Thursday, December 26, 2013

Free Story - George's Buns

Well that's another Christmas Day over without mishap. In days of yore when I had a dog, one year he disgraced himself by sneaking into the kitchen and eating the Christmas turkey which was 'resting' on the table beneath a layer of tin foil.

I hope everyone who celebrates Christmas enjoyed their day. Here's a silly bit of nonsense to make you smile. It's a little story about gluttony called George's Buns :)

George's Buns
By Lucy Appleby
"Do have a cream bun, George."

"Oh Lavinia - how could I possibly resist one of your buns?" George grabbed the biggest and bit in to it ecstatically.

"Don't snatch, George."

"Ummmm, sorry," mumbled George with his mouth full.

"And don't speak with your mouth full."

"Uh. These are delicious." George took another bun. A big blob of cream oozed out and splatted on his chest. "It's great being a nudist - saves on the laundry bills, what?" George grinned and mopped up the cream with his finger.

"We might not wear clothes - but we still wear our gym shoes and slippers," retorted Lavinia. "And as my husband has the table manners of a bacon pig, he's going to get his hairy hide tanned. Fetch the slipper, George!"

Poor George bent over Lavinia's knee and got two dozen whacks with his own size 12 rubber soled slipper. It stung to buggery and was most uncomfortable. What a good thing he could stand up in the pulpit to deliver the evening sermon on the sin of gluttony.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Hot new ebook - The Billionaire Cowboy

Greetings. If you have a thing for sexy cowboys, read on! I have a new ebook out called The Billionaire Cowboy, written under my pen name of Abigail Armani. I had fun writing it, and at 43,500 words it's more substantial than some of my other titles. I hope you will enjoy reading it. :)

The Billionaire Cowboy, the fourth book in the Love on a Ranch series, is a fast paced novel with exciting story lines and a delicious hint of kink. Alpha male Scott Armstrong is depicted as an ordinary hard-working guy with extraordinary talents. He is a prime specimen of a cowboy if ever there was one, breathtakingly handsome, broad shouldered and strong, his jeans moulded to his muscled thighs. But it isn't just his looks or his vast wealth that make him so endearing - he is also warm-hearted, intelligent and witty. Unaffected by material wealth and success, he is neither arrogant or superior, but he is a man who knows exactly what - or who - he wants ... and that is Carla Odell. Some wonderfully believable characters are portrayed, set against a backdrop of ranch life, cattle stampedes and the ubiquitous villain thrown into the mix, but the developing romance between Scott and Carla will hold your attention. Their relationship isn't without its conflicts, but a wholly satisfying and heart-warming happy ever after ending beckons and demands to be read...

Available for Kindle from Amazon and in a variety of formats from LSF Publications:

Friday, December 06, 2013

Free Story and Audio Recording

Do check out the free audio spanking story on the Abigail Armani blog. It's called Out of the Mist, and you can find it here. Enjoy :)

Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Winter Spanks Cold Hands Warm Bottoms blog hop

Delighted to promote the forthcoming Winter Spanks Cold Hands Warm Bottoms blog hop. A toasty spanked bottom will keep you warm on a cold day! More info about this initiative later.

Sunday, December 01, 2013

New Blog for Abigail Armani - erotic romance author

For those of you who like a touch of romance with their spanking, I have set up a blog for my alter ego, Abigail Armani. This is the name I use specifically for spanking romance titles. I've just posted a new free story called Carousel. Please check it out. I hope you like it :)

The LSF Christmas Collection

It's the 1st of December, and Februs and I have been hard at it working on the LSF Christmas Collection. Like Santa's elves, we have laboured long into the night and after much swearing and cursing, pulling out of hair and scoffing of chocolate, seven brand spanking new volumes of Christmas spanking stories are now available, with a total of 266,500 words!

This is a fund raising initiative to help support The Library of Spanking Fiction. We set LSF up in 2009 to provide a free resource for the spanking community, and we currently make available over 22,500 stories free of charge to our 13,000 plus members. Many thanks to all the authors who contributed.

LSF Publications have released seven brand spanking new volumes of Christmas spanking stories. With a total of 222,500 words, there is something for everyone ... there are 5 M/F books, 1 F/F and 1 F/M. So stuff your Christmas stockings with the following titles:
The Best Christmas Present Ever (M/F)
Blue Christmas (M/F)
One Last Christmas (M/F)
The Christmas Sprit (M/F)
Christmas at Woodbridge Manor (M/F)
Christmas Spanking F/F Femdom Tales
Christmas Spanking F/M Femdom Tales

All titles are professionally produced and very reasonably priced. They can be bought from LSF Publications or Amazon. Further details, including links to all the Amazon marketplaces are available here.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

New Ebook - Love Is Where You Find It

Well done to Leigh Smith who has a new release out. Love Is Where You Find It has just been published and is available from Amazon or direct from LSF Publications. It's a spanking romance with a Western theme. Check it out!

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Free Halloween Spanking Story - The Finding

Are you ready for more? Here's my third Halloween story. Read and enjoy, and Happy Halloween!

Halloween Caper 3: The Finding, by Lucy Appleby

Bethany was sick and tired of the constant interruptions. "This Trick or Treat lark should be banned!" she told her husband George.

"Hmm," came his customary response. He was sitting in his chair drinking beer and watching football on the TV.

"I'm up and down like a yo-yo. I'm going to ignore the next lot. They can bang on the door all night for all I care."

"Hmmm," said George. He turned the volume up.

"Should I do that - ignore them?"

"Hmm, yes," grunted George.

Bethany sighed. She peeked out of the curtain into the dark night beyond. The gang of five kids were disappearing down the driveway, no doubt now primed to go and pester the people next door. She pressed her face closer to the glass as she saw Christine emerge from her house, her blonde hair shining beneath the moonlight and her face clearly illuminated before it was hidden beneath a hood. What's she wearing? Some sort of cape? She watched as her neighbour took a short cut through the shrubbery in order to avoid the gang of five trick or treaters already making their way up her garden path. Moments later the caped figure emerged from the shrubbery, visible just for a moment beneath the faint glow of a street lamp.

What possessed Bethany to follow Christine she never afterwards could determine, but follow her she did.

"I'm off out for a walk, George." She grabbed her coat and slipped her feet into a pair of flat shoes.


"Bye, George."

Bethany left the house before he delivered his usual grunting response. She caught sight of Christine across the road and followed her. She wondered whether she should shout, make herself known, so that they could walk together. But a little secret voice in her head whispered caution. So she cautiously followed, delighting in the clandestine feeling and the fact that she remained unobserved.

The subterfuge continued for some fifteen minutes or so. Maintaining a discrete distance, Bethany watched as her neighbour approached a rather dilapidated house on the outskirts of town. She was about to cross over the road when a hand grabbed her shoulder.

"Bethany Thomas - is that you? Yes - it IS you! Hello, what are you doing here?"

Bethany whirled around in fright. "Oh! God, Kitty - you gave me a fright!"

Kitty grinned. "Sorry about that. This is Megan - and this is Cherry. Girls, meet Bethany."

"Um. Hello all."

"So where's George?"

"At home watching the football. I .. I was..." She caught sight of the warm glow of lights from the windows of The George and Dragon public house. It gave her a likely excuse. "I hate football - needed some air. Thought I'd go for a drink. Heard the real ale pub over there is pretty good."

