Friday, October 25, 2013

The first origin of Prophettown, as told by Emily Orn Wilkes in a document found in the Prophettown archives #SpankorTreat

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Here's something I wrote for Charles just a year or so ago (as opposed to most of EXPLORATIONS, which originates from material first drafted ten years ago, in the year after we got married). As with many of the texts of EXPLORATIONS, it was written as an extra "punishment" that arose out of one of our spanking scenes.

The kids were in bed on a Saturday night, and I was on my laptop at the kitchen table looking at my Fetlife.com feed (link goes to my Fetlife profile--feel free to befriend me!). I saw a beautiful picture of a very large cock. Charles and I play a sort of game in which he monitors my Fetlife activity for spankable offenses. Loving (the Fetlife equivalent of "Liking" on Facebook) pictures of cocks is just about my easiest way to a spanking. If I want a severe one, I make a comment, like the one I made that night, on this picture: "Can I come over?" (Reader, I don't know if you've spent much time on Fetlife, but, if not, I should probably mention that writing "Can I come over?" as a comment on a picture of some random guy's cock is like saying "How are you?" on someone's Facebook status about the weather.)

I glanced over to where Charles was sitting watching the Yankees, with his own laptop open in front of him on the coffee-table. I watched him glance at the screen, then click. Loving him more each second, I saw him smile, and shake his head slightly, and then type.


I looked at my own screen, and read the message that had just arrived: "You are in serious trouble." Some of my favorite words in the universe. He looked over at me, and I did my best schoolgirl quail, hunching my shoulders a bit and lowering my eyes to the carpet. When I looked up, he was pointing to the door of his office (soundproofed vis-à-vis the kids' rooms).

Five minutes later I was in there over the arm of the couch with my pajama pants around my ankles, yelping as my leather paddle struck my bottom. "Five!" I said. "I'm so sorry, sir."

"Not sorry enough, apparently. I can see how wet that picture got you. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

"I am, sir! Ow! Six!"

"Can you come over?"

"Ah! Seven!"

"I have a mind to have you write, 'Sorry I can't come over because I just got spanked by my husband, and now I'm going to be cuffed to my bed and punished anally all night, so by the morning my perspective on your cock will be quite different, since I will have realized that my husband's cock is the only one I should be loving'!"

"Eight! Nine! Owww! Ten!"

Neither of us remarked on the fact that if the intent was to humiliate me, posting that on Fetlife was probably not the best way to do it, since I would undoubtedly receive dozens, perhaps hundreds, of congratulatory messages. But the thought of what it would be like if I had to put such a message up on any normal social media site got us both going.

"Oh, please, sir--ah! Eleven!" He was laying them on very hard, and my bottom was really stinging now.

"Actually, though. . ."

"Twelve. . ." He stopped at this sacred number. I made some of my little whimpers, hoping to interest him in taking advantage of my spread knees to enjoy me with his own lovely cock. Instead, I heard him open a drawer, and turned my head to try to see what he was getting.

"Face to the cushion, sweetheart," he said, and I obeyed, blushing at the shame of knowing what I was about to undergo.


The snap of the lube bottle. The cool of it on his fingers, ungentle with my bottom tonight, and then on the big plug--the one I think of as the punishment plug, and always feel my pulse increase when I so name it to myself.

And then his voice, "I think I want a story, Emily."

"Um, wh--what kind of. . . oh, no, not so--ow."

"I want a story about a wife who saw a picture of another man's cock, and loved it too much, and paid the penalty. If it's a good story, I may reward you." He gave me, as he usually does, a tiny, tantalizing indication of what sort of reward he meant.

Here's the story I told, refined into one of my EXPLORATIONS. Some exposition: Prophettown is a polygamous pseudo-religious BDSM community; it turns out that my avatar fantasy-Emily (that's who's talking in the first paragraph Roman type below) is descended from the people (Emily Orn Wilkes, who's talking for the rest of the story, after that first paragraph, and her husband Edmund) who founded Prophettown, for reasons and by processes as yet unknown.


When I was in Prophettown visiting Sarah, I spent a great deal of time in the public library archives, where they keep the earliest records of the community. I wanted of course to learn everything I could about my great-great-grandmother's relationship to the place, and though the nature of Prophettown meant that many of the origins of the community were purposely obscured so as to hide it from authorities who might meddle (and, in the early days, would almost certainly have shut it down and confiscated the enormous sums of money allocated to its foundation and maintenance), I did come across one precious document, written in my ancestress' own hand, that seemed to give the essence of the matter.


