A remarkable French spanking household #SatSpanks

This moment (see my post yesterday for a little more context) was great fun to write, as was all of Victorian Emily's introduction to her new life of BDSM in what I called the "great drama."

I suppose what I found strangest was that some of those other aristocrats, I would learn—often in quite startling ways—after meeting them, were players, like us, in the drama. I was never able to predict at the dinner-table by what country squire—or even by what Earl or Duke—I might be spanked and irrumated in the privacy of Mr. Wilkes’ rooms at one of the Normandy inns where we stayed after dinner, or when a bishop I had just met would whisper in my ear, “I hear you wear your aide-mari very prettily, Mrs. Wilkes. I hope to see so for myself, later.” 

I soon became used to the ritual of it, though. After a day of walking over Mont-Saint-Michel, for example, there was a dinner in the home of a member of the local gentry. The night before, we had had supper at just another such house, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened, though once we had returned to the inn Edmund had put me through my paces, mouth, front, and back, as he did every night, to my shameful delight. Edmund had not warned me to expect anything different at the present house, but it was without a great deal of surprise that I noticed that the maids of this household were naked, and that the mistress of the house wore only a silver chain about her waist. When I entered the salon, she was watching a footman spank a maid, laid over the arm of a sofa, with a wooden paddle. The maid, a blonde little thing of eighteen or so, was sobbing, "Oh, Madame, je--je regrette. . . oh, s'il vous plait. . ." Her bottom was already bright red, and I instantly felt sorry for her, even as I felt the moisture begin to flow into my aide-mari.

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But Charles had something else in mind, it turned out. After waiting all day for him to say something about a discipline-session, that night he called me into his study and, instead of telling me prepare for a caning, told me that in preparation for our trip to Europe, I was going to learn to be a little girl when he wanted me to be. "I must say, Emily," he said, "that your love of your diapers has intrigued me. We're going to be doing more ageplay from now on--and we know it's something they do in Prophettown, as well, so it may be useful on our trip."  

I knew instantly what this was about. It was about the way I had responded to Sam's daddy-domming me.  

The 32nd book of Explorations tells of fantasy-Charles and fantasy-Emily's ageplay preparations to go to Prophettown, by way of France, while Victorian Emily, herself in France, is inducted into the way of the BDSM great drama.  

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, anal, spanking, intense ageplay, watersports, diaperplay. 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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