#mijestic?

[blazingpeter]

"why do you draw yourself with a big nose like that" has it ever occurred to you that people have big noses in real life

"my nose is bigger than yours so you shouldn't complain/draw yourself with one" good for you. im not drawing myself with a smaller nose to make other people happy

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

A little bit of magic, some evil, romance, mythical creatures- what’s not to love about the realm Mijestic lives in? By the way, the hairbrush wasn’t used to brush hair. 

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Amazon.ca  https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

[csinii]

Rájöttem...

Velem az a baj, hogy hiába próbálok rád haragudni, mijest meglátom, hogy áll rám a farkad, máris minden meg van neked bocsáltva... 👌👌

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Amazon.ca  https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

[dolewhipdreamer]

Miviet or Mijest 😂😂😂

@quality-void-collection @xxuselesslesbianxx

1st Letter Of My Name : 2nd Letter Of My Name : 1st Letter Of My Moms Name : 2nd Letter Of My Moms Name : 1st Letter Of My Dads Name : 2nd Letter Of My Dads Name : My Child’s Name Would Be ?

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

It turns out the hairbrush was never used to brush hair.

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Welcome to Elftown, populated by humans, witches and magical creatures, a town that metes out justice to offenders in an unusual manner—corporal punishment in the town square viewed by paid admission. 

Beautiful Mijestic lives with her two sisters under her mother’s roof, who takes a stern view of misbehaviour. Lucinda often uses the infamous hairbrush to correct problems, one that Mijestic receives on a regular basis. She and her best friend, a werewolf, often come under the scrutiny of the town police. On the occasions when she’s broken the law, she is placed in the town square, naked, bound and punished. 

The Witches Guild forbids witches to be seen in the company of warlocks and when Warlock Lorhan warlock tries seducing Mijestic, she plays a dangerous game to be with the handsome, intriguing man, who has no qualms about placing her over his knee for infractions—like being late for a date. And quite by accident, Mijestic discovers the secret of the town’s existence. Welcome to Elftown.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

[nshoward-blog]

The Witch and the Hairbrush

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Amazon.ca  https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Excerpt:

