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Desire in Any Language

By: Anastasia Vitsky
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: � Anastasia Vitsky and Blushing Books, 2012-2013
11 Chapters/ 21,0900 Words
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Mira thought she wanted a spanking. What she got was love.

On her own for the first time, Mira is studying abroad for her translator's certificate. Unfortunately, the heady excitement of dance clubs, late-night parties, and endless shopping quickly distracts her from her educational goals. Mira's advisor offers her private tutoring with a womanly touch, but the combined pressures of culture and language difference threaten Mira's progress at school. She is unable to get her act together until she makes a discovery that horrifies and tantalizes her: in her new country, corporal punishment is a way of life. The secret to her academic success just might also fulfill her wildest, unspoken dreams.

Sexy. Seductive. Dangerous. A compelling and poignant read.

Desire in Any Language is the newest F/F title offered by Blushing.

Desire Discovered

Flushed with the exertion of climbing three flights of stairs in the post-summer heat, I peek into the office she shares with several colleagues. I'm nearly thirty minutes late, a good twenty minutes later than the oh-so-casual ten-minute-late arrival I'd originally intended. Last week I was a good five minutes early, hiding myself behind pretend homework to avert the glances of her colleagues apologizing to me for her lateness. Today I've already sent an apology text message to her cell phone, but as I slip into the room the apologies are still bursting forth.

"I'm sorry, the bus was late and it was raining so it was slippery and I couldn't find my umbrella and anyway I spent the entire time on the bus studying..."

She just smiles and points me to the empty chair of the desk next to her. She offers me something to drink which I refuse politely. She insists politely, and I refuse again. It's our custom, sometimes waived by her finally setting a cup of tea in front of me and my drinking it half out of desire and half from politeness. In the past few months I have become more and more comfortable with her each week, but I still cling to our little tea ritual. Imitating a proper girl.

Today as she uncaps her red pen and bends her head over my notebook, I find myself holding my breath. "Did you do this on the bus ride here?" she teases.

Mustering my best attempt at indignation, I shake my head. "Of course not!" In the coffee shop the hour before I boarded the bus, I silently add in my head. No need to give more information than is required.

"I'm impressed," she says warmly even as the ink flows in dark bloodstains on my paper. I wrinkle my nose at all of her corrections. No matter how hard I try to write my compositions accurately, I always mess up a conjugation or idiom or how to use an article. "Don't be discouraged," she says, without even looking up from the paper. "It always takes time to be able to write in a foreign language. You're doing really quite well."

I decide that this isn't an invitation for complaints about the difficulty of study abroad, and I merely make a non-committal shake of the head. She turns the page, and I hear a quick intake of breath. Her voice is puzzled.

"I think you lost a page from your notebook."

"I-um...not exactly..." I blush. I'm glad that we're talking in English so that the other teachers in her office can't understand us, but I lower my voice anyway. "I meant to finish the essay but I was a little sick yesterday and the day before that I got a phone call from a friend back home..."

She nods her head thoughtfully. I squirm. She's not one for interrogation, but sometimes the earnest silence is just as effective.

"I'm sorry," I finish lamely.

The silence dangles between us like a screen gradually descending, and her unsaid thoughts flicker toward me. Her busy schedule teaching full-time and helping to take care of her ailing father. Her dedication to her work and spontaneous offer to meet with me during her precious one free night of the week. Her reassurances, at my expressions of doubt and guilt at taking her time, that she loved tutoring and her reward would be to see my progress. She takes off her glasses, rubs at the small hollow between her eyes where the pads left red indentations, and sighs. For a moment I wonder if I'm about to receive my first lecture ever. She's not one to scold, and at only four years older she's been low-key about her position of authority. I want to apologize, but at this point words seem rather meaningless.

After a moment, she begins in quite a different tone. "I think it's been a long week for both of us. Why don't we stop here?"

"I'm sorry�" It comes out involuntarily, but she shakes her head.

"It's all right. We'll try again next week." She pats me on the arm, and for a moment I want to lean into her touch.

Don't leave, I think, and push away the unbidden thought. I imagine myself bringing in a glorious composition and seeing her pride and satisfaction. I think back to my time frittered away on trashy television and hideously expensive trans-Pacific phone calls, and I wish desperately I could go back a few days in time to prepare the most magnificent essay possible. Instead, she smiles again in what I know is my cue to leave.

I'm sorry! I cry again silently. For wasting your time. For these last few weeks when my heart has been elsewhere and I can't make myself write. I'm sorry you thought so much of me last fall, that time when we first met. It's nice to be believed in, but it's also a little burdensome. There's always the fear that one's warts will eventually show through. She gives me a final nod as I put my notebook and pencil back into my backpack.

"Mira," she says with unexpected sternness just before I'm out the door, and I dart back inside. "You're giving up on yourself. You can do better." I duck into the hallway quickly, the back of my nose prickling with sudden swallowed-back tears.



Six days, twenty-three hours, and fifty-five minutes later, I stand uncertainly outside of her office door. One of the other teachers sees me and tries to usher me inside, but I smile awkwardly and pretend to search for something in my pocket. He is still waiting with the door courteously open. I shrug embarrassedly and acquiesce.

