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Read my pretty explicit thoughts about spanking and sex (and why they go hand in hand, so to speak), over at Lust Bites, and comment for your chance to win a copy of Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2

Also, still confirming, but looks like I just may be reading at Litquake and taking a little October SF trip, and I'm finalizig details for a class/workshop on spanking. Namely, birthday spanking, on my 32nd birthday, November 10th, in Philadelphia as part of a big erotic arts event. Details TK.

Speaking of Philly, I love that Passional is offering a class on erotic foot bathing!

SEPT 7, 7-9PM at PASSIONAL
EROTIC FOOT BATHING
With Veronica Bound
Learn therapeutic and sensual ways to please your lovers' peds using natural (and tasty) ingredients. Partners will learn to create a comfortably warm bath and to peform rubs, scrubs and worship that will honor the feet they seek to pamper.
Wear comfortable clothing, as this class is interactive!
$35 per person, $60/kissing couple

Chicago Erotica 101 workshop on Thursday, BlogHer, free bondage story, "Obedience"

A reminder that I'm in Chicago July 26-29, July 26th teaching Erotica 101 at 7 pm at The Pleasure Chest, the rest of the weekend at BlogHer with the likes of Susie Bright, Amy Sedaris, Susan Mernit, Always Aroused Girl, Viviane, Deborah Siegel, Felicia Sullivan, Amber Rhea, and many more awesome bloggers. If you're going, on Friday from 1-1:30 I'll be selling and signing copies of He's on Top and She's on Top at the BlogHer bookstore.





Also, you have one more week (through July 31st) to get a FREE copy of Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 sent directly from me. U.S. addresses only. All you have to do is buy either He's on Top or She's on Top from Amazon.com, then forward the receipt to rachelkramerbussel at gmail.com with "Amazon" in the subject line, and I will send out a book to you. I'll even sign it if you tell me who to make it out to. You can read stories from He's on Top and She's on Top here.

But since you may have already done that, here's a from my anthology Secret Slaves: Erotic Stories of Bondage. I wrote it under one of my pseudonyms, Tanya Turner, and there are 29 other super hot pansexual bondage stories in the book too:



Obedience
by Tanya Turner

The most delicious moment always comes when John runs his fingertips along the back of my neck. That's really all it takes for me to go rigid with fearful delight, or delighted fear, I'm not really sure. Sometimes he'll just come up behind me when I'm washing the dishes or brushing my teeth and simply breathe on my neck, quietly, almost creepily, except that it's our ritual. It's his signal to me that whatever I'm doing stops, immediately. I turn off the sink or put down the toothbrush and immediately put my wrists behind me. "I'm ready, sir," I say, my voice sometimes trembling because no matter how much I think I'm ready, I'm always taken back to the beginning with him. That's saying a lot after a decade together.

I follow him when he bids me to turn around, my hands still behind my back, already locked into place by silent agreement. It's always clear to both of us that I am choosing to obey him, even though in the moment it feels like I'd take death by fire over anything else. That choice seems so predetermined, yet it makes me feel even more subservient to know that were I given any other option, I'd always choose to do his bidding. Sometimes I find myself placing my hands in front of or behind me, arms together, my face gone soft with the need to be told what to do, directed, schooled, because he's the perfect teacher.

We don't speak and the silence is slightly eerie. I long to tell him how wet I am, how my entire body, not just my pussy, aches for him as I watch his strong back marching ahead of me, leading to the bedroom. I long to whimper, to run up and put my arms around him, or at least kiss him on the back of his sweaty neck, but I keep them in place. We arrive, and he points to the huge cross stationed none-too-subtly in the corner of our massive bedroom, one of the added bonuses of living in a gargantuan suburban home. I practically float over to it, settling against its familiar wooden contours, my arms up above my head, my legs spread, my body conforming to the X of its shape as if I spent every day like this. Just feeling the wood against my arms and legs, the thin layer of my pubic hair flattened against its front, my ass, as well as my true nature, exposed, is enough to make me shiver. I clamp my lips together, knowing no sound is expected of me. The ropes are softened from washing and use, and also seem to fill a groove in my skin, though John makes sure not to be too rough. There are never marks after a day or two, though sometimes I wish there could be, wish I could gently rub my wrist or lean down and massage my ankle, having my coworkers feel sorry for my carpal tunnel or poor heeled feet, when really I'd be reliving these moments that make the drudgery of the corporate workday more than worth it.

His fingers as he fastens the ropes are agile, steady, practiced. He can get me all trussed up in under two minutes, the knots sturdy and simple. "Lift," he says, his words economical as I wiggle one ankle and then the next, confirming that I cannot escape—I'd be heartbroken if I could. Before he gets to my arms, he trails his fingertips lightly up the backs of my thighs until he reaches my pussy, where he even more lightly skims a lone finger along my sex. I long to sink my hips down, jam his finger deep inside me, show him what I really want, but I know that would get me the exact opposite. Instead I hold still, my insides churning, my outsides for once not betraying me. If you saw me from the back, you might think I was asleep, but up close, I am trembling imperceptibly. I bite my lip, my teeth grinding against the plump pink skin, as he rises, pressing his pajama-clad body against me so I can feel his erection as he leans forward to tie my wrists to the wood. These he doesn't do as tightly, and he makes sure I know that he wants this just as much as I do. When he's done, he weaves his strong fingers through my hair, giving a tug that sends tears of arousal to my eyes and my head flying back. "You'll be silent, I'm sure, Lucy," he says, his eyes meeting mine upside down. I swallow heavily, sure he can see the movement in my neck, before he pushes my head back into place.

He digs his nails into the skin at my nape, then scrapes them down my back. When he reaches my ass, he grabs a handful of flesh, hard, squeezing, pinching. It hurts, and for a moment, that's all it does. My body absorbs the pain, my wrists, of their own accord, tugging against their bonds. Every shiver I make seems to reverberate through my body, my legs rippling against the ropes, the flashes of lightning traveling down and then back up until they center in my cunt. He lets go of my ass and even though it hurt, I miss it. His gaze burns into me, and I hope my ass is pretty enough, firm enough, pleasant enough for him. It always is, yet there's still that chance that this time it will fail to pass muster, will soundly disappoint.

He walks away, and instead of my body sagging with relief against the wood, I stand straighter, as much as that can be done when shackled to a large wooden X. My ears perk up while my eyes and lips stay shut, as I wait for his return. Even though I'm listening, I actually don't hear him until the loud whooshing of the flogger flying through the air startles me back into the present. Moments later, it's raining down against my back. I'm much more of an ass girl, to tell you the truth—a few solid smacks against my behind and I'm quivering, trembling, in a word—gone. But my back takes more getting used to. The flogger doesn't hurt so much as pound into me, its impact magnified by the soft suede strands as they all thud against me at once. His practiced arm whacks my shoulders, and I feel the heat against my back before it travels lower. My limbs strain against their bonds, and every time I don't escape, every time the delicious rope reminds me of my place in our world, my pussy gets a little tighter and wetter.

