Breaking Abigail is out now!

This is my what Emily is up to for 21 July, I guess. Here's the blurb for Breaking Abigail, which you can purchase here!

As eighteen-year-old Abigail Podret pleasures herself in her family’s summer-house, she cries out the name of Mark LeMarchand, the man she secretly loves. She has no idea that he stands steps away, ready to do what she most desires: strip her naked, spank her hard, and take her even harder. But as a result of her stern upbringing, Abigail finds herself unable to give herself to Mark no matter how badly she longs for it. 

Mark is determined to help Abigail, and with the assistance of wealthy friends he creates the Institute, a place where women agree to have their memory of consent suppressed by hypnosis in order to free them to enjoy their submission fully. When Mark tells Abigail about the Institute, she realizes it may be her only chance at real happiness. 

After agreeing to the program, Abigail wakes up at the Institute and meets Master Ian, under whose firm hand she will be taught to please a man in any way he requires. Absolute obedience is expected of her and anything less will result in punishments as shameful as they are effective. But when Abigail inadvertently discovers the truth about The Institute, will she decide to finish her training or will she leave and rush into Mark’s waiting arms? 

Publisher’s Note: Breaking Abigail is a stand-alone story set in the world of Bought and Trained and An Extreme Marriage, but prior to the events of those books. 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.

Other things (so many!):

• A box set of The Adventures of Little Caroline is coming.
• The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls will be out at the beginning of August.
• At Leo's Command, the next Institute book, is in the pipeline.
• Father Charles Takes a Wife, the spiritual sequel to Sarah's Tutorial is coming at the end of August.
• I'm working on a three-daddy menage book, and it's so much fun!

The origin of the Institute: Breaking Abigail

I'm incredibly excited about this next release. I'm just going to let the beginning speak for itself. Breaking Abigail is out now.

Eighteen-year-old Abigail Podret knew she was in trouble when her mother walked in on her lying on her bed, in her bedroom, with Jon Southey's hand down her jeans. She just didn't know how bad the trouble was going to be. 

Abigail was eighteen, as was Jon. It was the spring of her senior year in high school--she was back home for the March spring break of the boarding schools, and Jon was too, from his own, different school--, and she felt that even though she didn't really get why sex was supposed to be something you wanted to do, it was time for her at least so see if she could bear to do it. If you wanted to do the things that really interested you--for Abigail, that was computer programming, but not boring computer programming--you did sex, and found a rich husband who wasn't too much of an asshole. Or so it seemed to her, though she knew that her parents disagreed about how she should go about finding the husband. 

The fact that her parents had told her that good girls weren't easy, without telling her what "easy" meant but implying strongly that it meant not letting Jon Southey put his hand in your panties didn't give her very much pause, because Abigail had a rebellious streak. She didn't think she would like sex, as it had been explained to her in health class, but she certainly didn't care that her mother wanted Abigail to keep her modesty until she was safely married. 

Abigail was not averse to sex, she thought, because that would be stupid, and Abigail Podret wasn't stupid. The human race needed to propagate, didn't it? She had to admit she was averse to Jon Southey, after enduring his fumbling caresses for half an hour or so before her mother came home unexpectedly, but she had known more or less, based on health class and on what her friends said, that Jon Southey's hand down her jeans, inside her panties, touching her pussy (Abigail had resolved to use the dirty words, because why shouldn't you?) was what sex had to be like, so why not get it over with? And Jon Southey was cute, according to Abigail's friends. His picture, snatched by her roommate Wendy from the letter Jon had sent in February, more or less proposing that they have sex over March vacation, had pleased the entire floor. 

What Abigail was averse to, more than anything else, was telling anybody, ever, what she thought about when she played with herself before falling asleep every night. Which wasn't sex--but one could easily become very confused about that, Abigail realized, since playing with yourself involved the part of the body you also used for sex, apparently, and the pleasure-centers you used to play with yourself also served to make sex bearable, as far as Abigail could tell. 

