RE THE SPANK! ANTHOLOGY: JUST FOR YOUR INFO...

The photographer who did the cover art is Stacie Joy. Cassandra Park wrote the intro. The editor is D.L. King.

Also, don't forget my earlier post here which will tell you what writers in the anthology will be doing their part in the SPANK! blog tour next. There will be six more in the next six days, so be sure to check them out.

WHY DO I LIKE SPANKING?

Simply put, because it is humiliating. And I identify with the spankee more than the spanker, frankly. If you check out my story in the SPANK! anthology, you will find I have added my own characteristic twist to the situation: getting stuck in something. This may be a more unusual fetish than spanking, but it's a big part of what turns me on.

And for your viewing pleasure, here is a very attractive woman who is not in the anthology, but who does look like she might be about to get stuck. And if she does, who's to say she won't get a spanking?

I JUST FOUND OUT SPANK! IS NOW ON AMAZON

So you can check it out here!

HOW DID I GET STARTED WRITING EROTICA?

Well, I guess just plain horniness! Actually, I probably started out drawing odd little pictures before I wrote much, but my drawing has never been very good. I think when I originally started writing erotica I had no intention of publishing it. Then I tried to get it published on the net. I found this harder than I had thought at first, but then I made a breakthrough or two and have been finding it much easier since.

AND WELCOME TO MY PORTION OF THE SPANK! BLOG TOUR...

My contribution to Logical Lust's latest anthology (to be released tomorrow) is called "The Trumpet of Destiny." Thought I'd just post a wee excerpt here:

Take her ass, for example:

Still walking behind her, I noticed her magnificent skirt-stretching derriere was actually a little large for the rest of her skinny frame. Not fat, but well rounded and very wide-boned -- and very firm. This was not surprising, given that Hank, I knew, could never go for a woman not built to receive a thorough spanking.

It had been a long time since he had given one to me. Yes, doubtless this leather-lapped backside before me was the one that had been reddening under his masterful mitt while my own bottom had been languishing in neglect. I remembered when I used to wear pleated cheerleader skirts -- knowing how much an older woman in a pleated cheerleader skirt provoked him to madness -- and then feigned astonishment when, in some public place but at a moment when nobody was looking, he would hoist the back of it and give me a terrific smack right on the heinie. I would go cross-eyed trying to stifle my yelp of delight and pain, stand there knock-kneed rubbing my ass, while he nonchalantly pretended that absolutely nothing whatsoever had happened.

God, it had been fun. And now he was a bastard. An absolute, fucking bastard. And she, the one the bastard was fucking, she was hot; no doubt about it. I didn't know whether this should make me feel better or worse. And she had good taste, I thought, glancing about the house, no doubt about that either.

In Godfather II Frank Pentangele says this to Michael Corleone:

"Your father did business with Hyman Roth,

your father respected Hyman Roth,
but your father never trusted Hyman Roth."

It occurred to me one might say the same thing with regard to John Calvin's attitude to God:



John Calvin did business with God,

John Calvin respected God,

but John Calvin never trusted God.

THOUGHT I'D REMIND YOU ALL

today is D.L. King's day for the blog tour (see schedule in my previous post) for the Spank! anthology.