"Your student arrived," he announces, adding a rapid-fire stream that sounds vaguely like, "Come in, make yourself comfortable, sit down, you must be tired, what a long journey you make every week."

She smiles at me. I forgot how brightly she smiles, how her eyes lift and sparkle as if opening a present.

"Just a minute," she says, and I notice the teen-age boy standing next to her chair. I can't catch the speech on her part, but his half-sullen, half-remorseful downward gaze makes it clear he is receiving a reprimand of some kind. He stretches the palms of his hands out in front of him, and without warning the "rod of love," as it is referred to by the teachers, flashes through the air and downward against his palms. He makes no sound, but I gasp. I honestly thought that the threat of the stick was merely that, a threat similar to my mother's warning that the bogeyman would get me if I threw a tantrum one more time.

As he shakes out his hands, gathers his books and leaves the office, I sidle past him with a furtive peep at his hands. I see a few painful-looking red lines, but he catches my gaze and I look away in embarrassment.

"Mira!" she calls out to me cheerfully, as if I haven't just witnessed her transformation from Nice Teacher into, well, Someone Scary. "Do come and sit down. Would you like green or chamomile tea?" She pulls out the rolling chair next to her.

"Um, no thanks...I...um..." The long, shiny polished stick lying next to her desk is decidedly interfering with my concentration. It must be our day to skip the ritual offering and refusing. She ignores my stammering and pours me a cup of hot water and steeps it with a small scoop of tea leaves. Not the boiling-steaming water that turns tea bitter, but the cool-hot water just right for drinking in small sips. Unthinkingly, I take a gulp and immediately suck on my scalded tongue.

"How was your week?" she asks me. "Did you have any trouble with your translation? I didn't get any e-mail from you, so I assumed you were managing all right."

"Did you really...I mean...I didn't think you...you really..." my voice trails off. She is puzzled at my non sequitur until she follows my gaze to the "rod of love." It's a nasty-looking instrument, longer than my arm and thicker around than my thumb. Well, almost.

"Oh, that." She laughs warmly. "Don't worry. For one thing, you're not one of my high-school students. And my star student already has my love without my using the 'rod of love.'"

Ordinarily I would groan at her weak pun, but today the words "star student" hit a tender spot in my chest. Wordlessly because there will never be the right words, I unfold the papers clutched in my hand and thrust them toward her.

"What are these?"

I stare hard at the pale blue forget-me-nots on my teacup as if they will magically provide an answer. Or prevent me from having to answer. She rustles the papers, glances through them, and touches my arm.

"Mira, what's wrong?" she asks in alarm. "Are you ill? Do you have a family emergency?" I shake my head mutely. "Are you in some trouble? What can I do to help?"

I only shake my head again. How would I know she would be so shamefully nice about this? "I'm okay," I manage to say. "There's no big problem."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"I just�I can't do it."

"You can't do what? Your compositions are brilliant! Or would be if you gave yourself more time to work on them..." Suddenly her voice hardens.

"Mira, look me in the eye and tell me that this isn't some crazy ploy to get out of telling me that you haven't done your homework for today."

Oh crap. I thought she didn't do interrogations. I thought she was Encouragement and Cheerleading and Meticulous Dedication, not some psychic mind reader suddenly seeming far more than four years older.

"Could you just sign it?" I mumble. Even though her tutoring is private, it is still an official registered class. It was, naturally, she who waded through the mounds of paperwork and red tape to give me transcript credit for her after-hours labor of love.

"I could sign it," she says in a strange voice.

I involuntarily look up to see such vulnerability and hurt on her face that I again have to look down. Blinking the tears away.

"I could sign it and let you walk away from the months you've invested in this school�all because you couldn't take one day to complete your work. I hope you're not planning to attend another language institute in the near future because a drop-fail will hardly help your chances for admission. Is that what you want?"

I hadn't thought about jeopardizing future school plans, but I have to admit that she is right. Suddenly this all seems a lot more serious than I thought. I thought I could just pick up and leave on a whim. After all, I've already done the college thing. This is just extra. But if I want to become a translator, at least some official credentials are needed.

"No," I admit in a small voice.

"What do you want, Mira? Have you thought anything except just to run away?"

"Why are you scolding me?" I ask plaintively. I know it's a mistake even before the words are out, and her voice stiffens.

"What do you want me to say? 'Yes, go ahead. Walk away. Give up on yourself.' Do you really want me to say that?"

The tears are becoming dangerously close now. This lecture might be a once-in-nine-months occurrence, but she's certainly packing enough punch to make up for lost time.

"I'm sorry," I murmur. Her warm, sweet-smelling arm rests on my back and gently presses me to lean against her.

"Don't be sorry," she says in her familiar gentle voice. "Be persistent. You owe it to yourself to give it another try." I can only nod as the tears slip noiselessly through my closed eyelids.

"I'm sorry," I say after a moment. "I don't really want to leave."

"I know." She lets me rest against her for a moment. I pull away, sniffling and wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

"And I think we need to make some changes in our modus operandi."

Her gaze wanders briefly to the "rod of love" lying horizontally across her desk. Her eyes search my face questioningly. I gulp. Me? Like a high-schooler? Finally, I give the smallest possible nod.



That night her warning rings uncomfortably in my ears.

"I think we should end today with your first taste of discipline."

