Serving the Immortals is out now!

My latest sizzling-hot spanking novel is out today and it’s completely different to anything I’ve written before!
Yearning for some girl-on-girl(-on-girl) action with the same feel as a M/F or M/M/F erotic spanking romance? It’s here at last.

Serving the Immortals is a story about a girl who gets tangled up in the dark underworld of vampires in Central Europe. Sabine Fischer has been searching her entire life for meaning, substance, or the thing that would make her feel complete.
Then, not one, but TWO hot female vampires come along and sweep her off her feet.

This is the exact book I wish had existed eight or nine years ago (you remember; when a person could still browse the entire back catalog of Literotica in a quiet afternoon… that would probably take weeks or months nowadays) when I first discovered that the internet was full of sexy stories about lesbians, about vampires and about spanking… but none of it seemed to be in the same story! #thereifixedit.

So, if your thing is lesbian BDSM vampires who like spanking, dressing up in maid costumes, hanging out in dramatic European locations and fighting the patriarchy (and kicking cardboardy vampire tropes in the face), you’re gonna love this one.

If not… you’ll have to wait until my next book comes out. #sorrynotsorry #thereisaidit

Want to know what happens in this story? Here’s the blurb:

Sabine Fischer’s life is changed forever the moment she sets eyes on Monique Araignée. The beautiful, mysterious woman is unlike anyone Sabine has ever met, and she cannot help obsessing over her. But when she takes her curiosity too far, Sabine ends up over the tall, stern woman’s knee for a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking.

Though the encounter initially leaves her confused and unfulfilled, after Sabine is visited in the night and thoroughly dominated by Monique’s servant, Hannah, she learns that the two women are vampires and that from now on she will be expected to serve them.

Sabine quickly finds herself drawn irrevocably into a dangerous yet exciting new world, and surrendering to Monique and Hannah’s skillful mastery of her body brings her more pleasure than she would have ever thought possible. But when another powerful vampire seeks to harm Sabine, will her mistresses be ready to do whatever is necessary to keep her safe?

Publisher’s Note: Serving the Immortals includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And here is the tantalizing cover art from the extremely talented Korey Mae Johnson:
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Serving the Immortals is available now on Amazon, published by Stormy Night Publications.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Katie answers some spam comments (and book announcement)

I get literally dozens of these comments every day; I’m not sure why, but one blog post in particular seems to get most of the comments. Bizarre. I can tell if they’re spam because the link doesn’t match the email address and the name is usually not filled out with a name; it’s been given a spammy headline instead, like “Get Cheap Bobble Hats Here” (sadly, they’re never, “Get Cheap Canes Here”). Then there is the content of these comments. They’re irrelevant, they’re often senseless, and almost always written in broken English. So here is a miniature hall of shame for some of the silliest ones (and at the bottom, there’s a HUGE announcement about my next book). To view each comment more clearly, zoom in with the buttons “ctrl +” and zoom out by pressing “ctrl -” or zoom out by clicking the magnifying glass in the top right of the screen when you’re zoomed in.

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dear ade replies to spam wendys burn

Dear Ade (may I call you Ade? I mean it’s usually short for Adrian but in your case it seemed appropriate),
Thank you for making me aware that you have compiled a listing of the highest rated and hottest trainers. Do you mean the footwear (i.e. sneakers) or a list of people like the lady at the gym, who yells at me to do more stomach crunches? Would love to hear more,
Katie xxxx

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dear seaside spammy comment burn

Dear S.R.,
I’d like to make you aware that in the last 30 days you have posted at least 17 times. Unfortunately, the comments you have written are both nonsensical and off-topic; additionally I suspect that your contact emails are a fake. Does anyone have 17 different email addresses? I think not. So far, your emails have claimed to be from Wilhelmina, Jeremy, Lester, Jeannine, Greta, Fae, Celeste, Lara, Marisa, Oliver, Hollie, Alberto, Shavonne, Octavia, Brittny and Madeleine. Some of you either have dreadfully unfortunate parentage, or you appear incapable of spelling your own names. I would make you all stand in the corner, but I’d need a room the shape of a dodecahedron to fit you all in.
Please do watch out for brussels.
Katie xxxx
P.S. Here are some examples of your comments:

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Dear Message,
Thank-you so much for your comment. I’m assuming you’re human, although robot is a possibility. Your name and website URL imply that you want to write Valentine’s messages for people. I think your time would be better spent learning to write sentences that make sense, and which are relevant to the post on which you are commenting. Furthermore, this is 10 days late for Valentine’s day. I am curious as to who Nicholas S. is, who “she” is (is “she” Nicholas S?), and where on my entire website you found a guide to anything at all.
Katie xxxx

dear supervisor comment burn replying to stupid comments

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Dear Yeezys,
Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Shopping bodily sounds ghastly, like some sort of strange world where unclothed torsos are wandering around with nowhere to put their credit card. I think I’d much rather go to a mall.
Katie xxxx

dear yeezys answering silly comments burn

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Dear Curry,
Thank you for your comment. Please do not put curry in your footwear. The stains will never come out.
Katie xxxx

dear curry stupid spammy comments burn

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Dear August,
I’m so glad your workfellow purchased you dinner as a result of my article. Please do let me know how his analysis went. I’d love to see a Chi-squared of spanking literature.
Katie xxxx

dear august spam sick burn troll comments

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And then there’s the ones that don’t make any sense no matter which way you stare at them:

dear three stooges spammy reply comments trolling burn

Dear The Three Stooges,
I would like to make you aware that this is a spanking blog. You want a gobbledegook blog. Here’s one: http://blog-o-nonsense.blogspot.co.uk/
Knock yourself out. Literally.
Katie xxxx

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dear forieng language spam trolls get burned

Dear Fietskadertop,
If you understood enough of my blog post to feel moved to comment, you are capable of doing so in English.
Katie xxxx

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In other news, Her Vampire Mistresses, a girl-on-girl-on-girl three way erotic spanking romance, is out next Friday! It’s time to put your Kindle in the deep freeze for a week because this one is smoking hot! It’s set against a backdrop of stunning European scenery such as the city of Prague, a ruined castle in the south of France and a mountain chateau in Switzerland. I’m sure you’re going to adore it.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

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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