"My you're a dark horse Bethany. I didn't know you enjoyed a glass or two of liquid naughtiness! Anyway, you must come with us as that's where we're heading." Kitty linked arms with Bethany. "Come on girls. We're going to have a fun evening!"

So Bethany ended up in the pub sampling a half pint of real ale that turned her cheeks all pink and made her feel all warm and tingly inside. To her surprise, she began to enjoy herself.

"We must do this again," said Kitty. "Promise you'll come out with us next week?"

"I promise," nodded Bethany. The wall clock showed 10.15. "However, I really must be going now or George will wonder where I am." If only. So she excused herself and hugged her old friend and her new ones and left the pub.

Before heading home however, she made her way back to the house that Christine had visited earlier. You're a nosey old trout, Bethany Thomas, she chided herself. She found herself standing by the rickety old gate. It caught in the wind and swung open invitingly with a welcoming little creak. Bethany stepped forward. I'll just take a quick peek. The ale had made her more adventurous. She wandered along the winding path through the garden, beautiful in its unkempt wildness beneath the shining silver moon, and she stood before the front door staring at the lion's-head door knocker.

She stood there for some time, the rational part of her urging her to stop being so stupid and to go home at once. But something held her. Something ... the sound of footsteps beyond the door could be clearly heard, and as they drew closer Bethany gulped and held her breath as the door opened.

A man stood there. He was tall and dark haired, distinguished looking in an old fashioned courtly way. He was neither young nor old, ugly or beautiful, but he had the most amazing eyes. Those eyes bored into her own. A wave of panic swept over her. What should she say? She said the first thing that came into her head.

"Trick or treat?"

A smile twitched on the man's face. "I am Mr Hanson. Do come in, Bethany."

As she stepped over the threshold she wondered fleetingly how he knew her name. But it was of no real consequence. She followed him into a study where a fire glowed in the hearth, casting leaping shadows on the wall. Her eyes scanned the room, focusing on a large mahogany desk. She looked at it and then she looked at Mr Hanson. A frisson of understanding jolted through her. Mr Hanson nodded and gestured towards the desk.

"Bend over the desk, Bethany. Take your knickers down for me."

And she did. She obeyed. Oh she was so shameless, so wanton, so slutty. And she didn't care at all. She gloried in the feelings that coursed through her - feelings of lust and helplessness and a mounting sexual excitement tinged with fear.

"I'm going to cane you."

She nodded and gulped. Yes. Yes of course he was. That's why she was here. She felt the tip of the cane tap her inner thighs and she dutifully splayed her legs wider, displaying herself in a way she had never done for George. There was a mounting silence, broken by a swish and hiss of air and then - a sharp crack and a searing pain and a scream of anguish.

"Ohhhhhh!!" It was terrible and beautiful. It was a line of liquid fire. It cut deep, branding her, searing her flesh. She gasped and tossed back her head, thrusting out her buttocks lewdly.

The cane struck again, and again, producing such artistry - expertly placed parallel lines. The cane sang as Bethany cried out. Her flesh quivered. Her buttocks bounced. Her skin glowed as the burn bit. And still the rod kissed her punished bottom in a cleansing ritual of painful decadence.

Her cries muted and turned to moans and little mewls of pleasure. Her bottom was on fire, as hot as the coals that glowed in the hearth, as red as the glowing eyes of Mr Hanson as he smiled his crocodile smile and moved a little closer ...

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Free Halloween Spanking Story - A Long Awaited Caning

Here's my second Halloween story. I hope you like it :) More to come soon.

Halloween Caper 2: A Long Awaited Caning, by Lucy Appleby

Christine sprawled on the sofa indulging herself with a large glass of wine and some Belgian chocolate. Her twin daughters out trick or treating, she found her mind wandering back to when she too was a girl of eighteen. Those incredible experiences she had enjoyed with Mr Hanson in the old crumbling house on the outskirts of town were etched into her memory forever. The thought made her blush, and the old familiar tingling and churning in the pit of her stomach began.

Why did I stop going? she mused. Because I got engaged, then married. She sipped her wine. But I'm not married now. I divorced the bastard. She popped a chocolate into her mouth. Then the idea took hold and her excitement grew. I wonder if I still have my Halloween costume? I wonder if Mr Hanson is still there in that house?

Fifteen minutes later she left the house wearing a long black cloak, and beneath it, the diaphanous gown of a witch, laced with cobwebs and tiny plastic spiders. She remembered the way oh so clearly, and walked in the comforting shadows as her mind churned and her anticipation grew.

Twenty minutes later, Mr Hanson's house came into view. She opened the rickety gate and walked along the path through the untended garden, stopping by the front door. The paint was crumbling and faded but the cast-iron lion's-head door knocker was the same. She rapped three times. Footsteps echoed from the hollow hall beyond the door, which was thrown open to reveal Mr Hanson. His eyes glinted in predatory delight at the sight of her.

"Trick or treat?"

"Neither. Come inside. You know what to do."

It was just like old times. She followed him into a study. The fire roared and the flames flickered in the hearth and the clock on the mantelshelf ticked tirelessly. The old mahogany desk awaited her, a patina of age on its surface, a surface that she would shortly be occupying.

"Remove your cloak and take your knickers down."

How could she not obey that delicious request? In a few moments she was bending over the desk, her rounded bottom presented for long-awaited chastisement. When he tapped her inner thighs with the cane, she obediently parted her legs, revealing herself to him so shamefully. Wanton fires raged within her.

Mr Hanson surveyed the sight through narrowed eyes, and a wolfish smile curled his lips. He grasped the slender cane firmly in his right hand, and began.

Each stroke sliced into the firm flesh, burning, biting deep. Christine shrieked. She howled out her pain and her pleasure as the cane descended again and again, leaving trails of red fire in its wake. Her bottom wobbled and bounced beneath the onslaught. Her legs kicked as she moaned and shrieked in heady euphoria. And when it was over, she lay panting, her punished flesh stinging and sore. Her cries were silent now. There was only the noise of the fire and her ragged breath, and the breath of Mr Hanson caressing the back of her neck as he leaned closer ... closer ...

Free Halloween Spanking Story - The Twins Go Trick or Treating

Greetings. It's approaching that time of year again... Halloween. I've written a few short stories and here's the first one. Enjoy. The next one will be up in a day or two.

Halloween Caper 1: The Twins go Trick or Treating, by Lucy Appleby

Claire and Suzie giggled as they descended the stairs in their outrageous attire - Claire wrapped in blood-stained bandages and her sister wearing a rotund pumpkin costume that emphasised her rather skinny legs.

"Girls! What the devil are you wearing?!" Their mum Christine gawped at the pair, then chuckled. "Don't you think you're a bit too old at 18 for trick and treating?"

"Hey mum. No way. All the kids at school do it. It's fun!"

"It is - you should try it mum," said Suzie, and then shut up quickly as her sister gave her a poke in the ribs. It wouldn't be at all cool if mum tagged along too.

"No thanks. I'd rather stay home and watch tv. Suzie, the pumpkin I get - but Claire, what are you supposed to be?"

"A bloodied corpse of course. Right, we're off. See ya later."

"Be careful then. Be home no later than eleven, ok?" Christine smiled as her daughters left the house, then went back into the sitting room where the television set and a large glass of wine awaited.

