Exhibited at their owners' villa #Taboo2sday

I'm so excited that Taboo Tuesday is back as a formal bloghop, now and for the future!

My snippet this time, from Bought and Trained, plays on the taboo of exhibitionism. Rose and Hannah are performing at a party at their owners' villa.

Rose and Hannah were told to begin by kneeling, facing each other, and then to embrace and kiss, and rub their breasts together. Then they had to hold one another’s bottoms, and show the guests how they rubbed their pussies together. David gave all these commands amid an ongoing flow of dirty talk that had both Rose and Hannah flushed and panting: “Show these nice people how naughty you are,” and, “I’m sure that little pussy is very wet, isn’t it?” and, “Look at those cute pink bottoms! You all did a very nice job with the paddles!” 

Then, however, it was time for David to ask for requests from the audience as to what the girls would do. In their female pleasure class at the Institute, Rose and Hannah had learned to put on this kind of performance, not in the manner of porn stars, but in the manner of innocent young things who are frightfully ashamed of doing the things they are commanded to do. Nor did Rose find it very difficult to assume that attitude, for it did feel so very shameful to have to do the things that were called out, with Hannah, like sixty-nine, and taking turns spanking each other, and, “Bend down and open up those asses for us.”

Here's the blurb. Click to buy it at Amazon!

Desperate to be dominated, twenty-five-year-old Rose signs up for a concubine training program and agrees to have her memory of consenting erased, allowing her to experience being forced to explore her fantasies of complete and utter submission. 

Leo, a skilled case-agent for the program, captures Rose and puts her through a strict training regimen, in which her body is no longer her own but instead is Leo’s to command. He brings her to the Institute where she meets her training partner, Hannah, and also meets other men who she learns to call “Master”. During her time at the Institute, Rose is taught that obedience is not optional and that defiance will result in ever more humiliating punishments. 

Once their training is complete, Rose and Hannah are purchased by a master and mistress and are brought back to the couple’s villa in the Caribbean. The girls thrive in their new roles, but when a traumatic experience causes Rose’s memory of her consent to come flooding back, will her realization that she wanted all of this from the beginning bring everything crashing down?

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The yearning to be dominated: Bought and Trained

I'm really proud of my new book Bought and Trained. I think I managed in it to find the sort of plot-device for which I've searched a long time: a way to let a character live out a non-consent fantasy consensually.

What price would we not pay to feel, at last, that we could live our true selves? Rose certainly didn’t know the answer to that question as she signed the contract. 

A million dollars from the man who chose her, with the requirement that he pay a million more if she stayed with him for a year. 

But the money wasn’t the reason. The reason was the fantasies. 

“Alright, Rose,” said Leo Hastert, her case-agent (as he called himself) for the Institute’s concubine program, which was the only name this strange—what? company? system?—thing she was doing had. “I’m going to go over this one more time, as I’m required to by the Institute, OK?” 

Rose nodded, swallowing hard. 

“After you leave here today, you will deposit a copy of this contract, along with any documentation you choose to add, in a safe-deposit box monitored by our program-agents, but kept at a public bank. Then you will return here, and you will be hypnotized by a skilled professional. Your memory of the program, and of signing this contract, will be deeply hidden. At some point, over the next few weeks, you will be abducted, and trained as a concubine in a secret location. During your abduction and training, your progress will be monitored by us and by your friend Joanne Goshen, who referred you to us, though you will not, of course, remember that she is monitoring you. If at any time we think, or Joanne thinks, you are being harmed in any way, or that your training is not resulting in the psychological well-being you were seeking when you came to us at her suggestion, we will intervene, and you will be returned, with your memories restored, to your existing life-situation, one million dollars richer. 

“If, on the other hand, Joanne does not intervene, you will in due course be delivered to our client, who will have chosen you as his concubine. As Joanne continues to monitor, you will serve him as he sees fit, and he will treat you exactly as he pleases, according to the list of requirements we supplied.” 

