Friday, September 12, 2014

Little Daisy: A BDSM ageplay romance by Chloe Carpenter

A big thumbs up and congratulations to Chloe Carpenter on her sexy (this one is mega hot!!) new release Little Daisy: A BDSM ageplay romance. This has a great storyline and lots of smouldering sex.

Daisy is an attractive 23-year-old woman who accidentally stumbles upon a new toyshop. She gets to know the owner, Johnny Tennant, and the two begin to form a relationship.

At last Daisy has found someone who really understands her, someone who teaches her about Dominance and submission, someone who introduces her to a thrilling world of role play games where she can enjoy being a little girl dominated by a sexy older man.

Little Daisy includes anal play, diaper play, explicit sexual scenes, and elements of medical play. The punishments include humiliation, corner time, spankings and BDSM S/M themes.

Here's a little taster... Daisy has been calling round at the toy shop every afternoon after work. She enjoys spending time with Johnny and feels comfortable with him, as well as being sexually attracted to him. When he invites her to spend the weekend, she doesn't refuse, knowing the dynamics of their relationship are about to shift ...

This became their routine for the remainder of the week. Daisy called at the toy shop every afternoon after work and had cookies and lemonade followed by playing with anything she wanted. And the really fun part was that Johnny indulged her in every way, and joined in some of her games. They chatted and laughed together and got on wonderfully well, but on Friday evening, he noticed her downcast look.

“What's the matter, little one? Are you unhappy?”

“Well … it's just ...” She hesitated, suddenly shy.

“Go on.” He took her hand in his. “Tell me.”

“It's Saturday tomorrow and I don't go to work on Saturday's – so that means there's no excuse for me to come here.”

Johnny smiled. “Silly girl. Of course you can come. Why not spend the day here? I was hoping you would. You can help out round the back if you like. I'm setting up a doll's hospital. You'd be surprised at how many kids have toys that are broken – toys that are so well loved they don't want to throw them away. We'll mend them, you and I. If you'd like that?”

“Oh I'd love that!”

He smiled that quirky smile of his that she had grown to love. “And maybe after work, you'd like to have dinner with me, and we can spend the rest of the weekend together?”

“I'd love that too, Johnny.” Daisy reached up and flung her arms around his waist. Johnny responded by lifting her up and perching her on the end of the counter.

“There. Now you can hug me properly,” he teased, and when her arms went round his neck he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “Mmmn. Daddy's going to take care of his little one the entire weekend.”

“Daddy? I kinda like that,” she purred.

“I thought you would,” said Johnny, and kissed her again.

Little Daisy is available for Kindle from Amazon and in a variety of formats from LSF Publications:

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Six of the best!

All spankos know exactly what six of the best alludes to. Ouchie! Here's my recently released box set - containing spanking tales totalling 155,000 words. There's plenty to sink your teeth in to. :)

Six books for only $9.99!

Little Evie: a BDSM Ageplay Romance

Chloe Carpenter has done it again! Her latest ageplay book, Little Evie is crammed full of deliciously sexy spankings.

When the angelic-looking Evie meets Dylan Draper, he offers her a job, and the spark between them subsequently ignites. Another great storyline and some hot scenes for lovers of ageplay.

Here's a taster at point in the book where their relationship truly begins.


Dylan returned ten minutes later carrying a pair of pyjamas and a pair of slippers. “These belong to my God daughter Mary. She comes to stay the weekend now and then and I keep a few of her clothes here in one of the spare bedrooms. She's only 12 but I reckon you and she are about the same size.” He handed them over – a pair of cute pink pyjamas with little white rabbits on, and some pink fluffy slippers.

Evie laughed and put them on. “They're a perfect fit! I feel like a little girl again,” she declared, twirling round and round.

“Uh huh. You look like one,” he said with a gleam in his eyes.

They ate dinner in the big kitchen. Dylan poured Shiraz into two crystal glasses. “Shall we drink to the beginning of a wonderful relationship? Because that's what I want, Evie. Do you?”

“I do,” she said without hesitation.

“I'm 43 – a fair bit older than you. Is that a problem?”

“Not at all. Just the opposite in fact. It's part of the attraction.” She clinked her glass against his. “To us.”

“To us,” echoed Dylan. “Are you sitting comfortably?”

“Very comfortably, thank you,” said Evie, slightly puzzled.

