Spank or Treat 2016 is a tour where you can read teasers of the upcoming anthology Spank or Treat. Not only that, but you’ll have the chance to win goodies while visiting authors. Other authors participating on the tour is offering a prize, but you have to visit to find out which. Your comment on their blogs enters you.
How do you play?
• Visit each blog between Friday, October 21st and Sunday, October 23rd 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.
• Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on Sunday, October 23rd!
The blog tour goes all weekend and the winners will be announced after the blog hop ends. For this blog, you must be 18 yrs or older and please void where prohibited.
For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog.
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• Join the Spank or Treat Event on Facebook for a weekend of fun!
• Tweet #SpankOrTreat on Twitter!
• Come to the Event
For more spanking fun, visit Saturday Spankings for additional snippets.
Find links to the rest of the Spank or Treat stories at Governing Ana and below! The more blogs you visit and comment, the more chance to win prizes.
Okay, now to the good stuff. My story How to Spank a Princess will be in the Spank or Treat 2016 Anthology set to be released in October 2016. Keep your eyes out for that. It will include all the stories from the blog event.
How to Spank a Princess
As Marta held up the gold and diamond half-mask, Princess Kalypso eyed it with terror. Once it was in place, it was time. Swallowing hard, she tried to use breath control to calm her racing heart. She’d practiced yoga for years and used it whenever loneliness or anxiety overwhelmed her, even when she’d been spirited from the beach to the private airfield to board the small jet for New Orleans. Nobody would tell her why the move had been ordered, which added to the anxiety.
But even on the journey she’d been around only a few people.
She’d never actually been in a crowd.
As she wavered, the elevator doors slid open and the representative from Animals, the club in Arizona where she’d be stashed next for who knew how long, emerged. His name was Harvey, and they had met briefly on her arrival, but not spoken at length. How had she not noticed how handsome he was, though? Having seen few men except a few of the elders close up, except on television, her emotions must have been less controlled than she’d thought.
Anger warred with fear even now. If her entire life was to be spent in hiding, what purpose did she serve?
He approached her with no deference or hesitation, a lean man, without the heavy musculature and height of a bear shifter, in her limited experience of them, anyway. “Your Highness, are you ready to go upstairs?”
“What are you?” she blurted, heat flushing her cheeks in response to her lack of control.
“I am a hare,” he said, brushing imaginary lint from his neat gray suit. Like her outfit, his was not what she’d expect to see. Rather than a costume, his ensemble could have been from any fine purveyor of clothing, tailored to show his form to perfection. He was about her height, but slimmer and his thick gray hair, brushed straight back from his forehead with two white patches at the back, did not indicate age, as the only lines on his face appeared when he offered her a friendly smile. “A desert hare.”
“You’re a rabbit?”
“No.” Any affability in his pale-blue eyes faded into ice and the smile lines disappeared. “Not at all the same. Technically, I am an antelope jackrabbit and when we have time—perhaps on the plane to Arizona, I can regale you with the differences. For now, our hosts await. Are you ready to head upstairs?”
Harvey surveyed the princess in his charge for the second time. When he’d been introduced to her, she’d seemed so reserved, distant, she’d barely acknowledged his presence or that of Jonathan for that matter.
Everyone reacted to Jonathan. A vampire so old could not help but draw attention. But perhaps Her Highness was unimpressed with anyone but herself. She stood nearly six feet tall and wore her hair like a crown. The tiara was just the cherry on top of the royal package, and Harvey reminded himself not to display any inappropriate interest. Unlike the cottontails, antelope jackrabbits did not just jump on anyone who held still long enough to be jumped upon. They were more social and particular.
Princess Kalypso might be tall, statuesque, and fill out that shiny gold dress with curves that went on forever, but she looked at him as if he were hardly worth her time. As if he were a lowly cottontail.
He had half a mind to teach her some manners. But Warren Ursa, his boss at Animals, had entrusted him with this mission to bring the princess safely back to the Superstitions and he would do nothing to ruin the bear’s faith in him. Warren never treated him as less, despite his smaller size than many of the employees, and this detail was an honor.
All he had to do was escort the princess to the party, stand at her side and make sure she was safe then get her home tomorrow. It shouldn’t be that difficult, even if she was snobby and insanely beautiful. And smelled like exotic flowers.
He would hold his temper, be diplomatic, and all would be well.
“I have decided not to attend,” the princess said, tilting her chin up and looking down her nose at him. “Please convey my regrets.”
The little woman next to her wrung her hands, tangling the string from the fancy mask in her fingers. “But, Your Highness, you must!”
“I must do nothing!” she spat. “Leave me. I will rest until we leave tomorrow.”
The woman—her name was Marta, he remembered, some sort of furry shifter—quailed as if she might be struck, and Harvey fixed the princess with his gaze. Titled she might be, but intimidating those smaller than herself was not going to happen. Maybe back home, but this was America where royalty held no sway.
“Apologize,” he bit out before he could stop himself.
Princess Kalypso’s eyes widened. “I beg your pardon?” Her narrow nostrils flared, but her lips parted as she drew in a quick breath.
“It’s not my pardon you need, Your Highness, but that of your companion.”
Marta’s eyes shone with unshed tears, and her shoulders trembled. “No, of course I don’t need—”
“I said leave!” The princess’s commanding presence seemed to grow. “Both of you.”
