Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Twilight #2

For your reading pleasure, again from Anonymous...

A Chemistry Reaction

After chapter 3, before chapter 4

Tuesday after school, Edward and I got in his car. He drove a few minutes and then spoke.

“Do you mind if we go to my home for a while?” he asked.

“I have to cook for Charlie” I answered automatically. “What’s up?”

“Nothing” he replied and shrugged. “Just a change of pace.”

We drove on a few more minutes, listening to the radio.

“How about after dinner?” Edward asked.

“How about what after dinner?” I replied

“After dinner, could we go to my home?” he said.

“Sure.” I said. “Any reason you’re anxious to bring me to your home?” Something didn’t feel right.

He shrugged again. “More privacy” he responded. I’d like to spend time with you, sans Charlie.”

“OK, sure. Fine, great” I answered. But I knew that wasn’t all of it. And besides, wasn’t his family there? How alone could we be? Still, I tossed it off. It probably was something unimportant. Edward often over-reacted.

At my house I cooked for Charlie, something easy, and started on my homework. I could tell Edward really wanted to get going, because he practically did my homework for me, and he never does that. We were finally headed towards his house, when I asked again what was wrong. His hands tightened around the steering wheel.

“Is it Victoria?” I panicked.

“No” he said. “It seems you don’t need Victoria.”

I was going to ask him what he meant as we pulled into the driveway, but almost instantly he was opening the car door and carrying me out of the car. He traveled so fast it was like a blur, through the garage and into a room I’d never seen. He put me down and closed the door.

I noticed the walls were mirrored, and there were several different types of musical equipment, plus a couch.

“A music studio?” I asked.

“My music studio” he answered. “It’s soundproof, even for most vampires.”

“It’s great,” I answered, but I could tell we weren’t here so he could play me a new composition. He sighed and lay back on the couch.

“As I was saying,” he replied, “You don’t seem to need Victoria. You’ll be happy to kill yourself just by attending high school.”

I looked at him incredulously for a minute, and then I knew.

AP Chemistry.

Both Edward and I were in a specialized chemistry class with an intricate lab. Today, Edward was not actually in class with me, having been pulled out for some generic senior activity done one homeroom at a time. So I had done the lab without my usual partner.

And without my safety goggles.

Now, half the class was constantly taking off their goggles- despite threats of detention- which were never carried out- mostly because the goggles were annoying, hideous, and left marks around one’s face for an hour. But Edward insisted I wear my goggles, even though he often left his on the top of his head.

“How did you know?” I asked

“Mike Newton replayed the incident at least one hundred times in his head.”

It was worse than I thought. I had almost spilled a chemical, and Mike’s quick gloved hands kept it from hitting me in the face. Edward knew I had almost got burned.

“Edward..” I began.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he replied. “We’ve been through this, and I know you know I’m right.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger and took a deep breath. I could tell he was trying to clam himself

He sighed and continued, “I’m guessing though, that my warning about what I would do if you put your safety in jeopardy again was not taken seriously enough. So here we are.”

At first I didn’t follow. Then I realized what he meant, and instantly, my hands jumped to cover my bottom.

“Oh, so you remembered after all.”

“Edward” I pleaded, “I’ll never do it again.”

“After tonight, I would guess not.” He sat up straight, and took a deep breath. “Okay Bella. Come stand by my side and pull your jeans down to your knees.”

“What?” I cried.

“Bella!” His face was stern. “Obey me at once.”

I shook my head and kept my hands on my bottom.

“Bella” he nearly whispered. “I am not going to tell you again. But let me make this clear. Tonight was supposed to be a reminder of the importance of your safety. But if necessary..” his eyes stared through me. “we can make this night about the importance of instant obedience, after the first lesson is done.”

I knew he was not going to back down. I walked slowly to his side. I took a deep swallow, and lowered my jeans. Tears came to my eyes. I looked at him pleadingly.

In a heartbeat, I was over his knee.

At the first spank I knew my last punishment was light. He walloped into me again and again, and I began to feel panic mingled with pain. This one was really going to hurt.

