Friday, October 21, 2016

Spank or Treat -- Fairy Tale-style

Spank or Treat 2016 is a blog hop where you can read teasers of the upcoming anthology Spank or Treat: Sexy Spanking Shorts with a Royal Blush. Not only that, but you’ll have the chance to win goodies while visiting authors on the hop. Each author participating in the blog hop is offering a prize, but you have to visit to get the prize. Your comment on their blogs enters you.

How do you play?
  • Visit each blog between Friday, October 21 and Sunday, October 23 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 23!
  • My giveaway closes at midnight PST on Sunday, October 23.

The Prize: Halloween goody bag with a $10 Amazon gift card (U.S. mailing for shipping; if international winner, $10 e-gift card)

The blog hop 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. Please leave a comment on this blog with your email address and you’re entered!

For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit
Anastasia Vitsky’s blog.
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  • Come to the Event to visit with participating authors.
For more spanking fun, visit Saturday Spankings for additional snippets.

Find links to the rest of the Spank or Treat stories at the end of the excerpt! The more blogs you visit and comment, the more chance to win prizes.

Okay, now to the good stuff. My story All Hallow’s Eve or Bust features the characters from Awake: UnsleepingBeauty: An Erotic Lesbian Fairy Tale, which is on sale for .99 cents this weekend only!

An expanded tale will be in the Spank or Treat 2016 Anthology: Sexy Spanking Shorts with a Royal Blush, set to be released in October 2016. Keep your eyes out for that. It will include all the stories from the blog event. Here’s an excerpt:

