Mischief Under the Mistletoe is out NOW!

I hope you’re ready for the biggest Christmas spanking anthology of 2017, because it’s here! Not eleven, not twelve, not thirteen, but FOURTEEN authors got together to bring you this AMAZING anthology!

Here’s the 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.

My story is “His Christmas Baby” and it’s about Chloe, a traumatized young lady who is guided through an ageplay journey by her dom, Bradley. Here’s an excerpt:

“C’mon, little bunny, let’s go home and have some Christmas dinner.”

“Can’t we play out a little longer? Please?” Chloe begged.

“All right. But no more hide and seek.”

“That’s fine. TAG! You’re it!” She tapped his arm, shrieked with laughter, and tried to run away, but Bradley caught up with her easily.

“Tag,” he said, then swatted her bottom. She giggled and went after him. Every time she tagged him, he caught up with her and spanked her ass. It was the most fun she’d ever had playing tag. Tired out from all the running, she wasn’t surprised when he barreled into her and she landed face down on the soft ground.

He straddled her body, and swatted her bottom, hard. The sting went straight to her clit, awakening her body and making her nipples harden.

“Tag,” he murmured. “You’re it.”

She wiggled her bottom slightly, touching against his semi-hard cock, and replied, “Tag, you’re it.”

He landed another fiery spank on her ass and her clit throbbed as it tingled with desire.

“Tag,” he said in a dominant, primal growl. She giggled as her pussy clenched.

She flexed one of her arms and managed to touch his foot.

He swatted her ass again, making her moan with need as her core was flooded with glowing sensations and her clit beat in time with her pulse. She tried to raise one of her legs to tag him, but she couldn’t quite reach.

“Do you give up, little girl?” he asked sweetly. She nodded, rubbing her hair in the fallen leaves leftover from autumn. He swatted her bottom again then got off her. He scooped her up in his strong arms, repositioning her so she was cradled by him, and she rested her arms around his strong shoulders.

“I need to take you home and show you what happens to little girls who like to play tag with Daddy’s cock,” he whispered, and she shuddered in anticipation as he carried her the short distance to their home. Never had she felt so protected, so loved, and so turned on, all at the same time. She loved her daddy so much.

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Need it now? There’s also stories by Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Kelly Dawson, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Gracie Malling, Brandy Golden, Shelly Douglas, Jaye Elise, Sheri Lynn, Joelle Casteel, Molly Alvarado, and Kathryn R. Blake! It’s only $0.99 for a few days, then it goes up to $6.99, so get your copy while you can!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078BPBG49

A first look at His Christmas Baby!

Today, I’m super-excited to share with you… my NEXT RELEASE! His Christmas Baby is my story in the 14-book spanking anthology, Mischief Under the Mistletoe, which features 14 fierce festive reads. Here’s the INCREDIBLE anthology cover designed by Allysa Hart:

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s my story about? This is the blurb:

For Chloe, Christmas has always been a time of trauma and sorrow. When her Dom transforms her into his little girl for the 12 days before Christmas, beginning as a baby and getting a year older each day, can he help her overcome the ghost of Christmas past?

And here’s an excerpt for WipItUp Wednesday:

Baby’s Second Christmas

“Morning, morning, little bunny,” Bradley began, “The day is bright and warm and sunny.”

When Chloe opened her eyes, she remembered she was in her crib, where she’d slept last night. Razdar the bear was snuggled up next to her, and last night’s bottle of milk was on its side, half-finished, near the edge of the mattress. She must have fallen asleep before she even drank half of it. The light was shining through the curtains, and when Bradley dropped the side on the cot, Chloe tried to climb straight out.

“Hold your horses, hon; you need to wait for Daddy to get you up,” Bradley said.

“But I can do it myself!” Chloe declared. She was bigger today, right? Didn’t that mean she could get herself up?

“Not today. Today’s your second-ever Christmas. You can crawl around, and you can use single-word sentences, but you’re still in diapers. I’ve got some extra-special surprises for you today, but first I need to check your diaper.” Bradley lifted Chloe up and laid her on her changing mat, where he unfastened the tabs of her diaper. “I’ll just get you changed, princess.”

He rolled up the diaper and got rid of it, then Chloe felt a soothing, cool baby wipe sliding from her clit, along her pussy, and toward her bottom. She wiggled her hips slightly in response to the sensation, and moaned slightly as a sprinkling of baby powder landed on her labia. While she processed these feelings, which still weren’t familiar despite being a baby the day before, Bradley ensconced her in a fresh diaper and carried her downstairs.

When they reached the kitchen, Chloe was surprised that there was now a large high-chair beside the breakfast bar. Bradley lifted her into it and put the tray in place, while Chloe stared around the room in amazement, getting used to this new point of view.

“I’ve got some tasty breakfast here, little one. It’s apple and pear mixed together.” Bradley opened the microwave and pulled out a pink plastic bowl, which he stirred with a matching spoon. Chloe watched the food move around the bowl with fascination.

“Open up for the choo-choo train!” Bradley declared. Chloe found herself opening her mouth and a pink spoon full of food went in. She sucked the food off the spoon and, through habit, started chewing, even though the food was pureed. Chloe was so used to chewing that she often found herself trying to chew smoothies and soups, instead of gulping them down like everyone else. This food was tasty, and she tried to get herself to stop chewing so she could swallow it down quickly as the next spoonful arrived at her lips.

