The next book in EXPLORATIONS, Book 26, is Emily's Fitting, due out soon. I haven't chosen the home-furnishing for its cover yet--suggestions are most welcome!
I don't think any set-up is necessary, for a change--this bit comes from the very beginning of the Victorian section of the book.
Brightly dawned my wedding day, the fourth day of June, 1872. I have already told you, in the first part of my narrative, some of my waking thoughts upon that morning, when I contrasted those thoughts to what passed through my fancy on waking at Smith’s the previous day: how (on the morning of my wedding day) I was at first surprised to be wearing a night-dress, and then even more surprised to find in my heart a deep gratitude to Mrs. Smith; I shall not bore you with a lengthy reprise, but rather proceed with my tale in the more or less chronological fashion I have employed hitherto.
Polly, one of Mrs. Smith’s strapping young women, was still asleep on her cot at the foot of my bed. As I looked down my bed to her sleeping form, I will confess that I wondered for a moment whether she might be a sound enough sleeper that I could quench the fire in whose grip I had once again awoken. Surely, thought I, if I pulled my night-dress up, it would sound only like the rustle of bed-clothes. . . and if I bit down hard enough on my collar, I could keep quiet. . .
Visions of what Polly might do—the gagging, the cane I knew was in the special trousseau inside her valise now stored away in my own closet—did not help soothe the ache I felt. But as I began, oh, so slowly to pull at my lap and so to raise the hem of my night-dress, and felt the thin cotton begin to move so teasingly over my bare charms, I suddenly stopped. Where my governess’ hair-brush and the family cane had been utterly unable to prevent me in my lewd pursuits, Mrs. Smith’s razor and her hand had worked the seemingly impossible.
Here's the blurb (buy the book here!):
“Good morning, Miss Orn,” Mrs. Harrah said. Her voice was high, but pleasant, and confidential. “If you will come to stand here in front of me, we may begin. . . . Mrs. Smith, would you do the part of her maid?”
“Of course, Mrs. Harrah. Miss Orn, your deportment during this fitting is subject to one very important rule: you must watch closely in the mirror. If I see you look away, you will feel my paddle upon your naked bottom yet again.”
Mrs. Harrah spoke again. “Mrs. Smith, am I correct that we will be fitting only the aide-mari this morning? And Miss Orn will be returning for the petit-maître after the bride-night?”
“Yes, Mrs. Harrah. Those are Mr. Wilkes’ wishes.” The petit-maître. The other article Edmund had requested under the term ‘instrument of discipline’. I feared and burned to know.
“Very well. Miss Orn, please raise your hands and place them behind your head—it will be most comfortable for you if you lace your fingers together.”
In the 26th book of Explorations, fantasy-Emily, now with her husband's permission (provided she can keep herself from auto-erotic temptation) continues to read of her great-great-grandmother's initiation as a submissive bride into a Great Drama of BDSM in Victorian England.
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, Ff, anal, 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.Read all the Saturday Spankings!