Night Out

Imogen Buxton, bravely faces the consequences of breaking her family's rules and bends over for a severe dose of the cane upon returning home after going out without permission.

The First Technomancer

Born of a demon, intended to be a messiah, only later to become a madman of the forest glen, the enigmatic figure history recalls as Merlin Emrys is not who, or what you think he is. With his faithful owl Vrroch, Merlin wanders high, and low. Ever seeking, always learning. His magic, and meddling can make empires rise or fall.




Chapter 1. The Devil Comes…  


Who said Merlin is dead? If my discovery at Granith Tor is any indication, the man who history recalls as Merlin Emrys roams this universe still. Certainly, the Lady Imogen Drake’s recovery and restoration of the weapon Excalibur confirms the existence of the warlord Uther Pendragon, which implies also a King Arthur. Geoffrey of Monmouth and Sir Thomas Mallory just didn’t get all the details exactly right. There’s little doubt. Merlin was real! Born of a demon, he was both a would be Messiah, and madman of the forest glen.

— Oriole ‘Orin’ Amirjeen, Private Correspondence With The Arclayht Triad 

 

[653 BC. Achaemenid Empire, Persia] 

The pillar of whirling sand and white fire resolved itself into a form, that of a humanoid male, notably though, a winged being, whose crystalline-like feathered pinions folded down and out-of-his-way, to be hidden beneath a billowing black shroud. Glancing about, the sharply goateed man sighed, while he thought: Transmutation requires of me, much too great power to build such a crude shell so as to contain my code’s resplendent likeness. Yet, it’s the only way to interact with these creatures. And I have a goal! He painfully realized without Araboth’s resources, he’d need be very mindful with his matrix. No new pod waited for him to hatch out of, no resurrection for an outcast. Though, that thought provided him a mirthful chuckle, what he was about to do here went against all Vril culture and teachings regarding death and life.

Indeed, the newcomer to Earth did have a goal. His rebel Legion even now gathered intelligence that El-Shaddai, his very own twin brother began to lay the groundwork for their Father’s master plans, and that those plans somehow involved persuading these humans to join them in everlasting faithfulness.

Better to beat them at their own game. He thought.

Caned Before Bed

Tanya, waits for her daddy to come up the stairs and cane her for maxing out his credit card on stupid things like CDs when she was supposed to purchase new things for school.

Pink Nightie

Naughty Sheena, gets caned in the front hallway for lying about her whereabouts the previous evening. And is mortified that her aunt shows up at the door, just in time to watch the bad girl get her bared bum thrashed.


[Sheena Weston, 19]
Hands atop of her head, glossy raven hair narrowed down her shoulders toward the middle of her back, past the thin orange straps which matched the trim on her pink satin nightie. 34F cups thrust outward, her boobs nearly burst over the top, she sucked in deep nervous breathes, trying to calm herself while she waited in anxious expectancy for her mum to return home. Tears already threatened to erupt from Sheena's big clear blue eyes. In front of her, the wooden straight back chair set against a wall. To her left, close to the front door stood a coat rack, where hung the crook handled slender cane, always on display in the entryway so as to remind Sheena to be a good young woman.

A Long Burning Star

On the 100th Anniversary of Fountainhead’s founding, the Sovereign gets a visit from an old friend.


Part 1. Sword Of Lightning 

 
[Fountainhead: Prometheus City, Argon Palace]  

The Sovereign stood alone, and grave out on his balcony, before him, over his Conglomerate’s capital, fireworks exploded in a blare of color. Today marked the 100th Anniversary. A century ago, his people fled Earth, and Anunnaki oppression.

Earth herself existed now as nothing more but a fractured husk, reduced to lifeless rubble, thanks to the destructive collision between itself and the planetship, Nibiru, which having been torn asunder from inside, came crashing down upon Mother Terra in the midst of a last ditch effort to liberate the home planet from Anunnaki dominance.

A 100 years, sighed The Sovereign.

