"Edmund?" I asked, for I was longing as never to that moment I had longed. "Edmund, Sir, I. . ." I looked down at the Persian rug below the bride-saddle, and gripped the handles very hard, and, unable to stop myself, tried to work the muscles in my thighs and bottom, under my husband's loins, in search of something to soothe myself. "I. . . I'm sorry, Sir--I can't. . . help. . ."
He seemed to come to himself. "Don't you dare do that to yourself," he said softly and menacingly. He slowly climbed off me, making me groan, and with the utmost difficulty I stilled my legs.
Then, an instant later, I heard a sound I had heard only once before, in the solarium at Elmhurst, and then the succeeding "thwack" and then the burning line, different to anything else in the world, across my bottom.And the blurb!
Edmund’s bride-saddle, which had never been used before, had no built-in fascinus, and so I was spared at least the menacing sight of the upthrust deity, though I was to learn not many days later that the cover of the saddle could easily be changed to reveal the ring into which would be set any of a number of fittings, and I was to learn also that a recent revolution in the manufacture of bride-saddles had brought it about that these rings were now standardized in such way that girls could be required to bring their own fascini to any occasion, and then forced to fit them to the house’s saddle themselves, and mount.
In the 29th book of Explorations, Victorian Emily's ultimate defloration occurs atop her husband's bride-saddle, while in fantasy-Emily continues her shameful service to her husband's junior colleagues.
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf (no sex among the Ms), 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.