Sunday, February 28, 2016

Health up date

I thought I’d give a quick health update. I’d say so far so good. I am on medication for the diabetes once a day. I’ve managed to lose just under thirteen pounds since I was diagnosed and the blood sugar is doing pretty well. Usually it’s around 105 to 110. When it does go up it’s around 150. I’m trying to see what cause it to go up even that high. One evening it was up I had eaten a little late, I had one small serving of spaghetti (I mean small) and a small piece of garlic bread.  So I’m not sure if it was eating later – closer to when I checked, or the spaghetti or the bread. Another time it was up I’d had rice. As I get more information I’m taking it real easy with bread and rice – I’m not that wild about spaghetti anyway.

I’ve managed to stay completely away from my beloved SunDrop, but I have missed it. I’ve been drinking more diet drinks than I would like because it’s one of the few things that helps control my cough. But now that the cough is finally subsiding I’m trying to stick more to water.

Now for the vegetables – I still don’t like them. That being said, I am eating more spinach. I like spinach in salads and I’ve found some low carb chicken dishes with spinach that I really like. Of course as fate would have it, spinach is one of the veggies Nick does not like. But he does encourage me to eat all I want.



I have an appointment to talk with a nutritionist early in March. I have my four lists – things I love, things I like, things I will eat and things I won’t eat. I hope he/she is someone I can really talk with and will help me work out some reasonable eating habits using the first three lists.  

I haven’t done much exercising and that is definitely on my ‘to do soon’ list. The cough, the cold weather, and the fact that I’m a life long couch potato have played into the reason I’m not getting up and moving. Nick, were he so inclined, could help me with this I’m sure.


The other day I couldn’t decide if Nick was foolish, brave or confident as he came into the kitchen as I was cutting up some raw chicken. With my hands fully occupied he pulled my pants down and began spanking for – well I don’t know what for, the heck of it I guess. I warned him I had a knife, but he didn’t seem very worried. When he stopped I asked, “Can you get my pants back up?” His answer was, “I don’t want them back up” and he wandered from the kitchen. I general don’t like cooking, but as I finished up with the chicken and shuffled over to wash my hands I couldn’t help grinning. Now if cooking brings this on all the time…

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Friday, February 26, 2016

Fantasy Friday - The Helpful Husband

Happy Friday everyone. It's been a very long week for me. My partner at school has been out with two severely infected ears. She has been in a great deal of pain and I have missed her enormously! With such she'll be there today.



Back in 2009 when this story was first posted Fantasy Friday was a contest where we all voted on who wrote it. At the time I got the most votes, but it wasn't me. Perhaps it was the lack of housekeeping that had everyone leaning my way. I have information about the writer at the end.Please enjoy…





The Helpful Husband


Kit looked around her home and sighed. Dirty dishes filled the sink. Piles of clean laundry covered the sofa. There was a pile of dirty laundry behind her bedroom door and another on the floor in the junk... umm, dining room. The dining room was lined with piles of boxes and stuff that she hadn't yet found a home for. Her new home had a spacious eat in kitchen, so her dining room wasn't being used, but still, it was an eyesore.

Her list of projects was overwhelming. Kit was full of great ideas and she was highly skilled at gathering supplies for her projects at great bargains. When Joey bought her the house, one of his first projects was creating her a studio. Kit was almost shocked to discover how quickly she filled all of the cabinets Joey built for her with her stash. Where had it all come from? They'd lived in a small apartment with three kids. She knew it had been crowded, but it just wasn't possible she had hoarded such an enormous amount of supplies for her hobbies.


So much to do and Kit sat with Joey's laptop, reading her favorite spanking blogs while the baby played with her blocks. Sure, she did a bit of housework here and there. Joey and the kids always had clean clothes to wear, even if they did have to sift through the piles on the sofa to find them. There were always clean dishes to use. The baby's toys got picked up occasionally. Okay, so the toys were usually strewn across the floor until Joey got tired of stepping on them and picked them up himself. Kit picked them up once in a while... maybe. Who was she kidding. She knew Joey and the kids deserved better.

