Archive for July 22nd, 2009

Win a paddle from me on the Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories Amazon Spike Day!

July 22, 2009

I bet you probably didn’t even know sells paddles! Well, they do, and they’re a perfect pairing with my new book Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories, which I hope you will buy on Monday, July 27th, my Amazon Spike Day. Amazon Spike Day is a way to try to generate sales on Amazon and spread the word about a given book, so I will be teasing you with story excerpts and interviews. And photos of pretty paddles I wish someone would spank me with!

Unlike last time around, I can’t afford to give everyone a free book, but I am giving away something even cooler: a paddle! And where better to get it from than Actually, there are tons of great places to buy paddles, but it goes with the theme, and I just love that Amazon sells such kinky implements, don’t you? One winner will get a paddle of their choice and my books Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica and Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 1 and 2 and a second winner will get all 3 books. Winner chosen randomly. Good luck!

Rules: You must purchase the paperback (not Kindle) version of Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories on July 27th (from midnight to 11:59 pm counts) and must be in the U.S. Then forward your receipt and put “Amazon” in the subject line to spankingantho at with a link to the paddle you want sent to you – must have a retail value of $60 or lower. Hint: search “paddle” in the Health & Personal Care section.

Happy shopping, and remember, wait until Monday!

You can now read a sexy excerpt from Tess Danesi’s story “The Purple Balloon” on the Bottoms Up blog.

Email spankingantho at if you have any questions and thanks for your interest in spanking and support for my books!

All of these are possibilities:

Amazon description:

Mr-S-Leather Bloodline Wooden Paddle – 18″ – Canary & Bloodline, $59.95

A truly beautiful work of art. You may already have a bunch of things to whack someone with…But this new 18′ long Bloodline paddle will become your favorite instantly. These are made from three distinct layers of exotic hardwoods glued together, varnished and lacquered to a high gloss finish. 3 fluted indents on one side, while the back side is totally smooth. Add one of these to your collection and use on that special bottom’s butt. For the amount of work put into making these and how beautiful they are, they are priced quite inexpensively.These all wood paddles are made from high quality, furniture grade domestic hardwoods, exotic hardwoods, or combinations thereof. All wood furniture and toys are finished with multiple layers of a high quality grade lacquer making a superior finish although it is not waterproof. These wooden toys should be cared for as you would fine wood furniture. Cleaning and care should be with a mild, non-abrasive cleaner intended for wood furniture such as Pledge, Pledge Wipes or Murphy’s Oil Soap.

The one below is my personal favorite, not necessarily for how it’d feel, but how it looks:

Amazon description:

Heart 2 Heart Paddle Leather Pocket with Red Hearts Inlay, Black, $54.08

Your heart is afire and your butt will be too after a playful paddling by our pocket paddle with red leather heart inlay. The black suede lining on the backside provide a soothing softness for you backside. An adorable paddle? It could only come from the makers of Heart2Heart. Get all the matching heart-a-fire pieces!

Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories out now; excerpt from “The Purple Balloon”

July 22, 2009

Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories is out now! Stay tuned for news on how you can WIN a paddle perfect for spanking or getting spanked this Monday, July 27th.

For now, here’s an excerpt from Tess Danesi’s story “The Purple Balloon.”

I began to caress the balloon to my cheek, let it glide down to my hard, dusky nipples and belly the way I had done so many times in my head. It was so close to my sex, to my aching clit and cunt, that I felt the static jump between the thin latex and my few fine blonde pubic hairs. I parted my thighs even farther, losing any self-consciousness for one all too quick moment, as the balloon touched my sensitized clit and I gasped, the sound of my voice bringing me back to the humiliating reality of where I was; naked and splayed and dripping wet in front of a completely dressed stranger; a stranger who I’d paid for the privilege of being humiliated by. I started to close my legs when Madeline’s hand alighted on the warm, dewy skin of my thigh. If I had thought that the balloon generated electricity, her gentle touch and the single word she spoke, “No,” were like a surge in voltage.

“You are indeed a very nasty girl, Kate. Spread out for me like a little tramp and enjoying it, too. I can see how wet you are. Wet like only a true slut would be. I can see just how desperately you need to be punished.”

She got up from her chair and stood peering down at me for a moment before extending her hand to me and helping me, on trembling legs, to my feet. She led me around to the back of the desk, and bent me over at the very corner so that my groin was pressed right up against the worn old wood edge. I wanted to press myself into it, I was so desperate to come I thought I would die, but I didn’t dare. My pulse quickened, knowing I was seconds away from having her spank me, spank me while telling me how bad I was, how I needed a firm hand.

“I’m going to begin now,” she started, “with my hand. You’ll get ten strokes. I expect you to stay completely still for those. There will be plenty of time for you to writhe about when we advance to the other instruments. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I said, having fallen comfortably into this way of addressing her.

The first time her hand made contact with my pert, round ass, it was almost gentle. I felt her open palm and splayed fingers distributing the soft impact. I sighed in relief and I held still as she commanded. The next was in the same spot, again a light touch. It didn’t hurt; it smarted. It became more and more difficult to remain still with each progressive stroke, but I did and it filled me with an odd sense of accomplishment. Each of those first ten strokes were in exactly the same place, each successively harder until it did hurt, but the harsher slaps made my cunt grind harder into the corner of the desk, filling me with the sensation of pain and pleasure all at once, making me know I would lose my mind if I couldn’t come. Then she began again on the other cheek until I felt as though the heat radiating from my crimson ass was warming the entire room. But that was only the beginning.

Read the rest in Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories and read more of Tess’s work on her blog