A to Z - The Best of

The A to Z Reflections day was yesterday, but I thought I would allow myself a day off. Actually "off" time started on Sunday night, no longer under the pressure to post for the next letter, I binged on this new show, The Diplomat, and then again last night. Highly recommend, kind of a mix of Veep and Newsroom, with a sprinkle of Downton Abbey. Fast paced, lots of people with lovely English accents, not enough smut for my taste, but, hey, it was my time off! Now, back to A to Z.

How I got to do A to Z challenge?

As many things in my life by a happy accident. Mrs Fever mentioned that she is about to start it, it piqued my interest. So I clicked, I googled around, and, gasp, I signed up. It seems like a good challenge, to post every day. Silly me! Read my pre-challenge post  A to Z. That was on March 20.

What actually happened?

Somewhere around letter E, E is for Enter, I realized I should get off the high horse, trying to educate vanilla people, there's tons of blogs better than mine, and Bonnie already covered every topic imaginable and more than once. I should write what I like the most, spanking fiction set in Izzie-and-Nick verse, and not using the snippets of what I've already written, but to be a good girl and produce new spanking content every single bloody night!!

What was the turning point?

Definitely letter G, G is for Going, Going, Gone which became the first installment of a multichapter spanking story that later I started to call the Alphabet story, and continued all the way to letter Z is for Zingy, . Click on the archive for April. Besides the parts marked as part of Birching Bordello story and a couple of poems, all other posts are in fact the chapters of the Alphabet story. Pinky promise, I will organize all the links in one post!

Why was it so hard?

I felt committed, so committed. No matter what was going on IRL, I had to produce the next post by midnight and schedule it for the early morning. Sometimes I didn't have time to edit, to hone, to polish, to rethink. The last few were especially hard, like X is for Xanadu  or U is for Upsy-Daisy. I’m insanely proud of myself for making it to the end and producing original content every single night, like a clock.

What did I learn?

I learned that I can be trained as a Pavlovian dog to write on demand. Sometimes, especially the last week, I didn't have time to edit, to hone, to polish, to rethink. Honestly, for the first time in my writing life, I would sit in front of the screen or mostly with the phone in my hand, and wouldn't know what I will write about. I knew I had to pick up from the events of last chapter, but didn't know where will the road take me. That was the most exciting part!

Like in the movies, when the author sits in front of a typewriter and types in full sentences, paragraphs of text, a stream of conscience but in the very much plausible form. That's what I did, and the feeling was incredible. 

Looking back I can't believe some of the lines I came up with.

What to read?

"You say upsy-daisy when you pick me up," she repeats. "You always pick me up and put me together. Upsy-daisy." (from U is for Upsy-daisy)

"No one will come to rescue you, damsel in distress. Isn't that what you fantasize about?" (from H is for Humiliation)

"Sorry, love. I was debating, which apology would insult you more, for wearing you in or out?" (from N is for Nothing)

"No! Stingy is zingy, thuddy is cruddy." (from Z is for Zingy)

The jitters that keep me reeling
Wanting scream, fight, come, or break
Into million pieces, are peeling
Layers, onion layers of fake  

(from J is for Jitters or Ode to Cane)

Izzie is still bent over, knees on the couch, naked from the waist down. Her face, turned away from him, lies atop of the couch’s back. She spits out the words in a hurry. But all Nick sees is her pregnant belly, hanging there, presumably safe. And her wobbly knees.

“Do... do you want me to build a pillow fort?” (from C is for Crying and Corner and not the Cane)

Last night Nick didn't follow on any on his empty threats. He didn't give her the six of the best or draw a five-barred gate as he promised. Gasp! That most dreaded stroke across the first five, crossing the lines, that is considered  a cardinal sin by some and the intentional evil-doing by the others. (from M is for Morning and Marks and Middle of the night)

"So today, with the help of my little lie detector," he tugs at the fox tail. "And the cane," he taps her cheeks with the cane, and she jerks away. "I will get to the bottom of it. If required, a bright red bottom with some perfectly parallel stripes. Told you, I've been practicing."  (from L is for Licks and Lust)

"After we are done with all the unpleasantries of your punishment, yes, Isabel, I will forgive you. That's how it works, darling, you've most surely heard of it. You will be back on my lap, rather uncomfortable, I must say, but much happier. Until your next shortcoming, hopefully not as disastrous as the current one." (from P is for Punishment or Birching Bordello part 3)

"It's embarrassing." She dutifully slides her hands off, clutching at the shawl around her neck. 

"And you know any spanking that isn't?" (from Y is for Yellow or Birching Bordello part 6)

Enough with the self-indulgent trip down the memory lane!

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