Rose felt her hands tremble slightly, as she remembered all the terrible things on the list of requirements, the punishments and the humiliations, but she nodded anyway. 

“Again, if intervention is necessary, you will be returned, restored, and enriched. But if you remain with your master for a year, you will gain an additional million dollars, and another for each year of service.” 

Leo looked at Rose for a long moment; then he said, “Are you prepared to sign?” 

“Yes,” Rose said.

 Here's the blurb! Buy Bought and Trained at Amazon by clicking here!

Desperate to be dominated, twenty-five-year-old Rose signs up for a concubine training program and agrees to have her memory of consenting erased, allowing her to experience being forced to explore her fantasies of complete and utter submission. 

Leo, a skilled case-agent for the program, captures Rose and puts her through a strict training regimen, in which her body is no longer her own but instead is Leo’s to command. He brings her to the Institute where she meets her training partner, Hannah, and also meets other men who she learns to call “Master”. During her time at the Institute, Rose is taught that obedience is not optional and that defiance will result in ever more humiliating punishments. 

Once their training is complete, Rose and Hannah are purchased by a master and mistress and are brought back to the couple’s villa in the Caribbean. The girls thrive in their new roles, but when a traumatic experience causes Rose’s memory of her consent to come flooding back, will her realization that she wanted all of this from the beginning bring everything crashing down?

First spanking from her new owner: #SatSpanks

In Bought and Trained, the Institute at which Rose finds herself hosts the owners of the concubines-in-training in a visitors' suite, so that they may sample the developing skills of their girls. Here, Rose and Hannah are getting to know David and Grace, their new owners. Rose has been instructed to keep eye contact with David, as he pleasures her.

David put out his tongue, and licked. Rose cried out, and, with a sob, looked away. 

She cried, "I'm sorry, Master. . . I'm sorry. . .," as David continued to lick, but then, after a few moments, David pulled his head back and said, "Hannah, sweetie, would you go to the closet and get the paddle with Rose's name on it?" 

"No!" said Rose. "Oh, please. . . Master. . . I'm so sorry!" 

But David had returned to his licking, and kissing, and Rose was mewing with forced pleasure again, while Hannah obeyed. Two small leather paddles hung there, one with her name in calligraphy on the handle and one with Rose's. 

Mistress' voice came from behind her, "You'd better get your own paddle too, sweetie, and bring it to me."

Here's the blurb! Buy Bought and Trained at Amazon by clicking here!

Desperate to be dominated, twenty-five-year-old Rose signs up for a concubine training program and agrees to have her memory of consenting erased, allowing her to experience being forced to explore her fantasies of complete and utter submission. 

Leo, a skilled case-agent for the program, captures Rose and puts her through a strict training regimen, in which her body is no longer her own but instead is Leo’s to command. He brings her to the Institute where she meets her training partner, Hannah, and also meets other men who she learns to call “Master”. During her time at the Institute, Rose is taught that obedience is not optional and that defiance will result in ever more humiliating punishments. 

Once their training is complete, Rose and Hannah are purchased by a master and mistress and are brought back to the couple’s villa in the Caribbean. The girls thrive in their new roles, but when a traumatic experience causes Rose’s memory of her consent to come flooding back, will her realization that she wanted all of this from the beginning bring everything crashing down?

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Visual spanking stories analysis: smile

The smile says it all doesn't?

It only says so much, I think, though, because of its place at the center of a constellation of more overtly erotic elements: black lace, a dominant hand upon the neck, collar and leash, a wrist-cuff contrasting with the lace, a hint of bare thigh.

Above all, the way her master's face rises outside the frame: the impersonal dominant Other to whom I feel I, too, submit, when I am spanked.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: smile

(See here for an explanation of this series and here for an index to it.)

Conchita smiled, because her master had spanked her.

She smiled, because after he had spanked her over the spanking stool, he had lowered her to her knees before him.

