Last time, Ellen crossed the threshold of the Governor’s house. This time, she’s dragged deeper into a world where obedience is learned slowly, carefully, and never gently.
Our fantasies don’t come from nowhere. They’re clues: little dreamlike metaphors pointing toward unmet needs, hidden desires, and the lives we might secretly want. I wrote about this on Patreon, and it’s a big theme in my upcoming book.
The local magistrate has quite the reputation, particularly when the birch is involved! And today, it seems, you’re due a punishment…
Fantasy isn’t always about sex. Sometimes it’s about the desires we’re not letting ourselves acknowledge. The craving to be alone, to create, to stop outputting and finally receive. Sometimes our fantasies are signposts to the needs we’ve been ignoring.
This week we’re giving you a rare glimpse behind the doors of a magistrate’s courtroom, where justice is delivered with meticulous care and unmistakable enthusiasm.
I have a secret fantasy: disappearing to a beautiful hotel for a week with nothing but a laptop, snacks, yoga, and writing. No responsibilities. No one needing anything from me.
The magistrate has a favourite instrument of discipline, and she’s more than happy to explain its many virtues - right before throwing you over her block.
This has been one of the hardest writing processes I’ve yet faced, and I’ve written about the experience in more depth over on Patreon:
Preparing to publish the most taboo section of my book has been real shadow work. What will people think? What if it’s misread? What if I get it wrong? A tight word limit forced me to cut ruthlessly and clarify what I actually believe, and I’m proud of where it’s at.
Not very long ago, in a galaxy not very far away, an alien appeared with a terrifying question - and this is what happened next. The experiment continues…
This has been one of the hardest writing processes I’ve yet faced, and I’ve written about the experience in more depth over on Patreon:
I don’t believe fantasy is always harmless - but I know that shame doesn’t keep anyone safe. I’m developing new frameworks for engaging with erotic fantasy in a risk-aware, trauma-informed way - and just sending them for publication is both thrilling and scary.
A blast from the (fairly recent) past… 🚀 The totally out-of-this-world sequel to Space Cadet’s Spanking has landed. Exobiologist P. Blake is back, and Earthly discipline is very much on the curriculum.
This has been one of the hardest writing processes I’ve yet faced, and I’ve written about the experience in more depth over on Patreon:
I’ve just submitted the most controversial piece of writing I’ve ever published, aiming to tackle desire, fantasy, safeguarding, and power with nuance, not panic. I’m excited and terrified in equal measure!
The Galdensian Federation sent a message, and Blake answered it. Now our exobiologist is back on home soil, ready to continue their most hands-on research yet. Science has never been so satisfying!
The book is coming out. The coaching work is growing. I’m building something bigger than I imagined when I started out in porn. Every hour I spent on fansites was an hour away from the work that really lights me up - so I’ve quit.
CNs - dr/patient, otk spanking, intersections of early experiences with disability & kink 🩲
From cane to hand and hairbrush to plimsoll, Anthony continues to take his just desserts with obvious glee. There’s something satisfying about finishing what you started, don’t you think?
