Same-sex fantasies for a guilty girl #Taboo2sday

In An Extreme Marriage my heroine Jenny has been raised with a great deal of shame around sex. Almost above all, she is frightened of her fantasies about other women. Here, Abigail watches the scene in Jenny's dorm-room from the Institute's control-center down the hall.

“Charlotte?” Jenny said again, a little louder. It was just possible that Charlotte actually was asleep; it was 1 a.m. 

“Jenny?” Charlotte said, sleepily. “You can’t sleep?” 

“No… I keep thinking about the day, and…” 

“What?” 

The low-light camera really was amazing, Abigail thought, as she looked at Jenny’s face, turned questioningly and beseechingly on her pillow, with her little hands in front of her, toward where her roommate lay facing the wall. 

“I… I can’t… tell you… I thought maybe I could, but…” 

Charlotte turned so that she was facing Jenny on the bed on the left. A ray of moonlight fell on her face from the window between the twin beds, and Abigail suddenly thought that the Institute should buy the moon so that they could always send that ray just so. 

“Can I guess?” 

Jenny’s eyes widened and she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. 

“You’re attracted to me.” 

“Yes,” Jenny whispered again. “Is that okay?” 

“Of course! Especially since the feeling is mutual.”

 And the scene gets hotter, too. . . but wouldn't you rather read it on your nice Kindle screen?

Here's the blurb:

When Frank catches Jenny, his prim and proper wife, masturbating while reading about the Institute—a place where husbands learn to spank their naughty wives and thoroughly ravish them in the bedroom—he realizes that something needs to change. The Institute’s training costs a fortune, but he is willing to bet it will be more than worth the price.  

Jenny and Frank enter “Extreme Marriage” training at the Institute, but although Jenny craves Frank’s dominance on a very deep level, her bashful ways reveal a sexual guilt taught to her long ago which will require great patience and care to overcome. It takes all of Frank’s willpower to restrain his raging desires as he follows the Institute’s plan and takes control of their marriage.  

Frank’s newfound dominance brings Jenny pleasure beyond anything she has ever known, and as the terrible guilt that has been a part of her life for so long slips away, she and Frank find more joy in their marriage than they ever thought possible. But when they leave the Institute and return home, can they keep the passion they ignited there burning hot?  

Publisher’s Note: An Extreme Marriage is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Bought and Trained. It is an erotic novel that includes extensive BDSM content, spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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A ball-gag for peaceful Sunday football viewing: An Extreme Marriage

I promised last week that I would explicate my debt to the wonderful Claire Colinsgrove much more fully. She wrote this post last February. The Institute's Extreme Marriage program was born.

“Why did that player drop the ball?” Jenny asked about halfway through the first quarter of a crucial playoff game. 

Frank turned to her with a look that froze her stock still and made her eyes widen even as her heart beat like a drum, and said, “Jenny, go to the drawer in the living room, get the little wrapped package from it, and bring it to me.” 

“Wh-what? What’s the…” 

“Do it now, Jenny.” 

She did not say “Yes, sir”—she had gotten out of the habit, somehow—but she got up and obeyed. Alongside the paddle and the cane lay a small elongated package in black wrapping paper. Feeling suddenly like she was back at the Institute, and loving the feeling, she picked it up. Using her skills from Deportment class, she carried it back, walking slowly with head down, and proffered it to her Head of Household. 

“Open it,” Frank commanded. 

“Yes, sir,” Jenny said automatically, realizing instantly what she had been missing. 

Inside the package was a ball-gag. 

Jenny gasped. Frank said, “You’re going to wear that gag from now on, Jenny, whenever I watch sports. Kneel in front of me now.”

And the scene gets hotter, too. . . but wouldn't you rather read it on your nice Kindle screen?

Here's the blurb:

When Frank catches Jenny, his prim and proper wife, masturbating while reading about the Institute—a place where husbands learn to spank their naughty wives and thoroughly ravish them in the bedroom—he realizes that something needs to change. The Institute’s training costs a fortune, but he is willing to bet it will be more than worth the price.  

Jenny and Frank enter “Extreme Marriage” training at the Institute, but although Jenny craves Frank’s dominance on a very deep level, her bashful ways reveal a sexual guilt taught to her long ago which will require great patience and care to overcome. It takes all of Frank’s willpower to restrain his raging desires as he follows the Institute’s plan and takes control of their marriage.  

Frank’s newfound dominance brings Jenny pleasure beyond anything she has ever known, and as the terrible guilt that has been a part of her life for so long slips away, she and Frank find more joy in their marriage than they ever thought possible. But when they leave the Institute and return home, can they keep the passion they ignited there burning hot?  