Her daddy kept making train noises and feeding her the tasty breakfast, and Chloe found herself enjoying this meal more than any others she’d eaten recently. Maybe it was something to do with how close Bradley was, or the fact the bowl and spoon were made of pink plastic, or that the food tasted like dessert, but whatever it was, Chloe felt a bit sad when she swallowed down the last spoonful and the bowl was empty.

“All done!” she declared. Bradley nodded encouragingly.

“You did really well, sweetheart. Let’s get you a bottle of juice and you can come into the den and sit on Daddy’s knee while you have a drink.” Bradley put the bowl and spoon straight into the dishwasher and got out a bottle, into which he poured some fresh cherry juice.

“Favorite!” Chloe pointed at the carton of cherry juice.

“I know, princess, that’s why I bought it for you. You can have one bottle of this today, because it’s got a lot of sugar in it, then afterward, I’ve got some blackcurrant juice for you to drink.”

Chloe nodded. She didn’t care about after. She wanted her cherry juice now! Bradley put it in his back pocket, and then he lifted her out of the high-chair easily. He carried her into the den. The Christmas tree looked just as beautiful today as it did yesterday. Chloe reached out for one of the decorations as she passed it, and immediately put it in her mouth to find out what it felt like. When he arranged her on his knee, Bradley noticed and pulled the wooden ornament out of her hands. It came away from her mouth with a little popping sound, and she looked up at him in surprise.

“Toy!”

“Chloe, you’re not allowed to pull things off the tree. And you’re not allowed to put any old thing into your mouth like that, either,” Bradley warned. “If I find you trying to eat anything that isn’t edible again, I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you.” He put the ornament to one side and passed her the bottle of cherry juice. Satisfied with her favorite drink in a spill-proof bottle, Chloe sucked on the teat and tried not to smile too much as her mouth filled with tasty cherry juice. The threat of a spanking was enough to make her behave. Well, until she didn’t behave again, anyway.

Bradley put the TV on, and Chloe was excited to see A Charlie Brown Christmas come on-screen. She pointed and declared, “Snoopy!”

“Yes, it’s Snoopy. Would you like your bear? You could pretend he’s Snoopy if you wanted.” Chloe shook her head; she loved her bear but she wanted snuggles with her daddy right now. “After this, we’re going to open more presents.” Bradley held her to him, and Chloe cuddled up with her daddy while she watched the show.

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Are you as excited as I am? Happy Thanksgiving for tomorrow, and keep a look-out, because a little bird tells me there might be an early pre-order of Mischief Under the Mistletoe!

His Little Earthling in the Top 100 and latest Katie D. Reads Video!

If you’ve seen any of my recent blog posts you’ll know that the only thing on my mind lately has been my new ageplay spanking romance, His Little Earthling! So far, I brought you a bonus spanking scene on Wednesday, a sneak peek excerpt the week before, and a preview the week before that!

With that in mind, then, I’m super-excited to announce that His Little Earthling has hit the Amazon Top 100 for Sci-Fi Romance, and has been cruising in the 64th spot all day!

If you’re still not sure whether you need this in your life, I’ve decided to make His Little Earthling the topic of this month’s Katie Douglas Reads video, in which I am IN MY FREAKING SWIMSUIT BECAUSE IT IS HOT.

I feel so much less bad complaining about the heat when my BFF from South California is here with me, and she’s hating on it too. Because that’s a hot place. And she’s too hot in Britain right now. Last year, we didn’t actually get a summer where I live, and I think this year the country is trying to tempt me to change my mind about immigrating to Asia in August, because I’m moving to the tropics where there is air conditioning and it’s going to be wonderful because I’ll never have to feel cold and gloomy ever again!

So with that in mind, I decided to film this month’s video from my bathtub where I can cool off.

Knock yourselves out (not literally, please):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3oKoqpDWDs

And if you want to see my other videos, you could maybe subscribe to my channel to get notified of new videos JUST LIKE THE ONE ABOVE?? #suggestion.

My channel URL is here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSrssYmcmokYV0Q6A4sMRNQ

Or, if you know you need my book in your life RIGHT NOW, you can find His Little Earthling here on Amazon.

His Little Earthling bestseller

Lots of love, AND ICE CREAM AND AIR CONDITIONING!!
Katie xxxx

Bonus Scene From His Little Earthling!

Hi everyone,

This is my contribution to WipItUp Wednesday, the blog hop where authors share excerpts from their works in progress and newly-published work. Today, I’m sharing a bonus scene from His Little Earthling that I wrote after I finished the rest of the story as I was trying to work on an area of my writing. I imagine this scene happens around a couple of weeks after the end of the story, but there’s no spoilers here. I guess it’s a self-contained short story.

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Sarah twirled her fingers around her hair nervously as she walked out of the school’s main entrance. The white note pinned to her jacket was conspicuous in her peripheral vision, and warmth rushed to her cheeks as she saw Ral waiting for her on the pavement. The one day he arrived on time to collect her had to be today.

