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...profanity, sexually explicit dialog andadult imagery.
If you are under 18 and/or offended by this...

Thanks fiona, from "Sir Q and Me" for the warning message that just makes me melt. :)

Friday, October 31, 2014

Samhaine or Winternights or Halloween- October 31st with The Queen and his family. Sex and stories

So writing this was part of why I got a late start to reading Spank or Treat- I didn't want others' stories to color this story; I was fairly sure that my imaginings with these pagan characters from my Vala's Story serial wouldn't have much if anything in common with those other stories. As I read on one site, Winternights as Asatru or Norse Pagans (as The Queen understands part of his spirituality) call the holiday that roughly coincides with the American Halloween or Celtic Samhaine lacks much of the darker or creepy side of those holidays. Just a warning, this is a long story as I allowed myself to tell it without worrying about word count, although at 1411 words, it's not over the Spank or Treat maximum- you can still use the SoT picture in my right column btw to get to Anastasia Vitsky's page about the hop. After you enjoy my story, if you would like some sexy Halloween fun, why don't you head over to Anastasia's page for the link? :)


The Queen sat on the edge of his bed, looking down at his hands. Palms, then tops of his hands. He flipped his hands again. He studied the lines on his palms. "You know, I've never really bought the idea of palm reading," he said to Tommy without looking up.

"That first time we met, my Queen, I noticed how strong your hands looked." Tommy picked up The Queen's right hand and placed it on his waist. "Are you thinking on this being your first Winternights after your mother's passing?"

"The contraction give me away?" The Queen snorted.

"Just a little. I wondered if this might be a difficult holiday for you, my Queen." Tommy stepped between The Queen's spread legs. "Do you think that sitting alone, sad, and naked is the best way to honor who your mother could have been, should have been?"

"No, it's not." The Queen pressed his face against Tommy's t-shirt clad stomach. "Baby boy, what are all my other pagans doing?"

"Iona, Prisca, and Vala have their subs dressed warmly and are outside. Not sure what they have planned."

"Why aren't you with them, baby?" The Queen kept his eyes closed as he held Tommy and breathed him in.

"I was worried about you, my Queen." Tommy licked his lips at The Queen looking up at him.

"Come here," The Queen growled as he pulled Tommy down onto his lap, the boy straddling his master's legs. "What do you need to stop worrying about me?" He brushed his lips against his boy's cheek.

"Uh..." Tommy grunted.

"And such a teasing boy to come to me with only a shirt on." The Queen moved Tommy until their cocks pressed against each other.

"I wasn't trying to be teasing, my Queen." Tommy nuzzled his face against The Queen's neck.
"But now you are."

"Now I've felt your hard cock, my Queen. Please let me please you somehow." Tommy continued to press tiny kisses along his master's jaw, the underside of his neck.

"I don't know what I want," The Queen whined.

"Maybe you'd like to come in my mouth, my Queen." Tommy's kisses moved to The Queen's earlobe and he sucked the fleshy bit into his mouth. He lowered his voice to a murmur, "I'd love for you to come in my mouth."

"That sounds good." The Queen scooted back on his bed, pulling Tommy along with him. He pushed the shirt off so they were skin to skin. His hands wound into Tommy's hair as he claimed the lips in a brutal kiss.

Tommy writhed against The Queen. His hand slipped to his master's chest, caressing and lightly pinching.

The Queen broke the kiss to push on the top of Tommy's head.

Tommy squirmed his way down the bed, hungrily kissing The Queen's skin as he made his way, over chest and stomach. "Love you, my Queen," he murmured against the beloved skin. He groaned as the muscles rippled at his touches. He breathed in to smell that divine musk that was all about The Queen's arousal. He opened his mouth to suck the cock in. His face was lovely warm against his master's body.

The Queen stroked Tommy's hair. "My good boy," he crooned. "That feels so good, my baby boy."

Tommy luxuriated in the moment, enjoying The Queen's words as much as he enjoyed the gloriously hard cock in his mouth. Pubic hair against his chin even felt wonderful beyond words. He basked in the taste, the textures as he sucked and moaned. Love to suck your cock, my Queen. His hand crept up onto the lightly thrusting hip. He clung as The Queen took the sucking to face fucking. He shuddered from shoulders to toes in ecstasy. His fingers pressed into The Queen's ass in his joy.

