Spank or Treat 2014 is finally here! Visit Governing Ana for the prize list, sign-up sheet, and full instructions. You can win from a prize pool valued at over $1,000, including a Kindle Fire or Nook HD donated by Blushing Books!
Many authors will also offer a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs enters you in both contests!
How do you play?
1.Visit each blog between Friday, October 24th and Sunday, October 26th to read the stories.
- Leave a comment on each blog. You must demonstrate that you have read the entire story. Copy-and-paste or inappropriate comments will be disqualified. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. Note: You must have a minimum of five entries in order to win a grand prize.
3.If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
4.Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on Sunday, October 26th!
- If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Sci Spanks 2014, Love Spanks 2014, Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spank or Treat 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
- If you are a writer of fiction (any kind), add “W” to your comments to be entered in the special author prize drawings.
- If you are a Spank or Treat 2014 Ambassador, please add “Amb” to your comments to receive your extra prize drawing.
8.Visit Governing Ana or any of the participating blogs on Friday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you? We will also announce prizes on the Spank or Treat Facebook page.
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And without any further ado…here’s the story! An extended version with lots more Halloween-ish fun will be available in the Spank or Treats anthology coming November 1.
This year we are revisiting Missy Sue who you may remember last year had a sort of furry experience when boyfriend Kevin spanked her while still in the teddy bear costume he wore for Halloween. The pair has been very busy in the past 12 months. They’re married and have been exploring all kinds of fun kink in their relationship. Like…this Halloween when Kevin has invited over a new friend, Regine, to play. Unfortunately, Missy Sue has made an oops…
Kevin led the way downstairs to his playroom, and Missy in her shimmery scarves and Regine the witch followed. He looked amazing in his black jeans and fitted tee. He made a perfect male witch, but her harem girl costume, the only thing left in her size on Halloween afternoon was not what they’d planned for. Instead, her husband had accidentally coordinated with the woman he’d invited over for an evening with them. Their first time playing with another person. Their first Halloween as husband and wife and she’d let him down. Her heart sank but she knew he wouldn’t punish her for not matching his costume, and Regine with her silvery blonde hair and luscious curves probably did the short tight corseted dress more justice anyway. As uncomfortable as that thought was.
She’d be spanked because e she’d promised to do something and not only didn’t take the time to get the costume, but hadn’t been honest enough to tell him what happened. He valued honesty more than almost anything else and well she knew that. Missy shivered in anticipation. The humiliation of being spanked in front of someone she barely knew seemed unbearable, but she straightened her shoulders and marched straight for the spanking bench, determined to take her medicine with as much grace as possible.
In moments she’d disrobed and placed her knees on the ledge at the end of the table, Regine, still in the fabulous witch costume, twined some of her harem girl scarves around her wrists and looped them through the eye bolts, stretching her arms before her…immobilizing her and becoming part of the scene.
Missy had been planning seduction of her beloved fireman husband, but she’d failed to follow through on picking up her plans and now Kevin would follow through on punishment. The result of her failure to keep her word was a bare bottom exposed to not just her husband but a virtual stranger. The cool leather of the spanking bench against her abdomen only emphasized her vulnerability. Even a pair of panties would have been preferable; a thong would have lent the illusion of something protecting her. Tears swam in her eyes, blurring her vision.
A hand, smooth and smaller, stroked the curve of her butt cheek. “She’s so lovely, Kevin.” Fingernails scraped along her skin and sent shivers up to her shoulders. Missy squirmed, unable to hold still until a sharp smack from Kevin brought her down.
“Thank you, my dear. Now, while my wife didn’t lie to me, she did…leave me hanging so to speak. We had planned on matching costumes, but as you can see, that didn’t happen.”
“I’m still sorry about that.” Regine accompanied her apology with a swat to Missy’s other cheek, and her nipples hardened further. “If I’d known it was Missy’s costume…well, I need to apologize.”
“You needn’t, and, in fact,” Kevin gave Missy Sue a harder spank, “Missy and I hate that you feel badly. It’s not how we want our guests to feel. Right, dear?”
She nodded, unsure if she was allowed to speak.
He moved to stand in front of her and stroked her hair back from her face. “I think we need to do something to make Regine feel better, don’t you agree?”
Missy nodded again, and he patted her head in a friendly way.
“So there you go.” He stepped out of sight and though she lifted her head as much as she could she couldn’t see what he was up to. “Regine, although a punishment spanking isn’t strictly called for, there have been embarrassment and hurt feelings and therefore, I would like you to take this and apply a little correction to my wife’s behind. That is, if you would like to?”
“If you’re sure…I wouldn’t want to step on toes?”
He chuckled. “We don’t normally do anything with toes, but we can make an exception. For now….” Missy strained to see what they were up to, and a sharp smack on her buttocks quelled her. “I think I need to take care of something.”
He reappeared at her side and held up one of her veils.
“I think we need to keep you from getting a stiff neck, so I’m going to blindfold you.” He tied the silk over her eyes and while it didn’t completely shut out the light, it did keep her from seeing anything distinct. She let her head fall to the leather with a whimper. “I’m enjoying your costume after all, my dear. Shall I apply another as a gag?”
She parted her lips to reply, and he slipped the soft material between them.
“For now, anyway.” He stroked her cheek. “We may want that mouth free in a bit….”
Missy Sue struggled to make the gag more comfortable in her mouth but he tied it quite tight behind her head and she gave up, her tongue suppressed, lips stretched in an awkward grimace. As long as she could breathe, she could endure. A moment later, she felt her upper thighs parted and fastened, probably with more of those scarves that had seemed like such a good idea when she’d donned them.
