Friday, August 9, 2013

Victorian Emily's schooling continues #SatSpanks

Everyone was so nice about last week's snippet that I feel like I have to tell you "what happened then." You may remember that Miss Orn (aka Victorian Emily) had just said to Mrs. Smith, who was "innocently" applying a salve to the "chastised area," "Please to stop, Mrs. Smith. I have made a mistake."
Or that is what I meant to say. What actually emerged from my lips was, "Mrs. Smith! Mrs. Smith! Please. . . oh, please." 
How to describe the motions of her fingers? I could not see them in the mirror, so perhaps they may be termed discreet—the view was only of the elegant lady standing beside an unclothed feminine back-side, her left hand resting lightly above the buttocks, her right, for reasons (undoubtedly in complete accord with propriety) of her own, placed at the most shameful spot, where the hemispheres and the thighs all intersect, as if to a civilized personage such a posterior was a natural subject of attention. But those invisible motions! She had said she would place her salve upon "the chastised area," but it began to seem that her interpretation of the phrase was rather liberal. She was rubbing a certain place, opening me so wantonly that I was no longer able to utter articulate noises at all; indeed I had begun to cry out much as I had at the strokes of the paddle. How could shame and pleasure be so inter-twined? How could I have any claim to honour, I who was allowing Mrs. Smith to feel how wanton I was despite all my boasted modesty?
And the blurb (buy the book here): 
“Yes, Miss Orn, it is shameful. Your conduct when you were eighteen, and its punishment. Raising your shift in bed and fingering your untried charms and bending with your drawers down over your school desk; playing lewdly in the tub and being made to show your nakedness to your governess while she chastised it; tasting your friend’s loins on a mossy bank and riding the punishment horse in the solarium. What your bridegroom will command of you, the use he will make of your most private parts, what he will punish you for and the chastisement itself. It is shameful to remove your corset, your chemise, your drawers for me. That is why I have asked it of you.”

The 22nd book of Explorations continues the story of fantasy-Emily reading her great-great-grandmother's introduction to a world of Victorian BDSM, at the hands of the able Mrs. Smith, trainer of young brides. Victorian Emily finds herself caught in a web of consent and compulsion, forced to undress in an elegant parlor and to hear hints of things to come that seem to her so shameful and degrading that she can hardly believe them.

This book of EXPLORATIONS contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: ff, Ff, spanking. 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. Ahh, so Mrs. Smith's explorations of Emily's backside were not entirely for medicinal purposes. Looks like the two ladies may have found something in common after all. Thank you for the clarification, and I look forward to reading more. ;-)

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    1. Thanks, Kathryn. Mrs. Smith knows Emily better than she knows herself, really. . .

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  2. Ooh, I so love the premise with her reading the diary of her great-great-grandmother. So clandestine, so wonderfully naughty...

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    1. Thanks, Thianna. It's really a lot of fun to write!

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  3. God your writing is soooooooo good Emily and the stories are so freaking hot!

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  4. I'm loving these Saturday snippets, the voyeuristic sensation is wonderful. I try to put myself in Emily's place reading her grandmothers diaries and discovering this incredibly naughty side to her. Marvelous.

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  5. Thanks, Tara! That's where my own pleasure comes from, I have to say: imagining myself shocked to realize what my forebear got up to. :)

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  6. Very sexy. Sounds like these two ladies may get together and enjoy loving eachother<3

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    1. Mrs. Smith does take her favorite pupils into her bed with some regularity, I think. But Emily has some study before her. . . ;)

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  7. After reading other people's comments, I'm wondering what it would be like to find my own great-great grandmother's diary.

    Love the F/F, as always. It's wonderful to see F/F that is about mutual love and care.

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    1. Thanks, Ana. That's why I love writing Mrs. Smith, actually: she cares deeply for all the brides she trains, but above all for the ones, like Emily, who seek a deep understanding of D/s.

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  8. This sounds like an enthralling read. I too like the diary of her grandmother. The whole time I'm reading it I'm going to be wondering if my grandmother ever left diary behind.

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    1. I love thinking about that myself. My real grandmother had a secret thing for romance novels that we didn't discover until she'd died.

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  9. Very sexy. Lovely writing. Want to know more about the "punishment horse."

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    1. The horse referred to here is quite prosaic--just a block sort of affair--but there's a much more interesting version on tap in volume 29. :D

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  10. ah yes, wanton. I love how Emily's cries are inarticulate as the salve is applied :D lovely snipped

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  11. ooooh! You have me yelping for more. so hot.

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  12. This seems like one naughty girl, I think I'm really going like her.

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  13. Lovely snippet. Your words were dancing on the page!

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  14. Love the tone and the phrase "where the hemispheres and thighs meet". Can't wait for more.

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    1. Thanks, Celeste! One of my favorite parts about writing the Victorian stuff is getting to come up with things like that!

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  15. You had me on the edge of my seat! ... will we get more next week?

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    1. Well, kind of. ;) You see, fantasy-me has been reading these notebooks one-handed (if you know what I mean) without telling fantasy-Charles. So next week's snippet is about modern consequences of Victorian hotness. . .

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