The American project, now called Prophettown, began in a punishment my husband Edmund Wilkes, now the Earl of Wessulk, meted out to me for a minor indiscretion I committed in the gallery of Lord F---- at Castle L----. That gallery had some very fine paintings, many of them commissioned secretly from the greatest painters of Europe, and I was particularly enchanted by a series of scenes from Greek myth, and above all by a large canvas by none other than Raphael depicting Jove coming to Semele in his panoply.


Raphael, I thought, must have had the same thoughts I blush to confess to having had about the erotic meaning of the story, viz. that the lightning-bolt that slays the girl must be that of Jove's loins, the one which he uses upon Juno so infrequently, but upon other, minor, goddesses with, apparently, very great frequency, for in this painting, Jove, stiffly ready to give Semele what she has so foolishly requested, is endowed far beyond mortal men. He is so greatly endowed, and so stiffly ready, that I feared for my tender cleft just gazing at the deity uncovered in the painting. Well I could imagine that Jove would slay poor Semele with that mighty sceptre, and, to the immediate detriment of my posterior (for Edmund was fond of summary chastisement in public) but also to the lasting benefit, I hope, of the people of Prophettown, I whispered, with a giggle, to Lady F----, "I wouldn't mind dying so much, if that yard were fucking me."


Edmund was closer behind me than I thought, as we stood and gazed at the painting. He called to a footman, "You there--would you be so good as to summon Lady Wessulk's lady's maid? Please tell her to bring her ladyship's chastiser to me."


(Think leather paddle.)


"Oh, Edmund, no!" I said.


Lord F---- laughed. To another footman, he said, "Joseph, bring the block, please."


The block was set in the middle of the gallery, and I was made to kneel upon it, and over it, as Jenkins, at Edmund's command, lifted my skirts and pinned them up. I was never permitted drawers in those days, but I was in my aide-mari--that thin strip of silk and lace that tightly bound my charms front and back, but had clasps at my waist, the right one of which Edmund proceeded to unfasten. Bare-bottomed public chastisement was a staple of the great drama, but I never became inured to its humiliation: to know that the servants of Castle L----, as well as Lord F----, had seen the shameful aide-mari, and now were watching my husband pull it down my left thigh, to hang uselessly at my knee, made the blood rush to my face even as I felt the still more humiliating wetness begin in my loins. Now, I knew, they were admiring my charms bare of covering and framed by my stockings and my petticoats.


"I have half a mind, Emily," Edmund said in his firmest tone, "to ask Lord F---- to fetch his largest punishment dildo, so that your punishment will truly fit your crime, and you will feel how Semele was rewarded for her lack of faith in the father of the gods."


"Oh. . . please. . ."


Abruptly, he began to spank me with the chastiser. In a mirror at the end of the gallery I could see him standing at my side as I lay over the block, his left hand upon my waist and his right swinging the chastiser vigorously, over and over. I could not see my bottom, but I could imagine it squirming and quivering, and growing redder and redder.


"Whose yard is the lord of your person, Emily?" he asked, not stopping the spanking, which was becoming exquisitely painful, as he was with his practised hand repeatedly finding the same spots.


"Yours, sir," I sobbed.


"Whose yard is the only one Lady Wessulk should want to be fucked by?"


"Lord Wessulk's, sir. Oh, Edmund, please stop!"


"Who is your Jove, Emily?"


He answered that himself, ceasing to paddle me, lowering his britches, and possessing me right there, in front of my best friend and her cruel husband and their servants, while I cried out in shame and discomfort.


"John," he said conversationally as he continued to thrust into my immodestly lubricious private part, "don't you think that the life of Jove has a great deal to recommend it?"


"Indeed," said Lord F----. "What man of the drama wouldn't rather fuck a harem of nymphs than a single wife?"


Edmund spent then, holding my punished bottom tight against his hips as he shot his essence into my well-plowed furrow, and leaving me, of course, unrelieved of my own amorous arousal.


"You will remain there, wife, for an hour, on display, as a lesson in modesty both to yourself and to others," he said.


"No, Lord Wessulk, you mustn't!" said Lady F----. "That's simply too shameful!"


"Do you want to be next to her, Susan?" asked Lord F---- sharply. "I can have Halton cane you, if you like."


Poor Susan--she would have endured any beating if only her husband were giving it--but he refused to have anything to do with her of an amorous nature except to take her once a week in the matrimonial position, for the purpose of getting an heir. It was torture for her of a completely different kind to the cane's, for her nature was as submissive as mine, and she longed for the sorts of punishment and amorous ordeals I underwent on a daily basis at Edmund's hands (and other features).


