Taste me, love me, taste me again

As part of the build-up to the forthcoming (and AWESOME) Love Spanks 2014, Ana Vitsky is showcasing the participating authors in a series of interviews. And today the showcased author is meee! :D

Please drop by and ask me a question – Ana has snacks and comfy sofas :)

(I didn’t realise at the time just how succinct my answers to Ana’s probing questions were... I know brevity is meant to be the soul of wit, but wow! All the more reason to pop over to Ana’s and quiz the dazzling enigma that is la Hasler. I’m particularly receptive to questions about jelly tots).

P.S. no laughing at my so-simple-it’s-hardly-a-recipe recipe. Or I’ll scweam an scweam and make a frightful scene. And Ana will give me a jolly good spanking and never invite me to stay again.

It’s a schoolgirl’s life

Hello! Lingerie model and part-time scribbler Pennybird here. (I have a lot of nicknames, don’t I? This latest one is courtesy of the lovely Emily Tilton, a charming and exquisitely talented young lady. Read her books – they’re hot).

Anyway. I know I say this a lot, but sorry for the lack of blog activity of late: I’m working like a well-spanked schoolgirl behind the scenes to try and make my Love Spanks contribution as good as it can be. It’s my first time in such an event and I’m anxious to repay the organisers’ faith in me.

Did I say like a well-spanked schoolgirl? Let’s run with that for a minute.

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Poor Penny. It was all Stacey’s fault, not hers, just like she had tried to explain... Stacey was the one who had put her up to it; she was just the one caught with the spraycan in her hand. That it was red paint only made things worse. And stupid Imogen! Some lookout she turned out to be!

And so poor Penny, surprised mid-prank and unexpectedly friendless, had been marched to the headmistress’s office, red-handed and red-faced... and – subsequent to a very severe telling-off from that lady, a prim tirade including threats of public thrashings and letters home to her parents – had her tight, pristinely white school knickers taken down to her knees and her bottom paddled until it was the reddest Penny part of all. If any of the wretched girl’s so-called friends had been listening at the door their hearts would surely have broken at the pained wails coming from inside. Or perhaps each would simply have been thankful that it wasn’t their own bottom on the receiving end.

And now the disgraced Miss Hasler sits on that sore little bottom, gulping back tears as she writes, and writes, and writes, all alone in that cold, drab classroom...

...and under that wooden school desk, unseen by all, she rubs her thighs together, feeling a wicked, filthy little tingle between her naughty little legs.

Her delicacy, her softness, her nobility

One of the nicest things about being a spanking fiction scribbler and blogger is that I get to count so many creative and downright nice people as friends.

They don’t come much more creative or nice than the lady I have as a guest today: the one and only Renee Rose! And it’s my real pleasure to showcase Renee’s hot new story, a beautifully-written historical romance with spankings galore... Humbled.

Over to Renee :)

Hi Penelope!

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today to pimp my new spanking romance, Humbled. It is about a blacksmith who rescues and tames a lovely young aristocrat during the French Revolution. They travel to New Orleans, where they negotiate the idea of a long-term future together. Here’s one such discussion...

He kissed her again, then tipped her head to the side to speak low in her ear. “I should punish you for coming to see me when I forbade it.”
She promptly stomped on his foot.
“Ow!” he cried, releasing her. “You will require taming, will you not?”
She stepped back, her hands at her hips, color high on her cheeks.
“I cannot believe you wish to be spanked here, in the middle of my workshop, with Madame Montpelier’s carriage driver sitting out front.”
She looked uncertain, still backing away.
He could not help but smile, the thought of a lifetime of battling wills with Corinne too great a joy to play stern. “Do you, Corinne?”
“Of course I do not!”
“Then apologize and I shall forgive it this time.” He walked forward, slowly, giving her time to think.
She held her ground, though her chest heaved with breath. Taking hold of her shoulders, he walked her backward, then turned her around and placed her palms on his workbench.
“No,” she said.
“I require your obedience, Corinne,” he said, dragging up her skirts. “Is this not how we began?”
“If you have a switch, I shall stomp on your foot again,” she said, though her demeanor lacked confidence.
He ran his hand over her bared bottom. “I shall think of many ways to punish you, Corinne. We will explore them all. And sometimes you will find yourself over my knee for no reason other than that I want you there, and you must obey.”
Corinne looked over her shoulder and he saw heat in her eyes. He gave her bottom a pat. “Apologize, dearest.”
“I am sorry,” she mumbled.
“For what?”
“Stomping on your foot.”
“Good girl,” he said, smoothing her skirts back down. “Now go, before you become too much of a temptation and I take you right here on the workbench.”

