tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118103732024-03-12T20:08:52.286-04:00Breanna's Story WorldM/f spanking stories (mostly fiction, some non-fiction) written by Breanna Carter and friends :)Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.comBlogger287125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-83856335234231513882021-04-20T04:20:00.001-04:002021-04-20T04:20:03.100-04:00True Story: A Friend's Visit<div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="proximanova, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #242f33;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; letter-spacing: 0.15px; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E7VBSeAyjRKcf9HsA2dxO3YQN-oPhQbtGQ4qHAS-bKE8mIBJX67Fd_5XayCpF0kt3cw_CemLfzzKClGOS9K76Ehe3iXzrWPpBZiO3log7jojT8QQRstyDHyR5xfI4pjfU8bL/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1086" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E7VBSeAyjRKcf9HsA2dxO3YQN-oPhQbtGQ4qHAS-bKE8mIBJX67Fd_5XayCpF0kt3cw_CemLfzzKClGOS9K76Ehe3iXzrWPpBZiO3log7jojT8QQRstyDHyR5xfI4pjfU8bL/w640-h426/DDCC457E-428F-45F5-AA7F-A1860712EB0E_1_105_c.jpeg" width="640"></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.15px;"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="proximanova, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #242f33; letter-spacing: 0.15px;"><br></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="proximanova, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #242f33; letter-spacing: 0.15px;">Happy 4/20! As any reader of my fiction stories knows, getting spanked for the use of mind-altering substances is probably my favorite scene. We'll potentially explore why in future blog entries. For now, enjoy this snippet from a journal entry in 2010 (age 24) when a friend from South America came to visit me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face="proximanova, helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #242f33; letter-spacing: 0.15px;"><br></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span></span></span></div><a href="http://breannastoryworld.blogspot.com/2017/06/from-2010-friends-visit.html#more">Read more »</a>Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-6544754780563590992021-01-24T15:19:00.006-05:002021-01-24T15:19:49.804-05:00Starting Over: Violet Makes Amends (spanking scene only, M/F)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 499px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; overflow: hidden; width: 624px;"><img height="499" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Q4v7CPWbcdLF7ZwbhYNVPNAsOKNwOEpVfOY8HI2iQONrqKhnZKT5c-EpFFiQEUi8eDle_nyEp1EqT8lff4Y9VmP7F6KRsY_uv5_9oNK5WVuK-uN35c5_VKIqHc-csdxvQE9eyHXk" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="624"></span></div><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-aec1c1c2-7fff-bc76-0697-a65564791268"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><p> <i>Short spanking scene from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/starting-over/" target="_blank">Starting Over</a>. This is from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.com/2020/12/30/chapter-18-violet-makes-amends/" target="_blank">Chapter 18</a>.</i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;">-----</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;"><br></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“21 to 13, Esperanza. Pathetic.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-179166dd-7fff-d623-367f-9a726d02f247" style="font-weight: normal;"><br></b></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“Fuck off!” I said jokingly. “But you’re right. I guess that’s eight swats, yeah?” We shouted to hear each other over the storm. The streets were deserted... it almost didn’t feel like city life. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br></b></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Before Izaak could respond, I turned around and bent over to (sorta) touch my toes, providing him with a full view of my soaked ass, shorts pasted to my skin. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span></span></p><a href="http://breannastoryworld.blogspot.com/2021/01/starting-over-violet-makes-amends.html#more">Read more »</a>Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-91733164717692719472020-12-30T16:31:00.005-05:002021-01-24T14:24:33.171-05:00One of my first spanking stories...<p> When I was in 5th and 6th grade, I wrote a (really awful) story about a boy who was sent to live with his strict uncle after getting into too much trouble at home. Originally I'd written a paddling scene, but at some point I got embarrassed and threw it away 💔</p><p>Well... at least there were still some good lines in it :) And also, some things really never change 😂</p><span></span><a href="http://breannastoryworld.blogspot.com/2020/12/one-of-my-first-spanking-stories.html#more">Read more »</a>Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-1978035659016386222020-12-20T16:44:00.002-05:002021-01-24T14:28:06.345-05:00Starting Over: Violet's Weekend with Toby (spanking scene only, M/F)<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: left;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwI14DPjk-wMRKe_ipklqjOrxA_1xuR47rn5u8FcSJA0l3xZG5ZbWMQYtJC8Oiy5Sf7sudUgemLFkpC_yqwBRWlkQQJiGp4oOGzN3laaI9LTjCoo26-T-HS2JEvb-oen8DLZpQ/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1086" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwI14DPjk-wMRKe_ipklqjOrxA_1xuR47rn5u8FcSJA0l3xZG5ZbWMQYtJC8Oiy5Sf7sudUgemLFkpC_yqwBRWlkQQJiGp4oOGzN3laaI9LTjCoo26-T-HS2JEvb-oen8DLZpQ/w640-h426/D35FF304-FD6A-4529-A569-BD2AC4B72A4F_1_105_c.jpeg" width="640"></a></i></div><i style="text-align: left;"><br><br></i><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: left;">Spanking scene from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/starting-over/" target="_blank">Starting Over</a>. This is from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/2020/12/10/chapter-17-violets-weekend-with-toby/" target="_blank">Chapter 17</a>.