Claire and Suzie knew exactly where they were going. Mr Hanson's house lay on the outskirts of town some twenty minutes walk away. They had first paid him a visit two years ago, and it had now become a regular thing to do every Halloween.

Mr Hanson greeted them with his customary, "Trick or treat?! Bah! Don't waste my time on such stupidity. Be off with you! Clear off!"

The girls looked at each other conspiratorially.

"Right - if you aren't going to give us any treats ..."

"... We're going to play a few pranks on you, you miserable old git!"

From their shoulder-bags, the girls produced a bag of squishy overripe tomatoes, which they proceeded to hurl at Mr Hanson's front door and windows - and even on Mr Hanson himself.

"Grrrrrrrr! You annoying little beggars!" Two large hands reached out to grab them and pull them over the threshold. He marched them into the study where an open fire crackled merrily in the grate. An old mahogany desk was set before the window. "Over you go. Knickers down - and stick those bottoms out."

The two girls were filled with a strange excitement and hurried to comply. Suzie shrugged her hooped pumpkin skirt off easily, pulled down her knickers, and bent eagerly over the desk, presenting her bottom perfectly.

Mr Hanson licked his lips, then gave Claire the benefit of his attention. "Not the bloodied corpse outfit again! You know how awkward that thing is to get off," he growled, and went to assist in the unravelling.

A few moments later the swish and crack of the cane resulted in a lewd and vocal display from the writhing pair, their twin upthrust bottoms twitching and burning beneath the kiss of the cane. Red stripes blazed and blistered.

"More!" they cried in unison.

Mr Hanson smiled wolfishly and did his Halloween duty.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

New ebook - The Spanking Tent!

Greetings - I have another offering. It's a collection of stories called The Spanking Tent. They are great fun. Hope you enjoy them :)

St Agatha's School For Girls is short of funds for musical instruments, so headmistress Miss Fanny Frobisher gives her sixth form girls full authority to organise a fund raising day. The girls are split into four teams, the fourth being responsible for publicity and promotion. Charged with enthusiasm, the girls plan the event, using the local radio and newspaper to help spread the word. Miss Frobisher leaves them to it, and when the fund raising day dawns, is surprised and delighted to see huge crowds of people and ten coaches packed with boys from the local school. It seems that everyone is ignoring most of the stalls in their rush to join the long queues outiside the big white tent pitched at the bottom of the field. Peeking inside she is shocked to see her upper sixth form girls getting their bare bottoms spanked! But when she sees the overflowing buckets of money earned, her attitude changes somewhat, especially when the chairman of the board of governors, Captain Bertie Banger, indicates he has a hankering for spanking bigger and more mature bottoms...

Also included are the following short stories: Alice; Bella and the Bath Brush; Berti Baggins; Better than Botox; The Billionaire Pervert; British Justice; Cheese Monsters; The Contract; Dance for the Sultan; Disciplinary Awards Day; The Ghost of Future Past; The Implausible Legacy of Ruby Rump; The Nocturnal Banana Eater; The Slipper Collector; and Signor Zilli's.

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Exercises for your Bottom!!

This video of Chicago-based burlesque performer Michelle L'Amour made me giggle - check out the following link which shows her 'twerking' her way through a recording of Beethoven's (Butthoven's?) Fifth Symphony.

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Free Story - The Highwayman

Here's a free little taster (we all like something for free, don't we. I know I do!) from my new ebook The Housekeeper. The Housekeeper contains several spanking stories including The Highwayman - which is offered below for your delectation and delight! I hope you enjoy reading it, and if you do, maybe check out the ebook which contains lots more.

What's more, you don't even have to have a Kindle, as if you buy from LSF Publications you can get other formats including a pdf file to read on your pc or smart phone. Anyhow - here's the freebie. Enjoy!

The Highwayman by Lucy Appleby
The wheels of the heavy carriage began to turn slowly through the rutted mud that led from the cosy warmth of the moorland inn to the open road. The first early light of dawn was shielded by thick dark clouds. The coach trundled on, into the gloom, the glow of the carriage lamp illuminating tufts and hillocks. Gradually the coach gathered speed as the road cut through the purple heather swathe of moorland, the black horses snorting and prancing in the cold morning air.

From his elevated seat high up on the carriage, the driver flicked his whip, urging the horses on, for there was rain in the air and a harsh wind blew from the west. Within the dark interior of the carriage, the four passengers sat in a haze of thick smoke emanating from the wooden pipe of Mr Pitts.

Mr Pitts puffed on his pipe, staring owlishly at his fellow travellers. The two men seated opposite were a portly whiskered gentleman whose fat rump took up well over half of the seat, and next to him sat a thin weasel-faced man. Seated next to Mr Pitts, and pressed close into the corner against the back wall of the carriage was a young woman in a grey cloak. She said nothing, preferring instead to regard her fellow travellers with icy disdain.

As the carriage wheels bounced and jolted on the dirt road, the occupants were flung from side to side.

"Deuced uncomfortable journey," said the portly gentleman. His huge whiskers twitched as he spoke, clearly revealing the remains of his breakfast stuck in the tufts at either side of his handlebar moustache.

"Aye," murmured his wraith-like companion with the weasel face. He took a swig from his hip flask, being careful not to spill a drop of the precious amber nectar. "Care for a nip, madam?"

"No," she said, tossing her head so that her amber curls glistened in the dim light.

"Hurummpf - suit yourself," he replied, thinking what a snooty piece she was and no mistake. He was about to make a surly remark when a loud pistol shot from somewhere close by made the carriage horses rear up in panic, causing the coach to lurch violently. "What the devil ...?"

The road had wound down an abrupt hillside and lost itself in the shadow of a tangled grove of trees, where in the looming shadows, the waiting highwayman grinned in delight as the clatter of the approaching horses hooves pounded the dirt road. Urging his own mount forward, he cocked his pistol and fired a single shot, missing the coach driver's scull by a fraction of an inch.

Within seconds he had knocked the driver senseless, stopped the horses in their tracks, and flung open the carriage door.

"Everybody out!" he roared, and brandished his pistol ominously.

"Mercy! Mercy!" cried the weasel-faced man. "I have money - plenty of it. You can have it all."

"Oh I intend to," said the highwayman. He reached out and grabbed the little man and flung him face down on the grass. "And you too Sir - move that fat rump and give me your valuables."

"This is preposterous, quite preposterous," said the portly gentleman as he struggled from the carriage. "This is outrageous - aaaaargh!" he squealed as a thick leather belt slashed into his thigh.

"Do exactly as you are told," said the highwayman. His eyes glinted dangerously from the slits in the mask covering the upper part of his face. "If you don't - you're dead meat. Get down next to your friend here. You too, Sir," he said to the white frightened face of Mr Pitts, "And put that infernal pipe out. I can't stand the smell of tobacco."

The highwayman deftly tied the three men's hands and feet, and filled his own pockets with their money and other valuables. "There you are, gentlemen - trussed up like three chickens ready for the pot. Hah!" His glance returned to the carriage. "My my - what have we here? This demands a closer look methinks."

"Get your hands off me, you brute!" shrieked the lady in the grey cloak.

"Oh I do so like a woman with spirit." He reached in and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of the carriage, spitting and snarling like a wild cat.

"It seems you have a fine temper, madam - and a fine necklace too. I'll have that." He snatched it from her neck.

"How dare you! Give it back at once!" She raked his face and kicked his shins.

