I have been quiet lately dear spankos, but do let me assure you that for the moment, I’m still on the loose and penning fiction of a disciplinary nature just as fast as my keyboard worn nubs will allow – *nub* *nub* *nub*.
Currently in the works are the final chapters of the surreal spanking tale Ada’s Vengeance, which is running as a series on Bethany’s Woodshed and details the life and times of one Miss Ada, an angry and vengeful wench who sets out to kill an old man and ends up unraveling the secrets of space and time themselves (whilst getting her ass tanned by a shadowy Master of all that is Real and Unreal.) It has science in it! Sort of.
IRL, I recently discovered that making impromptu attempts at exploring Mr Metal’s rear entry points was grounds for a spontaneous spanking. That is to say, the spanking occurred instantly and without any form of warning whatsoever. Apparently anal spelunking is out where Mr Metal is concerned.
Be well brats, bratlings and brat wranglers.