</i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;">-----</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You seem much better tonight than I’ve seen you in a while.”</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-e28459f9-7fff-decb-96e8-555bb8553f1d"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yeah... I feel almost... happy. Whatever that means.” I was squirmy as I sat on the sofa, calm considering how much I wouldn’t like the ‘talk’ we were about to have. </span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You know what comes next.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Biting my lower lip, I maintained eye contact as I nodded, ignoring the flashback of the awful punishments I’d received from Toby in the past. “Time to clean the slate,” I mumbled. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span></span></p></span><a href="http://breannastoryworld.blogspot.com/2020/12/starting-over-violets-weekend-with-toby.html#more">Read more »</a>Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-88015187174245623402020-11-27T10:27:00.002-05:002021-01-24T14:27:30.839-05:00Starting Over: Chloe's First Family Meeting (snippet of spanking scene, M/F, voy)<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjj1PRapXFgZQu4-FKMNHm4KfD5ZQG_UtWq3zjpKcl-g7itqPnYvnUpGnuVcNWJqaBt747Nd2lFM1sCo89zjtCDTnX21Mj_DLMj8kX1lvxwhNP7GnQBjCh4Dg0D8ZCU4FKXavR/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1086" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjj1PRapXFgZQu4-FKMNHm4KfD5ZQG_UtWq3zjpKcl-g7itqPnYvnUpGnuVcNWJqaBt747Nd2lFM1sCo89zjtCDTnX21Mj_DLMj8kX1lvxwhNP7GnQBjCh4Dg0D8ZCU4FKXavR/w640-h426/5FB2097A-9CF2-48BE-9DEB-59B6E86F3F31_1_105_c.jpeg" width="640"></a></div><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: left;">Spanking scene from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/starting-over/" target="_blank">Starting Over</a>. This is from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/2020/11/27/chapter-16-chloes-first-family-meeting/" target="_blank">Chapter 16</a>.</i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;">-----</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;">Violet was first. She pushed her skirt and panties down with the fishnets, kicking them to the side, then stood up straight and fearless. Her body was a perfect hourglass, curvy hips marked with fading cane lines, starting at the top of her round bottom, ending mid thigh. The smug look on her face didn’t change.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hands on the chair,” Gabe ordered.</span></p><p><span></span></p><a href="http://breannastoryworld.blogspot.com/2020/11/starting-over-chloes-first-family.html#more">Read more »</a>Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-24724740620409404212020-11-26T00:51:00.004-05:002021-01-24T14:28:56.312-05:00Starting Over: Violet's First Day at Work (spanking scene only, M/F)<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsTXoGMfT29RZHE06y8Dm81VshOTynS3TKA_8VhxXjXCQuDM4rzh1R8dS2MQN1TQjjvhCuuWKvCSd48EN3xTo5SENcBwJMzXGlgR1t0BmAD_EkOb2MGHXth3l9BxyseQCxZf2/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1086" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsTXoGMfT29RZHE06y8Dm81VshOTynS3TKA_8VhxXjXCQuDM4rzh1R8dS2MQN1TQjjvhCuuWKvCSd48EN3xTo5SENcBwJMzXGlgR1t0BmAD_EkOb2MGHXth3l9BxyseQCxZf2/w640-h426/C9BF4AD3-727C-48F8-9373-9D3F6D6FD544_1_105_c.jpeg" width="640"></a></div><br><br><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: left;">Spanking scene from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/starting-over/" target="_blank">Starting Over</a>. This is from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/2020/11/20/chapter-15-violets-first-day-at-work/" target="_blank">Chapter 15</a>.</i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;">-----</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I had the chance to obey, he snatched my upper arm and dragged me to my feet. “Take those down,” he ordered, tugging at my slacks.</span></p><p><span></span></p><a href="http://breannastoryworld.blogspot.com/2020/11/starting-over-violets-first-day-at-work.html#more">Read more »</a>Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-61049084056603047022020-11-06T22:09:00.006-05:002021-01-24T14:29:42.438-05:00Starting Over: Molly's Turn (Spanking scene only, M/F)<p> </p><span id="docs-internal-guid-41e4e96e-7fff-bb49-41be-8daead8f0245"><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: none; display: inline-block; height: 416px; overflow: hidden; width: 624px;"><img height="416" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/cZpok9_vB1dx3Cs-Gg17yGu9HNE_QXDgYhSAPLbbHZ4t6OQEASW-NqT0cS16vSNUf6wXYpvCclQkhaitAxM849qgB7TJds-2r7ae8UnpxaDHthEAtyx2h3uGaoplInz10xN5ZT0j" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="624"></span></span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: left;">Spanking scene from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/starting-over/" target="_blank">Starting Over</a>. This is from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/2020/11/06/chapter-14b-mollys-turn/" target="_blank">Chapter 14b</a>.