“Jolly good. Make the most of it, because when I implement phase 5 of the Dylan Draper action plan, you'll find sitting somewhat awkward.”

“Er … dare I ask what phase 5 is?” asked Evie.

“You're going to get a spanking for being careless and irresponsible. You're going to get spanked for all the reasons I listed earlier. And for as long as you're in a relationship with me, you will accept my discipline. But, admit it – that's what you've been secretly yearning for, isn't it?”

“Yes.” Evie nodded, a flush colouring her cheeks.

“I'm a dominant man, Evie. I need to be in control. But you'll find I'm very different from your late husband. You will submit to me because you want to, and whatever I do, I will always have your best interests at heart. I desired you when I saw you in the corridor at Barkers waiting for your interview, and I've desired you ever since. So to find we both share similar interests...” he grinned wolfishly, “is a stroke of good fortune. I have so much to teach you.”

“And there is so much I want to learn from you.”


Wednesday, July 09, 2014

Little Ruthie - Hot new ageplay book from Chloe Carpenter

Heads up to Chloe Carpenter, her second fab ageplay book is out. Little Ruthie is a BDSM ageplay romance involving 20-year old Ruthie and a sexy older man, Tom, who acts as her 'Daddy'. He's a kind and loving Daddy, but doesn't hesitate to punish any misdeeds!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Little Lizbet - Hot new Ageplay romance from Chloe Carpenter

Thumbs up to Chloe Carpenter for writing an ageplay book that ticks all the boxes. Little Lizbet is a BDSM ageplay romance involving the cute and diminutive little Lizbet and her 'Daddy'. Although she tries to be good, Lizbet has a talent for being bad, and when she breaks Daddy's rules, she pays the consequences on her naughty bottom.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Spanking Romance: the importance of dynamic first chapters, opening paragraphs, & narrative - Round Table Discussion

Spanking Romance: the importance of dynamic first chapters, opening paragraphs, & narrative

by Lucy Appleby

Thanks to the organisers of Spanking Round Table Discussions for asking me to host a discussion topic on my blog. This is my first time participating, and I'm more than happy to do so as the topic is one that really interests me. I reckon it's an irrefutable fact that if a reader isn't 'hooked' by a good opener, they move on and find something more engaging – and given that a staggering 40,000 ebooks are released onto Amazon every month, there are plenty of alternatives for the would-be purchaser. I've worked in publishing - that first page is crucial. It's also the part of the story most looked at by potential agents and publishers.

Making a good first impression is paramount, so let's look at some of the issues surrounding opening paragraphs...

A good opening paragraph to a story, like a door half-open to a dark room, throws in a shard of light that shows its depth but not all the details. Those crucial first pages should hook the reader, intrigue them, make them formulate questions and want answers. By their choice of words, a good author is able to reel the reader in, making the readers wonder who certain people are and why they are behaving in the way they do.

Openings can be tough to write, and sometimes, if we try too hard, we end up with a somewhat forced and laboured paragraph, or we lose the momentum of our idea. A good opening suggests the nature of the story about to unfold. It pitches the reader into the story's place and time setting, its tone and narrative stance providing a taster of what is yet to come. If the reader is engaged by the opener, they will likely move forward and read more; if not, the reader stops and goes to find something else. Good openers comment on an action associated with the unique premise of the story, or its precipitating event or underlying conflict.

An opening can do any of the following:
Set the scene
Introduce characters
Introduce situations
Set the mood
Indicate place and time
Introduce conflict

The above points apply just as much to spanking fiction as they do to mainstream fiction. I've read some spanking books where the first scene is a huge hype of narrative fireworks, involving fearsome paddlings and whippings and yells, or overloaded with major sex, or significant life changing decisions made and announced with a fanfare of rhetoric... only to discover that the whole thing kind of fizzles out later on like the proverbial damp squib. Too much too soon can disengage the reader. It can also challenge credibility.

One way to develop criteria for judging the effectiveness of your opening paragraphs is to review ones you particularly like, ones that resonate in your mind. Then return to your own opener and reassess, making changes to improve it. Writing is like a good pot of chilli - the more you reheat it and taste it, the better it gets!