"Gonna fuck my cum into your mouth. Make you swallow every drop," The Queen grunted.

Tommy's toes curled. Yes, thanks, my Queen! He relaxed his throat.

The Queen thrust deeper into Tommy.

Tommy pictured his master's smile at his momentary gagging. His body went rigid as if in orgasm.

"Good boy." The Queen cried out, the sound garbled with deep groans. He panted.

Tommy swallowed as he could, small movements of his mouth and lips, still wrapped around The Queen's cock. He whimpered at the perfect taste, his master's cum filling him. Thank you, my Queen.

After a moment, The Queen eased his cock out of Tommy's mouth before pulling his boy up to him. "I hope we're both better now."

Tommy lifted his lips for The Queen's soft kiss. "Yes, thanks, my Queen." He nestled against his master, his eyes closing as he basked in the embrace.

The Queen pulled some of his comforter over them. "That was over all too quick."

Tommy tilted his head to look at The Queen's face. "But my Queen, articles say that the marathon sex in porns isn't very realistic and most guys come within five or so minutes."

The Queen chuckled. "Trying to make me feel even better? What about you?"

"No fair, two questions, my Queen." Tommy grinned. "I feel good just making you come, seeing you smile, and if it's all the same to you, my Queen, I'd rather enjoy holding on to this pent up sexual energy until after some celebrating outside."

"Such a good boy." The Queen kissed Tommy's forehead and then lips. "But outside means leaving the warmth of the bed, putting clothes on."

Tommy giggled. "Sometimes that has to happen, my Queen."

"Okay. Another moment and we shall join them."

"My Queen! My Lord!" Vala approached The Queen and Tommy as they stepped into the backyard with large black mugs in hand. "Mulled cider?"

"Yes, thanks, my love." The Queen kissed Vala's forehead and accepted the mug from her. "Simon set up the slow cooker again this year."

Vala giggled. "Yes, thankfully, my Queen. The crocks of mulled cider have made cleaning the first floor of the living wing absolutely scrumptious today."

"Silly." Tommy kissed Vala's cheek and then took the other mug. "Anyone organizing anything out here?"

"Iona and Prisca both worshiped privately earlier, they said, my Lord. I was hoping maybe The Queen might tell a story." Vala blinked cutely at The Queen.

"I was too, my Queen." Adan danced up to the group, Ailin trailing behind her.

"Me too, my Queen." Ailin laughed as he moved beside his sister.

"A story?" The Queen continued to the group sitting around a blazing firepit. "Am I just supposed to create something out of nothing?"

"Of course not, my Queen." Vala sat in the empty chair to The Queen's left as Tommy occupied the one to his right. "This holiday is about ancestors in many ways, but too many of us have bad or at least distant relationships with our immediate relatives. What about an imagining of a distant ancestor? Mightn't it be fun to imagine a day in the life of your ancestors when they were still in Germany, my Queen?"

"Hm." The Queen sipped his cider. "But what of your ancestors, Vala? Wasn't it your grandparents who came over from Wales? At what ages?"

"Um, my parents never told me that, but I don't want a story of my ancestors, my Queen. You could do Greece; Iona and Greta would enjoy that."

Greta snorted. "You are such a brat."

"What about the twins, my Queen? You know quite a bit about Ireland." Vala wiggled in her chair.

"Come sit on my lap, brat, I mean, Vala." The group laughed at The Queen's words as he patted his lap.

"Yes, my Queen." Vala skipped her way to The Queen and snuggled into his lap. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, my Queen."

"Anyone need to refresh their cider before I start?" The Queen lovingly glanced from one slave to another. He stroked Vala's hair as people hurried over to the table of slow cookers and platters of edibles.

Vala whispered, "I'm glad to see my Lord Tommy somehow got you feeling better, my Queen."

"Uh huh. Good that your bratting did not undo it." The Queen gave Vala an one armed-hug. "Maybe playing with this little girl would be good for relief later, Tommy?"

Tommy giggled. "I'd be most appreciative, my Queen."

"So my ancestors in Germany? I think I can imagine that story." The Queen leaned toward Tommy to kiss him. "Happy Samhaine, my baby boy."

