contact.

To soon, however, Melissa’s hand left her lower lips and returned to her bottom to deliver several more slow and deliberate spanks. Each swat stung but also increased the wetness between Sarah’s legs tenfold. By a dozen stingy-spanks, her nipples her hard and painfully aching to be touched and played with. It was all she could do to just moan hoping that Melissa’s hand would soon return.

It seemed an eternity of withering and wiggling, but thankfully Melissa took mercy on her and again shifted. Both cheeks now burning,  Melissa’s hand once again found her most sensitive spot, but this time Melissa’s destination wasn’t her clit, but instead, her folds. Melissa’s fingers tickled her entrance and gently massaged her pulsing lips. Sarah spread her legs further hoping to encourage Melissa’s playing. It did as Melissa’s damp fingers returned to Sarah’s clit and rubbed the hardened nerves with just enough pressure.

Sarah whimpered and held onto her lover’s ankles tightly as she finally pushed back, forcing more contact with Melissa’s hand.  “Please, Mel… oh… need you.”

“You need me to what, Sarahbell?” Melissa teased.

Sarah bit her tongue, knowing that her answer could either encourage her lover to continue or even earn her more swats.  Still, she was desperate, and so she answered honestly but almost in a whisper, “Fuck me.”

“What was that?” Melissa asked, suddenly pausing and making Sarah groan in frustration.

“I said to fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard, Melissa Winters!”

“Oh really,” Melissa said with a chuckle.  “Such language, little brat. Still, it’s a hell of a suggestion,” she taunted, letting her fingers ever so slightly brush across Sarah’s clit, before pressing it with her thumb.  “Such a naughty girl,” Melissa said, pressing and rubbing once more.

With her thumb busy, she also allowed her middle finger to slip into Sarah’s entrance, moving in and out with the rhythm of her thumb.  One finger became two, and Sarah found herself sliding forward yet, somehow still rising to meet Melissa’s hand. Her need was growing, the tension pressing those butterflies in her lower stomach to flutter at an alarming rate.

“Yes… yes… YES!”  Sarah yelled as she felt the rush of release and then a wave of pleasure wash over her. Sarah trembled for several moments as Melissa’s hand continued to pull every ounce of pleasure out of her she could.  Finally, she whimpered and squirmed forward and away from Melissa and her administrations. She could feel her lover’s hand slowly dance back to her throbbing bottom and pat each stinging cheek slowly just enough to keep the sting alive.

“You ever going to scare me again like that, little brat?” Melissa asked, her tone scolding as she alternated some of the pats for gentle rubs.

The softness allowed Sarah to steady her rapid breathing, but she couldn’t help a small smirk as she panted out, “May… maybe… if it leads to that!

Melissa placed a sharper, resounding swat on the across the center of both cheeks, before beginning to pat once more.  “I can see you’ve not had enough attention, young lady! I’m going to make sure you don’t sit comfortable tomorrow!”