My Cariad and I met via a spanking site and exchanged ideas on spanking fiction. He wrote a short story I really liked and I added bits that he too really liked. It was a rather traditional and stereotyped student/tutor story but we both got a real buzz out of it.

He later wrote a story set in the Wild West and once again I added my bits to our mutual amusement and other reactions. It was called 'Way Out West' and won us third prize in a spanking mag competition. Later he wrote a follow-up story which I felt incorporated my perspective so it was left as it stood and I wrote a third episode. His follow-up story was 'Cat Fight at the Lucky Seven'and this time it won him first prize in the next spanking mag competition. My entry came nowhere

We've recently learnt that they are looking into publishing a book of the competition winners so we may get in print! meanwhile we've rather neglected our alter-egos in the Wild West although we've had lots of ideas for them. We may write the book one day...

Meanwhile, this is an extract from our first wild west story that got us the third prize.

As it happened Stan had caught the girl’s attention, too. Tales of the deputy had filtered through the saloon and he was preceded by his reputation. Good lovers were not not exactly common in the back-of-beyond, but nor were they that thick on the ground in Kansas. It was not that which had intrigued Suzee, though. It was the rumour of his delight at upturning a pretty woman’s bottom for a sound spanking that had caused her to shiver, despite her show of contemptuous outrage when one of the girls had warned her to behave herself in front of the deputy. No one was going to tell Suzee what to do! She’d had enough of men trying to rule her life in Kansas. Here she was going to be a big fish in a little bowl, she’d decided. As a dancer she’d never made it further than the chorus line in Kansas, but here at The Lucky Seven she could be a star.
Suzee was a natural flirt and as a dancer and hostess she knew how to perform but was usually sensible not to push things too far. She didn’t believe flirting entitled anyone to her favours, but she knew that with so few women around it was easy to stir up a situation that could turn nasty. So why the heck did she suddenly turn up the flame as soon as she sensed the legendary deputy’s presence? Of course it was nothing to do with Deputy Strap’s entrance, or the rumours she’d heard…
“Who’s that?” the deputy asked, pointing to Suzee who was now bent so low that her ample breasts looked in real danger of tumbling out of her low cut gown. And did she actually push down her dress further as she pretended to rearrange her hair? Stan didn’t know whether to be outraged or amused, but the stirring in his constraining denim was unambiguous in its appreciation of the hussy. Stan couldn’t help stare with baited breath, unaware that clever corsetry allowed Suzee to flash outrageously with no danger of escape. Those almost tumbling assets of hers made the mesmerised Stan long to uncover her more modestly covered assets and give her the spanking she undoubtedly deserved.
Stan sighed to himself. Much as he longed to have her over his knee, she was new to town, and perhaps was not as worldly as she appeared. True, her dress seemed tighter and lower cut than some of the other girls’ frocks but she was from Kansas. A word of advice would be more appropriate, he decided reluctantly…
His reverie was broken by Kitty’s contemptuous response: “That’s the new girl, Suzee. She’s fresh in from Kansas City and she’s driving the guys wild.”
“I can see why,” said Stan as he watched her flirt and sway from one table to another. “Call her over.”
Kitty looked unsure. “The thing is, Stan, she’s new to the work. She sees herself as a dancer and hostess only, if you take my meaning.”
“That would be fair enough if she wasn’t going around swaying that lovely behind of hers, and bending over the table in that low-cut bodice. Don’t worry Kitty. I just want a word. She needs to behave herself if she’s not for sale. And when have I ever gone where I wasn’t invited?” he smiled at her. “Or paid for it?” he added giving her rump a lazy slap as he grinned at her.
Kitty blushed, despite herself. “I know, Stan. She is a terrible tease.”
“Call her over,” said Stan. “She won’t tease me for too long.”
Suzee had watched the exchange between Kitty and Stan in excitement and contempt. She noted the sly smack that had caused Kitty to turn quite girlish. There was no way Suzee would let any man treat her with such casual contempt and get away with it. And how dare he pay Kitty such attention when she was in the room! Had the man no taste? She felt a flicker of triumph when Kitty told her that the deputy wanted a word. Suzee took great delight in choosing her words. The fear and excitement she was trying so hard to contain were not assuaged by the look of amazement, nor the sly grin Kitty gave as Suzee delivered her message.
A minute later Kitty returned. She seemed unsure whether to laugh or run for cover.
“She says she’s busy for a moment but she’ll be over as soon as she has time.”
“Will she now?”
Stan stood up slowly and moved languidly across the room. He came up close to Suzee as she joked with Gil Calhoun while sitting on his knee...