Chapter One Mijestic took long strides down the wood plank sidewalk, her high heels making splinters fly with each step. People moved out of her way, recognizing her as a witch. She was not legally allowed to put spells on others without a permit, but there wasn’t any point in risking that technicality. Her entirely black outfit, one of the many Witches’ Guild requirements, identified her as a witch. In truth, Mijestic didn’t exactly follow the traditional garb for witches. Today, her outfit consisted of stilettos, a mini-skirt with fishnet stockings, lace gloves and a bustier that barely contained her bouncing bosom. Her hat did have a point to it, but it was small with a discrete brim. The black clothes were in contrast to her pale skin, soft blue eyes, and long, fiery red hair. Her youth was also apparent in her maturity, or rather the lack of it. She looked, and acted, like a twenty year old. A twenty-year old brat with a bit of a temper. She strutted past the window of a brick building, which proclaimed in gold paint and antique lettering, ‘The Government Offices for Permits and Licences’. Just past the window, a wood door stood with an ‘Open’ sign hung in the middle. Mijestic flung open the door and marched past the twin rows of counters standing in the middle of the room. Each counter had paper forms arranged neatly with quill pens secured by strings. She made a straight line for the end of the room where wickets with metal bars separated clerks from the rest of the room. Paper forms flew in the air as she stormed through. A clerk, dressed in a white shirt and a pinstriped vest, watched her approach and crossed his arms. He was as tall as she was, definitely older looking, but with a calm demeanour. She found his stern face and black hair with grey streaks a bit imposing. She stopped at his wicket and pointed at a small red blemish on the tip of her nose. “Do you know what this is?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “It’s an ugly pimple that’s a result of a curse placed on me.” He raised his eyebrows. “That is most unfortunate.” “Unfortunate!” She began to shout. “I want to know who did this.” He casually pointed with a finger to a small sign next to wicket that read ‘This office does not tolerate loud, rude or insulting behaviour’. She looked up at the ceiling, sighed, and lowered her voice. She didn’t want to risk having her name placed before the town Justiciar again for unruly behaviour. “Who filled out the permit to put this curse on me?” “I regret to inform you that we do not divulge that information.” Mijestic pounded a fist on the counter. “This is so unfair.” “I’m sure you’re quite right, madam, but we only process the permits and accept payments for such.” She spun on her heel and charged out of the office, causing another flurry of paper forms to float in the air. Mijestic wasn’t sure of her next destination. There were several shops in the town of Elfwind where a person, with the right permit, could have a curse or spell placed. The fees varied, as well as the guarantees for such services. Privacy was assured, although Mijestic knew a bribe, or a threat, could loosen a tongue. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure which shop it would be, if one had been used at all. Even if she took the trouble to purchase a permit, she could cast a spell herself, and there were a good number of magic practitioners who could perform simple spells. The blemish she woke up with could well disappear on its own, depending on the spell. More likely, she would have to go through the Book of Spells, Potions and Curses to find the correct antidote. What bothered her was that anyone would not think of her in the highest regard, and would actually take the time to put a spell on her. No doubt someone jealous of her good looks, intelligence, good nature and social standing. She began to walk aimlessly down the sidewalk, trying to think of anyone who didn’t think of her as perfect. “Mijestic.” She turned to the feminine, if slightly low, voice. Accalia was a few inches shorter than Mijestic, but of the same weight. She kept her dark brown hair shoulder length, which helped frame an oval face with full lips. She wore a collar, in this case a red one with spikes, which identified her as part of the Werewolves’ Guild. The matching wrist cuffs, however, identified another activity she indulged in. “Hello, Accalia. How are you feeling now?” “A lot better, thank you. Last Saturday was the worst day ever.” Mijestic gave her best friend a hug, forgetting her own problem. It was an unfortunate set of circumstances that led to Accalia being put in a cage for a day. Besides having an argument with her boyfriend, the time of the month led her to being an emotional wreck. There are few things worse than a werewolf, a full moon and a bad PMS day. Ryder, the alpha male in her pack, finally got tired of her whining and growling and locked her up in a cage for the night at his home. “Was Richard mad at you?” “He was pretty upset when he had to pick me up on Sunday. First, he made me walk home naked with a leash on. It’s a good thing we could return home by walking by the Great Forest. I don’t think anyone saw us. When we got home he gave me a helluva spanking with a wood