Winter Spanks and #SatSpanks – The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard

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The Winter Spanks hop (sponsored by Spanking Romance Reviews and Saturday Spankings Blog) is over, but the stories and posts will remain around for awhile. Don’t miss your opportunity to read these wonderful offerings while they’re available. The list of participating blogs is below. Prize winners will be announced shortly. One of you will win a copy of my book, Correcting Kathy and/or the $25 Blushing Books Gift Card I donated. Thanks to all who came by for a peek!

For my entry in the hop, I’m sharing a complete short story (about 1800 words worth, so not long at all) called “The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard.” It’s a mid-20th century historical spanking romance. I hope you enjoy it; it’s my New Year gift to you–no strings attached.

The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard

© copyright 2014 Patricia Green. All rights reserved.

Emmaline turned the knob on the door with the big yellow star on it. The lights inside were already on, which puzzled her for a few moments, until she found Robby sitting in the room in front of her brightly lit makeup mirror. His back was to the mirror and he was watching her with a stony expression on his handsome face. Emmaline took in his stiff posture, the bright irritation darkening his brown eyes and the way his arms crossed over his chest, effectively cutting her off emotionally.

This was bad, very bad. She really liked Robby Burns. Well if truth was told, she had a raging crush on him. Trying to be nonchalant, but trembling inside, Em tossed her purse on the big green sofa in the center of the oppulent room and shrugged out of her mink coat. The mink was too hot for a Los Angeles night anyway, even in the middle of winter, and her dressing room was warm.

“Hi, Robby. Waiting for someone?”

“Yes, Em, and you know who.”

Turning toward him, she melted, her bravado lost. “I’m sorry, Robby. I didn’t mean to do it. I got drunk. Jerry broke up with me, that ass. You were right about him.”

Robby shook his head, a shine from the mirror lights glinting golden on the sun-streaks in his short brown hair. “I don’t care about Jerry,” he told her. “What I care about is that you didn’t show up for the performance. I had to solo through the whole thing. Do you know how long it’s been since I was a lounge pianist, Em? Do you have any idea of how difficult it was to pull it off? And Enzo Riccio was pissed as hell. He paid for The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard with accompaniment, not Robby Burns, piano player. Much of the audience demanded to have their money refunded.”

“I’ll pay him back. We’ll give him his money back.”

Robby stood, still frowning. “There’s no ‘we’ in this, Em. You will pay him back. You’re the one who didn’t show. I ought to quit and join a philharmonic or Miles Davis’ combo. You know I’ve had offers.”

“No! No, please, Robby!” Em rushed over to him and took his hands, imploring him to stay. She didn’t know what she’d do without Robby. He was her idol and her partner. He did all the music arrangements; he chose the songs; he showcased The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard and made her look good. She was sure she’d never have made Carnegie Hall and the Hollywood Bowl without him. And besides, it was December 31, right on the doorstep to 1950, and it would be a cold and dismal new year staring at her, gaping like a monster maw, without Robby.

He pushed away from her and took a step back. “You’re too unreliable, Em. You’re often late for rehearsals and performances, and I tolerated that because you’re young and immature-”

“I’m not immature,” she said, trying not to pout because that would be immature.

“You are,” he pronounced. “But, tardiness aside, Em, missing a performance altogether is the last straw.”

“Come on, Robby! Can’t I make it up to you? I’ll do better in the future. Just don’t leave me.” A few tears formed in her eyes, and they were not crocodile tears. Aside from her business needing him, Em needed him to be her friend, her companion when they were on the road, the man who made her laugh and who hugged her when times were tough. Maybe he needed more from her. “I’ll sleep with you, if you stay.”

“Em! Geez, where did you get that crazy idea?” He ran a hand through his hair, mussing up the pomade. “Even if I wanted it, I sure don’t want it like this.”

She felt like a fool. “Okay. I’m sorry. Why don’t you…” What? What could he do to punish her for her behavior, to bring her back into his good graces.

“Do you really want to make good?” Robby asked.

Nodding, she felt a ray of hope. “Yes! I’ll do anything.”

“Well, I’ll spank you. Just as if you were the immature child you are.”

A spanking sounded humiliating and painful. “I don’t know.” But she couldn’t lose Robby; she couldn’t! “Okay.”

Robby seemed hesitant, as though he hadn’t expected her to cooperate. “Good,” he said slowly. “Drop your trousers and underwear and, um…” She watched him brighten as he spied the chair he’d vacated moments earlier. “Lie over my lap, in the chair.”

Em bit her lip. Was he really going to do this? And he’d see her rear. That was seriously embarrassing. She had a good, petite figure, and probably a good ass, but she didn’t go around showing it to people. Still, this was Robby. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t have wanted his attention that way. If he hadn’t been her piano player, she’d have long-since tried to ply her charms on him. He was a dream boat. “All right,” she said.