She lay there, bound to the table, naked, blindfolded and gagged, unsure what would happen to her, but not afraid, exactly. Nervous, yes
Trembling with arousal, absolutely.”
A hand, soft, cool…Regine’s, rubbed circles on her cheeks and fingertips dipped into her crease and traced her outer lips. “Oh, Kevin, you were right, she’s so wet.” A finger circled her clit and she squirmed, held fast but desperate for more. “Not yet, Missy.” The touch withdrew. “First we have some spanking to take care of.”
“Missy will raise one finger for caution, two for stop…since she cannot use her usual safewords gagged.” He spoke much for her as to inform Regine, she was sure, and she was grateful for the reminder. The doubling up was overwhelming.
She groaned, wanting to beg for more for someone to touch her, for Kevin’s cock or someone, anyone’s mouth, hands touch…to come.
Then the first real smack slapped on her rear. Regine’s palm didn’t cover her whole bottom like her husband’s larger one, but it packed a wallop and she moaned and jerked. One, two, three…faster, harder they came, with no rhythm, so different from what she was used to when it was just the two of them, then nothing…it stopped.
And she breathed, deep slow breaths waiting. It couldn’t be done. Kevin would have gone on much longer, her bottom would be barely pink. But perhaps…
Footsteps moving away and back and another long moment of silence then the slither of cool leather down her back, the trail of the flogger before it began its work. She tensed and the first blow came.
Smack. Crossways on her buttocks, again, the same spot and the third, heat, burning in its path. Still Regine, although nobody was talking and the silence between strikes was endless. But she’d been flogged often enough by Kevin to recognize a different touch. Ten, eleven, twelve, now on her thighs, where he rarely went…more painful, searing, she could imagine the welts rising, but she only groaned, not ready to ask them to stop. And then it did stop…for another moment or year or eternity, silence except for her own breathing, heart thudding, and Regine’s deeper breaths of exertion.
A low hum and thick, rough fingers, her husband’s, drew the small vibrator, the egg, along her swollen tissues, pausing. “Don’t come, not yet,” he intoned and she tried to focus on the pain of her marked buttocks, her stinging thighs, anything but the buzzing pressed to her clit, pushing her higher and closer. Her hands fisted, nails digging into her palms, and she sucked air, trying so hard to obey, almost failing when he took the egg off her clit and slipped it inside her to torment her from there. Her whole body vibrated with it and her mind concentrated on not coming…not yet.
Crack. Horror drew some of her focus. But the sound was not to be denied. Oh God, not the whip. Kevin almost never used it, not comfortable with its heft, fearing marking her.
“I didn’t tell you, my dear.” His voice came right next to her ear. “Regine is an expert with the bullwhip. She even won an award once for her skill.” On people or cattle? She would have asked if she weren’t gagged.
The whistle of braided leather through the air preceded the tip landing between her shoulder blades with a pain so precise, so intense, she screamed into the gag. Then again and again and she lost her breath, screaming herself blind with the bee-sting agony. Still, she didn’t stop it, beyond understanding the difference between pain and pleasure, the buzzing inside with the bee-sting outside, one on top of another and she whined behind the gag, whimpering and moaning and making every noise she could until Kevin said, “Just a little longer.”
Regine said, “I think that’s enough.”
And Kevin murmured something in return, so softly she couldn’t make it out—the roaring in her ears made anything else hard to discern. Missy teetered on the edge of orgasm. The spanking, the flogging, the whipping was over but nobody had come.
And she desperately needed to come.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted, although the gag made the content of her comments impossible for anyone else to discern.
Communication had become her focus—she had to find a way to convince Kevin to let her come, preferable with his thick cock inside her or maybe…oh, yes…Regine licking her.
Just as she began to worry they had forgotten her, footsteps returned and the table wobbled slightly. “Baby, you’re wonderful,” Kevin said, stroking her hair. Had he climbed up in front of her
Now, and he orgasm plunged her over a cliff into shivering, shuddering darkness.
She woke as Kevin lifted her off the table and into his arms, unbound and unblindfolded and ungagged.
“You were wonderful, baby.
She snuggled against him, eyes half closed, secure and relaxed as she always was after a scene. Then she remembered…
He chuckled. “She went to make sandwiches. She was afraid you might need sustenance after everything.”
Missy Sue sighed. “I knew I liked that girl.”
“She is also hoping after she feeds you that you might want to try something else…if you’re up to it.”
Missy Sue’s eyes snapped wide. “Absolutely.”
He carried her up the stairs, as if she weighed nothing. “Don’t you even want to know what we have in mind?”
She shook her head. “I have faith in you. And I trust you.”
“I’ve got your back, Missy, and your front. I’ve got all of you.”
“And you pick the best playmates for us.” The party next door? Those people could do anything they liked but they really needed to learn the difference between quality and quantity. “Happy Halloween, Kevin, and thank you for my surprise.”
“Happy Halloween, Missy Sue.”
Be sure to visit all the other authors… for fun, prizes and great reads
I will pick one random commenter on this blog for a copy of my Halloween story, Demons Love Cinnamon in addition to the other prizes!
Halloween night…the veils thin and anything is possible. For a witch named Gwenny, this means the biggest ritual of her life and a demon named Alessandro who may is both the biggest temptation and danger of her young life. He may warm her bed, but will he haul her back to Hell?
Her powers and the demon’s desire to stay with her will be tested, but will love and desire be enough to beat the devil at his own game?
Oh and before I let you go. Starting Saturday Oct 25th I will have a freebie for a few days…but under another pen name! I will share then but I wonder if anyone knows the other name I occasionally write my Succubus Shorts under? I guess I’ve really kept Sullivan Hart under wraps! Co-Workers with Benefits is free between for a very short time! Take a peek…it’s one of my most scandalous covers.