She smiled, because she could, leashed and collared and cuffed though she was, still put her arm around his leg, and feel his right hand upon the back of her neck.

She smiled because under her right hand she could feel his arousal, and because she knew that his arousal came from spanking her, and from knowing that she wanted nothing more than to submit to him.

Conchita smiled because she knew the next thing her master would say was "Mouth, Conchita. Open my fly, and let me take my pleasure."

(Photo via Paolo Corazza of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)

The professor's collar #RTKDungeonCrawl #CorbinsBend

Is there a piece of leather with more meaning than a collar?

If she had to pick one thing from October and November that she always wanted to remember, it was after he had put her collar around her neck for the first time, and she sat in his lap on the sofa in front of the fire, with him in jeans and T-shirt and her in, well, nothing except the collar, and they were (she was sure no one would ever believe it, but it was true) talking about Roman history. 

That was one of the many forms that aftercare took for them. She wouldn't say that aftercare was her favorite part, because that seemed to her to betray her absolute need for the spanking and the caning and the brutal sex, but it was certainly the sweetest part. The first time it happened that way, with her collared, in front of the fire, was at about 2 am on Sunday 29 September, when she had been enjoyed by John in every way a man can enjoy a woman, and she felt the very beginnings of what John told her was called ‘subdrop’. The fire was very warm, but she still shivered a bit in his arms. 

"Shh, Sarah. Shh. It's OK. It's normal. I'm here. I'm holding you." 

"John... is it wrong?"

Here's the blurb! Sarah's Tutorial comes out in May!

When Professor John Dunn moves to Corbin's Bend, hoping to live the spanking-centered BDSM lifestyle for which he has always yearned, he gets more than he bargained for when his brilliant student Sarah Harshaw sets out to seduce him. Sarah, in turn, gets much more than she bargained for when she finds herself taken in hand, and loving it. 

Both John and Sarah know that their torrid D/s relationship is wrong, but both also know that they have found in the other a true partner not just erotically, but intellectually as well. Will their love survive the trials that inevitably befall it when Sarah's parents find out, and confront John? Can Sarah convince John that she knew what she was doing when she entered his office even though wearing his collar wasn't in her game-plan?

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Back to the back passage: Sarah's Tutorial #CorbinsBend #Taboo2sday

Taboo Tuesday is on hiatus as a formal bloghop, but the hashtag lives on! Like most of my main characters, John Dunn and Sarah Harshaw think a great deal about anal. I hope you're intrigued enough by this snippet to want to see it in its full, hot, glorious context in Sarah's Tutorial, my first Corbin's Bend book.

Her bottom. He was going to fuck her bottom. He was going  to... train her bottom. He wanted her consent to train her anus, so that... so that it would be more... pleasurable... more enjoyable for... for him... for his... for his c–c– 

She couldn’t help it: She felt her fingertips moving of their own accord–frantically now. She leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes thinking of his cock. Wanting to see it, wanting to kiss it, wanting it to... 

She heard the click of the camera.

 Here's the blurb! Sarah's Tutorial comes out in May!

When Professor John Dunn moves to Corbin's Bend, hoping to live the spanking-centered BDSM lifestyle for which he has always yearned, he gets more than he bargained for when his brilliant student Sarah Harshaw sets out to seduce him. Sarah, in turn, gets much more than she bargained for when she finds herself taken in hand, and loving it. 

Both John and Sarah know that their torrid D/s relationship is wrong, but both also know that they have found in the other a true partner not just erotically, but intellectually as well. Will their love survive the trials that inevitably befall it when Sarah's parents find out, and confront John? Can Sarah convince John that she knew what she was doing when she entered his office even though wearing his collar wasn't in her game-plan?

The dominant professor: introducing John Dunn #CorbinsBend

The fantasy from which Sarah's Tutorial, my first Corbin's Bend book, springs is one that I've had for longer than I'm allowed to say. We'll call it "since my 18th birthday." What happens when an undergraduate tries to seduce her professor, and gets more than she bargained for?

