I couldn't remember what I shared last week, but I noticed it was 11pm EST on Tuesday night and I hadn't gotten my post up for #WipItUpWedneday! So this is a little further from what I shared last week. Laura's being naughty- but is it in role or out of role? :D
Amy dropped to the floor and crawled her way to Laura. She whispered, “I'm wondering if being the sub is always so boring in this type of set up.”
Laura shrugged. He's totally paying attention to Tom. Her gaze still on Jack's face even as she leaned close to whisper back to Amy, she said, “Why don't you enjoy Chris, even if he's a Little now?”
Amy rolled her eyes.
“Are you girls whispering?” Jack asked sternly.
“Yes, Father.” Laura dropped her chin to her chest.
“Over my knee!”
“Please, Father. Not in front of others,” Laura whined.
Jack lifted one eyebrow.
Laura jumped to her feet and dropped her pelvis other Jack's thighs; she pushed her fingers into the carpet so she wouldn't fall off.
“Because we are in front of others, I will only lift your skirt.” Jack hitched Laura's skirt to her lower back before peppering each thigh and the middle of her butt with spanks without count. “When Amy crawled over to you, what should you have done?”
Laura sniffled, even if the spanking had been severe enough to make her cry, before whimpering, “I should have asked your permission to whisper with my friend, Father?”
“Did you answer my question with a question?” Jack growled.
“Sorry, yes, Father.” She cried out when her answer was met with several more spanks. Sniffling more, she focused on still keeping her voice even as she repeated, “I should have asked your permission to whisper with my friend, Father.”
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So as I get this post ready, I haven't even opened my file yet; another author talked about having multiple files open because she's struggling with mental health too. I've been failing to connect to "Typing My Love," so I'm going to take a break from it and open up "Laura Learns"- the ageplay "week" from my planned trilogy with Jack and Laura. Not sure what I'll share just yet, but I found in the midst of adjusting to an anti-depressant, I hadn't managed to post on my site at all since Feburary 21st for this hop.
Then I opened the file, took the word count (I'm taking part in a writing challenge), and picked some to share with you all before I hopefully start writing. I'm sharing from a chapter of "Laura Learns" where Laura and Jack are at a dinner party where everyone is in some kind of BDSM role.
Laura turned a page in the paperback she'd found in a pile of books; she felt a giggle tickling the back of her throat. I'm already thinking of Jack's home as my home. Well we are engaged. She watched Chris rolling on the floor, his nearness to John giving her a chance to glance at the naked man without being too obvious. I'm so glad ageplay at my age doesn't allow for so much nudity.
"Ple, ple, book!" Chris gurgled at her feet.
"No, little boy. You tried to bite it," Laura scolded.
"Saawwy!" Chris batted his eyelashes at her.
Nadia sat on the couch beside Laura. "Whatcha reading?"
"Black Beauty. I just love horses," Laura gushed, grateful for the chance to talk in role.
"Would you like to see my model horse collection?" Nadia smiled.
Laura scratched her nose. "I should ask my Father. Didn't you say dinner would be ready soon, ma'am?"
Nadia grimaced. Whispering, she said, "Sorry. I know it's in role for you, but being ma'am'd makes me feel squiggly."
Whispering as well, Laura asked, "We didn't really discuss respect language for adults. Is there something other than ma'am that you'd like?"
"Not sure there is something. Any other title used for femmes tends to be icky to me, for me. Thank goodness you're normally a sub like me."
Jack and Tonya joined them in the living room then.
Standing in front of them, Jack asked, "So Nadia, how much longer to dinner?"
"Ten minutes, sir. Might I ask for Laura if I can show her my model horse collection before dinner? When I offered to show it to her, she was a good girl and said she'd have to ask you, sir."
Jack nodded. "Thanks for offering to show her." He glanced at Laura. "No wondering off from Nadia's side."
"Yes, Sir," Laura murmured. She handed the paperback to him before getting up from the couch and following after Nadia. Not sure how I should present as a ten-year-old of a strict father, but I do like him in role. I'm not sure about my own role though.