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Some thoughts on the setting of Vala's Story- snippets from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"

It was while working with my editor's corrections and suggestions for "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" that this subject for the book's blog tour came to me. Now first things first, my editor is writer too, but she writes in a very different genre from mine- in fact, she's currently working on a Victorian horror story. So I had my beta reader on an IM program as I was going over the edits and I'd say to her [even though my BR doesn't write erotic fiction either, I trusted her to give a nuanced opinion], "Is she saying this because she doesn't understand BDSM erotica?" Some things, like penis size for one, I disagreed with my editor on and my BR supported my disagreement.

Talking about setting was a more subtle thing though. In "Out of the Night: Book One," we have a Manhattan coffeehouse and The Queen's Manhattan loft, before we move to his mansion out in the Catskill Mountain region of New York. The reader gets to enjoy things like the big circular bed in the loft that grabs a reaction from Vala, a description of the mansion as Vala looks on it as they pull up the driveway.

Yes, I'll admit it- I have floor plans of the mansion that I've never planned to put in a published book, probably not even in a blog post. They help me keep track of what room is beside which other room etc- The Queen does have a mansion with two-storied wings, three of them, a servants' wing, and tons of other stuff. The thing was however, my editor wanted details like carpet colors. Now as Vala is crawling after The Queen to cross the great room to get to the play wing, how likely do you think it is that she's going to notice the carpet color? As you walk through your living room on the way to your bedroom, how much attention do you pay to the color of your drapes?

I'm working in book four now- "The Beginning of Knowledge: Book Four"- and I'm debating the formal dining room chairs. There's no sex, no active BDSM, but would you ponder if I mentioned a specific type of chair? :D

But here's two snippets of Vala crossing the great room from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two":

A scene interrupted and The Queen hurries his girls to a formal dinner- that he ordered.

The gonging of the grandfather clock in the great room rang through the first floor seven times.

"Oops. I guess I lost track of time. Let us go to dinner. The three of you are obviously excused from punishment for lateness." The Queen turned towards the great room. "The three of you will crawl behind me."

Prisca, Adan, and Vala moved to follow The Queen. The four of them crossed the great room; he strolled, throwing a smile over his shoulder as the girls struggled to keep up with him.

The Queen strode into the dining room. "Please excuse my lateness."

With Vala speaking first, this snippet shows Adan and Vala responding to The Queen's order to Adan- "Take Vala to Iona [in her room]."

At the landing, she sat back on her heels and asked, "So I'm wondering, how much house will we be crossing or is that a question you shouldn't answer?"

"I don't think there's any reason I shouldn't." Adan sighed as Vala got back on all fours. "Let's hurry."

The girls hurried across dark brown carpet.

Adan said, "We just crossed the main playroom. Next we'll cross the great room, with all that furniture for you to crawl around. Finally we'll cross The Queen's bedroom to the stairs that'll take us up to slave quarters."

Vala giggled. "The slave quarters?"

"Well, that's what we all tend to call our rooms. They're much more than just bedrooms." Adan put her hand on top of Vala's head. "Remember that the furniture gets moved around in here. You always want to be careful if possible, figure out how to still talk to those around you while being mindful of your surroundings."

"Thanks." Vala crawled left around the armchair. "But are we really going to cross The Queen's bedroom?"

Adan laughed. "You may not have noticed, but going through his room is the only way to get to the slave quarters."


Vala is very comfortable in her new life, her new name. She's hopelessly in love, with The Queen, with Iona, with life. She's learning about BDSM and knows The Queen has many surprises, lessons planned for her. She's looking forward to ceremony day...

The Queen considers, stresses, ponders. Sometimes he goes to Simon for help, especially since Tommy messed up so bad. He's considering things in the long term as he watches Vala blossom into what he wants her to be...

Things are settling down and they aren't for the rest of the stable. Tommy did so mess things up, but at least there's Vala's training to entertain, to occupy the stable as The Queen uses them in the ways he needs. Abrecan, Orlee, and Gaelan struggle to come to terms with what one decision did to their lives in the stable...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, group sex, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' back stories, such as drug abuse, childhood abuse, religious abuse.

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

#WIPiTuP Vala enjoys the Rape of Persephone- not literally

Sharing WIPs (works in progress) can be so very fun! On this lovely blog hop, enjoy a bunch of authors sharing excerpts of what they're working on- get ready to add some great books to your TBR, once the author publishes :) Although occasionally you may find an author sharing a published work. Give 'em a break- these may just be roughly edited- but please do leave a comment! We authors like to know we're going in a good direction.

