Loiza looked up, confused, and the mystery man took her other hand so he held both of hers in the space between them. “The storm. It was so fierce a moment ago.”
“It sailed in on a rip in time and left the same way. The same rip that brought the fortune teller and his kin.”
“Are you saying the carnival wasn’t real?”
“I’m saying it was real enough once upon a time, but that time is long past. You were lucky this time. I doubt you’ll be again.”
Loiza tried to pull her hands away, not liking the tone of her rescuer, but he held fast. She pulled harder and Ramos put her hands together so he could hold them in one hand and grasp her chin in the other. “Look at me woman.”
Loiza was about to reply that the night was black as pitch when he released her chin, snapping his fingers and producing a glowing orb that rest in the palm of his hand, lighting up his face and the night.
“What?” Loiza’s eye were wide as an owl’s as she stared at Ramos, fear finally tickling her senses.
“It’s not me you need to fear, so stop trying to pull away.”
Though his face would now haunt her dreams for the rest of her days, the events of the night caught up to her and fear finally spilled forth, filling her with a cold dread and a dizzying confusion that made her head spin. She turned into a wildcat, ripping her hands free, making him lunge forward to keep her from fleeing, the orb of light falling and disappearing as if it melted into the forest floor.
Night dark as pitch settled once again. Ramos held Loiza around the waist, seemingly immune to her slaps and blows. He wrapped her in his arms, the bands of steel coiling tight, holding her fast, pressed against his well-muscled chest, his patience wearing thin as she made contact with her foot upon his shin.
“Stop it you little hellion. You have the audacity to sneak out of your parent’s house, run through the woods alone, and go to a carnival in the middle of the night yet now you think it’s time to panic? Stop it this minute woman. That’s enough!”
Ramos had managed to trap her body between his legs. One hand had regained possession of her hands, and one gripped her shoulder, shaking her hard enough to cut through her panic but it did no good. Giving up, knowing there was no other way to get through to his future mate, Ramos turned Loiza and pulled her hands forward at the same time, effectively making her bend forward over his lap.
Loiza upped the energy of her struggle when the hand that had left her shoulder began to toss her skirt and petticoat over her head. His legs parted and she thought she might get free, but it was only enough so he could get her in a better position. He pulled off her feet and further over his knee, but before Loiza could take advantage of the separation of his legs, they clamped upon her once more and she was stuck with her bottom in the air and her hands grasping the fallen leaves that littered the forest floor.
“No! How dare you. You can’t do this! My papa will have you jailed.”
“Your papa would cheer me on. Let’s not forget who ran off in the middle of the night.”
Loiza felt the cool night air caress her bare bottom and realized the stranger had opened her bloomers. She renewed her shrieks and threw the occasional curse word in for good measure, the only thing finally putting an end to her tirade was the smack of Ramos’ hand as it made contact with the soft flesh of her never before spanked bottom.
“NO!”
“Yes. You deserve this Loiza Connelly. You deserve each and every spank your bottom is about to receive, and I will not stop until I’m certain you are going to stop acting like a spoiled hellion and listen to me.”
Without mercy, Ramos rained hard slaps upon her bottom and upper thighs as Loiza shrieked, cried, and then sobbed. He would give her five rapid-fire spanks in one place until she thought her bottom surely had to be on fire before moving to another delicate area so he could torment it as well. He spanked her thighs while lecturing her about sneaking out of her father’s house, her left cheek for five and then her right cheek for five more as he scolded her for running through a woods that held wild cats. He heated up each sweet cheek until they felt as if they were glowing hot enough to light up the night as he told her to never, ever, go to meet the carnival people again, and to make her promise through her sobs that she never would.
Loiza was hiccupping, tears running up and over her forehead because her head was upside down, fingers opening and closing spasmodically reaching for the stability of the ground that she couldn’t quite gain purchase of, when the stinging blows became softer as did her tormentor’s words. The edge had left the harshness of the blows and the anger from his words. The painful slaps had become caresses that soothed the painful skin, rubbing gently as he hushed her, little circles then soft strokes.
He smoothed down her skirts then picked her up and set her on his lap, wiping her tears as Loiza finally stilled except for the soft sobbing that made her shoulders shake. His night vision was much better than hers was, and he saw her mouth open and close as if ready to speak, but Ramos put a finger to her lips. Loiza thought of biting him but as if he could read her thoughts, he moved his finger and griped her chin once more, as he whispered oddly soothing nonsensical words that made any fight that was left drain out of her. Limbs suddenly heavy, eyes dazed, heart ceasing its mad pounding.