Humbled
Sentenced to die at age eleven for stealing a pig, Jean-Claude receives an unexpected reprieve when a young aristocrat girl takes the blame instead. When the mobs of the French Revolution fall upon her château years later, Jean-Claude knows he must save her and repay his debt, but as they begin their long flight to safety he makes it clear he is not her servant and he will deal firmly with any disobedience. Though he initially intends to send her off by ship, the beautiful, feisty Corinne inspires a fierce protectiveness in Jean-Claude that makes it hard to say goodbye.

Corinne is alternately infuriated and attracted to the handsome peasant who has no qualms about turning her over his knee and spanking her bare bottom when she steps out of line. When he ends up joining her on a ship to New Orleans, their futures become inextricably intertwined, but can a common-born blacksmith and the daughter of a lord find enough common ground to make a permanent match?

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Renee Rose is a modern dance teacher, Feldenkrais Practitioner(R), energy worker and kinkster. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around her favorite kink: spanking.

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Here come the girls

I mentioned a very important and exciting thing in my last post-ette. And I can’t keep it in any longer! I am honoured (and more than a little thrilled) to be invited to take part in...

A unique collaboration of writers over a sizzling Valentines weekend, Love Spanks 2014 is set to be a SPANKING hot festival of F/F talent. Here’s Ana with the science:

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When two grown-ups love each other, someone might get a spanking!

How would you like a brand-new Kindle Fire or Nook HD or another prize from a pool valued at over $1,000?

How about free stories from award-winning authors?

This Valentine’s Day, you can participate in a short story extravaganza! F/F authors will showcase romance, paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy and spanking fiction for your enjoyment. Chat with your favorite authors, meet new-to-you authors, find great new books, and meet new friends! Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!

• Kindle Fire or Nook HD (winner’s choice)! (donated by Blushing Books)

• Book cover plus author promotional package for one F/F book
(donated by Fantasia Frog Designs)
• Custom social media package for a F/F author (donated by The Cover Artisan)
• Pre-publication consultation of a F/F manuscript up to 15K
(donated by Wizards in Publishing)

• Beginning Domestic Discipline Boot Camp package: 2 books and a 6-month online couple membership (donated by Learning Domestic Discipline)
• Three-month membership to Discipline and Desire

• $50 gift certificate to Amazon (donated by Beachwalk Press)
• $25 gift certificate to Evernight Publishing (donated by the same)
• $10 gift certificate to Amazon (donated by Read the Rainbow)
• $10 gift certificate to All Romance Ebooks (donated by the same)
• Custom-made wooden paddle* (donated by Blondie’s Place)
• Author spotlight feature (donated by VC Erotica)
• Author feature (donated by Fallen Over Book Reviews)
• Author spotlight feature (donated by Erzabet’s Enchantments)

*Available to US and Canada participants only

• Book Bundles from: Bold Strokes Books, Coming Together, Decadent Publishing, JMS Books, Library of Spanking Fiction, Loose Id, Phaze Books, Ylva Publishing

• Free book for all Love Spankers! Vampire’s Bard by Kate Richards

Plus, the first 50 Love Spankers will receive a copy of The Bodyguard by Saranna DeWylde!