Gemma Jane, Gets Caned

Gemma Jane Mawby went to Sunday brunch with her family, but couldn't keep from being rude, thus she earns a sound thrashing upon returning home.


[Gemma Jane Mawby, 18]

Eighteen year-old, Gemma Jane, anxiously gnawed on a balled fist, and fussed “I should have kept my bloody, damned mouth shut!” She fumed. Pouty, bubblegum pink lips trembled as she stood alone in the corner, waiting. Goddamn, the waiting. Ah, maybe she should stop cursing? After all, that's how Gemma Jane got herself into this mess to begin with.

Profanity, and being very argumentative.


Yup. That was gorgeous, headstrong Gemma Jane. She never took no for an answer. Particularly, these days, when 'No' more often than not had been issued from her parents. Mum, normally came head to head with her obstinate daughter over clothes, boys and lately, almost anything else. Even small, insignificant stuff.

Vecron Sequence #3: Killer Robot…

The Shotar, comforts his wife following the bloody incident in Numai’s streets.

Eyes glowed, vibrant electric-blue. 

Wet Slipper

Justene, breaks her daddy's rules, and is sent to wait completely bare over his sturdy workbench, out in the garage for a sound does of the soaked slipper.


[Justene Blackthorne, 20]
Justene pushed her cotton knickers down, and off, stepped out of the scant fabric and bent herself over the sturdy workbench out in the garage; her lithe bronze body stretched forward, forcing her up onto her pink toenails as she reached for the far end of the heavy wooden table, generous breasts compressed onto the hard surface, bared for her punishment.

Vecron Sequence #2: Sterner Stuff

Nadia Korelia exacts bloody vengeance, upon her Father-Creator’s murderer.


[Numai. May 9, 2019] 

“Allahu Akbar, death to all abominations!”

The Kalashnikov, SR-70 Taigan Pistol was an exquisite gunmetal-gray curve. A radical departure from the gunsmith’s classic AK-47. Semi-automatic, the SR-70 Taigan’s four heavy barrels fired a scatter of bullets, that hit with an explosive concussion.

Sikh soldiers, appointed by Raj Naresh Singh, to escort his Falcanian guests, who visited in order to inspect rebuilding efforts which they helped spearhead of the city that before World War III and its destructive bombardments had been named Mumbai. The Sikh, during the abrupt rumble of gunfire placed themselves between the lone attacker, shoulder to shoulder, beside Falcanian Drakorian Guard, ThunderStrike battledroids, and Valküri.

Madison’s Birthday Spanking

Madison, gets a hot bottom for her birthday!


Getting out of the shower, the curly haired brunette set out on her bed the clothes she’d chosen for her birthday party. A blue satin dress, that she knew would match her tan complexion. Time was running out, and her sister would soon pick her up, so they could go together to the party location.

Madison was greeted by her friends and her family. Her sister couldn’t help herself, and brought along a few of her own, male friends, intent on ‘setting her up’. That didn’t really go over too well with Madison, who smiled nicely at the guys, but wouldn’t give any of them the time of day, let alone a date. Her guy needed to be special. Not afraid to take her in hand, if need be.

Life Itself (Neo-human)

On the evening Sarina Rubik-Tank gives birth to her new daughter, she’s visited by a most unwelcome guest!

This is a free follow-up, to Synthetic, Electric Romance.



Epigraph

Our buildings and machines will fall to ruin, the systems and the names of the great will fall like leaves, but you, love, you flourish in the ruins sow the seeds of life in the wind. Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation seen salvation through love – and life will not perish! Will not perish! Will not perish!

— Alquist, Clerk and last human. From R.U.R. by Karel Capek

Vecron Sequence #1: Unicorn Star

Sharr Khan, and his wife enjoy a private carnal moment during an official event.



Sharr Khan drank his tea, its smoky bite and citrus tang stimulated his taste buds. The Shotar considered, he’d need to commission more of this succulent blend. Gathered for a casual brunch before going off to inspect Numai, the Shotar sat beside Raj Naresh Singh, inside the Kuras mansion’s comfortably furnished lounge. Sharr Khan took notice of Damianus Vorskrai, and followed the Guilthari lord’s lustful gaze.