I decided for this last pre-NaNoWriMo #WIPiTuP that I wanted to share a snippet from the "birthday scene" that kicked off the whole week long rewrite of "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three"- whole scenes removed or moved within the manuscript, others seriously rewritten, a net gain of 10662 words. During NaNoWriMo, I may be sharing from my Nano-novel- working title "Tabitha and Bina in Love." "Two erotic romance authors meet online, fall in love, and engage in a long distance relationship."

I plan on doing a special bit of fiction- related to Vala- on Halloween itself, or Winternights or Samhaine as it's thought of by the pagans in her family.

A few moment later the main lights started lowering.

The heavy purple curtains pulled back to show a gaunt man dressed all in the black standing alone caught in a glaringly white spotlight.

"Welcome all to this rendition of Greek myths shown in their frightening splendor as retold by Michaela from Crete. Things will be a bit different tonight. You can no doubt hear the musical orchestra tuning their instruments, but we will also have a Greek chorus, a group of men standing of the side of the main action. Well we think they are all men." The man bowed low and then the curtains closed again.

"Oh!" Vala gasped. Wow! Maybe I can beg to go down on Greta at bedtime?

After a few more moments of musical swirls, there was an almost complete silence from the orchestra pit forward.

Then a lone high pitched note- maybe a flute?- broke the silence as the curtains opened on two scenes. A group of people in black robes holding ceramic faces, smiling faces, in front of their own to one side of the stage. On the other, two young girls danced among a bunch of paper flowers.

More instruments joined the flute as the chorus chanted. "The only daughter of a goddess alone with her handmaiden. Shouldn't she be better protected?"

A crash of cymbals rang out. The light on the girls went grey. A stunningly tall man draped in cobwebs of fabric appeared seemingly out of nowhere beside the girls.

"You will come with me, Persephone, and be a light in my darkened sphere of control!" the man ordered, almost sang.

The girl with the vibrant deep blonde hair cowered against the other girl. "Please, my mother expects me soon."

The man rose up in front of the black haired girl. "Tell fair Demeter that Persephone fell through a crack in the earth."

A sound like a gun shot rang out before smoke filled the stage. One half of the curtain fell leaving only the chorus on stage when the smoke cleared.

"Whatever will Demeter do when her sweet Persephone does not appear home." The chorus had changed back to the smiling masks. Then the curtain fell in front of them.

Vala relaxed against Iona.

Iona and Greta exchanged a smile.

A somber song started among a few parts of the orchestra just before the curtains pulled up to reveal a new scene.

The chorus chanted, "Persephone finds herself in the dank palace of Hades, the Lord of the Dead. No sustenance may pass her lips or the consequences will be grave."

"No! I will not eat your food!" The blonde turned away from a plate of delicacies held in front of her by a stooped, wretched man.

Another approached her from the opposite direction, a different assortment of foods on his plate.

"No! No!" She dragged the knuckles of her fists down her cheeks as if she cried.

"I have something you might like. The man who had demanded Persephone come with him came from behind her chair with one bright white seed on his palm. "Enjoy just this one pomegranate seed. It shall sustain you."

Persephone glanced up and tilted her head to look at the man. "I know I mustn't eat anything while I'm in this world of shades. Please don't make me."

"But you're so hungry," he taunted. "Just one seed can't hurt. Can it?"

Persephone's blood red lips parted. "But I shouldn't."

"For me?" He brought his hand close to her chin. "Let me hear you say please again."

"Please... I need to go back to the gods above."

The man tipped the seed into Persephone's open mouth. He pushed on her chin, forcing her mouth to close as the string instruments rose by themselves.

The chorus chanted, "Now Persephone has accepted food from Hades' own palm. She can never go home again."

Vala pressed her legs together, grateful for her long, covering dress. Greek myths shouldn't turn me on.

"I can see we'll have fun in the limo on the way home," Iona murmured.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

#Taboo2sday The taboo of religion in erotica

Take a risk and try something a little taboo with me? D I promise you'll find delights and scares depending on how adventurous you are

erotica and religion
I'm acting a blogger this week, my thoughts on the above taboo in erotica.

Recently a BR cautioned against the amount of religion in a manuscript, that it could offend some reader. I admit to rolling my eyes, saying to my best friend, "but religion's part of life and it's part of how/why these women connect." Of course I've already blogged on this topic, even as The Queen from "Vala's Story." I don't know, maybe I follow a Marilyn Manson-sort of aesthetic with my art, but since erotica has such power to offend, why this taboo of religion in it "because it might offend"?