Many authors also will offer a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

What’s the catch? Absolutely nothing! We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership. Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right? ;)

Here are the rules:
1. Visit each blog between Friday, February 7 and Sunday, February 9 to read the posted stories and excerpts.
2. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.
3. If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on February 9!!
4. If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), you may add "VIP" to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
5. If you are a F/F author or thinking of becoming one, please add “FF” to your comments. That way, your name will be entered in the special F/F author prize drawings.
6. Visit any of the participating blogs on Friday, February 14 to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?

Like these events? Want to support your friendly F/F authors? Become a Love Spanks 2014 Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes!

For details contact Head Ambassador Tara Finnegan at tarafinneganromance at gmail dot com, with the subject line “Love Spanks Ambassador.”

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Reality bites

That’ll teach me to be all high falutin’ about fantasy and reality… the reality side of things bit me firmly on the ass on Friday evening when my faithful old computer went phut once and for all. Major bummer as weekends are the best time for scribbling and I have a very important and exciting thing coming up.

But hurrah! My shiny new computer (let’s call it Snowball II) is now all set up and ready to rock. Time to get scribbling :D

Round Table Discussion: Fantasy vs reality

One of the most fascinating aspects of TTWD – and one that has been on my to-write-about list forever – is that of fantasy versus reality. And now it’s the subject of a round table discussion!

Of course, the nature of the things we term ‘reality’ and ‘fantasy’ and the relationship between them is an enormous question, one central to the human condition and one that has exercised minds since before TFD was born. I will spare you my amateur thinks about such matters (picture a stoned girl stargazing with her friends) and focus on the issue in as much of a purely kinky context as I can. Which is just as complex, layered and rewarding a thing to think about. Plus it’s hotter :D

As a reader and a writer I slip between realities each and every day. A lot of my blog material is explicitly reality-bending by design, whether it’s a letter to Santa from Little Penny or a note about my stay at an institute for errant girls (complete with a photograph of my rear during a uniform inspection). But you don’t need to write a blog to blur the boundary between reality and fantasy: each of us do it, each time we curl up with a book or read a story online. We do it when we watch a film (or a spanking video); we do it when we look at a photo or a piece of artwork. When we engage with these things we are, in a variety of ways, escaping our lived reality and entering a world of imagination.

In the case of erotica (and our favourite sub-genre, spanking erotica), this space is one in which all kinds of emotions and sexual sensations are evoked and heightened. The people and the events portrayed in, for example, a non-consensual spanking story might be fictitious but the sensations the story arouses in the reader are quite real. It is a measure of the writer’s skill (and the reader’s tastes and imagination) just how affecting these sensations are. Speaking personally, I find I react to ‘institution’ stories in a profoundly visceral way: my heart literally thumps in my chest as I read of women stripped of their liberty and dignity and subjected to merciless punishments in a potentially endless incarceration. As I read about these poor women’s ordeals I identify with them, I empathise; in a sense I become them, and the fictional world they inhabit becomes (for a time at least) my world, even though I am safely tucked up in bed at home. And it doesn’t seem to matter if the things I read are unlikely or downright fantastical: the suspension of disbelief involved in the reading process – allowing myself to think and feel ‘what if?’ – allows the reality of the textual world to seep into my own life. And to arouse and terrify me in equal measure.

But then this is the power of fantasy; the power of the imagination.

The blurring of fantasy and reality also takes place in other, more physical contexts, something that persons of kink understand better than most. I wrote about the topic of kinksexual roleplay in an earlier round table post and a great deal of those issues are relevant here. Perhaps the most important of these – and one that explicitly links the practice of roleplay with e.g. the act of reading – is the suspension of disbelief. To take an example from my own life, when my partner and I play ‘school’ the action most often takes place in our bedroom. I am fully aware that, even in the most unconventional of educational establishments, a lesson or detention is unlikely to be conducted in such a space. And, verisimilitude of the location aside, however wholeheartedly my partner and I might enter the roles of teacher and schoolgirl, I know that in reality we are simply two adults playing. In other words I always have an awareness of the fictionality of what we do, though that awareness is itself part of its erotic power, part of the fun.