</i></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;">-----</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: left; white-space: normal;"><br></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Obviously I wasn’t thinking about it like that when I did it...”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Toby’s eyes narrowed at me as he stood. Now he was legit annoyed. “That’s why we’re having this conversation, so you won’t forget about it next time. I don’t care how much negative energy you’re getting from Violeta, create your own positive vibes or whatever.”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My eyes rolled playfully. “I can see why you don’t specialize in working with teens...”</span></p><br><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Oh? I’ll show you what I do specialize in. Stand up.” </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span></span></p></span><a href="http://breannastoryworld.blogspot.com/2020/11/starting-over-mollys-turn-spanking.html#more">Read more »</a>Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-80766535369902464422020-10-17T16:53:00.002-04:002020-10-17T16:53:19.400-04:00Story: Molly in Lockdown (M/F)<p> <a href="https://breannastoryworld.files.wordpress.com/2020/10/45625275545_eddf682893_c.jpg"><img alt="" class="wp-image-2456" src="https://breannastoryworld.files.wordpress.com/2020/10/45625275545_eddf682893_c.jpg?w=533"></a></p><!-- wp:image {"id":2456,"sizeSlug":"large","linkDestination":"media"} -->
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<p><em>Just an outtake from the series. The depression during lockdown has been real for Molly. Fuck this shit.</em></p>
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<p>Numb. No feeling. Just blank. Nothingness. Dark. Silent. </p>
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<p>My phone stayed on Do Not Disturb though several banners of ignored text messages and emails waited for my attention. I tried to clear the notifications daily — usually it was just my patients checking in to ask when I'd be back at virtual therapy. <em>Never!</em> I wanted to respond, but instead copied the same message to them all: <em>Still taking care of family matters. Will update you asap.</em></p>
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<p>I would have expected the tall figure to barge into my space had I checked my notifications that day. So far I'd kept my circle of friends out of the loop with the funk I'd been in — Toby was too busy, Gabe too cold, Izaak too busy and too cold. Violet and Chloe were too annoying and had been entertained with each other, making it easier for me to hide in the shadows. </p>
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<p>But there was one person I'd forgotten about: Vic. Being stuck in California with an opposite schedule made it more difficult for him to stay in touch, but we knew each other better than anyone else. If I'd seen the three text messages and two missed called, I would've known he'd do something stupid like send someone to check on me.</p>
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<p>"Did you get bitten by a vampire? Why is it so dark in here?" Gabe asked, flipping on the light.</p>
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<p>I moved my head slightly to bury my face more into the pillow, disturbed by the brightened atmosphere, but apathetic. The door clicked shut and Gabe's footsteps became louder. </p>
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<p>"Hey, wake up... it's almost 4:20. You wouldn't want to miss that," he said with sarcastic humor.</p>
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<p>A heavy pit crept into my stomach, Toby and Gabe's disappointment ringing through my head with Molly's words. But a warmth washed over me, too — <i>they haven't given up on me after all the havoc I've brought over the years… they genuinely care… like a real family.</i></p>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">Izaak sat on the sofa with his laptop, not looking up from the screen. An icy chill settled in the background as I confirmed his fury was still present. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Acting natural, I tossed my keys into my bag and slipped off my shoes. “How was your day?” I asked in a peppy voice, pathetic attempt to make conversation.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">An awkward silence enveloped us, Izaak typing away, and I wondered if he’d even heard me. But then when I locked the door, he spoke: “Come sit, we need to talk.”</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">“Can we not? I have an awful headache.”</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The laptop clicked shut and Izaak set it on the coffee table, eyeing me seriously. “It’s important.”</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I groaned and pounded towards him, considering a tantrum. “I shouldn’t have partied or left so suddenly, but I needed some fun and...” I arrived at the couch and poked out my lower lip, trying to be cute. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">He wasn’t buying it, face straight, not entertaining my childishness. “Sit.” </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">With a huff, I plopped to his side and folded my arms, staring at the ceiling in annoyance. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">“Enough whining,” he snapped, tone cutting into me so I sat up and looked at him. “You’ll have plenty to cry about when we’re finished here.” He let that sink in before continuing. “What happened last night?”</p>