All Hallow’s Eve or Bust
By Louisa Bacio
Her ass tingled from the spanking she hadn’t yet received. When Penelope saved the royal Sleeping Beauty from the evil sorceresses’ castle, she never imagined becoming the sub in the relationship.
Just because Briar Rose had been asleep for an ungodly amount of time, didn’t mean that she preferred to ride as a passenger in the carriage. By damn, sometimes – more often than not – she preferred to take the reins.
With the All Hallow’s Eve festivities fast approaching, Penelope made lists, directed the menu and decorations, and advised the tailors on their costumes. Plus, she stressed. She tried not to think about it, but fears kept popping up like fish breaking the water’s surface to eat. She fretted over if everything would go smoothly, or if all the invited VIPs would come. And if Rose would accept her official proposal.
Too many options left up to chance, or love.
“My Lady,” the event planner pushed a few color samplings in front of her. “Which shade of pink do you prefer?”
The luscious tone of her lover’s palest pink labia, peeled open to display her sweet juices.
A giggle escaped her mouth, and Pea covered it with her palm. It wouldn’t do to come off as flighty. Then, nothing would ever be completed on time. None of the staff would take her seriously.
She studied the samples. “This one,” she placed two fingers on an off color, “is too orange. And this one is too blue.” It wouldn’t do.
“Too red. Too purple.” Why the hell wasn’t Briar Rose present to help with these selections. She’d immediately pick the perfect hue. Plus, if Penelope chose wrong, well, she’d be hearing about it and feeling it soon enough. “None of these will do.”
The planner, Alexis, shut the folder with an exasperated sigh, and folded her hands on top of it. “Pink is pink. We’re not getting anywhere. You need to decide.”
“But it’s not.” How to describe the uplifting feeling that Rose infused within Penelope? When her life transformed from days of monotony and darkness, into the colors of the rainbow. It’s not that life itself changed, but her outlook upon it.   
With her lips pursed tight, Alexis lifted one eyebrow in an ultimate show of intimidation. Pea may be new to love, but she’d been running the castle and most of the estate since her mother had passed away.
“Have you decided upon your costume?” she asked.
“I told you, I want to go as a prince. The most charming prince there ever was.”
The woman across from her tsked in the back of her throat. “That wouldn’t be proper. A woman in men’s attire. I was hoping you’d either come to your senses, or were joking about the entire lot.”
Hands flat against the wooden table, Penelope pushed back and rose. “Well, thank you for coming out to the grounds today. Sorry we won’t be able to use your services.”
The planner’s mouth dropped open, and without waiting for a reply, Penelope headed toward the door. “I’ll send someone to escort you out.”
“But Miss, we have so much more to go over.” The woman scrambled to shove brochures and albums into her bag, and dashed after Penelope. “You have less than a fortnight before the party. You can’t possibly.”
“Watch me.”
In the main hall outside the library, Penelope gestured for Erik, one of her father’s guardsmen, to approach. “Can you please accompany this guest out?” Penelope asked. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for her orders to be followed.
“But of course. Ma’am.” Erik performed a sweeping gesture with his hand.
With a final scowl toward Penelope, Alexis was on her way.
“Obnoxious woman,” Pea said. She neared the window, raising the curtain to watch the woman leave.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood, as if someone was gazing at her from behind. She turned, only to spy Briar Rose leaning against a wall.
“Tell me you didn’t fire another planner, right?” Rose said. She shook her head. “That was the third one. I have no idea how we’re going to get everything done.”
The sun shifted the right amount, and light streamed through the stained glass window, illuminating Rose in a deep magenta aura. Her pale blonde hair hung in ringlets that curled over her modest bodice. Small rosettes of color adorned each cheek. She came to stand next to Penelope, and together they gazed out the window.
Despite being together for several months, indecision plagued Pea. It was the number one thing that would upset her lover the most: uncertainty.
The long-term factor of their relationship was hopeless. Briar Rose embodied everything a kingdom wanted in a princess. Forget that she’d been running the kingdom for years, Penelope didn’t feel comfortable in her royal skin. She should step aside, and let her lover take over. Then again, her family had its own kingdom. Briar Rose had decided to stay with Penelope. Her heart clutched, and she clenched her hands. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with this dynamic woman, and she couldn’t even make her happy with one small party. 
All right, so maybe it was going to be a big one.
“I’m sorry to be so difficult,” Pea said. “But it was the wrong color pink.”
Once the words left her mouth, Penelope realized how dreadful it sounded.
“What? That again!” Briar Rose said. She placed her hand on Pea’s waist.
Warmth infused Penelope’s body where Rose touched her.
“What if I were to tell you that I’ve grown a little tired of pink?” she said. “And no salmon color, either.”
 “That’s ridiculous. It’s your color, it’s your name and it looks so good on you.”
Rose placed her hand against Pea’s face and gently caressed her cheek with her thumb. “What makes you so very afraid with this party?”
“In a way, it’s your coming out,” Pea said. “I want everything to be perfect.”
“Do you plan to be there?” Pea asked.
“What type of question is that? You know better than most the type of work that goes into something like this.”
She shook her head, blonde locks shivering with movement. “I never had to make the arrangements—only enjoyed the festivities. But we have all the time in the world, as long as we’re together.”
