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

Katie Reads: Her Daddy and Her Master!

Are you sitting comfortably? I managed to behave myself all week, so I am! I also produced a new Katie Reads video. In this month’s video, I’m reading a spanking scene from Her Daddy and Her Master, my sci-fi ageplay and master/slave romance which came out in January (and came out in paperback earlier this month). I’m currently writing the sequel to Her Daddy and Her Master, which is nearing completion, so if you liked the first one, there’s another one on the way at some point in the coming months!

Here’s the latest Katie Reads video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qrsh4IQjTac

I hope you like it, and if you haven’t seen this already, don’t forget to check out my webcomic, the newest page comes out tomorrow!

Lastly, in case anyone was wondering, Basil’s name should rhyme with “dazzle.”

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

10 Real Life Facts About Her Daddy and Her Master

Here are the facts behind my latest novel Her Daddy and Her Master. I thought I’d do another one of these because the one about Mastered by the Highlanders went down so well.

  1. The bathrooms in Her Daddy and Her Master were inspired by Japanese bathrooms. The Japanese have definitely cornered the market on awesome bathroom design, while in the North of England, where I’m currently at grad school, my house (like, where I live right now) still has an outdoor toilet! It gets full of spiders and I hate cleaning it so very much. The big advantage of the outhouse is when Fed-Ex or Parcel Force have a delivery to make, they can leave it in there if I’m not home. I kinda fell in love with this house when I saw it because it looks a bit like Shrek’s swamp home, which I find endearing. I hope when I come to sell the place, the new owners think that’s a good thing too!
  2. Pombos is based on the industrial north of England during the 20th century. A lot of people think this sort of landscape vanished when 1900 came around, but in the North, the world still looked like this when I was a child, the only difference was there were laws about how much smoke a factory could put out. My stepdad, his parents and his sister all worked in a factory like this when I was growing up. Pombos was particularly inspired by some of LS Lowry’s pictures:
    Coming From The Mill by LS Lowry. Source: Wikimedia Commons (CC BY).
    Coming Home From The Mill by LS Lowry, 1928. Source: Wikimedia Commons (CC BY).

    Returning From Work, LS Lowry, 1929. Source: Wikimedia Commons (CC BY).
    Returning From Work, LS Lowry, 1929. Source: Wikimedia Commons (CC BY).
  3. The Great Gig is inspired by a song on the album The Dark Side of The Moon by Pink Floyd. The full title of the song is The Great Gig in The Sky but in my story, it’s a spaceship, and it sort of goes without saying that it’s in the sky, so I shortened it. A gig is also a type of vehicle, so the whole thing sort of fitted.
  4. The adult baby store was an imagining of what all the online stores for ABDL and ageplay stuff (for example, my favorite ageplay store, Little for Big, or the currently-closed furniture store, Adult Baby Apparels) would look like, if any of them had a physical store. Since the story was set in the future, I tried to think about how things like cribs and sippy cups might have changed in the future, as well as how things might have been inspired by other cultures on different planets.
  5. The Innovation Suites were, of course, inspired by the Holodecks from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
  6. Flin was partly inspired by a very good friend who sadly died unexpectedly back in September. I miss them every day, and I hope they approve.
  7. The belt that Flin fastens around Laila to hold the vibrators inside her during one of her punishments was based on female chastity belts that are available. The way Flin used it on Laila, however, was anything but chaste. There don’t seem be many for sale online at the moment and this one from Lovehoney was the closest I could find. I like to imagine that 300 years into the future, such things will be comfortable and readily available, and that there will be lots of versions to buy.
  8. The balls that Flin puts inside Laila are called Ben Wa balls and you can buy them in most online adult stores. This is an example from Lovehoney.
  9. The way the ship stops is based on my experience as a crew member on yachts and narrowboats. I remember the first time I was moving an engine powered boat, when I was fifteen (how I ended up on a boat that day is a whole different story); I pulled away from the jetty, then I panicked a little, as we headed too fast toward the boats on the other side of the marina. Scared of crashing and sinking, I asked, “Where’s the brakes?” Just in time, the man who owned the boat stepped in and showed me what to do. That was when I learned that boats don’t actually have brakes, you have to put them into reverse to make them stop. It was probably really obvious to the rest of the world, but never mind. I decided that spaceships would probably have to do the same, since they wouldn’t be able to drift to a halt in space.
  10. The tea party (if you haven’t read that far yet, I won’t spoil it for you) was based on The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in Alice in Wonderland.