"Oh please no...I promise I'll be motivated and focused without it...please just one more chance."

"If we don't get the first time over with now, you'll obsess about it for the rest of the week."

"Oh no, I promise. I swear that, now I know you mean business, the threat will be effective enough by itself. You'll never have to use it even once."

A sigh.

"I don't want you afraid. That's not what it's for."

"I'm not afraid! I swear. If I don't have all of my work done by next week I'll take twice the usual punishment without a peep of complaint."

Another sigh.

"All right, Mira. I don't think it's wise, but perhaps you'll have to learn that the hard way."

Initially I am proud of my newfound rhetorical prowess, but as the week wears on I find my razor-sharp concentration fraying like 1970's shag carpet. Would it hurt? I find myself wondering�rather stupidly, I might add. But considering that corporal punishment is illegal in the schools at home and that my parents gave me little more than the odd wooden-spoon swat here and there, perhaps it's only natural that this "rod of love" looms ever and ever larger in my mind.

I pick up a pencil to start writing, only to twirl it absentmindedly in my hands and compare its thickness and smoothness with The Stick. That's what it has become in my mind, a capital-letter affair. She's stopped being my beloved tutor and has turned into this awful threatening figure. For the moment this fear is very effective in forcing me to work, but much more of this awful fear in the pit of my stomach and I just might develop ulcers. I have, in the most platonic way, a crush on her. I think having to be punished by her would humiliate me beyond recovery. How can I go from being her "star student" to just another unruly student who needed physical punishment to mind? For all of ten seconds I wildly consider leaving the school sans official approval, but the papers are at the bottom of her wastebasket. Placed there by me, with rather obvious symbolism. After my blubbering and sniveling, I threw away the discharge papers without prompting.

I sigh and return to my translation. We've finally moved beyond the Dick-and-Jane of "My name is Jane. This is my brother, Dick" into slightly more exciting fairy tales. "My name is Kongee. This is my stepsister." So far I've gotten poor little Kongee weeding in the field while her mean stepmother gives Kongee's stepsister a new dress. Then the stepmother orders Kongee to fill the water jar, but because of a frog the river overflows.

No, wait a minute. Is "jangee" river or well? And what the heck is this frog doing in the story? I wonder idly if Kongee was struck by her stepmother, or if her nasty older stepsister was ever disciplined for not doing her lessons properly. I picture shrinking-violet Kongee holding out trembling hands as her intimidating stepmother intones, "You must feel the 'rod of love' for your own good." Then, crack! Crack! Crack! Kongee is wringing her poor hands and weeping pathetically until the local handsome magistrate comes to rescue her.

I wonder, guiltily, if my tutor was ever disciplined during her school days. Compared with my stammering and blushing, she's so comfortable with assaulting students with a stick that she can even joke about it.



"Well, Mira, you wanted to fully experience the culture here, so what better opportunity is there than learning how we deal with our students? Did you know that in the old days we used the phrase 'picking up the rod' to mean becoming a teacher? How deprived your education has been!"



Balefully suggesting that I might prefer to remain deprived was only met with affectionate laughter and a squeeze of my shoulders. As if I were a petted and precocious child.

I both resent and enjoy the vulnerability of being a foreigner. I like the freshness and softness it gives me, like being a child again. For my application essay, I described my study abroad experience as a "second childhood" and expressed thankfulness at the new lessons I was learning. I had no idea that entering a second childhood would make me subject to the rules of childhood once again.



The next week, I again enter rather late. Not because I blithely forgot the time but because there was no courteous teacher to usher me into the office. As a result, I stand outside of the office door for a good fifteen minutes while studiously ignoring the curious looks of students passing by.

At long last I reflect that tardiness is probably not the best way to start the lesson off on the right foot, and I make my way over to her desk. I set a small grammar textbook onto her desk and smile expectantly. I had so many questions during our last translation that she mentioned a recently published grammar book for foreigners. I spend so much time at the local bookstore that the manager has jokingly threatened to charge me rent, so I was happy to pick up one copy for myself and one for her.

She opens it and smiles at me delightedly. "Oh good! You were so fast! How much was it?" I tell her the amount, and she opens her purse to hand me the next largest bill. When I search my pockets for change, she pats my hand. "It's all right. It's 'shimboolum gahp,' money for doing an errand. We give it to children," she teases.

Only four years older than I and yet still able to rub it in! I make a face and briefly wonder what it would be like to graduate from all this student stuff and be a professional, a colleague. Finally an adult. I have a hard time imagining it.

We immediately plunge into our work, previously delayed for two weeks in a row. She chuckles at one of my spelling errors.

"It's omgee, not omgway," she corrects me. "Omgee is thumb. Omgway is someone that babies are afraid of. Sometimes a mother will say to her baby, 'omgway will get you!' and the baby will cry and cry." Sort of like my mother's bogeyman, I think, and I marvel at the similarity between cultures.

"Does omgway also 'get' teachers who are too scary to their students?" I can't help asking. She taps her red felt-tip pen playfully in my direction.

"No, but I'm sure they would be interested in a student who calls her teacher 'princess disease.'"

I burst into laughter. Her last name is almost the same as the word for "disease," and here "princess disease" means a girl or woman who is always concerned with looking beautiful. Ever since I learned that, I've addressed every e-mail and note to her as "To princess-disease teacher."