paddle.” Accalia was one of the exceptions of a creature committing herself to a human. It was difficult for her, for she had to obey the alpha male and the alpha female in her pack, and that sometimes conflicted with the wishes of her partner, Richard. The relationship worked because Richard was willing to work with her pack when she could go out, and accepted she was under their control during that time. The pack also understood Accalia was Richard’s submissive, and tried not to put her in a position where she might have to disobey him. The town’s council decided all mythical creatures had to belong to a Guild, and each Guild had to accept the town council’s rulings. Thus, there was little worry of a werewolf attacking a vampire or an elf turning a ghoul into a frog with the Justiciar handing out strong disciplinary measures. “Ouch.” She knew Richard was big and strong. A paddle in his hands would be a painful instrument. She also knew Accalia was submissive, willing to wear restraints and receive discipline from him as he saw the need. “So, what are you up to?” “I just came from dropping some chicken noodle soup to Theron.”  “I heard he came down with the flu.” “Yeah, I guess that’s the danger when you suck on other people’s blood. You can catch whatever they have.” Mijestic didn’t see Theron too often, as he was always indoors during the day. But the vampire had a great sense of humour and could be the life, or at least the undead, and soul of a party. Being tall, dark and handsome, he attracted a few ladies who were quite willing to let him nibble at their necks. He had to be careful he didn’t bite the same victim too often, though, or she could end being a night prowler herself. Theron was also the president of the local Vampires’ Guild, a small Guild because vampires were territorial. All members wore a traditional cape and agreed not to purposely create any new vampires. “I hope he’ll feel better soon.” “I’m sure he will. Vampires have a strong immune system and recover fast from most things. Where are you going, Mijestic?” Mijestic explained the pimple on her nose and how the permit office wouldn’t help her. “I just want to ask whoever did this why they did it. I mean if I actually did something wrong, it would be nice to know what it is. Now I’ve got to find the remedy. Stupid, anonymous curses.” “Oh, a pimple isn’t so bad. Remember when Victor was turned into a donkey for an afternoon last year? And how about Venus, when her clothes disintegrated right on Market Street? Of course she didn’t seem to mind very much with that body of hers.” “There were rumours she had that spell put on by herself to generate some publicity for that new book she wrote.” “Oh yeah, that book supposedly exposes what really happened on those Roman religious festivals.” “Come on, let’s check out the courtyard square and see if there’s anyone we know that’s going to be punished.” Mijestic agreed, for a half penny it could be fun entertainment. The courtyard was in front of Town Hall and protected by a waist-high stone wall with a decorative iron railing on top. An iron gate at the front was open during the daytime, and visitors paid to see who was being punished for their crimes. There were four pillories and four posts for those who were to receive discipline, and in the corner a hanging pole. There hadn’t been a hanging for years, but the town council liked to leave it in full view as a deterrent against the more serious crimes. Murder, rape and throwing eggs at the mayor’s home were considered criminal enough to warrant the death penalty. They inspected the list of those to receive punishment and noted they were in time to see the paddling of Lady Jacquelyn. Mijestic and Accalia each dropped a half penny coin in the collection pot and walked to where pillories were placed in a square. In front of each pillory and post was a board with a parchment stating the name, crime, and punishment of the guilty party. They walked among the small crowd of people looking at those found guilty of crimes, keeping on the brick pathway. It was considered a serious breach of protocol to cross the lawn where the discipline was being carried out. Vendors in pushcarts sold lemonade, hot food and pastries, giving the courtyard a festival appearance. Two of the stockades were already in use, but none of the poles. Mijestic read the inscription on the first document out loud, “Nicholas, fresh vegetable merchant, accused and found guilty of selling spoiled fruit. Justiciar ruled he be placed in a pillory for three hours.” Accalia pointed out that Nicholas, a middle aged, shirtless gentleman of thinning hair, had already been subject to some additional punishment. He looked uncomfortable as he leaned forward with his head and hands inside the wood block. “There’s a bin of tomatoes here, and it looks like some have already been thrown at him.” Red juice dripped from his face and around him on the pillory. Mijestic picked up a couple of tomatoes. The first one she hurled missed the target completely, but her second hit him square on the forehead. Accalia clapped her hands and picked up a pair of tomatoes as well. Both her throws missed, but she grabbed an armful of tomatoes and tossed them at Nicholas, all at once. One hit him in