“If we are to keep company, Sarah,” said Professor Dunn, “you must understand what sort of relationship you are entering into. I am past the age at which I have any wish to trifle with the more traditional—and for me dishonest—forms of prelude to my erotic pursuits with a girl in whom I have taken an interest. These days, when I accept a girl for a tutorial, I ask her to stipulate in advance that she relinquishes certain rights girls and women tend to regard as essential these days.” 

Sarah swallowed hard. She had certainly not expected this sort of discourse from a professor she planned to seduce, especially when she had her hand on his lap, lovingly and naughtily bringing it to life beneath his woolen trousers, as they sat on the little couch in his office. The professor was supposed to be grateful, not peremptory. That was how she thought these crushes worked. 

And she had been considering whether to bestow on Professor Dunn her ultimate gift, by giving him a little head (a phrase she and her friends liked to throw about to demonstrate their experience, though the little thrill it gave her in fact demonstrated the opposite, she knew) in his office—not letting him go deep or come in her mouth, of course: just letting him feel what a nubile co-ed can do, when she wants, with her mouth—the sort of thing that kept her on-again-off-again boyfriend Fred docile, and left her feeling superior, as she delicately removed her lips from his cock and pumped it with her fingers until he spurted all over himself and his dorm-room sheets. 

But Professor Dunn’s words had changed things completely, in a way she could not quickly grasp. 

“W—what?” 

“Let’s begin with a little test of your suitability. If you wish to continue this interview, call me ‘Sir’, if you please.” 

“What?”

I'm afraid you'll have to wait until May to see what happens, but I'm going to tease you mercilessly all week! Here's the blurb:

When Professor John Dunn moves to Corbin's Bend, hoping to live the spanking-centered BDSM lifestyle for which he has always yearned, he gets more than he bargained for when his brilliant student Sarah Harshaw sets out to seduce him. Sarah, in turn, gets much more than she bargained for when she finds herself taken in hand, and loving it. 

Both John and Sarah know that their torrid D/s relationship is wrong, but both also know that they have found in the other a true partner not just erotically, but intellectually as well. Will their love survive the trials that inevitably befall it when Sarah's parents find out, and confront John? Can Sarah convince John that she knew what she was doing when she entered his office even though wearing his collar wasn't in her game-plan?

Kathryn Blake, one of the classiest actors on the spanking fiction stage, answers Emily's Questions

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Rose's first spanking: Bought and Trained #SatSpanks

Bought and Trained is out!

"Maybe next time you won't be so slow to take off your clothes for your master," [Leo said]. He cut along one outside seam of the jeans, all the way, and then the other, and they fell away from her into pieces when he tugged at the denim. 

"Don't be mad at yourself, Rose," he said sardonically. "You were going to have your first spanking sooner or later." He looked down at her backside, offered to him helplessly over the chair. The lace accentuated her lovely bottom so well that he decided to keep her in her panties for a bit.

"I think a girl's first spanking should always be with the open hand, don't you, Rose?" He let the question stay rhetorical, as he began to spank her.

Here's the blurb. Click to buy it at Amazon!

Desperate to be dominated, twenty-five-year-old Rose signs up for a concubine training program and agrees to have her memory of consenting erased, allowing her to experience being forced to explore her fantasies of complete and utter submission. 

Leo, a skilled case-agent for the program, captures Rose and puts her through a strict training regimen, in which her body is no longer her own but instead is Leo’s to command. He brings her to the Institute where she meets her training partner, Hannah, and also meets other men who she learns to call “Master”. During her time at the Institute, Rose is taught that obedience is not optional and that defiance will result in ever more humiliating punishments. 

Once their training is complete, Rose and Hannah are purchased by a master and mistress and are brought back to the couple’s villa in the Caribbean. The girls thrive in their new roles, but when a traumatic experience causes Rose’s memory of her consent to come flooding back, will her realization that she wanted all of this from the beginning bring everything crashing down?

