And once again, my friends, another year is almost done, which means…

Duh Duh Duh Duh (dramatic pause)

It’s time for Alyxfic’s Christmas Exchange. Woohoo! Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Rudolph ran away (I can’t imagine why).

Actually, it means I have a story for the 2023 exchange, and if you head on over to my Writing Page, I have a link straight to the source, and of course, a link to the exchange on the Alyxfic blog.

Merry Christmas everyone, or however you celebrate the holidays, and Happy Reading. Make sure to check the exchange often as many new entries will be submitted soon.

I know I haven’t posted anything new recently, but I am working on so many WIP that I have a hard time getting stuff edited to post. I will continue to post stories on AO3.

I’m also thinking of posting a list of authors I have recently read. I’ve been trying to branch out from my normal lesfic, but I don’t see much lesbian bdsm fiction out there, and I’m not really into M/F. Maybe I’m looking in the wrong place, or maybe it’s still too niche at the moment. I do like the idea of Lesbian Science Fiction, so maybe I’ll saunter off in that direction and try my hand at something new.

And it’s finally 2021. We can put the last sucky year to bed. In honor of the New Year I have a new series I’m going to start posting soon. I say new, but I’ve been working on it all year. It’s actually a 3 part series, at least that’s the plan. I will be adding a link to my Writing page ASAP, but I warn you now that there are darker themes running through this one, though there are plenty of fun, fluffy, sexy chapters (and plenty of spanking) as well.

It will mostly feature main characters: Regina and Jamie, and then slowly bring in other characters: Emma, Ruby, and Mallory. There will be lots of drama and spanking, but I will tag everything on the writing page with a little more explanation and synopsis. I don’t want to give too much away though.

Preview Tags (as a heads up) : F/F Romance, F/F Erotica, BDSM, and MDLG (cuz that’s how I roll)

On another note, if anyone is reading this, I am looking for a beta-reader. It seems like no matter how many times I re-read things, I keeps finding little grammatical errors and other stuff to fix. I know I’m seriously OCD about my own writing, so I’d love to have another pair of eyes read through everything before I post it. Just be aware, there is a heavy BDSM slant to most of my writing, and I will always post tags when appropriate. Drop me a comment or send me an email.

So, I promised to post something for Christmas, and since it’s technically Christmas Day on the East Coast (USA), I am putting up a little spanking one-shot with a little something extra.

Tags Include: F/F Spanking, Lesbian Married Couple, Top/Brat sort of, Light BDSM if you squint, Lesbian Sex, Shower Sex, NSFW (as if it were ever in doubt)

And now, on with the story…

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Why Mornings Suck – Sometimes

Jamie swiftly rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face under her pillow as the bedroom’s overhead light seared the back of her eyelids.  “Damnit, Brook!  What the hell?”

Brooke stood in the doorway of their bedroom, hands perched on her hips, eyes drawn together dangerously.  “Jamie Renee Beckett-Chandler, get your ass out of that bed before I have to come over there and help you.”

Jamie considered her options then blindly reached for another pillow, tucking it against her body in that hollow where her wife should have been.  “No.”  She declared firmly.  “I don’t want to.  I’m not going on a run with you this morning.”

That, unfortunately for Jamie, was the wrong thing to say.  If she’d been smart, she’d have checked out her wife’s demeanor before replying.  If anything, the use of her full name should have been a clue.  Besides, there were any number of better ways of replying other than throwing a definitive negative in your wife’s face.  Brooke’s face went from glowering to stormy to thunderous.  Striding across the room, she yanked the covers off Jamie’s curled body.

“That does it, little one.  You have more than earned a trip over my knee.”

Jamie gasped as she was tugged into position, face down over her wife’s lap.  Sleeping without panties suddenly lost its appeal, and Jamie kicked wildly as a righteous fire was steadily stoked in her backside.  She grasped wildly for her wife’s leg, bucking and squirming in an effort to dissuade her wife from her current endeavor.

“Brooke, no, please.  I’m sorry.”  Her voice rose an octave as Brooke switched to spanking her sit spots.  “Brooke, please.  I’m sorry for the attitude.  Please.  I’ll get up right now, I promise.  I’ll come run with you or whatever.  Just please no more spanking.”

Brooke growled low in her throat.  “Stop kicking, little one.  I’m just getting started.  You will learn to behave if I have to spank you every morning for a month.”

Jamie howled as her bottom heated up.  When Brooke stopped to shake out her hand, Jamie sighed in relief.  Brooke chuckled darkly then reached into the nightstand drawer for the small, wooden paddle.  Jamie trembled at the feeling of the smooth, cool wood as it rested on her backside.  She knew soon enough the wood would be as hot as her bottom.