The following points can help to sharpen up the opening passages:
Opening the story at a crucial point, such as the revelation of an important secret
Presenting a unique problem
Describing a dynamic action scene
Providing some kind of mystery
Presenting questions that need answering

There are three essential elements for a spanking story: a bottom, an implement, and someone to ensure that the bottom and the implement engage in a way designed to thrill and entertain the reader. Throw into the mix a budding relationship involving a dominant Alpha male and we're hooked. For those of us with the spanking kink, our specific genre has so many possibilities for good stories involving for example, naughty wives' who overspend on credit cards, crash their spouse's car, have temper tantrums and generally misbehave to attract the attention of the guy they have the hots for – all of which results in a spanking. Such stories can have an opener where the main protagonist is filled with guilt and feels apprehensive... or even excited anticipation (and why not - spankings can be such fun!). If an opener begins with someone maxing out on a credit card, the reader just knows there will be trouble ahead and spankings to follow, and hopefully they will carry on reading to discover what happens next.

“Words somehow arrive,” says the Scottish poet Robert Crawford. “A phrase sticks in your head and others accrete round it” … rather like iron filings drawn to a magnet. English is a wonderfully expressive and almost limitless language. Admittedly there are only so many ways to express words like 'Crack!' 'Ow!' 'Thwack!' but someone who has fine-tuned their craft of writing can produce wonderful descriptions of the sound a paddle or hand or strap makes on bare flesh, or the nature of a spankee's cries. The need to keep the reader’s interest means that being concise is important. Mindless waffle is seldom useful in persuading the reader to stick around, and nowhere is this more important than in the opening paragraphs.

Okay, on to the nitty gritty … here are a few openers from spanking tales. Some openings pace the hook gently, each subsequent sentence strengthening the hook until realization dawns – you are so caught up in the narrative you are at grave risk of staying up until four in the morning finishing the book.

The Postmistress & The Gardener by Lucy Appleby (A Femdom romance)
It was a typical Monday morning in the post office, with the usual queue of people who poured through the door at opening time, each intent on pursuing their individual errands. As they waited in line, most chatted to others in the queue; in a small village, everyone knows everyone else's business.

Or at least that is the perception.

If they had known that their efficient new flame-haired postmistress was sitting behind the counter resting her feet on the cane-striped buttocks of a naked man, they would have had a conversation topic to keep tongues wagging for a decade.

Captive's Desire Natasha Knight
Livvie rolled her aircraft onto the runway, listening to the heavy steel doors slide closed behind her. She forced in a shallow breath and gripped the throttle with sweaty hands.

“Officer Jenkins requesting permission for launch,” she spoke into her headset.

Her heart raced. Today's mission was the last in a series of tests. Just one more to pass before earning her place as a pilot of the Hunter-Killer squadron of Magnus One, one of the last two remaining cities on earth. At twenty, she'd be one of the youngest women ever to join such an elite group, and, although proud, she couldn't shake the anxiety she felt today.

Buccaneer by Rue Chapman
Charlotte heard the pounding of feet on the deck overhead, and huddled into the corner of her tiny cabin. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, not even any furniture to move to block the door. A bunk, a hook on the wall to hang her clothes, a tiny porthole - and Lady Charlotte Herrington, her dark hair in a wild tangle around her face, her blue eyes wide with fear.

More shouts from above, then heavy footsteps moving closer. Below decks now, coming towards her cabin. Charlotte's hands were slick with the cold sweat of fear.

Suddenly the door swung open, slamming against the wall. The man who stepped into her cabin seemed huge in that tiny space. His hair was a wild golden mane, his eyes a strange golden brown, he was all predator. He paused for a moment, surveying the sweet vision in front of him, then sketched a bow. His pretence of civility was a studied insult.

"Lady Charlotte, I presume?"

The Beachcomber's Love by Abigail Armani
Greg ducked his head as he came out of the low door of his cottage - one of a row of brightly painted, red-roofed fisherman's cottages that nestled shoulder to shoulder, flanked from the northern gales by the lofty crag above. From a distance the cottages appeared to tumble down the steep cliff side to the seafront below.

The late afternoon September sun shone on the sweep of golden sand and glinted on fossil-filled pools. He never tired of wandering along the tide line of the bay, especially off-season when the tourists had fled from the blustery north Yorkshire winds to find warmer climes down south.

It was low tide, and the beach was deserted save for the gulls as they wheeled through the sky and skimmed the surface of the sea to bob comically on the eddying waves.

He set off along the mile-wide bay, a fossil-seeker's paradise. Had any woman been watching, she would have found him an arresting figure, tall - 6ft 4 - darkly handsome, chocolate brown eyes with a sensuous glint, and a smile to set pulses racing and just the right amount of stubble to be sexy.