She tries to scowl. "For shame! Don't you know you aren't even supposed to step on your teacher's shadow?"

"Aww!" This is another proverb, one that means a teacher should receive so much respect that even her shadow should be honored. It's her standard weapon whenever I've succeeded in teasing her.

"There's no shadow when we're inside," I complain.

"I can make one," she answers cheerily. She pushes her chair back directly underneath the ceiling light until a very faint shadow forms next to the bottom of her chair. I can't resist. I stomp happily.

Even as she laughs, she wraps her right hand�with such strong fingers!�around mine. "Son day!" she says to me.

I look at her in shock. It's the traditional order for a student to hold out her hands for punishment. Against my will, my hands uncurl themselves and start to tremble.

"P-p-please...I was just joking..."

She smiles at me, so warmly that I can't help trusting her. She lifts her pen and strikes it ever so softly against my outstretched palms. A sudden unexpected gladness fills my heart. If this is a joking matter, I have nothing to fear. Yet again my eyes prick with sudden tears, this time at her amazing and compassionate intuition. She knew I was afraid. That's why she wanted to do this last week.

"It's still me," she says softly. "This doesn't change how I feel about you. Or our work together."

"Th-thank you," I stammer incoherently. In answer, the pen flicks against my palms a second time.

"Don't be afraid," she tells me. "You have no reason to fear. I'm on your side."

For the briefest moment, I wonder if being struck �but it seems too harsh a word�is too small a price to pay for receiving her seemingly limitless love. I'm almost ready to ask her to give it to me. Almost.