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<span style="color: #242f33; font-family: "proximanova" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.15px;"><i>A lightly edited LiveJournal entry from 2009 about a time <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="I was spanked" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-A7A9BFA1465A7D5F77D0B399B451D13F" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE" data-pwa-suggestions="they spanked me"><pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="I was spanked" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-98281089181789D1F82D986DBE844FF4" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE_TO_ACTIVE" data-pwa-suggestions="they spanked me">I was spanked</pwa></pwa> for being late to work. <pwa class="pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="Names and locations have been changed" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-D56C0DE071F83A3F51AA2CA157DB1CAB" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE" data-pwa-suggestions="I have changed names and locations~It has changed names and locations~We have changed names and locations~They have changed names and locations"><pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="Names and locations have been changed" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-FDA3DA30889E8A605E2BD8F87EA7A541" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE_TO_ACTIVE" data-pwa-suggestions="I have changed names and locations~It has changed names and locations~We have changed names and locations~They have changed names and locations">Names and locations</pwa></pwa><pwa class="pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="Names and locations have been changed" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-D56C0DE071F83A3F51AA2CA157DB1CAB" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE" data-pwa-suggestions="I have changed names and locations~It has changed names and locations~We have changed names and locations~They have changed names and locations"><pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="Names and locations have been changed" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-FDA3DA30889E8A605E2BD8F87EA7A541" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE_TO_ACTIVE" data-pwa-suggestions="I have changed names and locations~It has changed names and locations~We have changed names and locations~They have changed names and locations"> have been changed</pwa></pwa>.</i></span></span><br>
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<br /><i style="text-align: left;">Short spanking scene from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/starting-over/" target="_blank">Starting Over</a>. This is from <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/2020/02/02/chapter-5-violet-spiraling/" target="_blank">Chapter 5</a>.</i></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;">I didn't bother pretending like the scene was interesting, choosing instead to daydream about Gabe.<br />
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<i>"What are you doing fucking around with this kid again?" He saunters towards me in a fancy, freshly ironed pinstripe suit, one-hundred percent sober and in control of himself. With furrowed brows he bellows, "Didn't I tell you to steer clear? Do I need to remind you what happens to disobedient little brats?"</i><br />
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<i>"Fuck <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="off" data-pwa-heavy="true" data-pwa-hint="Possible capitalization mistake" data-pwa-id="pwa-278DDCFD566DC96F2F0FD558CC941D25" data-pwa-rule-id="CAPITALIZATION_CE" data-pwa-suggestions="Off">off</pwa>, you <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="piece" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Possible missing determiner" data-pwa-id="pwa-B9DAD054B7A2DFE438574FDFEF6F0832" data-pwa-rule-id="DET_CG_2" data-pwa-suggestions="a piece~the piece">piece</pwa> of shit!" I respond, flipping him off. </i><br />
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<i>When Gabe charges towards me, I fight, spitting excuses and cruel words until he's tired of my mouth. He tugs on a fistful of my hair so I must look him in the face. "You<pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="'re going to" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Readability may be enhanced by using: will" data-pwa-id="pwa-F25E98C771159074D8C1E0110D911EC7" data-pwa-rule-id="READABILITY_1482" data-pwa-suggestions=" will">'re going to</pwa> end up in jail again, and this time we may not get you off the hook." His hazel eyes are serious, threatening. "Stop fucking around."</i><br />
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<i>I'm not scared of him. "I don't care!" </i><br />