The back is just a warmup for what I consider The Real Thing. While the flogger can feel soothing against my back, like a kinky deep tissue massage, on my ass, John's anything but gentle. He rears his hand back and lets fly, the suede strips slamming against one cheek and then the next. My body gets pushed against the wood, and I revel in the impact, the force, the feeling of the flogger hitting my skin but then going deeper, its dual impact walloping me through and through. In this process, we meld into one, joining forces as he lands each blow as if offering me a bit of himself. It's beyond the ache for his cock inside me, beyond the rush of pain and heat, beyond the ropes chaining me to the wood. The details stop mattering the more I skid against my restraints, the more I succumb utterly and fully to these urges that take me higher and higher even as they literally keep me securely in place, for what they are really doing is letting me take flight. If you've never truly been tied up, never been fastened snugly like a baby, grounded so all you have left is your own desire, you may not understand the sheer bubbly joy his beating brings me. I am at his mercy, should he choose to pause or stop, choose to lance me along the backs of my legs, or turn me around and beat my breasts, making pinpricks of blood form along my chest. I am his and only his, the only one I'll let strap me down like this, the only one who can do it and give me such euphoria, because I know he knows precisely what it means when I do.

He waits until I am frantic, on fire, going mad, until I could both stay in this position forever and am clawing at the wood, giving up on my manicure to dig my nails into anything they can reach—the X, the rope, my skin, in order to reach down and touch my most sacred place. Only when I am that frantic, that far gone, does he relent. The blows get softer, maddeningly teasing as the suede lightly brushes me, like he's dusting me off, polishing my pink skin. Then he drops it on the floor, where it lands with a solid thud.

This is when, were we in another sort of position or location, he'd tell me to spread my legs—but they already are, wider than I normally make them. His fingers find what they are seeking, then tap against my open pussy lips. I am exposed, my cunt his for the taking as he taps away, his fingers thudding harder and harder against my sex until I almost want to cry. He switches hands, using his left for my pussy and his right to smack my ass, the noises and sensations tipping me over the edge. I've given up clawing, struggling, moving, and just wait for him to do whatever he's going to do to me, my body ready to please.

And because he's not a cruel master but a kind one, he gives me what I crave the most—himself. He unties me but repositions me bent over the bed, my arms fastened now with fuzzy pink cuffs, way too girlie for the kinds of things we've just been doing, but they work nonetheless. My legs are free to move where they will, but all I want to do is spread them like before, and I do, offering myself fully to his cock, which plunges into my dripping hole. My wrists are warm against the fur, but not as warm as my insides as his hot spear burns me until I'm entirely molten, melting, mush. I'm his, sinking and sagging against him, my pussy aflame with the buzz of anticipation, the buzz of waiting, the buzz of being tied up and waiting for him to take me, my very own obedience training, and I've somehow been awarded the greatest prize of all. Lucky me, I think as I come, exploding against him, the cuffs, the bed, already looking forward to doing it all over again.

"Queuing Up" from Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2

I have actual things to share but they will have to wait; in the meantime, instead of posting nothing, I'll be posting some stories, including some gay male smut later. Here's "X2" from Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2, which you get FREE with the purchase of He's on Top or She's on Top from Amazon.com. Through July 31st, U.S. addresses only, just forward your receipt with "Amazon" in the subject line to rachelkramerbussel at gmail.com and of course, if you like either book, I'd really appreciate you leaving a review on Amazon. I know everyone says "Amazon is just a small part of your sales" and with all the Cleis books, I do see them at Borders and B&N and all those stores, and I love that, but I also, save for twice a year royalty statements, have no other quick way of checking on how my books are doing save for Amazon. Hence my obsessive checking. And I don't care if it's only a small slice; He's on Top got all the way to 960 on Amazon, and I'm pretty damn proud of that (even if I don't really know what that means). So here you go, a little old but hopefully still good smut from me. (More of that here.) Maybe I'll have a contest here soon, a la the ones that Lust Bites, does, to win free books, just have to figure out how to structure it.



"Queuing Up" by Rachel Kramer Bussel from Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2

That first slap always takes me by surprise, even when I’m expecting it. There is such a vast difference between my ass laid bare, exposed to the air, but relatively intact, and the heat that brews along that most sensitive of parts after he has spanked me; from eager to seething in several brutal, beautiful seconds. Craig holds his hand tight against my skin, maintaining the warmth and the pain, making it last those few precious seconds longer. I’m lying naked across his lap, and beneath his tight jeans, his cock presses up against me, hinting, surging, wanting, but my spankings aren’t about his cock, as much as I might want them to be, as hot and wet as they might get me. Sometimes I wonder if they’re even about me at all; Craig comes to me with a glint in his eye, a severity of purpose and steely resolve to spank me until I flip over some immutable edge that I am in constant awe at how much our urges are in sync.

I squirm beneath him, my clit alive with the sensation of pleasure and heat as I wait for more. He raises his hand and brings it down equally as hard on my other cheek, and I smile to myself, even as my pussy clenches fiercely. His spankings are like a magic key that unlocks the secret of my desire, and even when I’m not totally in the mood, when my pussy seems to be on hiatus, when I want him to fuck me but don’t really need it, a few smacks from his strong hand and I’m back on the edge, back to being willing to do absolutely anything for him to fuck me. He knows this too, can sense from the way I breathe, the way I squirm and then stay absolutely still, that I am torn between wanting more spankings and wanting his cock filling me all the way up, though that choice is up to him, as always. His hand rains down, smack after concentrated smack, so perfect in their placement that I almost forget that tonight, as we often do, we have an audience, an eager female face soaking up all that we are doing, so new to her and yet, I sense, already unfurling a special signal inside her, a need that now that she’s discovered it must be attended to immediately.

Lara, our gorgeous, glamorous companion, with her black bobbed hair and perfect red lipstick, tattooed poise and perpetual, sexy smirk, doesn’t quite know what to expect, and watches us with an eagle eye. When I look up, I see her gaze frantically casting about, taking in my screams of pleasure, my tightly clenched fists, his strong arm moving up and down, but never mechanically, always seeking out that next perfect spot that has yet to burn with the flame of his smacks. I can tell from a momentary meeting of our gazes, my face slack with lust, hers eager and nervous and aroused all at once, that she wants him to spank her. And I have something I want too, so this will be perfect. Craig keeps going, his hand instilling in me everything he’s ever wanted me to know, hitting me in exactly the right places to make my ass want more and more and more.

Then he pushes me reluctantly off him, moves me slightly aside and unzips his pants. That delicious metallic noise alone is almost enough to make me come in anticipation. He takes his cock and slides only the very tip along my wetness, teasing me, before stroking me there with his fingers and I bite my lip hard, surely leaving a mark, so I don’t cry out and break the elevated silence that protects our perfect bubble. Suddenly, I can’t stand it anymore, and take Lara’s hand, tugging her towards me. She is ready now, ready for anything after the show we’ve just provided her. She tumbled home with us in a blue of champagne and flirtation, insinuation and entendre, and I’m sure expected simply more of the same, but we’re going to give her something to remember forever, or at least, I am.

