Saturday, January 28, 2012



MWAHAHAHAHA (or Bwahahahaha if you think the “B” sounds more evil)!  I’m free at last! My name is Ken Charles. I’m the darker, naughtier alter ego of Charlie Kenmore. I’ve guest posted stories on various blogs, and been interviewed, but this is my first guest blog ramble. 

Sex Tales From West County: Billy’s Tale is now available from No Boundaries Press. 

I am a pantser, not a plotter. My stories go wherever the Muse takes them. This story was interesting to write, because I never reached the original story line that the Muse first proposed.  Billy had enough back story to fill in that he’ll just need another tale (or third tale actually, since Erin O’Riordan is joining the fun and adding her talents for Sex Tales From West County book two).  

I’ve written dozens of erotic stories, but one of my all time favorites is The Mercies of Cinderella (coming from Naughty Nights Press-February 2012). Updating fairy tales provides wonderful opportunities for a writer. The reader already has a full plate of expectations. All the writer has to do is jerk the tablecloth out from under it.  

Erotic takes on fairy tales are nothing new.  Indeed, Cinderella was made into a soft core, comedic, musical  sexploitation film in 1977 starring Cheryl “Rainbeaux” Smith,  (not to be confused with the 1977 film Cinderella 2000 starring Catharine Burgess.) But in Mercies, the story line is fresh and original, and the gloves come off. 

With Cinderella, since most readers already know the back story, I was able to get right down to what mattered most, giving the Step relations their just rewards. I’m not holding my breath on Disney optioning this tale for a Cinderella sequel. There are no fairy godmothers or singing, millinery mice in this story. However, there is an exclusive, inside look at Cinderella’s wedding night. There is also non-consensual sex (be warned).  

I saw an interesting site on Facebook, “I Write Like” at It is a statistical analysis  program that compares an excerpt from one author with works by well known authors. The program thought that the writing was stylistically comparable to Anne Rice.  Mercies’ fairy tale setting and bdsm themes are comparable to her “Beauty” trilogy. I’ve had another published author make that comparison as well. It could have been worse. If the program had come back with  Dr. Seuss, I'd have been tempted to rewrite it (One Bitch, Two Bitch, Real Bitch, True Bitch!).  
Thanks for letting me ramble! 
Sex Tales from West County--Billy's Tale
Heat Level: High
GENRES: Adult Erotica with M/F SEX, ANAL, SPANKING 
Billy, age 28, was orphaned at a young age, and raised by his distant, exceedingly rich grandmother. He turned his back on his extremely rich upbringing when he turned eighteen, and moved to L.A. But his grandmother died and left him everything. Billy returns home to more money and free time than he ever imagined. He uses his new found resources to explore his kinky side.
     She lifted her head clear, but continued stroking him with her left hand. She reached over to the side table and the remaining condom. She ripped it open with her teeth, then put the condom in her mouth. She leaned over and slid the condom over his turgid rod, using only her mouth.  

     Missy clambered over him, faced and straddled him, and slowly impaled herself, singing softly to herself something like “Dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum”. When he was fully inside her, she stopped and enjoyed the sensation of being filled. Billy reached up and squeezed her breasts. She closed her eyes, and began posting up and down, slowly and rhythmically to the music in her head. She continued to mouth the words silently, but occasionally gave voice to some of the lyrics, something about going into the city to save a horse.
     She continued to post. Each time she started down, Billy thrust upwards to meet her halfway. He rolled her nipples back and forth, then mashed her full breasts together. He pinched the nipples. Missy gasped and smiled and said something about gigging frogs.  

     “I'll gig your frogs, baby.” He pinched her nipples again. “Frogs. That's a new one to me. Jugs, boobs, honkers, tomatoes, melons, tits, knockers, sure. Frogs? Nope. That one is new.” 

     She giggled, then went back to mouthing her lyrics. She continued steadily lifting herself up, then slamming back down. Her breathing quickened. Billy squeezed her breasts together, did his first abdominal crunch of the day, and licked both of her nipples. 

     “What? What?”

     He dropped back against the pillow. “What?” 

     When she didn't answer, Billy reluctantly released his grip on her right frog and gave her a sharp smack on her bruised bottom. Missy yelped, then threw her head back and screamed. “Yeeeeeeeeeehaw. Way to go, cowboy!” Billy thrust upwards just as Missy threw her weight back, practically doubling the heat and pressure on the top of his driving piston. Billy threw his head back in the pillows and came hard. 