I was crying as I began to beg. “I’ll never do it again Edward. It was stupid and thoughtless and I promise I’ll never do it again.” I wasn’t sure he could even hear me over the spanks.

He came down hard and fast, right at the center of my bottom, almost touching my thighs. He kept on and on until I was sobbing openly. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Then he switched places.

Edward chose a spot, spanked it seven or eight times fast, so fast it felt like the spot was on fire. Then he chose another spot and did it again. Another spot and he did it again. He must have done at least twelve different spots, and then I screamed. My bottom was one big flame.

He went back to the lower center and began to spank over and over until I began to think he would never stop. I was weeping so hard I could barely speak.

“Please Edward. Please, oh please, I will never ever do anything unsafe again! Never!” I began to cry harder, not even knowing that crying harder was possible.

Edward was unmoved. He continued to spank the center of my bottom. He no longer moved quickly, but methodically, as if his spanks were timed with my heartbeat. He spanked me ten, then twenty, then thirty times, yet still continued systematically.

“Please, Edward your hurting me so much! Please no more, please no more” I pleaded

Edward continued to spank, not even missing one beat. “Believe it or not Bella, this hurts me more than it hurts you” he answered, as he carried on my punishment.

I continued to cry, as I turned my head sideways.

Two mirrors had formed a double reflection, and I found I could actually see myself getting spanked. Though I still wore my white cotton panties, I could see a red blush shining through them, with red skin peeking out of the sides and bottom. Edward’s face was set down with a look of pure concentration, as he stared at my bottom, giving it smack after smack.

My bottom could not take any more. Surely Edward would see that. Surely he would stop. But time meant nothing to a vampire. I could see it in his face as he spanked again and again. He was so determined. And I knew then that I would not get myself in this position again. I would stay safe. I would do as Edward told me. I would do anything not to go through this again.

Then I began to get anxious. Perhaps he would never stop. His hand would never begin to hurt; his arm would never begin to tire.

I was howling out of control. The pain was so bad I began to feel only my bottom, which seemed to nearly grow under Edward’s hand. The rest of me seemed to melt away. I could not stop crying long enough to even plead for him to stop.

And then the spanking ended.

I could tell that Edward was no longer smacking my bottom, but I was still crying fitfully. I could feel my bottom pulsating, the blood rushing, and the pain almost cycling, as if I was still being spanked. My bottom felt like one huge swollen blister that throbbed and burned.

Edward talked as I wept.

“I don’t know what else I need to do to impress upon you the importance of safety.”

I continued to cry in reply.

“I’d like you to remember that if the chemicals had ended up in your face, the pain might have been a lot like this.”

Although I was still crying I tried to nod my head, to show him I was listening. He seemed to understand.

“Only then, it wouldn’t be a pain that would go away in a while, and leave you uninjured. It could have caused you to have gone blind, been disfigured, perhaps even unable to breathe.”

I kept on crying, still unable to talk. He stroked my head softly.

Finally I said the first thing I could. “Edward- it hurts!” Then I went back to sobbing.

Edward breathed out slowly. “I know, love. I wanted to make sure it hurt, because I knew this hurt would be better than a greater hurt, a hurt that could harm you. I love you very much Bella. Your safety is more important to me than anything- more important than a night that could have been pleasant and fun for both of us, and didn’t require me so much discomfort.”

I bristled at that statement. “Caused you discomfort!” I exclaimed.

“Do you think this was fun for me?” he asked. “Do you think I want to bring you to a secluded space, during the only part of the day I can spend time completely alone with you, only to be forced to spend that time on discipline?” He half-laughed. “You got what you deserved tonight- what you needed. Like it or not, it was for your sake we had to go through this. I had to sacrifice a nice evening with the person I love and instead engage in unpleasant necessities!”

I knew he was right, that he had only done this because he loved me. But I was still crying and my bottom was still hurting unbearably. He wasn’t expecting gratitude, was he?

Apparently so.