Publisher’s Note: An Extreme Marriage is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Bought and Trained. It is an erotic novel that includes extensive BDSM content, spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

A need for true punishment #SatSpanks

My snippet from An Extreme Marriage last Saturday seemed to go over well, so I'll continue it!

Jenny's head popped back up, and she looked wildly from Hayden to Frank and back. Hayden knew very, very well that the thought of a true punishment was, for a sub like Jenny, even more arousing than the thought of an erotic spanking. That paradox formed the basis of the passionate bond Frank and Jenny were going to form during their time at the Institute, but it also constituted the deepest challenge they would face. Jenny's profile said that she absolutely needed true punishment, and Frank's said that he could probably learn to give it, but finding the necessary extremity--as Abigail had named it, and then named the program after the idea--posed a significant challenge for every extreme marriage couple, and was likely to be more than usually challenging for the Fentons. 

Thankfully, the thought of having Hayden watch her husband spank her gave Jenny the pause he had thought it probably would. She bent her head, and read the card. Hayden watched her bite her lip, when she came (he was sure) to the part about the bedroom. When Jenny had clearly finished reading, she hung her head still further down, apparently considering.

Buy it here! Here's the blurb!

When Frank catches Jenny, his prim and proper wife, masturbating while reading about the Institute—a place where husbands learn to spank their naughty wives and thoroughly ravish them in the bedroom—he realizes that something needs to change. The Institute’s training costs a fortune, but he is willing to bet it will be more than worth the price. 

Jenny and Frank enter “Extreme Marriage” training at the Institute, but although Jenny craves Frank’s dominance on a very deep level, her bashful ways reveal a sexual guilt taught to her long ago which will require great patience and care to overcome. It takes all of Frank’s willpower to restrain his raging desires as he follows the Institute’s plan and takes control of their marriage. 

Frank’s newfound dominance brings Jenny pleasure beyond anything she has ever known, and as the terrible guilt that has been a part of her life for so long slips away, she and Frank find more joy in their marriage than they ever thought possible. But when they leave the Institute and return home, can they keep the passion they ignited there burning hot? 

Publisher’s Note: An Extreme Marriage is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Bought and Trained. It is an erotic novel that includes extensive BDSM content, spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Read all the Saturday Spankings!

Visual inspirations analysis: critique

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

Her position is obviously important, but I really don't think it's anywhere near as important as the way "David" is sitting. I think other viewers might disagree with me, but I have to say I see a bit of uncertainty in his pose and on his face, as if he really would like to be the kind of man who owned the sort of girl arrayed before him.

You get the spanking for free, because it's Emily Tilton bringing it to you.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: critique

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

David looked. What he saw seemed flawless, but he knew that an important part of his role in the scene at his boss Gordon's house was to critique: if he couldn't find a reasonably legitimate reason why the girl needed a spanking, Gordon probably wouldn't allow David to spank her, and he wouldn't tell David to take the girl to his bedroom with him. David might be sent home that night instead of spending the weekend.

"David," Gordon had said, "go sit over there behind April and take a good look. See if you can see a good reason to give her a spanking."

And David wanted to spank her. He wanted to use the beautiful maple paddle that hung in a place of honor on the wall of the gorgeous livingroom of this elegant cliffside residence. David had dreamt for months of being invited to Gordon's vacation home, and of getting to see whether the strange, arousing rumors were true.

Gordon, they said, was a master. Gordon had several submissive girls at the vacation home, and if you should be judged worthy of an invitation, you might well be allowed to take one of them to your room. If you did secure an invitation, you must be very careful to demonstrate your own qualifications as a dominant: never turn down an opportunity to inflict punishment--the girls loved it, and Gordon enjoyed watching.

But be smart about it: show Gordon that you knew what you were doing, and could play the game almost as well as he did.

David cleared his throat. "She seems very submissive, Gordon, but. . ."

Gordon smiled from across the room.

"I'm afraid she's getting me too hard for her own good."

Gordon laughed. "Go get the paddle," he said. "I think you probably know how to use it."

(Photo via boengiu iuliana of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)

When DD and D/s collide #DungeonCrawl

In my forthcoming book, An Extreme Marriage, I imagine domestic discipline as practiced the way I could imagine myself practicing it--as BDSM play.

The tension in the book comes from a married couple who have never shared their BDSM fantasies trying to find a way to live them, from the ground up--thank goodness they have people like the Institute's Miss Abigail to help!

"For your disobedience just now, you earned an even greater humiliation than the subtle feeling of your bare bottom on the vinyl of the chair." Abigail took the hem of Jenny's nightgown and uncovered her completely, rolling the nightgown up until it was wreathed around her chest above her breasts. "Present your cunt, Jenny. I need to make sure you shaved it properly." 

