For those in the northern hemisphere, summer is here! What better way to celebrate summer vacations than to give (or receive) a sizzling hot spanking? After the rousing success of Love Spanks and Spank or Treat, Anastasia Vitsky and her team of spanking fiction authors have returned to bring you a collective Spankee Doodle Dandy story extravaganza. It’s love and kisses for adults, and we do mean adults!
Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!
- Kindle Fire or Nook Color (winner’s choice)!
(donated by Blushing Books)
- $100 gift certificate
(donated by Blushing Books)
- $25 gift certificate to Blushing Books
(donated by Patty Devlin)
- $20 gift certificate to Amazon!
(donated by Stormy Night Publications)
- Custom-made Spankee Doodle paddle*!
(donated by Blondie’s Place)
*Available to US and Canada participants only
- Book Bundles from:
Stormy Night Publications
- Pre-publication consultation of a manuscript up to 15K(donated by Wizards in Publishing)
What’s the catch? Absolutely nothing! We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership. Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?
Here are the rules:
- Visit each blog between the Thursday, June 20th and Sunday, June 23rd to read the posted stories and excerpts.
- Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if he or she has one.
- If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on June 23rd!!
- If you successfully completed the Love Spanks or Spank or Treat challenge and visited all of the blogs for either challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spankee Doodle Dandy challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
- Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, June 27th to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?
And introducing our first-ever guest participant:
A Big Thank You To Our Spankee Doodle Ambassadors!
La Crimson Femme
Mary Sue Wehr
Whew! That's a lot of information, but this is an exciting event. Now, here's my story. This is from my current Work In Progress, Lady Katherine's Comeuppance, which will be published at the end of August by LazyDay Publishing.
Short Blurb: The unexpected death of Lady Katherine's husband creates upheaval. The arrival of Thomas Winchester, a distant cousin of the deceased earl and an American, sends the amount of upheaval, and Lady Katherine's hormones, into overdrive.
No, she would have no further thoughts of Thomas Winchester other than as an obstacle to be tackled and managed.
She most certainly would not think about his eyes. No, she would not. No more thoughts of their piercing blueness or the soft wrinkles at their corners when he smiled.
Her hair twisted into a soft braid, she laid her night gown across the foot of her bed and climbed between the sheets naked.
Despite her prior admonitions to herself regarding further thoughts of Thomas, she refused to consider him Lord Winchester, she could not help herself. Although he had not done anything inappropriate, she could tell he was not like the simpering, bowing, blustering men of her acquaintance.
This American exuded maleness in every sense of the word. And probably a few senses of which she was unaware.
Her husband had been gone for a year. And prior to his death, their marital congress had been infrequent and generally uninspired, though Charles had always been enthusiastic and appreciative.
Despite her many flirtations, Charles had been her only lover. She had resigned herself to a lifetime of merely sufficient sexual encounters with her husband. Once she had produced an heir, she had intended to seek out, discreetly, a more skilled paramour. Somehow she knew deep in her being that lovemaking entailed more than she had experienced. And Katherine hated to be left out of anything.
She raised her left hand to stroke her fingers over the deep red of one swollen nipple. Her right hand worked the flesh of her other breast, kneading its weight with her fingers. Imagining the feel of strong, male, work hardened, hands performing the same sensuous task.
Soon the warmth from her breasts spread down her stomach to form a deep pit of desire. Her legs writhed between the sheets as heat pulsed into her female core.
The hand which had been tweaking her nipple to dizzying heights left that task and was buried deep within her slick folds.
She knew she ought to stop. It was sinful and unladylike to pleasure herself in this way. Yet, after a stressful evening in the presence of her husband’s replacement, she felt compelled to finish the task.
With the fingers of one hand she plunged in and out of her wet core. She used the other hand to stroke her fingers across the nub of her desire which swelled and hardened against her touch.
She closed her eyes and began to writhe on her way to a climax. Guttural moans worked their way up her throat and out her mouth.
Thomas studied his new bedchamber. Opulent scarcely described it. In addition to the elaborate furnishings and décor, he noted with favor that his clothing and other belongings had been unpacked and stored around the room.
He could get used to this.
Yet, beyond the realization that he was now master and lord over a vast estate, his thoughts were focused on one black haired woman. The level of his distraction did not please him.
Emotional attachments only lead to trouble. He had been given an opportunity for a fresh start and he did not intend to allow his heart to get in the way.
He envisioned the way her breasts pressed against the neckline of her gown, shades of rosy nipple slipping into view when she took a particularly deep breath. It had been all he could do to keep from taking her in his arms and plunging his tongue between the creamy swells. When he could stand the anticipation no longer, he would free those luscious breasts from their confines and suckle and tug until she moaned in ecstasy.
His vision felt so real, he would swear her could hear her moans and he grew hard at the sounds of her desire.
Wait. It was her voice. Not moaning, but crying out.
He walked toward the noise and found a door which had escaped his notice previously. Assuming she was under attack from marauders he flung the door open and charged into her adjoining room.
Movement on the bed, also the source of her voice, caught his attention. He moved their purposefully and yanked back the covers prepared to do battle with whatever scalawag was assaulting her.
Eyes closed in ecstasy, Katherine bit her lip in an effort to stifle the erotic sounds escaping her mouth. The pleasure her fingers created in her loins grew from warm to steaming hot and she welcomed the climax building within her like a summer storm on the horizon.
Just as she was about to cross over to a place of utter rapture the covers of her bed were ripped away. As though she had been pelted with cold water, her eyes flew open and her mouth formed an astonished O as she looked up to see Thomas, her bedcovers in one hand, staring down at her. His face showing as much shock as she felt.
“So, this is how a proper English lady behaves?”
Will Katherine behave like a proper English lady? I think we all know the answer to that!
To be entered in my drawing for a $5 Amazon gift card, please leave a comment with your email address and your response to this question:
What is your favorite summertime food? Or drink?
A winner will be selected using Random.org.
Thank You! Be sure to visit all the other participating authors!