Rose led Pea to their private quarters. “Let’s see if I can help you get rid of some of this stress, and then maybe we can finish the final touches.”
* * *
Briar Rose smoothed her hand over the rounded pale globes of her lover’s ass. Sweat Pea needed to learn not to doubt herself, and it seemed like this – a little reminder – was the only way she’d get the message.
“No one else challenges us being together. I don’t understand why or how you could doubt my love for you,” Rose said. “Do you think so little of me? That maybe I’m flighty and not know my own mind?”
Silence greeted her question? The silence of doubt. Ah, yes, it came to this scenario once again, and she didn’t mind it at all. If it took a gentle, loving touch to convince Penelope of her intentions, she’d be more than willing to dole out the lesson.
“When I ask you a question, the polite response is a response, understand?”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“I’m sorry.” Penelope wiggled her derriere in the air, providing an alluring moving target.
“If you keep squirming, it’s only going to take longer.” Rose accented her words with a few well-placed spanks. “Can you tell me what you’re sorry about?”
“I’m sorry for making you mad.”
The some-day queen lay over the rounded arm of a deep red chaise lounge. Her skirts shucked up over her hips, and her drawers down around her ankles. A great expanse of luminous skin lay open for touching. Rose dipped her fingers between her lover’s thighs. “So precious and wet. All for me?”
“Yes, ma’am. For you. Always.”
“While I appreciate your enthusiasm.” Slap. Slap. Slap. “I have a feeling you disagree with me just for this reminder.”
“No, ma’am, I…”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Deserve it.” 
Rose halted her hand in the air. “Ah, yes you do, for doubting yourself and for doubting our relationship. Why do you think I’m with you? I really want to know.”
“Obligation? I rescued you.”
“And what? You think because you pulled me out of that hellhole, I’m forced to spend the rest of my life with you?”
“Well …”
“Don’t you know by now that I don’t do anything because of obligation? If I did, then I certainly wouldn’t have been with you. In fact, I’d probably still be in that magically induced coma because no one but you – my intended – had been able to free me.”
Penelope pushed off the chaise, stripping off the rest of her clothes, to stand before her naked and proud. Rose devoured the sight before her: The pert breasts, the slim hips, and her gaze rose upward until she settled upon the pissed expression. With her face flushed a shade darker than her bottom, Pea settled her hands on her hips.
“Did you consciously make any of those choices,” she asked, “or were those made for you?”
The question tested Rose’s beliefs. Did they have freedom of their own destiny? Before they actually met in person, Briar Rose – the princess cursed to sleep – and Penelope Pea – the princess who refused to sleep – conversed in an alternate, dream world without the confines of reality.
Rose reached out, grasping her intended’s hands. “Does it really matter? All that counts is that somehow we overcome whatever society throws at us, and we overcome it together.”
Penelope didn’t look sold on the idea. Her eyebrow cocked, she threw off a carefree attitude, but Rose had learned better. Not only did she care, she let her worries rule her actions. She cared too much.
After being imprisoned with only her thoughts for so many years, Rose preferred action to words, being active to passive. She drew Penelope against her body, sending a shiver of sound as her silk dress adjusted between them. Rose caressed her hands over the hot buttocks of her lover and felt her skin prickle.
Penelope kept her eyes lowered, as if focused on the floor or their feet. She sighed, hinting at her anxiety.
“Look at me,” Rose ordered. “Don’t lose yourself in the fears when the most wicked enemy lives within.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“You know, I could have even more insecurities. What do I know of the world? Or loving someone else? I spent an eternity slumbering, locked in a tower. Why love me?”
The power of intense attraction fueled Briar Rose. She didn’t care what held them apart. They never had to worry about that again. After finding each other, the future should be filled with only happiness. Her focus transferred onto Penelope’s lips. Softly, she pressed her mouth against the other woman’s.
Their breath mingled. With a sigh, Penelope parted her lips and Rose took every advantage. As Pea’s tongue stroked hers, a flash of wetness dampened between her thighs. The woman held control over Rose’s life, and she readily gave it up, for love.
“Why don’t we move into the bedroom, and settle this disagreement another way?” Rose said.
A chill from an open window reminded Rose that the seasons were changing. Soon enough, winter would grace the castle and its grounds with a blustery brilliance. She drew thick drapes, blocking the nippy air.
Penelope rubbed her arms, and climbed the step stool onto the oversized bed. When Rose first slept in the chambers, she had to get accustomed to abundance of the other woman’s bedding. Since then, she’d helped pare down the comforters and throws and blankies. Even still, Pea lay amidst a sea of multi-colored coverings looking like an exquisite commodity.
“What can I do to convince you?” Rose asked.

Read Penelope & Rose's story in Awake: Unsleeping Beauty. 

Two princesses. One love.

What happens when the princess who never sleeps meets the princess who's cursed to sleep? The Princess and the Pea fights the need for rest as she embarks upon the rescue of Sleeping Beauty.

Once awake, the two challenge the real world to find their Happily Ever After. 

Get ready for the erotic lesbian retelling like no other.

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Tell me: What should Penelope say? Please make sure to leave a comment and valid email address to be entered into the hop, and make sure to visit the other blogs. 

Louisa Bacio