A Proper Toe-Curling

Tanith Cofler, reports to her uncle for a sound caning, as per her agreement with her Mum.


“Shoes off.” Ordered her stern uncle.

Tanith Cofler sighed, knelt and began to unbuckle her shoes. She really loathed that command, as it foretold of impending doom for her curvaceous hindquarters. When done the tall, shapely brunette hottie neatly placed her stylish black L.A.M.B Flavia Heels beside a carved animal foot of an antique wingback chair that sat near an upstairs stairwell.

“Now go get the cane.”

Kitana

The Imperial harem is lush with gorgeous women, gathered from across the globe. Each selected for their delectable beauty or refinement. Yet a bevy of beautiful females can sometimes be a handful, especially when a new arrival thinks herself beyond the rules. When that happens, the Shotar must discipline his naughty concubine.

To Aldebaran…

A Gunstar, relishes her ability to traverse the cosmos, and takes pleasure in her planetfall.


Warping-out to normal space, the Gunstar orgasmed.

Hart Secretarial…

The Secretarial students at Hart, know when they make mistakes at school, it means a caned bottom, strictly administered in a firm manner.


Villetta Thorn hesitated outside the door, felt her long stocking clad legs tremble as she looked down at the blue card that read: “To be administered 12 of the best for repeated truancy, and an additional 6 for sloppy longhand…”

Star-fire: Poetic Collection

Star-fire: Poetic Collection

Copyright by Rodney C. Johnson

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Cover art by Roark Dallas.



Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One: Starfire

Chapter Two: Where Rests My Hope..
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Chapter Three: Dark-Fire

Chapter Four: Destiny's Collide

Chapter Five: Literally Soulless

Chapter Six: Angel with a Tilted Halo

Chapter Seven: Fire-Goddess

Chapter Eight: Screaming in the face of G-d!

Chapter Nine: Masque

Chapter Ten: SMASHED HEART

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About The Author


Introduction

I write poetry in a primal-rage. For me a poem is about unlocking my inner core, in the moment of what the Old Celts deemed ríastrad – the warp-spasm. For me, this is when I'm at my rawest, and therefore truest self. What you shall read on these pages is meant to be rough, frayed a bit at the edges.Please enjoy.

Rodney C. Johnson 


April 17, 2011

Back With The ‘Rents

22 year-old Kaela Rogers learns, the hard-way, moving back home can be painful for her backside.


[Kaela Rogers, 22]

With a sigh, Kaela glanced once more at the text that she had gotten only a few hours ago while at the office. A knot in her tummy, shortly accompanied by butterflies, Kaela entered the London flat that she resided in with her parents. The text, to the point, presented in her mum’s typical forthright way: Friday after work activity, cancel, get home. No clubbing, or going out with coworkers. Kaela didn’t need to ask why her mum had ordered her to stay in; she sort of had expected it. Getting the text however put a gloom on Kaela’s mostly enjoyable work day.

Radiun90 (Or, The Android Bat)

Doctors Turhan Korelia and Ambika Sen muse about Raidun90, and their creation of Morningstars.


Blood I will mass and cause bones to be.

I will establish a savage, `man’ shall be his name.

truly, savage-man I will create.

He shall be charged with the service of the gods

That they might be at ease!

— Marduk, Enuma Elish, The Sumerian Epic of Creation

Demons That Do Not Rest

Sharr Khan founder of the Falcanians at long last has all that he ever dreamed made real, but there are yet demons which continue to haunt the Shotar as he ascends to new found power and glory.



Historians note: The account told here takes place three months following the Great Rashalon according to the date as given by Princess Sitara to the Lady Arshira when asked about her birth. Naturally Sitara must have referred to her hatching and not the date that her mother bore forth her eggs. It should be considered that at this juncture, the Falcanian Khanate was in its infancy, much like our Shotar’s twin daughters. Also, the desolation of the United States remained a recent event and the Imperium that would rise to replace it had yet to be founded.