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 Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, volume 2 With the purchase of either of these books:  He's on Top: Erotic Stories of Male Dominance and Female Submission  She's on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission I wanted to share more from the spankalicious collection Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2. Below you'll find my introduction and part 1 of Marina Saint's story "Most Unexpected." Stay tuned for part two and remember, you can get this book FREE (and signed!) directly from me with your purchase from Amazon.com of either of my anthologies He's on Top or She's on Top. Just order via Amazon, forward your receipt to me at rachelkramerbussel at gmail.com and put "Amazon" in the subject line and I will personally ship the book to you and sign it if you like. U.S. addresses only. Introduction In the months since Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z was published, I’ve heard a lot of spanking stories, from friends and readers, and done my fair share of spanking, and getting spanked. Hearing people’s tales of spanking pleasure brings me great joy, because I know exactly how they feel. When you tell someone you’ve edited a book on spanking, their face tends to light up with glee, and they often launch into their own erotic tale(s), reminiscing fondly or recounting a recent bared-butt adventure. Or they look at you slightly puzzled and ask, deeply curious, "Tell me more about this spanking thing." They’re intrigued, on edge, aroused by the sensual possibilities of putting hand to rear or letting someone give them some good, solid smacks. I’ve been propositioned to spank countless asses, and had my own ass admired. "You’ve got a good butt for spanking," is something I love to hear. A recent spanker, while I was splayed across his lap, admired my curves. “What else could an ass like this possibly be for?” he wondered before delivering 25 powerful whacks with a wooden paddle. I had a torrid spanking fling where I got my ass warmed so well I could feel it for days, from someone who told me he’s not normally into spanking, but just couldn’t resist, wooing me by his request to let him have free reign over my ass. This person smacked my ass so well I could feel the aftereffects for days, and the memory still makes me blush (yes, even I, seasoned erotica writer that I am, can still blush at the drop of my panties). I spanked a friend in front of a group of people, her jean-covered ass wiggled against me invitingly. I’ve delivered birthday spankings that made me wish the birthday girl were many times her early twenties age. In fact, right now as I write this, my ass bears bruises from my most recent spanking session, and I feel that special soreness every time I sit down. Editing this volume has only increased my interest, both personal and professional, in the topic. The first red-cheeked collection itself played a role in more than a few spankings; several friends have reported that having Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z on their bedside table or bookcase was enough to spark a conversation about the topic and, in some cases, some very sensual reading as a prelude to spanking. People have used the book to broach the topic with their lovers, as revealed in private conversations and internet bulletin board postings, and while that wasn’t my goal or intention when I edited these volumes, I hope that they work as an icebreaker for those nervous about speaking up about their interest in spanking. While it’s a common fantasy, like anything that makes us step outside conventional sexual norms, spanking can be threatening to bring up. Most of the characters portrayed herein have an established fondness for bending over and taking a few (or in some cases, many) swats, but for others they share that same real-life uncertainty, whether about how much they’ll enjoy spanking once they’re actually bent over or how it will play out in their relationship. Spanking brings up so many intense emotions which these characters grapple with; the women in "Break" use spanking as a cathartic way to end their relationship, while in Michele Zipp’s "Violet, Scarlet, Crimson," a taboo affair’s power dynamics and secrets get explored through smacks on the ass. People learn lessons that go far beyond what their asses can bare; they find out what their deepest desires are and aren’t, get taken to the edge and topple over, go deep inside themselves and emerge stronger, fiercer, sexier and more powerful for owning up to their desire. The overwhelming response to the first volume, through sales and feedback, warmed my heart (and my ass) and made me realize how vital it is to read stories about one’s kink that both normalize it and explore all its sensual permutations. Friends told me of deliverymen asking for books on spanking, and I get plenty of website hits from people searching for all manner of "spanking stories.” It became clear early on that this wasn’t just another book of erotica; stories about spanking, for those dedicated ass smackers and smackees who exult in the sensual ritual, let people see themselves on the page. Many people surprised me with their gratefulness for a collection of erotica solely dedicated to spanking, so we’re back for another round of even dirtier, sexier and bolder tales of beautifully bared bottoms, punishments, dares, teases, and