“And that’s why I expect that during the next phase of your punishment that you will show me your appreciation” he continued.

“The next phase” I screamed. I began to weep in panic.

“Bella” Edward warned. “I’ll accept crying when you’re in pain, but this isn’t crying, this is complaining, and that will only get you an additional punishment.” He raised his hand in the air.

I tried to calm down. “Please” I begged. “I’m trying to clam down.” He gave me a moment.

When I was a little calmer, he stood me up. I wobbled at first but soon got my balance. He instructed me to pull up my jeans, and I lifted them gingerly over my bottom.

Edward pointed to a high desk in the corner of the room. It faced the wall and had a stool in front of it. There was a tablet and a pen.

He walked to the desk and wrote something at the top of the tablet. He returned to where I stood. “Go to the stool.” Edward commanded. “And copy what is at the top of that tablet one-hundred times. And you are to sit directly on that stool, no standing or half sitting, until your task is complete. And Bella” he added. “I will assume that young ladies who look behind them, or work too slowly, are thinking that perhaps they need to return to the couch.” He raised his eyes. “If you know what I mean.”

I walked to the stool and sat down. The fiery pain was renewed. All my weight was resting now on my very sore bottom, making the soreness and inflammation even tenderer. Tears flowed from my eyes. Edward would not have to make me hurry. I wanted off that stool.

I began to copy what was in front of me.

Thank you Edward, for spanking my bottom as it needed and deserved.

I trembled at the statement. I kept on writing, the pain from sitting on the stool serving as an incentive. But I was bitter. It was one thing to have to take a horrible punishment, but another thing to - while my bottom still smarted- have to boringly, repeatedly, thank him for the sting. I was angry, particularly because, although I couldn’t see him, I knew Edward was calm, even relaxed.

It took me a long time to finish, during which time I could feel my bottom stop throbbing and become like one huge bruise of soreness. I was exhausted.

Edward heard me stop writing. He walked to the desk and picked up the tablet. He glanced at it, and then handed it back to me.

“Read out loud a line to me” he said.

This was too much. But I was too tired and too sore not to comply. “Thank you Edward, for spanking my bottom as it needed and deserved.” I read. I didn’t whisper it like I thought I would. I was too worn-out.

Edward seemed satisfied. He placed his finger under my chin and drew my eyes towards his.

“I know you probably think me a cruel tyrant tonight. But this is what you needed. I had hoped the spanking I gave you before would be a one time event- that the shock would wake you up.” He sighed. “I can see now I was wrong. You need training. You need discipline. I’m sorry to say, I have a feeling we may be spending a lot of time down here in the next month or so.”

I began to whimper. “I promise I’ll be good Edward. I’ll stay safe, I’ll do as you say, okay?” I didn’t think I could handle another spanking.

“Okay, Bella. I hope for both our sakes you mean it.” And with that he carried me to the car and drove me home.


LynLass said...

Just wanted you to know..........
You got me hooked.
I just finished Twilight and can hardly wait until Friday morning when I can get to the bookstore to get the rest of the series. And when I'm done there are other people at work waiting in line to borrow them as I finish!

Just look what you've started!

soma said...

I totally love this twilight fanfic you have written. I saw the movie before reading the books and the combo of the movie and book totally made me pic that Edward had this dominant/top side to him. I could totally picture him being a spanker and I love that you have a fic about that! Please continue to write more. It is written very convincingly and is just enthralling :)

Anonymous said...

Oooh I love this.

I also found these 2:

I shall keep looking and comment with anymore I find ;)

sakixry said...

i find this fanfic totally out of character and stupid... sorry...

Anonymous said...

Well, I think it's fantastic - please please write more!

Iris said...

Everyone is free to have an opinion, of course, but I'd prefer to keep the negative ones away. I didn't intend this to be a critic's forum, just a place for Anonymous to post the stories.

So like Flower's mother said, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."

Anonymous said...