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Visual spanking stories analysis: disrespect

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

The hotness here revolves around the lace panties, for me at least. I've written on this blog ad nauseam about my thing for white lace; what I love about its presence in this photograph is the way "Kathy's" panties have been pulled down not for sex but for spanking, giving a hint that the naughtiness that got her in trouble might just have something to do with the wickedness of such lingerie, which is paradoxically intended not to cover but to suggest uncovering.

Something about "Tod's" stance, and the expression on his face, indicates to me that his relationship to Kathy is not really intimate. In turn, that suggested to me that he is in some sense the delegate of whoever it is who has the power to order Kathy spanked. Delegate scenarios are some of my very favorites, and along with Kathy's position and her woeful expression, that was all I needed to make the fantasy one of my most elaborate in a few weeks.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: disrespect

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Broken by the Institute: Bought and Trained #RTKDungeonCrawl

The first part of Bought and Trained is called "Broken."

"Rose," Leo said, when he was sure he had tied her securely, "we're going to have a lot of fun, you and I, over the next 48 hours--but only if you make up your mind to be a good girl. If you decide that you can't be a good girl for me, well, I'll still have fun. . . but I'm afraid you won't. Do you think you can be a good girl for me?" 

Leo could see fear in her wide eyes as she nodded. 

It was time to heighten things for her emotionally. Without another word to her, Leo began to go through the things on her shelves, knowing that she was watching his every move. He walked to the bedroom door--he had studied the simple floor-plan carefully that morning, and opened it. 

He looked back at Rose. "I'm just going to have a little look in your bedroom, Rose. Do you think I'll find anything naughty?" 

Her only response was to widen her eyes. She knew what he would find, as did he. He went into the bedroom, and straight to the top dresser-drawer. Under her lovely panties and bras, he found a copy of Penthouse Forum dated two years before and a worn copy of a spanking book called Schoolgirl Tales. He also found a cute little pink vibrator. He brought all these out, and laid them on the couch in front of her. 

"Naughty," he said. She mewed through her gag at that, but he was sure even she didn't know what she wanted to say in response to the revelation.

Blurb and cover for Bought and Trained are coming soon!


Now keep on crawling!

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Innocence violated: Bought and Trained #Taboo2sday

In Bought and Trained, my heroine Rose is taken to an Institute for her training as a concubine. There she meets another concubine, who is in a slightly different program, called the innocents' program. Sometimes I think that the basis of taboo is in the idea of sexual purity.

So, when the time came, in the middle of that same week, to find a girl to complete the set that David had asked for, Abigail and Neil had no doubt at all: Hannah was the natural choice. He had Abigail tell Hannah what was required, and he brought Rose in for her first individual session since the long one on her first day. 

He was riding Rose hard, over a training bench, when Hannah came in, as he had arranged with Abigail. He could see the look of wonder on her face in the mirror, as she stood in the doorway. 

"What are you doing to Rose, Master N?" she asked. "Is it a punishment?" 

"Go away, Hannah," Rose said. "It's advanced. . . oh. . . it's not for you, now. Master, please send her away!" 

"I'm training Rose to be a good girl for her master. Would you like to watch?"

Blurb and cover for Bought and Trained are coming soon!

A biggie is coming: Bought and Trained

Bought and Trained, the book that will with any luck be coming at the end of this week, was a big project. The story occupied my mind for many months before I even got off page 1 (well, it became page 3, when the whole thing was done). I wanted to tell a tale of a submissive's initiation and training that dealt seriously with the problem of consent, so it took a long while even to frame the story, let alone get it onto the page. Because it's a book that comes directly out of my deepest fantasies, I really want to get you interested, so I'm going to tease it extensively this week.

For a start, here's the final version of the first scene I wrote. If you're the sort of reader who's going to like this book, I think you'll be intrigued.