Lynn Daley on 05/26/2015 03:47pm
This is a coming of age tale about a young girl studying abroad who is struggling to cope with adult responsibilities and feels the need to be held accountable for her actions, or rather inactions. In order to fulfil her desires Mira makes some mistakes and suffers for it, but I found it realistic considering how young and naïve she was. I liked her and though her struggles to come to grips with a new culture were interesting. Her crush on her tutor was cute but not romantic love. In fact, the story hardly counts as a romance since the actual love interest only appears briefly in the final chapter. This would have been annoying if the sequel, Mira's Miracle had not been available immediately and in that case I may have been tempted to only give 4 stars. The books really need to be read together.
Lynn Daley on 05/26/2015 03:47pm
This is a coming of age tale about a young girl studying abroad who is struggling to cope with adult responsibilities and feels the need to be held accountable for her actions, or rather inactions. In order to fulfil her desires Mira makes some mistakes and suffers for it, but I found it realistic considering how young and nave she was. I liked her and though her struggles to come to grips with a new culture were interesting. Her crush on her tutor was cute but not romantic love. In fact, the story hardly counts as a romance since the actual love interest only appears briefly in the final chapter. This would have been annoying if the sequel, Mira's Miracle had not been available immediately and in that case I may have been tempted to only give 4 stars. The books really need to be read together.
Bri on 03/31/2014 04:25pm
I absolutely loved this one. I think the idea of starting a new life in a different country makes for a beautiful story and I couldn't stop rooting for her. I was expecting the relationship between her and her tutor to take a different direction but I was glad to see some romance towards the end.
Bri on 03/31/2014 04:25pm
I absolutely loved this one. I think the idea of starting a new life in a different country makes for a beautiful story and I couldn't stop rooting for her. I was expecting the relationship between her and her tutor to take a different direction but I was glad to see some romance towards the end.
anon on 01/19/2014 10:17pm
I'm sorry to admit if I'd known this was a F/f story I wouldn't have bought it because I would have missed a good experience. I didn't find this a F/f or a spanking story. What I experienced was a first hand exploration of a young girl finishing her childhood, searching for herself as an adult. This author's writing gave me a bird's eye view of Mira's fears, uncertainties, hopes and desires. I watched her make both good and bad choices. I saw her find strong people who she came to trust on different levels, who did not judge her but supported her. In other words, I saw her grow within herself. Good read, well written.
anon on 01/19/2014 10:17pm
I'm sorry to admit if I'd known this was a F/f story I wouldn't have bought it because I would have missed a good experience. I didn't find this a F/f or a spanking story. What I experienced was a first hand exploration of a young girl finishing her childhood, searching for herself as an adult. This author's writing gave me a bird's eye view of Mira's fears, uncertainties, hopes and desires. I watched her make both good and bad choices. I saw her find strong people who she came to trust on different levels, who did not judge her but supported her. In other words, I saw her grow within herself. Good read, well written.
Laurel Lasky on 01/14/2014 09:16pm
I haven't read too many F/F stories except Ana Vitsky. I fell in love with her and her stories. They are not just spanking, but strong emotional feelings and bonding with both mother figures and lovers.
Laurel Lasky on 01/14/2014 09:16pm
I haven't read too many F/F stories except Ana Vitsky. I fell in love with her and her stories. They are not just spanking, but strong emotional feelings and bonding with both mother figures and lovers.
Kristin Elyon on 01/12/2014 01:37pm
Well, I am thoroughly de-virginized now. My Anastasia Vitsky f/f cherry has been popped and I enjoyed it immensely. I've heard so much about this wonderful author I just had to take advantage and read her story! It was a perfect mix of sweet seduction, spanking, wicked activities and loads of emotional connection. For the first half of the book I devoured each page, turning and turning without taking a breath. I can't wait to read the second book and read more of Mira and see her new adventures! I am definitely putting Anastasia Vitsky on my must read list and hope to happily devour more of her books in the near future.
Kristin Elyon on 01/12/2014 01:37pm
Well, I am thoroughly de-virginized now. My Anastasia Vitsky f/f cherry has been popped and I enjoyed it immensely. I've heard so much about this wonderful author I just had to take advantage and read her story! It was a perfect mix of sweet seduction, spanking, wicked activities and loads of emotional connection. For the first half of the book I devoured each page, turning and turning without taking a breath. I can't wait to read the second book and read more of Mira and see her new adventures! I am definitely putting Anastasia Vitsky on my must read list and hope to happily devour more of her books in the near future.
Joelle Casteel on 04/30/2013 11:43am
Female/female spanking fiction. Can it get any better? I am repeatedly joyful to have found Anastasia's blog and books. I love how she utilizes first person perspective in her stories. As a lover of learning- in addition to female/female spanking :D- I loved how the story was layered with details around the main character's learning of Chinese. The teacher/student relationship was entrancing, beautiful. The rod of love was a wonderful touch!
Joelle Casteel on 04/30/2013 11:43am
Female/female spanking fiction. Can it get any better? I am repeatedly joyful to have found Anastasia's blog and books. I love how she utilizes first person perspective in her stories. As a lover of learning- in addition to female/female spanking :D- I loved how the story was layered with details around the main character's learning of Chinese. The teacher/student relationship was entrancing, beautiful. The rod of love was a wonderful touch!
Julia on 04/29/2013 09:14pm
Anastasia is a fine writer. Her stories are funny, touching and insightful, her characters layered and believable. The main character, Mira, is a young girl, venturing out on her own, stepping into a big and frightening world. She learns her own strengths and weaknesses, and finds love in unexpected corners. This book definitely is a must-read.
Julia on 04/29/2013 09:14pm
Anastasia is a fine writer. Her stories are funny, touching and insightful, her characters layered and believable. The main character, Mira, is a young girl, venturing out on her own, stepping into a big and frightening world. She learns her own strengths and weaknesses, and finds love in unexpected corners. This book definitely is a must-read.
Minelle on 04/27/2013 08:26pm