It's no problem if someone doesn't like it. I can understand while some people (like me) might see in the novels room for this kind of erotica, others may feel that this is contrary to the story. Just so you know, I asked Iris to post these stories not only because I had no place to post, but because this was a place for people who might like this angle. If you don't like this kind of fantasy, then certainly this story wouldn't be for you, and I'm okay with that (I never liked Hermione-Snape pairings). This is not traditional fan-fic and certainly not for the thirteen year old set- another reason I appreciate Iris' hospitality- I would feel uncomfortable leaving this on traditional fan-fic sites.

I really should finish that third story.

mt said...

Yes anonymous you really should finish that third story ;). Again, I enjoyed it very much and you seemed to capture the characters really well even when adding this new twist. I actually don't think it's so out of place at all. There were a couple instance in the twilight book (that is the only one i've read so far) where i got that little feeling in my stomach like i get when i'm getting lectured or about to get a spanking. it just seemed like it could easily go that way. i enjoy the fact that you are exploring that fantasy. it is fun! if you choose to write more i will definitely be excited to see where you take it. what i've read so far is just like the book, it sucks you right in. good job!

Anonymous said...

I really enjoyed this - I just finished reading the series myself.

I hope you don't mind if I share some feedback. Firstly, that was one HELL of a spanking. I think it might even have changed some of what came later with Jacob - because I just can't imagine Bella deliberately risking that again. Not anytime soon, anyway.

The spanking seemed more 'Edwardlike' to me than the lines, but that's wholly subjective.

I hope that he'd save a spanking this severe for a truly egregious offense; all I could think while reading the passage was how strong he is. I have to think that she'd be sporting bruises after this one and sitting with discomfort for many days. It's hard enough of him to accurately gauge and temper his strength with her (thinking of their honeymoon); it would be so easy for him to hurt her more than he intends (he could break her pelvis pretty easily, I'm thinking).

Hope you don't take my comments as criticism - I enjoy spanking erotica and I enjoy Twilight.

Thanks for sharing. :)

Anonymous said...

Glad for the feedback. I do think I got Edward down better than Bella in this one. Some of the lines aren't very Bella-like. I do understand what you are saying about him being able to accidentally hurt her, but I couldn't figure out a way to write this without taking that "leap of faith" that he wouldn't.

This spanking wasn't for seeing Jacob, but for almost getting herself injured with chemicals, so I felt one HELL of a spanking was more plausible or justified (granted, I also wanted to write a serious one). That said, I am having trouble writing the third piece for somewhat of the reasons you've described (that, and I've got some busy projects at work). The only thing I can say is that Jacob isn't a true danger, where as the chemicals were, so hopefully that will tie in somehow, if I ever get myself moving. I will finish #3 eventually.

Thanks again.

And thanks Iris, for letting me here since I am blog free.

Anonymous said...

OK, this is my least favorite of the three..... but maybe in the fourth I can get back to some more action.


Missing Part 3: Edward leaves his mark

During the break on page 144

I awoke Sunday morning when sunlight hit my bed. Although Edward had stayed, and the fight was officially over, he still was restless last night. He had rocked back and forth in the chair so much I thought he would make marks on the floor. Finally he did hum my lullaby, but it was more perfunctory than usual. I had hoped that he would be calmer in the morning, and I turned to look at him now.

He was still sitting in the rocking chair, though I could see he must have gone home to change his clothes. He held a small wooden box as he rocked, this time more slowly.

“Good morning.” I stammered, and he put the box down on the floor and came to the bed.

“Good morning.” He replied.

I looked around, feeling a bit disoriented, and then turned back to Edward. “Is Charlie…” I began.

“Left to go fishing an hour ago.”

“Oh.” I smiled and began to lift my arms to him. But instead of embracing me, he pulled me to my feet. “There you go.” He added. I’m sure you’d like to shower and change. Why don’t I get you some breakfast?”

This was strange, and I wondered if we would be having another fight. He was usually so affectionate in the morning. But I got my things and padded off to the bathroom.

