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 ...