seductions. At a reading for the book, an adorable cute couple approached me, asking me to sign their book. When I opened it, I found an extended dedication from the girl to the guy, telling him how much she loves it when he spanks her. They were so earnest and delighted that I knew the book was on the right track. They even used the book in their online pesonal ad! That very personal, passionate connection tells you just how large a role spanking plays in some people’s lives. Even if spanking is only an occasional diversion (or fantasy) for you, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 offers plenty to turn you on and make your mind spin, heart race and skin sizzle. The authors this time around took their work seriously, too, creating even more inventive ways for their characters to get spanked, although some themes emerged. The office and the classroom are so charged with inherent power dynamics that many of the stories here take place within those frameworks, yet it’s not always so simple as a boss spanking an employee or a teacher slapping their poor student’s ass. The employees and students here are cunning, figuring out just what it is they need to get their desired spanking, going through rituals, playing games, trying to see who really has the upper hand. In this volume, strangers also spank each other, such as in Tara Alton’s "Spank and Run," while Bette Taylor takes her spanking international, all the way into the Chunnel, in “Underwater Surprise.” The horny shoe store employee in Stan Kent’s "Solemate" meets his match in a woman who knows exactly what she wants, topping from below as she hikes up her skirt right there in the designer-soled store and demands a very special kind of spanking. In Marina Saint’s "Most Unexpected," a woman finds herself bent over the lap, and the bed, of a guy she’d never imagined so much as kissing, and he takes her for the sexual thrill ride of her life, building up her arousal until she barely knows what she wants more–to get spanked, or to get fucked. I don’t think I’m giving anything away to tell you that she gets everything she wants and then some. Sometimes, intimacy is built up through an ongoing spanking relationship, such as with Debra Hyde’s protagonist Kate and the older couple who use her body for their pleasure, and her own, in "Exact Expectations." Catherine Lundoff delivers the witty "Karen Leaves Her Husband for the Very First Time," in which Karen waltzes into her spouse’s office to say goodbye, and ends up saying things like "Ow" and "Oh!" instead. The fantasy of what spanking means to the players involved can be implicit in the story. In Greta Christina’s brilliant "This Week," a teacher and student must find roundabout ways to see each otheræhe creates tests for her they both know she’ll mess up. Even though they’re just playacting punishments, their arousal and need are completely real: "He knows by now the words that set her off, the ones that make her whimper and arch her bottom in the air—and he knows the ones that make her freeze up. He knows how hard she likes to be spanked . . . and he knows how hard is just a little harder than she really likes, how hard is hard enough to make her feel that she's been bad, and is being punished for it," writes Greta, in one of the hottest stories here. She lets their relationship, and spanking play, unfold, taking them higher and higher as time goes on, with both teacher and student revealing just a little more of their true selves the longer they play, all couched within their respective superior/underling roles. Spanking means countless things in this anthology–love, anger, sublimation, awakening, desire, fulfillment, foreplay, fun, prodding, patience, surrender, exhibitionism, demand, pride, want, lust, punishment, reward, humiliation, power, surprise, daring, learning, lessons, teasing, and goodbye. I’m thrilled by the heady mix of emotions I can feel when I take or deliver a firm spanking, and even more thrilled that these powerful, erotic stirrings, the kind that can bring tears to your eyes, a smile to your lips and a prolonged stirring to your nether parts, are so beautifully, touchingly and wonderfully represented here. These teasing troublemakers, vamps and vixens, horny housewives and husbands, mean bosses, powerful masters and mistresses, sassy spankers and adoring ass worshippers get what’s coming to them and much, much more. The wilier and sneakier they are in concocting schemes to get spanked, the worse off (or, really, the better) it is when they actually get their much-needed and well-deserved smacks. The bottom line is that spanking, for many of these characters, is fun as well as arousing, and that gleefully greedy desire is evidenced in stories such as L. Elise Bland’s "X-Rated Eves," where a stripper who spanks guys onstage for a living discovers a little after hours ass-smacking play with two pairs of gorgeously blushing behinds. Bland writes sexy Southern dommes like no one else, and also deserves congratulations for having her story from the first Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, “Every Good Boy Deserves Favors,” included in Susie Bright’s forthcoming annual anthology Best American Erotica 2006. There are all kinds of spankers and spankees, some who love it so much they do it every day, and some for whom it’s an occasional, or newfound, treat. In “Zocalo Dare,” Radclyffe offers