Leo Hastert smiled as he put on his cable-guy outfit. Rose Hutchison, blonde and blue-eyed, had called him back, as he had known she would, to do the hack he had told her he could do for twenty bucks. She had also made it clear that she was hoping he would service more than her cable box. He had called Abigail at the Institute, and Abigail had given final approval for the pick-up. After Rose had been accepted, Abigail had circulated her picture to the clients with whom the Institute was currently working to find concubines. David Handelson had called back within a few minutes of seeing Rose's picture. He would take Rose--and did Abigail have a 19 year-old to go with her? David and his wife were hoping to bring a pair to Saint Martin--and to their other houses, on Long Island and in Paris, of course. One for him and one for her? Leo wasn't sure, but the program was adept at filling this sort of request, and Abigail had told David she would see what they could do.  

Leo loved his job. 

* * * 

Rose Hutchison, twenty-five and already divorced, petite and lovely, let Leo into her apartment with a sly smile. She wore a cute pink T-shirt and tight, classic jeans. He was sure she had on some sort of special panties in his honor. That would be fun. 

Leo didn't even glance at the place where he had installed the camera in the kitchen the day before, when Rose had been out shopping. He would know from a buzz in his implanted earpiece if that camera stopped feeding video--or any of the five others he had installed throughout her apartment, so that the Institute's monitors and Rose's safer (as they were called) Joanne could see everything that would happen. 

Rose closed and locked the door behind Leo, 6'2" and, from outward appearances, all alpha--just what girls who are coming to terms with their submissive sides are looking for. The reality had more complexity, but Leo didn't wear his love for opera and French cooking on his sleeve. 

Leo looked down at her, and said, "Take off your clothes." 

The look on Rose's face changed to confusion, and then to fear. She reached for the lock on the door, but Leo easily grabbed and held her wrist. She started to yell, but he covered her mouth with his other hand and said "I can gag you if I have to, Rose. Wouldn't you rather I didn't?" A long moment passed, and then she nodded. He took his hand carefully from her mouth; sometimes they bit, but Rose didn't seem to be that kind of girl. Still, he had learned to be careful. 

"You're going to take off all your clothes, or I'm going to take them off for you, after I cane your disobedient backside," Leo said calmly.  

"What?" 

"You thought you were going to get a little action with the hunky cable guy. I'm afraid, Rose, that you're going to get a lot more action than you thought. You've been purchased by a wealthy man: in a month I'm going to deliver you to him, ready to pleasure him when and however he chooses."

The elegant, yet super-hot, Natasha Knight answers Emily's questions!

The first story I ever read by Natasha Knight was a first spanking story (one of my desert island fantasies, I'll confess) called, simply, "Lara's First Spanking"--it's still available, free on her blog, here! Very few erotica authors have ever blown me away with hotness the way that story did. Partly I think that's because Natasha's kinks and mine match pretty closely (I know we're both Story of O fans, for one really important example); partly, though, it's because Natasha's erotic style is both elegant and direct. And I know I'm not the only kinkster who appreciates that combination!

As I began to get to know Natasha as a friend and a colleague, I found in her interactions the same elegance, interspersed with a hilarious, irreverent directness at times. I can't tell you how many times she's called me a dork, for example. At this point, I'd hate to do without being called a dork, by Natasha, on a regular basis.

Why do you write?

Well, I've always written, even if it was just notebooks stuffed with quotes that inspired or prayers that touched my heart or songs that made me cry. I remember starting out with poetry way back when - I tell my husband regularly I'm a poet at heart - switched to YA paranormal and have one short published there (under another name). As for erotica and spanking erotica at that, I started to write it to get the fantasies out of my head, really. I came out a little over a year ago so for a long time before that, I hid everything out of shame mostly. I wrote to get the fantasies out of my head but the writing only made them worse. It made me want it that much more. I think it saved me.

What's your desert-island fantasy? (If you were marooned on a desert-island with only a single fantasy to get off to for the rest of your life, what would you choose?)