I kiss her, our lips melding in one warm, wet tangle of tongues that sends shivers straight to my pussy. She is soft and sweet and so open that I want to devour her. I balance on one elbow and grab her hair with my other hand, tugging deep from the roots, smiling when her whole body convulses. I turn over onto my back, make a moue with my lips, some cross between a wink and a smile, a conspiratorial pursing that Craig accepts, perhaps my reward for taking my spankings like such a good little girl. I stand up and tug down his unzipped black jeans. They hug his muscular legs just so, but have enough give that I get them off easily, until he is standing there in only his tight black tank top, stretching across his hardened chest, tiny nipples poking out slightly, and I push him down onto the bed. He lets me, even though he could just as easily flip me around and hold me hostage, his fingers familiar weights around my wrists as I struggle against his grip, pretend like I want to get up when really I want him to hold me down forever. But now, I pull Lara up, groping my fill of her as I do, letting my hands move from her shoulders, over her nipples, down to her fine ass and somehow slipping briefly down to her cunt, which is just as wet as I’d have expected it to be. After dipping my fingers into her wetness, I bring them back up to her mouth. She accepts them, pulling them in, seeking and swallowing, her tongue darting along my digits even as they push deeper and deeper. She is telling me something with her throat, telling me she wants more, will do whatever I say, and a different kind of rush runs through me even as my cheeks still burn from Craig’s smacks, even as I desire more of them; I want to spank her, to hold her, to have her. I pull my fingers out, a slight feat given her sharp, even teeth clamped around them, but I manage.

I pinch her left cheek, just because I can, because I want to make sure she knows I own every part of her, any part of her, that if I want to claim the underside of her arm or bite her stomach or scratch my nails into the back of her neck, I can. She looks up at me with those almost-opaque blue eyes, and they are liquid, lush, so wide and gleaming with need, a need for direction, order, care. A need to be told what to do, to prove herself worthy, and that need is stamped so nakedly across her pretty face, with its light dusting of freckles across her perfect, porcelain, pore-free skin, so raw in its bare vulnerability, that I want to hug her for a second. She’s stunningly gorgeous, something she almost tries to hide beneath the trappings of goth glamour, but I can see the rawness anyway.

Instead of an embrace, I let my fingers trail down her arm, squeeze her hand for a moment before pushing her down before Craig. She does that full-body moan once again when faced with his impressive cock; it’s certainly one that can make any girl a blowjob fan, so ornate and alive and hard and simply manly, which seems obvious—it’s a cock, isn’t it?—but not all cocks are equal, I’m sorry to report. Craig’s is a specimen of the finest order, large and velvety smooth, hard and proud, capable of giving and receiving equally, a steely, strong reminder of his arousal. She takes the base in her hand, made tiny in comparison to his girth, and slowly puts the tip into her mouth, as if she’s afraid it won’t be able to fit. But fit it does, sliding between her naturally pink lips, and while his manhood pushing deeper down her throat is a gorgeous sight, I have other, better things to do just now. I slide my fingers once again inside her pussy, feeling her body briefly tense and then relax to let me in. I glide gently, getting three in, knowing she can take many more, but three is enough for now. I pinch her clit with my other hand while my fingers seek and press, a digital Christopher Columbus exploring bountiful new worlds filled with wetness, tightness, beauty. As I stroke her cunt, she sucks Craig’s cock for all she’s worth, saliva pooling around her lips, her bangs falling into a sweaty tangle, her body, not just her lips, his, all his, well, except her pussy, which is mine, all mine. I look over at Craig and smile before twisting my fingers just so, pushing urgently upward as her lips dive down to the very base of his cock, swallowing his entire length as I add a fourth and final finger. Craigs hands have moved to her shoulders, lightly tracing them as I increase my efforts. Her body tightens and she lets out a groan against his dick as she contracts around me, her orgasm rippling upward, her body trembling in delight as she provokes Craig’s. I can practically feel his hot juice bursting forth into her mouth, and she grasps the base of his cock in one hand while sliding the other up along his wet rod, pumping his come into her mouth as if he’s the fountain of youth, beauty and passion all rolled into one. She swallows every last drop until her lips are shiny and sticky, her body gleaming with its two orgasmic conquests.

We rest for a while, until our asses get the better of us. I’ve been fondling hers, giving it light smacks that make her moan, her teeth clenching, begging for more, and the warmth and pinkness have already worn off from my earlier spanking session. With a wink, I pull Laura up once again, and we position ourselves along the wall, queuing up as we await our spankings, already regretting that the pleasure has to end, even though we know it’s only temporary. Where Craig’s concerned, there’s a never-ending fount of smacks, of ways to torment pretty girls’ asses, of teasing, taunting words to let us know just how naughty we really are, of sadistic whispers that make our pussies drip with pleasure. There’s a never-ending source of hows and whys and whens, and just as we least expect it, he will demand that we brave our butts, demand that we show complete servitude, lest he take his special hands away and bestow them on someone else. It’s the first time for the two of us, but by Lara’s eyes and her hand gripping mine so tightly she might break my tiny bones, I know it won’t be our last.

We line up, a tiny two-person queue filled with desires much bigger than just the two of us. Our asses could take on the world, at least, it feels that way as I spread my legs slightly, ready to reach behind me to touch the warmth of my own curves, offer myself to my love in every sense. I want to be first, but know that he will make the decision. He steps forward with two paddles, round, black, leather ones that promise to sting mightily. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall, trying not to tense up and brace myself, but let everything just go, when I feel it. The loud smack echoes through the room and my body, the sting first making itself known on the very surface of my ass before zipping down along my thighs, inside, into my cunt, tiny sparks shooting down to my toes, the tail end of a firecracker that has burned so brightly it lasts long after the naked eye sees it pop and fizzle. More blows land, dancing all around my ass, from the far edges of my curves to just below my cheeks, on the very tops of my thighs, to my sweet spot. I sneak a peek behind me and see Craig doing the very same thing to Lara, twin spankings for two girls who are equally craving his power. Good thing he’s ambidextrous.

Lara seems to be feeling the same sensations as I am, and we alternate staring at each other and Craig, until we simply can’t do more than melt into the wall while his arms paddle us into a land of sweet, blissful pain, the sound of anticipating whistling through the air before that leather connects with our curves. I know her sweet ass must be on fire, because mine certainly is, the smacks taking on greater power as they build upon the previous ones, making me pussy tingle once again. When he’s done (even though we’re not sure we are), he tosses the paddles down and fondles our hot, smooth cheeks, dips light fingers into our wetness but doesn’t give us the relief we’re truly seeking. Craig likes to keep his girls always ready, always horny, always wanting more. Lined up, keyed up, queued up for the next time, and with Craig, you know there’ll always be a next time. So if you ever need me, that’s where you’ll find me–waiting my turn, always the first in line, my ass at the ready. Join me, please; there’s plenty of room, and I promise, you won’t be disappointed.