Desire in Any Language is a poignant story recounting a young women's awakening to love, and her desire and compelling need for discipline. The story centers on Mira’s adventures attending school abroad. She struggles to find the motivation and discipline to succeed in school. Ms. Ana takes us on a journey that is eloquently written. We delight in each moment, recognizing every thought and action Mira feels. She discovers a pure non sexual love through the tenderness and discipline of her tutor. This love that transcends gender is like water and nourishes her soul. Her growing self -awareness shines a light on a secret desire to be spanked. Once Mira begins to blossom in school and her confidence grows, she learns to embrace her desires and needs. Here Mira succeeds in her own eyes therefore leading the way for other loves. Ana is a true story teller. Every time I read this I am mindful of the different meanings that create a wakeful response in me. She weaves layers and little glimpses of symbolism throughout the book. Look for the flowers and you will understand.
Minelle on 04/27/2013 08:26pm
Desire in Any Language is a poignant story recounting a young women's awakening to love, and her desire and compelling need for discipline. The story centers on Mira۪s adventures attending school abroad. She struggles to find the motivation and discipline to succeed in school. Ms. Ana takes us on a journey that is eloquently written. We delight in each moment, recognizing every thought and action Mira feels. She discovers a pure non sexual love through the tenderness and discipline of her tutor. This love that transcends gender is like water and nourishes her soul. Her growing self -awareness shines a light on a secret desire to be spanked. Once Mira begins to blossom in school and her confidence grows, she learns to embrace her desires and needs. Here Mira succeeds in her own eyes therefore leading the way for other loves. Ana is a true story teller. Every time I read this I am mindful of the different meanings that create a wakeful response in me. She weaves layers and little glimpses of symbolism throughout the book. Look for the flowers and you will understand.
Constance on 02/24/2013 04:26am
I just finished reading this book and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. I loved the journey that Mira went through as the realisation of what she needed dawned on her. I cried when she finally found love. I would LOVE to read a sequel to this book.
Constance on 02/24/2013 04:26am
I just finished reading this book and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. I loved the journey that Mira went through as the realisation of what she needed dawned on her. I cried when she finally found love. I would LOVE to read a sequel to this book.
Kate on 02/11/2013 05:13pm
I absolutely loved this book! I am in a male led HOH relationship with my husband. I had never considered reading a F/F book before because of a preconceived notion that it was going to be female porn. But this was the most beautifully written story I have read in a long time. The main character's desire to be loved, spanked, safe, secure - are all the same desires I have for my husband. And it was not done sexually. It was done through a sisterly bond, that was beautifully written. I could totally relate to this young woman. The other parts of the story were done so tastefully, that I did not feel dirty afterwards. (And I have read M/F stories before that have made me want to shower afterwards just to wipe off the dirty feeling.) This story was cleansing to me. It helped me to remember the important aspects in a spanking relationship; trust, vulnerability, hope, security, and love. And sex was not a part of it, none was it needed. I will definitely read her next story.
Kate on 02/11/2013 05:13pm
I absolutely loved this book! I am in a male led HOH relationship with my husband. I had never considered reading a F/F book before because of a preconceived notion that it was going to be female porn. But this was the most beautifully written story I have read in a long time. The main character's desire to be loved, spanked, safe, secure - are all the same desires I have for my husband. And it was not done sexually. It was done through a sisterly bond, that was beautifully written. I could totally relate to this young woman. The other parts of the story were done so tastefully, that I did not feel dirty afterwards. (And I have read M/F stories before that have made me want to shower afterwards just to wipe off the dirty feeling.) This story was cleansing to me. It helped me to remember the important aspects in a spanking relationship; trust, vulnerability, hope, security, and love. And sex was not a part of it, none was it needed. I will definitely read her next story.
Julie M on 02/10/2013 10:25am
Desire in any Language is a beautiful story which manages to be about wanting, needing and finally getting discipline with spankings so subtly described that as readers we're allowed to insert our own images, feelings and emotions into what's happening. That’s so much more powerful than reading a spank-by-the-numbers account. Mira's feelings towards her tutor are a schoolgirl crush at its best, and her journey of self-awareness, with it's false steps and self-doubt, is a journey I think most of us have taken. What I look for like in a spanking story is simple. Wonderful writing, great characters and a story that could stand alone even if the spankings were removed. Desire in any Language has those qualities in abundance. Ana Vitsky shows that the most important element in spanking stories, like in life, is love.
Julie M on 02/10/2013 10:25am
Desire in any Language is a beautiful story which manages to be about wanting, needing and finally getting discipline with spankings so subtly described that as readers we're allowed to insert our own images, feelings and emotions into what's happening. That۪s so much more powerful than reading a spank-by-the-numbers account. Mira's feelings towards her tutor are a schoolgirl crush at its best, and her journey of self-awareness, with it's false steps and self-doubt, is a journey I think most of us have taken. What I look for like in a spanking story is simple. Wonderful writing, great characters and a story that could stand alone even if the spankings were removed. Desire in any Language has those qualities in abundance. Ana Vitsky shows that the most important element in spanking stories, like in life, is love.
SH on 02/02/2013 12:02pm
I have to say I really loved this book. Normally F/F is not my typical read but this book was a fantastic story!! Great job Ana!!
SH on 02/02/2013 12:02pm
I have to say I really loved this book. Normally F/F is not my typical read but this book was a fantastic story!! Great job Ana!!
Viola on 01/28/2013 08:50am
An engrossing story about a girl who embarks on a journey to learn a language, But what she gets instead is the discovery of her deepest desires. This amazing story by Ana Vitsky, was definitely more than I expected, a must-read for all F/F afictionados, an enlightening discovery for M/F lover.
Viola on 01/28/2013 08:50am
An engrossing story about a girl who embarks on a journey to learn a language, But what she gets instead is the discovery of her deepest desires. This amazing story by Ana Vitsky, was definitely more than I expected, a must-read for all F/F afictionados, an enlightening discovery for M/F lover.
Alicia on 01/27/2013 12:18am
Very good book with some truly wonderful characters that are human with all the insecurities and problems that come with real life. This stroy is truly moving as you can see as well as see Mira struggle with her thoughts and feelings.
Alicia on 01/27/2013 12:18am
Very good book with some truly wonderful characters that are human with all the insecurities and problems that come with real life. This stroy is truly moving as you can see as well as see Mira struggle with her thoughts and feelings.
Evelyn on 01/25/2013 12:33am