I think she probably would have taken the caning out of fellow-feeling with me, but I said, "No, Susan, you mustn't."


Strangely enough, that was when the idea of Prophettown struck me. What, I thought, if Susan and I were both married to Edmund? Does not Plato recommend holding wives in common? Is the custom not honored throughout the world, and even accepted in the Old Testament? Had not Edmund just said that men wish to have the harem of Jove?


After I was allowed to rise, I said to my husband, "Edmund, dear, I've just had an idea for something we might do with the land you bought in that new American state. . ."


Question: How do you think Charles rewarded me for my story?


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121 comments:

  1. You have such a creative mind, Emily! The scenarios you think of are always so different than anything else out there! Thanks for sharing!

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    1. I didn't answer your question! I just noticed. I'm not sure how I missed doing that. LOL I was just so caught up in marveling your creativity. I have a feeling he rewarded you with some extra special worshiping of a phallus very close to him LOL

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  2. OMG, I had just cooled down from reading Maren's story and now I'm off to the shower (cold) again. That was so incredibly hot. Yum Yum. I can assume Charles rewarded you admirably in the naughtiest of places.

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  3. I love you Emily. That is all. I'm going to take a moment now...

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    1. (oh, I'm not eligible to play so don't enter me in any drawings - just reading for my pleasure…)

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    2. Awww. Thanks so much, Natasha! I love you, too!

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  4. It's 35 degrees here right now and you've got me wanting to turn the A/C on. Awesome writing, Emily. And I'd say your husband had you bent over that couch for a good long time after that story. ;)

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  5. I would have to say he gave you some very naughty rough and hard fun over, on, and beside the couch several times. Then he carried you to the bedroom where he made sweet and slow love to you as your final reward ..... Thanks for the very hot story loved it
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  6. Oh my! Nothing I can imagine would ever ever live up to your tantalizing scenes.

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  7. Well damn sweets. First hot story. Man I don't even know what I could say to top anything. I am going to go with this and please pardon the language. After he spanked you 5 more times until you were wet to his liking. He handcuffed you to the bed legs spread opened and fucked the shit out of you, until you were saying his name and his cock was the only one you were thinking of.

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    2. The language is always pardoned here! I like your thinking!

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    3. Well thank you. I am going to delete my email address and so I can take out the @. I have a very dirty mind that tends to get me more into trouble than anything. Email address is abookreviewer at yahoo dot com

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  8. It's hot in here. I think he definitely went through with cuffing you to your bed and then rewarded you thoroughly (and himself) for getting him hot and bothered.

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  9. hehe. I am sure he rewarded you with hot sex of some kind or another :) hisfirstmate2011@gmail.com

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  10. Sighs, I loved the whole story. The idea that Emily and Susan both wanted the same thing. And yum! Prophettown? Love the idea. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful story

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    1. oh and I realize I didn't answer your question... I'm thinking, for such a lovely story, that you found yourself in a similar position for awhile BEFORE Charles paddled you lol

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  11. Really hot story. I'm thinking Charles had his way with you in more than one way. lol

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  12. Wow Emily...definitely getting warm in here! Thanks for sharing such a hot story with us...I would say that Charles rewarded you by acting out at least part of your scene from the story. ;)

    Thanks…
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  13. That was a great and HOT story!! Hopefully Charles loved your story and showed you lots of appreciation :) shavro6 at gmail dot com VIP

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    1. He generally does like my stories, it's true. ;)

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  14. I hope it was the reward you wanted.
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  15. New here. What a hot story. Thanks.

    Charles rewarded you as no other could.

    Love,
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    Love,
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  16. I'm just sitting here with my mouth hanging open! Very steamy!! I'm sure Charles rewarded you on the couch, over the couch, behind the couch and finished up in the bedroom. And I'm sure you'll be commenting on that site again;)

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    1. Oh my goodness, Yes! Thanks, Mary Sue!

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  17. Great story! I am thinking he replaced that plug with something more enjoyable!
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    1. Thanks, Abby! I think you get to the essence of it, there! ;)

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  18. LOL, I have no doubt he gave you cookies and milk as your reward. Or maybe that's my tiny streak of vanilla showing. Deep down I imagine the reward was something totally worthy of another story.