The confusion grew much greater, in spite of Abigail's best attempts to use her penetrating intelligence to puzzle it out and tease the strands apart, in the wake of the incident with Jon Southey. "Wait until your father gets home," was all Abigail's mother would say. That meant a spanking, but it had been a very long time since Abigail's last one. Considering the things Abigail thought about when she touched herself, a spanking for having let Jon Southey put his hand down Abigail's pants seemed likely to mix things Abigail definitely didn't want mixed.
But surely her father would simply ground her for the rest of break, right? Abigail tried to convince herself of that as she watched TV, waiting for him to come home. Unfortunately, the attempt yielded very poor results. Dan Podret was a severe man, and forbade all talk of sex, or anything the slightest bit suggestive, in his house. Abigail often wondered how she had even been conceived, given that her parents never touched one another in her presence. 

And, Abigail reflected, even being allowed to wear the jeans she had unzipped for Jon to put his hand down had required a major struggle, with much screaming and crying and finally Abigail's mother consulting the next door neighbors. When Prudence Podret told Abigail's father that the next door neighbors were astonished to hear that Abigail wasn't allowed to wear jeans--or indeed anything but skirts--Dan's social shame seemed to overcome his familial shame, and he said that Abigail could buy one pair of jeans, to be worn only at home, on Saturdays and on weekdays during vacation. 

But Abigail was eighteen, now. Surely her father would recognize the impropriety of spanking her. Or at least of spanking her bare bottom. 

But Dan Podret saw nothing improper in it, it turned out. 

"Abigail," he said, after a very awkward dinner, "come to my study after you do the dishes."
Abigail swallowed, and said, "Yes, sir." 

When Abigail had taken her familiar place on the carpet in the middle of the room, her father turned his desk chair to face her. His face was set in a quiet fury that made Abigail's heart beat fast with fear. 

"Abigail, I have no wish to go into the details of what your mother saw, and I suppose you will not be foolish enough to deny it." 

Abigail found that she had begun to cry in terror. She shook her head, watching the tears fall to the carpet. She definitely felt foolish. She was eighteen. She could leave and never come back. But if she wanted a real life, she would need her parents' support: there was nothing to be done about it. 

"Answer me, Abigail. Are you foolish enough to deny that you were found with a boy's hand in your pants?" 

"No, sir," Abigail choked out. 

"That's something, at least," her father said, though without the slightest softening of his tone. 

"Abigail, I wonder if you know what people call girls who let boys do that kind of thing." 

Oh my God, Abigail thought. It's the 1980's now. Why do my parents have to be stuck in the '50's? 

"No?" Dan Podret said. "They call them 'easy', Abigail. No daughter of mine is going to be called 'easy', if I can possibly help it. Get yourself over the arm of the sofa, and bare your backside." 

"Sir, no, please. . ." 

"If I have to ask you again, Abigail, you'll be very sorry you didn't obey me. I can whip you until you can't sit down for a week, if you need me to. Do you need me to do that, Abigail?" 

Abigail shook like a leaf. "No, sir," she whispered. 

"Then obey me this instant." 

Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!

As eighteen-year-old Abigail Podret pleasures herself in her family’s summer-house, she cries out the name of Mark LeMarchand, the man she secretly loves. She has no idea that he stands steps away, ready to do what she most desires: strip her naked, spank her hard, and take her even harder. But as a result of her stern upbringing, Abigail finds herself unable to give herself to Mark no matter how badly she longs for it. 

Mark is determined to help Abigail, and with the assistance of wealthy friends he creates the Institute, a place where women agree to have their memory of consent suppressed by hypnosis in order to free them to enjoy their submission fully. When Mark tells Abigail about the Institute, she realizes it may be her only chance at real happiness. 

After agreeing to the program, Abigail wakes up at the Institute and meets Master Ian, under whose firm hand she will be taught to please a man in any way he requires. Absolute obedience is expected of her and anything less will result in punishments as shameful as they are effective. But when Abigail inadvertently discovers the truth about The Institute, will she decide to finish her training or will she leave and rush into Mark’s waiting arms? 

Publisher’s Note: Breaking Abigail is a stand-alone story set in the world of Bought and Trained and An Extreme Marriage, but prior to the events of those books. 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.

The last spanking #SatSpanks

So EXPLORATIONS proper is over, kind of. If you've been waiting to buy it because you thought it would never end, well, time to stop waiting! Here's a snippet from the very last spanking (that is, if you don't count "Then everyone whipped everyone else," which happens nearer to the end):

I was led back onto the stage for the next scene, and given to the four wives of the senior elder, modestly dressed, and hard at work on their sewing. I hope I made Jeremy Unger proud, licking the pussies under the table and making the wives scream. By the end I had all four sets of thighs wide open, and I was even mugging a little, showing those bare pussies off to the audience with little flourishes of my hand, and then going in with lips and tongue and making each pussy's owner scream. 