the face and another sailed over the stockade and hit him on the back. Mijestic and Accalia laughed and went on to the next pillory. Accalia read the description in front, but there was little doubt what the brunette woman’s crime was. Lilith was charged and convicted of adultery, which meant she’d spend time in a pillory. She was also naked, and while initially a white sheet was placed over her back, it either slipped had been pulled it off by an adventurous visitor. A red letter ‘A’ had been painted on her shoulder as well. Mijestic asked Accalia, “Do you know her?” “No, but I’ve seen her before. Pretty girl.” “Yes, she is. It’s remarkable how it’s always the woman who is charged with adultery.” “Maybe it’s just an excuse to have them naked.” Mijestic knew how the Justiciar perceived things. If he was married and she wasn’t, then she must have seduced him, for a married man was always true to his wife. If she was married, and he was not, she was obviously being unfaithful. Mijestic noticed there were a number of people having a good look at the unfortunate woman. It reminded her of the time she was accused of casting a spell without a permit. Being a witch, she didn’t feel she needed a permit to cast a spell. The Justiciar disagreed and fined her the cost of a permit and also discipline in the courtyard. If she’d been a male witch, she likely would have been whipped. But being a woman, her wrists were tied above her head to a pole for an hour. She was also stripped naked, and could only stare back at the amused faces of the crowd. Actually, she wasn’t embarrassed by her exposure, and even felt slightly aroused at the attention she was receiving. She didn’t, however, appreciate the cat call from her two older sisters, or the spanking she received later from her mother. “You haven’t been convicted of a crime for a while now, Accalia.” Mijestic knew Accalia, especially a few years ago, had difficulty keeping out of the Justiciar’s notice. “Yeah, the last time was a few months ago when I got caught doing some mischief as a wolf. I got the usual punishment for a woman. Stripped naked and they attached a chain from my collar to a post.” They walked to the next stockade and Mijestic commented, “I think a lot of women end up naked for public display on some silly crime. Not many men though.” “Yeah, but the men get whipped. I’d rather be naked. They did give me the option of paying a fine instead of standing around naked, but I needed the money more than my dignity. I’m a werewolf, so I’m used to being naked.” “You’re a good looking woman and a beautiful wolf.” Mijestic gave her a smile, knowing how self-conscious Accalia felt about her human body. Werewolves have a tendency to retain a muscular and heavy boned anatomy after changing into their human shape. For female werewolves that often meant a body without the normal curves and slightly smaller breasts. They heard the crowd call out and turned to see a blonde woman escorted by two guards dressed in the blue uniforms of the town’s police service. One of them carried a wood paddle. The tall, slim built woman wore a simple white shirt that barely reached to her thighs. Her wrists were tied in front of her by a rope. She walked barefoot with her head held high, twisting away from one guard’s attempt to guide her by the arm. The three went past the pillories and to a pole, where she showed little reaction to her wrists being secured above her. Mijestic commented, “We’ve seen her before.” “Yeah. Lady Jacquelyn’s the wife of the gold merchant, Lord Montagu.” “I thought the rich would be immune to the Justiciar.” “They usually are, if they want to be. Lady Jacquelyn has been here before with silly offences. I think it’s something Lord Montagu and she enjoy doing.” One of the guards read out the offence for which she was charged. “Lord Montagu has accused his wife, Lady Jacquelyn, of using a sharp tongue with him and showing the lack of respect a wife should show her husband. Lady Jacquelyn pleaded guilty to the charge, and thus has been sentenced to ten strikes on her posterior.” One guard folded up the bottom of her shirt, taking care not to touch her skin, and knotted the fabric so it stayed above her waist. The other guard posed with the paddle near her bare bottom. Mijestic watched as each strike made by one guard was counted by the other guard. It seemed to Mijestic the first guard was not putting full force into the blows, although her cheeks were still turning pink. The two guards left her tied to the post with her shirt still tied up to her waist. Lady Jacquelyn twisted around to look back at the crowd, not looking displeased with her audience. Accalia spoke. “See, I told you. She enjoyed being paddled in public. The rich must get bored easily.”  Mijestic bought two pastries from a vendor pushing a cart to share with Accalia. They went past the poles and she saw Lady Jacquelyn was being returned to the town hall. “That was fun, but I better be getting back home. Richard won’t be happy if I’m late getting home again. I told him I was only going to give Theron some soup.” “Alright. Want to go for a drink tonight?” “Sure, why don’t you come around my place after dinner? Richard feels better when I’m with someone when I leave the house.”