“Please, Brooke.”  She babbled.  “Please not the paddle.  I’m s-s-sorry for being disrespectful this morning.  I’m s-s-sorry for swearing and not obeying you like I should have.”

“I know you are.”  Brooke reminded her with a tap on the hip.  “And you’re going to be a lot sorrier when I get done.”

Jamie sniffed as the paddle left her backside.  After a whoosh of air, the paddle connected once with her left cheek and then with her right.  Jamie howled at the deep throbbing pain left behind by the wooden implement.  She sobbed as the paddle covered every inch of her backside.  When Jamie finally slumped over her wife’s lap in surrender, Brooke placed the paddle on the nightstand and pulled Jamie into her lap.

“I wish that hadn’t been necessary, baby girl.”  Brooke whispered.  “You know I hate having to punish you.”

Jamie clung to Brooke’s neck as she cried.  “I’m s-s-sorry, ma’am, and I wish you hadn’t punished me too.  I just didn’t want to get up this morning.”

Brooke sighed as Jamie cuddled in her lap.  “Alright, baby girl.  If you really don’t want to come for a run with me this morning, I won’t make you, but when I get back, I want you in the shower with me.”

Jamie ears perked up, and she stared up at Brook in adoration.  “As you wish, ma’am.  You know I’ll never turn down a chance to get naked and wet with you.”

Brooke rolled her eyes and swatted Jamie playfully.  “Such a tease, little one.”

Jamie blushed and hid her face in Brooke’s neck.  “May I go back to bed while you’re gone, please?”

Brooke transferred Jamie from her lap to the bed.  “Get some rest if you can, sweetie.  I’ll wake you when I get back.”

Jamie pecked Brooke on the cheek then rolled over and curled up around her pillow.  In less than a minute she was snoring lightly, her breath coming in little puffs against the pillow.  Brooke shook her head as she went in search of her sneakers.  Maybe she would limit her run to three miles this morning instead of her regular five.

As the front door closed, Jamie stretched languidly, her hand traveling down between her legs.  Her bottom throbbed something terrible, but there was also a fire building inside.  She strummed her clit lightly, not surprised to find herself wet already.  She closed her eyes and imagined Brooke laying prone between her legs, her tongue teasing ever so lightly at her clit, fingers brushing at her entrance.  For the next five minutes, Jamie teased herself mercilessly, her fingers lightly stroking her entrance, the fingertips of her right hand just barely penetrating while she pinched her nipples with her left. Bringing herself to the edge was driving her crazy, but she knew better than to come without Brooke’s permission. Forcing herself to slow down, Jamie wore a groove in the carpet as she paced back and forth and imagined a cold shower. Slowly her libido cooled and her arousal banked itself into a simmering puddle of embers.

After another five minutes of pacing, Jamie distracted herself with a new video game she’d been dying to try.  She knew Brooke wouldn’t mind as the older woman wasn’t into RPG adventure games, but Jamie’s main attraction was the scantily clad women, which didn’t do as much for distracting her libido as she had hoped. It was barely an hour later that the front door clicked open and shut, and as soon as Brooke stripped off her running clothes, Jamie logged out of her game and joined her wife in the shower.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.”  Jamie breathed softly as she pushed Brooke up against the wall.

Brooke smirked.  “Want to bet?”  She fell to her knees and buried her face in her wife’s dripping curls.

Jamie shuddered as Brooke’s tongue delved deep inside her.  Brooke smirked and shoved two fingers inside her wife, sucking hard on Jamie’s clit as the younger woman bucked into her mouth.

“Come for me, baby.”  Brooke commanded, and Jamie screamed her wife’s name as she came hard.

Brooke kissed Jamie hard as she tweaked the younger woman’s nipples.  “Tell me the truth, baby girl.  Did you piss me off on purpose this morning so I’d spank you?”

Jamie blushed.  “Maybe?  I admit your toppy attitude is a huge turn-on, but I honestly didn’t mean to push you into using the paddle.”

Brooke snorted.  “Maybe next time you can just tell me when you want a spanking.”

Jamie grinned as she covered her wife’s body with adoring kisses.  “Now where would be the fun in that?”

So, I uploaded the next chapter in the Jamie/Regina/Emma saga, and then, of course, another idea came to mind, so I inserted a title for that (Grumpy is as Grumpy Does – extra points if you can discover which movie I got the idea for my title from) which I will be working on this week.

I’m so excited for Christmas, even though my sister and her family decided they won’t be able to come this year. COVID restrictions are a little tighter where they live than here, so they are going to try next year when things hopefully aren’t so crazy. My thoughts and prayers to everyone stuck at home for the holidays.