"Damnable woman! I shall teach you a few lessons in manners. And in the process, we shall give these three fine fellows a treat. Have you ever seen a naked wench, gentlemen?"

The three men stared and shook their heads, and their eyes widened as the highwayman deftly removed the woman's cloak and ripped her gown from neck to hem, leaving her standing in her chemise and a pair of silk drawers.

"Ohhhhhh!" gasped the woman. "You won't get away with this!"

"We'll see about that," grinned the highwayman, as he scooped her firm plump breasts out over the top of her chemise. Her pink nipples stuck out like little acorns. He pinched them, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

"How dare you, you pig!"

"Feast your eyes, gentlemen. Shall we see what treasures lay hidden beneath these delectable drawers?"

The portly man with the whiskers turned very red in the face, and his eyes bulged as the highwayman tugged down the woman's silk drawers, her narrow waist giving way to the promising swell of her hips and perfectly formed thighs. Her bottom was revealed in all its glory, being wonderfully sculpted and full-cheeked, with pale alabaster skin.

"Mmmm - look gentleman - firm and full and sweetly rounded. Have you ever seen a more delectable bottom? Or one so worthy of a damn good spanking?"

When the highwayman slapped the bare flesh with the palm of his hand, the bottom cheeks wobbled so enticingly that the portly gentleman thought he would surely faint with excitement. His two trussed companions were equally aroused by the delicious spectacle, and their mouths gaped in admiration.

The woman meanwhile began to shriek and howl and curse at the indignity of being stripped almost naked in front of strangers. By now, wearing only a pair of white hose, gartered above the knee, and a pair of kid boots, her appearance was even more alluring than if she were totally nude. But what a fuss the woman was making. The highwayman, being of an enterprising nature, made a gag with her drawers. It proved immediately effective, for she could no longer mouth her vehement threats to have him castrated and fed to the pigs.

The roguish highwayman then pulled a piece of luggage from the coach - a large leather trunk - and seated himself upon it. Then over his lap went the woman, her bare bottom nicely elevated, and pointing in the direction of the three trussed men. They were quite overcome as the woman kicked and splayed her legs lewdly, revealing her sex decorated with a triangle of light brown hair.

Unheeding of her protests, the highwayman began to spank the woman's bottom. His arm rose and fell, hard and fast, and red handprints began to burn on her cheeks. He peppered her bottom with hard spanks, making her squirm deliciously, and make muffled yells into her gag. A few sharp slaps to her thighs made her wriggle even more, and her legs kicked wildly, much to the highwayman's amusement.

"Colouring up nicely, isn't she gentleman?" The highwayman admired the blotchy pink bottom before him. "But needs to be a more pleasing shade of red I think." With that, he produced a thick leather strap from the folds of his cloak, and dangled it in front of the woman's eyes. "See here, my beauty - you are about to feel the kiss of leather on that fine fat arse of yours."

The woman yelped through her gag and wriggled her bottom in protest, which merely served to encourage her tormentor, who proceeded to strap her with practiced ease and a great deal of enthusiasm. The strap snaked through the air and bit into her bottom, delivering a sizzling blow across the centre of her buttocks. Each blow fell hard and fast, thwapping down on the woman's defenseless rear end, which was now decorated with blazing red welts.

A series of agonized yowls emanated from behind the gag as the throbbing ache in the woman's bottom intensified to an almost unbearable agony as the strap bit deep, colouring her bottom rosy red.

"Ah - excellent result," said the highwayman in admiration. He put down the strap and ran his hands over the puffy punished flesh. It felt very hot to his touch. "Wouldn't you agree, gentleman?"

The weasel faced man gawped and nodded his head uncontrollably and mumbled incoherently.

"Oh yes. Yes indeed," said the portly gentleman. Beads of perspiration glistened on his brow. "A most pleasing colour if I may say so."

"I heartily agree," volunteered Mr Pitts.

"Thank you gentleman. So glad you approve," said the highwayman as he got to his feet and delivered a mock bow. "And now I must take my leave. The mail coach is due in twenty minutes and you fine fellows will be untied then. Good day, gentleman. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

With a rakish smile, he leaped up onto his horse, and hauled the red bottomed woman up in front of him. She winced as her bare bottom came into contact with the hard leather saddle. Draping his cloak over her modesty, he flicked the reins lightly, and the horse cantered away, leaving the three trussed men staring wide-eyed as the horse and riders disappeared into the distance.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Later that evening, Mr Pitts called at the opulent home of Lord and Lady Overton. "My dear Mr Pitts," said Lady Overton, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. "That was such fun! I had a wonderful time. When is our next adventure?"

Mr Pitts consulted his notebook. "Well, your Ladyship, I was thinking about the mail coach next Friday. There will be more passengers of course," he cast an enquiring look at Lord Overton.

"I can handle them. If my lovely wife wants more of an audience for her decadent pleasures, then she shall have it."

"Excellent!" Lady Overton clapped her hands. "I think I shall wear the long red wig and the green gown. Oh - I can hardly wait!"

Lord Overton gave his wife an indulgent smile. "Patience, my love. Your bottom needs time to recover for the next treat in store. I have ordered a new riding crop for precisely that purpose."

"Oh - I absolutely adore the crop! You darling - I do so enjoy our little games." "So do I, my dear," grinned her husband.

Mr Pitts puffed on his pipe and nodded contentedly. For each little adventure he arranged he received a purse full of silver. He was a very rich man, and he loved his work just as much as her ladyship loved her spankings.

Copyright Lucy Appleby 2013.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

New Ebook - the Housekeeper

Greetings from deepest Yorkshire ... the nights are drawing in and it's getting colder. Brrrrrr. I have a new book out that I hope you will enjoy. It's called The Housekeeper ...

It tells the story of Martha, who applies for a position as housekeeper at Lavender Hill - a beautiful sprawling Elizabethan house in a private location. She is interviewed by a charming man called Mr Flemscrape who explains the duties required, and offers Martha the job with a very generous salary. Delighted, she accepts (well, who wouldn't?!) and agrees to the three house rules relating to areas of the house which are strictly out of bounds. But curiosity eventually gets the better of Martha ... caught snooping in the wine cellar, she is stripped, spanked and imprisoned ... and she is not alone down there. What are the secrets to be found in the cellar? How many 'lovelies' does Mr Flemscrape keep locked away? How does Martha react to her situation and what will become of her? And what is the source of Mr Flemscrape's great wealth? A deliciously intriguing tale with an unexpected ending.

This book also contains the following short stories: A Daughter Thrashed; Adventures in the Attic; An Artist's Model; Bare Bottomed in a Chinese Restaurant; The Dozy Secretary; The Dream Keeper; The Face at the Window; The Highwayman; and Punished with a Prison Strap.

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

Saturday, October 05, 2013

New ebook - Three Merry Maids

Here's another brand spanking new title. I hope you like it.

Abby, Meg and Katrin have finished their studies and unable to get jobs, are in desperate need of money. So they decide to form a cleaning company, and market themselves as Three Merry Maids. Their first assignment at the house of Mr and Mrs Harper goes horrendously wrong, resulting in smashed glass, broken plates and a ruined ceramic hob. Mr Harper quotes for the damage, and when they can't pay, ends up spanking and caning the three of them. He is joined by his wife, Helga, who apparently shares her husband's proclivities, and later reveals that regular soirées are held at the Harper residence. These events involve creative role play and lots of spankings, and are very lucrative. The girls agree to give it a try, but their ability to get into bother results in a lot of fun and three sore bottoms...