“Listen now, for your life may depend on it. I am Ramos Almassy, the man you are destined to wed, but only if the fates will allow us. A long time ago, your ancestors and mine fought their battles on the same side until my uncle’s wife dabbled in black magic in an effort to save the life of her son. It destroyed the bond between our families. Refusing to let him go, she called upon demons, who guarded the gates of the afterlife, begging them to refuse him entry and promising them my soul in exchange, but demons never speak the truth and any pact made will be a false one.”
Loiza felt like a child being told a fanciful fairytale. She knew magic, both good and bad was real, but the weight of her limbs and the cotton batting stuffing her head made movements impossible and thinking harder than that.
“She lured me to their family’s hunting lodge with a tale of wanting to give me my best friend’s hunting dagger, but tried to slit my throat instead. I of course over powered her, the demons not giving her the help they promised, but underestimated her when I turned to fling the weapon away. She knocked me senseless and did the ritual as planned, hoping the demons would take me as I was. I think the will to kill me must have ebbed and an ounce of sanity reclaimed her conscience for she chose to leave me alive.
“I hovered on the edge of consciousness, hearing her chant, calling for the dark god to take me as an offering in exchange for Petyr my friend and her son. I remember colors and light, great flashes and the rumbling of the ground beneath me. Wind such as you felt at the carnival rose up inside the lodge and sent everything inside spinning as she screamed the last words of the ritual that from the start was destined to fail for she didn’t have a soul black enough.
“What did happen was a curse that settled over the both of us as the wind howled and a world we have no business being a part of opened up to claim us both. She clung to me as we plunged into the blackest depths but was pulled from my grasp as I was flung to a place that has woods much like these.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I haven’t finished yet sweet Loiza. The ritual that Petyr’s mother performed cast us both into another realm, the same place really, but the demons had to settle for curing me instead of taking my soul. Petyr’s mother was not so lucky. They stole her soul then set her adrift, isolated from her family and friends much like I was, but losing her soul meant losing the part that gave her a human conscience.
She lives on as I do but has been taken by the darkness. Her people, others like her damned to an endless existence, find pleasure only from hurting those who are happy or good. They are the carnival people you met today. You must never go near them again. Do you hear me Loiza Connelly? Never.”
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bsp; Loiza nodded emphatically. Her day had been a sufficient scare even without the spanking and the fantastical tale he was telling.
“Good girl. I was cursed that day, but flung away from the reach of those who prey on goodness. I am destined to wander throughout my endless life, but I have something else that can save me, something better than being out of the demon’s reach.”
“Tell me.” Loiza was captivated by Ramos, his quiet but strong voice in the dark made her heart flutter as she hung on his every word.
“You. Your ancestor Sabina was a Gypsy witch who had great magic. She saw in her crystal where Petyr’s mother and I went and she used her powers to influence the gods to intervene. They refused to pull me out of my prison, but instead gave me a way to one day put an end to my lonely existence.
“Your birth has been foretold as are most all of the girl children in your family. Sabina knew you would have magic strong enough to break the curse and save me by setting me free of my prison.”
“Tell me how. I’ll save you this instant Ramos. I saw us happy through all the years of our lives.”
“What was in the carnival crystal may or may not be. It was a tool to lure you into their clutches for they wish me to be as unhappy and desperate as they are. They wish more than anything to take you from this world either by death or by taking you down to the depths of hell where they live out their existence. You see the carnival clan only surfaces once each seven years, the same as I do, and as hard as I search for you, they look for you as well. My chance to be free and to live a life without the curse lies in your magic Loiza. Fate intervened and sent the storm to help you escape tonight, but if you are foolish again you won’t be so lucky. Never, ever go near the carnival, for you don’t know who it holds.”
“I won’t, I promise. Tell me how to save you Ramos. Please.”
“A kiss from the woman destined to be my mate will unlock the magic in your heart so I can cross over to your side forever.”
Loiza threw her arms around Ramos’ neck and made ready to kiss him but paused for one fateful second, wondering about all the creatures both good and evil she had met that day, and in her one second of doubt his body melted away beneath her, her arms became empty, and her sore bottom thumped upon the ground. “Where?”
“True love doesn’t hesitate. My time here is gone. Remember me Loiza and be ready. Wait for me for I will return in seven years.”
