I was intrigued by Janine Ashbless’s erotic fairy story ‘Named and Shamed’ as it appealed to my sense of  the bizarre and I’ve been rewarded with a totally fab read.  So, it’s with great pleasure I welcome Janine onto my website to talk about some of the fairy stories she’s given an erotic twist to!

Named and Shamed: this fairy story is not for kids

by Janine Ashbless

I’ve been writing filthy erotic fairytales based on traditional folk stories for  – oh good grief! – over a decade now. My earliest attempt must have been “The Fairest of them All”, a short story in my first collection (Cruel Enchantment) which took Snow White, transposed it to medieval Scotland and told it from the viewpoint of the beautiful, imperious witch,  who uses BDSM to make her unhappy out-of-control stepdaughter into something resembling a functional human being.

Years later, I used Snow White again in “Gold, On Snow” (published in Alison’s Wonderland)  as the vehicle for a crazy gangbang story with  – you guessed it – one very bad princess and seven creepy Svartalfar.

You see, you can do anything with fairy tales. You can retell them in a hundred different ways. You can twist them, turn them inside out, change the ending to shock the reader, or play upon the fact that the reader knows the traditional ending  to let them fill in the gaps themselves. You can redeem a vile story, or pervert an innocent one.  Fairy stories, like slash fiction, are a form of common ground. You and your readers meet halfway from the very beginning, and you meet in a space that’s charged with emotional memories (who does not remember the first time they watched Disney’s Snow White?) and heavy with symbolism.

My demented romp of a BDSM novel, Named and Shamed, is a fairy story in two senses, by the way. First, it’s a story with fairies in it - the setting is a contemporary Britain in which all the hobgoblins and pagan gods and folktale monsters have returned, and believe me that is NOT a good thing for the rest of us.

Secondly, it’s a novel that plays with fairy tales, openly. In the prologue the narrator Tansy is upfront about this. She needs a favour doing – she’s lost something terribly important – and a supernatural creature (whose true identity she is initially unaware of, to her cost) offers to get it back for her, in exchange for a night together. Tansy mocks herself for having inadvertently started down the path of The Princess and the Frog (the Grimm version of that promise is, by the way: “but if thou wouldst love me, and have me for thy companion and play-fellow, and let me sit by thee at table, and eat from thy plate, and drink from thy cup, and sleep in thy little bed, if thou wouldst promise all this, then would I dive below the water and fetch thee thy golden ball again.” If that’s not kinky I don’t know what is!).

The problem for Tansy is that her tale isn’t so much the froggy one (in which the shapechanged creature is more victim than villain), but a whole lot more like Rumpelstiltskin, which also features a bargain made between a desperate mortal woman and a supernatural dude … only this time, it’s a very bad bargain indeed. To get out of it Tansy has to find out the bad guy’s True Name, and she’s up against the clock.

Her quest involves a trip into the deep heart of Faerie, and messes about with traditional fairy tales right across the scale, from the legends of the Welsh Mabinogion to nursery fable The Three Billy Goats Gruff.

And when you find out what happens with that troll … well, you might never again be able to go trip-trapping over a bridge without a shudder ;-)

Janine Ashbless

www.janineashbless.com

http://sweetmeatspress.com/erotic_stories/illustrated_erotic_stories_named_shamed.html

Cover Blurb:

“Once upon a time . . .  a naughty girl called Tansy stole a very precious manuscript from a kindly antiquarian. But all of the world’s ancient and powerful magic, lost for centuries, has returned – and now there is much more at stake than a few sheets of parchment.

Thus begins a rude and rugged fairytale the likes of which you NEVER read when you were little! Poor Tansy is led though the most pleasurable trials and the most shameful tribulations as her quest unfolds before her. Orgasmic joy and abject humiliation are laid upon Tansy in equal measure as she straddles the two worlds of magic and man.

From debauched dryads to oversexed ogres, fantasy and BDSM slither together to make Named & Shamed the consummate adult fable – all lusciously illustrated by John LaChatte. Immerse yourself in this dark and depraved fairy tale, and may all your endings be happy ever after!”

Buy Links:

1 Erotica e-books:

http://1eroticaebooks.com/erotica/named-and-shamed/prod_2896.html

1 Place for Romance:

http://1placeforromance.com/erotica/named-and-shamed/prod_7834.html

These e-versions include 19 interior illustrations by John LaChatte, as does the paperback:

Amazon UK:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Named-Shamed-Janine-Ashbless/dp/0957003781/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1337623893&sr=1-3

Amazon US:

http://www.amazon.com/Named-Shamed-Janine-Ashbless/dp/0957003781/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1337623953&sr=1-1

Named and Shamed is also available on Kindle (via Amazon sites), but without interior illustrations.

 

Excerpt:

For a moment there was no response and I held my breath. Then came the bump of a cupboard door. I had the wit not to move. I held myself almost motionless, face down and ass up, my hands holding my cheeks open, my naked pussy splayed and pulsing with heat. I assumed the house-hob could see in the dark, after all. Gently I shifted my ass back and forth, hoping to entice it. The lino was chilly under my feet.

“Are you a good girl?” said a voice, as faint and whispery as dry leaves.


“Me? Yes, I’m a good girl.” My breath was condensing on the cold tabletop. “I swept the floor and made up the fire before bed. I washed up.” 

“Are you clean? Are you careful? Not lazy, not silly, not dishonest?” 

By most standards I reckoned I counted as deeply dirty and reckless, to be honest, but that wasn’t the answer the house-hob was looking for. And at least I don’t think I could be described as workshy.

“Yes,” I lied. “I’m a good girl. A good, sweet girl. Take a look.”

With the lightest of thumps it landed on the table next to me, and I tried not to flinch. Then it hopped onto the small of my back. I thought again of spider monkeys, as long, satiny limbs wrapped around my ass. Tiny hands spread my labia. The sigh of a long exhalation of breath reached my ears. Then the tongue. Wet and slick, slipping down my asscrack from hole to hole.

 

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