Radar and Fleshbot awesomeness and shameless self-promotion the hard way

Radar went to a recent Playgirl party and reviewed the mag, giving a mention to my anthology Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z.



And the fabulous folks at crazy hot Fleshbot blogged my He's on Top/She's on Top kinky virtual book tour! It starts this Sunday, April Fool's Day (for real) over at Viviane's Sex Carnival. From April 1st through May 5th, you'll get giveaways, reviews, excerpts, and deep thoughts about dominance and submission!



When I was in Oregon people kept asking about my book "tour." I don't think they quite understand that I pay my own way for all my travel, and bought 90 extra copies each of my books to do this promotion and a lot of other promo (like take an ad out on Susie Bright's blog. Hopefully it'll pay off, but I've spent out most of my advance. By choice; it's a calculated risk, one I can take because I have other money coming in and because, frankly, otherwise I don't really know how to spread the word about my books. I feel like I've been gifted with these brilliant, gorgeous covers, and I'm so proud of every single dirty story in these two; there's no filler, no iffiness, no things I'm not that cool with. Recently, another publisher I'd worked with in the past, Alyson, chose to cancel one of the anthologies I co-edited for them, called Second Skin. I was sad, because my co-editor and I put a lot of work into it and the three previous books in the Fetish Chest series, but at the same time, it made me realize that publishers, especially ones new to the erotica field, don't always know what they're doing and can come up with unsellable ideas just as easily as us authors can. When you're really broke or in debt, you have to jump at any opportunity given to you, and I did, and we put those first three out at breakneck speed. I have my own ideas about why they didn't sell all that well, largely to do with the covers, content (an equal mix of straight, lesbian, and gay erotica) and placement (I believe they are in the gay/lesbian section of most stores, due to being published by Alyson, but am not really sure). I still think those are great books but have to put my energies into the ones I'm most passionate about. I'll also always be the kind of person who wants to know what's being said/written about me, and wants to take an active part in the publicity process. I know that can only be a boon next year when working with Bantam (part of Random House) to promote my first novel, Everything But... I'm not saying I know everything, but I do feel that I know the erotica market pretty damn well, both in terms of selling my work, editing anthologies, and figuring out which media outlets might bite.

I hear and observe a lot of authors pretty much leaving everything up to someone else, and I can't speak for them, but for me, that'd be a mistake. I'm a control freak about a lot of things and I want to know what's happening with my books, and also, for me, I got into all this not so much to make money (though clearly I want that), but because it's something important to me. Though my erotica has largely, though not entirely, shifted from true, personal stories to actual fiction, it's still me writing it, and I still cover topics I care about. I miss the sex journalism I used to do but am looking for new outlets for that, but am also welcoming the freedom fiction gives me. Sometimes it is a tough balance between the creative work and the marketing work, but I also find a real satisfaction in it. Plus I get to indulge my post office fetish and feel a little bit more connected to my readers. Sending out postcards all over the country has been really cool and whether or not those people buy books, I like having a little piece of something I created to hand out. For me, that is always the most exciting part, to take an idea from the mere idea stage and turn it into something people can hold in their hands, can savor, can jerk off to. I sometimes forget that that's what erotica is for, which sounds odd, I know, but I'm in it and surrounded by it all the time, so it's rarer now that I get so lost in it, but show me a good story, and my body reacts. I think these books tap into really elemental, key parts of some people's sexuality - at least, I hope they do - and knowing that, I hope I've done them justice. All this to say that I'm very invested in how my books do, not just for ego or financial purposes, but because they're a part of me. They're my babies, though I think I am definitely playing favorites with my books much more than I will do with my babies. Yes, I want a couple of those someday too. Like three, or four.

I think doing your own publicity, as my friend Audacia Ray has written about, teaches you about what works and what doesn't. It allows you to try innovations like this virtual book tour, and I think there is also something about the personal contact, as opposed to the publicist pitch, that can help. I deal with publicists about book reviews all the time and they're courteous and helpful, and refer people to my books' publicists when I need to, but even leaving aside my post office fetish, I think over the last six or seven years I've gotten pretty good at publicizing my readings and events. It's hard, and there's a lot to stay on top of; you can't just mail stuff off and forget about it. I saw my Powell's reading listed in The Oregonian, via Google news alert, but had to be told that it got a very nice plug in The Portland Mercury. I think it's all valuable, but it does come at the expense of, and uses a different area of my brain's creative energies, writing at times. I've never been the hide away in an attic type of writer, and while I don't often physically write in public (though I did file a piece that's running tomorrow, on cupcakes - I think it's my first paid gig writing about cupcakes - from the Portland airport), I think getting your name out there, forcing yourself to overcome the nerves and do readings, is valuable and can be fun.



Speaking of book promotion, the fabulous Michelle Goodman, author of The Anti 9-to-5 Guide: Practical Career Advice for Women Who Think Outside the Cube (which I also recommend for those of you, like me, who work full-time, and to men), looks for affordable printers and quotes some of the stats I found. I wound up getting my She's on Top promo postcards, which I'm bringing/sending to bookstores and sex toy stores and mailing out to interested readers (want one? email me at rachelkramerbussel at gmail.com with "postcard" in the subject line and your name and mailing address in the body) from 1-800-POSTCARDS, because they were local and I thought I'd get them before SXSW. That didn't happen, but I am still really happy with their service. I also chose them because they did some of the layout work for me for only $25 extra, because I have ZERO brain for design. Next time, I'd go with 4 X 6 instead of 3.5 X 5.5, but still, I'm happy. And still have well over 4,000 postcards, which I'm sure I'll be using and handing out for a long time to come. (Thanks again to this Saturday's Spextravaganza organizer and Girl With Glasses author Marissa Walsh for the 1-800-POSTCARDS tip.)

Susie Bright hearts Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z

Susie Bright, the magnificent editor of the Best American Erotica series (which I've been included in in the 2004 and 2006 editions), has this to say about my Naughty Spanking Stories series:

Rachel Kramer Bussel's "Naughty Spanking Stories" have legions of fans for good reason: she literally knows how to hit the sweet spot. Her second edition is out, and you should feel free to bang the drum, or your buttocks, whichever you prefer.

So what are youwaiting for?

Eros Zine reviews Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2

Eros Zine also reviewed Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2. Here's a snippet:

As one who is naturally dominant, being able to trust my pain and pleasure to the person attached to the knee I'm laid over would be a tough one. The sub in Christopher Pierce's "Five Bucks a Swat" is an inspiration for all us minor control freaks. By putting his whole being into the hands of another (many others, in this case), he reaches the most orgasmic heights he has ever known. If I were single, I'd be more than open for a naughty romp similar to the one in Nichelle's "Hit Me with Your Best Shot". Anyone who respects the talent and complexity of classical music will enjoy "In Perfect Time" by Saskia Walker. What I wouldn't give to have a maestro like that when I was in high school!...

Whether the idea of a light spanking makes you raise an eyebrow or you are nursing welts from your last session, this collection has something to help get your heart rate up. As I have come to expect from Pretty Thing Press, their compilation is education and tantalizing at the same time...How can you read this many tempting stories without wanting to give it a go in your own bedroom?