There are so many but the basic disciplinarian fantasy…here's a link. A detailed one… It’s kind of naughty but I think your readers like that :)

Do you think of BDSM and/or spankophilia as a practice or as an orientation, or as something else, and what does your answer mean to you?

Orientation, for sure. It's just something inside me, has been from as far back as I can remember. It's really a very simple answer for me.

Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?

I love Hayden Hawke. Even that name…he's from Captive's Desire. You know how your characters sort of take shape as you write them? Well, he was crystal clear from the start. He was a hero but a strict disciplinarian. He loved Livvie but didn't let her off the hook for a second and he fought to do the right thing even if it would cost him his life. All that and he spanks hard. Yum.

Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?

Jamie from Outlander [by Diana Gabaldon] is the first to come to mind. I love him. He is all man. He's big, he's Scottish (making low growly sound here), he's a warrior and he protects his woman at any cost. Plus he's got that sword belt and he's not afraid to use it…

Here's the blurb from Natasha's wonderful, latest book, Taming Megan.

Jake Roark is the husband Megan never dreamed she could have-handsome, responsible, kind-hearted, and so much more. Before she ever said her wedding vows, though, she also knew that he was traditional enough to take a misbehaving wife in hand. When the bad habits from the wild life she led before she met Jake begin to resurface, Megan soon finds herself over his knee for a bare bottom spanking. 

Jake's firm hand and old-fashioned ways only increase her love for him, but when a mistake from the past is suddenly thrust into the forefront of her life and her marriage, will Jake's love for Megan be strong enough to keep her in his arms forever, no matter what he learns about her? 

Publisher's Note: Taming Megan is a stand-alone sequel to Taming Emma. It is an erotic romance novel that contains graphic sexual scenes, anal play, and spankings, including domestic discipline in a contemporary setting. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy links: 

Amazon US, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, All Romance, Barnes and Noble, Blushing Books

And a bonus excerpt, with a little intro from Natasha!

I want to share a piece that is one of my favorites in the book. It takes place during Megan's first punishment spanking. As it’s the first time Jake is punishing her, Megan naturally tests the balance of power between them…this is told from Jake's point of view.

Her look was one of pure sensuality with just a hint of challenge. He wondered if she was aware of the latter at all. She could seduce him utterly and this lesson would be lost. 

Keeping his expression stern, Jake pulled his hand away. “Eyes forward, Megan,” he said. 

She blinked twice, pausing for a moment, then lowered her lashes and did as he said. 

He had to check himself. His cock had been hard ever since he had stood her in the corner, but spanking her, having her naked and over his lap, having her accept her punishment and even having her struggle and needing to hold her down to finally take her spanking, it made him harder than he could ever remember being. He needed release desperately, but the look on Megan’s face was enough to remind him of what he was doing, why his wife was sprawled over his lap having her bare bottom spanked. 

In that one moment, the exchange of power between them had hung in the air. 

Megan’s beauty was her power. As innocent as she was, as honest as she was, she was a beautiful woman and beauty was, in and of itself, power. She was aware of it, wasn’t quite comfortable or sure of how to use it, but it was there and experience had taught her how the slightest shift in the set of her mouth, how one sideways glance, could bring a man to his knees at her feet. 

But Jake had no intention of allowing that to happen. 

He needed to make a point. If he wanted this sort of relationship, tonight would be important. If it ended in sex now, whether it was her seduction of him or his own need, there would be no lesson. It would not be remembered as discipline even though the spanking itself had caused her pain. 

“Ten more, these with the paddle. Count them out.”

A very great debauch #SatSpanks

My Victorian stuff always works well for Saturday Spankings, the sentences being, as befits their period setting, very long.