"Oh, God. . ." she had never heard the word spoken aloud. Never. Not in the movies, not on the streets. The people--the men, only the men--in the books said it sometimes, but she skipped those parts, mostly. 

"I'm sure you can figure out how to do that Jenny. Let me also tell you that the video feed from this room has a lovely view of your bare backside, and in particular of your shaved cunt and your pretty pink anus." 

"Oh my God. Oh my God." 

"You, Jenny Fenton, are getting wet at that thought. I can see it, and your husband, watching the feed, can see it, too." 

"Oh, God. . . no. . . no, I'm not! I'm not!" 

"You have got to stop lying, Jenny Fenton," Abigail said. "You have done your husband, and more importantly yourself, a terrible disservice for much too long." 

"No!" Jenny wailed. "No!" 

"Your little cunt is clenching, Jenny," Abigail said softly. "We can see it. Now do as I've asked, and as your husband wishes. Present it to me, and to him."

Buy it here! Here's the blurb!

When Frank catches Jenny, his prim and proper wife, masturbating while reading about the Institute—a place where husbands learn to spank their naughty wives and thoroughly ravish them in the bedroom—he realizes that something needs to change. The Institute’s training costs a fortune, but he is willing to bet it will be more than worth the price. 

Jenny and Frank enter “Extreme Marriage” training at the Institute, but although Jenny craves Frank’s dominance on a very deep level, her bashful ways reveal a sexual guilt taught to her long ago which will require great patience and care to overcome. It takes all of Frank’s willpower to restrain his raging desires as he follows the Institute’s plan and takes control of their marriage. 

Frank’s newfound dominance brings Jenny pleasure beyond anything she has ever known, and as the terrible guilt that has been a part of her life for so long slips away, she and Frank find more joy in their marriage than they ever thought possible. But when they leave the Institute and return home, can they keep the passion they ignited there burning hot? 

Publisher’s Note: An Extreme Marriage is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Bought and Trained. It is an erotic novel that includes extensive BDSM content, spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Back again to you know where #Taboo2sday

In An Extreme Marriage, as in practically all my erotica, there's a very special place for a very special place.

Here's the moment when Jenny, my heroine, realizes that the program her husband is considering signing up for involves that place.

"Oh my God," Jenny whispered, and, feeling like she was not in control of her actions, she turned the page of the pamphlet, hardly daring to think about what she might find. What she did find made her whimper as she worked her fingers deeper and deeper between her legs, and even did the terribly naughty thing that she only let herself do very rarely, and touched her bottomhole with her middle finger. The picture on the next page of the pamphlet was of an act Jenny had not even admitted to herself when masturbating could be real. She would read about it, of course, in her wicked books, but Jenny had never let herself imagine it might happen in the real world. 

The pretty young wife was lying over the arm of a big chair in what looked like an elegant living room, and her husband, now naked himself, was standing behind her. She had reached behind herself, surely because he had told her she must, and was holding her bottom cheeks apart, grasping them, still red from her spanking, in her little fingers. Her husband had half of his massive manhood inside his pretty young wife's tiny pink bottomhole, and he was gazing down rapturously at the sight. 

"Oh my God," Jenny said again, and felt herself coming hard – harder than she thought she had ever come, so hard that she cried out in a way she only did when she was faking an orgasm for Frank.

Buy it here! Here's the blurb!

When Frank catches Jenny, his prim and proper wife, masturbating while reading about the Institute—a place where husbands learn to spank their naughty wives and thoroughly ravish them in the bedroom—he realizes that something needs to change. The Institute’s training costs a fortune, but he is willing to bet it will be more than worth the price. 

Jenny and Frank enter “Extreme Marriage” training at the Institute, but although Jenny craves Frank’s dominance on a very deep level, her bashful ways reveal a sexual guilt taught to her long ago which will require great patience and care to overcome. It takes all of Frank’s willpower to restrain his raging desires as he follows the Institute’s plan and takes control of their marriage. 

Frank’s newfound dominance brings Jenny pleasure beyond anything she has ever known, and as the terrible guilt that has been a part of her life for so long slips away, she and Frank find more joy in their marriage than they ever thought possible. But when they leave the Institute and return home, can they keep the passion they ignited there burning hot? 

Publisher’s Note: An Extreme Marriage is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Bought and Trained. It is an erotic novel that includes extensive BDSM content, spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

More wonderful, taboo delights below!

Marketing materials for the Extreme Marriage program

Not gonna lie. Coming up with the "Husband's Pamphlet" and the "Wife's Pamphlet" for the Institute's "Extreme Marriage" program was some of the best fun I've had writing erotica.