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com

https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Excerpt:

Chapter One Mijestic took long strides down the wood plank sidewalk, her high heels making splinters fly with each step. People moved out of her way, recognizing her as a witch. She was not legally allowed to put spells on others without a permit, but there wasn’t any point in risking that technicality. Her entirely black outfit, one of the many Witches’ Guild requirements, identified her as a witch. In truth, Mijestic didn’t exactly follow the traditional garb for witches. Today, her outfit consisted of stilettos, a mini-skirt with fishnet stockings, lace gloves and a bustier that barely contained her bouncing bosom. Her hat did have a point to it, but it was small with a discrete brim. The black clothes were in contrast to her pale skin, soft blue eyes, and long, fiery red hair. Her youth was also apparent in her maturity, or rather the lack of it. She looked, and acted, like a twenty year old. A twenty-year old brat with a bit of a temper. She strutted past the window of a brick building, which proclaimed in gold paint and antique lettering, ‘The Government Offices for Permits and Licences’. Just past the window, a wood door stood with an ‘Open’ sign hung in the middle. Mijestic flung open the door and marched past the twin rows of counters standing in the middle of the room. Each counter had paper forms arranged neatly with quill pens secured by strings. She made a straight line for the end of the room where wickets with metal bars separated clerks from the rest of the room. Paper forms flew in the air as she stormed through. A clerk, dressed in a white shirt and a pinstriped vest, watched her approach and crossed his arms. He was as tall as she was, definitely older looking, but with a calm demeanour. She found his stern face and black hair with grey streaks a bit imposing. She stopped at his wicket and pointed at a small red blemish on the tip of her nose. “Do you know what this is?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “It’s an ugly pimple that’s a result of a curse placed on me.” He raised his eyebrows. “That is most unfortunate.” “Unfortunate!” She began to shout. “I want to know who did this.” He casually pointed with a finger to a small sign next to wicket that read ‘This office does not tolerate loud, rude or insulting behaviour’. She looked up at the ceiling, sighed, and lowered her voice. She didn’t want to risk having her name placed before the town Justiciar again for unruly behaviour. “Who filled out the permit to put this curse on me?” “I regret to inform you that we do not divulge that information.” Mijestic pounded a fist on the counter. “This is so unfair.” “I’m sure you’re quite right, madam, but we only process the permits and accept payments for such.” She spun on her heel and charged out of the office, causing another flurry of paper forms to float in the air. Mijestic wasn’t sure of her next destination. There were several shops in the town of Elfwind where a person, with the right permit, could have a curse or spell placed. The fees varied, as well as the guarantees for such services. Privacy was assured, although Mijestic knew a bribe, or a threat, could loosen a tongue. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure which shop it would be, if one had been used at all. Even if she took the trouble to purchase a permit, she could cast a spell herself, and there were a good number of magic practitioners who could perform simple spells. The blemish she woke up with could well disappear on its own, depending on the spell. More likely, she would have to go through the Book of Spells, Potions and Curses to find the correct antidote. What bothered her was that anyone would not think of her in the highest regard, and would actually take the time to put a spell on her. No doubt someone jealous of her good looks, intelligence, good nature and social standing. She began to walk aimlessly down the sidewalk, trying to think of anyone who didn’t think of her as perfect. “Mijestic.” She turned to the feminine, if slightly low, voice. Accalia was a few inches shorter than Mijestic, but of the same weight. She kept her dark brown hair shoulder length, which helped frame an oval face with full lips. She wore a collar, in this case a red one with spikes, which identified her as part of the Werewolves’ Guild. The matching wrist cuffs, however, identified another activity she indulged in. “Hello, Accalia. How are you feeling now?” “A lot better, thank you. Last Saturday was the worst day ever.” Mijestic gave her best friend a hug, forgetting her own problem. It was an unfortunate set of circumstances that led to Accalia being put in a cage for a day. Besides having an argument with her boyfriend, the time of the month led her to being an emotional wreck. There are few things worse than a werewolf, a full moon and a bad PMS day. Ryder, the alpha male in her pack, finally got tired of her whining and growling and locked her up in a cage for the night at his home. “Was Richard mad at you?” “He was pretty upset when he had to pick me up on Sunday. First, he made me walk home naked with a leash on. It’s a good thing we could return home by walking by the Great Forest. I don’t think anyone saw us. When we got home he gave me a helluva spanking with a wood paddle.” Accalia was one of the exceptions of a creature committing herself to a human. It was difficult for her, for she had to obey the alpha male and the alpha female in her pack, and that sometimes conflicted with the wishes of her partner, Richard. The relationship worked because Richard was willing to work with her pack when she could go out, and accepted she was under their control during that time. The pack also understood Accalia was Richard’s submissive, and tried not to put her in a position where she might have to disobey him. The town’s council decided all mythical creatures had to belong to a Guild, and each Guild had to accept the town council’s rulings. Thus, there was little worry of a werewolf attacking a vampire or an elf turning a ghoul into a frog with the Justiciar handing out strong disciplinary measures. “Ouch.” She knew Richard was big and strong. A paddle in his hands would be a painful instrument. She also knew Accalia was submissive, willing to wear restraints and receive discipline from him as he saw the need. “So, what are you up to?” “I just came from dropping some chicken noodle soup to Theron.” “I heard he came down with the flu.” “Yeah, I guess that’s the danger