Playgirl hearts Naughty Spanking Stories 2

From the April issue of Playgirl

Rachel Kramer Bussel is back with a compilation so filled with spanking smut, you may have to sit down. I know, I know, spanking can be such a specific fetish and not one everyone’s into. But even if you don’t dream of ass-uming the position, Naughty Spanking Stories is a good showcase of extremely talented erotic writers, each creating unique situations within the confines of a very specific theme. Sometimes you don’t even see the spanking coming, it’s woven so well into the story. Butt, if full-contact discipline is your thing, Bussel’s Naughty Spanking Stories will leave you in good hands.

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If you haven't bought a copy yet, get Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 from Blowfish.com today!

The first book in this series was such a rousing success that when the second volume came out, we simply pounced upon it. If you enjoy spanking -- giving them, receiving them, watching them, especially reading about them -- then chances are you're gonna love this book. Twenty-six stories, plus four bonus stories, all centered around spanking. While every story in this anthology isn't exactly BDSM, it's hard to get around that aspect of a good, old-fashioned spanking without indugling in a little power play. We especially liked the retelling of the Nutcracker with the prince teaching (an eighteen year-old) Clara a thing or two about discipline, but the stories run the gamut from formal mistresses to BDSM clubs to happy couples wacking away at one another's posteriors. All in all, a spanking good time! (2006, 268 pp.)

If you liked Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2...

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Please let Amazon know! Really, if you like any book, why not leave a little comment on Amazon? But especially for mine. It seems to have seen a post-Christmas spike in sales at 6,884, but we can do better than that, right? I'm picturing people getting pretty paddles and crops and very hard spankings for the holidays and reading each other some of these stories. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part. I will have to work on locating the perfect spanker, but that's another story for another time.

Here's a photo from my birthday party last month of L. Elise Bland spanking me - she kept wanting to do more of it, but we will have to save that for private time. She spanked me back in 2001, I believe, and my ass was super sore for days (in a good way). She knows whereof she writes, certainly, which may be why her story "Every Good Boy Deserves Favors" made it into Best American Erotica 2006.

Below I've included a short excerpt from her Naughty Spanking Stories 2 tale, "X-Rated Exes," which she read at In The Flesh last week.

You can also WIN a copy of Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 over at Saskia Walker's blog!



From L. Elise Bland's "X-Rated Exes" in Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2

I exchanged looks with Erin. My pussy was still throbbing from the crazy orgasm, and the adrenaline in my veins was churning so hard, it had even drowned out the pounding music. I was up for anything. I whispered into Erin's ear and then pulled Desiree across me on the sofa so that her feet were in Erin's lap.

"What are you doing?" Desiree asked, as if she didn't know. I had never given her a real spanking before and wasn't sure how it would go over. Desiree always tipped me on stage and I returned the favor with a public slap, but never a private one.

"You said you liked to be spanked, didn't you?" My hand quivered with nervousness as it ran across her round cheeks. The first time spanking someone is always scary for me, especially someone like Desiree. I wanted to slap her hard enough to satisfy my own sadistic streak, but I wanted her to like it enough to come back for more.

"You know I have to punish you for spying on us earlier!" I scolded playfully.

"I'm sorry," she said, pretending to pout. "I just got, well, you know, kind of lonely."

"You're such a bad girl," I told her. "But that's why I like you so much."
I laid one hand on her cheek and gave her a pat so delicate, my palm didn't even sting afterwards. When Desiree sighed and jumped, I knew I had her number. She wanted more. She said she was a lightweight, but it turned out she could take a decent round. I slapped every inch of her ass—longer-lasting strokes in the center of her cheeks, light circles around the outsides, and sharp stingy pecks on the most tender parts. Spanking Desiree was completely different from spanking our customer on stage earlier. This time it was real.
Between spanks, I ran my fingers up and down the back of her thong, which was hot and wet from the burn of exhibitionism. Desiree writhed against me so that the metal of her garter straps dug into my bare thighs. Once she was completely worked up, I let loose. My hand started moving so fast and feathery, it looked like a bumblebee's wing. Desiree raised her derriere into the air as if she didn't know whether to come closer or escape.

All the while, Erin was watching. "Hey, don't hog her," she called out. "I want to get to know your friend Desiree, too."

Read the rest (plus 29 other HOT stories) in Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2

Spanking bracelets!

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I love these bracelets Alison Tyler got made to promote my spankalicious new book Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2.

If you want one, forward your Amazon.com receipt for the book along with your name, mailing address, and which bracelet you want to rachelkramerbussel at gmail.com

OR show up tomorrow night at In The Flesh where I'll be selling books - get a free bracelet when you buy a copy!

Saskia Walker's naughty spanking story, "In Perfect Time"

An excerpt from "In Perfect Time" by Saskia Walker (also posted on her blog) from Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2



Watching the Maestro in action always got me hot. We’d been working it for nearly two hours and the heat between my thighs had been building by the second. I ached to lift my hair from the back of my neck, to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to put my hands into my underwear and crush my pussy in my fingers. Even my clarinet felt hot in my hands and I squirmed on my seat, trying to focus.

It was something about the way he looked, so intense and focused, while he stood on the podium in front of us, leading his musicians through the score. He exuded an aura of power, more than any other conductor I had worked with, and it had me at meltdown point. His hair flashed back from his forehead and then his roving eyes suddenly met mine. I skittered my gaze away, trying to concentrate on my sheet music.

Too late.

“Enough,” he slammed his baton down on the podium and stepped down from it, pacing toward us. “Some of you are letting your concentration wander.” His steady gaze did a slow circuit of the orchestra and several people shuffled in their seats. My breath was trapped in my lungs. He paused when he reached me. “Let’s call it a day.”

A hum of appreciation went around the assembled musicians.

“Except for Caroline and Jeremy,” he added, “the rest of you can go.”

I glanced over at Jeremy, who sighed and reached for his violin case. He was losing it because they had a new baby at home and he was tired – what was my excuse? We had a performance in two days and I was letting deviant thoughts about the maestro distract me from our penultimate rehearsal.

By the time I’d packed up my clarinet and sheet music he’d had a quiet word with Jeremy. Jeremy gave me a wave and a sympathetic smile, and then followed the last few musicians who were exiting from the stage.

The maestro paced back and forth, waiting for me.

I walked over to him and set my clarinet case down by my feet. Folding my hands in front of me, I obediently waited to see what he would say. As I did I noticed that his fine linen shirt was open at the collar, revealing the strong column of his neck, and that his black evening jacket failed to mask the breadth of his shoulders.

He waited until the last figure disappeared through the door and it swung closed, leaving us alone together in the auditorium. There was an eerie, tense silence surrounding us. It only broke when he stepped forward and his heels sounded against the wooden floor of the stage.

He looked me up and down, his stare determined and keen. I could feel the weight of it through my shirt and my pulse tripped higher.