Monday, October 27, 2014

Are you participating in Nanowrimo 2014? I am!!

I have been participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) since 2010. Last year I even participated in Camp Nano in July. Of course, last year my life somewhat blew up in November and I only made it to 46K words before everything was just too much. I'm looking forward to and not this year; money is still tight and my Master and I are still struggling.

Basically most people are "pansters" or "plotters"- although I've seen a few people use the combo term of "planter"- I like that :D. I am definitely much more of a panster, if you consider in Chris Baty (founder of Nanowrimo)'s book "No Plot? No problem!" he says that you can start your novelling month with as many notes, outlines, character sections, etc as you want- just don't start writing your prose until the 1st.

So I have my basic premise- I'm not quite comfortable calling it a plot lmao. "Tabitha Loving and Bina Syntha- two erotic romance authors- meet online, fall in love, and engage in a long distance relationship."

For me, preparation is largely about creating files and folders. First the "Nano 2014" folder in my "Other-than-Vala" writing folder. This has been followed by "Bina" and "Tabitha" folders in case they're needed. I have the main notes file as well as what will be the main prose file; the latter has 7 words in it atm- "story," "Bina's shorts," and "Tabitha's stories" because I feel that their stories, no matter how much or how little wind up in the Nano-novel, they count towards my Nano word count. I am writing a romance for erotic romance authors; "their" writing will be in there.

Now for Tabitha, I'm thinking of building my "Naan and April" nudism series into a novel- link to Friday's post (SEX NSFW) http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2014/10/naan-and-april-in-naans-room.html . Bina specializes in short stories. Here's the rough topics for "calls for submission" that she might write for:
  • experimental erotica
  • genderqueer around the holidays
  • ability and ableism
  • cross-cultural
  • religion and erotica

I've only roughly thought about publishing. Now if I go with April and Naan being Tabitha's novel, I'm thinking to use non-gendered pronouns for Naan; I'm not sure if that decision would prevent me from having the finished story accepted by a publisher, if this might have to be self-published like my Vala's Story serial.

I'm going to go back to trying to post my word counts, rather than having a progress bar. I'm thinking at the end of my Saturday Spankings blog hop post (which goes live on Friday nights at 10pm EST) may work the best.

I hope you consider taking part as well- Nanowrimo can be a wonderful support, a wonderful community of crazy writers cheering each other on. Also this year I'm doing one the "stay classy" fundraisers as I cannot afford to donate directly. Please consider giving to this wonderful cause and helping me to be able to give too- https://www.classy.org/fundraise?fcid=362546

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Vala's Bisexuality Becomes Evident- complete article

I first shared a snippet of this article on the Seductive Studs and Siren blog hop. Here's that link- (you can use it to continue on to my fellow hoppers that weekend)- http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2014/08/seductivesns-valas-bisexuality-becomes.html . What follows is the entire article:

With the release of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" of my Vala's Story serial, I had so many thoughts of what I wanted to talk about in regards the continuing story.

What does is mean to be bisexual? I've pondered this question- you see, as a 15 year old, I came out as bisexual. While my parents didn't give me any more sexual education than Vala got from her parents (although thankfully my dad wasn't/isn't a lecherous pedophile like Vala's father), I managed some of my own escape act as a teen and learned stuff they didn't care for me to learn. I don't remember what her name was, but we all called her Cat and I thought she was the most beautiful being. Her touch felt much better than many of the only slightly interested guys I did whatever with. I didn't want to stop interacting physically with guys though; I came to the term bisexual. Then I started hearing the various myths that I'd never really heard or at least recognized as "myths about bisexuality and bisexuals."

"Bisexuals are promiscuous." "Bisexuals can't be monogamous." "Bisexuals need to have sex with both men and women." "Bisexuals are just gay people who can't let go of heterosexual privilege." Those are just five common myths about bisexuals and yes, I've heard every one of them, sometimes directly to my face. I've also seen these myths taken on in academic, activist books like Julia Serrano's "Excluded." However for myself, for a variety of reasons, I've come to feel more comfortable with the identity label queer, as it's been reclaimed by the queer community.