Also, they were the second step in the development of this book--I think I'll reveal the first step once the book is released, which should be on Saturday. I'll tease you, though, and say that I owe huge tip of the hat to Claire Colinsgrove, who gave me the idea in a lightning-bolt of heat.

Anyway, here's a taste of the Husband's Pamphlet. For continuity, I give the last few sentences from last Monday's sneak-peek.

Many men enter into marriage without acknowledging their dominant desires to their brides, or even to themselves. You know who you are. 

Did Frank ever. 

Most of those men end up living frustrated lives with partners who are not well suited to them. 

But we at the Institute think there's a glimmer of hope at least for a lucky few. We have learned, through our long experience in training submissive women, that there are a few signs that may indicate that a wife, despite appearances and even despite her own words to the contrary, yearns to submit to her husband, and to please him, submissively, in every way a woman can please a man. 

Hopefully, you are reading this brochure because we sent it to you--and we only send it to husbands whose wives, at a first assessment of the dynamics of the marriage, are excellent candidates for what we call Extreme Marriage training. 

If accepted into the program, you and your wife will have an extended stay with us, here at the Institute, located in a secure and private place. 

Your wife will have lessons in household chores (among other things, you will take home a gourmet chef!), and, with your participation, we will also train her to please you in your bedroom, to your specifications. At the same time, you will be taking part in the planning of your wife's program, and learning your responsibilities as her "extreme husband." Our program depends on each of you understanding the other's needs and desires in a way you may never have contemplated. 

Do you long to have your wife on her knees in front of your easy chair, sucking your hard cock for hours? The woman you bring home will be one of the most accomplished cocksuckers on the planet, and she'll beg to have your hardness filling her mouth, because she knows how much pleasure she can give you that way. 

Is anal sex something you have always wanted from your wife, but she has refused you? Rest assured that if your wife is accepted into our training program, you will be giving it to her in the ass every night, should you so choose, because in our program she will come to terms with her yearning to please you that way. She will be taught how to get her ass ready for you, and how to present it attractively, so that you have the anal experience you deserve. 

Your wife will also be spanked regularly, both for any faults she commits in the course of her training and to put her into a properly submissive frame of mind. We will teach you, as well, how to spank her the same way we do, so that by the time you and your wife depart you will be able to satisfy her submissive desires, and to punish her when necessary.

And then come the pictures. . . lovingly described, of course. Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, literally.

Buy it here! Here's the blurb!

When Frank catches Jenny, his prim and proper wife, masturbating while reading about the Institute—a place where husbands learn to spank their naughty wives and thoroughly ravish them in the bedroom—he realizes that something needs to change. The Institute’s training costs a fortune, but he is willing to bet it will be more than worth the price. 

Jenny and Frank enter “Extreme Marriage” training at the Institute, but although Jenny craves Frank’s dominance on a very deep level, her bashful ways reveal a sexual guilt taught to her long ago which will require great patience and care to overcome. It takes all of Frank’s willpower to restrain his raging desires as he follows the Institute’s plan and takes control of their marriage. 

Frank’s newfound dominance brings Jenny pleasure beyond anything she has ever known, and as the terrible guilt that has been a part of her life for so long slips away, she and Frank find more joy in their marriage than they ever thought possible. But when they leave the Institute and return home, can they keep the passion they ignited there burning hot? 

Publisher’s Note: An Extreme Marriage is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Bought and Trained. It is an erotic novel that includes extensive BDSM content, spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Husbands need extreme marriage training, too #SatSpanks

The wonderful Cara Bristol asked, in a comment on the post that introduced the premise of my forthcoming book An Extreme Marriage, whether the husbands who enroll their wives for "Extreme Marriage" training also receive training themselves. The answer is emphatically "Yes," and in fact much of the tension in the book comes from my hero Frank's need to understand how much he has to learn if he is going to become the dominant husband his wife Jenny needs.

In this passage, Jenny has just asked the program's director, Hayden, what will happen if she refuses to take the next step in the program (she has already consented to enroll, if Frank decides that's best, but now she's been asked to formalize that consent). 

"You'll go over the spanking stool there in the corner." Hayden pointed, and watched Jenny's eyes go for the first time to what had probably seemed to her an innocent little stool. "I'll help restrain you if that's necessary. Your husband will spank you, here, in front of me, until you're ready to proceed as he has decided you should. So, as I said before, the only decision you have at this moment is whether you're going to have to be spanked before you make the promises on the card." 

At that, she looked down. 