She saw his smile fall as his eyes landed on the note pinned to her uniform, and her tummy flip-flopped with butterflies. If only she could make it disappear, but she knew that Miss Juniper, the art teacher, only wrote the note as extra humiliation. She would have already sent a message to Ral’s tablet, telling him exactly what Sarah had done. Destroying the note would probably only get Sarah into more trouble.

Sarah’s feet didn’t want to move very fast toward Ral, but eventually she was standing right in front of him and could avoid her fate no longer.

He shook his head in disbelief. “A note? You have a note pinned to your uniform? Who even wastes paper on that?”

Sarah could only stare at the pavement as she floundered for an explanation.

Ral lifted the note slightly to read it, and his expression darkened. “Throwing red paint over Laila… what were you thinking? She’s one of your best friends! Wait until we get home, young lady,” Ral said in a low voice. She hoped they could leave before Laila’s daddy or master showed up to collect her. The idea of being punished by one of them, as well as Ral, was unthinkable.

He practically dragged her down the street to their new apartment and once they got inside, he locked the door behind them. Sarah put her books down on the coffee table and looked at him, anxious to explain her side of the story.

“Laila was mean! She painted a picture of her, Riela and me, and she made me look like an elephant!”

“That doesn’t sound like something she would do. What was the assignment?” Ral asked.

“To trace a photo from our tablet screens onto tracing paper, then to turn that into a painting.”

“She copied a photo and you got mad enough to throw paint at her?” Ral repeated in disbelief. Sarah flushed red and tears filled her eyes as she realized that she’d overreacted.

“She didn’t have to do such an… accurate job! Miss Juniper saw it and told her how good it was, how realistic, and then she called the entire class around to see it, and they were all telling Laila how true to life it looked. It’s not fair! I don’t want to know how fat everyone thinks I am!” She began to cry. He folded his arms.

“Young lady, I have told you before, you are not allowed to say mean things about yourself. I love your shape and size and I wish you did, too. I never thought I would have to make a rule that explicitly banned you from covering your friends in paint, but apparently I do. You behaved deplorably today, and if Flin and Basil want to punish you themselves I won’t stand in the way.”

“Please, Daddy, no, don’t let them, you mustn’t…” Sarah couldn’t bear the idea of anyone else spanking her. It was bad enough that the teachers were allowed to cane her at school.

“Do I need to gag you? Do you even know if that paint is going to wash out of Laila’s uniform? Or, will I have to pay to replace it because of your behavior? Take your panties down and bend over the ironing board.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Sarah reached under her short, pleated school skirt and slid her white cotton panties down, then stepped out of them and placed them in the laundry pile. Hesitantly, she walked to the ironing board, feeling the air against her sex as she moved. She bent over it, knowing this was going to be bad. All things considered, she wished she’d never looked at Laila’s drawing, let alone dumped a cup of crimson paint over her head.

Ral ran a hand from the top of her knee-high socks to the place where her skirt began, making Sarah quiver in anticipation. His touch made her skin tingle and she sighed inadvertently. He gently turned her skirt back and Sarah’s breath hitched in her throat.

There was a split-second where Sarah wondered if he was going to use the dreaded wooden spoon or his hand.

His palm landed on her bottom, hard, with a loud crack, and the room resounded with it. Inside her bottom, the instant sting exploded and she gasped as the force slammed her body against the ironing board.

“You turned Laila’s hair, face and shirt red. I’m going to turn your bottom red, little girl.” He brought his hand down on her other cheek with the same amount of force, and her skin burned where he spanked her. He landed swats evenly across her cheeks at a fast pace, and Sarah gripped the ironing board tightly as she wished she’d never picked up a paint pot today. He swatted both cheeks at the same time as his large hand caught her sit-spot, and the sting seemed to echo all around her bottom hole as he did it again.

Soon, Sarah was crying as the burning reached a crescendo and started to make her nipples harden. It hurt so much, but at the same time, her core was coming alive as the pain turned into a heat that pooled within her.

Under Ral’s measured punishment, Sarah’s nerve endings glowed and she wiggled to try and get the sting out, as it built up to an angry burn throughout her bottom cheeks that accompanied a pang of desire. She wanted him to take her, now, over the ironing board, so she could explode again and again on his large cock. Each new swat filled her with more need, even as her bottom felt like it was about to ignite.

Her tears of regret and sorrow mingled with her arousal, and soon it was all she could do to try and stay in position.

At long last, he stopped, and Sarah caught her breath over the ironing board. Embarrassingly, her pussy was soaked.

“Now, little lady, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to—” She stopped mid-sentence as Ral cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. “Okay, I did mean to throw it over her, but I shouldn’t have done it.”

“No, you shouldn’t. You will call her and apologize once your chastisement is over. Next, however, I’m going to punish your bottom hole.”

“Oh, please, Daddy, no. I’ll never do it again.” Sarah’s eyes widened as she remembered the last time he had punished her bottom hole, and she flushed with shame at the memory.

“You committed the crime, now you do the time,” he told her in a stern voice. He went away for a moment, and when he returned, he held a large butt plug in front of her face, then walked around behind her and put a steadying hand on her lower back.