I met Edward downstairs wearing jeans and a T-shirt; he had put out a box of cereal and some juice. I ate, marveling at the silence. Edward said nothing, but more than that, there seemed no little noises from outside. When I finished Edward grabbed the dish and washed it in record time. I turned, realizing that, despite the unusually fair weather, all the windows were closed.

I got up, but Edward was quick in front of me. “Where are you going?”

“To open a few windows,” I answered, and then he grabbed me, flipped me over his shoulder and began to carry me upstairs.

“Edward!” I tried to laugh, thinking perhaps I could distract him. But I knew this wasn’t good.

He put me down gently on my bed and sat across from me. We stared at each other. I knew what he was thinking.

“So you closed the windows,” I barked at him. “So people couldn’t hear me cry out?”

He looked surprised. I guess he didn’t expect me to be so confident. “Yes” he replied.

“Because you plan on spanking me again” I added

“I told you not to go” he replied.

“And I’m not excepting that,” I answered. He looked stunned.

Part of me was very, very afraid. The last spanking had really, really hurt. I had slept on my stomach that night, and found sitting through classes excruciating for the week. I did not want to go through that again.

But part of me was angry. Last time, he was right. I should have worn my goggles- I could have been seriously hurt. But this thing with Jacob was different. This was not a real safety issue. This time I was right.

I thought through my approach. Perhaps coolness would work better than anger, now that I’ve got him surprised and listening.

“This is not like last time.” I answered calmly. “Last time,” I sucked in my breath, “Last time you had every right to punish me. I was wrong, I was sorry, and I understand you were looking out for me.” I paused to watch his face. Did he look relieved?

“But this time Edward- we haven’t agreed on this. You think it’s unsafe. I don’t. This is not fair. I’m not going to be in a relationship where you dictate all the rules.”

Edward looked at me for a minute, and then stood up. I could nearly see him trying to make a decision. Meanwhile, my stomach was in knots. Not only because I was afraid of being spanked again, but because I realized that I had put our relationship on the line. What if he left?

Edward turned and looked at me, and it was with real sadness in his eyes. “I’m sorry Bella” he replied. “And believe me I don’t enjoy this. But your safety is more important than even our relationship.”

I knew then I had lost. I hadn’t even blinked when already I found myself pinned over his knee. My bottom cringed and I began to hyperventilate.

And then Edward began to pull down my jeans. And then my panties. I was bare before him.

I was in shock. Edward was a complete gentleman. For a minute, I forgot my fear of pain as I felt so humiliated and exposed. After so many times of trying to get him to love me further, he finally was going to touch me over something like this?

“I’m not going to lay a hand on you Bella.” Edward said. “I’m not sure that would be appropriate. And I’m not going to spank you with the severity of the last time.” I sighed in relief. “But from what I can see, you need a reminder to not give into these whims to run off and play with untrained dogs.” Some of the anger in his voice returned. “So I’m going to leave you with a little reminder.”

I heard Edward opening something like a clasp, and then the wooden box he had held before was in front of me on the bed. Edward pulled out a long strap. At the end of it was a little wooden piece. I couldn’t quite make out the pattern.

Soon I heard a whoosh through the air. A flash of pain exploded across my backside, with a sharp sting to my right buttock. Another flash came again. And then another flash came again. I began to cry from the pain.

“You are being totally unreasonable!” I cried, both angry and hurt. But Edward continued, and along with each flash continued a hard sting. I realized now that the wooden piece on the edge of the strap was hitting me.

Edward strapped the same place over and over again. I felt like there was one huge line of fire on my bottom.

Edward continued with the strap. I kept hoping he would just change places, but he continued to hit me in the same place, so that I felt like he was cutting into me. He began to pick up speed, the strap coming down over and over. I begged him to stop, but he ignored me.

I was crying hard, when suddenly he placed the strap on the bed. Was it over so soon?

“This is none of her business” he exclaimed. Suddenly I was no longer over his knee, but sitting on my bed. Edward was out the window.

My hand went straight to my bottom, as I tried to sooth the sting, rubbing the sore areas softly. One area was quite tender; I could feel a raised ridge on my right cheek. I stumbled to the mirror and looked at the state of my bottom.

