i have a little novelette available on Amazon. it's called Spank Pig Feminist, and i worked very hard on it. in some ways, it makes me sound like a right-winger, but i'm not... i just get aroused by misogyny for some unexplainable reason. if you are curious you can find out more about it, and even purchase it, by following this link:

https://www.amazon.com/author/januaryjosephine

 thank you! i really appreciate your support! btw Furdegree illustrated and designed the front cover❤️❤️❤️

 oh! here is the little "blurb" and "introduction" i wrote for the book:

blurb:

Poor Jessica Highbottom is given a severe dressing-down when she tries to defend her progressive, left leaning values. She seems to have chosen the wrong show, the wrong network, and the wrong group of pundits to debate!

But two of the four men are astute readers of Jessica’s unwitting signals. They push just the right buttons to lure her into a special kind of trap, the kind designed for ladies who cannot help but indulge themselves in everything they know they shouldn’t!

And with every camera focused on her, Jessica finds herself submitting to another kind of dressing-down, one that will pulverize her dignity and strip her of all self-worth, leaving no option but to giddily embrace the devastating punishment she deserves! 

intro:

“Now look at the camera," said Tuckerson. “Look directly into the lens." I looked. “Now spread those sweet thighs as wide as you can. Put your knees up over the arm rests if it’s more comfortable.” I lifted my knees and pulled my legs back, hooking them over the arm rests of my plastic chair and pushing my nasty pussy forward. I could feel my syrupy slit stretching open for the camera. “Now, can you do something extra for me Jessica?” I didn’t answer. Instead, Nathan answered for me “Yes she can.” I flashed on Obama’s 2008 campaign slogan, “Yes We Can,” and another salty tear slipped down my cheek. “Great, fantastic. Now Jessica, I want you to reach down between your legs with both hands and grab your labia, that’s right, grab one meaty lip in each hand. Good girl. Now I want you to spread those lips as wide as you possibly can. We want our television viewers, and of course Donald Trump himself, to really be able to see your inner pink. Perfect, Jessica…. Great job!” I wasn’t making a sound, but the tears were now just streaming down my face. I thought of my women’s studies professor back at NYU. She had meant the world to me. Was she watching this right now?