“This is going to stay in your bottom hole until I decide otherwise. If you take it out without permission, I’ll find something worse to put in there.”

“I won’t touch it, Daddy,” Sarah said quickly, even though she didn’t even know if such a large plug would fit. She felt him press it against her bottom, slick with lubricant, as it opened her bottom hole up widely.

“Bear down on it and let it in,” he coached her. She tried her best, but it seemed to take forever anyway, and every inch that it went inside seemed to stretch her wider.

Once it was finally in, her bottom closed around the stem and Ral patted the base, making Sarah whimper. Sensing her discomfort, Ral swatted her haunches, once on each cheek, setting the plug painfully in motion for a moment, reminding her that this punishment could always get worse.

Deep inside her rear channel, however, the plug ignited her nerves and filled her body with tingles, intensifying her need for release. She wished she could rub herself on something until she came, to relieve the pressure building within her as her clit throbbed persistently.

“Next time you empty a paint pot, it’s gonna be on an artwork or down a drain. Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.”

“Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.” Dazed and still sniffling, Sarah trudged to the correct corner and clasped her hands behind her back, pressing her nose against the wall, where the flames in her bottom were overtaken by the strong need to feel him inside her.

The plug remained in her bottom forever, announcing its presence with a dull ache, and she couldn’t distract herself for long from the fact there was a large lump of plastic in her ass. At the same time, her clit was still begging for a climax, but in her current position, she couldn’t do anything about that. As she tried to remain still, the plug became sore and it was all she could do not to just drag it out and throw it on the floor. Convinced that she would never be mean to her best friend again, Sarah tried to think about how she would apologize to Laila, and by the time Ral called her back to him, she was walking very carefully, trying not to incite the unyielding plug into any further soreness.

“You will keep the plug in while you call Laila and apologize.”

“But she’ll know when she sees me! I don’t know how, but she’ll know!” Sarah protested.

“You should have thought about that before you covered her in paint.” Ral was unyielding. He handed Sarah her tablet and waited for her to send a call to Laila. When Laila’s 3D image appeared in front of the tablet, Sarah flinched then stared at the floor.

“I’m s’posed to apologize,” Sarah said, as warmth flooded her face and tears of shame prickled her eyes.

“It’s okay. It washed out,” Laila said, as though such things were normal and expected.

“I’m still sorry I did it. I just couldn’t stand seeing how everyone else saw me. But it’s not your fault.”

“I’m sorry too. I should have asked you before using that photo in our art class, I had so many pictures of pretty flowers, or maybe Arctic foxes, or teppalas. I could have used any of those instead without hurting your feelings. I know I can be really annoying and stupid, but can you forgive me?” It was just like Laila to apologize when someone else threw paint over her. Sarah felt a rush of emotion for her friend as she realized that anyone else would probably never speak to her again for exploding like that, but since Laila did stuff like that on a regular basis, she understood.

Sarah started crying, then Laila did, and Sarah shook her head fervently.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset, but even when I did, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. And you’re not annoying or stupid,” Sarah said, then she cringed slightly as the plug in her ass started to gnaw at her insides. Laila raised an eyebrow suspiciously, and Sarah was sure she knew why she’d flinched, but Laila said nothing.

Once the call was over, Sarah turned to face Ral.

“All right, little one. You’ve taken your punishment well, and you’ve made up with your friend. I forgive you. Bend over, and I’ll take the plug out.”

“Oh, thank fuck for that!” Sarah declared, then clapped her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, I meant to say, thank-you, Daddy,”

He shook his head but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“You’re not allowed to swear, young lady, you know that. For your pottymouth, you can keep the plug in for an extra five minutes. Get your nose back in that corner.”

Sarah’s clit demanded attention and her nipples felt so sensitive as they pressed against her bra. It always turned her on when Ral asserted his dominance over her. Still, she gave him a resigned sigh as she nodded and returned to the corner. Five more minutes of this evil plug was a horrible prospect. All the same, wetness trickled from her sadistic pussy as she touched her nose against the wall again. Her bottom ached inside and out, reminding her that she was completely under Ral’s control.

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You can get His Little Earthling here.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Father’s day or Daddy’s day?

Hi all,

So my book is out now, and while I was making my book adverts, I got an email from LittleForBig, my favorite online store that makes apparel for ABDLs and littles. I love their products! This email has unexpectedly changed my outlook on life (so get ready… although it probably won’t change yours).

Anyway, all week I’ve been getting these promotional emails from companies wanting to flog father’s day at me. I live in England, but I live most of my online existence on American sites, so I get this twice a year (heaven forbid they synch holidays), for about two weeks each time. Add two mother’s days, and that’s about eight weeks of the year where I get it rubbed in my face that my parents are dead. That’s if we don’t count Christmas, which has its associated traumas (I’m not being dramatic; I have PTSD). That’s eight weeks of the year where I’m unnecessarily and starkly reminded of the life I never got to live.

So, usually, when anything is emblazoned with the word “father’s” beside the word “day” I either delete it, unread, if it’s an email, or I click “hide advert” or “hide post” on social media. There are entire aisles of the supermarket to avoid, too.