Before she could begin to read, Hayden added, "In case you're in any doubt, Jenny, the spanking you would receive would be a true punishment. We know how to give those here, and we're going to teach your husband to give them, too."

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Visual spanking stories analysis: jeans down

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

I think the reason I decided to experiment with telling the story in dialogue alone, beyond it simply being a fun stylistic exercise, is that the picture suggests so strongly to a spanko like me the command to pull the jeans down to where they are on "Janine's" thighs. I don't know if my spankophilia blinds me to other possibilities, but I can't think of a reason her jeans would be there while she lies on her front other than that someone has told her to pull them down for a spanking.

The hotness of jeans and position is of course beautifully complemented by the hotness of the panties: certain times, and certain pairs of panties, are better served by having a girl leave them on during her punishment, don't you think?

Together those factors mean that when I look at this picture I hear a domestic discipline scene in my head, one that demonstrates again to me that the hottest part of a spanking comes from the interaction of the minds of the spanker and the spanked.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: jeans down

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

"Take your jeans down, and lie on your front, on the bed."

"But I wasn't speeding!"

"I don't want to hear any more denials, Janine. You should have told me about the ticket, even if you weren't speeding. You've got a whipping coming, and the more you try to get out of it, the longer it's going to last."

"Not on the bare, please, Mike! Please!"

"Don't make it worse for your backside, Janine. Take down those jeans right now. If you're wearing one of those skimpy pairs of panties, you may leave them on, but that bottom has got to be bare in the next ten seconds, or the panties are coming down, too--no matter how skimpy they are."

"Oh, God. I'm sorry Mike, but please don't whip me!"

"Janine, you knew the consequences in this house, and you didn't tell me about the ticket. I need to know that I'm not going to get blindsided by this stuff, so I have to punish you. Get those jeans down right now, or so help me I'm going to make you strip off all your clothes and have you touch your toes in front of me before I take my belt to your backside."

(Photo via Tony T of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)

Learning that there's a name for you #DungeonCrawl

In the forthcoming An Extreme Marriage my heroine Jenny Fenton has never considered that she might be different from many other people, when it comes to her desires.

Charlotte smiled, a little sadly, as if in sorrow for all the pain she could hear in Jenny's voice. "You wouldn't be here if they thought you were frigid. They're the experts--and I'm not sure what frigid really means, but I do know that the girls I know in the main house who can't talk about sex are definitely not frigid. They just need--really, really need--deep down--for a man to make them do the things that give them pleasure. They need to be dominated." 

"Oh my God," Jenny whispered. "That's just like me. Oh my God." 

"That's why you're here," Charlotte said. "You're really lucky that your husband wants it, too, and that he can afford to send you here." 

"Oh my God," Jenny said, unable to stop repeating it. "I mean, I was doing it because. . . because. . . well I guess it was because I knew that, really. . . but I told myself I made those promises--did you make the promises?" 

"Yes," Charlotte said. "I'm here because my owner wants to marry me." 

"What?! Your what?" 

"Well, that's an exaggeration, I guess. He wants me to have the training, because he thinks he might want to marry me." 

"You didn't answer my question! Did you actually just say your owner?" 

Charlotte laughed. "Yes, I did. It's not like slavery, except that when I'm being honest I have to say that I would be happy to be called his slave." 

Jenny shook her head in confusion. Charlotte took Jenny's hands gently in hers. "Think about it this way," she said. "Take all that stuff that you can't talk about and won't even  let yourself think about. Just for a second, completely hypothetically, follow all that stuff to its natural conclusion. That's where I am. That's who I am." 

"What is it?" Jenny whispered. 

"I’m a submissive. And no one can seem to agree on a single name for what it all is, but most people seem to think that BDSM is the best way to refer to all of it." 

"Oh, no. . . no. . . that's. . . I mean. . . I. . . I read books about. . . schoolgirls getting, you know. . . caned and stuff. That's not like whips and chains and leather. I'm not like those people--and neither are you, right? I mean, we're wearing nightgowns and. . . I'm married, and I love my husband." 

Charlotte giggled. "I'm sorry," she said. "I really don't mean to laugh at you, but I can't help it--you should have seen what my owner made me wear when he came to visit last week."

The book should be out very soon!

Keep crawling!

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The same-sex fantasy she never let herself think about #Taboo2sday

In my next book, An Extreme Marriage, the heroine has same-sex fantasies that have always seemed so taboo she could never even think about them.

Jenny exhaled, feeling her body shake with the effort of trying to say what she wanted to say. "So, I just remembered this thing that happened when I was eighteen, and I'd come home from college for the weekend. I must have. . . repressed it, or something. My mother had found my spanking book, and. . . and she burned it, and she gave me the ashes." 