     Payback is a bitch, and so at times is Cinderella.  Cinderella is about to marry Prince Charming.  Her evil Step Mother and Stepsisters have been convicted of high treason for their conspiracy to prevent the Prince from finding his true love, and are awaiting sentencing.  Before the Prince passes sentence, Cinderella asks to take them into her custody for a year to determine whether she may speak on their behalves.  The Prince grants her request, and remands the Step relations to one year under the tender mercies of Cinderella.  

     During this year, while Cinderella basks in the boundless love of the Prince and the joy of her first pregnancy, she applies the hard lessons she learned growing up to her Stepsisters, expressing her concern for their moral edification and well being with various paddles, straps, and even the scopula of a giant trap-door spider.  Step Mother, who taught her that nothing in life is free, has to pay for her keep with sexual favors for all who provide her with any goods or services. 

     The guard removed Elder’s hood. She blinked twice as her eyes adjusted to the light. Cinderella stood several feet in front of her next to two gorgeous, matching, frilly pink gowns. Cinderella turned and smiled, and held up the sleeve of the longer gown. 

     “Elder, dear sister. Welcome. Do you like it?”

     “It is stunning, Cinder, uh, Milady.”

     “Yes, it is. It will be a glorious complement to my own gown. Remove your dress.”

     Elder quickly unfastened and removed her dress. She started forward, but stopped when Cinderella held up her hand. 

     “We do not have much time. The wedding is in less than three hours, and I have to go get dressed. However, since I promised Step Mother that you and Younger would stand up at the wedding, I want to make sure that everything is in order.”  

     Cinderella nodded, and large strong hands gripped Elder’s arms, and turned her around. She saw for the first time two punishment blocks. A gagged Younger was strapped to the first, bare bottomed and totally immobilized. She was led to the second and forced face down on the block. A ball gag was thrust into her mouth. Wide straps across her back and waist prevented her from rising. Her hands were cuffed and then stretched out and tied in front of her. Her legs were separated slightly and tied down at the ankles. Elder felt a slight chill as her drawers were opened and her bottom bared. 

     Cinderella, wearing a thick leather glove, walked in front of the pair, carrying a wicked scourge. She swished it in front of Elder several times. A cold sweat ran down both of her underarms. 

     “Since I promised Step Mother that you two would stand up at my wedding, and I always keep my promises, I have to ensure that you will not be tempted to sit down. This is the scopula of a giant trap-door spider from the island of Gilmorragh. It is very tough, and does not wear out easily. But you have to be careful handling it, because it is very irritating to the touch.” 

     Cinderella walked around behind the unfortunate pair, and swished the scopula several times to ensure that she had their full attention. If the fearful swish failed to get their attention, then certainly the first whoosh of the initial slash would do the trick. Cinderella handed the scourge to a gloved guard, and returned in front of the blocks. Cinderella bent over and kissed each of her stepsisters on the forehead.  

     “Don’t cry, dearest sisters. I know you’re happy for me.” 

     Cinderella nodded, and the guard brought down the first of two dozen lashes each, beginning with Elder. Even through the ball gag, her shriek was impressive. Younger was no less enthusiastic.  

     Whoosh thwap!


     Swish whap!



Ken Charles is the darker and naughtier alter ego of Charlie Kenmore, the author of Earth Angel and other Seven Realms Tales, several screenplays and numerous short stories. He started writing corporal punishment (CP) erotica after coming home frustrated one night after being stood up on a first date. Originally intent on writing a “WHACK- OUCH-WHACK-OUCH” tale just to vent some spleen, Ken's plan was foiled when the story actually took on a life of its own and developed a plot line. It became one of Ken's most popular stories. Since then, Ken has taken CP from the bedroom to outer space. Whether set forth in flash fiction or in a novella, rubifaction is guaranteed.
He is a 53 year old professional from St. Louis, Missouri with one very significant other, two grown kids, and two cats.  He enjoys collecting books, art and cooking.  An avid garage sale hunter, he is still searching for an oil painting by Edouard Leon Cortes (or anything from the Drip and Drool School like Pollack or Rothko that can be sold so he can buy his Cortes).  You can find Ken Charles on Facebook, and Charlie Kenmore on Facebook and at the Seven Realms Earthside Communications Center,