Why, then, did I open an email marked, “daddy’s day” without knowing what it was? First, it was from LittleForBig and I couldn’t imagine them trying to sell people adult baby regalia for their *actual* fathers. Second, I was intrigued by the wording of the subject line.

It was pure genius. I’ve opened some great emails this week but I think this one wins out (I’ve since discovered that Daddy’s Day is a Thing… but I didn’t know).

You see, before today, I always thought father’s day was only for people with actual parents who did family things. It never occurred to me that this day (or days) could be taken for those of us in a consenting, adult relationship with a grownup.

I’ve said before that I’m moving to Asia soon. When I do, British father’s day will no longer be something I have to think about, but, unless I quit being on the Internet, American father’s day will be there, still.

So, I’m sorry if this offends any of you. And, I am aware that most people have parents, and use these holidays to honor and respect them, but I don’t, so I LOVE that this is a thing.

Apparently, it took a mass-distributed newsletter promo email to show me that this day can be celebrated by ageplaying orphans, too. My Daddy does a lot of stuff that, rightly, would be the job of my actual parents.

Whenever I have a disaster and I’m away from home, he is always on the other end of the phone. So much so that I’ve been in BIG trouble before for not answering when he calls. Remember how I said about my second worst spanking of the year (yep, that’s a link to my only first-hand spanking account)? The first worst spanking this year was for hanging up the phone on my Daddy. Three times. In quick succession. Then I turned my phone off for an hour. I don’t know that I’ll ever feel like writing about that as a real-life account, although it’s partly made its way into one of my books.

He also sets boundaries, buys me little treats, sends me nice thoughts, and encourages me when I’m scared. He is patient when I am crying (again) about something I did or forgot to do or tried to do (badly), he is usually a little less patient when I’m spitting sparks about something, and he is always there when I’ve burnt my hand on the oven or been scratched by a rabbit or when I’m over-tired and cranky.  So I think it’s only right that he gets the appreciation that he deserves on this special day.

And that’s why I am borrowing this holiday, claiming it for all the littles, and celebrating it with my book release.

Happy Daddy’s Day!

His Little Earthling Daddys Day his little earthling katie douglas sci-fi spanking romance,

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

An exciting week ahead!

Hey all, so I have a very exciting week planned, including a $0.99 sale on Her Daddy and Her Master (starts Monday June 12th, 8:00am PST), an AMAZING snippet of my new book His Little Earthling for WipItUp Wednesday (in case you missed it, here’s my last snippet, from Wednesday June 7th), and the week culminates with a book release on Saturday June 17th for His Little Earthling! I can’t wait to share it with you all! So maybe when it comes out, you could have a gander? #justsaying 😀

Her Daddy and Her Master and His Little Earthling are both published by Stormy Night Publications.

Also, do you like my promo advert? I made it myself! It definitely pushed the limits of my knowledge of making adverts. I think this one’s come out so much better than I expected, but if anyone has any tips please do let me know; I’m still quite new to all this graphic design stuff.

Also, for legal reasons to do with where I live, I’m having to take down my webcomic for the time being, but rest assured, it WILL be back.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Reviews: Spanking Books I Read In May

So I thought today that I would write a review of all the spanking stories I read in May, since it’s the start of June now. It should go without saying that all three of these books had really, really hot sex and spanking scenes, so I’m not going to keep repeating that for each book! Last month, I read the following books:

Her Rancher Daddy by Shelly Douglas:
I loved the suspense aspect of this story. It was actually two romance stories about two sisters and two brothers, and that gave the story more depth and possibilities than a straightforward one-on-one story. I especially liked that both women were independent go-getting career women and the men were both capable ranchers.

It was one of those sort of ageplay stories that’s more focussed on the spanking and romance aspects rather than the playtimes and coloring books, and sometimes I don’t get on well with those, but in this one, I really liked that. If you’ve never read anything by Shelly Douglas, they write a bit like Normandie Alleman but with suspense that always keeps me guessing right until the end about how it’s all going to turn out.

Because it’s a suspense, it’s really hard to review this one without spoilering it but honestly, I really LOVED the way the storylines were resolved and the bad-guy plot was especially satisfying. I would be hard pressed to think of any other spanking author who uses plot tension the same way, making this book a real page-turner, and since I really love romantic suspense (e.g. Jayne Krentz) I liked that added dimension to this book, as much as I liked it in Their Strict Daddies.

His Little Captive by Meredith O’Reilly:
This was so sweet! Lilly lost her parents at a very young age and as a result she missed out on a whole lot of life experiences. She has been taken into a special government program to remedy that. Initially, she’s not thrilled at the idea.

Throughout the story, it’s clear that Lilly has a lot of things to overcome, and I did like the way anxiety was handled in this story, which showed how anxiety affected her daily life. Sometimes people throw in common mental health issues to try and be relevant, but I didn’t feel like that was the case here; it fit the character and it also made the plot work really well, because suddenly Lilly’s daddy had a lot more work cut out for him to help her overcome her problems, but without her being overly argumentative. I would struggle to think of another story that’s gone in this direction with the characters.

This story was very romantic and it was easy to see the two characters getting together because they were perfect for one another, so I was rooting for them from the very start. The setting was an island full of mommies, daddies and littles, which gave the story a Little Haven vibe, so if, like me, you’re missing Little Haven, this story is for you!