Kit knew she could do better. She just needed a little motivation. Ah, but what would it take to motivate her? Several of her blogging friends were in domestic discipline relationships. Kit had first discovered spanking almost a year earlier. She was turned on... umm, intrigued immediately. When she shared her discovery with Joey, he hadn't been at all surprised. He'd always known she was a bit naughty. While some of her ideas inspired a bit more eyebrow raising than others, she always knew how much he loved her.

Kit had shared some of the articles on domestic discipline, along with other spanking information, with Joey and they'd discussed it. Neither of them really felt they were ready for that kind of shift in their own relationship. Joey enjoyed spanking Kit and she enjoyed being spanked, but it was always for their mutual pleasure. Even still, Kit got a little thrill out of pleasing Joey and doing things she knew he'd like. It didn't have to be all or nothing. If she'd learned anything from reading so many blogs, it was that there were as many types of spanking relationships as there were couples that enjoyed spanking. With that in mind, Kit sent off a quick email to Joey. She didn't know how soon he'd read it, or what he'd think of it, but off it went.

Feel like helping me with the housework? There's so much I want/need to do, it can be overwhelming and I just play with the kids instead or do other stuff. But I could get more done. Maybe you could email me in the mornings with one thing you'd appreciate done by the time you get home? If it doesn't help, or you don't want to, that's okay. It's just an idea.

Love you lots. 

Kit


Kit went about her day, doing a bit of laundry, but mostly amusing herself on the laptop while the kids played. She was pleasantly surprised to get an email from Joey only a few hours later. Sometimes he'd go days without checking his personal email. It was short and simple, but made her smile.

If you think it would help, I can try to do that. 

Love you baby,


Joey

Kit was so pleased. She always felt special when Joey emailed her from work. With his help, she'd finally be able to get the house in shape and finish some of her projects. If it worked out, maybe he'd even help her develop a routine so she wouldn't have to rely on him so much. By the time Joey arrived home from work, Kit had dinner ready and had cleared off one of the counters to make room for the new mixer he'd bought her for Christmas. She was already feeling more motivated just from the extra attention and knowing how pleased he'd be with her efforts. He hadn't even asked her to do anything yet.

The evening passed with relative normalcy. Kit enjoyed the stern looks she sensed from Joey as much as the hungry looks. Only once did their teenager tell them to stop being weird. Kit wasn't sure what prompted that comment, but she was pretty sure she was innocent. When the kids were finally tucked into bed, Kit wasn't as sleepy as she often was. Joey squeezed her lower cheeks while they hugged. Kit smiled at him and asked if he'd mind putting the clean sheets on the bed while she jumped in the shower. She cleaned up and shaved quickly, wondering what fun Joey had in mind for her. He had told her he'd caught up on reading her blog that morning, along with the last Fantasy Friday story she'd sent him a link for. He also seemed to enjoy the thought of giving her tasks to do and had been dropping hints and gestures about spanking.

Kit dried off and got into the freshly made bed while Joey undressed. She hadn't gotten a taste of him in a couple of days because she'd had a cold. The shower had left her refreshed and she wanted to take full advantage of it. She looked hungrily at Joey and told him, "come let me suck on you while I can still breathe." Yeah, that was romantic. Ah well, Joey understood what she meant and knelt on the bed in front of her. Kit loved the smooth, warm feel of him between her lips. She marveled at how he could feel so soft and hard at the same time.

Joey caressed her lovingly. He rested his warm hand on her bottom. "This is mine." Mmmm, yeah, Kit loved the sound of his voice claiming her as his. The feel of Joey's swats to her bottom encouraged her to suck him long and hard. "I'm happy you found a home for the mixer I bought you." The comment was unexpected, but his praise warmed her heart as much as his hand warmed her bottom. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm," she murmured around his cock while his hands worked their magic on her bottom.

"You like being my good girl?"

"Mmmhmm." Ooh, those spanks felt good

"Did you get extra clean for me?" he asked as his hands kneaded her warm bottom. A thrill shot through her at the promise of naughtiness implied in his question. Without taking her lips off him, she confirmed that she had. All too soon he was telling her it was time for him to love on her. "Turn around and lie on your belly." Kit was happy to do as he asked, but not before stealing a kiss. His breath was warm on her neck as he nibbled on her ears. His hands were relaxing as he massaged her shoulders. His lips were hot and wonderful trailing across her shoulders, down her back, almost there but not quite, then down her legs. She giggled as he suckled her toes. Mmm, more kisses back up her legs, onto her bottom, and then, finally, her secret places. Joey licked and teased and made her squirm.