With one finger, he reached out and trailed down the buttons of my shirt. “Caroline, if Stravinsky were here he’d be appalled by your behavior during our rendition of this masterpiece.” The back of his hand made brief and tantalizing contact with my breasts, where I ached for more. “Do I have to drum into you the importance of giving it your full concentration?”

“Forgive me,” I murmured, “I was distracted.” The problem was that I got even hotter when he was in the mood to chastise; he looked demonic and I was his willing slave. My heart was pounding. I looked at him pleadingly from under my lashes. I was so sexually aroused, I couldn’t help myself.

“You’re a dirty girl thinking dirty thoughts, it's written all over your face... and when your mind drifts, you distract others… namely me!” A frown marked his brow, but I could see the black lust in his eyes. “You’re in heat, and with that damn clarinet in your mouth I warrant you make half the orchestra want you.”

He snatched up his baton from the podium. “I think you’ll agree that some basic training in focusing on the job is in order.” His voice was more subdued, but he was simmering with barely contained sexual tension, just as I was.

I managed to nod.

Spanking bracelet giveaways and erotica excerpts from Stan Kent

Alison Tyler is also giving away some of our fabulous "Bend over!" and "Spank me!" bracelets, check out her blog for details (see the end of the post). I shall have a photo of these spankalicious photos soon.

Today I'm posting 2 excerpts from stories by Stan Kent, who's in both Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists and Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2. Both are among my favorites, if not my very favorites, in those anthologies, so I'm happy to share a teaser with you:



From "My Finest Hour" by Stan Kent from Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists

There’s a line in an old Blondie song that gives me an instant hard-on, and not just because it’s Debbie Harry that’s purring the words. The song is “Picture This,” and in it the delectable Debbie offers her lover her finest hour, the one she spent watching him shower.

Now there’s a dedicated voyeur’s manifesto. In those few words Debbie Harry sums up my libido to a tee. I’m a watcher. I’m way more of a watcher than stuffy Rupert Giles ever was with Buffy. I get off watching my girlfriend do everything from scratching her butt as she stumbles to the bathroom half asleep to take her morning pee, to trying on shoes, to having sex—with or without me. Gym time is another gawk fest; I especially enjoy watching her get all sweaty in her skintight sexercise clothes, but the prime time on my sneak peeks channel belongs to watching my girlfriend shower, and Lizzie loves taking long showers. Just like it was for Debbie, these are my finest hours. Lizzie so likes putting on a watery show I often wonder if she isn’t a closet X-rated water-ballet wannabe.

Notice how the word shower contains show. Show and shower—the two go together like a wet pussy and a stiff cock. Our glassed enclosure is her stage, and I am her rapt audience in my sunken tub catbird seat, ogling her shower show while I jerk off in the warm womb of the bath’s oily water. It’s my luxurious private and personal peep show that satisfies my fundamental sexual need to watch my lover engaged in what would be private and personal moments if it weren’t for the fact that I’m watching. I’ve always enjoyed the thrill that comes from a sneaked peek. One of my earliest sexual memories came when I was seven, in primary school in England. I accidentally dropped my pencil, bent under the desk to pick it up and saw right up my teacher’s skirt to her stocking tops and garter belt. I dropped my pencil a lot after that and have been a confirmed voyeur ever since.



From "Solemate" by Stan Kent from Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2

“Use both hands⎯both shoes. I want a double-handed spanking. I bought both shoes, didn’t I? You have two hands, don’t you? I have two ass cheeks, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do. Two very nice ass cheeks indeed.”

“Then treat them appropriately.”

I picked up the other slingback. I couldn’t resist glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a gunslinger with the shoes held out as if they were cocked pistols. I lightly placed the Jimmy Choo soles onto her alabaster skin. I let them rest there for a second, enjoying the way they looked in contrast—soft black shoe leather on soft white flesh. In my profession I’ve gazed at a lot of very sexy advertisements designed to sell high-end shoes but never anything as blatantly erotic as the vista before me.

I moved the shoes in small circular patterns, getting the feel of the shoe leather on her skin. She seemed to like it because she gently rocked her ass to encourage the motions. It gave me confidence so I decided to try a little slap. Using my right hand, I raised one of the Choos a few inches and brought it down softly. Her ass jiggled and accommodated the shoe as I pressed the sole into her skin. Next I tried my left hand and then back to the right, getting my rhythm with each harder slap. It was just like playing the drums. I could do this.

“Harder. I want Jimmy Choo tattooed on my ass. I want to feel like you’re dancing on my butt.”

I thought I’d been doing damn good for a novice, but if she wanted more pain, who was I to protest? I raised my right hand high and brought the Jimmy Choo down with all the force I could muster, hitting her right cheek square on its sweet spot. The sound was awesome, like a loud clap, and as I pulled the shoe away and raised my left hand I saw the results of my handiwork. A shoe-shaped imprint with the Jimmy Choo name glowed pale pink against her China doll skin. I gave her a matching one on her left cheek and repeated the spanking from left to right until her ass was a tapestry of Jimmy Choo tattoos.

Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 introduction

I'll be posting excerpts from the new book as well as contests for bracelets at some point, but for now, here's my introduction to my spankalicious new anthology Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2. (though that naughty@ email doesn't work at the moment - best is rachelkramerbussel@ or rachelkb@ gmail.com) Also, this intro was written in June 2005, so some things may be slightly out of date. :)



In the months since Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z was published, I’ve heard a lot of spanking stories, from friends and readers, and done my fair share of spanking, and getting spanked. Hearing people’s tales of spanking pleasure brings me great joy, because I know exactly how they feel. When you tell someone you’ve edited a book on spanking, their face tends to light up with glee, and they often launch into their own erotic tale(s), reminiscing fondly or recounting a recent bared-butt adventure. Or they look at you slightly puzzled and ask, deeply curious, "Tell me more about this spanking thing." They’re intrigued, on edge, aroused by the sensual possibilities of putting hand to rear or letting someone give them some good, solid smacks. I’ve been propositioned to spank countless asses, and had my own ass admired. "You’ve got a good butt for spanking," is something I love to hear. A recent spanker, while I was splayed across his lap, admired my curves. “What else could an ass like this possibly be for?” he wondered before delivering 25 powerful whacks with a wooden paddle. I had a torrid spanking fling where I got my ass warmed so well I could feel it for days, from someone who told me he’s not normally into spanking, but just couldn’t resist, wooing me by his request to let him have free reign over my ass. This person smacked my ass so well I could feel the aftereffects for days, and the memory still makes me blush (yes, even I, seasoned erotica writer that I am, can still blush at the drop of my panties). I spanked a friend in front of a group of people, her jean-covered ass wiggled against me invitingly. I’ve delivered birthday spankings that made me wish the birthday girl were many times her early twenties age. In fact, right now as I write this, my ass bears bruises from my most recent spanking session, and I feel that special soreness every time I sit down. Editing this volume has only increased my interest, both personal and professional, in the topic.