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  19. LOvely story Emily! I think her husband would have acted out some of her fantasy but he would have made sure he would have given her own relief of amorous arousal :)

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    1. Thanks, Constance. Yes, a definite echo, there, I guess. :D

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  20. Hmmm, I hope Charles rewarded you by fulfilling a fantasy for you and making sweet love to you for a long time. Thanks for the great story, Terpsichore (VIP)
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  21. It sounds like that story would earn you any reward you wanted :-)
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    1. Aw, what a wonderful compliment! Thanks!

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  22. Wow, Emily!
    Ok, I have to say I liked both the real and the fantasy stories! They were both hot!
    I have a feeling the story would have been rewarded with a Good Girl spanking (mmmmmm!) and some glorious attention afterwards.

    I love your writing style, Emily!
    Great job as usual!
    :)

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    1. Thanks so much, Katherine! My good girl spankings are always also bad girl spankings (I'm so very naughty, you understand; I can usually produce something to confess to in the self-abuse realm), but the glorious attention is glorious!

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  23. Wow! I would imagine reward might have been something along the lines of a long hard paddling and some rough play in the sheets...thanks for the excerpt most definitely a hot read

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  24. I imagine he rewarded you in a way that could be a whole new story.

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    1. Thanks, Dana! That works very well indeed with what I like to call my labyrinthine (read "way too complicated") narrative proclivities!

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  25. I have to say, Emily, that by using your own name for your characters, I'm not sure how much of your stories are fiction and how much are related to your own experience. It is clear that Charles knows what you need and desire and you are well-matched, and I suspect the lady of Prophettown somewhat enjoys her husband's humiliations even if she protests them. She may not have realized her husband was quite as close as he was when she made her comment, but I'm not sure that realization would have stopped her, either. She is a lady who speaks her mind despite her outward display of submission, much like you, I think, which means there is a great deal of Emily in all your creations. Scandalous snippet, which I enjoyed very much despite myself. I suspect Charles rewarded you by giving you exactly what you sought from him, be it pain or pleasure depending on your mood. And Dana is right, no doubt his reward could be another story in itself.

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    1. Thanks, Kathryn. If you don't mind, I'm going to take "very much despite myself" as one of the highest compliments I've ever been paid. The question of my "reality" is intentionally a very complex one. Remember that my profile begins "I, Emily Tilton, if I exist. . ." and, in its short version, finishes with "It's far more likely that I'm actually someone else, who wishes she were as free to play out her submissive fantasies as Emily Tilton is." That said, in what I think of as my "actual" life, my fantasies and kinks are very closely aligned with "my" fantasies and kinks "as" Emily.

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  26. I think Charles rewarded you in a manner not unlike what Edmund did to Emily.

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  27. Well, I think I am about to go put my hot coffee on ice... That was freaking hot! Well done Emily :)

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  28. Both the fantasy and the real story were great. I hope Charles rewarded you well. ;)

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  29. Emily, WOW!!! I enjoyed both parts of your story! Very creative! :) I'm guessing that Charles enjoyed your story very much, and rewarded you with a good girl spanking and some hot loving!!! Thanks for writing!

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    1. Thanks so much! I always find something naughty to get spanked for, though, so every spanking is both a good-girl and a bad-girl one. ;)

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  30. Thanks for both stories, Emily. I hope Charles liked your story too. I need to get back on Fetlife. When I do I'll "friend" ya! :)

    Hope you have a sexy Halloween!

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  31. Edmund is such strict disciplinarian and the mere thought of the chastiser makes me shudder. Wow!

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    1. He is strict--but, really, that's what Victorian Emily needs, when she confesses the truth. ;)

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  32. Wow! Hot story, or stories! I'm sure you were justly rewarded for your trouble :)
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  33. That tiny, tantalizing taste he gave you if it was a "good story" was a most excellent incentive, but I've no doubt that he rewarded you with what HE thought best.

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    1. He usually does! It's nice that what HE thinks best is usually something I love!

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  34. Love it, Emily! A tale within a tale...very Arabian Nights, which I adore

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  35. Oh my goodness, Emily! Phew. I sincerely hope that the naughty narrator got every chastisement her heart desired.

    Regarding an earlier comment, you have to BE a good girl in order to get a good girl spanking. :)

    Wow, what an amazing story. Thanks for joining Spank or Treat!

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    1. Oh, that's right! BE a good girl. Doesn't seem likely, somehow. ;) Thanks, Ana!

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  36. Um is it bad that I liked the lead up lol How do you even think of a story in such a situation. You are quite a minx. And I am sure you were both rewarded in harmonious pleasure. I am behaving way too much here. Perhaps my explicit days are behind me...a heck who am I kidding? *giggles.