Discipline with Love by Geraldine Hillis
Joanna stood facing the wall of the bedroom, her mind spinning with confused emotions. Some time soon, Graeme would come through the door, and she would be faced with the biggest decision of her life - to accept and stay - or to refuse and go. She leant her forehead against the cool pine panelling, and thought over the events which had led her to this pass.

Seems Like Old Times by Rosanna Young
Sharon cursed as she tried to untangle herself from the fishing line that was going to strangle her. The harder she tried to untangle herself, the more wrapped up in it she became, until she threw the pole to the ground in a fit of pique. "Motherfu..." she mumbled, as she felt the fishing hook catch in her hair.

"I'd watch the language if were you," a very masculine voice said from behind her.

Cocktails & Roses by Elizabeth Belmont
"Oh my God! Woman, you don't just burn your bridges, you blow up the road as well." Laughing at both the unfolding story and the young woman gracing her San Francisco bedroom, Kylee handed her best friend since grade school a second glass of Pinot Noir and took a seat on the cushioned bench at the end of the bed. "I mean, no kidding; all his stuff out the window?"

Accepting the offered glass of ruby comfort, Valerie leaned back against the oak headboard of Kylee's bed, taking a deep sip. "Shirts, pants, you name it, right out the window."

Shaking her head, Kylee took her own swig of Napa Valley red and leaned forward to rest her arm on the blue silk of her favorite bedspread. "OK, Val, we've had our wine and you've had your cry. Now spill."

Cassie's Space by PK Corey
Have you ever wondered how others view you? I recently had the privilege of accidentally overhearing two ladies discuss me. While I realise most people frown upon eavesdropping, I couldn't stop my ears from perking up and listening.

“She's such a lady. Wouldn't you like to be like that someday, refined, gracious and elegant? I think she could wear a potato sack and still look like a queen. I love to hear her laugh: You can tell she just enjoys herself wherever she is. She's fun to be around.”

“I think it's Tom who keeps her so happy,” the other lady chimed in. “He's pretty darned good looking for an older man. And they are so sweet together. He holds chairs for her, opens the car door even, they hold hands - I think they're precious. I want to be her when I grow up - the perfect, southern lady.”

Spank!2 by Penelope Hasler and Becky Sharpe
It was nearly time. Lisa peeked through the blinds again, watching for the car's approach. A pair of headlights appeared in the distance – swimming through the darkness – was this him? - But they carried on past the house and disappeared. She went back to pacing round the lounge.

As she paced she was both scared and excited by the knowledge that she was about to be punished. She had dreamt, many times, of being spanked over a man's knee, but she was about to experience it for real. Would she enjoy it? Would he spank very hard? The thought that she was about to learn the answer to that second question made her heart pound in her chest like a drum.

My Texas Cowboy by Abigail Armani
The day dawned bright and clear, at odds with the dark-clad figure who moved furtively between the trees. He moved swiftly yet cautiously over the grass, intent on keeping his presence secret, taking care not to step on any dry twigs and attract unwanted attention. He manoeuvred himself into a position where he had an uninterrupted view of the Armstrong ranch, and as he settled down to wait, his face darkened as malice and anger took hold.

It was only a matter of time before they stepped out, as he knew they would. He had quickly discovered their habit of a brief early morning stroll followed by ten minutes or so sitting beneath the cypress tree. His eyes narrowed with resentment as he watched them, the big handsome Texan and his girlfriend. He dismissed the man, and let his gaze drink in the sight of the woman. Even at this early hour, without makeup, dressed in a pair of frayed jeans and a pale yellow shirt, she looked stunning. Her waist-length hair was the colour of a raven's wing, black with a faint almost blue sheen that sparkled in the sunlight.


I hope you all find this topic as fascinating as I do. I can't possibly do it justice in 2,000 words, but I hope you have enjoyed the snapshot and I look forward to your views. To any writer reading this - may you create opening lines to fall in love with and may the hooks of your books grab the reader and not let go!

Thanks for dropping by, and don't forget to visit the other participating blogs.
Lucy Appleby (AKA Abigail Armani)

From Innocence to Experience: A BDSM Romance

Delighted to announce that From Innocence to Experience: A BDSM Romance is now available. It's published under my other pen name of Abigail Armani.