I plan to upload something on Christmas Day (fingers crossed) for anyone following this who needs a little extra good cheer – maybe an onscreen meeting (erm, spanking) with Santa. I’m not entirely sure yet on the time frame, but hopefully before Noon EST (for you Brits, that’s probably after lunch rather than before).

Please say a prayer for our front line workers here in the US who are in the process of taking the COVID vaccine. May they remain healthy and safe, and may their holidays be joyful and bright.

Merry Christmas.

Looks like another year has come and gone (almost done, that is), and it’s been a while since I posted anything. So, I thought I’d leave a trail of breadcrumbs for anyone who’s interested.

If you haven’t already, check out Woodsy the Performance Poet – His stuff is absolutely amazing.

If you’re not subscribed to Alyxfic then you should definitely head over there and see what all the Christmas hubbub is about (hint: It’s in the name). I will be submitting my entry (or entries, I haven’t decided yet) fairly pronto, at least my first “present” for the tree.

To those who celebrate the holidays, Merry Christmas. To those who don’t, Merry Christmas anyway, because how can you not send well wishes to everyone. And if you are unable to be with loved ones this season, know what you are in our hearts and prayers, and nothing bad lasts forever. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen my sister and family in several years because, well, they live halfway across the country, but I’m blessed to have the family with me that I do.

I’ve entered my submissions (yes, I have two) for Alyx’s 2020 Christmas Exchange which she will have updated soon I’ve been told. One is a poem I thought I’d share, and the other is a story that follows my entry from the 2019 Christmas Exchange.

I realized something today (after Alyx brought it to my attention – Thank you, Alyx). I totally failed to mention that my Christmas entries are listed under the nom de plume, Nicky Read (reed, not red), which I mention on my NCIS Ficlets page but nowhere else. I started with this pen name for my poetry and it just expanded from there. Should I finally get something self published on Amazon, I will probably create a more professional sounding name, and hopefully a more professional looking website to promote said works. For now, know that “Art of Words” is Nicky, and Nicky is me. (I know. I know. In formal writing, I should have said – Nicky is I, but that just sounds so wrong.)

I have always loved Johnny Cash. His “country” makes country music cool when so much of it now-a-days is trash. Whenever I’m depressed, I listen to Cash. When I’m in the mood for soul, I listen to Cash. When I need a pick-me-up, I listen to Cash. Not that everything can be answered with Johnny Cash, but… Wait, yeah, it probably can.

Seriously though, my playlist has other music on it, and you’re probably gonna look at my list and say “What?!” because it’s a weird mix. The most important part though is that each song speaks to my soul in a different way. When I need to drown out the world, this is where I go.

• Sail by Awolnation
• Human by Rag’n’Bone Man
• Castle of Glass by Linkin Park
• Demons by Imagine Dragons
• Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus (lyric video only)
• Arms by Christina Perri
• The Words by Christina Perri
• The Sound of Silence by Disturbed
• Cost of the Crown (nightcore version)
• White Flag (nightcore version)
• Further up on the Road by Johnny Cash

This is my main play list which I supplement with other Johnny Cash, depending on how I feel at the time. Sometimes I loop a particular song. When I’m writing I tend to loop Sail. You can blame my son for the nightcore songs. He doesn’t like super slow songs. He even listens to nightcore versions of Johnny Cash (ugh – sacrilege, plus it sounds terrible). I don’t normally listen to Miley, but I like this one (lyric version only – OMG you can’t unsee the other one though) and her Jolene duet with Dolly Parton. Newest find by Johnny is called “One” and was an original by U2 I think. No idea how I never heard that one until now.

Sometimes you just need the guitar and Johnny, and sometimes you need to get your heart beating to Sail and Castle of Glass to feel alive.

If anyone wants to share your favorite song(s), put in the comment section and I’ll give it a shot.

Seriously, though – I’ve been thinking about digging through some old stuff of mine and putting it up here. Poetry, that is. I used to write poetry a lot in high school and college (you can guess the quality level as you like, I won’t be hurt). Some after, but it was always for myself because I never thought anyone would feel the same way I did. Now I know different. And, after reading some of the stuff put up by Woodsy (you gotta check out his poetry, it’s awesome – I’ll add a link at the end), I decided I needed to put up my poetry, even if it’s still just for me. But, if someone, even one person, enjoys it, or it resonates with them, then it will have been worth it.

So, I’m going to add a page for poetry which I promise I will populate with my scribbles soon.

And now the link to Woodsy’s blog – https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com/