Daddies Take Control by Kelly Dawson:
I read Daddy Takes the Reins and reviewed it when it came out, which was the story of Bianca and Clay. One thing I particularly liked about that book is that the main character had Tourette’s and Kelly wrote about it really well. Not only that, but some of the issues of living with a condition like that were explored, such as how damn hard it is to find/keep a job despite your best efforts (1000% relatable), so when I heard Daddies Take Control was a sort of sequel with some of the original characters, I got it straight away!

Daddies Take Control tells the story of Jen, Cody and Luke. You might remember Cody and Luke are Clay’s brothers. I don’t think we met Jen before, but that’s okay, you’ll get to know her really fast because all the characters really come alive in this story.

I really liked the western romance ageplay aspect, and I especially liked the fact that Jen was an accomplished jockey before her whole life went very wrong, and while Cody and Luke definitely rescued her, she was still an independent woman who made her own thoughts and feelings very clear all through the story. That, of course, meant that she earned herself a lot of spankings!

Have you read any good books lately?

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Laila gets spanked at the zoo in Her Daddy and Her Master

So I thought I’d join in the WIP It Up Wednesday blog hop this week, which is my first ever blog hop! Big thanks to Meredith O’Reilly for helping me figure out how to join in! Today, Laila gets spanked at the zoo in this excerpt from Her Daddy and Her Master. The sequel is coming out soon, and Her Daddy and Her Master just came out on Kindle Unlimited so this is a great time to read it!

The petting zoo was just opening as they arrived, and Basil held Laila’s hand as she pulled towards the entrance.

“Hold your horses, little lady, we’ve gotta buy the tickets first!”

“But daddy I need to see the animals!  What if a bird comes and they all run away and the petting zoo closes and we never get to see them?”

“That’s very unlikely, sweetheart.”  He steered her towards the ticket booth.  “Hi, one adult and one Laila… sorry, two adults please.”

“Sure.”  The clerk was unphased by Basil’s slip-up and he somehow managed to hold onto Laila while he paid.  They went through the turnstile and Basil unfolded the map he’d been given at the ticket booth.

“We’re over here, and that’s where we’re headed.  Would you like an ice-cream before you see the Arctic Foxes?”  Basil folded the map away and put it in his pocket.

“What’s ice cream?”

“It’s a dessert that’s sort of like the frosting on the top of cupcakes… only colder,” Basil explained.  “Want to try one?”

“Yes please, that sounds tasty!”

Basil bought Laila an ice cream from a vendor and handed it to her.  He watched her lick it, then her eyes lit up.

“This is tastylicious!”  She licked it again, seemingly content with her new food.

“Make sure you look where you’re going so you don’t trip and drop it,” Basil warned, as he saw one of her shoes scrape the uneven edge of a paving slab.

“I will.  C’mon we have to see the foxes!”  She ran ahead, and was still looking down at her ice-cream when she tripped and fell.  Basil sighed.

“Are you hurt?”  He asked, and she shook her head then sat up.  Then looked down.

Basil followed her gaze.  The ice cream had splattered on the floor, the cone was cracked, and Basil was about to tell Laila he would buy her another one, but he never got a chance because she burst into tears.

“My ice cream!”  she wailed, crying her little heart out.  Basil tried to comfort her but she lashed out at him and kicked her feet against the floor.

“You made me drop it!”  she accused, still crying and kicking.

“Laila, calm down, it’s only an ice cream,” Basil said, but she wasn’t listening.

“I want my ice cream!”  she shouted, drawing the attention of several passers-by.  They didn’t look for long – this was not uncommon on Minos Kerala.

“That’s it young lady, you’re coming with me.”  In a swift motion, Basil lifted her over one shoulder and walked towards the sign for the public conveniences.  In the block of unisex toilets, there was also a little door marked ‘discipline room’ and the sign above the handle showed it was vacant.

He carried her inside and locked the door behind them.  He sat down, threw her over his knee and flipped back the hem of her skirt, then put one hand on her sit spot and paused.

“Do you know why you’re getting a spanking?” he asked.

“Because you’re mean!”  Laila replied, her voice slightly muffled.  “You’re the meanest mean of all the mean-means!”

Basil could only guess what conclusions Laila was jumping to.

“I’ll scream so loud they’ll break the door down and stop you!”  she challenged, still upturned on his knee.

“I don’t think you understand where you are.  Perhaps you didn’t try to read the sign on the door.”  Basil paused to let that unnerve her slightly.  “You’re in a discipline room.  That’s a special room for dominants, daddies or masters to be able to punish their submissives, littles, slaves or whatnot.”  He paused again.  He wanted to be sure she fully knew what was happening.  “You’ll notice the paddle and crop hanging on the wall next to that cane.  Disciplining a naughty bottom is viewed as just as necessary as going to the toilet or eating around here.  Scream as much as you like.  Nobody will intervene.”

“I hate you!”  Laila snarled, trying to kick free.