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So Amazon doesn't like authors to review books, although especially if we're in the anthology too (Pssst, mine is called "Santa Dom" and is the only LGBT story). Well silly pssts aside (trying not to channel my inner Pinkie Pie, I love Delia's story because it's age-play and has both a male and a female Big; however, Delia has taken a lovely step to make her story different than a lot of the age-play romance out there. Here's an excerpt with Mrs. Flores to wet your tastes- you'll just have to buy "Mischief Under the Mistletoe" to enjoy the whole story.
“Mrs. Flores cleared her throat regaining her dominant presence. “But, that’s not really the topic at hand right now, is it, little girl?”
I bit my lip. “I didn’t ask to be part of any of this conversation. I was just trying to figure out the best way to carry out your wishes and this was all thrust on me.”
“Oh really? Everything is strewn about the room and you were in bed cuddling Mr. Snow because you were trying to carry out our wishes for decorating and setting up?”
I blushed unsure how to worm my way out.
“If you’d asked, even if Phoebe was still coming, we’d have been happy to let you give Mr. Snow a snuggle, but you didn’t ask. And, neglected your duties as chalet matron and then lied to cover it up, didn’t you?”
I was mortified to feel tears filling my eyes. “I… I… I’m so sorry, Mrs. Flores.”
“Do you know what I’d do with you if you were ours?”
My eyes widened. “Mmm-mmm. Umm, I mean no ma’am. I d-don’t know what you’d do. W-with me that is.”
She stared at me, her icy blue eyes piercing my soul. “How about I show you? Stand up.” She stood from the couch and held her hands out to help me up. I obeyed quickly. I didn’t want to disappoint her anymore than I already had.
She took a seat on the chair I’d been in and without a word pulled me over her lap, face down, bottom up. “
"The Chalet" by Delia Grace's blurb:
Could one weekend fulfill lifelong dreams possibly changing three lives forever? Come join Addi on a fantastical weekend in the Alps! This story contains innocent age-play and some “heart”-warming over the knee spanks.
"Mischief Under the Mistletoe" blurb:
Mischief Under the Mistletoe: Fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.
It releases on December 7th, although it's already available for pre-order at the beginning price of 99 cents. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078BPBG49/
Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Shelly Douglas, Gracie Malling, Joelle Casteel, Brandy Golden, Kelly Dawson, Sheri Lynn, Jaye Elise, Kathryn R. Blake, Molly Alvarado and Katie Douglas
Delia's Bio and Ways to contact her: Delia Grace is a mid-thirties self-proclaimed “spanko-holic”. She has inhaled books since she read her first Boxcar Children book at six years old, although her topics of interest have matured slightly since then. She lives with her husband, sister, and two daughters just outside of New York City.
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It has been too long since I did Saturday Spankings. But by the time this goes live, I hope to be pumping out words for National Novel Writing Month. Depression has led me not to finishing enough so I'll be doing some lines from my fun "A Master and a Mommy"
"Master, can we please find me a Mommy?" I gazed at my dominant with what I hoped was an adoring expression; not too much of a 'porny', anime look, as both he and I find those eyes just a bit disturbing.
"A Mommy?" he echoed.
"You know, like ageplay." I batted my eyelashes. "Since you're horrified at the idea of me calling you Daddy."
He snorted with laughter. "How thoughtful of you to think of me in what you want."
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When i looked at the picture that Kayla had picked, I giggled. I awwww'd at the line she wrote about me. I was pondering before church what I'd write since I had to write after missing last week from being too depressed, with Kayla having picked my picture. As amusingly happens, I did some of my best writing during church- thank goodness I'm a Unitarian Universalist :D. I started from the little bits of interaction that happened between my Master and I the night I took the picture and The Queen turned it into full out ageplay.
"Are you trying to take a picture of your pussy?" Master asks.
"No, Master." I giggle. "Daddy, I'm trying to take a picture of my fun, new socks!" I grin as His wrinkled nose; no Daddy during sex, but He's never quite said it squicks Him enough I should never say. I mean. He jokes and calls me Mommy.
He's at the door, leaving for work.
I dance, run toward Him, hopping and yelling, "Dangly bits! Dangly bits!"
"I'll give you dangly bits," He mutters as He grabs me around the waist for a hug. He kisses my forehead before leaning over further to kiss to my lips.
"Are you going to be good and write instead of playing games?"