    You weren't even aloud to finish your story. His hand slid along the slicked folds and he tastes the sweet juices that coated his hand. His fingers firmly circled you clit as you attempted to speak through increasing breaths. Hearing his pants slip to the floor you tried to speed up the story, looking for the end. Wanting to finish it so you could enjoy the inevitable. But his hand tapped a reminder on you wanton behind.

    "Yes...sir." you managed as he squatted down and pushed your legs apart further. He distracted you more as a warm tongue ran up the cleft, spreading our lips only a moment, making you moan. His finger probed inside and your legs lifted as you ached for release. As your arousal mounted, closer to release he moved away. "Please, sir," you whimpered.

    Holding his erection he slipped it in you and simultaneously let out groans that filled the room already scented with the soft musk of your wantonness. He steadied himself on the couch. "You are so ffff-- tight, Emily." Your name left his tongue in a breathless whisper.

    The extra intrusion of a double-stuff caused you to forget your place in the story as your head changes to a hazy need. The pain and pleasure pushed all the bundles of nerves within you to the precipice ready to spill over the edge. Scratching at the couch as the climax burst like a firework within you. He leaned heavily on you as shots of his creamy seed pulsed successfully inside you.

    Well enjoy...;) PS this was a very tame version, most of mine is more explicit and I swear...a lot. Just not in real life. I blame my characters.

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    1. Suzy, I wish I could give a prize for best answer to the question!!! Thanks!

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    2. Alright, Suzy: you just won the unofficial best comment prize--a book of mine of your choice! I'll try to track you down today. ;)

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    3. Holy hotness, Suzy!! Wow, unexpected & delicious!

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  37. I sure hope so! I need a cold shower after that! Can't wait to read more of your stories! My email is kristinelyon@live.com Thanks for the chance to win!

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  38. Loved how you put the two stories together. Definitely would guess that a hard spanking was in order. Maybe being tied and being used could also be part of the punishment.

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  39. The reward was clearly what you you needed and only he knows best!

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  40. I think Charles was inspired to find a chastiser of his own and lovingly reward you with what you needed.


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  41. Wow!! Hot!
    I think Charles with whatever he wanted, again and again.

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  42. My goodness! I would say he probably rewarded you with another chastisement and, hopefully, some anal punishment!

    Thank you so much for a wonderfully hot story!

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    1. He's pretty reliable in that department!

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  43. Intricately wicked, Emily. I am intrigued with your Prophettown and ancestress.

    There is something to be said for being later to arrive at this party. Suzy Ayers' descriptive gift to you was an enjoyable boon to your stories.

    Whew! Now, ehat was your question? Umm... oh! I think Charles rewarded you by playing off the story you told at his direction, acting out Lady Emily's punishment, but adding his own creativity as you told the tale. I also think, after you led him on with LE's hint to Edmund for a use of the American land, Charles added a gripping chapter of his own. I'm sure you enjoyed it!

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    1. His chapters are rather more. . . physical than mine. ;) Also, very enjoyable.

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  44. So wicked! I thoroughly enjoyed your story. I hope you rewarded handsomely. :)
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  45. I really like the story within the story Emily. First, the Real life scene with purposely getting mischievous and promiscuous so that Charles would chastise you. Then to the fantasy Emily where she receives punishment for the same offense, but by looking and lusting after a painting. Very creative.
    I would think Charles rewarded you by making sure the only cock to hold your interest was indeed his.

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    1. He does like to reinforce that lesson as often as possible!

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  46. Oh I loved the two for one stories! I think perhaps Charles gave you another spanking before taking you to bed and making you cum so many times you nearly pass out (or maybe I'm just projecting ;-) )
    So happy for this Spanking tour, it lead me here xox
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    1. What a wonderful idea--you may be projecting, but you're projecting accurately! Welcome!

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  47. Wonderful story, Emily. Though I must wonder after her comment about the yard of cock, whether the largest punishment dildo would really have been the kind of punishment he sought to deal out. :-) (Is it warm in here?)

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    1. LOL! "Yard" is one of those awesome old-timey words for cock, but in Jove's case it's a double-entendre! :D

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  48. Just like Emily in the story. kbmckee at mail dot com

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  49. I am guessing he had vibrators--anal and pussy and had you come over and over and over!!

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  50. I would have to say The answer was undoubtedly...yes.

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  51. He rewarded you just like in the story. Super hot and loved the story within the story.

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  52. I think your story was rewarded with a a good fucking, with the punishment plug still in place...

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  53. With a deliciously hard spanking, of course!!

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  54. Spanking!! Woo hoo! :) Love it!

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