when you suck on other people’s blood. You can catch whatever they have.” Mijestic didn’t see Theron too often, as he was always indoors during the day. But the vampire had a great sense of humour and could be the life, or at least the undead, and soul of a party. Being tall, dark and handsome, he attracted a few ladies who were quite willing to let him nibble at their necks. He had to be careful he didn’t bite the same victim too often, though, or she could end being a night prowler herself. Theron was also the president of the local Vampires’ Guild, a small Guild because vampires were territorial. All members wore a traditional cape and agreed not to purposely create any new vampires. “I hope he’ll feel better soon.” “I’m sure he will. Vampires have a strong immune system and recover fast from most things. Where are you going, Mijestic?” Mijestic explained the pimple on her nose and how the permit office wouldn’t help her. “I just want to ask whoever did this why they did it. I mean if I actually did something wrong, it would be nice to know what it is. Now I’ve got to find the remedy. Stupid, anonymous curses.” “Oh, a pimple isn’t so bad. Remember when Victor was turned into a donkey for an afternoon last year? And how about Venus, when her clothes disintegrated right on Market Street? Of course she didn’t seem to mind very much with that body of hers.” “There were rumours she had that spell put on by herself to generate some publicity for that new book she wrote.” “Oh yeah, that book supposedly exposes what really happened on those Roman religious festivals.” “Come on, let’s check out the courtyard square and see if there’s anyone we know that’s going to be punished.” Mijestic agreed, for a half penny it could be fun entertainment. The courtyard was in front of Town Hall and protected by a waist-high stone wall with a decorative iron railing on top. An iron gate at the front was open during the daytime, and visitors paid to see who was being punished for their crimes. There were four pillories and four posts for those who were to receive discipline, and in the corner a hanging pole. There hadn’t been a hanging for years, but the town council liked to leave it in full view as a deterrent against the more serious crimes. Murder, rape and throwing eggs at the mayor’s home were considered criminal enough to warrant the death penalty. They inspected the list of those to receive punishment and noted they were in time to see the paddling of Lady Jacquelyn. Mijestic and Accalia each dropped a half penny coin in the collection pot and walked to where pillories were placed in a square. In front of each pillory and post was a board with a parchment stating the name, crime, and punishment of the guilty party. They walked among the small crowd of people looking at those found guilty of crimes, keeping on the brick pathway. It was considered a serious breach of protocol to cross the lawn where the discipline was being carried out. Vendors in pushcarts sold lemonade, hot food and pastries, giving the courtyard a festival appearance. Two of the stockades were already in use, but none of the poles. Mijestic read the inscription on the first document out loud, “Nicholas, fresh vegetable merchant, accused and found guilty of selling spoiled fruit. Justiciar ruled he be placed in a pillory for three hours.” Accalia pointed out that Nicholas, a middle aged, shirtless gentleman of thinning hair, had already been subject to some additional punishment. He looked uncomfortable as he leaned forward with his head and hands inside the wood block. “There’s a bin of tomatoes here, and it looks like some have already been thrown at him.” Red juice dripped from his face and around him on the pillory. Mijestic picked up a couple of tomatoes. The first one she hurled missed the target completely, but her second hit him square on the forehead. Accalia clapped her hands and picked up a pair of tomatoes as well. Both her throws missed, but she grabbed an armful of tomatoes and tossed them at Nicholas, all at once. One hit him in the face and another sailed over the stockade and hit him on the back. Mijestic and Accalia laughed and went on to the next pillory. Accalia read the description in front, but there was little doubt what the brunette woman’s crime was. Lilith was charged and convicted of adultery, which meant she’d spend time in a pillory. She was also naked, and while initially a white sheet was placed over her back, it either slipped had been pulled it off by an adventurous visitor. A red letter ‘A’ had been painted on her shoulder as well. Mijestic asked Accalia, “Do you know her?” “No, but I’ve seen her before. Pretty girl.” “Yes, she is. It’s remarkable how it’s always the woman who is charged with adultery.” “Maybe it’s just an excuse to have them naked.” Mijestic knew how the Justiciar perceived things. If he was married and she wasn’t, then she must have seduced him, for a married man was always true to his wife. If she was married, and he was not, she was obviously being unfaithful. Mijestic noticed there were a number of people having a good look at the unfortunate woman. It reminded her of the time she was accused of casting a spell without a permit. Being a witch, she didn’t feel she needed a permit to cast a spell. The Justiciar disagreed and fined her the cost of a permit and also discipline in the courtyard. If she’d been a male witch, she likely would have been whipped. But being a woman, her wrists were tied above her head to a pole for an hour. She was also stripped naked, and could only stare back at the amused faces of the crowd. Actually, she wasn’t embarrassed by her exposure, and even felt slightly aroused at the attention she was receiving. She didn’t, however, appreciate the cat call from her two older sisters, or the spanking she received later from her mother. “You haven’t been convicted of a crime for a while now, Accalia.” Mijestic knew Accalia, especially a few years ago, had difficulty keeping out of the Justiciar’s notice. “Yeah, the last time was a few months ago when I got caught doing some mischief as a wolf. I got the usual punishment for a woman. Stripped naked and they attached a chain from my collar to a post.” They walked to the next stockade and Mijestic commented, “I think a lot of women end up naked for public display on some silly crime. Not many men though.” “Yeah, but the men get whipped. I’d rather be naked. They did give me the option of paying a fine instead of standing around naked, but I needed the money more than my dignity. I’m a werewolf, so I’m used to being naked.”