When she was dripping with desire for him, he sat beside her and spanked her good and hard. When he eased up a bit, Kit raised her bottom higher, silently asking for more. Joey was only too happy to give it to her. He paused to dig through their toy chest. Kit felt the cool drips of lotion between her cheeks and wiggled encouragingly. Joey swirled a finger in the lotion and slipped it inside. She felt the heat as his breath activated the lotion, while he teased her with his finger. He stopped much too soon for Kit's liking, but she knew what would come next and delighted in the anticipation.

Kit heard the slippery sounds of Joey coating the toy with lube. Then she felt it rubbing at the entrance to her bottom. She relaxed herself as Joey slid the toy in just a bit, then a bit more.

"Come on, baby, you can take it. Just a little more." A shiver shot through Kit at his words. He sounded so sexy and knew just how to push her buttons. With the toy firmly in place, Joey caressed Kit's bottom as he gave her a minute to feel its fullness. Then he lifted her favorite strap and tapped it against her bottom. She wiggled for him and whimpered softly. The first few strokes were gentle and brought a warm glow to her cheeks. Gradually, Joey added a bit more oomph to his swing. Kit was in heaven. She loved the deep caresses of the leather.

Kit felt the cool leather settle across her hips as Joey gave her a good licking of another variety. She lifter her hips a bit to give him better access, but Joey knew just what he was doing. He grabbed either end of the strap and held her down against his probing tongue. It wasn't long before he gave Kit her first orgasm of the night.

By the time they both lay content in each other's arms, Kit had a feeling enlisting Joey's help with the housework would be a huge success.

~o~


“The Helpful Husband”was written by K from The Naughty Side of K, a blog which sadly hasn't been active since 2009. But she did a great job with this story so K thanks for participating in Fantasy Friday. You did a great job and I'd love to hear from you again.  I'd love to hear from anyone willing to write - send those stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I wanted to let you know that the book I told you about, Rth Rising, by Donna Steele - you remember the one with the beautiful cover...   is on sale for 99 cent at Amazon. It's a great time to give it a try.



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Thursday, February 25, 2016

Pervertables

Pervertables are one of my favorite subjects. They are, of course, any item that has a vanilla purpose the can be ‘perverted’ into a spanking toy. I’m glad we have so many places on the internet to buy real spanking implements but pervertables are just so darn much fun. We all know about things like belts, hairbrushes and wooden spoons but here are some other ideas you might like.

This is a throw-back Thursday post. I posted it several years ago, but when I came across it a while back I thought I might post it again and ask people to list their favorite pervertables. 

Ruler - Depending on what it's made of can create quite a sting.








Spatula - These hard plastic one can make a real impression!







Backscratcher - This stings way more than you would think it would from looking at it.







Slipper - Haven't really tried this one. Nick doesn't wear slippers.






Dowel rod - These sting like hell! Way too cane like for my taste but Nick still keep one by the bed.






Bungee cord - When used like a loopy Johnny I hear that this is formidable!







Dog collar - I think this one speak for itself.










Paint stirrer - These are kinda nice. Good sound, some sting, but not too much in the way of pain.








Fly swatter - I'm guessing that many of us remember these from when we were kids and it usually got used on the bare legs rather than our behinds back then.







Bath brush- Painful!!! I think that they're pretty but damn they HURT!






Ping pong paddle - Hard to explain if you don't have a table but it people aren't thinking too hard they won't be surprised to see it lying around.






Foam sword - and my most interesting and favorite pervertable our sword from Disney World. It's just the right combination of sting and thud. It's perfect for a serious good girl.





Lets do some sharing. I would love to hear what you favorite pervertables are!

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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Shhh… I’m not supposed to say anything


You know I can talk about spanking and sex and things, but this is private. What’s the big secret? Mollie is dating. My beautiful Mollie is twenty-three now and she hasn’t dated before. So here I am with hundreds of question and my tongue nearly chewed off trying not to ask them.