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<i>My shouting provokes a growl, and I expect the mild slap across my face. "You <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="DO " data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Readability may be enhanced by removing this" data-pwa-id="pwa-1AAEE33583ED741B0A6E07B314B0C016" data-pwa-rule-id="READABILITY_626" data-pwa-suggestions="(omit)">DO </pwa>care, or I wouldn't be here right now." </i><br />
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<i>I reach up to return a punch, but he catches my wrist and spins me around, pushing me onto the bed and holding my hands behind my back. He ties me up with ease, so tight that I'm unable to wriggle free. </i><br />
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<i>"This punk is bad news and you know it. Don't go down the path of self-destruction again." Gabe rips off my clothes and drags me kicking and screaming over his lap, tuning out my arguments. "If I have to, I'll beat you till the urge to do stupid shit passes." I stare at the hardwood floor as the thick tawse crashes on my bare butt with a loud THUD! that hurts more than all of Jason's spankings combined. My shrill cry only indulges him to continue, realizing how easy it will be to break me. "Are <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="you" data-pwa-heavy="true" data-pwa-hint="Possible capitalization mistake" data-pwa-id="pwa-9CAD6D905AC6CF2B08E1D7AD6B966AE5" data-pwa-rule-id="CAPITALIZATION_CE" data-pwa-suggestions="You">you</pwa> really going to throw away everything you've worked for? GED, college, the hours you dedicated to the legal clinic... all down the drain because of a stupid man?" </i><br />
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<i>Squirming to dodge swats, I yelp, "Fuck Jason! He means nothing!" I want to bust out of the shackles, but Gabe's clutch on me is too strong. The more I resist, the heavier the lashes fall. My ass is throbbing, only slightly relieved when he focuses on my thighs for a moment, thrashing the leather against my tender skin. </i><br />
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<i>"Obviously <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="he" data-pwa-heavy="true" data-pwa-hint="Possible capitalization mistake" data-pwa-id="pwa-3853D532296A29F9F4CEF282636403F4" data-pwa-rule-id="CAPITALIZATION_CE" data-pwa-suggestions="He">he</pwa> means something, or you wouldn't let this dim-witted hoodlum fuck you." </i><br />
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<i>"I'll do whatever I want!" I'm offended, kicking and trying to shimmy off his lap, but he won't release me. My ass is maroon but I keep struggling, refusing to let him win.</i><br />
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<i>"Why <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="would" data-pwa-heavy="true" data-pwa-hint="Possible capitalization mistake" data-pwa-id="pwa-937D75EBF716E6F759EBCC0F1233F871" data-pwa-rule-id="CAPITALIZATION_CE" data-pwa-suggestions="Would">would</pwa> you want to fuck such a foul-smelling creature? You're better than this."</i><br />
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<i>A tear trickles down my cheek. What the fuck is wrong with me?</i><br />
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"Did I, uh, make you cry?" <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word=" The" data-pwa-heavy="true" data-pwa-hint="Possible unnecessary space" data-pwa-id="pwa-3AF8B1A932228C604A94A5B712F6D720" data-pwa-rule-id="EXTRA_SPACE_CE" data-pwa-suggestions="The"> The</pwa> daydream disappeared as Andy came into my view, panting in delight now that he had finished using me.<br />
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Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-5169366D70254A533D848596B8664C51" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE" data-pwa-suggestions="">are always changed</pwa></pwa></pwa></pwa>, but everything else is exactly how I wrote in the diary (<pwa class="pwa-mark-done pwa-mark-ignored" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="though spelling errors have been corrected" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-BA79940005EE920EE1433DFC7076B77A" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE" data-pwa-suggestions="I have corrected though spelling errors~we have corrected though spelling errors"><pwa class="pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="though spelling errors have been corrected" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. 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Hi all! I know it's been a minute since I've posted anything, but that's because I've been hard at work :<pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="D" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Missing punctuation" data-pwa-id="pwa-035CA1F8F203BE40CB2896A5E92174C1" data-pwa-rule-id="END_PUNC" data-pwa-suggestions="D.">D</pwa><br />