Across my two cheeks was one big red strap mark, slightly swollen. But on my right buttock was a raised weal. I looked closely. It formed a small letter “E.”

I looked back to my bed. The strap lay there, and sure enough, at the end of the strap a wooden carving of a backwards “E” was attached.

Despite all my pain, I couldn’t help but think whether or not Edward had made this exclusively for me.

And then at my window, Alice appeared. At the sight of my bottom, she sucked in her breath.

“I see I got here just in time.” She replied. She took me on the bed and placed her hand over the mark. I was confused until I found the relief that spread from the coolness of her skin. It was like ice on a bruise.

“Oh, Alice” I said, and began to cry. “You saw it didn’t you?”

She rubbed my back softly.

“Well, some of it” she replied. “And I also saw that working this conflict out this way was, let’s say, not ensuring a good future for your relationship. So suffice it to say that I’ve convinced Edward that this is not the best way to handle this conflict.”

I sighed and relaxed. “Thanks Alice. You don’t know how bad his spankings can hurt.”

“Oh, I’m not saying he won’t spank you again” she answered. “How you handle other issues is between the two of you. But suffice it to say, this conflict- about Jacob- won’t be handled this way again.”

I was annoyed and relieved- annoyed, because I knew I could still be spanked for some other lapse of judgment; relived, because at least we could still work out this conflict with our relationship (and my bottom) in tact. All in all, it was a fair compromise.

Alice removed her hands and looked at the damage. “I see he made a present just for you” she said, examining first the “E” shaped welt, and then the strap itself. To my surprise I felt a feeling of being loved- that Edward would actually make this for me alone. That I would bear his mark. I must be nuts.

“Bella” Alice spoke, “I really don’t think you’re being very fair to him. Young werewolves are dangerous. And while I don’t think this” she paused and looked again at Edward’s mark “is the best way to…persuade you….I’m not against helping him think of a less volatile method. It would mean a LOT to me if you reconsidered your position about this. Okay, Bella?”

I sighed. “I’ll think about it Alice.” But I already was planning my next move.

Anonymous said...

Hm...I like this one least as well. Not because of the writing, but because it's truly the least justifiable.

He won't smack her with his hand but he'll use a piece of wood to drive a brand into her? That doesn't seem Edward-like to me. My read of him (which is admittedly subjective) is that he is over-protective, but isn't inclined to win for winning's sake.

He's willing to end the relationship as long as he can leave his mark on her? I feel like I'm missing something. I very much enjoy your work, but I don't think I'm getting your point here.

A scolding or milder spanking (more like the first) would have made more sense to me based on the Edward I thought you were crafting. He's always said he'd step out of her life if that was what she wanted. When she says she can't accept this as part of their arrangement, I think he'd have given that greater credence.

BTW - I wasn't referring to your dialogue with my 'lines' comment. I meant that the spanking seemed more in keeping with how I view Edward than forcing her to write lines thanking him. Perhaps lines saying 'I will not disregard my safety' or some such. I just think he'd have made it about her behaviour and not about him.

Again, I intend this constructively, so I hope you're not offended. I hope you'll post more. :)

Anonymous said...

Not at all offended.... I'm not really happy with this one either. My idea of him not using his hands was because he wouldn't touch her "naked." Truthfully, though, maybe I should look to re-write a better piece for this scene. I just can't see this incident going by without him spanking her, but I want to be able to "insert it" into the real book- which means that after being spanked, she would still sneak off to see Jacob.

Your comment about the lines is interesting, because after I posted I did think to myself that perhaps Edward would have picked a more "I will remain safe" line.

Your feedback is actually very on the mark- no pun intended. =)

Kelly said...

Hey there,
These are very interesting stories, and I'm so glad that you decided to share them. I must say I've been looking for Edward/Bella domestic discipline type spanking fics for a long time now, and I'm glad that you've taken on the challenge. I have to agree that I'm not sure I liked the "branding" idea- though in theory its a very nice touch.