Taking a seat, Robby positioned his knees just so and patted his lap. “We only have an hour before the performance. Get to it.”

It was too much to really look at him as she did it; too embarrassing to experience in living color. Instead, she stared at his shiny black dress shoes as she unbuttoned and unzipped her wide-legged trousers, and let them drop to the floor to pool around her black pumps. Em wore black, lacy panties, that day, form-fitting up to just below her belly button. They flattered her curves and the flatness of her tummy. What a picture she must be presenting!

“Underpants, too.” He told her.

Still staring at his shoes, Em drew her panties down to her knees, feeling her face go hot.

“Now over my lap.”

Em shuffled over and stood next to him, finally looking into his eyes. “Do we really have to do this?”

“Do you want to break up?”

Humiliation made her eyes tear up. “No.”

He patted his lap, signaling her to take her spot.

Carefully, Em positioned herself over his lap, her fingertips touching the floor to one side, her legs bouncing in the air on the other side, panties around her knees, and trousers holding her ankles together.

Robby’s voice caught as he said, “That’s right. Now don’t you forget what this is about.” Something poked her from underneath, and Em realized that Robby was excited. Geez, if she’d known this was all she’d have had to do to get his attention, she’d have dropped her drawers for him a lot earlier. At least, that’s what she thought until Robby’s hand came down firmly on her left buttock.


“One is not enough, Em. You endangered your career and put me in a terrible position.” He whacked her again, and again, and again.

Em called out “ow!” with every stroke. And it hurt! Robby was taking a toll. Her butt was beginning to burn. “I’m sorry!”

He muttered, pausing in his strokes. “My hands… I have to play tonight.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Em watched him reach back to the vanity table and grab a brush. Would that hurt worse?

It didn’t take long to find out. The first spank wasn’t too bad, and neither was the second, but the third, fourth and fifth from the wooden brush were awful. She’d taken more than a dozen spanks, by now, and her previously pristine bottom was yelling at her to stop the torture. Em squirmed in place, trying to put her hands over her rear. Robby grabbed her wrists and held them at the small of her back, never stopping the dreadful rise and fall of the hairbrush.

“I don’t want you to ever be tardy again, Em,” he lectured. “You’ll be respectful and get to rehearsals on time.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

“Except for a dire emergency or illness, you will never miss a performance. Understand?”

Oh boy, did she understand! She’d never do a stupid thing again in her life if this was the result. Of course, his thing was still poking at her middle. That might make it a little more tolerable. It gave Em ideas. She’d been avoiding all of that with her boyfriends. She wasn’t a slut despite the modern age of 1949. Women might have labored alongside men in the factories during the war, but they were still ladies. Robby, however, melted her resolve. If she could survive this spanking, she had something to work with. But the spanking, and the lecture, went on.

“No more bad behavior, Em. No more!”

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“I’m sorry! I’ll be better.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was sure her bottom was black and blue. She might never sit again! How would she climb onto the piano and do the slinky part of her routine?

The spanking stopped. “Yes, you will, or I’ll take you in hand again. Got that?”

Nodding, she stood, rubbing her behind vigorously. “Yes, I’ve got it.”

Robby stood and drew her into his arms. She felt stupid. Stupid for making such a lot of bone-headed, preventable mistakes, and stupid for her humiliating position with her trousers down and her panties lowered. She could see her red butt in the makeup mirror. It wasn’t as bad as she expected, but it was still red and splotchy. It didn’t look much like the sexy behind she usually had. Robby was definitely not seeing her at her best. She sniffled and sobbed, though the trauma was fading.

It was good, comforting to feel Robby’s strong arms around her. He ran his fingers through her stylishly cut blonde hair. “There, there, Em. I know you’ll do better in the future.”
She nodded against his chest, hoping she wasn’t ruining his tuxedo. “I really am sorry.”

Robby gripped the back of her head and turned her face up to his. There was a long pause as his gazed roamed over her face, finally settling on her lips. Em remembered that bump in his pants and pressed herself against him. Robby closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, there was something new there: desire.

Em licked her lips and a moment later, Robby kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was as though he’d been saving it all up for the right moment, the right situation. These conditions were strange, and not the romantic interlude Em might have hoped for, but she was caught up in sensation as Robby’s lips played against hers.

Withdrawing, Robby pulled her face to his chest. His voice rumbled as he said, “We have a performance tonight, Em. It’s New Year’s Eve. We can’t be late.”

Show be damned!

No, that was the wrong attitude. Had she learned nothing? Was the throbbing in her butt not a reminder? “Okay,” she agreed. “Can we… I mean… will we…”

“Things have changed,” he told her. “I don’t know if it’s a good change or not. We’ll see. We’ll start the new year with a fresh outlook.”