Are you wondering what those paragraphs have to do with "Gates of the Garden: Book Two," Vala's Story, or Vala herself? In "Out of the Night: Book One," Vala asks if everyone is basically bisexual and Iona replies, "to some degree, yes." I enjoy the vagueness of Iona's answer and it leads me to think of a promo where I asked "Can you imagine a world where sexual orientation labels don't exist?" When it comes to the sexual and BDSM interactions in the world of Vala's Story, gender matters less to me except when genital-based sexual activities are happening.

As a reader and writer of BDSM erotic romance, I am used to labels; however when used to label a book, "bisexual" seems to full of those myths I mentioned above, at least in the way some readers will receive it. One important function of the bisexual label in regards to a book seems to be "person of one gender has sexual activity with both genders." Beyond the erasure of individuals outside the main male/female gender system (and yes, I do have such characters, like Lady Audrey who identifies as a trans woman), the expectation seems to be that the person will actively be shown engaging with both men and women sexually. For the Seductive Studs and Sirens blog hop- its focus being GLBTQIA+ literature- I struggled to find appropriate snippets from the first Vala's Book- "Out of the Night: Book One."

So if I'm to share a snippet from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" here, what do I share? Do you need to see Vala engaged in sexual activity with a man and a woman at the same time? In part, I say that her bisexuality becomes more obvious in "Gates..." because in this book, there are more times when she's involved sexually with "both" genders than she was shown in "...Night...". This question mirrors some of the difficulty in my own life, where appearances can seem to say my life is hetero-normative. Because "appearances" aren't always what they seem, I want to remind those who've enjoyed reading pieces of Vala's Story on places like my blog or are just coming to Vala's Story, The Queen is very much a male-bodied person, regardless of his seemingly feminine name.

Excerpt from "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" Copyright Joelle Casteel 2014.

Her movements aggressive, Iona kissed Vala, their heads pressed against The Queen's chest. "Pretty, pretty girl," she murmured against Vala's lips.

Vala gazed into Iona's eyes. "My Lady." She adoringly returned the soft, yet forceful kisses.

The Queen moved one of Vala's hands to Iona's neck and one of Iona's hands to Vala's crotch. "That looks lovely."

Iona pressed her lips to The Queen's chest; she groaned and moved two of her fingers into Vala. "My Queen!" she gasped.

"I saw Vala's fingers touching you. Now I would see you touch her."

Vala is very comfortable in her new life, her new name. She's hopelessly in love, with The Queen, with Iona, with life. She's learning about BDSM and knows The Queen has many surprises, lessons planned for her. She's looking forward to ceremony day...

The Queen considers, stresses, ponders. Sometimes he goes to Simon for help, especially since Tommy messed up so bad. He's considering things in the long term as he watches Vala blossom into what he wants her to be...

Things are settling down and they aren't for the rest of the stable. Tommy did so mess things up, but at least there's Vala's training to entertain, to occupy the stable as The Queen uses them in the ways he needs. Abrecan, Orlee, and Gaelan struggle to come to terms with what one decision did to their lives in the stable...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, group sex, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse, childhood abuse, religious abuse.

Buy links:

Smashwords- multiple formats-
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/417778 . First 20% available as a free sample.

TrueAwesome.com's "Awesome Store"- Mobi, PDF, and ePub.

AllRomanceEbooks- Mobi, PDF, and ePub.

Amazon/Kindle edition

Barnes and Noble/Nook edition

Author bio:

Joelle Casteel has so many faces, ways of being that no assumption is ever safe. The woman who'll use a child's backpack as a purse is just as likely to describe a graphic sex act. My Master, the dominant in the BDSM relationship that shapes much of my life, jokes that I'm so far from the mainstream that I've forgotten what the mainstream is. This of course shows up in my writing. I regularly blur gender and sexual orientation lines- although I will fight against the misgendering of my characters (between The Queen's legs are a penis and balls and he says he's a MAN.) Whether a short story or a novel, whether erotica or erotic romance, I tend to bring many taboos to the sex/BDSM table alongside crazy plots, over-the-top characters, and romance even in the midst of relationships you may never find in a greeting card store. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality.

Friday, October 24, 2014

#SatSpanks Just getting ready for a shower, paddle brush in hand "Mommy" FF spanking

8 or so sentences from writers who love to spank or be spanked. Please enjoy my snippet and then move onto the other hoppers- their links are at the bottom of this post.

