Friday, August 30, 2013

Emily's Morning #SatSpanks

I hope Saturday Spankers will continue to indulge me with the Victorian pastiche! EXPLORATIONS: Emily's Morning came out this week (Book 25, if you're keeping score). This snippet comes from an over-the-lap session Victorian Emily has to undergo in the Punishment Room at Mrs. Smith's establishment, after she succumbs to temptation upon waking the morning after her bath (described of course in last week's selection, Emily's Bath).
Mrs. Smith was very expert with her right hand. With variations of force and rhythm that responded to the signs she saw in the contractions of my squirming bottom and heard in the cries that eventually became, as they always do, the low, labored breathing of the punished wanton, she kept me for a quarter-hour on the utmost verge of satisfaction, utterly silent herself. Finally, the spanking ceased. 
“Kneel at my feet, my dear, and lay your head on my knee,” she bid. Still gasping with frustration, I obeyed. With the first two fingers of her right hand, she stroked my tear-streaked cheek, very gently. I looked up into her face, and found it kindly once again. 
“Dearest Miss Orn,” she said, “do you understand a little more of the great drama than you did when you awoke this morning?”
Here's the blurb (buy the book here):
I have set out to tell my tale in complete honesty; I shall not avert my gaze from any part of my conduct. You will think it quite natural, I suppose, that my right hand, with a will almost of its own, found its way to the region Mrs. Smith’s razor had attended. I blush to disclose (if the blush surprises you, you have not understood me about the nature of the great drama, wherein blushes are prized beyond rubies), however, that my left hand found its way almost immediately to my breast (ignored, you will recall, by Mrs. Smith), with whose little acorns on their little hills my fingers would not cease to toy. 
And now my right hand found it could not rest, though it had long since verified the smoothness of the furrow it had so innocently sought out. 
The 25th book of Explorations finds fantasy-Emily having the stern final portion of her punishment for self-abuse, while in the old notebook she has been so naughtily reading, Victorian Emily finds herself in disciplinary trouble for much the same crime. Mrs. Smith, trainer of young brides, is forced to administer a chastisement that she hopes will finally teach her newest pupil something important about her life as a submissive wife. 
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, Ff, FFFf, anal, spanking, watersports. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.


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28 comments:

  1. Mrs. Smith really does enjoy her job too much, I think. Poor Emily. So her hand wandered a little, no harm done, right? Hmm, guess Victorians took a dim view of self-exploration. Sigh. Very intriguing snippet, contemporary Emily.

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    1. Oh, Kathryn, you're so censorious! :D Mrs. Smith knows what's best for young ladies who haven't quite learned to understand their needs.

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  2. I just love Mrs. Smith and Miss Orn!!

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    1. Thanks, Renee! Mrs. Smith really is very fun to write.

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  3. I very much want my own Mrs. Smith :D I love how she listened to Emily's sounds and kept her on edge so long

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  4. I want to say poor Emily too but more I want to say lucky Emily...

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    1. That's the way I feel. Sometimes I think there must be some establishment like Smith's, still, somewhere in London, and I want to find it so desperately. . . ;)

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  5. I'm sure it seem like harmless exploration at the time, no doubt she feels quite differently now.

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    1. Oh, she knew. . . she just didn't know she was being observed. :D

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  6. You capture the historical voice wonderfully. Good job!

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  7. "...low, labored breathing of the punished wanton..." One of my favorite phrases, ever. Visual and sensual.

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    1. Alice, I love you forever. There's nothing more wonderful than someone loving a phrase of which I'm very proud!

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  8. I never ever thought I would say such a thing, but when I read your writing I almost wish I had a Mrs Smith. You make it all so sensual.

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    1. I'd love to think there's someone somewhere in the world who's like Mrs. Smith. Maybe we'll find her someday!

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  9. Mrs. Smith is certainly through. I feel for Emily, being held on edge that long.
    I really liked the low labored breathing, too :)

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    1. Thanks, LA! Yes, "thorough" is a very good description of her pedagogy!

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  10. Your words are like music- they must flow from you so smoothly... so naturally.

    I am sure that such a place exists. It must.

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    1. Abbie, I'll just treasure that one up in my heart, if you don't mind. :)

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  11. There is something very sexy about being punished for a wandering hand.

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    1. Absolutely! In fact, I'm pretty sure it was my very first actual sexual fantasy. It also lies at the core of EXPLORATIONS in lots of ways--above all in that the whole thing begins with "me" in the bathroom of my honeymoon suite, unable to keep myself from self-abuse while my bridegroom is waiting to deflower me. ;)

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  12. In reality, Victorians were such hypocrites. I love how you captured guilt, innocence, and humiliation here. Well done.

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  13. You’re writing is so pretty. I love it :)

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  14. Oh I love F/F, and I love how you handled this spanking, so refined!

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