Spank Her: A Sapphic Spanking Collection

By Viola Ryder and Luna Lawson

From anonymous encounters to historical forbidden love and everything in between, this collection of five sapphic spanking stories are sure to bring some sweet burn into your life. 

Spank Me Out of Bed 
Sometimes Domestic Discipline is what's needed to drag a sleepyhead out of bed. 

Craving Correction
A Domme teaches her pet a much-needed lesson. 

A Lady's Temptation
The Mistress of the Manor discovers her hidden desires. 

A Lady's Punishment
Historical forbidden love continues...

 

A Bruised Butt for a Broken Heart
The RX for heartbreak is always fisting and spanks. We don't make the rules. 

Join authors Viola Ryder and Luna Lawson in this steamy collection of sapphic spanking adventures! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emerald Fern Press
• Release date: Jan 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224873234

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Spank Her

A Sapphic Spanking Collection

Viola Ryder, Luna Lawson

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Emerald Fern Press

Copyright © 2024 by Viola Ryder

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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Book Cover by Viola Ryder

Formatting by Atticus

1st edition 2024

Contents

1.Spank Me Out of Bed

2.Craving Correction

3.A Lady's Temptation

4.A Lady's Punishment

5.A Bruised Butt for a Broken Heart

Note from the Authors

About the Authors

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Spank Me Out of Bed

domestic discipline helps a sleepyhead get out of bed

I jolt awake to the sound of my alarm, heart pounding in my chest. Shit, I overslept again! I scramble out of bed, nearly tripping over the pile of clothes on the floor. My eyes dart around the room, trying to find my bra and panties.

Come on, come on! I mutter to myself as I fumble through the dresser drawers. Finally, I find what I'm looking for and hastily pull them on, barely taking the time to adjust the straps.

I brush my teeth furiously, not even bothering to rinse properly, before grabbing my hairbrush and attempting to tame my unruly auburn locks into something resembling a style. It's no use though; my hair seems to have a mind of its own this morning.

Fuck! Late again, I scold myself as I slip on my shoes and grab my bag. I take one last look in the mirror, grimacing at my disheveled appearance.

Hey there, sleepyhead, Jeannie greets me as I enter the kitchen. Her expression is kind, but there's a hint of concern in her eyes.

Sorry, sorry, I apologize breathlessly, grabbing a slice of toast from the toaster and slathering it with jam. I overslept.

Again?

Again, I confirm, taking a bite of the toast. It's dry and tasteless, but I don't have time to care.

Jeannie sighs heavily, shaking her head. This can't keep happening, Rose. You're going to lose your job if you keep showing up late.

I know, I know, I say, swallowing hard. Guilt twists in my gut, but I push it aside. There's no time for that right now.

For as long as I can remember, I've had difficulty waking up on time. Nothing seems to help. I've tried everything. Going to bed earlier, multiple alarms, even a little bracelet that shocks me awake and... still late.

Always late.

Always late.

Jeannie looks at me over her cup of coffee and sighs heavily.

Babe. You know how much I love you and want to help you. Jeannie begins, an uncharacteristically serious expression on her face. It might be time to start thinking outside the box. Looking at different solutions.

I stare at her blankly. Like what? One of those weird lights that are supposed to mimic the sun? I think that might be a waste of money.

She smiles and sips her coffee. "No, I was thinking something a little harder to ignore, something that kind of taps into the primal side of your brain, it's goal oriented, but it has consequences too."

I have no idea what on earth she could be talking about. My primal brain appears to be run entirely by coffee and chaos. Still, Jeannie always has the best ideas and if she has one that can solve this ongoing issue, it would be ridiculous not to hear her out.

Jeannie takes a deep breath and reaches out to touch my hand. I've given this a lot of thought. What if we explored something called domestic discipline? Have you heard of that? We could set goals for you - goals like getting up on time and making sure you eat breakfast. If you don't meet them, there will be consequences. Maybe that would help?

I freeze, my toast halfway to my mouth. I'm not sure what I was expecting... but it wasn't that.

The words hang heavy in the air, and I can see the sincerity in Jeannie's eyes. She genuinely believes this could be a solution to my perpetual tardiness.

What exactly... does domestic discipline involve? I ask cautiously, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jeannie takes a deep breath before responding, choosing her words carefully. It's about establishing structure and accountability within our relationship. We would set expectations and consequences together. For example, if you were late again, we might agree that you would receive a spanking or some other form of physical discipline as a tool to help you remember.

I take another bite of my tasteless toast, mulling over Jeannie's words. The idea of being spanked by Jeannie is both terrifying and arousing, but the thought of setting goals and facing consequences for not meeting them does hold a certain appeal.

Perhaps it's the structure I need, a way to hold myself accountable for my perpetual lateness.

Jeannie sets her coffee cup down gently, her eyes locking onto mine.

Rose, we both know that your tardiness is affecting your professional life. And it's not just that; it's seeping into every aspect of your life, including our relationship. We can't keep brushing it off as if it's a small issue.

Her words hit me with a greater force than I anticipated, stirring a mix of emotions within me. Shame, frustration, and a hint of gratitude for Jeannie's unwavering support.

Leaning back against the counter, I take a deep breath and nod slowly. Okay...so, how would this work exactly?

Jeannie's face softens with relief, her concern transforming into a glimmer of hope. She reaches out and takes my hand in hers, her touch grounding me in the moment.

We would start by sitting down together and discussing the expectations and goals we want to set, she explains gently. We'll identify the areas that need improvement, like waking up on time, having a proper breakfast, or being organized at work. Then, we'll agree on the consequences if those goals aren't met.

I feel a flicker of nervous excitement in my chest. It's as if Jeannie has presented me with a lifeline, a chance to break free from the cycle of lateness that has plagued me for so long.

And the consequences? I ask tentatively, trying to envision what this new