It tells the story of Bella's new life with the enigmatic James King. Putting her failed marriage behind her, she is introduced to a whole new lifestyle in an unfolding and powerful relationship that explores D/s, BDSM, trust, understanding and obedience to her disciplinarian. James King is a true dominant prepared to take control, nurture, and accept responsibility for the welfare of his new submissive as she indulges her deepest fantasies, glorying in delicious helplessness, lost in a heady world of dark and decadent sensation. There are challenges along the way, and Bella grows in confidence as she learns to embrace her true nature. Her feelings for James are far deeper than mere lust, and James quickly becomes her entire world. He is masterful and controlling - yet he still encourages her to think for herself and learn from the experiences they share. This book has enough hot sex to satisfy any reader curious about domination and submission, but it also captures the sense of completeness that comes from submission within a loving relationship.

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

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Get ready for Friday!

Hi folks, the next Spanking Round Table Discussion is scheduled for Friday 28th March 2014, and we'll be talking about Spanking Romance: the importance of dynamic first chapters, opening paragraphs & narrative.

So this is a reminder to all you readers out there to please visit the participating blogs which you'll find listed here.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Spanking Round Table Discussions: Spanking Romance: the importance of dynamic first chapters, opening paragraphs & narrative

Yours truly will be hosting the next Spanking Round Table Discussion scheduled for 28th March 2014. The topic is a good one - Spanking Romance: the importance of dynamic first chapters, opening paragraphs & narrative.

Every story needs a good opener ... the hook to reel the reader in and make them want to stay up all night until they reach the end of the story.

I'll be posting my article here on March 28th and it will be great if you will join us and put forward your own views. Sign up for the event here.

Out of the Night - Joelle Casteel

My congratulations go to Joelle Casteel, BDSM writer. Out of the Night Book 1 has been re-released, and there's a blog tour to help promote. Read all about it, starting at Joelle's blog here

Monday, March 10, 2014

LSF Story Challenge Winners

The results are in for The Library of Spanking Fiction Story Challenge. The overall winner is Spanking Theatre, with an absolutely fascinating and magical story called Grimoire. As always, these challenges wouldn't work without all the many people who contribute, either by submitting an entry, and/or by reading and voting. Check out the past and current challenge details here. If you are a member of the LSF, log on and read all the amazing stories.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

The Library of Spanking Fiction Theft Story Challenge 2014

Many of you may know about the Library of Spanking Fiction (LSF) but for anyone who doesn't, it is a completely FREE resource managed and funded by myself and my partner Februs. (My handle on the LSF is flopsybunny). We have 13,500 members and almost 23,000 stories - including poems, serials, letters, limericks, songs and even a play or two ... all related to the noble art of spanking.

Every year we organise two or three story challenges. You can view past challenges here. The purpose of the challenges is to stimulate existing, and potential, authors into creating new works of spanking fiction, to provide a means whereby readers can participate by being able to cast votes on the entries, and most importantly, simply to have a bit of fun.

We've just announced our latest challenge. Full details can be found on the LSF forum here. If you'd like to have a go at writing something to share with our international community of spankos - please do!

Friday, January 17, 2014

New ebook - Treasured Memories of a Disciplined Wife

If you enjoy domestic spankings, I have a new ebook out called Treasured Memories of a Disciplined Wife. It's written under my pen name of Abigail Armani.

Daisy, a widowed old lady in hospital is looking back on her life through her most treasured possession, her old photograph album. Each picture triggers a memory of her life with her beloved husband Frank. The narrative then takes the reader back into the past and we discover through a sequence of vignettes the stories associated with the various photographs. Some are poignant and nostalgic, others are amusing, and they all illustrate the relationship between Daisy and Frank. If you enjoy loving discipline with a dash of humour, you'll love this book.

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

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Ebook - The Suitcase Man ... purveyor of erotic pleasures

If you enjoy sensual fantasies, do check out The Suitcase Man. He will make your bones melt!

The Suitcase Man is an enigma. Who is he? What is he? Where is he from? How does he find his way into the minds (and beds!) of countless women to discover their hidden fantasies? The answers to these questions become less significant to the women fortunate enough to experience an assignation with him - they are far too preoccupied indulging in the erotic process which turns their fantasies into a gloriously sensual reality. And what darkly glittering fantasies they are, involving all manner of deliciously decadent perversions, inventive role play and spanked bottoms. It seems that the mysterious Suitcase Man with his persuasive charm and darkly handsome looks, has no difficulty persuading women to cast aside their inhibitions. This must be the case, since they invariably end up on the receiving end of his expertly intimate attentions, frenziedly screaming for more!