She did share with me that she and her roommate joined a local online dating site, where she met this fellow. Now I more than most people know there are good, honest, decent people on line - I’ve met a good many of them.

I also know there are liars, con-men, and outright creeps here too. I feel after all this time on line I can spot the fakes and bad guys fairly well. Can Mollie? After worrying that there is nowhere for young people to meet one another, I’m realizing that the Internet is the place they do meet.

She shared a little with me. I know his name and saw his picture. I emailed her the other day and asked, “Am I allowed to ask a few questions about the dating service.”
She replied back, “No.”

Then added a few minutes later, “Roommate and I have it covered. She has all the info I have on anyone I go out with and I have hers. We even have a code word for the phone or text that tells the other to call 911 if we send it. We’re got this covered mom relax.”

I guess I can’t ask for much more. I am not pestering and I’ve asked very few question since. I know they’ve been out a total of four time so far – because she’s told me. I did ask, “Do you like him or is he just someone nice to go out with occasionally?” Her answer was, “I don’t know.” And I left it at that, since I think that a pretty good answer for going out only a few times.

I'm not worried about her finding Mr. Right (at least not right now) - I'm just happy she's making friends and going out some. Of course I'll do a little worrying, but we've raised a pretty smart girl and I hope she's enjoying herself.

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Friday, February 19, 2016

Fantasy Friday - Love Notes


Let's hear it for Friday! It only been a three day week for me but it still felt long. Teachers and former teachers will understand. But Friday finally got here and we have a wonderful story. Again this is from a friend I haven't heard from in a long time. I guess there's alway the chance they'll see their story and get in touch again.






Love Notes

Working in an office can be tedious. Sitting at my desk all day concentrating on spreadsheets, budgets and financial analysis is challenging, but not particularly emotionally engaging. Don’t get me wrong, we laugh and have fun at work. Okay, so maybe the average person doesn’t find far-fetched excuses for exceeding budget targets funny, but we have to get our entertainment some way.

There I sat. Pouring over my numbers, analyzing, rationalizing, and trying to get the damn computer to cooperate with me and give me the data the way I wanted it. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration as the email notification popped up in the corner of the monitor. I noticed my husband’s name as the email notice faded to the background. Hmm, I thought. Josh doesn’t usually email me during the day. When he needs something, he usually calls.

*****
From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:35 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: meeting

Blake has jujitsu tonight. I'm feeling good. I want to try to get together tonight.

Josh

*****

Blake is our teenaged son and I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to get that “meeting” was a euphemism for a little grown-up fun. This was an interesting twist in my normally uneventful day. Knowing Josh, the “meeting” would be a little spicier than the average accountant might indulge in. We had been into consensual spanking for a number of years. Either for fun or discipline, he would make sure my backside was well attended to.

Intrigued, I put together a reply.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:36 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Oh? Are you going to make it worth my while?

*****

Snickering to myself, I sent off the email I knew would get his attention.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:39 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

Oh! I am now. I know how to deal with brats.

*****
His reply came back pretty fast. I’ve got him on the hook now! I thought. Let’s turn up the intensity a little. With a grin, I shot off an answer.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:40 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Hmm. It seemed like last time you just wanted to get done with the naughty stuff and get to the sex…

*****

I didn’t get another email right away, so I tried to pick up my work where I left off. Fanning my face a little, I dove back into to my data and started shaping my report for senior management.

Although we had been married for over twenty years, Josh and I hadn’t played this type of game at work before. I value my reputation and hesitate to risk my executive title for a few silly games. But I was having fun today.

Just as I settled in to my task another email appeared.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:47 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

You must be in the mood for something severe because you are sure asking for it. I am going to have to redeem my male ego and you are the one that's going to suffer. It sounds like a dare and I don't back down. I will win. You will be sorry.

*****

Oh my! Suddenly my pulse was racing. I knew he was only part serious and part playing. But this kind of talk was dropping me into submissive mode. Despite the flutter in my stomach, I had to add a little fuel to the fire.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:48 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

That’s starting to get my heart going.

