I’ve now written nine Lizzie stories for a total of 46,000+ words. A book — a novel, really — should be over 50,000 words. Each Lizzie story is a minimum of 4000 words. Ergo, by the time I finish number ten, I should have enough for a full book.

Here’s a little bit of the ninth story — the longest one, at over 9000 words:

“Do you like being spanked?” 

Bobbie’s blue eyes widened. “You want to spank me? I didn’t think you had a toppy side.” 

I shook my head a little. “I’m not. I just… I think about you with a red ass sometimes.” 

A small smile played at the corners of her lips. “Well,” she said, “I’m not super into it, but for you, I’ll do it.” 

“You don’t have to–” 

“I want to.” Since she’d been off work today, she was wearing a dress, and I was pretty sure there was nothing under it; still, when she took it off all doubt was removed. “How do you want to do it?” 

I goggled. I hadn’t really expected Bobbie to say yes, let alone be so eager. “I…” I swallowed. “I guess sit like you do?” 

“Against the headboard?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Do you want to get naked first?” 

What a silly question. Did I want to feel Bobbie’s soft curves against my bare skin? Of course I did.

I loved when Bobbie was on top of me — riding my face, grinding on my cock — but when she draped herself over my lap, it was a different kind of weight. The softness of her stomach caressed my cock, which had grown to full hardness the moment I’d seen her naked; her wide, pale backside was in perfect spanking position. 

I ran my hand over the smooth skin. “You’re sure about this?” 

She wiggled. “I’m sure. If you want to spank me, you should spank me.” 

Well, okay. If that was how she wanted it, then I’d do it. I didn’t have much experience — I’d only ever spanked Lizzie once, and she’d hated it — but intellectually I knew I could figure it out. I started out with gentle-but-firm slaps, alternating cheeks, watching them ripple and bounce with each impact. Bobbie was so pale that after only twenty or so spanks she was already turning pink back there. 

“Are you okay?” I asked. 

“I’m fine,” she said, a smile in her voice. “That feels nice.” 

“It… It does?” 

“Doesn’t it feel nice when I spank you?” 

“Well [echo], yeah, but I didn’t think…” 

“Just keep going,” Bobbie said. 

So I did. There was a lot of Bobbie’s ass to spank, and I made sure to give it as much coverage as I could. I spanked up and down, left and right, from the tops of her thighs to the tops of her cheeks, until she was pink all over. This time when I stopped I could hear her breathing. 

“You really do like that, huh?” 

“Yeah.” Her voice sounded a little faraway. “Cam used to spank me sometimes, but he didn’t like to do it.” Cam was Bobbie’s ex, her previous good boy who had ended things when Bobbie and I had — with his blessing, supposedly — gone on a date and gone back to her apartment afterward. “Do you like it?” 

“I like that you like it.” 

She chuckled gently. “Spank me harder,” she said. “Please.”

I’ve done a little fiddling around with stock photo sites to see if I can find a good couple of pictures that I can combine (or, more precisely, that Partner 1 can combine, because she’s about a million times better than me at graphic arts), and it’s been difficult. And don’t even get me started on using AI; this is the best I could generate:

Is she an Edosian or something?

Anyway.