up a woman whose spanking lust arrives in a flash and takes over, making her tremble and sob and ache as she comes while a whole crowd of people, including her girlfriend, watch. Whatever kind of spanking fan you are, I hope you’ll find plenty to get you worked up, turned on, bent over and brimming with arousal in this collection. Be sure to share your own spanking tale with me at naughty at rachelkramerbussel.com - clearly, I’m a spanking participant and literary voyeur. Happy spankings! Rachel Kramer Bussel New York City June 2005 "Most Unexpected" by Marina Saint I had never remotely thought about Matt "like that" before. He was a guy I knew from school, cute in a standard, easy sort of way, lusted after by his fair share of girls, as much for his sports ability as his good looks. He wasn’t the star quarterback, but was just as popular, and he knew it; I could practically see the smirk on his face when heads swiveled to get a look at him at any campus bar. Plus, my friends all wanted him, which only made him less attractive to me; I tend to go for the guys everyone else thinks are a bit weird, the fat or bald or artsy ones. I didn’t want to be one of the herd, but more importantly, I’d never walked by Matt and felt even a shiver of arousal. I’d never expected to wind up bent over Matt’s lap while he spanked me, but that’s exactly what happened. We knew each other casually from class, but that’s about it; we’d never had an extended conversation before he started spanking me. What happened was, one day I had to email him about some homework. He made a joke that I played off, but the more he persisted with his light flirting, the more my pussy felt like nothing more than a deep, deep hole that only he could fill, my ass simply two raging mounds of flesh in dire need of his harsh attention. It was an amazing, but instantaneous, transformation, one I simply couldn’t ignore. The minute his email came back to me, asking to spank me, his tone playful but clearly real, I was a goner. In my mind, I was already there, ass up, splayed across his lap, taking everything he had to give me. I was at my library job, but wound up typing the dirtiest messages I could think of to him, pouring out my most secret fantasies before the more rational part of my brain could stop myself. We made plans to meet that very night, despite the test I had to study for, despite any other mitigating factors; this was, for both of us, the most important thing we could possibly do. He picks me up at my dorm. I’ve dolled myself up in my shortest miniskirt, the one I’ve only worn out once because it makes me self-conscious, along with patterned fishnets, a slinky low-cut top, lacy bra, smoky eye makeup, and, of course, my favorite pair of ultra-sheer black panties, adorned with small pink bows tailing my ass. If you must know, the panties are already completely soaked. In the car on the way to his place, I can’t look at him. It’s dark, but still I keep my eyes turned, even as my pussy tightens in anticipation when his fingers dive under my short skirt. I stay still, quiet, although part of me wants to take his hand and shove those fingers deep inside me. I let him go at his own pace, lightly tickling the edge of my panties, the arousal starting to get unbearable. We climb up the stairs, quietly so as not to wake his roommates. It feels like the middle of the night even though it’s only around nine. It feels more illicit than it is, and that feeling only serves to turn me on more. We move immediately into our fantasy, and in a stroke of genius, or luck, or what have you, there’s none of that usual letdown, that gap between erotic daydream and simpering reality. When I bend over across his lap, I’m immediately comfortable in the position; it just feels right. Maybe it’s because I haven’t spent months building up this encounter in my mind, have only considered letting him spank me for mere hours instead of frantic weeks; it’s all a bit of a shock to my system, or maybe I’m just horny. It’s been a while since I was spanked by a man who knows how to do it, who wants to do it not only because I want it, but for his own unique, mysterious reasons. I like a man who wants to spank me just for the hell of it, whose dick gets hard when he considers my ass turned up in front of him. My long hair touches the floor as I balance across his lap. The first smack is hard, seething with all the pent up teasing of our emails. He spanks me again and again, his hands strong and hard, firm and fast. I want him to keep going, yet at the same time, the roaring in my pussy, that urgent, needy hole, is becoming increasingly loud. His hands continue to rain down on my fleshy asscheeks, beaming up at him, encased in my new underwear, black with pink bows chasing the seam, new, just for him. He lifts the edge of one side, pushing the fabric into my asscrack as his hand connects directly with my skin. We don’t speak, haven’t even kissed on the lips yet, but I want him with a passion that is all real, perhaps stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. He fingers me, fondling my wet slit through the sheerness until he decides I need more spankings. He bunches the rest of my panties in my crack, so they burrow in there, tight and arousing, while he continues to spank me. Now, each smack not only stings my ass, sends arrows of arousal to my cunt, but also creeps along my asscrack. I’m nowhere near my limit, my