Just as in the Victorian version, as each girl came, she was pulled away by the elder, and put over a paradise-step to be beaten with the scarim, its twelvefold-lash falling over and over in chastisement as the girl wailed out her repentance for the pleasure I had given her. 

As the final one was punished, Charles entered, carrying my leash, and said, in the same thunderous tone with which he had cursed them, "Now is my curse fulfilled, for your wives are debauched, and shall prefer one another to thy authority!" 

He strode to me, and clipped the leash to my collar. "Come, whore," he said, "we shall return whence we came." 

But the Angel of Love appeared, and said, "No! Hold, sir! All this has been for the good pleasure of all! For is there a limit to the pleasure which a Son of the Prophecy has in chastising a naughty wife? In such wise, then, let there be no limit to the pleasure we all take together, now, at once! So fuck the whore before the faces of us all, to show us that Prophettown is at peace with the nations of the world!"

Horrifying, yes. But also intriguing?

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Visual spanking story analysis: apparatus

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

Another stylistic experiment in formal language and erotic content. What I find hot about spanking benches, I think, is the way they imply their ordinary use. That is, when I see a picture of a spanking bench, it takes me, in my imagination, into a world where such a thing could be set up in a family's living-room, demonstrating to a wife above all--but also to her friends and even her visiting family--that she is a spanked wife, a wife whose husband puts her regularly over that spanking bench.

Writing that world as an instruction-manual was fun and hot, maybe because, like the language of scripture, the language of the instruction-manual feels like it comes from a place of authority.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: apparatus

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

Mary, having opened the strange, large package that had arrived via parcel-post with the card from her husband that said, "Please have this ready for tonight. You overdrew the bank account again," read the instruction manual. There was some relatively simple assembly to do, but she found her eye drawn to a longer section that concerned "Recommended use of the WIFE-CORRECTOR 3000™."

It read:

The most important preparation for using the WIFE-CORRECTOR™ is to ensure that the wife understands that she is going to be punished, and why. Be certain that you tell her at least a few hours in advance, and that you tell her exactly why you are going to spank her. We do not recommend telling her what implement you will use, or how many spanks she will receive, as to do so can spoil the correctional benefit of her anticipation.

Tell your wife when she will be spanked, and that she must report to the WIFE-CORRECTOR™ at that time, or receive additional punishment. We recommend that you also specify what she is to wear. We find the most beneficial effects tend to come when a spanking is given at bedtime. If you are new to wife-correction, we recommend telling her to wear a nightgown (no panties!), and then instructing her to remove it when her spanking is to begin. Though it may seem strange at first, punishing your naked wife will soon become a pleasant duty!

Have her stand respectfully next to the WIFE-CORRECTOR™ and await you. Several users of the WIFE-CORRECTOR™ tell us that they have their wives keep the apparatus polished and free of dust: making her clean the WIFE-CORRECTOR™ while she waits to be disciplined over it is reported to have very positive effects on a wife's future conduct.

When you arrive, tell her to remove any clothing you wish removed, and to put herself over the WIFE-CORRECTOR™. It may prove helpful to make her wait on the apparatus for a period; we find that results vary.

Spank her hard, whatever implement you choose to use (implements not included). We cannot emphasize this point strongly enough: if you want good results from your WIFE-CORRECTOR™, you must be sure to make your wife understand the need to mend her ways.

Some men like to lecture their wives as they punish them; others like to let the spanking speak for itself. We feel sure your instincts will tell you what works for you!

After you are done punishing her, you may well wish to use your marital privilege to enjoy your wife's charms (fore or aft--that's up to you! [lubricant not included]). That's where the patented KNEE-SEPARATION™ technology of the WIFE-CORRECTOR™ comes in! Step right up and take what's yours, and teach that wife the best kind of lesson in a husband's authority!

(Picture via DD Machinery.)

What Emily is up to, for 16 July 2014

Now that the final book of EXPLORATIONS is available, it's going to be all Institute all the time for a bit. Breaking Abigail is about to come out, and I'm working on At Leo's Command. Here's a tease:

The first time Kristin saw the man, she saw him through a window. She hadn't meant to look, but something about the way the shapes of the two people inside the room moved, just as she glimpsed them in the cracks between the blinds, had made her body respond before her mind could register why, and she stepped forward without thinking about it. 