Time seemed to me, as we feasted there, not to exist except as a way to unite us all in this drama of which I was now a part. Fully initiated, now, having been put to shameful use by the other ladies in the small hours of the morning (the final hour of the Ladies' Hunt was a scene of such debauchery that, jaded and aged as I am, I still quiver to recall it, and I was at the very center of that action, placed upon my back on an ancient oak table, subjected to the erotic whim of one noble lady after another, while the rest stood about and called out things such as "Should not that rump have something in it, Sophie?" and "Does no one have a birch?" [someone fetched a birch]), I felt my exalted position, and I looked at Edmund, and I knew gratitude, and the beginnings of the affection I maintained through all our years together. I suppose one could call it love. 

"How many girls did you fuck tonight?" I had asked him, sleepily, as we settled into our bed together, at five that morning, just as the roosters were crowing. 

"Oh, all of them," he had replied with a wicked smile. 

As I had drifted off to sleep, I supposed that the heroine of a Jane Austen novel would have been horrified, but all I could see in my head was the village girls over the bench, in the park, and Edmund going from one backside to next. I had fallen asleep with my hand, surreptitiously, between my thighs.

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Two hours into the flight, in my dream, Charles called the flight attendant over and said, "This is my wife Emily. She's wearing nothing but a diaper, and I think she may have to be changed. Would you please take her into the bathroom and check her diaper? Emily, sweetheart, do whatever Jean" (that was the name on her nametag) "tells you, OK?" He handed Jean a dry diaper.  

My face as hot as a sun-baked desert, I nodded in my dream, and said, "Yes, Daddy."  

The 33rd book of Explorations tells the story of fantasy-Emily's and fantasy-Charles' journey to France, the first step of their ultimate passage to Prophettown. In a medieval dungeon in Rouen, Emily will come face to face with the BDSM world recorded by her Victorian ancestress a hundred years before.  

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf, anal, spanking, 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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Visual inspirations analysis: what will happen next

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

I set myself a real challenge here, I think, in identifying the chief thermeme. Is it his hand? His ring? Her sheer white garment?

No, I think it's simply the position of her chin, harmonizing with the slightest hint of apprehension in the way her eyelids seem to say that she is trying desperately to keep her eyes fixed downward, to see what will happen next.

It's fascinating to note that the heat here comes entirely from the power-relationship; there's nothing explicit (as that word is usually understood in the context of eroticism) about the photograph. That's why I decided to add one of my very favorite BDSM tropes: what I call "forced anticipation": "Master Frederic" dominates "Maria" simply with words that tell of domination to come. Thus, for us the reader and viewer, the fantasy doubles: not only do we imagine ourselves dominated in the present, but we also must imagine ourselves dominated in the future.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: what will happen next

(See here for an explanation of this series and here for an index to it.)

"What will happen next," said Master Frederic, raising Maria's chin upon the fingers of his left hand as he spoke, "is that you will be beaten."

There was silence in the cavernous room, of which Maria and Master Frederic were the only occupants.

"You will be taken from this room into a theatre, of sorts, where you will kneel upon a block. Should you try to run away, or should you move too violently under the lash, you will be held down by our strong servants. You will be beaten, Maria, because in this house we consider the beating of girls to be indispensable to their becoming better at pleasing us, and because we like to watch girls being beaten. I am not saying that you will not be punished, from time to time, but it is important that you know that this first time you are not being punished, but simply beaten, to remind you of what you are, and where you are."

Maria felt Master Frederic's fingers upon her chin as a restraint beyond any of the leather straps with which he and his associates had bound her hitherto, since they had brought her to their atelier. She had known--of course she had known--that they would beat her soon. But as they had bound her to benches, and pillars, and tables, and had her in every way a master can have a girl, they had never yet beaten her.

Truly, had there been any need? For when they wished to enjoy her, they simply positioned her as they liked, and did so.

Then, this evening at sunset, they had taken the leather away, and given her the thin white shirt, and brought her to this cold, echoing hall. Maria had stood there, waiting, for a time she could not measure, until at last, in the gloom, she had heard the echoing footfalls of Master Frederic's shoes.

(Photo by Raduslaw Pujan, via Sir Dušan Dom of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)