This book also includes the following short stories: All in the Genes; The Bringers of Justice; The Busy Doctor; Heart's Desire; A Mum and Daughter Spanked; and Spanked & Strapped in the Smuggler's Den.

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

New ebook - Country Loving

Here's a fun romance from my alter ego, Abigail Armani. Enjoy.

This tells the story of Grant who moves into a sleepy little village, where for three weeks he enjoys peace and quiet - and then he meets Dotty - and her pet rooster George. In the space of half an hour, Dotty rampages around like a whirlwind, demolishes Grant's gate and scratches his new car. And when George pecks Grant in the testicles, Dotty thinks she can save the day with a bottle of her Granny Edith's muscle rub. Needless to say, Dotty earns herself several sound spankings. As for Grant, to his surprise he discovers this talkative, scatterbrained red-haired women is really quite endearing. Love blossoms. And when Grant's boss gets a glimpse of Dotty's bare bottom, a promotion follows!

This book also contains three other sizzling romance stories: The First Time; Millie Gets Caned; and Revenge is Sweet.

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

New ebook - Tales of Discipline and Love

Here's a romantic offering written under my pen name of Abigail Armani. Hope you like it :)

A beautifully written collection embracing loving discipline. In The Awakening, the mysterious Bryn senses a quality in Catrina that intrigues him. He takes her to his home and begins to introduce her to the sensual delights of spanking, awakening the dark hunger that has slept within her. The old house in All Hallows Eve holds onto memories ... painful, sensual, and revitalizing. A lingering spirit relives her lover's bittersweet touch.

In Black Jaguar, over-anxious and hard-working student, Joe, is persuaded to share a delicious lunch with attractive, vaguely familiar Alyshia in an idyllic forest clearing. Lulled by her story telling, some thugs take him by surprise before a black shadow scares them, freeing her and allowing her to claim him as her own. Deja Vu tells of a young woman who makes an arduous climb up a hillside, instinctively knowing that when she reaches the top, her secret dream will be turned into a reality.

Door in the Eves shows how Patricia moves back to live in her childhood home and through the door in the eves finds herself confronted by an old friend. In The Eye of the Eagle, Amy has arranged to meet Duncan on Ben More, the highest hill on Mull. She is entranced as she watches a pair of eagles, and is late for her assignation. She pays the consequences for her late arrival.

Then we have The Fortune Teller at the village fete who tells Grace the name of her future suitor - things are not always as they seem though and some predictions really do come true. How Unfair is That tells of a pupil who cheated to pass her music exam, but later marries her music teacher and confesses ... and now she pays the price, every year on the same date.

Some people know exactly what they want from life - in I Want a Spanking, Sharon wants Phil because she's heard certain things about him that intrigue and excite her; however, events take an unexpected turn and Sharon gets all she ever dreamed of. In Whale Song, Bryony is enjoying a whale-watching expedition. Marine biologist Mark finds her a fascinated audience, letting her listen to the mammals' incredible songs. Nor does this turn out to be his only speciality, as Bryony happily discovers!

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

New Ebook - Amanda and the Policeman

We girls are a sucker for a man in uniform ... ;)

In Amanda and the Policeman, Sergeant Ryan Bradley transfers out of London and returns to the village of his youth - the village where Bertram, his grandfather, still works in the family firm. On one of his visits to Bradley's Building Supplies, Ryan meets an attractive member of staff called Amanda, and promises himself that once he is settled he will get to know her better. But as time passes and Ryan helps his grandfather to install CCTV on company premises, it provides evidence which confirms Bertram's suspicions - Amanda is stealing money. Ryan comes up with a unique and innovative way to extract a full confession from Amanda, along with a memorably painful discipline session. But it appears that the spanking inflames passions and a hunger for more... with the promise of future fun and games in the police station.

Also included are:
Authorised Personnel; Be Careful What You Wish For; Belted Bottom for Tina; Box of Tricks; A Dutiful Father-in-Law; Fetch the Slipper; Getting Ready for the Spanking Party; A Good Hiding in the Hide; Her Father's Daughter; Intergalactic Spankings; Ladies Who Lunch; Lavinia's Letters; Magic Knickers; More Cheese Please Louise; My Uncle is a Toad; and She Asked for It.

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Lucy Appleby Interview

I'd like to say a big thank you to Patty Devlin for hosting me today on her blog.

Do check out the interview and learn what I've been getting up to :)

Thanks so much for organising it, Patty.

Monday, August 12, 2013

The Curiosity Shop

Coming Soon ...
Hello all you lovely people out there. I've been kinda busy of late - even more so than usual! - because there's LOTS coming soon! One title is a joint venture with myself and three other authors - Geraldine Hillis, Angela Stone, and J Wackford Colton. It's called The Curiosity Shop, and it has a supernatural theme. Whoever ventures into the shop gets what they deserve ... and some of the customers are so very deserving. I remember writing up the introduction and describing the proprietor of the shop, Conrad Black. He really came alive inside my head. I love it when the muse strikes hot!

Here's the introduction as a little taster. The book will be available from LSF Publications in a couple of weeks time:

He strode through the crowded street, a tall enigmatic figure, sartorially elegant in his formal though dated attire. He wore a frock coat of charcoal grey. His trousers were of the same fabric and colour with a subtle pin stripe. The sombre colours were complemented by a pristine high-collared white shirt, worn with a silver and black cravat and an embossed silk waistcoat the colour of rich claret.

From his waistcoat pocket hung a polished silver watch on a silver chain. His height was enhanced by a top hat of black felt, and the finishing touches to his attire were a pair of highly polished black lace-up ankle boots and a gentleman's walking stick with a silver plated head and a black hardwood shaft. He held the stick in his right hand - a large, well proportioned, yet delicate hand, with long tapering fingers and perfectly manicured nails. The point of the stick tapped smartly on the pavement as he walked.

He looked every inch the Victorian gentleman, totally incongruous amidst the hoards of Saturday shoppers jostling on the crowded pavements. He cast a disdainful glance at a noisy group of girls eating burger and chips from brown paper bags outside McDonald's. They ignored him. No-one gave him a second glance, which was odd given his unusual garb, his striking good looks, thick dark hair and commanding presence.

His sharp eyes missed nothing. Deep set and dark brown, they glittered and sparked in the late morning sun as he observed the goings on around him. On the busy main road the traffic was building up for the afternoon's football match, and some cars drove past with supporters leaning out of the windows, yelling and waving. He watched carefully. Sometimes his wide sensual mouth would twitch into a smile at the things that amused him; and when he was displeased, he would frown and narrow his eyes into a baleful glare.

Still, he rather enjoyed his indulgence of people watching. There were always deserving people to be found amongst the throng, and he derived great pleasure in selecting the special ones and ensuring they got precisely what they deserved.

He turned off into a small narrow side street away from the surging crowds, leaving the hubbub behind. At the end of the street was the green door to a shop which had double fronted bow windows, and a sign above that read The Curiosity Shop - antiques and curios from all corners of the globe. At the bottom of the sign, in small ornate lettering was the name Conrad Black, Proprietor.