Truly a wonderful book about a young woman who is tryign to find out just who she relaly is and all in a strange country. She has to come to turns with many things that are not what many would consider normal and the best way to cope. All the scenes were quite descriptive and really sucks you in right to the end.
Evelyn on 01/25/2013 12:33am
Truly a wonderful book about a young woman who is tryign to find out just who she relaly is and all in a strange country. She has to come to turns with many things that are not what many would consider normal and the best way to cope. All the scenes were quite descriptive and really sucks you in right to the end.
RR on 01/23/2013 08:40pm
This is a beautiful book about characters with real depth and subtle nuancing. The book explores Mira's desire and intrigue for discipline, which she finds through her kind-hearted tutor. Their relationship does not venture into erotic, though there are undercurrents of sexual tension. If you're expecting hot and heavy girl on girl, you won't find it, but what you will find is a depth and deliciousness uncommon to spanking fiction.
RR on 01/23/2013 08:40pm
This is a beautiful book about characters with real depth and subtle nuancing. The book explores Mira's desire and intrigue for discipline, which she finds through her kind-hearted tutor. Their relationship does not venture into erotic, though there are undercurrents of sexual tension. If you're expecting hot and heavy girl on girl, you won't find it, but what you will find is a depth and deliciousness uncommon to spanking fiction.
SassyJap on 01/22/2013 10:11am
I loved this book by Ms Anna. Was not at all what I was expecting. It is a truly beautiful read of a young women finding herself and trying to understand the emotions & desires she is feeling. It is a wonderful coming out piece for all of us who are trying to come to grips with what we need want or crave and what our head is trying to rationalize.Great mix of sweet & serious throught out the book. Some very powerful moments in the book that show the love and the support we all crave and need in different ways from friends and new love blossoming on the horizon. Ready to read more about Mira.
SassyJap on 01/22/2013 10:11am
I loved this book by Ms Anna. Was not at all what I was expecting. It is a truly beautiful read of a young women finding herself and trying to understand the emotions & desires she is feeling. It is a wonderful coming out piece for all of us who are trying to come to grips with what we need want or crave and what our head is trying to rationalize.Great mix of sweet & serious throught out the book. Some very powerful moments in the book that show the love and the support we all crave and need in different ways from friends and new love blossoming on the horizon. Ready to read more about Mira.
LT on 01/22/2013 09:58am
The new book from Anastasia Vitsky is for me a sensitive, emotional, warm-hearted, well written story of a young woman and her struggle to understand herself and to take care of her own needs. When I started reading I couldn't stop before the end, because I wanted to know what happens next. The end of the book stimulates the imagination of the future for Mira and gives the hope of a second part.
LT on 01/22/2013 09:58am
The new book from Anastasia Vitsky is for me a sensitive, emotional, warm-hearted, well written story of a young woman and her struggle to understand herself and to take care of her own needs. When I started reading I couldn't stop before the end, because I wanted to know what happens next. The end of the book stimulates the imagination of the future for Mira and gives the hope of a second part.
Sassy on 01/21/2013 10:03am
I truly loved this novel. It is a uniquely honest story of a young woman coming of age in a new country while perfectly capturing her vulnerability, insecurity, and self doubt as she learns who she is, what she's made of, & comes to terms with her needs & desires. It was a beautiful story that left me longing for more.
Sassy on 01/21/2013 10:03am
I truly loved this novel. It is a uniquely honest story of a young woman coming of age in a new country while perfectly capturing her vulnerability, insecurity, and self doubt as she learns who she is, what she's made of, & comes to terms with her needs & desires. It was a beautiful story that left me longing for more.
Cat on 01/20/2013 03:58pm
I just finished reading Mira’s journey. It is such an honest look at a young woman’s struggle to understand her needs and desires as well as her search for unconditional acceptance. Must read for anyone, no matter what your sexual orientation! Thank you to Anastasia for such a lovely journey.
Cat on 01/20/2013 03:58pm
I just finished reading Mira۪s journey. It is such an honest look at a young woman۪s struggle to understand her needs and desires as well as her search for unconditional acceptance. Must read for anyone, no matter what your sexual orientation! Thank you to Anastasia for such a lovely journey.
Bas on 01/20/2013 10:42am
In this wonderful short story, young Mira finds herself in several strange worlds at once. Studying to become a translator in a strange language, she finds herself in a country that is completely different. People interact in complicate ways and there is always the possibility of making mistakes when interacting with people. Unfortunately, because of her only beginning knowledge of that strange language, she learns from her study books more about its fairy tales than about the country itself. At the same time she is discovering a whole new world in herself. Her beginning interests in being spanked are even stranger to her than that strange country is. Anastasia's latest book tells us about Mira's discoveries in both new worlds. In the end the reader will certainly want to know how Mira's story continues. We will have to pester Ana to tell us more!
Bas on 01/20/2013 10:42am
In this wonderful short story, young Mira finds herself in several strange worlds at once. Studying to become a translator in a strange language, she finds herself in a country that is completely different. People interact in complicate ways and there is always the possibility of making mistakes when interacting with people. Unfortunately, because of her only beginning knowledge of that strange language, she learns from her study books more about its fairy tales than about the country itself. At the same time she is discovering a whole new world in herself. Her beginning interests in being spanked are even stranger to her than that strange country is. Anastasia's latest book tells us about Mira's discoveries in both new worlds. In the end the reader will certainly want to know how Mira's story continues. We will have to pester Ana to tell us more!
Everstar on 01/20/2013 07:56am
Well this is my second spanking book to read by this author and I am going to have to give this book 4 1/2 stars or wine glasses in my case. At times I felt as though the main character kept trying to not pass her classes so she could be punished. Which after I spoke to the author she explained to me that she thought she could get spanked for the wrong reasons instead of for the right reason. So that made sense to me. There is one scene in the book that I know most people would say oh my goodness why would she write that, but I was glad she wrote it in the book. Because to me it seemed as though the author was making a point as to be careful who you want to spank you! It may not be all sugar and spice. The reason I gave this book 4 1/2 stars is because I would sometimes had to go back and re-read a page to understand what was going on within the story. This spanking book is a good one that would be good for introducing one into spanking! This is f/f spanking, there is no vulgar language.