The first red-cheeked collection itself played a role in more than a few spankings; several friends have reported that having Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z on their bedside table or bookcase was enough to spark a conversation about the topic and, in some cases, some very sensual reading as a prelude to spanking. People have used the book to broach the topic with their lovers, as revealed in private conversations and internet bulletin board postings, and while that wasn’t my goal or intention when I edited these volumes, I hope that they work as an icebreaker for those nervous about speaking up about their interest in spanking. While it’s a common fantasy, like anything that makes us step outside conventional sexual norms, spanking can be threatening to bring up. Most of the characters portrayed herein have an established fondness for bending over and taking a few (or in some cases, many) swats, but for others they share that same real-life uncertainty, whether about how much they’ll enjoy spanking once they’re actually bent over or how it will play out in their relationship. Spanking brings up so many intense emotions which these characters grapple with; the women in "Break" use spanking as a cathartic way to end their relationship, while in Michele Zipp’s "Violet, Scarlet, Crimson," a taboo affair’s power dynamics and secrets get explored through smacks on the ass. People learn lessons that go far beyond what their asses can bare; they find out what their deepest desires are and aren’t, get taken to the edge and topple over, go deep inside themselves and emerge stronger, fiercer, sexier and more powerful for owning up to their desire.

The overwhelming response to the first volume, through sales and feedback, warmed my heart (and my ass) and made me realize how vital it is to read stories about one’s kink that both normalize it and explore all its sensual permutations. Friends told me of deliverymen asking for books on spanking, and I get plenty of website hits from people searching for all manner of "spanking stories.” It became clear early on that this wasn’t just another book of erotica; stories about spanking, for those dedicated ass smackers and smackees who exult in the sensual ritual, let people see themselves on the page. Many people surprised me with their gratefulness for a collection of erotica solely dedicated to spanking, so we’re back for another round of even dirtier, sexier and bolder tales of beautifully bared bottoms, punishments, dares, teases, and seductions. At a reading for the book, an adorable cute couple approached me, asking me to sign their book. When I opened it, I found an extended dedication from the girl to the guy, telling him how much she loves it when he spanks her. They were so earnest and delighted that I knew the book was on the right track. They even used the book in their online pesonal ad! That very personal, passionate connection tells you just how large a role spanking plays in some people’s lives. Even if spanking is only an occasional diversion (or fantasy) for you, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 offers plenty to turn you on and make your mind spin, heart race and skin sizzle.

The authors this time around took their work seriously, too, creating even more inventive ways for their characters to get spanked, although some themes emerged. The office and the classroom are so charged with inherent power dynamics that many of the stories here take place within those frameworks, yet it’s not always so simple as a boss spanking an employee or a teacher slapping their poor student’s ass. The employees and students here are cunning, figuring out just what it is they need to get their desired spanking, going through rituals, playing games, trying to see who really has the upper hand.
In this volume, strangers also spank each other, such as in Tara Alton’s "Spank and Run," while Bette Taylor takes her spanking international, all the way into the Chunnel, in “Underwater Surprise.” The horny shoe store employee in Stan Kent’s "Solemate" meets his match in a woman who knows exactly what she wants, topping from below as she hikes up her skirt right there in the designer-soled store and demands a very special kind of spanking. In Marina Saint’s "Most Unexpected," a woman finds herself bent over the lap, and the bed, of a guy she’d never imagined so much as kissing, and he takes her for the sexual thrill ride of her life, building up her arousal until she barely knows what she wants more–to get spanked, or to get fucked. I don’t think I’m giving anything away to tell you that she gets everything she wants and then some.
Sometimes, intimacy is built up through an ongoing spanking relationship, such as with Debra Hyde’s protagonist Kate and the older couple who use her body for their pleasure, and her own, in "Exact Expectations." Catherine Lundoff delivers the witty "Karen Leaves Her Husband for the Very First Time," in which Karen waltzes into her spouse’s office to say goodbye, and ends up saying things like "Ow" and "Oh!" instead.

The fantasy of what spanking means to the players involved can be implicit in the story. In Greta Christina’s brilliant "This Week," a teacher and student must find roundabout ways to see each other–he creates tests for her they both know she’ll mess up. Even though they’re just playacting punishments, their arousal and need are completely real: "He knows by now the words that set her off, the ones that make her whimper and arch her bottom in the air—and he knows the ones that make her freeze up. He knows how hard she likes to be spanked . . . and he knows how hard is just a little harder than she really likes, how hard is hard enough to make her feel that she's been bad, and is being punished for it," writes Greta, in one of the hottest stories here. She lets their relationship, and spanking play, unfold, taking them higher and higher as time goes on, with both teacher and student revealing just a little more of their true selves the longer they play, all couched within their respective superior/underling roles.

Spanking means countless things in this anthology–love, anger, sublimation, awakening, desire, fulfillment, foreplay, fun, prodding, patience, surrender, exhibitionism, demand, pride, want, lust, punishment, reward, humiliation, power, surprise, daring, learning, lessons, teasing, and goodbye. I’m thrilled by the heady mix of emotions I can feel when I take or deliver a firm spanking, and even more thrilled that these powerful, erotic stirrings, the kind that can bring tears to your eyes, a smile to your lips and a prolonged stirring to your nether parts, are so beautifully, touchingly and wonderfully represented here. These teasing troublemakers, vamps and vixens, horny housewives and husbands, mean bosses, powerful masters and mistresses, sassy spankers and adoring ass worshippers get what’s coming to them and much, much more. The wilier and sneakier they are in concocting schemes to get spanked, the worse off (or, really, the better) it is when they actually get their much-needed and well-deserved smacks.

The bottom line is that spanking, for many of these characters, is fun as well as arousing, and that gleefully greedy desire is evidenced in stories such as L. Elise Bland’s "X-Rated Eves," where a stripper who spanks guys onstage for a living discovers a little after hours ass-smacking play with two pairs of gorgeously blushing behinds. Bland writes sexy Southern dommes like no one else, and also deserves congratulations for having her story from the first Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, “Every Good Boy Deserves Favors,” included in Susie Bright’s forthcoming annual anthology Best American Erotica 2006.

There are all kinds of spankers and spankees, some who love it so much they do it every day, and some for whom it’s an occasional, or newfound, treat. In “Zocalo Dare,” Radclyffe offers up a woman whose spanking lust arrives in a flash and takes over, making her tremble and sob and ache as she comes while a whole crowd of people, including her girlfriend, watch.

Whatever kind of spanking fan you are, I hope you’ll find plenty to get you worked up, turned on, bent over and brimming with arousal in this collection. Be sure to share your own spanking tale with me at naughty@rachelkramerbussel.com - clearly, I’m a spanking participant and literary voyeur. Happy spankings!

My ass on Fleshbot and spanker/spankee bracelet giveaway

In celebration of the release of Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2, I gave Fleshbot some photos of my ass. Ready for spanking. Which it actually very much is, though I shall have to wait for Sunday for that.