Charlotte's right hand had flown to her mouth. "Oh my God, Jenny. . . oh, I'm so sorry. That's terrible." 

Jenny, to her surprise, because she'd managed to keep the tears back for quite a while, completely lost it when Charlotte expressed sympathy. She started to sob, and Charlotte went to sit next to her, and put her arm around her shoulders. Jenny thought about one of those scenes in Rosewood Academy, with the roommates--one she only ever read very quickly, and told herself she would never read again, but then seemed to read again--quickly, but maybe a little more slowly than the time before--the next time she took the book out.

The book should be out next week! 

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Introducing An Extreme Marriage

My next book represents another foray into the relationship between what usually goes by the name "Domestic Discipline" and BDSM. As you know if you've read books of mine like EXPLORATIONS and Geoffrey's Rules, for me DD and BDSM are fundamentally related: in my opinion there's simply no doubt that DD is a form of BDSM. I know that there are a lot of DD practitioners who disagree very strongly. They probably shouldn't read An Extreme Marriage. This excerpt should give some idea why:

It began when Frank, frustrated beyond words that Jenny had once again incinerated dinner, lost in her private world as she practiced Chopin, had searched the 'net, on a whim, for the phrase "wife sabotages marriage." 

Buried deep in the search results was a note on an online bulletin board--actually on several bulletin boards, always the same note: 

Is your wife unconsciously sabotaging your marriage? Does she "forget" to do the simple things that would make everything run smoothly? She may have submissive desires she can't tell you about. Our "Extreme Marriage" wife-training program may be able to help. Open the door to a world of marital harmony--and marital sex--you never imagined. 

He had mailed the address given, and the Institute had mailed him back a preliminary questionnaire, and a release for an extensive financial check. The questions on the questionnaire all seemed very innocuous--they were all about his and Jenny's background and interests. It had been easy enough, and the Institute hadn't asked him for any really personal information, so he had played along. 

The Institute had sent him the husband's package at that point. Along with the full version of the application questionnaire, with long sections to be filled out by Jenny, as well as some to be filled out by both of them together, and a very clear schedule of exactly how much the program cost (a staggering amount), there were two pamphlets, one for husbands and one for wives, that Frank found he could not stop reading. As he read, to his slight embarrassment, he found that he always got hard, and would usually have to jerk off while he read the final paragraphs. 

The husband's pamphlet started innocently enough. 

Many men enter into marriage without acknowledging their dominant desires to their brides, or even to themselves. You know who you are. 

Did Frank ever.

There's only one place to get an accurate temperature #SatSpanks

So, yes, I suppose from an objective point of view, having a thing about rectal temperature-taking is a little weird. But maybe you have one too.

“There’s only one place on the human body that gives a really accurate temperature reading,” Levi said, taking the thermometer out of his bag. “That’s why you’re on your stomach.”

“Oh, no,” Kendra said, “no, no, no.” She tried to flip onto her back, but Levi held her down with the hand holding the thermometer and spanked her sharply with his right hand. Kendra couldn’t believe that he would actually make her accept the thermometer in her bottom. She struggled, but Levi kept spanking, and on her already sore bottom from the spanking at Chloe’s apartment, it felt like a blazing fire after only a few spanks. Oh, God, she thought. He really is going to put it in there.

Here's the blurb--buy it here!

When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison. 

Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences. 

Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom. 

As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?

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Visual spanking stories analysis: waiting on fur

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

The fur.

Is there anything else that feels like real fur, on our erogenous zones?

The fur causes the hands on the thighs, and the hands on the thighs cause the aroused, ashamed look down and to the side.

And all in a bare room that suggests submission so perfectly.

I tried in the story to suggest why the bare room works so very well, with the idea of the mystery Pavel maintains around Anya's sessions with him. The dominant partner makes the space, and furnishes the space: to fail to furnish the space says to the submissive partner, "I choose to make you think of nothing but my hands, and my cock."

The rules Pavel makes constitute the true space, for which the room is only a metaphor: the space inside their minds, within which Anya can feel that she is real because Pavel takes pleasure in her. By leaving Anya guessing about rules, he gives her the opportunity to feel anew, every time, the depth of his pleasure in her: a pleasure so great that he creates a new space--a new world--for it, and for her, and for them, every time.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: waiting on fur

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

Anya took comfort in the softness of the fur Pavel had put on the window sill. She did not know, of course, whether she would be punished for sitting on it, if he came in and found her there: not knowing the rules made a large part of their sessions together. That could frustrate Anya, but Pavel would look her in the eyes and say, "You like the mystery," and Anya could not help nodding, every time.