Having said that, it’s tempting, I think, to wish sometimes that the play of fantasy/reality could be 100% reality. The things we fantasise about are things we enjoy, after all, and it’s only natural to want those experiences to be more authentic and enveloping. Whether they would be quite as satisfying as we had hoped – whether we would actually enjoy them when they became our reality, displacing the existing one – is another matter.

Quite aside from the desirability of making the imaginary real, fantasy is much more achievable than reality. One of my most cherished desires is to be a permanent pupil at a strict school, with spankings and canings an ordinary part of everyday life. My imagination allows me to transport myself to such a place, that is just as I wish it to be, in an instant. I can explore it and write about it (and in so doing give my fantasy an existence in the world and share it with others). Yet making my dream-school a physical, lived reality for myself would involve so much that it is to all intents and purposes impossible. Even if I sold a million books and was free to become a full-time lady of leisure, how could I enrol at such a school, as no such place exists? And even if it did, I myself do not correspond with the Schoolgirl Penny of my imagination. I am twenty-five and five sixths, not fourteen; I can’t unexperience my life and adult experiences. It’s the exact same issue that occurs when I play school in my bedroom, and transplanting the action to a St Trinians-esque environment wouldn’t change that.

All of these factors point to something we all recognise: that the exploration of fantasies is inevitably a negotiation; a compromise. But then this goes to the heart of the issue: because what we do when we roleplay is not reality, it is by definition something different, something other, a unique experience that has elements of fantasy and reality but is not fully one or the other. And that unique experience has a value, and a beauty, all of its own.

Okay, those are (some of) my thoughts! I hope they made some sense :) and I would love to hear yours. You can of course respond in any way you feel, but here are some potential questions for inspiration: do you find that you identify with the protagonist of a spanking story, and feel a naughty tingle when s/he is punished? Do you wish that your fantasies could be reality? Do you have a cool word for the fantasy/reality experience? (Personally, I think ‘honkifying’ would be a good one).

Penny watch

Where’s that damn Hasler woman?

Is she... melting at the Australian Open, like poor Maria (and poor Jelena Jankovic, who burned her bottom on a red-hot seat)?

An unrelated pic of Miss Jankovic from 2008: just thought you might like it.

Is she... living it up in the world’s hottest nightspots, having gone multi-platinum with her literary tours de force?

No. No, no. She’s incarcerated staying in the Whipwell Institute for Wayward Young Females, where she is being treated to a daily routine of spankings, cold showers, spankings, manual labour, spankings, maid training, and spankings. And strict schooling.

So the week hasn’t been a total loss.

Here is a photograph from the wicked Miss Hasler’s stay, taken and recorded as part of a uniform inspection. She of course had her naughty cheeks slapped good and hard beforehand. And during. And afterward.

What humiliation! What indignity! What do you think should happen to a girl with such a shamefully creased skirt? ;)

Maria watch

Good news for every tennis fan (with taste)! Maria Sharapova is fully recovered from her shoulder injury and is gracing the court once again. Here she is in action in a warm-up tournament for the Australian Open:

Yum.

Do pictures like this make anyone else envious of tennis balls, or is that just me? Such grace and power; such intensity... oh, to be on the receiving end of Maria’s shrieking displeasure; to be a misbehaving maid, walloped pitilessly and sent on her tearful, chastised way. The stuff (very hot) dreams are made of.

On an entirely related note, I was lucky enough to be sent not one but two stories by kind readers as Christmas gifts, both of which star Maria and myself! My heartfelt thanks to you both. Please know that your tales touched me in a very special place.

Just to show that she has a softer side – the side, perhaps, that a well-punished maidservant might be treated to later on in her mistress’s bedchamber – here’s Maria cuddling a puppy.

Now I’m envious of a tennis ball and a puppy. Wail!

Winter winner

Thank you to everyone who entered my Winter Spanks contest; it was great fun reading all your comments!

Okay. Prize announcement time. Drumroll please... the lucky winner of $20 of books from the good people at Blushing is...

