It's Time For Another Writing Prompt Wednesday!


Welcome back! Last week was so much fun, I can't wait to see what happens this week.

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This week's winner will receive their choice of one of Patty Devlin's books. Thank you, Patty!

Let's go over the rules one more time.

Writing Prompt Wednesday

Each Wednesday Spanking Romance Reviews will host a writing prompt for your fun and entertainment.

  1. What is a writing prompt? A writing prompt is a line or two of a story or dialogue or a photo or anything that might inspire a story.
  2. What do I do? A writing prompt is meant to get your creative juices flowing with lots of free thinking and no editing. Once the prompt is posted, we suggest you give yourself a very limited amount of time,  say 10-15 mins, to free write based upon the prompt.
  3. Then what? Then post your response to the writing prompt in the comments. Responses are limited to 250 words…and yes, we’ll be counting.
  4. After you’ve posted your response, take a look at what others have written. See how many different ways a few words or a photo can be interpreted. Feel free to comment on their submissions too—in a friendly and encouraging way.
  5. Who can participate? Everyone! (Over 18, that is.) This is not just for the “professionals” out there. We want to see everyone give their writing muscles a workout. It’s fun. Give it a try.
  6. You said there would be prizes? Yes. Every week one random participant will be selected to receive a prize. ***Note*** anyone who would like to donate a book or other prize, please contact me celestejones215@rocketmail.com
  7. Any other rules? Of course!

Here is the list of no-no’s

  • No underage participants
  • No scenes of rape, incest or forced sex
  • No shameless self-promotion. We know it when we see it.
  1. Does it have to include spanking? No! Let your imagination run wild, but only for 250 words.
  2. Can it be silly? Yes, we encourage silliness.

And now, here is this week's prompt. Write something using this phrase “What are you going to do with that?”


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43 Responses to “It's Time For Another Writing Prompt Wednesday!”

  1. Tara Finnegan says:

    I decided I’d leave my spanking hat behind for this one. Hope that’s allowed.

    Writing Prompt Wednesday

    Mary sighed with relief when she finished blitzing the house, picking up dirty socks, underwear and pyjamas that her kids had flung everywhere as usual. Today was the first day of school and she was planning to have at least an hour of “me-time” sitting at the table, flicking through the newspaper and relishing in the silence. The kettle whistled and she filled the old ceramic tea-pot to the brim intending to drain every last drop.
    She made a contented little sound as she plopped gracelessly on the chair. The only sound was the trickle of tea into her cup and the birds singing outside in the fall sunshine. Bliss. Damn, some idiot had to ruin it by revving a motorbike.
    The sound of the back door opening brought an unwelcome interruption to her much anticipated break. She swung her head around in fright, she wasn’t expecting anyone. When she saw him, standing there, all in leathers, with an almost wild look in his eyes, her mouth opened.
    He pointed towards the yard, standing there, all shiny and new was the most magnificent motorbike she had ever seen.
    “What are you going to do with that?” she asked excitedly.
    “I’m going to take my beautiful wife for the ride of her life,” he replied handing her a helmet.

  2. Love it! Thanks Tara.

    • Tara Finnegan says:

      I’m wistfully waiting to get that quiet house as school doesn’t start back here ’til Monday.

  3. Patty Devlin says:

    If Celeste knew one thing well, it was that Mr. Jones was serious when he said that her time had come. He never went through that phase of being inconsistent in their domestic discipline relationship like her friends had often complained.
    Oh, if only she were that lucky…
    She had brushed her teeth and gotten ready for bed like he had directed. She knew that after he was done making a point on her ass, she would not feel up to doing anything but accepting the forgiveness she only found buried in his crushing embrace, with her tears washing his muscular chest.
    She pinched the fold of the rich brown duvet under fingers, but her mind was absent from her actions. A common problem. If she would have been thinking before she had gone along with the plan Renee had hatched, she wouldn’t be awaiting her punishment now.
    Her eyes fell on the red silk kimono style robe she had donned before taking her place on the side of the bed, an act of defiance on her part. It wasn’t that she was shy. She was completely confident, and not the least bit uncomfortable about being gloriously naked. After all, she worked hard to keep her body fit and trim. That wasn’t why she was wearing a robe when she should be naked. It was humiliating to be naked when he would be dressed.
    Celeste’s eyes flew to the door as she heard his footsteps in the hall. She involuntarily clenched her fists in her lap, her nails biting into her palm as the door opened and his six-foot two frame stepped inside. It wasn’t his stiff shoulders, or the ridged jawline, no- not the dark stormy gray eyes either that drew her attention.
    “W-w-what are you going to do with th-that?”

  4. Patty Devlin says:

    Well… I needed to do something today…

  5. Thianna D says:

    “That’s it!” she shrieked, throwing the door to the fridge open and tossing everything her hand touched into the garbage.

    Tom watched her with detached amusement. Whenever she became upset with him, her reaction was always to fight with food rather than with him. She hated fighting to such an intense degree that the two times he had tried to get her to have a verbal fight had turned out disastrous for his clothing. Memories of ketchup-splattered dress shirts still made him shudder.

    The first things to hit the garbage were his favorite foods. Then she grabbed his beer, opened every bottle, and poured each one down the drain. By the time the seventh empty bottle was thrown into the recycle, the tension was leaving her shoulders.

    But she was not done.

    Leaving the door open, she turned to the pantry and pulled out every one of his cereals, upending them over the garbage, spilling their entire contents before squishing each box down and tossing it in the recycle bin. Standing up straight, he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

    “Feel better?” he asked calmly.