She did like the mystery. When Pavel called her cellphone, as he had that morning, and told her where she must go that day, and what she must wear, but never anything else, Anya always felt the warm tingle between her thighs that meant that she did not just like the mystery: she loved it, and craved it.

The more she thought about it, the more she became convinced that sitting on this lovely fur was going to get her spanked. Pavel was probably watching her right now, through a peephole: he almost always did, at the start of a session. Anya put her hands down between her thighs, self-consciously, as if to ward off the wonderful, erotic sensation of that heavenly fur, tickling her and even invading, a little bit, the lace of the panties Pavel had told her to wear.

She knew one rule she was definitely in danger of violating, because of the fur: whatever other laws Pavel laid down, one thing was always forbidden Anya: touching herself. As she felt her hands on her bare thighs, and the fur against her bottom and her loins, Anya wondered whether Pavel's rule might really be that she must sit on the fur, to experience exactly this lovely torment, this terrible temptation.

As she imagined what he would do, if he saw her playing with herself, touching her bare cleft through the black lace, it became harder not to do it. She saw him entering, in his conservative, well-tailored suit, his dark eyes flashing. She heard him telling her to get up, saw him taking the fur and putting it over the bench that stood in the middle of the bare room, heard him telling her to lie down on it, on her belly. She saw him taking off his belt.

She could not help it: Anya closed her eyes, and moved her right hand from her bare thigh to the lace that covered her burning sex.

The phone rang.

(Photo via Sir Dušan Gabrielson of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)

Medical play as BDSM #RTKDungeonCrawl

Well, whether or not you happen to think medical play is BDSM, my hero Dr. Levi Hunter definitely does.

Behind him, Kendra wailed, “Levi, I’m so sorry. I love you. May I please go to the toilet?” 

Levi turned around. Kendra was looking up at him from where she lay tied over the bench, with a very contrite expression on her face. 

“Not yet,” he said. “That’s my decision to make, sweetheart.” Deliberately, he turned back to the tub, and stirred the water to raise bubbles. He heard Kendra give a little sob of shame and discomfort behind him. “Please?” she wailed.

“No,” he said. “Not yet.” He stirred the water for a little while longer, then turned and rose, and went to untie his beautiful girl. There were beautiful shibari rope-marks on her wrists and on her ankles when he had unwound the rope, and he rubbed them to help ease the sensation for her. Really, he hoped they would have a lot of fun with this kind of bondage in times to come, but this was her first time, and even though it was a punishment, he wanted to be sure she didn’t fear being tied up.

Here's the blurb--buy it here!

When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison. 

Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences. 

Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom. 

As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?

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Medical play as taboo #Taboo2sday

I didn't get to respond last week to Joelle Casteel's really interesting comment about medical being a hard limit for her. I find that really fascinating in light of how wide a range of kink Joelle enjoys otherwise. Partly because I'm proud of this book and partly to see what she thinks of it, I'm going back to medical for this week's snippet, but this time a less trigger-y section--which I think may still push certain taboo buttons around power-relations in our culture.

“Did you just come, you naughty girl?” Levi said, pulling his face back from her pussy. 

Kendra blushed and giggled into the pillow. “Yes?” she said. “Sorry. You just… know how to take care of me, Doctor.” She turned her face back over her shoulder, trying to get a look at him. “But… could you take care of me another way, maybe? I’m, um, on birth control.” 

“Roll over,” Levi said.

Here's the blurb--buy it here!

When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison. 

Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences. 

Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom. 

As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?

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The sweeter side of Tilton: Her Doctor's Orders

One of the directions in which I've developed over the past year, as I started to write books outside my original comfort zone of, well, all anal all the time, is towards romance. Every one of my Emilies is a romantic, from Victorian to fantasy- to "real" to actual (if you're keeping score, "actual Emily" is the one who isn't actually a human rights lawyer and may not even really be named Emily). As girls (maybe even under-18 girls! Shhh!), when we weren't reading salacious things we found secreted in other people's drawers (the kind that slide open and closed, though often we wished we could search the other kind, too), we were reading Fitzgerald and Austen and, okay, a lot of sappy fantasy-novels with heroines who could wield a sword (or a dragon) but also knew the value of a sexy young wizard/knight/dragon-rider to guide them.

Anyway, the reason I didn't start out writing erotic romance and/or romantic erotica wasn't that I don't love it--it was that I was nearly positive I could write erotica, having done it in private for so long, but I didn't think I could compete with big girls like Renee Rose and Stevie MacFarlane. Also, frankly, erotica is easier for me because it feels like my libido acts as an unerring compass through the wilderness of a story, whereas my sense of romantic psychology is less secure.