We’ll see if you can handle me…

*****

I sent the email off smugly. Let’s see how he handles that!

At this point, I was pretty distracted. I looked at my screen with unseeing eyes and fantasized about what awaited me at home. Tapping the keyboard half-heartedly, I shuffled through some of my junk email to kill time.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:53 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

I plan to have you well in hand. You'll be begging and pleading. We'll see if you can handle me tonight.

*****

Okay, that got me breathing heavy. I wanted to be titillated. Forget about professionalism, I was horny! Looking for a little email sex, I asked for more.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 10:53 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

Tell me what you’re going to do.

*****

While I waited for his reply, I was completely useless to the company. It seemed I was officially taking my morning break, because there was definitely no work being done. My head was filled with amorous thoughts and my body was starting to tingle in places that are not supposed to tingle at work.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

Punish you until I hear true submission and acceptance. I want to hear in your voice and body that you belong to me. I want you to beg for release. I want you to beg for relief and then beg for more. I will leave reminders that will sting every time you sit. I will take you in whatever way I want and you will do so without question. You will be dominated in body and mind.

*****

From: Rachael
To: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:06 AM
Subject: RE: meeting

How will you punish me? What if I fight you?

*****

Wow. I blew out a breath and tried to calm myself. Trembling hands reached for the keyboard when the phone rang. It took a couple of rings to clear my head and then I picked up the phone and greeted the caller.

“I had to go to the other office.” It was Josh, his voice husky.

Swallowing, I tried to think of something witty to say. Although words rarely fail me, I’m not great at expressing my sexual feelings out loud. “I not good at talking about this stuff.” There was an apologetic note in my voice. “I’m much better writing about my feelings, then saying them.”

“I know.” Josh was not deterred. “I had no choice, I’m in the car.” He paused. “Are you in your office?”

“Yes.”

“Close the door and touch yourself,” he ordered.

“What?” I was shocked. “I can’t do that here. My God. There’s not even a lock on the door.” I lowered my voice and stated the obvious. “I’m at work.”

“I know.” There was no room for argument in his tone. “You’re behind a desk. Close the door and rub yourself over your pants.”

“Just a minute.” I put him on hold and shut my door. Rubbing my shaking hands together, I picked up the line. “Okay.”

“Touch yourself.” His voice was low.

I ran my hand over my slacks tentatively.

“Put your hand in your pants and under your panties. Touch your clit.” He was calm but firm.

My voice was breathy. “Okay.” I rubbed myself slowly, picturing his hands on my body.

“You’re very naughty today,” he scolded gently. “I think it’s been too long since your last spanking. I’ll take care of that tonight. Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.” I was falling into subspace. Touching myself in my office at my husband’s command, pushed me over the edge. I was transformed from the tough executive, to the submissive wife in the course of fifteen minutes. Desperately trying to think, I wanted to give Josh some feedback. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Oh yeah.”

I pictured him stroking himself as he drove. My fingers moved faster as my passion built. My mind was drifting further away and the sensations in my body were taking over. Heat built in my center as I listened to him direct my actions. He described what he would do to me that night and my breath caught. “May I come?” I panted.

“No, you will wait until I give permission.”

Oh God. I loved and hated this game. “Please, may I come?” I pleaded.

“No. Wait until tonight.”

“I can’t take it. May I stop touching myself?” I whined.

“Yes, you may. But I expect you to be ready for me tonight.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, I will,” I said snickering. And I meant it.

I received one more email that afternoon. I guess he decided to answer my earlier email asking what he would do if I fought him.

*****

From: Josh
Sent: Friday, February 13, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Rachael
Subject: Re: meeting

You will take down your pants and panties and bend over the stool. If you resist, I will grab you by the hair and put you over the stool. I will tie your hands and feet so you can't move. I will leave you in that position exposed so I can stare at you for as long as I want. When I feel you are ready for punishment, I will remove my belt and whip you until you beg me to stop. I will move you to the bed and cane you from your ass to your knees. You will be a good girl when I get done with you. I will teach you a lesson for fighting me.

*****

Do you think I got what I needed that night? You bet I did and I was a sore but contented girl the next day.