Pulling away, she held his upper arms and gazed at his eyes. They’d softened, holding something more than affection. Her lipstick colored his chin. “Yes. Yes, please, Robby.”

He kissed her again. 1950 was going to be a very good year.

Happy New Year!

Many prizes will be awarded for hoppers. Thanks to all who offered prizes and the volunteers who worked so hard to make this hop a roaring success. Here’s the list of prizes and donors:

Kindle or Nook (Blushing Books)
Your Choice of a Free Book Cover for Your Next Book, an Ad for an Upcoming Project, or a Custom Facebook Header or Blog Graphic (Lazy Day Publishing)
Three Month Subscription to Discipline & Desire (Discipline & Desire)
$20 Gift Certificate to Amazon (Stormy Night Publications)
Hand Crafted Paddle (Blondie’s Place)
Spanking Video DVDs (Shadowlane)
A “Get it All” Bundle (Variant Publishing) – Includes How to Get the Spanking You Want – The Complete Guide to Asking for It, Getting It, & Making It Better, How to Give a Spanking – Advice from the Receiving End, What He Wants – A Man’s Seven Secret Spanking Desires, & The Little Book of Spanking Stories
$25 Gift Certificate to Blushing Books (Patricia Green)
Learning Domestic Discipline eBook Package (LearningDD)
$25 Gift Certificate to Blushing Books (Patty Devlin)
$10 Gift Certificate to Amazon (PK Corey)
$25 Gift Certificate to Cane-iac (Cane-iac)
$5 Amazon Gift Card and two books (Leigh Smith)
Custom Social Media package including twitter & FB cover designs from graphic designer (The Cover Artisan)
Print Copies of The British Billionaire Bachelor – Acts One & Two (Maggie Carpenter)

Here’s where you hop:

1. Spanking Romance Reviews

2. Saturday Spankings

3. Corinne Alexander

4. Katherine Deane

5. Natasha Knight

6. Patricia Green Books

7. Casey McKay

8. Kathryn R. Blake

9. Renee Rose

10. Lily Harlem

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38. Kates Cravings – Batteries Not Included

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66 Replies to “Winter Spanks and #SatSpanks – The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard”

  • Fantastic story!! Loved it! I cant say that i have a favorite night club performer. To tell ya the truth, ive never been to one. :/ Maybe i should make going to one my new years resolution! lol Thank you for sharing!

  • Night club performer? too hard for me. Country western show performer? No doubt sheniah ! Party for two anyone?

  • Loved the story! I could only imagine how Em felt. She did deserve it though. 😉
    I bet her bottom will burn every time she thinks about being late now.
    I don’t think I have a favorite night club performer. I have never seen one live I’m sorry to say.
    It’s on my bucket list now though! 😉
    Thank you for sharing and for the giveaway.
    trb0917 at gmail dot com

  • Loved it! Hot way to bring in the New Year! 😉
    Hm. I was gonna say Billie Holiday, BUT then someone in your comments reminded of Louie Armstrong, and I’m totally stealing the opinion. I could listen to him until my ears fell off. 😉

  • Great story!! I’m not familiar with many night club performers…. I’d choose Louis Armstrong (hopefully he’s a night club performer!!! lol)

    nmc69 (at) sbcglobal (dot) net

  • That was a great story! Love that on the “cusp of rock-n-roll” era.
    I’ve never seen a real night club act but one of my all time favorite movies is Moulin Rouge. Would love to see Nicole Kidman and that gorgeous, gorgeous Ewan McGregor performing live. Performing music live, that is… 😉

  • I loved this. I am a huge fan of something different and you did a great job on this story. I love to watch live bands play, music similar to this Dean Martin and the Rat pack. suzyayersauthor at

  • I love this story!! So glad I did this blog hop because I found you. Can’t wait to read all your works. Although I’ve never actually seen them, my favorite nightclub act is most definitely Emmaline Irmagard and Robbie Burns. I am their (and your) newest rabid fan.

  • What a great story! Thanks for sharing. Hmm, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone perform at a nightclub, but I’d say Luke Bryan – watching him shake it at a night club would be enjoyable. 😉

  • I am pretty sure that Justin Timberlake has performed in a few nightclubs 😉
    lburger1908 at gmail dot com

  • Wonderful story, Patricia. It’s been years since I’ve been to a night club. I think I’d go with Frank Sinatra. I saw Billy Joel once in Chicago before he became famous, but I think I like Frank better.

  • I really enjoyed the story loved the 50’s vibe I got from it! I really haven’t been to a night club with a performance so I really don’t have an answer. Thanks for sharing !