So I'm incredibly proud of Her Doctor's Orders. I had a great deal of help from my editor, but I hope I can say that that help wasn't wasted either in the short-run or in the long-: I learned a lot, and I hope to show my sweeter side more and more as time goes on. Here's a sample:

Kendra mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like “fucking doctors…” but that wasn’t quite intelligible as he began to tilt the water so that a bit of it entered her mouth. 

She held the water in her mouth as though it was a foreign substance and stared up at him, her eyes mutinous, as he continued to hold her in a sitting position. 

“Swallow,” he instructed, a little surprised when she immediately did so. “Good girl.” 

He held the glass as he coaxed her to drink nearly all the water, but just as soon as he put the glass down onto the bedside table, she gave him the smile of someone who is about to be sick, and he grabbed the wastebasket just in time. 

As he held her hair back for her, he realized that although he was thirty, he had never actually rendered this iconic service for a vomiting girl before. Levi drank from time to time—wine, mostly, though he did enjoy Scotch and the occasional beer—but even in college he had never liked feeling out of control, and so hadn’t wound up in the kind of situation that led to such hair-holding. 

Kendra seemed to be sobering up a bit in the midst of being sick, because she began to say, in an oddly appealing way, “I’m so sorry,” between heaves. 

After a while, it seemed Kendra had pumped her stomach fairly effectively, and he wiped her mouth and lay her back down on her side while he fetched another glass of water. He made her drink that one too, and it seemed like she would hold it down. 

Her crying had stopped when she came through the door, but her eyes were red and her cheeks streaked with mascara. Still, when she gave him a shy smile and said, a little more clearly, “Thanks,” Levi thought, “Dangerous.” 

“Time to get some sleep,” he said. 

“Okay,” Kendra said, and lay down with her back to him. Then she turned back toward Levi and said, “I’m so sorry, Doctor. I really… I mean, you didn’t have to.” 

“I kind of did,” Levi said softly, “but you’re welcome, and it’s okay.” 

“Okay,” Kendra said, and turned back again toward the far wall. But a moment later she rolled back onto her other side and said, “I really am sorry.” The apologetic gratitude in her eyes, now less clouded by drunkenness, seemed even more charming now. 

“It’s okay,” Levi said, laughing softly. “Get some sleep.” 

“Okay,” said Kendra, and she turned obediently back to the wall. Her tanned shoulders began to rise and fall in a more gentle rhythm. 

Levi sat in a chair by the bed and watched Kendra until she was sleeping soundly enough that the danger of turning on her back had passed. As he watched, he made a mental plan for dealing with her truck and starting to get her pointed in the right direction, emotionally. When he finally fell into his own bed, he drifted off hoping that he could find a way to keep his promise about everything turning out okay.

 Here's the blurb--buy it here!

When her mother injures several people while driving drunk, eighteen-year-old Kendra Jackson rushes to the hospital. In the emergency room, Dr. Levi Hunter promises her that everything is going to be okay, but she cannot imagine how the handsome medic’s words could possibly be true, especially once her mother is sent to prison. 

Something about Kendra touches Levi, and try as he might, he cannot get her out of his head. Three years later, after another alcohol-induced crash—this time with Kendra behind the wheel—Levi pays her bail and brings her to his house to sober up. After examining her thoroughly—despite her protests and blushes—to make sure she’s not seriously injured, he offers to let her stay with him while she gets her life back on track. He warns her, though, that living under his roof means living with his rules… and breaking those rules will have consequences. 

Despite her shock at his promise to discipline her when her behavior warrants it, Kendra agrees to his conditions. She soon discovers that Levi is a man of his word, and when bad habits start to creep back into her new life, he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly. When she continues to test his resolve, Levi shows Kendra that a punishment from a firm-handed doctor can leave a naughty girl’s face even redder than her well-spanked bottom. 

As their relationship blossoms into a passionate romance, Kendra is comforted by the fact that Levi’s discipline and love is something she can count on, and she begins to realize that no matter how many bad decisions she makes, he has no intention of ever giving up on her. But Kendra’s painful past still haunts her, and she cannot help but fear that what she has with Levi cannot last. Can she bring herself to obey her doctor’s orders and embrace her new life at his side?

And a little bonus, for those die-hard fans who have read to the end of this post and might even be concerned that I'm losing my edge: over the weekend I decided that fantasy-Emily is going to get an email from a cousin she didn't know she had, named Emily Redbottom. Emily R isn't as cerebral as f-Emily, but the erotica she writes is just as hot--if not hotter. F-Emily is going to help her edit it, and guide her through the self-publication process. Look for The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls by Emily Redbottom some time this summer!