“You don’t mean that.”  Basil let it wash over him.  As much as he disliked her behavior, he knew full well that this ongoing tantrum was actually a good (if unwanted) sign; Laila felt safe enough to test the boundaries.  Now it was his job to enforce them, so she knew he would always catch her.  “I am going to spank you now because your behavior today has been unacceptable.  After I’ve decided you have learnt the lesson, you will be forgiven.  I know you dropped your ice cream but you didn’t even give me a chance to make it better by buying you another, you just threw a tantrum.”

“I didn’t throw a tantrum!  I was sad about my ice cream!” she shouted, trying to wriggle free.

Basil ignored her, reflecting that this was his least favorite part of being a daddy, although he knew it was very important.  He cupped his hand slightly as he brought it down, making contact with Laila’s cheeks and noticing how the blow sent very faint ripples through her sit spot.  She yelped, although he knew for a fact it hadn’t been a hard swat.  He added another one, then kept going, making sure to use a steady pace so she didn’t have a chance to get a handle on the situation.  Once she had settled down a little, she stopped struggling, and Basil got a chance to think about how they’d got to this point.

He preferred to use the least amount of spanking necessary, although now he reflected that he had been a bit lax since they arrived on Minos Kerala.  The state of Laila’s room should have been his first clue, he thought.  It wouldn’t surprise him if the Lost City of Atlantis – that was later found again, having re-located to a pseudo-planet in the Metafysikos system, shortly before it was lost forever during the un-terraforming wars – was hiding under a pile of her laundry.

He added a couple of sharp smacks to her sit spot, thinking that he should’ve spent more time with her after they arrived on the planet.  Was it so much to expect Flin to help out with keeping Laila on the straight and narrow?  Basil decided to talk to Flin as soon as he next saw him.  Laila was turning into a handful, and she was going to need consistency.  Basil kept spanking Laila’s bottom, as it went from pale pink to a deeper shade of rose, and she seemed to be just accepting that this was happening now.  She was still kicking, of course, but he figured it was some sort of reflex rather than a desire to escape.

“Please, daddy, I’m sorry.” she said at length, and Basil knew she’d held out as long as she could before saying it.

“Thank-you for apologizing, Laila, I will accept your apology once the spanking is over.” he said, feeling resolute that he was going to make sure his little girl didn’t become a spoiled brat.  His hand was starting to get warm, and Laila’s attitude seemed to have improved so he gave her a few more spanks then released her.

That would have been the end of it, had Laila not said, “I still think you’re being mean.”

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Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A Little Picnic

A couple of weeks ago I didn’t really feel like eating lunch, and I couldn’t decide what to have. I was heading for grumpytown when my grownup intervened and told me to have a sandwich. I didn’t feel like having a sandwich, and I really didn’t feel like buttering bread, but then I had an idea.

First, I went upstairs and brushed my hair into two pigtails, and added some fun bow clips I found recently for 40p per pair at Home Bargains. Then I put on my babygrow and got my grownup to fasten the poppers. I’m usually about 4-6 when we play, but sometimes I go a bit younger. I’ve never quite gotten the hang of the whole total dependence thing though.

I went to the special storage above the stairs, where my stuffies are kept (sadly, they don’t all fit in our bed or on the sofa), and I picked out a few of my favorites (does anyone else get a bit sad about the toys that get left out of regular use or is it me?) then I got my favorite blankie which I spread on the floor, and I made a tray of food and had a teddy bear’s picnic in the living room. It was so much fun!

Here are some photos:

Picnic with my favorite toys ageplay alg littles daddy dom
This was my picnic. There was healthy banana and grapes, and there was orange juice in my sippy cup, and there was Vegemite in my sandwich (it’s this Australian spread stuff).
Picnic with my favorite toys ageplay alg littles daddy
Another view of my picnic. The toys (clockwise, starting with the purple one on the left) are called: BigPon, PonPon, Kermit, Flessent, Rainbow, Misty and Winnie the Pooh.
Picnic with my favorite toys ageplay alg littles daddy dom
Feeding PonPon, one of my big purple unicorns. He needs his orange juice too!
Picnic with my favorite toys ageplay alg littles daddy dom
Rainbow also wanted some orange juice, although she didn’t really need it since she already has lots of orange in her mane and tail.

Can you tell how much I like unicorns? Once I ate all my food, I put the tray away but my toys stayed out for the rest of the day because I wasn’t quite ready to say bye to them yet.

One day, I’d like to have a picnic like this outside on a summery day. Maybe if we ever own acres and acres of land where we can put up lots of high fences.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

10 Party Games For Ageplayers

Birthday party? Christmas party? October twenty-eighth party? Every day can be a party day when you’re little! But, supposing you’re planning a party for your little one… what party games should there be? This list might not suit every ageplayer of every age, but anyone who plays between age 3-8 will surely find something they’d like to do on this list (keep scrolling to find the rules)!