  • Awesome story! Favorite Night Club Performer? *snort* I live in the South…and we don’t have “night club performers”! We have some local boys that play country music! LOL

    tammyfaris1966 at gmaildotcom

  • Great story and since this is the first time I’ve been to your site, love your Journey series! As for who my favorite nightclub performer is…I think I will go with Lea DeLaria singing jazz.

  • What a great way to start the New Year off. I don’t know any nightclub singers. However, since you went back in time so will I and I would be insane not to want to see any of the Rat Pack perform.

    • Hi – this is Laura (the one who wrote this comment). All day today my ipad has been wonky and so I am now going through all the blogs to make sure that the name that shows is hotdiggitylaura and not just Laura. Sorry about this.

  • Yummy story, Trish. Partners turning into something more. Nice. As far as the question… I don”t know about night clubs, but I’d love to hear Billy Joel in a small, intimate club performing “And So It Goes”. I used his song in one of my own stories – so sad.

  • Gosh it has been so long since I have gone to a club of any kind (except Costco) but if I had a choice I would love to see Billy Joel. This story was great really liked the authentic touches of the time period.

  • I loved your story, Trish, very nice and enjoyed the 50s flare. I don’t have a favorite nightclub performer, but last time I went to a nightclub it was to see Paula Cole and she was awesome! Happy Winter Spanks! 🙂 authorsuelyndon at

  • Loved the story, Patricia! Back when I was a performer, I always wanted the option to not show up when I didn’t feel my best. I was never willing to risk my audience, though; you don’t get second chances very often! My favorite night club performer hasn’t performed in night clubs for a very, very long time: Billy Joel, the Piano Man!

    bbbadbarbie at gmail dot com

  • Interesting story! I haven’t been to a nightclub in ages and I don’t have a favorite performer but I would have loved to see anyone from the Brat Pack back in the day!

  • Wow great story. Not familiar with any currant nightclub performers, but I used to love going to see the female impersonators when I was younger. There was one who did an awesome Tina Turner.

  • I enjoyed this story very much. I love this era and especially entertainment of this era. I would love to read more of this type of story! My favorite night club performer is a tough one. I really enjoy a local band called The Here Now and Saints & Strangers. I do just love live music though. Now that the kids are a bit older my husband and I are able to go out occasionally and enjoy it. Count this as an entry for the grand prize drawing, but you can eliminate me from your personal drawing since I was the lucky winner of Correcting Kathy in a previous contest.

  • Trish, I loved this!

    It made me think of “Chicago” with Catherine Zeta Jones and Renee Zelwegger.
    I actually can’t think of any nightclub performers- since I haven’t really gotten out much in the past 8.5 years. 🙂

    But when I think of night clubs, I think of that movie.

    Great story!

    Katherinedeane40 at gmail dot com

  • Don’t think I’ve ever been to a night club, so would be hard to answer, but if I were to go back in time? Would love to hear Nat King Cole in person. 🙂

  • I don’t have a favorite nightclub performer but I like some of our local bands here.

  • Loved the story and as far as nightclubs go I don’t really have a favorite “nightclub” performer but I do like going to see local bands we have. Just no favorites.

  • Enjoyed the story, Trish. I haven’t been to a night club for a long, long time. In fact, I wasn’t even of legal age the last time I went. I think Edith Piaf used to sing in nightclubs. She had a smoky quality to her voice that I used to enjoy listening to. One of my favorite musicals back then was “Jacques Brel is alive and living in Paris,” which was often performed as if in a nightclub, but that’s about the closest I’ve ever been to a nightclub other than once appearing on Tommy Dorsey’s show as a kid. Okay, that dates me.

  • Thanks for a great story Patricia! Haven’t been to a nightclub in a long time but a friend of mine used to play bass guitar in a nightclub act. 😉

    Cat catsbrighteyes at gmail dot com

  • Loved the story. My favorite night club performer is my friend Anthony. He’s a pianist and singer, a real Piano Man.


  • Er, what exactly is a nightclub? I don’t think I’ve ever been to one. I’ve only seen them in movies and on TV. I would say, Sinatra. “Fly me to the moon…”

    lacrimsonfemme at gmail dot com

  • I don’t really know any nightclub performers Sorry! I enjoyed the story though, and love the pic!

  • Oh geesh I don’t know any night club performers but I love the way Billy Joel sings Piano Man about a performer… I like the clubs that have open mic night where anyone can sing, read poetry, ect.

    I loved your story – very sexy. The fact that Robby had to grab a brush to finish the spanking to save his hand was well played. So glad you’re in the hop.

  • Loved the story and the characters. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a nightclub but the last act I saw was the Jersey Boys. I loved it, having come into my own during The Four Season era.

  • Great story Patricia. As to my favourite night club performer – It’s been so long since I went to a night club I couldn’t tell you. But if I had a choice to see anyone sing live, in an intimate night club setting, it would probably be Imelda May.

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