Ed Caddydlr!

Ed’s comment in response to my question, “Have you ever been spanked outdoors?” was “Recently, where someone could have driven up and seen us. I got very hard.”

Naughty! :D

Well done, Ed – I hope you enjoy your books and that they give you lots of fun ideas for naughty things to do. Though by the sound of it, you don’t need any tips.

More excitement! The Winter Spanks grand prize winners have been announced!

Spankings are snow fun

Happy new year! I hope you all had a lovely Christmas filled with love, fun and kinkiness.

What better way to welcome 2014 than with a fun and naughty blog hop? Those clever chicks at Spanking Romance Reviews and Saturday Spankings have come up with an event guaranteed to warm you in all the right places: Winter Spanks!

There are dozens of blogs taking part and prizes galore to be won, and my little blog is one of them :)

And so to my contribution. A story starring a naughty girl called Penny (plus ça change)... thank you to the lovely Emily Tilton for helping me with it!

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It had been a spur of the moment thing; a surprise weekend trip to a place he hoped his overworked girlfriend would find beautiful and relaxing: Loch Lomond.

The place was indeed beautiful, in a wild, wintry way: the clear blue water of the loch was a mirror image of the clear blue sky; snow lay on the ground, all around them and over the rugged hills that stretched into the distance; the air was bright, cold and crisp. A little too cold for Penny’s liking, truth be told. She was very glad she had worn her thick leggings, but still she wondered how long it would be before they were back indoors, snug and warm. She hugged her cuddly toy – a small, pink creature called Mr Pink – to herself as she walked with her boyfriend along the edge of the loch.

As it often seemed to when walking, Penny’s mind began to wander. After a quick dalliance with the idea of being a swan on the water, it wandered to a place far from the starkly beautiful scenery that surrounded her and to an impressionistic, visceral place of feeling. Of sexuality.

She didn’t know quite why, and she didn’t quite understand the feelings the idea gave her, but she had always wanted to be spanked. She always felt a strange thrill when she saw someone being spanked in a film, or on TV, and she imagined herself in the person’s place. She loved that BH was the man he was – funny, considerate, kind – but she wanted him, just sometimes, to be commanding... to be firm with her... to be mean... to manhandle her; to overpower her; to slap her bottom and call her a bad girl.

Lost in her thoughts, Penny had hardly noticed that she and BH had left the footpath along the edge of the water and entered a kind of fortress. She was brought back to the moment when BH pointed at a huge black cannon and excitedly cried “Wow, look at these!”

There were six identical cannons all lined up, facing the water. Penny raced up to the nearest and smiled for a photo, then sat Mr Pink on top of it for another. She took a few photos of BH posing beside it, one with her toy in shot as if it was Godzilla, and was suddenly struck by a mischievous impulse.

She skipped to the fortress wall and leaned over the side, kicking a leg up and looking at BH with a naughty grin.

“Hey, Penny... want to come away from the edge?” BH said, a fair degree of worry in his voice. But his request went quite unheeded: instead of coming back from the parapet, Penny leaned further over it. “Ooh...” she teased, rocking forward provocatively, “I think I might fall..!”

BH, no fan of heights at the best of times, had seen enough. He raced to Penny, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to safety.

“DON’T do that again!” he snapped down at her, genuine anger in his voice and his expression. “You really are stupid sometimes!”

Penny felt a strange shiver of trepidation at her placid boyfriend’s unusual reaction. She hadn’t really meant to annoy him...

She slipped an arm round him and looked up into his face with a sweet smile. “I was only kidding,” she purred, hoping to see her smile reflected in his handsome face.

She gasped as, instead, she was unceremoniously lifted off her feet and draped face down over a cannon, her bottom pointing inelegantly towards the sky. She gasped again as a terrible thought hit her like a snowball to the face – was BH going to spank her?