Taking a small brass key from his pocket, Conrad Black used it to unlock the door. He locked and bolted it behind him, and walked through the shop. The rather ordinary external façade revealed a startlingly opulent and large interior. It was a sparkling Aladdin's cave, brim full with all manner of furniture and collectables.

There were bookcases, desks, chests and coffers; sofas, chairs and stools; cupboards, cabinets and dressers; clocks and watches and barometers. Gilt framed mirrors, oil paintings and watercolour prints hung from the walls, and display stands were bedecked with glass, porcelain and ceramic items, silver plate and glittering jewellery. There were all manner of lamps and chandeliers, iron grates and firedogs, interspersed with decorative planters, stone lions and garden ornaments. Further down the shop were beautiful Persian rugs and silk tapestries and wall hangings, and library shelves filled with ancient books.

Conrad Black walked past the books and opened an oak paneled door set into a dimly lit recess. It led in to a large private room with an adjacent small kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. This was his personal space and the place where he kept his private collection. He opened a large carved armoire and ran his hand along the rows of canes, crops, floggers, straps and paddles. He selected a two-tailed Lochgelly tawse of dark brown leather. It felt solid and heavy in his hand, and the two stiff tails at the business end of the implement were specially designed to maximize sting.

Removing his coat, he seated himself at his desk, his long sensitive fingers caressing the stiff leather of the tawse. He remained deep in thought for a few moments before he reached a decision. At that point he knew exactly who would shortly be on the receiving end of the tawse. The thought brought a wolfish smile to his lips and his dark eyes gleamed in anticipation.

Now available from LSF Publications and Amazon.

New E-Book - The Bad Boy Story Book Volume 2

F/M lovers everywhere - a brand spanking new Bad Boy Story Book (volume 2) is now available. It's hot and it's fun.

This anthology will be enjoyed by anyone interested in being disciplined by a dominant woman. The entertaining stories all feature the F/M orientation. Some are humorous, some are erotic; some have a domestic setting whilst others focus on particular scenarios and places and fantasy situations. The common theme is the women disciplinarians who will stand for no nonsense as they inflict good old fashioned spankings to the deserving, with the help of a formidable array of disciplinary implements. It has to be said that in most of these stories, the disciplined male ends up with a monster erection. Indeed, this tumescent condition appears to affect most of the men in this bumper collection of stories regardless of whether they are whacked by hand, cane, crop or paddle!

The first story called The Abominable Mother-In-Law, tells the tale of Bradley Carter who, driven by his love of money and a desire for an idle life, marries the wealthy and seemingly docile Emily Graf. But he doesn't bargain on having his budget curtailed by his fearsome iron-willed mother-in-law, Gretchen. She takes matters into her own hands right from the start and gives Bradley the first of many bare-assed paddlings. To his horror he discovers he has inadvertently signed a pre-nuptial agreement which states that if ever he overspends on the weekly budget (which of course he does), he is to be subject to rigorous weekly discipline throughout his married life. There is yet another clause which commits him to working as a house maid (in uniform) in the marital home. Emily is given lessons by her mother on how to discipline and train her new husband, so Bradley soon finds himself upended and chastised on alternate weeks by the two women in his life.

The other delights in this volume are:
Absolution, Auditions for a Spanking Movie, The Earth Mother, A Fish Slice Farce, Freddie and Mrs Brown, Granny Rattlebones, The Handyman, The Hypnotist, The Particle Physicist, His Wife, & His Mother, The Physical Education Teacher, The Raggedy Man, Secret Spanko, Sisters of the Lash, The Swamp Queen, and The Travelling Hairbrush Meets the Twins.

Fantastic artwork once again provided by my friend RedRump.

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

Thursday, August 01, 2013

Free Short Story - Today's Special

Here's a fun little thing I wrote a few years back. I hope it makes you smile :D

Business was booming at the Tea Cosy Café, thanks to the multi-talented chef, Frank Licker who had revitalized the café by the introduction of 'Today's Special.'

At a small table sat a plump middle-aged lady and her brother. They ordered a pot of tea, and as they deliberated over the menu, the café began to fill up.

"My goodness, Jeremy. Everyone in here has a big smile on their face."

"Indeed they have. How very jolly," beamed Jeremy. He turned and nodded affably at the surrounding customers.

"Well I don't like it," snapped Penelope. "It's not natural. Now - shall I have the salad ... or something more substantial?"

"I think I'll have the kippers," mused Jeremy.

"Don't be silly dear. You know they give you wind."

"Kippers do NOT make me fart," said Jeremy indignantly.

"Sssshh. Keep your voice down," hissed Penelope. She shamelessley eavesdropped on the nearby conversations. "Hmmm - everyone seems to be going for Today's Special. It must be highly recommended." She waved the waitress over. "I'll have the special, please."

"I'd like your Today's Special too," announced Jeremy. "I have a good feeling about it."

"Yes Sir, absolutely," said the waitress, and winked slyly.

Penelope stared at the departing waitress. "What a young hussy, winking at my brother like that. Shameless."

"I don't mind at all. If I can't have kippers, the next best thing is a wink."

"Nonsense. Really dear, if you didn't have me to guide you, heaven only knows what sort of predicament you'd get yourself in to." Penelope paused and looked towards the side of the room. A long low table had been positioned, and there were excited murmurings from the customers. "Oh look - here comes the chef. My, he's rather handsome."

"Oh - rather," agreed Jeremy.

Chef Licker waved to the customers. "Now then - who wants to be first to sample Today's Special?"

There were cries of "Me! Me!"

Penelope frowned. Whatever it was must be really good. She must ensure she got plenty for herself. So she stood up and waved. "Over here! Give me some!"

Chef Licker looked over. "I see you, Madam. Are you deserving?"

"I am MOST deserving."

"Fine. Looks like you're first then. Come here."

The crowd roared their approval and Penelope blushed with pride as she hurried over. "I can hardly wait." She looked at the table. On it sat a big sports bag. There was no sign of any food. "What IS Today's Special?"

"Twelve with the squealer!" Chef Licker dived into the bag and produced a huge leather paddle.

"The squealer! The squealer!" chanted the customers.

"What?" said Penelope. "Ohhhhhhhh!"

Penelope found herself grabbed and bent over the table. Two customers dashed forward to hold her arms in place, then to her horror her skirt was raised and her knickers lowered amidst riotous applause.

Chef Licker raised his hand and brought the paddle cracking down on the big wobbly bottom.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" squealed Penelope.

There was plenty for everyone ...

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

New E-Book - Horrible Aunt Harriet & Her Nephew

Here's my latest title, and if you want cheering up on a dull day, read on!

Eighteen-year old Dan has been cosseted by his parents, and when they need to take an unexpected business trip to Dubai, Dan is pleased that he will be given the chance to fend for himself for six weeks. Wrong. Instead, he finds he is sent to stay with his Aunt Harriet in the country. Aunt Harriet is a real character - a retired barrister - and an 'old school' disciplinarian. It isn't long before Dan experiences his first ever spanking. Bare bottomed over Aunt Harriet's lap he feels the blistering kiss of her hairbrush. It is a revelation for Dan. Painful, yes, but erotic too. He soon decides he quite enjoys being spanked by his no-nonsense aunt ... which is just as well because he gets himself in so much trouble he inevitably pays the price on his bare bottom.

A humorous rite-of-passage story between a misbehaving nephew and his strict aunt.

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

Monday, July 15, 2013

Free Story - Pig!