In other super happy news, I am finally in San Francisco, soaking in the free wireless as I eat breakfast at Bugaloos. Wandered my way to Valencia before I have some meetings, including my first time meeting in person my fabulous editor and publisher Alison Tyler, who is bringing me hot-off-the-press copies of Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 along with special bracelets we got made saying "spanker" and "spankee." Whichever shall I wear? I think both. Also, I posted this on Amazon, too, but the first 10 people to forward me their Amazon.com receipts for Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 (it'll be shipping any day now) get their choice of a "spankee" or "spanker" bracelet (they're those rubber type ones), just tell me which one you want and your mailing address when you send the receipt to rachelkramerbussel at gmail.com

It's rainy but in a kindof refreshing way for the most part. Tomorrow I have a cupcake meeting and then a cupcake tasting in Berkeley, and other than that I'm just wandering around, pretty much as I've been doing my whole trip.

Don't forget San Franciscans: Saturday, November 4th, 2 p.m., Good Vibrations, 1620 Polk Street, reading from Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists with me, Stan Kent, Thomas S. Roche, and Simon Sheppard!

Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 now on Amazon!

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Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 is shipping very, very soon from Amazon.com! I realize it says "unavailable" now but it's on its way from the printers (I haven't even seen it yet) but should be in everyone's hands, mine and Amazon's, by the end of October. I can't wait for people to start reading it, and, especially, to mail off the copies to my 29 authors (there are 30 stories in the book, including one from me). Here's the Table of Contents, and I can assure you that if you liked the first one, you'll love the second. Pre-order it now and it'll be sent just as soon as Amazon gets them - I'll post here as well when it's really, really a book I'm holding in my hands - maybe I'll even get someone to spank me with it!

Table of Contents

* Foreword by Laura Antoniou
* "After Hours" by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
* "Break" by Cheryl B.
* "Chippendale Library Chair" by Ashley Lister
* "Disciplinary Action" by Thomas S. Roche
* "Exact Expectations" by Debra Hyde
* "Five Bucks a Swat" by Christopher Pierce
* "Going Postal" by Sacchi Green
* "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Nichelle
* "In Perfect Time" by Saskia Walker
* "Janelle's Spankology 101" by Michelle Houston
* "Karen Leaves Her Husband for the Very First Time" by Catherine Lundoff
* "Longevity" by Gwen Masters
* "Most Unexpected" by Marina Saint
* "Night Before (The)" by Simon Sheppard
* "O" by Alison Tyler
* "Perks of the Job" by Kristina Wright
* "Queuing Up" by Rachel Kramer Bussel
* "Ruler" by Lisabet Sarai
* "Solemate" by Stan Kent
* "This Week" by Greta Christina
* "Underwater Surprise" by Bette Taylor
* "Violet, Scarlet, Crimson" by Michele Zipp
* "Waiting for a Spanking" by Shanna Germain
* "X-Rated Eves" by L. Elise Bland
* "You Know You Want It" by Tsaurah Litzky
* "Zocalo Dare" by Radclyffe

Bonus Stories:

* "Alma Mater" by Brooke Stern
* "The Proper Incentive" by Kate Dominic
* "Spank and Run" by Tara Alton
* "Wages of Pride" by Jen Cross



Calling all spanking lovers⎯get your hands on the latest, hottest, and hugest book of spanking erotica around! That’s right, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z is back with a second volume that’s even bigger, sexier and full of more intense, heated, no-holds-barred spanking!

Edited by renowned erotic writer Rachel Kramer Bussel, with a racy foreword by Marketplace series author and BDSM speaker Laura Antoniou, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 will turn you on from the very first page. Starting with Marilyn Jaye Lewis’s daring couple who spy on a spanking in “After Hours,” through to Radclyffe’s “Zocalo Dare,”in which another very public spanking leaves a woman whimpering for more, these stories take you on a blistering ride through every permutation of bare-bottomed spanking fun you can have. Spankings with hands, paddles, whips and even shoes! Spankings by strippers, husbands, wives, lovers, strangers, teachers, exes, and bosses. Spanking in public, private, underground, at work, at school and in places you can’t even imagine. Spanking as sex, love, punishment, communication, celebration. Spankings that leave the spankee with much more than a sore, tender bottom, giving them new relationships, feelings and discoveries about their deepest desires.

Featuring 30 stories (all of the letters of the alphabet with 4 bonus stories) by such talented authors as Thomas Roche, Simon Sheppard, Kate Dominic, Michele Zipp, Sacchi Green, Tsaurah Litzky, Stan Kent, Brooke Stern, Ashley Lister, Debra Hyde, Gwen Masters, L. Elise Bland, Shanna Germain, Greta Christina and more, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 is a masterpiece of modern erotic fiction with a special kinky twist.

Katie Spades likes Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z

When I discovered the blog Spanking Katie Spades, I knew I'd found a kindred soul. Katie chronicles her adventures in spanking, and is even going to be on Howard Stern soon (she almost got spanked by Sarah Silverman, which you can read about on her blog. So I sent her a copy of Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z and sure enough, she really liked it.

For anyone interested in spanking looking to satisfy their curiosity this is certainly the book to do it with. Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z certainly is a spanking tour de force with stories for any curiosity, appetite, and preference, whether one is just venturing into the spanking world or is a seasoned player.

Thanks, Katie, and as I signed her book, "Many Happy Spankings to You!"

Blowfish recommends Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z

I'm SO thrilled that the very selective and classy online sex toy retailer Blowfish.com has chosen my anthology Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z as a recommended pick. You can now buy it and a few other Pretty Things Press titles from Blowfish. Woo-hoo!

Twenty-eight stories (one for each letter of the alphabet, plus two bonus tales) that feature one of our favorite naughty acts (though what naughty act isn't one of our favorites?): spanking! From sweet over-the-knee spankings to full-on BDSM scenes, from stories about being spanked (and wanked) during a doctor's visit to stories featuring a steaming hot husband and wife caning scene (followed by a spanking, fear not), these stories run the gamut of spanking scenes, with lots of sex thrown in to make each one fresh and hot hot hot! If spanking is one of your favorite things, this just might be your must-have anthology. Recommended!

Add my book on MySpace + tell the world how much you loved it

Yes, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z is now on MySpace. Add it!

Also, being that it's the holiday season - if you read my book and liked it (even if you only read a tiny portion of it), it would make me very happy if you left a comment about it on Amazon. That's what I want for Hannukah. Well, and an all expenses paid vacation to Hawaii - I'll take that too.

My book Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z in a "How to Spank" article

Babeland's How to Spank article by hottie Jennyrose includes my anthology Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z as recommended reading!

Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 cover

Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 cover
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This image will be on the cover of my newest anthology, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 2 (click for table of contents), due out in November 2005 from Pretty Things Press, with 30 (4 bonus stories) original, red-hot stories from some of today's top erotic writers, including Marilyn Jaye Lewis, Stan Kent, L. Elise Bland, Thomas Roche, Simon Sheppard, Michele Zipp, Tsaurah Litzky, Alison Tyler, Catherine Lundoff, Kate Dominic, Radclyffe, Lisabet Sarai, Saskia Walker, Ashley Lister, Sacchi Green, Tara Alton, and more!