The little woman dropped the gold and diamond mask on a table and fled into one of the bedrooms off the main living area. Jonathan’s underground lair was roomy enough for many guests, and the common area, or great room, rivaled the main club in size. Plush couches and chairs scattered around offered seating areas where several groups could congregate and visit without being in one another’s way but right now the room seemed small and filled with her exotic fragrance. All blood flow directed south, and his cock jerked against his fly.
He blinked, trying to use the higher mind despite its deprivation of oxygen. “You were very rude to your companion, Your Highness.”
She snorted, very unregal. “Nonsense, she doesn’t mind. She probably didn’t want to go upstairs either.” Her confident expression wavered for only a second. “Although she did say something about wanting to see costumes. But why would she want to mingle with these people?”
Harvey experienced emotions alien to him. Usually the cheerful hopabout unless someone threatened Animals, he had never before been subject to such arrogance. Despite her beauty, her elegance, Princess Kalypso needed a reminder of the equality of everyone in the United States. But before he resorted to a more physical expression, he tried one more time to convince her to be sensible. Not to insult their hosts. “Princess, we don’t need to stay all evening at the party, but Jonathan will be most displeased if we don’t at least spend an hour or so. Why don’t you go get Marta, and we will do our duty.”
“You go!” she threw at him, spinning on a heel and taking a step. “I shall be in my room.”
Harvey reached out and grasped her wrist. “I’ve had enough. If you don’t have the manners of a grownup princess, why should you be treated as one? When was the last time you had a good, attitude-adjusting spanking?”
She jerked at her arm, but he held tight. “How dare you. Release me now or I’ll…I’ll….”
He drew her behind him toward the dining table and pulled out a straight-backed chair. “Sorry, Princess, but here in the US you cannot order my head removed or any other punishment you might deem appropriate because I have dared to lay a hand on royalty.” Sitting on the chair he grasped both her hands in one of his and said in a serious voice he’d never before heard from himself, “There are consequences to any action and before we join the party, I want you to be aware of that. You are in my charge and you will be respectful of those who have been so kind to you.”
She seemed frozen, unable to move as he gave a tug and dropped her over his lap. He had a brief moment of shock before he released her hands and pressed his forearm onto her lower back, holding her in place. Her head hung down, wisps of dark hair pulling free from her elaborate coronet of braids, and she probably would have fought back if she’d been able to get the balance to raise her upper body.
“Last chance to be reasonable, Your Highness.”
“Screw you, peasant.”
Enough. “I want you to know this will probably cost me my job, but if it teaches you anything, it will be worth it.”
She hung limp for a moment then looked at him, anger flaming in her eyes. “I dare you to lay a hand on me.” She kicked her legs and he tucked one of his over them, holding them still so she wouldn’t hurt herself.
“I can never turn down a dare from a beautiful woman.” Lifting his free hand, he brought it down with a firm thwack on her golden bottom. Appropriate for a royal spanking. She sucked in a breath so fast she choked on it, and he waited until she settled before setting up a rhythm of three swats and a pause, three and a pause. The dress stung his palm, but the string of highly unladylike curses, with no cries of pain, indicated it hurt him more than her. Ironic. Still, he kept it up, wanting to make a point
The fact her squirming made him harder by the minute also did not escape him but if he’d ever had a chance to date her, he’d certainly blown it by reddening her fanny. Not that he could see it…that would be a dream come true.
He kept up his rhythm until her curses faded and she began sniffle and then cry and then sob. Holy crap, he’d done it now. And she probably had no idea what lesson he’d intended her to learn. Respect. Pausing, he rested his palm on her bottom and rubbed away the sting. “Are you ready to go upstairs now and be a good little princess.”
“Y-yes,” she stammered. “I’ll need to fix my makeup, but I’ll go.”
He lifted her to sit on his lap and tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. “And will you apologize to Marta for speaking to her so impolitely?”
She nodded and buried her face in his jacket, smearing it with tears and other things. “I…I was so afraid.”
“Afraid? You were a raving bitch to your companion and rude to your host. Are you trying to tell me that’s because you were scared?”
Her muffled voice was just a bit hard to understand but he listened carefully. “I didn’t know it myself, but as soon as you…you did that I felt better. Oh God, what kind of a princess allows some bunny—”
“Don’t give me reason to do it again.”
“Jackrabbit, then. Allows some jackrabbit to whale away on her bottom in order to be brave enough to go to a party. I’m even worse at being royal than I thought.”
Harvey looked at her face, maybe even more beautiful with mascara smeared around her reddened eyes and her nose pink at the nostrils. “No, I think facing your fears is pretty regal. You just need to learn not to take them out of other people. Let’s get Marta to help you clean up, if she’s willing after your behavior, and go up to the party.”
“Will you stay right by me? I don’t know what you’ve been told, but I’ve lived alone with a few elderly caretakers all my life. I’ve never been to a party before. Or been spanked.”
Her lower lip trembled and he struggled not to take possession of it, and her. Despite his objection to being called a peasant, fact was, her people had a match set up for their princess. They had tried that with Delia, now engaged to Warren’s cousin Glenn, as well. Even if she objected, they’d never accept a lowborn jackrabbit for her. To avoid her fighting the match, they hadn’t even told her about it, but Warren had informed him. Even now, a bear with a long and noble lineage waited at Animals for the magic to happen.
Harvey had no right to kiss her.
Which was probably why he did.
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