Loiza heard the words upon the wind but couldn’t see, feel or catch the scent of her foretold mate. He was gone. She had hesitated and he was gone. Loiza hung her head in sorrow, her tears returning until there were no more. Looking up she was shocked to see the sun hovering just beneath the horizon and the familiar house she lived in shadowed by the light of daybreak. She blinked, wondering if it was all a dream but then rose to walk home, feeling the soreness the sound spanking her future husband had given her, letting her know that he had been real and was very much worth waiting for.
I want to thank everyone who took part in Spank or Treat. I had a wonderful time writing and reading all the comments, and of course a lot of fun writing my spooky carnival story. It was great reading everyone’s perspective on it, and I enjoyed some of the speculation you readers offered up as well. It sounds as if I have you guessing. From the snippets I read, this Anthology looks as if it will be a fantastic read. What else could come about by mixing paranormal and spanking?
About the Author
I’m a strong, bold, and passionate woman who does her best to live out her dreams. I’m having the best years of my life right now, and have discovered my true self in my kinky lifestyle. I’m a wife, Mistress, writer, lesbian, and grandma with a devious imagination and a taste for darkness.
My love of writing began in my early 30s and has been a passion ever since. I love to read, write, travel the world, and am a history buff. My genre’s cover historical romance, often with a spicy kinky twist to suspenseful paranormal thrillers. My love of history makes its presence in the books I write. They are often set in centuries past. I am a lover of art, architecture, and the study of diverse world cultures and have traveled to many places.
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Missy Sue Revisited by Kate Richards
Missy Sue pressed her nose to the cold window and held her breath to avoid fogging the glass while she watched another troupe of happy, costumed kids patrol up the long walkway to the spooky house across the street. They stood there for a few minutes, elbowing one another until one broke away and mounted the old stone steps to knock on the splintery wooden door He darted back to his fellows and they lingered for a long moment, but no lights flickered on and finally they returned to the sidewalk and continued down the street. She turned away, wondering what they would have done if the old Mr. Anderson had opened the door and shouted boo.
They would probably have had to go home for a change of pants. The term kids barely pertained to the half-dozen teenagers who wore masks along with their jeans and hoodies. Every year, as tricks or treats wound down, the older ones showed up.
She could understand their reluctance to give up the fun of Halloween. She’d be out there herself, if she could summon the nerve, enjoying the innocence of candy and giggling with friends. She certainly had no interest in what the local adults had planned.
After last year’s near disaster, Missy Sue and Kevin had decided to stay home and avoid the Halloween party at the neighbor’s home. The swinger’s pick-up event had been quite a surprise. In fact, had they not been new homeowners, she would have packed her bags and run back to the city.
Who knew suburbia could be quite so…freaky? Kevin had laughed his ass off on Christmas Eve when Mrs. Blakely, a retiree from down the block, ran past their house in a see-through nylon nightie, pursued by Mr. Anderson, at least eighty-years-old, in Rudolph-print boxers. The glow
of multi-colored Christmas lights flashed on their pale, wrinkled skin, and Missie’d fretted they might catch cold, although Kevin stopped chortling long enough to point out their practical footwear—snow boots would prevent frostbitten elderly toes at least.
Holidays brought out the…festive in the locals.
Luckily, Kevin swore he had no desire to participate although he did joke that if a cute new neighbor showed up, he wouldn’t mind a three-way with her involved. She’d agreed, intrigued, titillated, and sure it wouldn’t happen. None of the denizens of their lovely corner of cookie-cutter America—the haunted house across the street preceded the rest of the tract by at least fifty years—held the least appeal.
But the nonsense continued and when the neighbors on the other side…June and Arthur Brady, showed up on their doorstep wrapped in flag-themed togas on the Fourth of July, Missy Sue nearly bit through her lip, torn between laughter and screams of terror, while Kevin politely declined their invitation to an orgy.
An orgy!
Missy Sue begged him to sell the house so they could move back to the city where at least people avoided one another. She’d moved there hoping to make friends, but…. He pointed out that unless the housing market improved, they’d take a big loss—leaving them in a poor position to purchase another anytime soon.
As usual, she deferred to his superior financial knowledge. Missy’s areas of expertise were more artistic, and he never tried to interfere in her sphere of expertise, so it worked. And he was her biggest fan, bragging about her art quilts, and the success of her pattern company, to anyone who would listen. But it did mean he made the money decisions in the family. After only eight months of marriage, she found the terms of their rather unusual pre-nup pretty sexy. Before he’d come into her life, she’d set aside a miserable Saturday once a month for trying to figure out a budget and pay bills—but a girl who has a hunky fireman with an accounting degree in her life can throw her calculator away.
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