I'm referring to a real pig, as in big fat porker, as opposed to the male chauvinistic variety ... Here's a funny story. I hope it makes you chuckle. I certainly had fun writing it:D

PIG by flopsybunny (AKA Lucy Appleby)

Benjamin Grundy was enjoying the peace and quiet of the cabbage patch, with no noise but the gentle scrape of the hoe, the twitter of birds and the soft drone of bees. Years of manual labour had helped to maintain an unnaturally youthful physique for a man of 60 years, though he did find he needed a sit down more often these days. However, right now, he was diligently weeding as he indulged in quiet contemplation.

Alas, his tranquillity was shattered by a raucous shout emitted by the unmistakably grating voice of his cleaning lady, Mrs Gusset.

"Pig's got in, Mr Benjamin! Pig's got in!"

"What?" Benjamin frowned and walked over to the pig sty. Harriet was nowhere to be seen, and the unlatched gate swung to and fro.

"Damn that pig," he muttered, and headed towards the house.

"Eeeeeeeeeeee!" screeched Mrs Gusset. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Stop your caterwauling woman. Where is the wretched pig?"

"It's in the house, Mr Benjamin. It's trashing the living room. It's gone mad!"

"The pig is in the house?" Benjamin was aghast. "In my living room? No, it can't be."

"Oh but it is, Mr Benjamin. It is. I've seen it with my own two eyes," proclaimed Mrs Gusset, wringing her hands in a distraught manner.

"I don't believe it."

"It's true, by gum! It came hurtling into the kitchen and it stole a carrot from the vegetable box, and ran off chomping it. I tried to shoo it outside, but it wasn't having it. That's a very determined porker you've got Mr Benjamin, if I may say so. Sneaky too. Not to be trusted, is that pig."

"Out of the way, woman, let me at it. Give me the mop."

Mrs Gusset handed him her mop, and he advanced warily, holding the mop out ahead like a lance.

"Careful," warned Mrs Gusset. "It might bite you."

"Rubbish. Harriet doesn't bite. She - oh! She's got the mop! Give it here, you stupid animal."

Benjamin pulled the mop handle one way, and Harriet, her mouth full of mop head, pulled in the opposite direction.

"Aw, look at that! She wants to play tug of war. Nice piggie," said Mrs Gusset.

"Damn and blast!" thundered Benjamin. "How the hell did she get out of the pig sty?"

"Dearie me, I really don't know."

Benjamin muttered crossly and whacked the pig with the mop, trying to nudge her back out of the living room. But she wasn't going anywhere. Her little piggy eyes glared and she grunted angrily.

"Oh my! Watch it, Mr Benjamin - that's her mean and nasty grunt."

"Now listen here, I think I know more about my pig's grunt than you do, Mrs Gusset. Make yourself useful will you and go and get some rope."

"Ooooh, that's a smashing idea. I'll go and look in the shed."

"Be quick about it! We have to get this bloody pig out of my living room."

Harriet the pig rooted about behind the sofa and then went under the table and wouldn't come out. Benjamin tried to tempt her out with an apple, but she was wise to his tricks, and took her revenge by eating his best cushion and pooping on the rug.

Benjamin cursed and poked her with the mop. Harriet squealed loudly and maintained her position.

"If you don't come out right now," Benjamin informed the pig, "I'm having you for my dinner with peas and apple sauce."

"That's a very masterful thing to say to it," enthused Mrs Gusset as she returned with a length of rope. "Let it know whose boss, like."

Benjamin clicked his tongue in exasperation as he tied the end of the rope into a noose, and proceeded to lasso the pig, much to the delight of Mrs Gusset, who capered around the room making encouraging noises.

"Will you SHUT UP, woman! You"re making more noise than the pig. Silence. Let me concentrate."

At the third attempt, he managed to get the noose around Harriet's neck. It took the combined efforts of him and Mrs Gusset to pull Harriet out from under the table and take her back to her sty.

"Er, Mr Benjamin ..."


"Well I have to be honest. I cannot deceive you any longer. I have to confess to my crime."

"Which is?" Benjamin stared hard at Mrs Gusset.

Mrs Gusset stared back at him for a brief moment, her face flushed pink, and then she lowered her gaze and confessed. "I let the pig out. I didn't mean to. It was an accident."

"Oh, you STUPID woman!"

"I'm very very sorry. Very sorry indeed I am. Sorry," she added lamely.

"Right. That's it. That's the third time this week you have done something stupid and caused me grief. Into the barn with you. Get over the saw horse and get your knickers down. It's the strap for you, woman - good and hard."

Benjamin strode into the barn and retrieved the strap from its nail on the wall near the door. Mrs Gusset whimpered and did as she was told. She raised her skirt and pulled down her big pink bloomers. They fell in a heap around her Wellington boots. She obediently bent over the saw horse, her big white wobbly bottom jutting out like a massive Neolithic monument.

Benjamin got stuck in. He grasped the strap in his right hand and brought it cracking down over her bare bottom.

"Owwweeeee!" she screeched.

"I'll give you something to screech about, woman. Letting my pig out to run amok in my house. Take that! And that!"

His arm rose and fell as he strapped every inch of her bottom. There were a lot of inches to cover. He got quite a sweat on as he administered a good old fashioned strapping to this careless woman. Her bottom had changed colour from white to pink, and was now cherry red, with raised welts from the strap. The cries and yowls of Mrs Gusset infuriated him further, and he gave her an extra dozen for making such an awful racket.

When he was done, Benjamin hung the strap back on its nail and stomped out to make himself a nice pot of tea.

Mrs Gusset lay over the spanking horse, her bottom sore and throbbing, her eyes glazed over, and a big smile on her face. Blimey, she thought, the things a girl has to do to get herself a spanking.

© flopsybunny/Lucy Appleby

Monday, June 24, 2013

Free Story - All in the Genes

Here's a naughty little story for you all. Hope you like it :D

ALL IN THE GENES by flopsybunny (AKA Lucy Appleby)

Tony was half way home when he realised he had left his saxophone in the music room. Cursing, he headed back to school and made his way through the now silent and deserted corridors to the second floor music room. Much to his relief, his sax was on the chair where he had left it. He picked it up and was about to leave when a blur of copper-gold caught his eye.

Mrs Winters was the school's hottest teacher, with her hour-glass figure, long shapely legs and smouldering green eyes that accentuated her red-gold curls. It was those red-gold curls that were bobbing up and down through the glass of the stock-room at the back of the music room.

Puzzled, Tony moved forward, and as he drew closer, heard little whimpers and moans. He cautiously peeped through the glass panel at the top of the door, and his jaw dropped in amazement at the sight of the glamorous Mrs Winters, minus her skirt and knickers, her legs wrapped round the waist of Bert the maintenance man. He had his eyes closed in ecstasy, and each hand grasped a plump buttock, as Mrs Winters bounced joyfully up and down on Bert's joystick.

At that moment, Mrs Winters turned her head and saw Tony staring at her. Her face turned white with shock, and was immediately followed by a deep red flush. Tony drank in the vision, winked lewdly, then turned and left. Boy - was he going to have some fun with this!

He had to wait a whole week before he had the opportunity to put his plan into action. It was a week filled with delicious anticipation and decadent fantasy involving Mrs Winters' delectable arse. But at last, Friday arrived. The last lesson of the day was music, and Tony enjoyed himself hugely by staring intently at Mrs Winters, observing how flustered she was becoming beneath his meaningful gaze. Her cheeks flushed crimson and she stammered and spluttered her way through the lesson.