“No! You can’t! You wouldn’t!” she cried, colour rushing to her panic-stricken face, feet kicking comically. And, to Penny’s relief, it seemed that he indeed couldn’t: after letting her squirm for a moment he took her by the waist and lifted her back down to the ground. But no sooner had he done so – and just as Penny parted her lips to call him a big, mean tease – he took hold of the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down, right down to her ankles, leaving her bare legs trembling in the cold Scottish breeze.

“OH!” Penny cried in shock, putting her hands to herself in embarrassment.

“I can and I will!” BH said, the unfamiliar commanding note in his voice making Penny’s legs feel a little weaker. “And without these to protect that naughty little bottom!”

Before she could say the words that flashed across her mind – “You’re not really going to spank me, are you?” – she was turned by the shoulder to face the cannon and smartly placed over it once more. Oh, the metal was so cold against her bare skin! “Help! No! Wait!” she stammered, tossing her head and wriggling in an ineffective attempt to get herself down from the improvised spanking bench she found herself draped over. But BH’s firm hand – the firm hand that she had fantasised about so often – held her in place.

Penny was unaccustomed to being in such an inelegant position full stop, let alone outdoors, and she was naturally worried that someone might see her. But for some reason the only thing she could think of to say was “N-not in front of Mr Pink!”

BH stifled a laugh and countered Penny’s protest in the same strict tone he had employed a moment earlier. “If you didn’t want Mr Pink to see you like this, you should have behaved yourself!”

And with that he raised his hand and snapped it down against his girlfriend’s bottom with a satisfying slap, as crisp as the air. Satisfying to his eye and ear, at least; Penny seemed altogether less pleased with the sensation. “Ooh!” she yelped at the sting. She yelped again when a second smack landed across the base of her buttocks, and again when a third quickly followed to the back of her left thigh. The pink panties she wore squirmed enticingly and were soon outdone in colour by the soft curves they hugged.

The strange, hot, stinging feeling that the spanking brought forth was uncomfortable enough – a sensation that quickly grew very intense, with BH’s rapid, hard smacks – but worse was the sense of humiliation that overwhelmed her. She felt like a naughty little girl; like a misbehaving child being publicly taken in hand; like a very foolish and deserving young woman. And, in stark contrast to her outward display, she felt so turned on that she inwardly hoped the spanking would go on forever. She also stopped worrying that someone might witness her comeuppance. Rather, she imagined being seen and guiltily relished the feeling it gave her. “Spank me harder!” she wanted to scream, but didn’t. “Ow! Ouch!” she yelped instead, and the wonderful tingling feeling between her legs grew more intense with every painful slap to her behind and every undignified exclamation that flew from her lips.

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On the walk back to the chalet Penny held Mr Pink under one arm rather than in both. Her other hand was on her sore bottom the entire time, soothing the sting. She was glad that her black leggings hid her red bottom, though a part of her – the same part, no doubt, that had long fantasised about being spanked – felt a delicious pleasure at her naughty secret.

It would be fair to say that she had not expected the day to turn out the way it had; she had not in her wildest dreams imagined that her desire to be spanked would be met in such emphatic fashion. She felt a guilty smile cross her lips as she began to think about how she might earn a spanking the next day.

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Hope you liked my story :) Now for the contest bit!

RULES: Follow the links to read the blogs – comment on the blog to prove you were there (or answer the participant’s specific question, if they have one). COPY AND PASTE COMMENTS WILL BE DISQUALIFIED! Each comment earns you one entry for the grand prize. You must provide your email address for your entry to count. Individual pages may also have their own form of entry (Rafflecopter, etc) for additional chances to win prizes. Enjoy all the free stories, posts, and fun!

My question(s): have you ever been spanked outdoors? If so, want to tell me about it? If not, have you ever fantasised about it?

Post a comment for a chance of winning a $20 gift certificate to Blushing Books (and of course a Winter Spanks Grand Prize!)

N.B. I can’t reply to comments as the WS organisers tell me it’s easier to collate contest entries if I don’t. Hugs and thanks to you all for commenting xx

Here are all the Winter Spanks blogs (this thing is big!):