Available from Amazon and also LSF Publications:

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

Monday, January 13, 2014

The Lady From Crewe

Greetings - here is a very silly limerick I wrote. I hope it makes you smile :)

The Lady from Crew by Lucy Appleby

A fat bottomed lady from Crewe
Whose rump was whacked red, black and blue
Said, "My mate used a kipper
Instead of a slipper
And now I smell horrible too!"

Sunday, January 05, 2014

Free Story - The Cherry Cake Incident

There seems to be no shortage of men who like to be spanked by a dominant woman. Here is a story about one of them - a young man called Gilbert who has the hots for Cook. Enjoy! And Happy new Year to you all.

The Cherry Cake Incident
by Lucy Appleby
Gilbert Bryce considered himself a fortunate man, for he had just obtained a position as second footman at Grantham Hall. Though the hours were long and some of his many duties unpleasant, such as emptying the chamber pots of all the male servants and washing them with a vinegar-soaked rag, (washing the chamber pots that is, not the servants) he applied himself conscientiously to each and every task. By the end of his first week at Grantham Hall, he had gained an in-depth understanding of the way things worked and knew his place within the hierarchy of servants. Below stairs, the Butler Mr Jarvis, and the Housekeeper, Miss Williams were the respected figureheads of authority; there was just one area in which they passed autonomy onto another - and that was the discipline of the household staff.

Discipline was Cook's domain. She was good at it ... very good indeed; she had a certain talent combined with an incessant enthusiasm for doling out punishment on deserving bare bottoms, and she took an even greater pleasure in meting out discipline to the undeserving, particularly when she manipulated situations to her own advantage. No one dared challenge her. She ruled the kitchen with a rod of iron, her face often set in a scowl as she inspected the work of her underlings and found them sadly lacking. Soggy pastry was the most heinous crime - Betty got two dozen with the wooden spoon for her soggy-bottomed lemon tart. Beatrice got six of the best with the slim rattan after her suet dumplings were found to be so heavy they sank (with a little covert help from Cook) to the bottom of the iron stew-pot. Mary was treated to a dose of brine-soaked birch rods for failing to clean the baking trays to Cook's exacting standards, and Lizzy the scullery maid got six stingers with the strap for spilling the ash pan all over Cook's clean kitchen floor, even though Cook herself was responsible for the mishap.

Gilbert quietly absorbed all this and quickly got the measure of Cook. It didn't matter that she was the most unpopular member of staff in the entire household - he adored her. He admired her physical strength, her assertiveness and tenacity, and though her face was plain as a pikestaff, he found himself lusting after her and did his utmost to attract her attention. Yet however hard he tried, he remained firmly below her radar ... until the cherry cake incident.

Cook was most particular about her cakes and kept a vigilant eye on the kitchen and scullery maids to ensure that not one crumb intended for the Master and Mistress of the house found itself into the greedy belly of a servant below stairs. One afternoon, she made a particularly impressive-looking cherry cake and set it on the cake stand to be taken upstairs at tea time, but to her horror the next time she glanced at it, there was a big slice missing. Cook went ballistic! She ranted and raved and gnashed her teeth. She brandished her rolling pin and cursed and threatened. She lined up all the female staff in a long row, and bent them bare-bottomed over her scrubbed pine kitchen table.

Surveying the row of bared posteriors, their owners shaking at the thought of their imminent chastisement, Cook's gimlet eyes narrowed. Since the culprit would not confess, she would punish the lot of them, and it would be a punishment they would not forget in a hurry! Cook smiled thinly and rolled up her sleeves. She retrieved her favourite thick, heavy strap from the nail behind the larder door. It would soon leave some beautiful markings on the pale moons awaiting chastisement. She positioned herself behind the first unfortunate miscreant and raised her arm.

"Wait!!" Gilbert Bryce stepped forward. "I have a confession to make. It was I who stole the cake. Therefore it is I who should be punished."

There came a collective gasp of relief from the owners of the bare bottoms. Cook stared long and hard at Gilbert Bryce. "Prove it," she snapped.

"But - I can't! I've eaten the evidence!" declared Gilbert.

"How very foolish of you," said Cook slyly.