When the bell went, she marched resolutely towards the door to join the avalanche of pupils jostling for freedom. But Tony had anticipated this and was ready for her. "Excuse me, Mrs Winters. I have some questions I need to ask you."

"Oh," she said, biting her lower lip. "Can't it wait until next week?"

"No. It can't," he said decisively, feeling a surge of power as he observed her obvious agitation. "Of course, if you are too busy," he added in a low voice, "I could always have a word with Mr Winters."

"There's no need for that," she said, her voice shaking.

"Agreed. I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding."

She stared at him, aghast. "What are you suggesting?"

"Nothing too terrible. You might even enjoy it. I know I will."

Tony closed the door firmly after the last pupil to leave the room, and then deftly steered Mrs Winters into the stock room.

"Now look here, Tony," she began. "You must NOT tell my husband. Is that clear?"

"You are in no position to negotiate terms, Mrs Winters."

"Even if you did tell him, he wouldn't believe you," she said defiantly.

"That's why I have the video of your little indiscretion on my mobile phone," lied Tony.

Mrs Winters gasped and clasped a hand to her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears and she looked at him in desperation. "What is it you want?" "It's quite simple really. For the remainder of the year, after the last class on Friday, I want you in here, bare assed, bending over that table. And then I'm going to spank you."

"Sp...spank me?" She looked incredulous.

"Uh huh," grinned Tony.

Mrs Winters swallowed. Considering the alternative, perhaps a spanking wouldn't be too bad. Anyway, she didn't really have a choice. "Very well," she said quietly.

"I knew you would come round to my way of thinking." This was it. Now he had her ... his willing victim. His penis twitched at the prospect of the delights to come. "Stand and face the table."

She gave him one last pleading look, and then resignedly obeyed, standing with her back to him. Tony looked at her and shivered in excitement. "Hoist your skirt up to your waist," he said huskily.

She did. Oh yes. Very nice.

"Knickers down."

"Please...," she whimpered.

But he was resolute, and watched as she tugged at the waistband and pulled the flimsy lacy garment down to the top of her thighs. Tony drank in the curves of her shapely bare bottom.

"Take them right down to your ankles," he ordered.

She did so, revealing her lovely long legs, balancing on stylish three inch heels.

"Now bend over. More. More. Stick that arse out for me."

Mrs Winters made a peculiar mewling sound like a strangled cat. Her elbows on the table, she leaned over and thrust out her bottom obscenely.

"Legs apart," breathed Tony. Could it be he had found something even better than sex? "Oh yes," he said, as Mrs Winters complied, parting her thighs, revealing her glistening sex nestling in all its glory between her perfectly sculpted thighs. She had red-gold curls there too.

Tony licked his lips. His target was bared and ready. He reached out and felt each of her buttocks in turn, tentatively at first, and then he became bolder, and squeezed and kneaded the fleshy cheeks. Then he spanked her, watching in awe as her bottom dimpled beneath his touch. He delivered another slap, directly across the centre of her buttocks, which glowed afterwards with the imprint of his hand.

Tony began to spank her harder, delighting in the feel of her warm soft skin beneath his hand. He continued, inflamed by her little moans and whimpers, and focused on turning the once pale flesh to a wonderful crimson hue. He was in heaven - and Mrs Winters was right there with him, gasping out her enjoyment.

Tony's parents were amazed that their son suddenly developed a passion for music. So dedicated had he become that he even stayed behind after school for extra tuition, which resulted in a row of straight A's for his music homework.

"The lad obviously takes after me," said Tony's dad proudly. "It's all in the genes."

"Nonsense. You can't even sing in tune!" grinned Tony's mum.

"We'll have less of your cheek, woman, or it's the paddle for you. Hell - it's Friday and Tony's still at school." He grinned wolfishly. "I'm going to reacquaint your bottom with the big paddle - we won't be overheard."

With a big grin on his face, Tony's dad chased his wife upstairs and beat out a rousing tune on her bottom. The whacks were punctuated by a series of shrill wails.

What a musical family!

© flopsybunny

Saturday, June 22, 2013

New Ebook - The Castle - A Time Travel Romance

Here's my latest title, published under the pen name of Abigail Armani - the name I use for spanking stories with a romance theme. This was great fun to write, so if your tastes run to a soupçon of sex, spanking, and time travel, with a wicked villain and a couple of sexy Alpha males thrown into the mix ... then this one's for you :) Enjoy.

The Castle is an atmospheric and sensuous story set in two different time periods. Beth is shocked when she finds her boyfriend has been cheating on her with her best friend. Distraught, she drives north where she gets hopelessly lost and runs out of petrol. She is picked up by a rustic and very old-fashioned family in a horse and cart, and they give her shelter for the night in the grounds of a castle. At first, Beth thinks she has stumbled into some sort of primitive commune, but as events unfold she realises that is not the case at all. The castle and its environs are ruled by the wickedly sadistic Lord Ingram, who is very interested in the new arrival.

It is Roland, a paramedic from the 21st century, who with the aid of his mother and her New-Age friend Tabitha, travels back 500 years into the past to rescue Beth from the clutches of Lord Ingram. He is plunged into a dangerous time, and not only has he to find Beth, to whom he is irresistibly drawn, he also has to seek out Gregory Thackery - a man who mysteriously disappeared in the 1980's. Thackery has learned some of the secrets of time travel and can help Roland return to 2013. But Roland is determined not to return without the woman he loves...

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site

RedRump - Extraordinary Art Geek

I heard from my friend RedRump that he is experiencing a few personal issues right now. So, hang on in there RR and get blogging again when you can. Your friendly and supportive fan base awaits your return.

If you're new to spanking art, check out RR's blog. The guy has serious talent.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Lonesome Oak Ranch

Just wanted to give the thumbs up for Leigh Smith. Her first book published a few days ago is a spanking romance called Lonesome Oak Ranch. So if romance is your thing, do check it out. Well done Leigh :o) Make sure you celebrate in style.

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Thursday, June 13, 2013

New ebook - The Beachcomber's Love

Here's my latest title. Let's face it - who wouldn't want to be taken to bed and spanked by the smoulderingly sexy guy on the cover ...? :D

The Beachcomber's Love is a sensual story depicting the growing attraction between Greg and Marion, the attractive woman he finds stranded at low tide when he is out scouring his local beach for fossils and other treasures from the sea. Having lost her bikini bottom to the waves, Marion doesn't have the courage to emerge from the cold waters. But Greg does the gentlemanly thing and offers her his jacket. The pair get acquainted and Marion soon falls in love with the sexy Greg Masters; she discovers that they share many interests including a certain kink. Under his instruction she experiences the heady delights of erotic spankings. Their relationship progresses well until one warm afternoon in October when Marion makes the mistake of ignoring Greg's warning. She goes swimming and discovers the unpredictable and volatile nature of the sea. Her irresponsible behaviour generates consequences, and there is a price to be paid. Marion's bottom also pays the price when her jealousy towards Greg's colleague Erica results in a prank gone wrong, plus a ruined outfit. Love blossoms regardless, but there is trouble ahead in the guise of Marion's ex husband..

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

To purchase the book in other formats, please go to the LSF Publications site