Like
all authors, I look for opportunities to talk about my writing. So foremost, I
want to thank Michelle for the chance to post some information on a story I
wrote.
No
matter where you live, I’m sure you’ve come across some rather interesting laws
and regulations. In Alberta we have a law that states “Businesses
must provide rails for tying up horses.” The fact that it may be illegal to
ride a horse in most cities has not made the law disappear. Some other laws
have come about because the authorities have given up trying to control poor
behaviour. An example of this was when prohibition ended, many governments set
up Liquor Control Boards/Commissions in the belief if they couldn’t stop people
from drinking, then at least they could set up rules on how people did so.
I decided to have some fun and make up a few laws in a
story called Be Careful What You Wish For.
In this medieval/fairy tale story the authorities had given up on trying to
stop the nasty habit of kidnapping damsels so they set up rules for the
kidnapping and the treatment of the damsels.
One of regulations states: “A damsel may be
kidnapped and taken against her will under the following conditions. One, the
kidnapper is considered a man of honour. Two, the damsel is kidnapped for
purposes of romance or lust and not financial gain. And three, the kidnapping
must be done at night, and not less than a three-quarter moon.”
Of course one law
led to another, such as how the damsel may be gagged. Such is bureaucracy, once
they have a regulation they just want to add to it.
The
story is published by Samhain Publishing, http://store.samhainpublishing.com/careful-what-wish-p-6220.html and is also
available from Amazon, http://www.amazon.ca/Careful-What-You-Wish-ebook/dp/B004EHZQO0.
Blurb:
Fairy Godmothers don’t always know what’s best. Or do they?
“If love is pain, I want to be hurt!”
It must have been her distress over being dumped by Sir Justin that made Princess Lilly less than precise expressing her wish to her Fairy Godmother. Otherwise, she would not have ended up the indignant prisoner of Sir Gawain, a vile knight who wouldn’t know how to properly treat a princess if the instructions whacked him upside his armored helm.
She should be angry, but she has no one to blame but herself, and no way out. The Kidnapping of Damsel Laws are very specific—once she is taken, she has no choice but to submit to his seduction. Every kiss, caress…and spanking.
Still, she’s determined not to make it easy for him. If he thinks he will bend her to his delicious…no, barbaric intentions, he has a serious flaw in his logic. Yet as he carefully executes his plan of exquisitely pain-laced pleasure, she finds her body responding quite against her will. And her mind racing with immoral thoughts that threaten her jealously guarded virtue.
Until there is a very small, tiny, remote possibility that Sir Gawain might win her hand…
Fairy Godmothers don’t always know what’s best. Or do they?
“If love is pain, I want to be hurt!”
It must have been her distress over being dumped by Sir Justin that made Princess Lilly less than precise expressing her wish to her Fairy Godmother. Otherwise, she would not have ended up the indignant prisoner of Sir Gawain, a vile knight who wouldn’t know how to properly treat a princess if the instructions whacked him upside his armored helm.
She should be angry, but she has no one to blame but herself, and no way out. The Kidnapping of Damsel Laws are very specific—once she is taken, she has no choice but to submit to his seduction. Every kiss, caress…and spanking.
Still, she’s determined not to make it easy for him. If he thinks he will bend her to his delicious…no, barbaric intentions, he has a serious flaw in his logic. Yet as he carefully executes his plan of exquisitely pain-laced pleasure, she finds her body responding quite against her will. And her mind racing with immoral thoughts that threaten her jealously guarded virtue.
Until there is a very small, tiny, remote possibility that Sir Gawain might win her hand…
Excerpt:
“I’ll
undo your ankles so you can walk. If you don’t come along nicely with me I will
carry you instead.” Sir Gawain untied her ankles and then checked the ropes
around her wrists. “We don’t want you to be able to escape now, do we?”
“Whatever,”
she said in an exasperated princess-like tone.
He
grinned. “Such an attitude.” He touched the rope around her arms and torso.
“This seems to be a little loose.” He undid the knot and pulled the rope and
tied it tighter than before.
Lilly
made a small princess moan as her breasts slipped past the gown’s neckline.
“You
look very fine indeed now, my princess. Come with me.”
Princess
Lilly held her head up high and followed the despicable Sir Gawain. She knew
she couldn’t escape him by running and hated the undignified thought of being
carried.
She
crossed the grounds and stepped inside his castle. Several servants bowed and
curtsied as they went by. Lilly knew her breasts and erect nipples were exposed
for all to see but being a princess she carried herself as if she was properly
dressed, tied ropes not withstanding.
“Are
you worried what is going to happen to you?”
“No.
I cannot control what you will do with me. I hope you will feel bound by the
laws you used to kidnap me and not try to impregnate me and will release me in
one week.”
“Of
course I will abide by those conditions. Up the stairs please.”
Lilly
looked around. The small castle was well appointed with rich furnishings and
decor. The thick carpet felt soft under her tender princess feet. “Well at
least your castle has some pretence of civilization, unlike you.”
“Insulting
me before your spanking, Princess? A bit risky I would say.”
“I
am prepared for what you may do to me. I will accept your spanking as you have
that right under the law. I am a kidnapped damsel and will obey the laws as I
live under our laws fully. Perhaps you may have had the opportunity to have
someone read them to you.”
Sir
Gawain laughed. “Excellent, my princess, you do have fight in you. Your room is
just to our right.”
Lilly
entered the room and looked around. The bedroom had a four-poster bed in the middle
with a table along one wall. She saw the silvery moon shine through the open
window and then turned her attention to the far wall where an open door led to
a washroom. Lilly looked inside and saw it contained a large soaking tub along
with a table full of small vessels. She peered at them and concluded they
contained the usual oils and soaps she had in her own bathroom. Lilly turned
around and looked back along one wall where ropes, metal cuffs, chains and
whips hung. Next to them was a wardrobe and she opened the doors, revealing
various garments.
“They
are for you to wear. I believe they will all show off your beauty and make you
feel more comfortable.” He pointed to a braided rope hanging next to the head
of the bed. “If you require anything, simply pull the cord and servants will
come immediately.”
“Anything
but my freedom, I presume.”
He
smiled. “I will untie you now and then later I will give you your first
spanking.”
“My
first? You plan to spank me on a regular basis?”
He
began to untie her ropes. “Don’t you agree as a kidnapped damsel you will need
more than one discipline? I am sure you do not plan to give in easily.”
“I
won’t be giving in at all. I can quite assure you.”
“If
you are worth kidnapping then surely you must agree I need to do whatever is at
my disposal to convince you, pleasant and otherwise.”
She
sighed as she rubbed her arms and wrists. “I see your point there.”