.... sorry, I was taking a cold shower!  The author of this wonderful story is Jess. Well I should say Jess and her husband since these are the actual emails they shared. So a big thanks to both of them! 

You can see Jess has worked hard to entertain us and I do appreciate it. And I hope that it you have something to contribute story wise you will send it on. I am always grateful for each person who takes the time to write for us and shares it with the rest of us. Please send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Don’t try this – or maybe you should

I couldn’t decide what to name this short post. It’s just a tiny piece of advice.

I got home yesterday, curled up in my recliner, and checked my email. As usual I got a little sleepy, pulled my throw over me and took a short nap. So when I got up to go cook dinner (yes, I cook occasionally), I felt cold getting out from under the throw.

And that’s when I said the dumbest (or smartest) thing I said all evening – should you ever say to a spanker, “I’m cold.”? Nick immediately set out to rectify the problem. Suddenly certain parts of my body were as toasty warm as I could have wanted. And the best part he only used his hands. Such a great little interlude – I may have to cook more often.



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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

I've got more suggestions

It’s been so cold here. We had another snow day Monday and we were supposed to have a three-hour delay Tuesday, but as the ice lingered we got Tuesday off too. I know I live in the south and so many of my friends farther north have much more to complain about, but I’m still COLD!

The only good thing about this weather is that it’s great for curling up with a good book. Yes, of course, I’m pushing Cassie Corralled, but today I have a few others you need to check out if you haven’t.

Our own Ronnie, from Heart and Soul, has just published her first book – I say first because I want more! I’ve been friends with Ronnie for many years and I’ve loved everything she’s posted, but having so many story in one book was great. If you haven’t already grabbed it you need to have TheSecret Diary of a Disciplined Wife needs to be on your TBR list!

Blurb:
Real life spankophile, Ronnie Soul, shares with us some of
the things she and her husband get up to in the privacy of their own home, or in a hotel, on board a boat... you name it. Here are extracts from her now not so secret diary, each piece focusing on a specific occasion, utilising hand, canes, paddles, rulers, or anything else that happens to be handy that can be used to spank a naughty female bottom. And Ronnie does get spanked - often! Sometimes because she's messed up or been jealous or cheeky, sometimes because spanking is a great form of stress relief, and sometimes simply for the hell of it as she and her partner enjoy it as a fundamental part of their domestic discipline marriage. And then of course there are the delicious after effects of such spankings to be savoured... where the sex is as sizzling as her well-spanked bottom. 


The other writer I’d like to tell you about today is Donna Steele. We’ve been friends even longer than Ronnie and I.  She is the only non-spanko writer I plug here. But I love her and I love her books. These two books are very special to me – lovely covers! Take a close look at the cover for Rth Rising was Donna's first book, it has been re-edited and re-released with a beautiful new cover. Want to know how beautiful? That  cover model is none other than Mollie herself! Trust me, she’s even more beautiful from the front.


Blurb:
A headstrong girl, Kat is raised in a colony far from her ancestral home of Rth. She comes up against the will of Puter – the computer programmed on Rth to serve them, but also control them.
Thwarted from the area of study Kat yearned for by Puter’s increasingly puzzling decrees, nevertheless, Kat determines to excel in her assigned profession – Enforcer.
As an enforcer, Kat learns even more about the infrastructure of the arcology she inhabits and the minds of the people who try to break Puter’s rules.
She is assigned by her mentor, and head of the enforcers, to hunt down and return a ‘shirker’, any colonist who tries to escape Puter’s authority. Kat sets out to make her mentor proud.
This shirker, Davd, a handsome and mysterious fellow enforcer, is more than she bargained for, and sparks fly when he turns the tables on her, capturing and kidnapping her away from all she knows.

Rth Claimed is Donna's latest release. It's a sequel to Rth Rising. And it's just as good (except no Mollie on the cover!)

Kat Stans and Davd Palfy along with a small handful of family and friends have managed to escape Puter and now live outside in freedom. But that leaves thousands trapped inside the arcologies under Puter and the sabotaged programming whose sole purpose is to condemn the colony.
Can Kat’s Aunt Castra and her young protégé dismantle the programming that has already killed Kat’s father and grandfather? And is time running out?

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