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The Day after Love Spanks

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It’s always fun to do a big event, especially one put on by Anastasia Vitsky. She has the ability to bring out readers and authors in droves to frolic together and I never get more blog visits or more interesting comments. Because I am working on the latest in my Play at Work series, I included a scene from it, where Carina has a provacative encounter with an office policy she signed off on, without reading the fine print…and an even more provacative encounter with the supervisor who administers it.

I asked if anyone had ever had a crush on their boss and learned most of us have. Which really makes me anxious to finish this story! 🙂

If you didn’t get a chance to read all the posts by the participating authors, the links can be found on my previous post. You won’t regret it. It was quite a rush. 🙂

Love Spanks 2014

LoveSpanks2014Love Spanks 2014 is finally here! You’ve tasted us, and now you get to sample free stories from top F/F authors. Please visit Governing Ana for the prize list, sign-up sheet, and free books. You can win from a prize pool valued at over $1,000, including a Kindle Fire or Nook HD!

Many authors will also be offer a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

What’s the catch? Absolutely nothing! We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership. Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?

How do you play?

1.Visit each blog between Friday, February 7 and Sunday, February 9 to read the posted stories and excerpts.
2.Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.
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 February 9!!
5.If you successfully completed a previous challenge (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 Love Spanks 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
6.If you are a F/F author or thinking of becoming one, please add “FF” to your comments. That way, your name will be entered in the special F/F author prize drawings.
7.If you are Love Spanks 2014 Ambassador, please add “Amb” to your comments to receive your extra prize drawing.
8.Visit any of the participating blogs on Friday, February 14 to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?

Like these events? Want to support your friendly F/F authors? Become a Love Spanks Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes! To find out the details, send an email to, with the subject line “Love Spanks Ambassador.”

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Love Spanks 2014
The Scene
Play at Work

