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