My only other critique would be that he needs to hug and comfort her afterwards! That's the best part of a spanking, and its makes it much more loving. I did very much enjoy the second story, and i think you've captured Edward quite well. And the third story got Bella really well as well.

Thanks again for posting and I hope that you write again soon!


Korey said...

It was wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Thanks so much for writing it. I have high standards for spanking romances (as I publish them now), and I have high standards for fan fic (as that used to be my biggest hobby) and that satisfied me. If there was 500 pages of this sort of fan fic, I would be whimpering by 499, as it would too soon end. I thought it was true to character, having just read the series and wishing, of course, so desperatly for a scene like this. :) Please, PLEASE post more!

Pam said...

I liked it. I've been looking for stories where Edward spanks Bella. You can definitely tell from reading the story that Edward is the type to put Bella across his knee and give her a good spanking. I've written a story that involves spanking, but it's AH, and also has lemons.

Here is the link:

Anonymous said...

I just visited your website. The fanfic you have posted is a great beginning! I didn't know how or if I could leave a comment so I'm leaving it here. I hope you continue! The world needs more Twilight spanking fanfic!

Pam said...

Anonymous, I'm glad you liked the story. Just like you, I really love the Edward-spanks-Bella angle and was frustrated that I couldn't find one of those fanfics. There are some that deal with D/s, but those felt too contrived. There were others that were just rape-fantasies, which wasn't what I was looking for. So, finally I just wrote one myself. I really like the fic you posted on here, too. That's the kind I was really looking for (though I like a bit of lemons, lol). You can leave a comment by clicking Review, but you'll have to make an account. It doesn't take long to do, though. If you haven't been back for a while, you should go back and read Chapter 13. :-)

Anonymous said...

omgomgomgomgomgomgomg -dies-

K.G. said...

As someone who is completely obsessed with both Twilight and spanking, I applaud your efforts with these stories. There has been more fanfic lately, but not *quite* what I am looking for. These tales are great and while I know you are struggling with the exact characteristics in some, you are very close. I agree with the others that Edward usually is a bit more lovey-dovey, so that might help soften the harshness he displays in your stories. I am so excited to read them and I hope you will write more. Not to mention I just stumbled upon Iris's site and think it's fabulous! Thank you both for offering up a place where I can freely enjoy two things that really make me happy!

K.G. said...

I HAVE FOUND IT!! Anyone who is into Twilight and spanking...THIS IS THE FIC for you....It is a LONG one...but one that I could not stop reading...I stopped functioning completely when I was reading...slacked at work, neglected my home duties, is AMAZING.

The first 14 chapters are pretty vanilla, but you MUST read them in order to appreciate what's is the foundation of the story.

Please check it out...and be is so hot it will put your computer screen on FIRE!

It's called "Master of the Universe" and it can be found on the author's own blog (she had to take the REAL good parts off of for they were too hot) at


Anonymous said...

I am into Twilight as well as spanking and BDSM. I have been into the fetish for two decades and have read a LOT of fetish materials related to that topic.

I started to read Master of the Universe and found it to be entirely lacking. It was not sexy or erotic at all. The author has stated that she is not into the BDSM fetish at all and does not understand D/s as a sexual turn on.

Her feelings are apparent in the story. It's completely lacking in any of the elements that make fetish erotica potent. There is too much apology for "dark desire," too much of an effort to turn it into a "pathology."

There is more effort spent on sanitizing the experience and turning it into a dish of vanilla ice cream with a few chocolate sprinkles on top, kind of like the leather, whippings, and collars thrown in to qualify it as BDSM.

In other words, it's a dish of vanilla posing as the real thing. It's fake, written by a novice, read by people who don't know the difference because real BDSM just ain't their thing.

It's all watered down, and what isn't is made to look pathological. The rest is just boring.

I googled "twilight spanking" in order to find an unapologetic Edward taking bratty-Bella across his knee and giving her a very good, bare-bottomed spanking. Maybe follow it up with some other form of domination and discipline fun. I want my Edward straight up in charge.