Now some of this has been on the Saturday Spankings blog hop before, but please bear with me. After my BRs finished with my book "Mommy," I decided that both given my target audience as well as the publishers I'm considering submitting it to, a naughty cyber scene where Mommy and Joey roleplayed feeling each others' pee would be much better as a spanking. I'm going to share the build up to the spanking, the spanking itself, and a moment of care. Aren't you glad for Spank or Treat? (You noticed the picture/link for it in my right column, right? :D) I'd decided to be nice and share it all since the 8 sentence rule is lifted- I believe that'll mean sharing from my Nano-novel as I write it. And yes, I know I said "the last of 'Mommy'," but you get this more because I'm gearing up for Nanowrimo :)

maralady: such a lovely paddle brush. I carefully pull it through your hair, enjoying when a curl wraps around my finger.
andrewsgirl: I'm staying very still for you, Mommy
maralady: you have such lovely hair; I could never tire of brushing it, but now it's time to get into the shower. I nudge you into the shower
andrewsgirl: the warm water feels so good when I step in farther to give you room to join me, Mommy. I step under the regular shower head so you can enjoy the rain shower head first.
maralady: thanks, sweet girl. I've never gotten to experience one of these before. Have you ever seen another woman naked?
andrewsgirl: not really, Mommy. we're supposed to shower after gym, but none of us do- there's not enough time to do that and get to our next classes.
maralady: That is very naughty of you- the other girls being bad does not give you a reason to skip showering
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy.

I squirmed in my chair. My toes curled against my footstool.

andrewsgirl: but I'm looking at you now, Mommy
maralady: I take one of your hands and place it on my breast. see, they're rather like yours, just a bit larger.
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy
maralady: I guide your hand down my chest, down my stomach. I'm not skinny anymore like you are; I'm a grown woman
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy, but you're not fat, Mommy

I pressed my hand against my lips; I hadn't meant to say it quite like that.

maralady: it's okay, sweet girl. I know how you meant it. I pull you close to me and wrap my arms around your shoulders.
andrewsgirl: I'm surprised to find my face nestled between your beautiful breasts, Mommy. I sigh at your hand rubbing my back in small circles, stroking my hair. It all feels so good, the water pouring over us, you holding me close.
maralady: such a good girl.

Mommy's words went straight to my clit, making it throb.

maralady: have you ever gotten a spanking in the shower?

I blushed. I wasn’t expecting that question.

andrewsgirl: no, Mommy.
maralady: I think you need one now for those school showers you skipped.
andrewsgirl: But Mommy, I'm embarrassed to undress in front of the other girls
maralady: There's no reason to be embarrassed. This time, I'll spank with my hand as a warning, but I expect you to take your showers from now on.
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy. I...

I stared at my screen. What was I going to say next?

maralady: just relax and put your hands up on the wall. I step close enough to start rubbing your shoulders.
andrewsgirl: thanks, Mommy. the rubbing feels so good.
maralady: I'm still stroking your neck with one hand as I spank your butt. Because this is a warning, I will only spank you until your bottom is pink.
andrewsgirl: I'll take a shower next gym time, I swear, Mommy
maralady: I know you will. I like patting your little butt, but you need to stop tensing. It'll just hurt worse.
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy. oh Mommy, your spanks hurt so much.
maralady: they're supposed to so you remember to talk a shower next time. My hand is better than a bath brush though, isn't it? Can you imagine how much that would hurt?

I pictured my bath brush, its thick wooden handle and rough head of bristles. I hoped Master's jokes always stayed that way and never became a real application of that fearsome tool on my backside.

maralady: your skin has the prettiest pink color, a little red in the places my fingers touched. Bend over just a bit more
andrewsgirl: but why, Mommy?
maralady: are you sassing your mommy?
andrewsgirl: never, Mommy. I press my cheek against the shower wall as I move my feet back, sticking my naughty butt out
maralady: now I can spank your sitspots better. I want your upper thighs pink too. I'm just feeling a sting in my hand, but the marks on your butt and thighs make me happy. I hope they remind you to obey

I whimpered, fighting the desire to rock against my chair, see if that would give enough rubbing on my clit, push the plugs around, give any relief

maralady: Will you remember to shower?
andrewsgirl: yes, Mommy, I'll shower every time. Please, Mommy
maralady: good girl, come back to Mommy. you look so pretty, your hair, your body all wet

andrewsgirl: thank you, Mommy. thanks for holding me