    A few deep, slightly broken breaths were his answer before she nodded and pulled away. Relieved, he glanced over at the fridge, surprised to see one item left. Leaning over, he removed the rather large cucumber. “What are you going to do with that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow when she pulled it from his hands with a look of glee.

  6. Dinah McLeod says:

    First time I’ve tried this. Hope I’ve done it right. This was fun!

    “What are you going to do with that?” The nervous energy that came through in her voice as she eyed the wooden spoon he held made him smile. He had no doubt she was recalling other occasions she’d seen him holding it.
    “For the sauce,” he replied
    “Oh, right.” She flushed from head to toe, and he chuckled aloud.
    She was so cute when she was embarrassed. Walking back to the stove, he noticed that the red sauce was beginning to bubble. Turning the heat down two notches, he stirred the sauce until it calmed. Inhaling deeply, the scents of Rosemary and Oregano filled his nostrils.
    “I think you like it,” he commented with his back still turned.
    “Like what?” his girlfriend Kristy asked, an edge to her voice that told him that she knew exactly what.
    “It’s not so strange, you know.”
    He could picture her perfectly in his mind’s eye, sitting on the barstool with her legs tucked under her, her eyes downcast on the counter. He knew she’d be blushing again. He loved seeing her normally creamy cheeks light up with embarrassment, and he knew that if ever he longed for the sight all he had to do was say the word.
    Sean knew that once she’d seen him with the spoon in hand that she’d been unable to take her eyes from him, anxiously watching his every move. And secretly hoping, hoping things that, at least for now, she couldn’t bring herself to speak aloud.

  7. Great job, Dinah! What a fun story.

  8. Sue Lyndon says:

    Amy regarded Daniel as he stood in the doorway. Her heart fluttered when he pierced her with an intense look. She knew that look. Either he was horny or angry. She sincerely hoped it was the former. Her gaze traveled lower and her eyes widened when she spotted her hairbrush in his hand. Her tummy flipped. Was she in trouble?

    The wheels in her head spun around at light speed as she mentally replayed her day. She’d been pretty good today. Well, except for that one naughty thing. But there was no way he could know about it.

    “Hi, honey. What are you going to do with that?” She gestured at the hairbrush and smiled, trying to hide her nervousness.

    He entered the bedroom and sank down on the bed beside her. “You’ve had a long day, sweetheart. I thought I’d brush your hair and help you relax.

    Relief filled her. “Oh, that sounds nice. You’re so thoughtful.”

    Daniel guided her to sit on the floor at his feet and began brushing out her golden locks. She sighed and had almost forgotten about that one naughty thing when he threaded his fingers through her hair and yanked. Not too hard. But hard enough to say he meant business. His hot breath fanned against Amy’s neck, and she whimpered as his lips found her ear.

    “You have guilt written all over your face, sweetheart. I suggest you tell me why right now. Don’t forget this hairbrush is a versatile tool.”

  9. Ohhh. Hair pulling!

    And what was the naughty thing she did? So many unanswered questions here today.

  10. I almost missed it. Here is my writing response!

    “What are you going to do with that?” Maddie’s voice shook slightly as she watched Joe pull up a kitchen chair and sit with a paint stirrer in his hand.

    “I am going to blister your butt with it, of course. Come here and assume the position.”

    “But… “

    “Don’t argue or it’ll be worse for you. How many times have I told you to get the brake lights fixed on your car? Now you have a $150 fine.” He looked at her in frustration. “Maddie honey, I love you, but after five years of marriage I still haven’t been able to break you from procrastinating. It’s always I’ll do it later or I’ll get to it tomorrow, but tomorrow and later never come. Important things like brake lights, mortgage payments and refilling your prescriptions cannot be put off.”

    Maddie looked at the disappointment on her husbands face and felt terrible. He was right, as usual. Hesitantly, she walked up to him. As required, she pulled down her panties and raised her skirt before lowering herself across his lap. “I’m sorry, Joe. I’ll do better. I promise.”

    “Hmph. I’ve heard that before.” Joe pulled her close, anchoring her with a strong arm. Hopefully, she would remember this paddling long into the future. “Get comfortable, babe. You’re going to be here for a while.”

    The thin wooden paint stick landed with a thwack and she gasped at the stinging fire that blazed across her bottom.

    “That’s one. 149 to go.”

  11. Casey McKay says:

    No meth heads this week- only zombies.

    “What are you going to do with that?” Roxy asked.

    Trevor looked down at the plastic whiffle ball bat in his hands, “Well I wish it were a bit heavier, but I think a blow to the head should kill any zombies.”

    She shook her head, “I think you’ve played too many video games. That wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

    “That’s why I brought the wooden spoon, I can stake them in the heart if the bat doesn’t work!” He looked at her triumphantly.

    “I think that’s vampires, or werewolves?” Roxy was getting a little nervous now, they had no idea what they were doing.

    “Werewolves are silver bullets. We don’t need to worry about that. Vampires and werewolves aren’t real.” Trevor gestured for her to hurry up.

    She stayed where she was and crossed her arms across her chest, “Oh and zombies are totally believable?”

    He shrugged and held his hand out to her. “Don’t be scared, I’ll protect you babe.”

    “With a child’s toy and a kitchen utensil?” she said as she snorted out a laugh.

    “Hey, I am mighty handy with the wooden spoon,” he said and shot her a wicked grin.

    She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and made her way over to him so they could go fight some zombies.

  12. Congratulations to Sue Lyndon the winner of this week’s random drawing. Sue will get her choice of any of Patty Devlin’s books. Thanks, Patty!

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