10 ageplay party games

  1. Pass the parcel:
    This game is best for: Groups of at least 3 party guests.
    Preparation for grownups: Wrap up a little present, e.g. a chocolate bar or a keychain, then put another present on top of that present, and wrap them up together, so when someone opens the first layer of wrapping paper, they get a present, and when someone else opens the next layer, they get a different present, and so on. Wrap one extra layer with another present inside for each guest coming to the party (if someone can’t make it at the last minute, someone who DOES turn up will get 2 presents). It’s better to have too many presents than not enough!
    How to run the game: Get all the littles to sit in a circle. Put some music on, and hand the present to one of the littles. They have to pass the present around the circle (they’re not allowed to hold on to it for too long). When the music stops, whoever is holding the present at the time gets to unwrap one layer of wrapping paper, and they get a present. As the grownup, you are in control of the music, so it’s up to you to make sure each little gets a present!
  2. Musical chairs:
    This game is best for: Littles who ageplay at 5 or under.
    Preparation for grownups: You’ll need one chair for every little. If you don’t have these, consider playing musical statues (below) instead.
    How to run the game: Put all the chairs in the middle of the room, usually back-to-back, so everyone can walk around them. Put some music on. The littles have to form an orderly line and walk around the chairs. When the music stops, they have to sit down as quickly as possible. The last person to sit down is “out”, and each round, one chair is removed. Then the music starts again and they walk around the chairs again, doing the same thing each time the music stops. This game is better for younger littles (under 5s) whereas musical statues works better for older littles.
  3. Musical statues:
    This game is best for: Littles who ageplay at 5 or older.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: Ask the littles to clear the space in the room so everyone can walk around the floor. Then put some music on. All the littles have to walk around the room (or hop, or skip) but when the music stops, they have to strike a pose and stand as still as a statue! The last person to stand still gets eliminated each time, and so does anyone who moves, giggles or who forgets to strike a pose. The last person standing gets a prize.
  4. Gift Hunt:
    This game is best for: Parties of fewer than five guests.
    Preparation for grownups: Hide gifts (several for each guest) around the room or rooms where the party will take place. Remember to put them in places where they won’t be spotted until the littles are playing this game (or, if you have another grownup to help, hide the presents while the littles are all distracted with another game). If they’re in gift wrap, then the littles will be able to find them more easily because otherwise they might not know what they’re looking for.
    How to run the game: Ask the littles to line up at one side of the room, and tell them there are presents hidden around the room (you could even give them a basket or a bag to collect the presents). They have to search for the presents until they’ve found them all (you can, of course, give them directions if they really can’t find them).
  5. Daddy says:
    This game is best for: Littles who can follow simple instructions.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: The littles should all be sitting down in a group. Explain to them that they have to do things when you say “Daddy says”, but not if you don’t say that. So, for example, if you say, “Daddy says… touch your nose” they should touch their noses, but if you just say, “touch your nose” they should not (because you didn’t say “Daddy says” at the start). If any littles don’t do something Daddy says, or they do something that didn’t start with “Daddy says,” they’re “out” of the game and the last little wins (this game can go on, especially with littles who are good at following instructions). Remember that at the end of the game, “Daddy says… that’s the end of the game!” This game can work with one little or lots of littles, and is also fun for obedience training.
  6. Stuck in the mud:
    This game is best for: Littles who have too much energy! You need at least 3 players.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: One person is “it” and they have to chase the other littles and tag them. If a little gets tagged, they are “stuck in the mud” which means they have to stand with their legs apart and their arms wide (legs need to be wide enough that someone can crawl through them). If the person who is “it” gets every other player “stuck in the mud,” they win, and the last person they tagged gets to be “it” next. But… the other players can “rescue” the players who are “stuck in the mud” at any time during the game, by crawling between their legs to get rid of the mud (logical). Unless you have a very small group, it is unlikely that “it” will win, so decide how long you want the littles to run around for, because this game will keep going forever if you don’t decide to do something else at some point.
  7. Letters in your name:
    This game is best for: Littles with self-discipline.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: All the littles line up against one side of the room. You call out a letter and if anyone has that letter in their name, they take a step for each time it comes up (e.g. if you said “N,” Nile would take one step and Anne would take two steps). It’s up to you whether they’re allowed to include first, last and middle names (this can lead to some people mysteriously telling you they have middle names that would win at Scrabble). The first person who makes it across the room wins a prize.
  8. The box game:
    This game is best for: Flexible littles.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: Put a cardboard box (cereal boxes work well) on the floor so all the littles stand around it. Taking turns, each little has to pick up the box without using their hands. Only their feet may touch the floor! But each time someone picks up the box, you must tear some of the card off the top so the box gets smaller each time.
  9. Chinese Whispers:
    This game is best for: Everyone!
    How to run the game: The grownup thinks of a phrase or sentence (a song lyric also works, but make sure it’s not too long. “This is how we do” is about the perfect length. The littles all sit in a circle, then the grownup whispers the phrase to the first little, who has to repeat it to the person next to them (in a whisper), and it goes around the entire circle until the very last person has to tell the group what the phrase was. Usually by the end, even in a small group, the phrase has changed so much that it’s funny.
  10. Sardines:
    This game is best for: Groups of 3 or more.
    How to run the game: It’s sort of like back-to-front hide and seek. One person gets a headstart and they have to go and hide. Everyone else has to look for them, only when someone finds them, they have to stay with them (so eventually, everyone’s jammed in the same place… like sardines). The game ends when the last person finds everyone.

What’s your favorite party game? Let me know in the comments! And if you liked this Top 10 list, check out 10 things littles can do on long car rides!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx