A little black dress – chapter 2

Hello everyone

I’m here again with yet another chapter of my book. I’ve decided in the end it’s more important for me that people get to enjoy the story than mere sales. Therefor I will share the whole book on this blog, one chapter a month.

I hope you will all enjoy this chapter and share any insights or tips for my next book


Chapter two – Hiding in plain sight

For the first night since Eve had woken without her memories it hadn’t rained. The mud had almost dried and it was much more comfortable walking barefoot without mud splashing up her legs. Still she avoided the road by going through the fields, this time making sure no one caught her trespassing. She wanted to avoid human contact so she could travel further without being stopped. The farmer’s wife had heard from others they weren’t the only ones that had armed men attack them and search their homes, she had warned Eve to be careful when she left. Eve understood the area was troubled and she didn’t want any part in it. She would travel south, summer was ending and she would follow the birds. Autumn would bring a lot of work in the area, but she wouldn’t want to be stuck up here in winter.
The fields seemed to go on forever until she finally left the last of them behind her and found herself in an open forest. The trees stood far apart and she had to force her way through thick under brush. Her bare legs and arms got scratched and her dress regularly got stuck on branches. Despite all that she felt great, the air smelled of summer and no-one would bother her here, she felt free. The wood seemed to get denser the further she went and the many ferns and bushes of thorns diminished, walking became easier the further she went from where she had entered. The forest would provide her food, she hoped. She didn’t know if she could hunt, and if she did, she didn’t remember how, but there would be berries and nuts she promised herself. At some point she found a small stream with just a bit of water. Thirsty as she was she drank from it and decided to follow it to its source.

In the forest it got dark early and Eve was forced to find a place to rest for the night. She found the roots of a tree, toppled by a storm long ago. They gave her shelter and she buried herself underneath them.
When the morning came with the singing of birds Eve crawled out of her hiding place and looked around. The forest was quiet, with a smile she continued along the stream. She still hadn’t found any berries when the sun stood at its highest point. The stream had gotten wider, she had seen fishes, but had no idea how she could catch them. She looked up often, but like the brush around her, the trees bore no fruit. Her stomach felt hollow when the sun hung low over the treetops, it wasn’t late, it just got dark early deep in the woods. When she found a place to rest she decided to stop. Cold water from the stream filled her stomach, but did nothing against the hollow feeling. She took off her dress and waded into the water, hanging her dress over the branch of a tree that balanced on the water’s edge. The stream had gotten deep and the water reached up to her thighs, it was cold but washed away the sweat and dirt from trudging through the forest. Suddenly she was disturbed by a man whistling, she turned quickly and saw three young men in a soldier’s uniform ogling her. Quickly she grabbed her dress and pulled it on while climbing out of the water. “A gaeth!” She heard one of the men say. “Aren’t we lucky.”
“Come here honey, we can use one of you at the camp.” The other said and Eve climbed out of the water. These might be the soldiers Miranda had warned her about she thought. But they would have food, and if they had work for her she was obliged to serve them. She approached them apprehensively. The oldest of the three grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. “Have we got plenty of work for you.” He said as another grabbed her butt and they pulled her along.

The camp was just a small collection of tents in a clearing in the forest. The three men’s friends quickly appeared to admire their catch. Eve had her arms wrapped around her, scared to make a wrong move.
“Take off your dress girl.” The older man told her. “Let us see the goods.”
Eve blushed but found her courage. “Why?” She demanded, “I’m a gaeth, not a whore.”
“Same thing love, only whores get paid and gaeth work for free, am I right?” The man told her. “You want to know why?” His smile suddenly turned into a snear. “Because we’re going to fuck you. Every last one of us, and I’m going first.”
Eve took a step back and looked behind her. Only trees, nowhere to go, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get away. “No!” A voice suddenly declared. All the heads turned to the man that had just exited the largest tent in the camp. He was wearing a fine uniform with the stars of an officer on his shoulder. “I think I’ll have her, maybe I’ll share her later, but you idiots will have to earn that first.” The man looked at Eve. “Come girl, into my tent.” But Eve stepped back scared. “Or would you rather stay here? With all thirty of my men?” The men cheered and Eve ran forward as fast as she can, diving into the officer’s tent. He followed her inside.

Eve sat down on a box and looked around, there was a pile of blankets and a traveller’s stove along with a whole set of boxes. The officer ignored her and set water to heat over his stove. He was obviously in charge of this small collection of soldiers, hiding in the woods. When he was done he looked at her. “Take off your clothes and lie on my bed.” Eve was too scared to argue and did as he said. He was searching one of the boxes for tea before sitting down on the box she had just left. “I’m not going to do anything to you, but if one of my men comes in they would be suspicious.” He told her.
Eve blushed, so he wanted to protect her by making her lie naked in his bed, just in case one of his men saw her? “Why won’t you?” She asked, wondering why this man surrounded by pigs would be any different.
“Because.” He answered. “I have someone who loves me, waiting for me at home and I won’t betray him.”
Eve blushed even deeper. He liked men, that’s why he didn’t even look at her as he offered her some of his tea. It was disconcerting, lying there naked, totally under his control, yet him not even looking as if he’s seeing her. “Don’t you find women attractive?” She asked him.
“I do.” He said. “Just not … sexually.”
Eve was laying on her stomach, her breasts between her elbows as she looked up at him, her back arched to push up her bottom. She couldn’t help herself, she just kept repositioning herself to show of her body and yet he didn’t react. When she turned over again, covering her breasts with her hands, pushing them up, he finally did. “I’d rather like you stopped that, you’re only embarrassing the both of us.”
Eve blushed deeply and quickly positioned herself more appropriately. “I’m sorry.”

Eve spent at least two days in the officer’s tent. She didn’t set a foot outside, afraid of the soldiers. The man, she learned his name was Kal, was always friendly to her. He probably enjoyed having her around, not for the reason his men suspected, but because she cleaned and because her mere presence boosted and protected his reputation. Their little play was about to end though. New troops had gathered in the small forest clearing. She could hear them outside, more and more men. As she was wondering why there were so many soldiers here, a man entered the tent. It was only the second time someone had in these couple of days and all this time she had been naked to play the part of Kal’s plaything. This time however, it was no ordinary soldier, peeking at her from the corner of his eyes, but a man in uniform. Kal saluted him promptly and Eve sat up straight. “I had heard you had a plaything Kal, but I couldn’t believe it.” The officer was looking at her now, drinking in the view.
“The men found her in the woods, sir.” Kal replied, he looked distressed for some reason.
“And you didn’t share her with them? How selfish of you.” the man laughed aloud. “Go and inspect the troops man, I have some work for your gaeth.” He took a step toward Eve and fumbled at the laces of his breeches.
Eve paled, this was it, Kal couldn’t protect her from a higher ranking officer. Why was she so scared? She was a gaeth, she had done this a hundred times before. All she had to do was lie back and let him have his way. But that wasn’t true, she hadn’t done this before, not since she had lost her memory. And it just felt so wrong. She crawled back into the corner of the tent. The man knelt in front of her. “This gaeth knows what I like, go on girl, give me a good struggle.” Eve blushed and the officer grabbed her ankle, pulling her towards him, she squealed softly and then clenched her teeth trying not to scream. And suddenly the man toppled forward, face down on the mattress. Blood started to pool all around him. Eve looked up and saw Kal staring at her, sword in his hand, he looked just as surprised as she did, unsure why he had saved her.
They both stared at each other in silence. Then Kal started to move. He filled his backpack with supplies. “Grab your dress, put it on, we’re going.” Eve obeyed immediately; he was still carrying his bloodied sword. As she pulled on the short ragged dress, Kal wiped the blade on his blankets and sheathed it. “Time to go.” He grabbed Eve by her arm and pulled her out of his tent. Some of the men looked at them, but none of them asked questions as he led her into the forest; someone whistled.

The rest of the day they ran, jumping roots, wading their way through brushes and occasionally running through small streams to cover their tracks. How long until they realised they wouldn’t come back? How long until the body was discovered in Kal’s tent? Eve tried not to think of it. Tried not to think of why Kal would decide to save her. He was a deserter now, a deserter and a murderer. They would hang him when they found him, and all that to protect a gaeth. Gaeth didn’t need protection; they worked for everyone, even when the work involved … that.
The sun had just risen and Eve sat up on the side of a fallen tree, Kal was awake already and pacing back and forth. It seemed they had managed to escape the camp without being followed, they hadn’t heard or seen anyone in two days. She was immensely tired and her feet hurt from running barefoot through the woods. She was definitely not used to running for days. As a gaeth she should be used to working long hours, but at the farms she had learned she had no stamina and running had been even worse. It made her wonder what kind of work she had done before she lost her memory. With a blush she thought back to the soldiers, the kind of work they offered was probably a lot less tiring than what she has had to endure these last couple of days.
Still she enjoyed being back in the forest, out of the tent. Kal had provided food through hunting, so she hadn’t been hungry either. They had only eaten meat, none of the fruits she had thought she would be eating out here. Without Kal she would probably starve. Still, his grumpy moods and uncomfortable silences were one of the least enjoyable aspect of her days. He saved me, Eve reminded herself, and lost everything by doing so. No wonder that he wasn’t the friendly, happy man she knew before.
“Why did you do that?” Kal asked, he suddenly stood in front of her. They hadn’t talked about it since their escape.
“What do you mean? I didn’t do anything.” Eve replied, it was Kal that had attacked his superior, she hadn’t asked for his help, but now he looked angry, perhaps finally venting his frustration.
“You’re a gaeth, but when he wanted something from you, you hid from him, you looked terrified, just like when my men wanted you.” He sounded honestly confused.
“I was scared!” Eve cried out. “What did you expect?”
Kal flinched at her sudden outburst. “I expected a gaeth to behave like one. I protected you from my men because even for someone like you a group of soldiers can be too violent. But in the safety of my tent, you could’ve given that officer whatever he wanted.”
Eve picked up a stick and threw it at him. She was surprised at her own anger, a gaeth was never allowed to use any form of violence. “Someone like me? I am a person, just like anyone else and I did not ask you to stab him, I never asked for your protection!” She didn’t know why she was yelling, she was tired and scared, the birds around them had gone silent; she didn’t know who she was or what was happening to her, but it felt good to yell at someone.
Kal seemed to have his own plan for venting his frustration however. He grabbed Eve by her arm while dropping onto the tree trunk next to her, pulling her over his lap in one swift motion. It seemed protecting her did not include from himself as he pulled up her short black dress to bare her bottom. Eve squealed, but it didn’t help as Kal’s strong hand smacked her bottom. Eve struggled, but the military trained officer held her down easily, letting his hand rain down on her behind. The smacks echoed in the forest, accompanied by screams and moans and Eve’s kicking bare legs. She quickly surrendered to the sudden punishment, flinching at each smack, but trying not to fight. She realised how ungrateful she had sounded before. Kal had given up everything for her and she had responded by throwing a stick at him. She blushed deeply, not only because she was being spanked, but because for the first time she knew she deserved to be spanked. Of course that didn’t stop her from begging him to stop. Her bottom felt on fire from the relentless smacks. She tried to assure him that she was sorry and would amend her behaviour. Still, Kal didn’t stop until she was sobbing and very sore. When she finally got up she turned to look at him, he seemed calmer now. “I’m sorry. You were right, I should thank you for saving me.” She managed, trying to hide her shame.
Kal sighed and stood up as well, she was wrong, he didn’t seem calm at all, just… determined. “Pull up your dress.” He said. Eve blushed and pulled it up, gathering it above her hips. “We’re going, you’re walking in front of me so I can watch you and you don’t run away.” Eve blushed and started walking. She wanted to complain that she wasn’t going to run away, and why did her bottom have to be bared? For a moment she thought he wanted to look at her freshly spanked cheeks, but she remembered he didn’t like women that way. Suddenly however, she heard him break off a branch from a tree…

Here deep in the forest Eve walked in a shadowy world with occasional sunlight playing on the ground at her feet. Many of the small brushes had flowers; Eve couldn’t imagine being farther away from human civilisation. She couldn’t slow down to enjoy the beautiful surroundings however, because when she did, Kal swept the thin tree branch in front of him, striking her sore bottom. She already had a few red stripes across her cheeks; they were a constant reminder of her ungrateful behaviour. She wondered how long he was going to treat her like this and when he would return to his good-natured self. Perhaps never she thought, his life was changed now. He would never be able to go back to his friends because of her; back to the man he loved. She wanted to believe that he was cruel, that she didn’t deserve this treatment, but she knew this wasn’t true. What did Kal know about her after all? That she was a gaeth, found in the woods, but that she didn’t do as she was told and lashed out at the people that helped her. No wonder that he no longer treated her as a friend. “Kal, where are we going?” She asked, trying to spark a conversation.
“Somewhere nobody knows us.” He answered grimly.
Eve relaxed a little, so he wasn’t going to turn her in, which was something at least. “Kal, can we stop soon, I’m tired.” She said, using the sadness in her voice to try and get some sympathy. But then she heard the swish of the branch and pain suddenly blossomed across her bottom. She jumped up and moaned. Kal wasn’t in the mood for talking or slowing down. She increased her pace again, staying well in front of him.

When the sun finally hid behind the trees again Eve didn’t know what hurt more, her feet or her red striped bottom, but Kal finally told her they were going to stop for the night. He threw away the switch he had been using on her and looked her in the eye. “Can we go on without that tomorrow?” He asked her.
Eve didn’t know what to answer, but something told her he had finally regained his old composure. Instead she threw herself in his arms and hugged him.
Kal stepped back in surprise, but then held her. “You’re the strangest gaeth I have ever met. Did you know that?” Eve nodded against his chest and Kal stroked her hair. “No more complaining?” She shook her head. “No more throwing sticks?” She shook again. “And you’re going to do as you’re told and travel at a decent pace?”
Eve looked up at him. “I promise.”
Kal smiled and reached down her back, finally pushing her dress back down, the thin fabric just long enough to cover the red welts on her bottom.
They found a group of trees bunched together that would hide them from sight as they slept and Eve tried to make herself comfortable as Kal went in search of fresh water to fill his bottle. Safely away from his eyes she pulled the small pot of cream she had been hiding under her dress since she left the farm. With a blush she remembered the last time she had used it, but now she only had time to smear a thin layer across her sore backside. She had to save some for the future, her new friend wasn’t cruel, but he was strict…
When he returned to their hiding spot they decided to get some early sleep. She eased herself against his back, feeling safe with his body against hers. For a moment she wondered if it made him feel uncomfortable. But then she shrugged it off; he couldn’t be half as uncomfortable as she was with her bottom sore and stinging beneath her dress.

“I think we’re in Syr now.” Kal said the next day. They were walking side by side now; the forest was getting less dense.
Eve didn’t know anything about her past, but for some reason she had no problem placing Syr: one of the five realms in the high kingdom. Syr wasn’t a very important region, mostly farmland and rich merchants travelling between villages and cities. But she knew they had been travelling south, if they only now crossed the border into Syr, that meant they had come from the most northern realm: Braich. For the first time it seemed she knew something about herself, where she was and where she was coming from. “Why is Syr gathering soldiers?” She asked, as if it was normal for a gaeth to wonder about such things.
Kal answered her anyway. “Those aren’t Syr soldiers, we … they are from Braich, they’re heading east.”
Braich soldiers on Syr soil, it scared Eve more than she could explain. But Kal was leading them in a more western direction, to a safer place. There were only small villages in the west, on the borders of the high kingdom. Nobody would know them there. But secretly she did not want to return to a world with other people, a world where she was a gaeth. She wanted to stay in the forest. But she knew without Kal she wouldn’t survive out there on her own.


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A mean prank – part 1

Hey everyone

It’s been a while, but I finally have another story for you :)

Hope you like it. 


“Emma Timor is requested at the counsellor’s office. Emma Timor, to the counsellor’s office…”

Sarah smiled broadly as she heard the voice-com right after she had left the office. “I don’t want to get her in trouble, Sir.” She had said when visiting the counsellor herself. “I wouldn’t tell on a friend if I wasn’t really worried about her. It’s just …” She had put on her most sincerely concerned face. “My grandmother died of lung cancer not long ago and now seeing Emma smoking, I can’t help but worry.”
Sarah’s grandmother was still alive however and Emma had probably never in her life even touched a cigarette. She was a perfectly well-behaved student. This was probably the first time she was ever called to the counsellor’s office. The pack of cigarettes he would find in her purse had been planted there by Sarah, her so-called friend.
Sarah made her way to the tiny garden outside the counsellor’s office as she knew Emma must be making her way to that very office right now. She could sneak in and observe what happened through the office window. The scolding Emma would get would be ample payback for what she had done to her.

Emma and Sarah weren’t actually friends. In fact Emma was two years older and only knew Sarah as the annoying little girl that dated her younger brother. To Sarah, Emma was the older sister that was one of the most popular girls in school that always ignored her and refused to be her friend.
As an undergrad student, it had been hard for Sarah in this new environment and Emma had ignored her so completely she might have not existed. She felt full of righteous satisfaction as she was just in time to see Emma enter the counsellor’s office.

Shyly Emma entered the office. She had been here only once before – when her mother was very sick and she had been too emotional to participate in class – and the counsellor had really helped her then. Somehow that association made her fear he had bad news for her.
To the left stood the counsellor’s high wooden desk, but like last time he was seated in the comfortable leather sofa in the other corner. “Emma, please sit.” He indicated and her fear increased.
“Is something wrong, Sir?” She asked him.
“I just wanted to have a word with you Emma, is that ok?”
Emma sat down in the sofa and nodded, confused but relieved.
“You know that smoking is bad for your health, don’t you Emma?”
Emma’s confusion only increased. “Yes, Sir.”
“And that smoking on school property is forbidden for just this reason.”
“Of course, Sir.”
The counsellor looked at her expectantly, but all Emma could do was stare back in confusion.
“Emma. Have you been smoking on school property?”
Emma nearly gasped in surprise. “Of course not, Sir. I would never.” She coloured slightly red in anger at the accusation.
The counsellor mistook her blush for embarrassment however and continued. “You haven’t? Are you carrying any cigarettes with you right now?”
“No, Sir. I don’t smoke.” Emma said vehemently, crossing her arms.
“So you won’t mind me having a look in your bag then?” The counsellor asked.
Upset with the situation Emma grabbed her bag and handed it to him roughly. “Go ahead.”

Sarah looked in on the conversation. The glass window was only a single pane and she could hear every word being said. She had hoped for more than a friendly conversation, but she was sure that would change when he found the cigarettes she had hidden.
The councillor got up and placed the bag on his desk. Sarah smiled as she saw Emma stay behind in the sofa, sulky and with her arms crossed.
“What is this?” The councillor asked, showing the pack he found almost immediately.
Emma turned and coloured red as she saw what he was holding. “Those aren’t mine!” She said as she jumped up, she reached the desk in only three strides. Sarah almost laughed in glee at how distressed she looked.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find these?” The councillor asked. “Or that I wouldn’t look even when I asked?”
“No! They’re not mine!” Emma repeated.
The counsellor laid the pack on his desk and crossed his arms. Sarah readied herself; here came the scolding she had been hoping for… “Emma. People have seen you smoking and I found this pack in your bag myself. Denying it’s yours won’t do any good. Normally I’d give you a simple warning, but your behaviour makes it clear to me that will just not do.”
Emma coloured red and sputtered before replying. “But they aren’t… My behaviour, what do you mean?”
“Your refusal to acknowledge these as yours, Emma. You’re a grown woman; no-one here can stop you from smoking if you want, as long as it’s not on school property. Why are you denying they’re yours? It’s as if you’re denying you have a problem at all. I’ve been a student counsellor for many years Emma, I know a cry for help when I see one.”
Sarah had to dive behind one of the bushes to stifle her laughter. ‘A cry for help’. This was just too funny.

Emma stared open mouthed at the counsellor, unable to reply to his theory.
“Do you still live with your parents, Emma?” The counsellor asked her. “Maybe I can call them and we can discuss this together.”
“No, I mean yes, I mean I still live with them, but please don’t call them.” This time her blush was one of embarrassment. The counsellor might consider her a grown-up capable of her own choices. Her father would definitely not agree when it came to smoking.
“Why not, Emma? This is a problem and it should be dealt with.”
“But it’s not, they aren’t…” Emma blushed. “I mean, can’t we deal with it, just you and me?”
The counsellor’s look seemed to penetrate her. “How do you suggest we do that, Emma?” He asked.
Emma looked at the pack on the desk. “You should take away the cigarettes, Sir.” She said.
He smiled slightly. “I was going to do that anyway, Emma. But how is that going to help? You can just buy a new pack.”
Emma hesitated. “What would you…” She blushed. “What would you do if your daughter was caught smoking?”
“I would like her school counsellor to tell me, so we could deal with it privately.” The counsellor said.
Emma giggled nervously. “But what would you do?”
“That’s quite a private question Emma. How things are done at my home are none of your concern.”
Emma blushed deeply and a long silence stretched. “But if you’re suggesting I would treat you like I would treat my own daughter if she was caught smoking… You should know she’s a lot younger than you are and she’d get a good spanking on her bare little bottom.”
The silence stretched longer, until the counsellor picked up the pack of cigarettes and dropped it into a can. “Would you like me to call your parents now?”
Emma shuffled nervously. To face her father, or accept a spanking from the counsellor. Neither of them would believe the cigarettes weren’t hers. “No, Sir.” She whispered. “I’d like to deal with it just you and me.”

Sarah gasped as she peeked in through the window. The conversation had taken a turn she had never expected. She wondered if they were playing a trick on her; if they knew she had placed those cigarettes. But they didn’t suddenly open the window to catch her and when Emma bent over the counsellor’s wooden desk, her own heart rate increased.
The counsellor raised Emma’s skirt and revealed the sexy black, laced panties she wore. Even when being spanked Emma could look attractive, hot even. It was an intoxicating view, one of those times a girl would wonder whether she was not bi-sexual after all. It made Sarah wonder what Emma feared her parents would do, if she preferred this over them thinking she smoked.
The councillor used the flat of his hand to smack Emma’s bottom and the intimacy of it made Sarah’s lower belly clench. The sight was arousing her and when the councillor grabbed Emma’s panties to pull them down, she felt her own panties grow wet in excitement.
Emma herself however was squealing and moaning, the sounds of her discomfort clearly audible in the garden between every loud smack. She argued shortly against her panties being lowered, but the counsellor ignored her complaints. He pulled them down and told her his own daughter would get her bottom smacked bare as well.
Sarah sat with her nose nearly against the glass of the window, oblivious of being caught as she looked at the scene. Justice was being served she felt. A scolding she had hoped for, but what she was seeing now was even better. Absent-mindedly her own hand had pushed up her skirt and was touching herself. Not playing, she wouldn’t go that far. But somehow she couldn’t help but be excited at how good it felt to see Emma punished. Emma’s bottom was turning bright red and she on the other hand was clearly not enjoying her punishment. She sobbed and was on the edge of crying.

But before she did the counsellor stepped back and walked around the desk. Sarah jumped back lest he see her. He didn’t and instead picked the pack of cigarettes out of the can and dropped it in front of Emma’s red sweaty face. “Next time you feel the urge to smoke, think of this.” He said. “And if that doesn’t work, if you smoke again anyway, come back to my office and we’ll try again.”
Emma blushed and tried to nod as she lay, still bent over his desk. He sounded so sure, sure that she would give up herself for another spanking if she smoked again. No, not again, she reminded herself, she hadn’t done it before, she had almost forgotten. She could almost believe however, that if she did, she would indeed ask for his ‘help’ again. “Yes, Sir.” She said.
“Good. You can get up now and cover yourself.”
Emma blushed. She was afraid to move; afraid of how her sore bottom would feel. But she had almost forgotten how exposed she was to him. Being reminded now, she quickly pushed herself up. Her skirt dropped down and the soft fabric covered her sensitive bottom. She pulled it up and gasped in surprise seeing how red it was. Wincing she pulled up the soft black panties. They were uncomfortably snug.
“When you’ve composed yourself, you can leave. But remember our deal, Emma.”
“Yes, Sir.” Emma breathed deeply through her nose, composed her face and picked up her bag before heading towards the exit. When the spanking had started, she had sworn revenge on whoever had played this prank on her. Now all she wanted to do was get away as quickly as possible.
She didn’t see Sarah who had left the garden moments earlier and was already gone when she reached the bicycle stalls. It hadn’t occurred to her till now that she’d have to sit on the hard saddle all the way home with a sore red bottom. It almost made her cry after all. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It could be worse. She told herself. He could’ve told my father and he would’ve used his belt…


Keep an eye out for the next part to see if Emma gets her payback on Sarah, or if she has more evil pranks ready.

A little black dress – chapter 1

A couple of days ago, I sold my first copy of ‘a little black dress’. Amazon told me the buyer read the whole 200+ pages on their kindle in one day from start to finish. To me that feels like success. :)

To share this with more of you and promote the book a bit more, I’m posting the whole first chapter of the book today. Enjoy.

(read the prologue here)

Chapter one – New beginnings

Three days the girl had spent at the farm. She was not sent to work on the fields unlike in her previous experience, something she was very grateful for. The work in the kitchen however had proven not as hard, but certainly as difficult. The first time she had tried peeling potatoes she had done such a bad job she knew she would be sitting sorely that evening. Except that she hadn’t. There had been no punishment or angry words, instead she had been told to help with the dishes. Cleaning and laundry was what she did now, even though those were probably not the tasks most in need of help. She had almost forgotten her first encounter with the farmer, for how welcome she felt in his home now.

No, I am glad to help.” She said when one of the farmer’s sons had asked her to help in the stables, when his mother had told him he could do it alone. Mucking out the stables was a dirty job, but she felt she somehow had to earn their generosity. Also, like cleaning, it was one of those chores that were difficult to do wrong. It had been one of her daily chores at the previous farm, after they had realised she was useless on the fields. It was also at the bottom of their list of valuable contribution, which meant at the end of the day she only got a slice of bread, while the stronger male gaeth who had worked on the fields had gotten decent meals. That didn’t matter now of course; here she was actually welcome at the dinner table, almost as if she was part of the family. Little over a week ago, when she had complained about her unfair treatment and meagre meals, the farmer had put her across his lap, the ease with which he had done so still scared her and the spanking he had given her still made her wince. She didn’t remember ever being spanked before, as a gaeth it was unlikely her first spanking, but due to her lack of memories, it certainly felt that way. There had been no privacy as the farmhouse was just one big room and everyone had seen her kick and cry, struggling and exposed across his knee as he had punished her. Just remembering the embarrassment almost made her miss a step as she followed the farmer’s son to the stables.

Normally you started your life as a gaeth at an early age, young enough that nudity did not embarrass you yet and that being punished like a child was fitting, as you were still a child. But missing the memories of growing up this way made her live them anew as a young woman and showed her how embarrassing they really were. Still, the friendlier treatment of this family was making her reconsider how her life as a gaeth could actually be. Perhaps that first experience after her memory loss had not been the norm, or maybe she had gotten in trouble by not yet remembering how to properly behave as a gaeth.

The girl had introduced herself as Eve, the name she had adopted for lack of remembering her own. It was a common name, the stories of the Perchen told it was the name of the first daughter of the gods. The farmer’s name was Jake, he had two sons, the youngest was still out in the fields. She felt less clumsy with the big pitchfork than with the small kitchen tools. The stable looked remarkably the same as in the other farm. The oldest boy, Jack, named after his father, was a young man really and worked hard, wanting the dirty chore done with quickly, still she caught him looking at her often. She blushed every time he did. It was not the first time she had noticed and it had made her feel hot and cold at the same time. It was a strange combination, on the one hand she liked the way he watched her, liked how it made her feel about herself. But on the other hand it reminded her of how short her dress really was, how exposed her legs were and how vulnerable she could be should he desire less proper chores for an attractive female gaeth. Still, his mother would definitely not approve of that she knew.

It had been the subject of her first conversation with the farmer’s wife. It should have been an embarrassing subject, but somehow it wasn’t. “Really, I thought you’d see as much girls as men wearing the black.” The girl had said. It had been after the potato incident. The woman had actually apologised to her, claiming she didn’t know much about the work a female gaeth could do.

Oh no, not at all, not out here, out on the farms. The girls go to the cities, don’t they. They don’t want to do any heavy labour. Now I’ve never been to the city myself and I don’t like gossip and rumours, but it is said most of those girls serve the people on their backs.” The farmer’s wife had seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to while working and despite her self-acclaimed distaste of gossip she had repeated every story she had heard of the services gaeth girls offered in the city. “Of course you’re not like that, you’re out here among the farms, you know I recognize a good girl when I see one.” She had assured Eve when she started looking embarrassed. Of course Eve couldn’t remember her past, couldn’t remember if she had done any of the things the woman told her about the gaeth in the city. If she couldn’t remember doing those things, did that make them irrelevant to who she was now, or not?

She looked at Jack again, he was working too hard to see the blush on her face and Eve tried her best to steer her mind in another direction.

I hope you’re not angry with my dad any more.” Jack suddenly said. It was the first time he spoke since they had started their work.

Eve looked up in surprise. “Why would I be mad at him?” She asked.

Jack replied without looking at her. “You know, for what he did, when you first came here.” Eve was too surprised to respond to that. She might have been upset at the time, but that shouldn’t really matter if you were a gaeth. “It’s just, he wasn’t himself at the time.” Jack continued as if his father had done something horrible, maybe in the eyes of this family he had, they were so different from the previous family she’d met.

Oh no, it was fine.” Eve answered; her face must be beet red she thought. Still she didn’t want to seem complaining.

It’s just, only a day before you arrived a group of men came by. They forced their way into our house, not telling us what they were looking for as they turned the place upside down. They came and left on their horses, trampling everything in that field. Dad had been upset ever since and then you came along. Still, on your bare feet you couldn’t have done any damage compared to those horses.”

Jack had gotten all worked up telling her the story and Eve wanted to calm him down. “Well if they didn’t find what they were looking for they probably won’t come back.” She also tried to steer the conversation away from the embarrassing subject, the reminder that Jack had seen her out there on the field. But Jack seemed satisfied and together they finished their work in the stable.

A dark brown blanket closed off the small corner of the room she’d been sleeping in these last couple of days. There was only room for the straw-filled mattress and herself, but still it felt as the most generous thing anyone had ever done for her. In the previous farm she had slept in the hay in the attic. She had had more room back then, but the other male gaeth slept there as well, offering her no privacy. This straw mattress belonged to Jack who was now sharing with his brother. Apparently this was the arrangement they made when their aunt came over, but there was a huge difference between offering up a bed to family relative or to a gaeth.

Eve was sitting on the mattress, listening to the sounds of the family going to bed. She was waiting for the opportunity to take off her dress, she didn’t like sleeping in it because it would smell in the morning, but she didn’t want to undress while everyone was awake; the blanket used as a curtain only offered so much privacy. This had been proven to her on the first day, when Jack had pulled it aside. He had smiled at her and offered her a small clay pot. “This should help to ease some of the pain he had said. You know, because of what dad did, in the fields.”

Eve still had the small pot. Just remembering brought a blush to her face. It didn’t matter that he had seen she told herself, it was normal for a gaeth to get spanked. But a short “Thank you.” Was all she had managed at the time.

But that wasn’t what still made her blush three days later. It was what he had said after: “Do you want me to rub some of it on?” She wouldn’t have let him of course. She wouldn’t have to obey him in such a thing. It wasn’t gaeth work. But it was his mother who had saved her the need for answering his question. “Leave Eve alone and go to bed Jack.” She had said. Her son had obeyed with a sad smile and Eve had been left with the small clay pot.

Their conversation and Jack’s spying looks in the shed had made her remember the incident. Listening to make sure the family was asleep, she took off her dress and quickly hid under the small blanket she had been given. The ointment in the pot had smelled of herbs and when she had rubbed it on her bottom it had felt cool and soothing. The pain had disappeared as promised. Today, her cheeks felt soft and painless. No need to waste some of the precious ointment, but she could not stop herself. It had felt so nice and soothing, she just wanted to relive that night. Suddenly, with her fingers sticky with cream, she was thinking of Jack and how his hands would have felt. She blushed when she realised how aroused she was and embarrassed she tried to think of something else. She tried to put the cream back in the pot, but some remained on her fingers. Quickly she rubbed it off on her hips and reminded herself why she had needed in the first place. That brought back memories of the farmer hitting her bottom with her strap. It didn’t help, she had already spread the oily cream from her hips to her buttocks and then between her legs, over the inside of her thighs. She couldn’t stop herself thinking of Jake telling her to lift her skirt for a spanking, instead she tried to think of Jack wanting to rub her bottom for her which was slightly less embarrassing. The thought of those smacks even brought memories of the embarrassing and painful spanking over the mean farmer’s knee a week ago, still she could not stop herself until her fingers brought her to orgasm whilst she bit the straw-filled pillow to stop herself moaning and alerting the family. She felt embarrassed afterwards, but it didn’t take long before she fell to a warm and soothing sleep.

Light coming through the single small window in the house woke her. It was empty save for the farmer’s wife who was washing clothes in a small basin in the middle of the room. The curtain that had hid her in her little corner was gone. She reached for her dress next to her mattress but didn’t find it. “I hope you don’t mind.” The farmer’s wife suddenly said. “I see you wearing it every day. It was so dirty and I was washing anyway.” Eve now saw her dress hanging on a clothesline amongst the other freshly washed clothing. Having nothing to wear she pulled the small blanket from her bed closely around her. “Oh don’t worry.” Miranda said. “The men left hours ago to take care of the animals. I only took away the curtain after they left too.”

Eve suddenly realised she had been sleeping while everyone was already off to work. As a gaeth she should’ve been up early to earn her keep. The previous farmer would’ve never let her sleep this long. “I’m sorry for sleeping so long.” She said. “I will go and help with the work right away.”

Miranda laughed. “You’re going out like that?” She asked, pointing at the small blanket covering her naked body. “You’d only be a distraction dear. Just help yourself to some breakfast, by the time your dress is dry, you can accompany my boy Jack to the village, we need some goods from the market.”

Eve made her way to the small table with the blanket still wrapped around her. There was leftover bread, cheese and fresh eggs. Her rumbling stomach told her she was hungry so she obediently ate as much as she could before clearing the table. “Is there anything else I can do?” She asked when Miranda took over the leftovers to give to the chickens.

Go and empty the wash water, just pour it in the ditch outside. If you want you can use it to wash yourself first.”

Eve looked at the dirty grey water as the farmer’s wife left the house. It looked dirty, but not as bad as the mud on her feet. She had been able to wash every day since she came to this farm. But the nights were full of rain and there was mud everywhere. She seated herself on the stool and emerged her feet in the cold water. The mud came off easily from her feet and legs, she removed the blanket so she could wash up to her thighs, removing all the mud spatters she could find. It felt strange, sitting there, naked in a stranger’s home. She looked around, at the empty fireplace, the herbs hanging from the ceiling and the old wooden furniture. She didn’t have anything to dry herself, but the floor in the room was already wet from Miranda’s washing. She just let the water run down her legs. She rewrapped the blanket around herself and secured it with a clothespin between her breasts. A quick look at herself assured Eve that it decently covered her – at least as much as her dress would – from just below her shoulders to just past her hips. She took up the heavy basin of water and carried it outside.

Her dress was still quite moist when she pulled it on, sticking to her body, it didn’t cover her more than the blanket had and revealed her features more, but she felt more dressed and more decent than before. She had been helping Miranda with some sewing – at which she was surprisingly good – while they had waited for Jack to come back. She had pulled on the dress when they heard him on the courtyard and now they were heading towards the village. Jack was pulling the cart right now, on the way back when it would be full, she would have to help him with it. The muddy road felt slick beneath her feet and she was constantly looking out for sticks and stones that might bite the soft skin of her feet. She felt that for a gaeth travelling on bare feet hers were still remarkably smooth.
“Sorry about yesterday.” Jack said when the silence between them had grown uncomfortable. Eve didn’t know what to respond, so she just nodded. “I didn’t want to remind you of what had happened.” Jack continued, unsure what her nod meant. “It’s just … I’ve never seen a girl as beautiful as you before.”

The words came out without a stumble and Eve thought he might have practised them. Still they surprised her and made her feel warm inside. “Thank you.” She said, unsure what else she could say. She didn’t really know what she looked like, she didn’t remember. She was slim, like any gaeth that had to work hard for her food, her hair was brown and long, but that was about all she could tell. “It’s nothing … I’m not angry at anyone, I feel very welcome at your home.” She assured him. “And the cream really helped too.” She tried light-heartedly, just to be betrayed by a giggle and a blush. Jack smiled and Eve was glad he didn’t want to continue their conversation in that direction. Around them there were only fields and a few thickets of trees, birds filled the silence for the rest of their walk to the village.

The village itself was small, just about a dozen homes surrounding a large market square. There were more people present than could live there, most of them farmers, come to the market. Jack seemed to know everyone and greeted them all as he led her efficiently from stall to stall, gathering the goods they needed while Eve followed him silently, they had left the cart at the village entrance. He was bartering over the price of some reels of cheese as an older farmer suddenly gave his attention to Eve. “Hey girl!” He yelled. Eve turned around and noticed the old man pointing at her. Two young girls carrying heavy baskets filled with products from the market accompanied him. “Yes you, come here, I have some work for you.”

Eve wasn’t sure what to do, she was supposed to help Jack, but he hadn’t needed her so far. Jack had heard as well however and responded for her. “She already has work Mike!” He told him. “Mother sent her to help me today.”

The old farmer didn’t seem impressed. “Well, when you’re done with her sent her along to my farm. Your mother has two sons, she doesn’t need the extra help.”

So where does that farmer from the market live?” Eve asked as they were on the road back to the farm. She was pulling on one arm of the cart and Jack on the other. She had been thinking of leaving soon. The family was nice, but staying there wouldn’t help her remember who she was. Plus her feelings for Jack were getting a bit too uncomfortable.

Mike? Oh you don’t have to go work for him.” Jack answered. “He’s not a very nice man.”

Eve was surprised, but immediately felt inclined to believe him, Jack’s family had been very good to her and they would know who was friendly and who not in this area. She didn’t want to repeat her experience from a week ago. Still she was curious and asked him why not.

Well, you saw him in the village with his two daughters; they had to carry those heavy baskets while he didn’t carry anything himself. He always wanted sons, but his wife only gave him girls. Everyone knows he spanks them for any reason he can think of, even though they’re almost grown women now. Imagine what he’d do to a female gaeth who he could punish as much as he wants.” Eve didn’t know what to reply to this, but was thankful that Jake seemingly wanted to protect her. He misunderstood her silence however. “Unless you like that of course…” He said after a while.

Eve looked at him surprised. “Why would you think I like that?” She asked.

Jack blushed as he looked at her. “Oh uhm, no reason. I just thought I heard you … last night … never mind, no reason. It was a silly think to ask, no-one likes that.”

Eve turned away to hide the blush on her face. She knew what he had heard. She didn’t like being spanked, that’s not what it had been about. “I won’t be going to that farmer then.” She said. “A gaeth is free to go to where-ever she wants.” Was she telling Jack, she wondered, or reassuring herself?


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Chores and a spanking

Hey everyone

We were digging deeper into Emma’s past and last time I told you about the first time she had offered a sexual act as a trade for something else. I had planned then to go even further back to her first sexual experience.
I have since then changed my mind however and decided to write about something else first. As you are getting to know the past, you will be wondering what happened to this girl, what kind of woman has Emma grown into. How these events in the past influenced Emma will be shown in this story. We’re jumping eight years forward from the last story, to a weekend in may 2015.

Emma now is an independent single woman. She still longs, craves for that submissiveness in her life, but she is not attached to a single man. Emma lives by herself in a small apartment, she has many friends and lovers. While her submissive behaviour in the bedroom is apparent to her lovers, few know how deep those feelings run, but there are some. Emma likes the word ‘lovers’, it’s better than ‘fuck-buddy’ or ‘friend with benefits’, though those last might be a better description since love takes no part in what she does. That doesn’t mean she’s never been in love, but those few friends, those that keep coming back for more, they are nothing more than friends.

Some days more than others Emma wishes for a firm hand in her life. She wishes for it sexually, imagining how hot and excited discipline and spankings make her. She wishes for it mentally, knowing that some times a firm hand is exactly what she needs.
That weekend was one of those days. Saturday was a day she had marked in her calendar to catch up on her chores. There were many of them: run laundry, clean her bedroom, do the dishes, vacuum the living room, scrub the floors, dust the cabinets, vacuum the couch, clean the windows, … It had been weeks since her last chores, her home wasn’t just a mess, it was dirty.
A whole day alone with her chores was no attractive prospect however and Emma imagined she could make it more interesting by making it sexy. She imagined doing her chores for a strict master, keeping an eye on her. She undressed, keeping on just a pair of black panties, the kind that only covers the top part of your hips and leaves your buttocks exposed. The internet would have to provide the master. With fetlife – a bdsm-focussed social networking site – open she started her chores. She left a small wooden hairbrush placed next to her laptop.
Each time she passed her laptop, she checked it for new messages. She made sure people knew what she was doing and she felt sexy and exposed doing her chores. The hairbrush served as an extra incentive, for every time she checked her messages instead of working she gave herself ten swats on her exposed buttocks.

Time passed slowly and the chores even more slowly. Her bottom turned red quickly, but Emma caught herself checking her computer more and more often. At this rate she would never finish all her chores. Her plan was not working and she needed something more, a better incentive to help her focussed on what was important. Emma closed her laptop and picked up her phone. It was time to call for the aid of a friend.
This friend, we’ll call him Alex, she’d met on a night out with friends. He was one of those “friends of a friend” that had somehow ended up in her bed. More importantly however, Alex had a dominant streak about him, he had spanked her before and would be a good option as a dom, if they had any other common interests. Emma didn’t want a just a dom, she wanted a partner and one date with Alex had taught her that they would never become more than just lovers.

When she explained to Alex her situation, he agreed to come over and help her. He did not say how he would help and Emma spent a long half an hour waiting, wondering if she would have to finish her chores with a bright red bottom, or whether he had anything else planned.
Alex did not spank her when he arrived. He took one of her chairs and placed it in the middle of the room. Sitting on it he could see every corner of the apartment. “I’ll keep an eye on you while you do your chores.” He told her. “That’s what you wanted, right?”
Emma realized his plan when he took her laptop with him. He would allow no more distractions while she did her chores, only his eyes on her. It would be very effective and infuriating.
“Oh and I have to leave at seven, so if you’re not done by six thirty I will have to put you across my knee, so you better get to it.”
Emma’s excitement surged, and she set to her chores, that threat was all she had been longing for. She didn’t want that spanking per se, but knowing it was a possibility made her wet already.
“And take off those panties, I’d like a full view of my hardworking girl, please.”

Taking off her panties had been powerful. She had been almost naked anyway, but removing that last layer, at his command, had put him firmly in control. She was constantly aware of his eyes on her. Emptying and filling the dishwasher was no longer boring as she knew he was looking every time she bent over. Dusting the cabinets was much more interesting as he looked while she tiptoed and stretched to reach every spot. She scrubbed the floor, purposefully forgetting the mop stick and going on her hands and knees. Vacuuming made her hot and sweaty, the water to wash the windows ran down her arms and over her chest. She was no longer doing a boring set of chores, she was putting on a show.

All Alex did was watch, but with his help Emma finished her chores well before six and easily avoided that spanking. Alex decided he had time for a reward instead.
When he asked her, Emma admitted part of her had looked forward to a spanking. It was hard to be a good sub and do as she was told, yet at the same time wishing she could be naughty just so she could get that spanking. Alex took her across his knee anyway, for a good girl spanking as a reward for finishing her chores so quickly. It was perfect, Emma got to be a good submissive girl and still got the spanking she wanted. Slowly Alex smacked her bottom and made it hot and red, his fingers exploring her soaking wet pussy as he did made it much more enjoyable than the spanking she would have gotten if she had not finished in time.
Wet and hot from her spanking Alex pulled her up, setting her straddling his lap. After undoing his jeans he slid into her easily. Sitting on his lap, completely naked while he was still fully dressed, on a chair in the middle of the room, felt like the perfect ending to her chores. This is where he had been sitting, watching and waiting for her. His lips and teeth played with her breasts as his hands squeezed her red bottom and guided both of them to an orgasm.

I hope you all liked this story and got a better idea what kind of girl Emma has become. Next time we’ll be going back to her past to see the things that made her who she is.

A little black dress – finished!

Hello everyone, it’s finally finished!

A little black dress is a fantasy novel littered with eroticism and spanking scenes. Unlike the over-used romantic story of “woman falls in love with man with a kinky fetish” this story is a classical fantasy story with interesting characters and a real plot. Spankings are not what this story is about, they are just there to spice things up.

Below you can read the prologue of this novel.
If you are interested in reading the rest of the story, you can now find it as an e-book on amazon for kindle (links below)


There were no crops in the fields around her, just some small green weeds that might or might not grow into something later. “But there isn’t even anything here to steal.” She stated the obvious. “I was on my way to the farmhouse.” She had seen it from the road, just past this one field. She had even approached the farmer when she had seen him come out on the field. But as she gave her explanation she raised her dress in obedience to the farmer’s wishes. Her last experience just a week ago had taught her not to delay with excuses. The mud of the field covered her bare feet and splatters of it reached all the way to her knees, but above that she was naked to the waist, nothing marring her soft pale skin. The black dress, hoisted above her hips, was all she was wearing, one of only two items she owned, the dress and the leather strap the farmer held in his hand.

“I don’t know what your plan was, why you decided to walk through my fields and not use the perfectly good path that lies but a few minutes from here and would have led you straight to our front door. Maybe you’re telling me the truth, maybe you’re just a silly girl that made a mistake. But stealing or no stealing, you’re still trespassing and mistakes have to be paid for.” He had walked around her and the small leather strap landed with a loud thwack across her bottom. She clenched her teeth as the farmer positioned himself behind her. He took his time, once more the strap flayed her bottom and she yelped in pain, he let the pain sink in, let the situation sink in as a cool breeze from the open fields stroked her stinging bottom and once more the strap landed replacing the cold with heat. Last week she had tried to hide her pain, too embarrassed and stubborn to cry. She had learned it would only encourage them to continue until they got the result they wanted, but not today, today she yelled.
The farmer handed her the strap after those three strokes and told her to cover herself. She let the dress fall and felt the rough wool chafe against her bottom, only three smacks, but it still hurt, she could almost see the broad red stripe the strap must’ve left behind. But only three, she wondered if showing her pain instead of hiding it had helped, or whether this man was less cruel than the other. She did not have much experience as a gaeth after all.

Being a gaeth was al she knew was true about herself. She had no memories older than two weeks, no recollections of her past before waking up in a stable owned by a cruel farmer. But she was wearing the black dress, cheap wool that fitted her body snugly and the leather strap, hung from a metal ring sewn on her dress at the hip. The dress symbolized what she was, did she really want to remember her past? Did she want to remember who had turned her into this person, her parents who had sold her to the people? They probably had their reasons, no-one would choose this life for their daughter, but sometimes it was the only way to get out of debt.
Selling you to the people they called it, but in reality they sold you to the Perchen. They called themselves a religious order, perhaps they were, but what they definitely were is rich. They offered to pay your debts for you, all of them, if you had a son or daughter to join their order. You didn’t really join them however, instead you became gaeth and you had to serve the people. All your possessions were taken from you and you would be dressed in black and given a small leather strap to hold.
In the religious tales told by the Perchen, gaeth were the children of the gods. They were on earth to serve the people. Their rules were paradoxal; a gaeth is free, they can go where-ever they want, but at the same time they have to serve anyone that asks or sets a task for them; they have no possession that was not given to them by the Perchen, but after finishing a desired task, the one who set it is obliged to offer them food and a place to rest; no harm is allowed to a gaeth by law, yet they are but children and like children they can be punished, the leather strap is a symbol for the only way a gaeth should be punished, they are children and a spanking is the way for them to learn from their mistakes.

She knew all this, yet she didn’t know who or where she was as she followed the farmer to his farmhouse. She wondered what had happened to her, but al she needed now was something to eat and a place to rest. The farmer would offer her that, if she did her share of work. She wondered what he would ask of her. In the previous place she had stayed, there had been two male gaeth, they had done all the heavy work on the fields and had been rewarded with good decent food. The farmer had thought her too weak for the work and had her do some dirty chores and then only gave her some bread to eat. When she had complained he had put her across his lap, the ease with which he had done so still scared her and the spanking he had given her still made her wince. She didn’t remember ever being spanked before, it probably wasn’t her first spanking, but due to her lack of memories, it certainly felt that way. There had been no privacy as the farmhouse was just one big room and everyone had seen her kick and cry, struggling almost naked over his lap as he had punished her. Just remembering the embarrassment almost made her miss a step.
Normally you started your life as a gaeth at an early age, young enough that nudity did not embarrass you and that being punished like a child was fitting as you were still a child. But missing the memories of growing up as a gaeth made her live them anew as a young woman and showed her how embarrassing they really were. All she could hope was that with time her memory returned, and these feelings became normal.

The farm looked remarkably the same as the previous. She had introduced herself as Eve, the name she had adopted for lack of remembering her own; it was a common name, that of the first daughter of the gods, the first female gaeth according to the stories. The farmer had two sons out in the fields and a wife who she was now helping. She felt clumsy with the small knife she was using to peel the potatoes. The small wooden stool felt hard against her sore bottom and she feared she was doing such a bad job with the potatoes that it might get even worse soon.
“You haven’t much experience with potatoes do you?” The wife suddenly said, Miranda her name was.
“No miss.” Eve answered her. She looked as apologetic as she could, hoping she didn’t disappoint too much. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh no, don’t worry, here give them to me, you can go ahead and wash the cabbages.” She took the knife from her hands and took over. “You probably never had to do anything like this before, I’m sorry, we’ve never had a female gaeth here you know, I just don’t know what kind of work you’re used to.”
Eve looked up with a surprised look, the wet cabbage in her hands. She didn’t know what work she was used to either, so she couldn’t talk about that, instead she asked: “Really, I thought you’d see as much girls as men wearing the black.”
“Oh no, not at all, not out here, out on the farms. The girls go to the cities, don’t they. They don’t want to work the fields. Now I’ve never been to the city myself and I don’t like gossip and rumours, but it is said most of those girls serve the people on their backs.” The farmer’s wife seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to while working and despite her distaste of gossip she repeated every story she had heard of the services gaeth girls offered in the city. “Of course you’re not like that, you’re out here among the farms, you know I recognize a good girl when I see one.” She assured Eve when she started looking embarrassed. Of course she couldn’t remember her past, couldn’t remember if she had done any of the things the woman talked about or whether she had come from the city. If she couldn’t remember doing those things, did that make them irrelevant to who she was now, or not?
“I hope Jake – that was her husband – didn’t get angry at you for crossing the field, I heard him curse that someone was out there again, that was you, wasn’t it?” The conversation had taken a sudden turn when she had run out of gossip.
“Oh no, it was fine.” Eve answered, not sure she should tell her about the short punishment she had received, she didn’t want to seem complaining, everything seemed to be going well. “That was me yes, I’m sorry I didn’t know there was a path just ahead.”
The farmer’s wife smiled. “Oh don’t worry about it, I don’t think your small bare feet would do any damage to our crops. It’s just that about a week ago a group of men on horses passed by. They forced their way into our house, not telling us what they were looking for as they turned the place upside down. They came and left on their horses, trampling everything in that field, Jake’s been upset ever since, but what could we do, there were a dozen of them and they had swords.”
The woman had gotten all worked up telling her the story and Eve wanted to calm her down. “Well if they didn’t find what they were looking for they probably won’t come back.” She looked as reassuring as she could and at the same time wondered if this family was so different that she only had gotten punished because of some unfortunate circumstance. When they were ready with the food and the farmer and his boys got back from the fields and they offered her a seat at their table to share their food she was very grateful and hoped she’d meet more families like this one and less like the previous farmer she worked for.


A trade

Hello everyone

You know now how Emma became interested in the art of seduction, in using her body to get what she wanted. If you don’t, go read my previous story. I call what she did seduction, but at the start there was not much to it. These things need practice, experience and self-confidence. Emma was not a virgin, she had lain with a man before, but this is not the same as offering sex, offering yourself, as a trade for something else.
This story takes place only two weeks after the previous one. Emma had learned from her stepfather that her body was a valuable asset when it came to getting what she wanted. With him it had only been about getting away with an expensive phone bill and all he had done was look at her. Now she wanted something more, not from her stepfather, she was not ready for that, but from someone more impressionable.

It was not really necessity that drove her to it. Help would be welcome, but if she wanted to, she could have done without. A school assignment was what Emma had planned to use as an excuse to delve deeper in this discovery of herself. She had three more days to finish this assignment. It would be a close cut to finish in time, unless she asked someone’s help. She had chosen a boy in her class, his name was Michael. Michael didn’t have a lot of friends, he was the quiet type. Most importantly, Michael always had his assignments done in time. Emma had picked him because she thought he would welcome the attention of anyone, especially a girl and he would not brag about it afterwards either.
Emma approached him during a break between classes. When she asked him if he could help her with her assignment, he looked surprised. She had rarely spoken to him, but he seemed happy for her request. Just like she had thought, he jumped at the opportunity to help her. When he asked her if they should arrange a time to meet and work on it together, Emma reacted hesitantly. “Couldn’t you just do it for me?” She asked. Michael reacted disappointed, his hope quickly dissipating, afraid she just wanted to take advantage of him. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Emma said. “I’ll pay you back.”
“How?” Michael asked.
Emma grinned, already feeling the coming success. She wasn’t very seductive she knew, too straightforward, but this was her first time. “Use your imagination.” She said. “I could do anything you like.” Michael blushed slightly but did not respond. “Are you a virgin?” Emma asked, blushing herself that she had to spell it out for him. “Have you ever had a blowjob?” She asked. Both times Michael shook his head, telling her he hadn’t. “Meet me after school if you want one.” Emma said. “I can give you my work on my assignment then. If you still want to help me with it.”

The end of the schoolday had approached quickly and Emma found herself waiting in the small alley behind the school. All the other students had already left and Michael hadn’t appeared. If he thought she was pulling a prank on him, he might not show up. Just as she was about to leave however, she saw him approaching from the other side. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” She said.
Michael looked very nervous. “I wanted to help, are you really going to…”
Emma managed a smile, it was easy to hide her own nervousness now that she could see how he was. “If you want me to.” She said. “No-one is here to see.”
He looked away from her, quickly scanning the street. “Here?” He asked.
Emma stepped closer to him, this wasn’t her first time pleasing a man, she had nothing to be worried about. She reached for the buttons of his pants, they were already stretched to bursting. “Where else?”
Michael didn’t object and thus she undid the buttons and zipper of his jeans. He wore plain navy blue boxers, thrust forward through the opening. She got on her knees before him, the sidewalk tiles were hard and her skirt was too short to protect her bare knees. Using both hands she pulled down his boxers and she could hear him gasp. His erect penis was fully swollen, inches from her face. He wasn’t big, but not too small either, he smelled clean. She felt excited herself, her panties would soon be wet through and through. She reached inside his boxers with her left hand and cupped his balls, knowing her previous lover had loved that. Michael groaned audibly. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.” She said, before taking him in her other hand and leaning closer. She stroked him softly with her hand, planting a few wet kisses along his shaft. When she took the tip between her lips he trembled softly. The noises he made, made her feel powerful. She looked up at him an traced the full length of his cock with her tongue, massaging the tip with her fingers. She opened her mouth to take him inside her and he suddenly moaned. “I’m going to…” He didn’t finish the words before Emma felt the hot sticky goo on her cheek, dripping from her chin. For a moment she felt upset, he was supposed to warn her so she could take it in her mouth and not make a mess. But at the same time she felt proud, proud that she had been able to make him cum so fast.
“I’m sorry.” Michael said. “I couldn’t stop it.”
Emma smiled up at him, still sticky with his mess. “It’s ok.” She said. “It was your first time. You’ll do better next time.” She fished a handkerchief from her purse.
Michael quickly covered himself as she got up. “Next time?” He asked.
“Of course. Unless… You don’t want to help me with more of my schoolwork?”
For the first time Michael seemed calm. “Of course, I’d love to help you. Do you have your work? I’ll finish it for you right away.” He had a sense of purpose and Emma knew her work would be done perfectly.

Later that night Emma lay on her bed. She’d had a relaxing evening of watching tv. Thanks to Michael she had no work to do for just a small price. She imagined she could still taste him in her mouth, though she had dinner since. After switching off the light and retiring to bed, the scene kept replaying in her head. Her hands slipped beneath the blankets, inside her panties and she found her pussy wet and waiting.
Playing with herself, slowly she formed her own version of what had happened earlier that day. In her head Michael was not a nervous guy, unsure of what was going to happen. He was confident, in her version he was in charge. He told her what he wanted from her, told her he expected a reward for his work. When she knelt in front of him, his hand grabbed her hair. He pulled it so it just hurt a little, holding her in place so she could not go anywhere. His cock filled her mouth completely and he made her work hard for his cum. When she finally received it, he told her to swallow it and then thank him, not just for doing her work, but for letting her suck his cock.
She came trembling, her thighs sticky against the wet mattrass. When she dozed of to sleep she wondered, maybe next time she should pick someone more confident then Michael. Someone like the man in her fantasies.

I hope you liked this story as we dig deeper in Emma’s past together. Don’t forget to comment or message me with your questions. Next time we’re going further back, to Emma’s first sexual experiences.

First seduction

Good morning everyone

A week ago I told you about Emma’s first spanking. You got to know Emma as a sexually confident person. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to reach for it. Emma knew she was attractive, knew she could use her body to seduce any man. Like any girl she knew how to get a boys attention, she knew she would get their help quicker just for the way she looked.
But today I will tell you how she learned she could get a lot more and all she had to do was offer a little more herself. This story takes place almost half a year before the previous one.

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Just some pictures

Hey everyone

With restarting the blog, I went through the linksin our blogroll and deleted all the old links of no-longer active sites.

I also added a link to Perrin’s tumblr where he shares some very nice spanking pictures.
And decided to show some of the best I found here. :)

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Sophie’s student job

Hello everyone, my name’s Perrin and I’m the lucky guy that gets to share this blog with two lovely girls.

Emma has already shared some of my stories in the past, but from now on I’ll be posting them myself. I don’t have a backstory or picture as interesting as “kinky-emma”. Instead I will make a good start with a sexy new story for you to enjoy.

I hope you will all enjoy Sophie’s student job.

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