Carina’s hair jerked back and she shrieked.
“What are you doing?” Ms. Anderson stood behind her, her ponytail fisted in the tall elegant woman’s hand. “Spying on Mr. Marks in his office, Miss Martinelli?”
Well, yes, yes she had been, sort of, but… “I had a message for him.” She waved the orange Post-it in her defense. “The man said it was important and he didn’t answer his phone.” Her first week as a temporary receptionist at Marks and Company was getting off to a banner start. Long-term temp positions were hard to come by, especially at companies with a reputation for hiring later. And Carina wanted very badly to find a permanent job with a good firm.
“Did it occur to you that Mr. Marks might be in conference?”
She had been so startled by what she’d heard as she approached the executive offices… “I don’t think that’s a conference.” The sounds emerging had been sharp and followed by exhales of breath and…a moan?
“Oh?” Ms. Anderson did not release her ponytail, but tightened her grip and towed Carina along to her office. “And with your great level of experience…you know exactly how we do business here?” Carina’s interest in what went on in the boss’s office faded as she focused on Ms. Anderson. After all, lots of bosses fooled around, one way or another and it really wasn’t her business.
But all week, she’d been fascinated by the clerical supervisor. Ms. Anderson, who was probably about ten or fifteen years older than Carina, maybe forty, wore her hair in an old fashioned French twist that somehow worked on her, sexy in a severe way. Her tailored suit, a pale shade of ecru, outlined her trim figure and large breasts, breasts Carina tried to keep her eyes from ogling as her mind spun. “No…no I don’t know. Where are we going?”
“To my office, to administer your punishment.”
Carina stumbled in her unfamiliar high heels as she attempted to keep up with the taller woman. They passed at least a dozen offices, where people watched with interest, but not alarm. Did employees get dragged around by their hair every day?
When they reached the supervisor’s neat, clean office, where Carina had sat just that morning, filling out paperwork, she found herself pivoted into a chair. The older woman loomed over her. “I believe this is a record, having to spank an employee so soon.” She lifted Carina’s gaping jaw with a finger. “But perhaps you did it on purpose. To attract my attention?”
As Ms. Anderson took a seat in her executive chair and drew open a drawer, Carina tried to understand what was happening. “You can’t spank employees.”
She frowned, “Why ever not?”
“I’m only a temp.”
The woman chuckled and slid a folder across her desk. “In here I have the papers you signed this morning. The temp version of our employee agreement. Did you want to review it again?”
Confused, she flipped the folder open and read the first page. The normal stuff, attire, hours, confidentiality. Some offices had her sign something like this so it hadn’t struck her as odd. Page 2…Discipline.
Carina’s breath stalled in her chest. Employees are subject to corporal punishment for violation of the Code of Conduct on page 3. A small box by the sentence contained her initials. Traveling to different workplaces on a regular basis, she’d become so inured to the paperwork, she hadn’t read it carefully. In fact, she had merely skimmed the agreement, looking for signature lines and boxes to initial, and read none of it.
Hand shaking, she glanced up at Ms. Anderson’s cool gray stare then returned her attention to the file and turned to page 3. One word leapt out at her.
Dear God, what kind of place is this?
“Are you done, Miss Martinelli?” Ms. Anderson lifted the cell phone from her desk and glanced at it. “I have a meeting in ten minutes. We’d better get on with it.”
“I don’t…that is, can we talk about it?” Carina’s mind flew. Surely it was just a hypothetical spanking…they couldn’t mean…. “What if I say no?”
“Then you are dismissed from any future employment with Marks and Co.” The supervisor’s chair squeaked as she pushed back from the desk and patted her lap. “Now, Miss Martinelli.”
Carina stood, her knees shaking. “I can’t lie over your lap and let you spank me.” Still, she made her way to the older woman, feet moving as if without her volition. “I don’t think it’s legal.” Ms. Anderson took her arm and tugged her forward and she fell over her knees, face buried in the stiff material of the woman’s skirt.
The scent of perfume—something expensive she’d had sprayed on her in a department store once but hadn’t been able to afford when she’d checked at the counter—tickled her nose. Carina drew in a deep breath. She couldn’t say why she cooperated, but she’d been fascinated by the woman since she arrived and didn’t mind at all the opportunity to get closer.
A light weight rested on her lower back. A hand? The thought of a palm slapping her, of pain, tensed her muscles, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Instead she waited, a tight ball coiled in her belly, heat suffusing her lower body.
“Miss Martinelli, for your violation of our policies against, well, essentially against snooping, you will receive twenty slaps with my hand. Further violations will result in more strenuous spankings. Look in front of you.”
Bracing her fingertips on the floor, Carina lifted her head and stared at the wall. A paddle hung there, at least eighteen inches in length, maybe two-thirds that in width. Pale wood, smooth. Innocuous, but there it was.
She shivered.
“Are you ready?” The smooth voice rolled over her like warm whiskey. This began to seem less like punishment and more like a reward. She’d never expected to get so close to such an elegant woman so fast.
A nervous giggle emerged just as a firm slap landed on her left cheek, choking off her mirth. Her thin skirt offered no protection, nor did her thong underwear, from the force of the blows. The second followed, stinging, and the third, on the other cheek then a flurry of five? Maybe six. Carina drew in a breath and two waiting.
“We rarely do this, you know.”
No she didn’t know. But nothing had hurt too badly so far and she was willing to listen.
“But sometimes we want to make a point right in the beginning.” Ms. Anderson smoothed a few flyaway locks of hair back from Carina’s face. “Especially with people who have potential.”
“Potential?” Her voice cracked as a flurry of another dozen spanks warmed her butt.
“Why, yes.” Ms. Anderson patted her back and she flinched a little, but preened under the attention, nonetheless. “You’ve been doing a fine job, today’s little performance notwithstanding.”
The rug under her fingers was thick and luxurious and Ms. Anderson’s high heels were half buried in its pile. Her trim ankles rose to shapely calves and Carina wondered what the supervisor would do if she caressed them.
“Ready to wrap this up?”
In fact, not so much, but she nodded and clenched her fists to keep them away from the sweet legs so close to her. “Okay.”
Another five strong slaps stung on her already abused rear end and the allure of Ms. Anderson’s calves subsided as she struggled with tears. But as soon as the last spank landed, the supervisor lifted her to her feet and held her hands together in front of her. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, Miss Martinelli?” Her severe tone was belied by a twinkle in her eye, confusing Carina, but encouraging her at the same time.
“I hope I don’t cause you any trouble in future, Ms. Anderson.” The supervisor wrapped an arm around her shoulder and walked her toward the door.
“If you do, rest assured I shall be glad to help you to regain your perspective.” She gave Carina a friendly squeeze and propelled her into the hallway. “I think my paddle has your name on it.”
As the door closed between her and Ms. Anderson, Carina shuddered. Another afternoon in Ms. Anderson’s lap loomed in her future. Her copies of the employee agreement were in her desk and sure to offer excellent ways to violate something that would take her where she wanted to be.

I love writing workplace romances…I had a couple myself before I met the love of my life. So…tell, have you ever had a big crush on your boss? And was that a good or bad idea?

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