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First, I'd like to share the link to my latest story (which I plan <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done pwa-mark-ignored" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="to eventually make" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Split infinitive. Some people strongly object to this type of construction, especially in formal writing. If your reader is likely to object to the split infinitive, rewrite the sentence to avoid its use." data-pwa-id="pwa-5BFEA86957285BBC6DB18750D9594FD3" data-pwa-rule-id="SPLT_INFI" data-pwa-suggestions="">to eventually make</pwa> into an <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done pwa-mark-ignored" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="ebook)" data-pwa-heavy="true" data-pwa-hint="Possible missing end punctuation" data-pwa-id="pwa-9D62400EA3ACE075BBAF849A01B74F88" data-pwa-rule-id="MISSING_END_PUNCT_CE" data-pwa-suggestions="ebook) .">ebook)</pwa>. You'll probably recognize the first couple of chapters, though they've <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="been heavily edited" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-1B64AAF6CFDABFBC1A7F1E72EFEC1A5D" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE" data-pwa-suggestions="">been heavily edited</pwa> since I originally posted them. <br />
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<a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/starting-over/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Starting Over</span></a><br />
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I also want <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done pwa-mark-ignored" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="to highly recommend" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Split infinitive. Some people strongly object to this type of construction, especially in formal writing. If your reader is likely to object to the split infinitive, rewrite the sentence to avoid its use." data-pwa-id="pwa-7BDECF98F706435527AE63574E7E86E7" data-pwa-rule-id="SPLT_INFI" data-pwa-suggestions="">to highly recommend</pwa> a story with stronger BDSM themes. It's inspired by me (haha, at least some of it is) and written by my BFF. I love it!!! <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="A summary can be found" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Passive verbs make your writing less direct. Try to use an active verb instead." data-pwa-id="pwa-6C87D1542462202498083CA6D1529E0A" data-pwa-rule-id="PASSIVE_VOICE" data-pwa-suggestions="I can find a summary~We can find a summary">A summary can be found</pwa> in the link below.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.jeskawood.com/locke" target="_blank">Locke</a> by <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="spelling" data-pwa-dictionary-word="Jeska" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Unknown word: Jeska" data-pwa-id="pwa-85B3EF8BC769B223092DEB05DD46B869" data-pwa-rule-id="SIMPLE_SPELLING" data-pwa-suggestions="Jaska~Beška~Jerka~Leska~Česká~Eska~Jelka~Jeka~Jesa~Beska~Ceska~Jesca~Deska~Jeske~Jiska~Jesia~Keska~Jekka~Joska~Jesko~Peska~Jessa~Teska~Juska~Jesza~Jesika~Je ska">Jeska</pwa> Wood</span><br />
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Happy reading!Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-85057106784718967292019-07-02T00:38:00.003-04:002020-01-13T13:04:39.614-05:00Story: Drug Free Is No Way to Be (M/F)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i>This is a random short story with sexual themes that I don't <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="actually " data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Readability may be enhanced by removing this" data-pwa-id="pwa-10619386DD8299E93FEC6DE51F0B6323" data-pwa-rule-id="READABILITY_1820" data-pwa-suggestions="(omit)">actually </pwa>remember writing. But I liked it okay so <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="style" data-pwa-dictionary-word="decided to share" data-pwa-heavy="false" data-pwa-hint="Readability may be enhanced by using: shared" data-pwa-id="pwa-2F752B6C373A235C0950E84080C53B72" data-pwa-rule-id="READABILITY_682" data-pwa-suggestions="shared">decided to share</pwa> <pwa class="pwa-mark pwa-mark-done" data-pwa-category="grammar" data-pwa-dictionary-word="it " data-pwa-heavy="true" data-pwa-hint="Possible spelling mistake" data-pwa-id="pwa-37443E8C894D6D591C17DEC1AE0F3341" data-pwa-rule-id="SPELLING_MISTAKE_CE" data-pwa-suggestions="it">it </pwa>:) Hope you enjoy, too!</i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My goal for 2019 is to write a new ebook, so I've been playing around with some ideas for the last few months. This is an introduction to Violet, who I'd planned to have as one of the characters in the Starting Over series. We'll see what happens. It should be entertaining enough for now.</span></i></div>
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Happy Throwback Thursday! Today's blast from the past is the first Stabler Girls story, written in July 2010: <a href="http://breannastoryworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/running-lies-mff.html" target="_blank">Running Lies</a>Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11810373.post-34042563007239882332017-12-21T10:00:00.000-05:002017-12-21T10:00:03.089-05:00Throwback Thursday! - Ashton's Car<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Holidays!! No drinking & driving this new years... or something may happen like in <a href="https://breannastoryworld.wordpress.com/2003/12/24/story-ashtons-car/" target="_blank">Ashton's Car</a>, today's Throwback Thursday from December 2003.Breannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195268608970878779noreply@blogger.com0