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Three books that explore the humorous side of medieval worlds. Adult reading :)

The Witch and the Hairbrush.    Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Be Careful What You Wish For

Princess Lily’s poorly worded wish places her in a precarious situation.

Ready for a good laugh? Be Careful What You Wish For is an erotic satire on the Princess and Fairy Godmother themed tales. Dragons and handsome knights are included :)

 Extasy: https://extasybooks.com/ns-howard/978-1-4874-1662-1-be-careful-what-you-wish-for/…

Robbing Hood

When you’re looking for love, beware; it may be wearing a disguise or might be right in front of you. Princess Kaylyn falls for the Prince of Thieves, also known as the master of disguises.

Extasy: https://www.extasybooks.com/ns-howard/robbing-hood/

#Books #Writing #Medieval #Romance #Erotica #Robin Hood #Fairy Godmother #Witch #Werewolf #Warlock #Sheiff Of Nottingham #Princess

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Amazon.ca  https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

A tale of a different realm. A tale of What If. A Tale of a witch, with too much curiosity. 

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Amazon.ca  https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Welcome to Elftown, populated by humans, witches and magical creatures, a town that metes out justice to offenders in an unusual manner—corporal punishment in the town square viewed by paid admission.

Beautiful Mijestic lives with her two sisters under her mother’s roof, who takes a stern view of misbehaviour. Lucinda often uses the infamous hairbrush to correct problems, one that Mijestic receives on a regular basis due to her temper and rebellious nature. She and her best friend, a werewolf, often come under the scrutiny of the town police.

On the occasions when she’s broken the law, she is placed in the town square, naked, bound and punished. The Witches Guild forbids witches to be seen in the company of warlocks and when Warlock Lorhan warlock tries seducing Mijestic, she plays a dangerous game to be with the handsome, intriguing man, who has no qualms about placing her over his knee for infractions—like being late for a date. And quite by accident, Mijestic discovers the secret of the town’s existence. Welcome to Elftown.

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Amazon.ca  https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Amazon.ca

https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

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The Witch and the Hairbrush

Elfwind is inhabitant by witches, vampires, werewolves and other creatures. Mijestic tries to make sense of it all while trying to avoid punishment.

Melange http://www.melange-books.com/authors/nshoward/witchhairbrush.html

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927

Amazon.ca

https://www.amazon.ca/Witch-Hairbrush-N-S-Howard/dp/1680460927