Everstar on 01/20/2013 07:56am
Well this is my second spanking book to read by this author and I am going to have to give this book 4 1/2 stars or wine glasses in my case. At times I felt as though the main character kept trying to not pass her classes so she could be punished. Which after I spoke to the author she explained to me that she thought she could get spanked for the wrong reasons instead of for the right reason. So that made sense to me. There is one scene in the book that I know most people would say oh my goodness why would she write that, but I was glad she wrote it in the book. Because to me it seemed as though the author was making a point as to be careful who you want to spank you! It may not be all sugar and spice. The reason I gave this book 4 1/2 stars is because I would sometimes had to go back and re-read a page to understand what was going on within the story. This spanking book is a good one that would be good for introducing one into spanking! This is f/f spanking, there is no vulgar language.
Mischief on 01/20/2013 04:15am
This spanking story is different from any other I've read which is usually spanking as part of a D/s relationship, but now I have had a taste (thank you Ana) I can't wait for what other delicious stories the author hits us with ;o) I love Mira the main character and really feel how special a bond she's developed with other people around her as she's away from home and family. The end will leave you wanting more, which is always the best way to end a good book.
Mischief on 01/20/2013 04:15am
This spanking story is different from any other I've read which is usually spanking as part of a D/s relationship, but now I have had a taste (thank you Ana) I can't wait for what other delicious stories the author hits us with ;o) I love Mira the main character and really feel how special a bond she's developed with other people around her as she's away from home and family. The end will leave you wanting more, which is always the best way to end a good book.
carabristol on 01/19/2013 02:16pm
For Mira, studying abroad to become a translator, life should be about studying and trying to pass her classes. Instead, she spends too much time partying and not enough time hitting the books. Then she discovers that her tutor – a woman just a few years older than herself – has a way of refocusing her students’ attention. The Rod of Love. Mira is horrified at first, but then fascinated by the prospect of being caned, and her discipline gradually takes on deeper meaning as does her relationship with her tutor. Desire in Any Language deserves to be in a class of its own within the spanking fiction genre. To relate the plot and story cannot begin to describe the uniqueness and literary quality of this novel. Yes, literary. Anastasia Vitsky writes beautifully of flawed, but sympathetic characters while weaving a universal story of friendship and love. While by no means a sad story, an underlying moodiness pervades this book, a current of melancholy that propels the story and Mira on her path of self-discovery. Desire in Any Language should be on everyone’s reading list, whether or not one reads spanking fiction.
carabristol on 01/19/2013 02:16pm
For Mira, studying abroad to become a translator, life should be about studying and trying to pass her classes. Instead, she spends too much time partying and not enough time hitting the books. Then she discovers that her tutor a woman just a few years older than herself has a way of refocusing her students۪ attention. The Rod of Love. Mira is horrified at first, but then fascinated by the prospect of being caned, and her discipline gradually takes on deeper meaning as does her relationship with her tutor. Desire in Any Language deserves to be in a class of its own within the spanking fiction genre. To relate the plot and story cannot begin to describe the uniqueness and literary quality of this novel. Yes, literary. Anastasia Vitsky writes beautifully of flawed, but sympathetic characters while weaving a universal story of friendship and love. While by no means a sad story, an underlying moodiness pervades this book, a current of melancholy that propels the story and Mira on her path of self-discovery. Desire in Any Language should be on everyone۪s reading list, whether or not one reads spanking fiction.
Lizzie on 01/18/2013 11:42am
I loved this book so much that I read it again the second day. When I read it the first time, I didn't want it to end. There are some scenes that don't seem to fit with the narrative style of the rest of the piece, but they're necessary to the overall flow of the story. Both the female characters were well-written, and I could identify with them on different levels. Lovely and emotional-- the good kind of emotions.
Lizzie on 01/18/2013 11:42am
I loved this book so much that I read it again the second day. When I read it the first time, I didn't want it to end. There are some scenes that don't seem to fit with the narrative style of the rest of the piece, but they're necessary to the overall flow of the story. Both the female characters were well-written, and I could identify with them on different levels. Lovely and emotional-- the good kind of emotions.
pao on 01/18/2013 06:58am
I felt that this story was rich, real and honest. It was a lot of fun learning about the culture and bits of the language through Mira and her teachers. I loved that this book showed the magic of language; how some words can be so universal and how others really depend on one's understanding of the culture and underlying context. There's a purity in the bond between Mira and her advisor, where love is unconditional and more sisterly; where Mira gets guidance and support in the form of spankings and the occasional scolding. In addition to that, Mira's struggle to understand her interest felt real and honest and I think a lot of us out there can relate to that. I loved the many scenes captured in the story; the bar, the playground, Mira's advisor getting angry, the lecture rooms, conversations with strangers, Mira's conversations with her housemate after clubbing and so many more. I found the scenes easy to visualise and emotions from the characters felt real. The story is a thoughtful one and I enjoyed the journey into another culture and a different angle love. I hope Mira's story does not end here :) I love this book!
pao on 01/18/2013 06:58am
I felt that this story was rich, real and honest. It was a lot of fun learning about the culture and bits of the language through Mira and her teachers. I loved that this book showed the magic of language; how some words can be so universal and how others really depend on one's understanding of the culture and underlying context. There's a purity in the bond between Mira and her advisor, where love is unconditional and more sisterly; where Mira gets guidance and support in the form of spankings and the occasional scolding. In addition to that, Mira's struggle to understand her interest felt real and honest and I think a lot of us out there can relate to that. I loved the many scenes captured in the story; the bar, the playground, Mira's advisor getting angry, the lecture rooms, conversations with strangers, Mira's conversations with her housemate after clubbing and so many more. I found the scenes easy to visualise and emotions from the characters felt real. The story is a thoughtful one and I enjoyed the journey into another culture and a different angle love. I hope Mira's story does not end here :) I love this book!

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