    The mad hatter's tea party from Disney's version of Lewis Carroll's Alice In Wonderland. Source: Disney wikia.
    The mad hatter’s tea party from Disney’s version of Lewis Carroll’s Alice In Wonderland. Source: Disney Wikia.

Her Daddy and Her Master is out now (click here to read a steamy excerpt), published by Stormy Night Publications, and is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes and more!

A steamy excerpt from Her Daddy and Her Master

Wondering what sort of scorching scenes to expect in Her Daddy and Her Master, my latest book? Here’s an excerpt from about halfway through, when Laila is being punished for not wearing her butt plug every day. It’s not technically an entry for SatSpanks because it’s too long, but this is Saturday, and someone is getting spanked, so you can make up your own mind whether it counts or not:

“Go to the staircase and stand in front of it,” Flin said. Laila turned and walked toward it, feeling Flin’s eyes on her naked bottom. She stopped before the first step, and waited for further instructions.

“Bend over, hold onto the railings,” he ordered. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that he still held the rope. She hated the idea of being restrained.

“Please don’t tie me up.”

“What color are you feeling?” came the response.

“Orange,” she said.

“Then bend over, hold onto the railings,” he reiterated. With a sigh, Laila complied. As she felt him tie her hands to the handrails, she closed her eyes and tried to center herself. This was happening, she told herself, whether she wanted it to happen exactly like this or not. Laila tested whether she could pull free while he wasn’t looking, but even though the rope didn’t feel too tight, he had managed to hold her fast.

A few seconds later, she heard a swooshing sound, then a stick was thrust in front of her.

“Know what this is?” he asked.

“No, master.” She had a fairly good idea that it was going to be used on her bottom, but hoped he would prove her wrong and that it would turn out to be a special hi-tech chocolate summoning stick or something.

“It’s a switch cut from a Telian Whip Tree. On my home planet, a Whip Tree is specially grown near all dwellings, and the sticks are cut from it for one reason; to chastise naughty bottoms.”

There it was, Laila thought. She knew it had been something like that. The chances of it being a stick for summoning chocolate had been too remote.

“Usually, the punishment duration is dictated by the longevity of the stick. When the stick breaks, that’s often the end of the punishment, but it is not unheard of for particularly unrepentant individuals to get up to seven sticks, although seven is the limit due to Telian laws regarding punishments,” Flin said. Laila looked at the stick with a growing sense of horror. “Out here, in space, of course, there’s no such laws. In your case, however, I won’t be breaking any sticks. After all, where would I get another one, this distance off-world? Count fifteen please.”

Laila was surprised by the rapid shift from the geography lesson to her chastisement, and the first stroke caught her unawares.

“Yeeeoooooowwwww!” she shouted, as she strained against the ropes holding her in place. The stick sliced across her bottom and burned.

“That’s not a number, Laila. Back to zero. Count fifteen, please,” Flin seemed totally insensitive to Laila’s pain as a second stroke scored agonizingly into her flesh.

“Owwwwww! O…one!”

He leaned in and pulled her hair as he said, “Don’t forget to address me as master or I’ll add extras.” The following strike was just as bad, bringing tears to her eyes already.

“Two…ooo…oooh, ma…aa…aaster!”

At the next stroke, she was astounded that her pussy twitched, despite the searing pain slicing across her bottom.

“Threeee owwwww m…m…master!” She tried to imagine something nice, to distract herself from the pain, but the only thing that came to mind right then was the feeling of standing too close to a bonfire.

“Fooourrr… maa…aaster!” She began crying, and as Flin continued to strike her unprotected bottom with the switch, her sobs turned to howls as the tears continued to fall.

As they got into the higher numbers, Flin varied his speed, and Laila never knew when to expect the next one, with some happening in short succession and others being minutes apart. They reached fifteen, and Laila went limp in her bindings, still sobbing, hoping Flin would untie her now. Her pussy was soaked and she was barely able to believe that she craved his attentions, despite the pain of her punishment. She gasped as she felt something pressing at the entrance to her back passage.

“What’s that, master?”

“Your butt plug. You’re very wet, my dear.” Flin continued working it into her. She hated the part where it went in. It was the hardest. Until it came back out again, anyway.

 

What happens next? Find out in Her Daddy and Her Master!
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