pink ass simply hinting at what it can take, when he leads me into the darkness of the bedroom and pushes me so I’m bending over the bed. For weeks, I’ve been dreaming of getting fucked just like this, bent over, doggy-style, just like this–but not by him. Now, all I want is his cock slamming into me, hard as can be. I got to feel it briefly in the other room; it’s big, solid, strong and perfect. This time, though, he spanks me again, pushing my body deep into the bed, the whacks reverberating back into me when my body springs against the bed’s surface, before I’m pressed back down into it. He holds me still, one hand on my back, the other rising into the air to come crashing down onto my ass. He’s onto me, and has moved lower, to my sweet center spot, my butt’s bullseye, his firm hand spanking me there over and over and making me drip. He tugs my panties up against my cunt, and my teeth bite the open air. I need something in my mouth, in my cunt, in my everything. He tugs the panties down, practically ripping them in his haste, and I spread my legs. Please spank my pussy, I think, please spank my pussy, as tears spring to my eyes, but I’m too embarrassed to make such a request; yes, embarrassed, despite all that we’ve just done. I’m granted a few more extra-hard smacks before he gives me what I’ve silently been begging for. His smacks against my cunt make me cry out, my arousal almost unbearable as his fingers slap my pink, wet pussy over and over, making me burn with a fire I fear will never be extinguished. My ass and pussy flare as one giant blaze, sending me higher and higher until I could almost float away. He pinches my wet lips, bring me back down to earth before he turns me around. He stands proudly in the middle of the empty floor space, places a pillow before my feet, and shoves me down onto it. His hard cock bobs proudly right in front of me, and my whole body shudders at the glorious sight. Finally, finally, I will have his cock inside me. He grabs my hair, tugging on it as I take his cock into my mouth. There is no time to do anything but feel, and with every stroke my pussy widens, readying itself for his touch. His cock fills my mouth perfectly, and I let the saliva pool against my tongue as I work him deep into my throat. He tastes slightly sweaty, salty, exactly as a cock should, and as I twist my head around, gliding my tongue up and down his shaft while he alternately pulls my hair and pushes my head closer to his body, I think that I could do this forever. When I’ve got his entire cock safely down my throat, for those few precious seconds where I can maintain the perfect deepthroating posture, I look up at him, my watery eyes wanting his approval. To be continued... |
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I'm a writer, editor, and blogger - basically, I do a little bit of everything, from erotic fiction to book reviews to conducting interviews to writing articles and essays. I got started writing erotica while attending law school (which I left to pursue my writing), and my first story, "Monica and Me" was published in an anthology called Starf* cker, edited by Shar Rednour. Since then, I've gone on to pen dozens of stories, which are published or slated to be published in over 100 anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006 and Best Women's Erotica 2003, 2004, 2006, and 2007.
NOTE: You can see the real, full titles below, but Amazon will not let me put in the word "s e x" spelled out, so I've had to improvise, even though it IS in the title of some of my books! I've edited over 20 anthologies, most recently Tasting Him, Tasting Her, Spanked, Rubber S-x, Dirty Girls, Best S-x Writing 2008, Yes, Sir, Yes, Ma'am, Crossdressing, and more. I used to write the Lusty Lady column for The Village Voice and now write about relationships, books, and pop culture for a variety of publications. I conduct interviews for Gothamist.com, where I've interviewed various artists, authors, and other interesting folks including Augusten Burroughs, Jessica Coen, Clare Crespo, Eve Ensler, Christian Finnegan, Nadine Haobsh, Molly Jong-Fast, Anya Kamenetz, Stephanie Lessing, Susan Polgar, Julie Powell, M.J. Rose, Susan Shapiro, Tucker Shaw, John Stossel, Tristan Taormino, Ned Vizzini, Jeannette Walls, and Koren Zailckas, Victoria Zdrok, and Mediabistro.com, where I conduct the "From the Editors" series and have done 3 Citizen Media Critic essays, on the magazines Lucky, his and hers, and Violet. I have also written for various publications, including Alternative Press, AVN, The Black Table, Bust, Cleansheets.com, Curve, Diva, Girlfriends, Metro, New York Post, Penthouse, Penthouse Forum, Playgirl, Rockrgrl, On Our Backs, Oxygen.com, The San Francisco Chronicle, Time Out New York and Zink. I've been interviewed by Bookmouth, Lippy Imp, New York magazine, Playboy's Night Calls, and Suicide Girls, and have appeared on The Derek and Romaine Show, The Joey Reynolds Show, KS E X Radio, Showtime's Family Business, and The Berman and Berman Show. I host a monthly erotic reading series called In The Flesh (http://inthefleshreadingseries.blogspot.com) every 3rd Thursday of the month at a bar called Happy Ending. We've had some amazing readers, including Jessica Cutler, Maxim Jakubowski, Josh Kilmer-Purcell, Tsaurah Litzky, M.J. Rose, Danyel Smith, Carol Taylor, Zane and others. |
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