Kristin approached the window knowing from those moving shapes, and from the dark fantasies that never left her, in a way that went deeper than words, that there was a girl getting a spanking over a man's knee. One of the shapes looked tall, and the other looked shorter: the taller one had moved as if he were sitting down, and the shorter one had moved much more rapidly, in an angled, downward direction, as if the man had pulled her over his lap. 

Kristin didn't know whether really she wanted there to be some way to see what was going on in the living-room of the little house in suburban Richmond or not, but there was a tiny opening between the left side of the blind and the frame of the window. Not caring--not even thinking to care--whether there were anyone on the quiet street who might call the police when they saw twenty-three year old Kristin Harper, 5'6", brown hair, brown eyes, playing peeping Tom, she leaned forward. An instant later, her face burning with shame, Kristin walked away and didn't look back. 

Inside, seen through the reflection of her own eye, the man, naked, sat on a wooden chair. He was muscled like an action hero; he had brown hair and a chiselled face. A girl, with blonde hair, who had clearly been crying because of the flaming red bottom the man must have given her just a moment before, knelt in front of him, confronted by his cock. Her hands were bound behind her in leather cuffs. 

The man had clearly commanded the girl to take him in her mouth, because on her face there was the same look Kristin had imagined so many times her own might wear: frightened arousal--the look of a girl whom a man had to tell what to do, when it came to his cock, but who craved his cock, and his force, more than anything else in the world. 

And the man's cock. . . it was bigger than any other cock Kristin had ever seen, even in the porn videos she sometimes couldn't stop herself from surfing to, when the night got long and even her own darkest fantasies began to seem boring.

Bought and Trained and An Extreme Marriage, from this series of stand-alone books, are already available! 

Emily's Journey Home--now available! #Taboo2sday

It's a little surreal to think that EXPLORATIONS is now as complete as it will probably ever be. I may very well write more, but anything I wrote in that storyworld would only make it less complete, rather than more. Emily's Journey Home at least has the only ending I'll ever write for it, and (pssst!) it's a happy one.

At any rate, here's a snippet for what's going to continue to be Taboo Tuesday around here, although it's not a formal hop at the moment:

The couples event of the games of love was coming to a dramatic conclusion. 

"This is going to win it for the Auberges, if it goes smoothly," Joe was saying, "but the look on Susan's face is going to have to be perfect." 

The camera was on Chuck. "Come here and taste your ass, sweetie," he said. "Time to make me come." 

Cut to Susan, looking over her shoulder at her husband. "Reluctant" would only begin to describe the look on her face. "Oh, Chuck, . . . you know I don't like. . ." 

"I don't care what you like or don't like, girl," Chuck said. "Get over here and clean my cock, or do I need to spank you?" He gave her a hard spank on her right bottom-cheek, and then on her left, and Susan's face wore an expression of such thorough abjection that I gasped, and I felt Charles nearly come merely at the sight of it and I had to let go of his cock so he could settle down a little. 

On the broadcast, Frank said, "No doubt, really, is there?" 

"None at all," Joe replied, "especially since they're the only couple doing ass-to-mouth today."

Yeah, it's that kind of book. And you can buy it here! Remember that this month you can also get all 36 previous books--500pp of pure BDSM erotica as only real Emily and fantasy-Emily and Victorian Emily can produce it--**FREE** right here!

Here's the blurb!

The time has come at last for everyone to show his or her cards in the BDSM pseudo-religious community of Prophettown. The lascivious festival-play gets underway, with fantasy-Emily playing the Whore of the Nations, and being chastised and enjoyed accordingly. In the Victorian notebooks of her great-great-grandmother, Victorian Emily has an erotic encounter with the future Edward VII that will ennoble her even as it utterly degrades her in the dungeons of Windsor Castle.  

What will fantasy-Emily do about the vast wealth offered her by the Prophet? Will she help the women of Prophettown gain more control over their play life? Will her journey home be a happy one?  

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex among M's), FFFf, ffff, anal, spanking, exhibitionist sex athletics. 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.

Emily's Journey Home: Cover Reveal!

