I think John Collier's imagination of Lady Godiva is probably my favorite pre-Raphaelite painting of all: the latent BDSM tendencies are so delicately rendered in her bowed head that my heart goes "squee!" every time I see it. For a shameful ride, in a novel saddle, what better?
Here's a tease so that you can see what I mean:
I turned, away from the bride-saddle, to Edmund, apprehensive. “Sir, what am I to do?”
He smiled, “Mount, my dear.”
I blushed, and trembled a bit. “What will happen then?”
He took my hands in his. “You will learn to ride.”
I covered my real confusion with a feigned one. “But, Sir, I already know how to ride.”
Now he put his left arm around my shoulders, and turned me towards the horse, and reached his right hand down to my loins and gently touched me so that I shivered and sighed a little.
“But you do not know how it is a girl may ride and be ridden at once.” His fingers became more insistent.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.And your Corbin's Bend bonus! Ten spanking authors, ten times the hotness. . . in the mountains of Colorado.
Dunn surveyed the sum total of the property that the moving company was about to load onto the truck. Then he looked down at a certain special duffel-bag that lay at his feet, which would not be going with the movers. He had already begun to think of that bag as his "Corbin's Bend Bag." In it were various things he felt sure he would soon find more consistent use for, at last. Looking at the bag, he could see one of those things--maybe the most important of them--, outlined by the black fabric of the duffel: long, and thin, and flexible: a rattan cane. The thought of employing it on a deserving, bare, female backside, in far off Colorado, made him smile.