"Well ... I - I am the thief! So punish me and let these innocents go!"

"Not on your nelly," snapped Cook. She elbowed the fat-bottomed Dolly at the end of the row. "Move up girl. Make room for ...?" She looked questioningly at Gilbert.

"Gilbert Bryce, Ma'am."

"Very well, Gilbert Bryce. Bare your bottom and bend over the table. Jump to it. I haven't got all day."

With trembling fingers and a building sense of excitement, Gilbert began unbuttoning his livery. This was it - his dream come true - he was to be disciplined by Cook! This was a day he would cherish forever! He dropped his breeches and bent over the table.

"Stick that rump right out, boy!" Cook swatted it with the palm of her hand. Gilbert almost swooned with pleasure.

But the others gathered around the table in the same undignified pose were not so pleased. They thought it most unfair that they were to be punished for something that Gilbert was responsible for, and they all glared at him, darting looks of contempt and unspoken promises of retribution. Gilbert was oblivious. He arched his back and thrust out his backside, enjoying the feel of the cool air on his naked buttocks. What a shameful spectacle he must make! The thought of such exhibitionism made his cock twitch and pulse. He fervently hoped Cook couldn't see it.

But she had. She reached down and grabbed it in her left hand, giving it a yank. "Despicable creature! What is the meaning of this engorged manhood?"

"Oooo!" squealed Gilbert, shocked to find his fine appendage so cruelly pulled.

In spite of their imminent punishment, the kitchen girls began to giggle and snort with laughter.

"Silence!" bellowed Cook. "Cease that infernal snorting. I will not tolerate it!" As quiet descended like a heavy blanket, Cook reached for her strap. "I shall start with you, Mr Bryce. And I shall finish with you also - you will have a double dose for your thievery. What say you to that?"

"As it pleases you, Cook." Gilbert screwed up his face and held his breath, waiting in an agony of expectation for that first slash of the strap. When it came, his eyes bulged, and his mouth opened wide in shock. He wanted to yell, but he couldn't ... the pain was so intense his vocal chords were paralysed. Down came the strap - again and again, landing heavily with a hearty crack on Gilbert's firm buttocks. At last, a noise erupted from his throat. "Yaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeee!!" he screeched. "Oh! Ow! OW! OWW!"

"Hah!" said Cook. "I see I'm having some effect. Let's give you a few stingers a little lower, shall we?"

"No!" shouted Gilbert. "I'd really rather you didn't. I - Arrrrgh!" He squealed again as the strap bit the under-curve of his buttocks, getting him right in the crease. He shook his haunches in a comical fashion, trying to deflect the pain. He bounced up and down, yelling and wriggling. His poor bottom burned and throbbed. And that wasn't all - Cook still had hold of his cock! She kept tugging at it, using it as a handle to guide him back into position.

Those who were brave enough to lift their heads to observe the proceedings saw a rare thing - Cook with a smile on her face. Oh yes. She was having such fun! She would be sure to give this young man plenty of attention in the future. He was most deserving. Giving him two more cracks with the strap, she then went round the table, meting out six strokes on each of the bare bottoms presented. The kitchen was soon filled with gasps and yelps and hollers. Her mission with the female staff accomplished, Cook bade them cover their strapped bottoms and get on with their work while she finished disciplining Gilbert. Hanging the strap back up, she instead reached for the sturdy rattan and swished it joyously through the air.

Gilbert swallowed. His backside was sore and striped - and now he had to endure the cane! But one look at the wonderfully stern face of his tormentor and he became putty in her hands, anxious to please by sticking his bottom out just as far as it could possibly go. Lines of fire burned into his skin and he wailed out his pain.

"Haha! No so stoical now, are we boy?" said Cook. "Here - have another one." Down slashed the cane, directly across Gilbert's tortured buttocks.

He hated it. He loved it. It was terrifying. It was wonderful. It was the beginning of a very unique relationship between Gilbert and Cook. However, as stiff and sore as he was after she had done with him, there was to be no respite. Because when Cook popped out to the village on an errand, the kitchen staff turned on Gilbert with vengeance etched over their faces.


"Steal the cake, huh, and get US punished!"

"Punished for something we didn't do!"

"Take off your clothes."

"All of them!"

"Now you'll find out what a real spanking feels like, Gilbert Bryce."

He did too - and he didn't even like cherry cake!

Copyright Lucy Appleby 2014