I wanna see how far I an push ageplay, But no. I don't want more lines. "Yes, Master. Masturbation Monday needs written."
"Do we need to discuss when you can masturbate again?"
I pout. "Um, maybe, not really, Master."
"Okay, after you write a good bit."
"Yes, Master. Love You, Master." I watch Him walk out the screen door before shutting the storm door.
Spell check completed. Word count- 900 words. Post setting up tomorrow; I'm pretending I have a bed time.
"Lay down, little boy," The Queen coos at Gaelan.
He looks so good on my Master's side of the bed. I turn on my side, my greedy fingers between my thighs, wanting to watch.
"I think you need your Daddy tonight," The Queen continues. He brushes his finger down Gaelan's jaw, his fingers moving slowly through the thick beard.
"Daddy?" Gaelan echoes.
"Yes, your Daddy."
My middle finger slides into my moist twinkle cave as The Queen tenderly rubs Gaelan's chest, up and down strokes that encourage my finger's movements.
"Good boy. Relax into the rubbing." The Queen leans over to kiss Gaelan's forehead. "Should I make Joelle tell you a story as I rub you or would you like a Daddy story?"
"I think Joelle needys a story too, Daddy," Gaelan murmurs.
Needys? Beyond needys.
"A little boy grew up in a house without enough love. Still a little boy on the inside, he crossed a great big pond. Sad and big tears followed him to his bed. Then he meet his Daddy. His Daddy was always ready to give kisses and cuddles because he loves his little boy to the moon and back. Daddy didn't have a Mommy to give his little boy, but he did have a sissy to share."
My orgasm explodes around my stilled finger; The Queen's parted but unspeaking lips tell me he knows. I kiss Gaelan's cheek and close my eyes.
"Sissy loved Bubby as Daddy loved her. She loved watching Daddy help Bubby feel better."
I cuddle up to Gaelan's side, my arm over his broad chest; The Queen begins to rub Bubby's belly.
"Daddy's Gods say we should love each other, that we are all family. My sweetie boy, my loving girl. Daddy is here, no matter what. Daddy does not ask you to be anything, but your cute selves."
I swallow as the wonky, not physically encouraged orgasm kisses me, like The Queen's lips moving from Gaelan's forehead to my own.
"Are you read for sleepies, little loves?"
"Yes, Daddy," Gaelan and I answer together.
He's here to tuck me in like Master does on His nights off when He sees I need it.
The Queen places Ostara puppy against my back as the virtual realness of Gaelan's sweetness warms my front. He takes my sticky fingers from between my thighs and likes them clean. "Good night, little loves."
8 or so sentences of spanking... I'm reblogging "Mommy's Diary" from my old blog that I shared as I was writing "A Master and a Mommy." This is specifically about ageplay.
Why am I interested in age play? I do like the nurturing role- considering my entire adult life spent in medicine- but I'd like a role that's nurturing while still having a sexual component. I think I can get that from age play with the right woman. Yes, most definitely a woman- not interested in having a little boy. Somewhere between a female/female relationship (especially thinking on stereotypes of lesbian relationships) and the caricature of a Domme (no "Lick my boot, worm!" for me), that's where I want to place myself as a Mommy.
I find when it comes to practicalities like monogamy/polyamory, LDR/offline, the majority of physical attributes, I'm pretty open. Admittedly, I'd love a redhead, whatever shade. And part of me does grow warm at the notion of her being the right height for her face to nestle between my breasts when we're standing close together.
If you'd like to read the whole diary entry, click here...
Also information for "A Master and a Mommy"
Josephine, a BDSM slave married to her childhood sweetheart Andrew, asks him if she can find herself an ageplay Mommy. With a lovingly written profile, Josephine attracts Mara, who suggests the ageplay nickname Joey and wants to learn about ageplay along with her as Joey's Mommy.
The story unfolds in Josephine/Joey's point of view as she learns more about herself as a Little as well as how to balance those two important, romantic relationships- a Master and a Mommy- and her other interests in life. Her big project is to redecorate a room into the most feminine guestroom that she can; all the while, Andrew enjoys his slave, anchoring her in their love and intense BDSM activity.
Andrew and Mara keep Joey in the dark until Mara comes in through the front door for a visit. Then comes the real test of Joey's ability to balance two roles and two loves.
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