Yes, I chickened out of the full Lady Godiva, but I think the cover came out pretty well anyway, and at least will end EXPLORATIONS in a way consistent with the later covers, as tasteful as they are cryptic.

UPDATE: Buy Emily's Journey Home here!

Remember that you can get Books 1-36 free for jumping through some marketing hoops. Click here!

And here's a cryptic little snippet to show where we're headed as things wind up:

We sat on the couch in the living-room of the suite and kept our eyes glued to the huge monitor. 

"In the old days, this event took place serially, and occupied four hours," Joe said. "They used to hold it simultaneously with the other two contests. But thanks to the miracles of modern technology, the five judges can be absolutely assured that they have missed nothing of the five performances by the time they tally their scores. At the same time, because no scores are tallied until all the competitors have finished, we can be assured that the ill effects of serial comparison--you know, where going first is like a death-sentence for skaters and gymnasts--will have very little impact on the outcome." 

"And here they come," said Frank. 

Five couples emerged from the little field house in the center of the green. The men wore bathrobes, each of a different color: black, brown, yellow, green, and blue. The women were naked but for a band around their right wrists and left ankles of the same color as their partners' robes. The men, too, I saw now, had similar bands.

And the blurb! The book should be available by the end of the week!

The time has come at last for everyone to show his or her cards in the BDSM pseudo-religious community of Prophettown. The lascivious festival-play gets underway, with fantasy-Emily playing the Whore of the Nations, and being chastised and enjoyed accordingly. In the Victorian notebooks of her great-great-grandmother, Victorian Emily has an erotic encounter with the future Edward VII that will ennoble her even as it utterly degrades her in the dungeons of Windsor Castle.   

What will fantasy-Emily do about the vast wealth offered her by the Prophet? Will she help the women of Prophettown gain more control over their play life? Will her journey home be a happy one?  

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex among M's), FFFf, ffff, anal, spanking, exhibitionist sex athletics. 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.

A punishment bench deep below Windsor Castle #SatSpanks

UPDATE: Buy Emily's Journey Home here!

I'm in the exciting run-up to releasing the 37th and FINAL book of EXPLORATIONS, Emily's Journey Home. See this post for instructions on how to get all 36 previous books for FREE! You'll want to be ready, if the full hotness of scenes like this one interests you:

Bertie's punishment bench, set before the hearth, could well have been used by William II, or even, having been brought over from Normandy, be a relic of the earliest days of the drama in Rome or Byzantium. It was built of wood long-blackened by age, of immense thickness, and had a leather cushion upon it that was clearly much newer than the bench itself. I wondered, as the women inverted me so that my belly was lowest, and then placed me none too gently upon the bench so that I faced the fireplace, how many times the cushion had been replaced. 

The straps, too, which they bound around my wrists, waist, thighs, and ankles, seemed much newer than the dark iron chains to which they were attached, and the similar pins let into the ancient wood, to which those chains were themselves affixed. I suppose I noticed all this as a way to control my terror at these women and what they were going to do to me, for when I considered it I was truly afraid, so surprising did I find the attitude of their leader and so ill did that attitude seem to bode for me. 

"Will you look at that," said the leader, standing in front of me while the rest of her cadre, I thought, must have arrayed themselves behind me; certainly they were outside my field of vision. "Goodwoman Lash, is that what these filthy hussies call the aide-mari, now?"

Coming soon! Here's the blurb!

The time has come at last for everyone to show his or her cards in the BDSM pseudo-religious community of Prophettown. The lascivious festival-play gets underway, with fantasy-Emily playing the Whore of the Nations, and being chastised and enjoyed accordingly. In the Victorian notebooks of her great-great-grandmother, Victorian Emily has an erotic encounter with the future Edward VII that will ennoble her even as it utterly degrades her in the dungeons of Windsor Castle.  

What will fantasy-Emily do about the vast wealth offered her by the Prophet? Will she help the women of Prophettown gain more control over their play life? Will her journey home be a happy one? 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex among M's), FFFf, ffff, anal, spanking, exhibitionist sex athletics. 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 spanking stories analysis: a D/s wedding psalm

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

So I suppose I'm going to Hell. But we already knew that, didn't we?

The fascination here for me is why I find writing in such formal, biblical language so incredibly hot, when I add the naughty bits. I think anyone who's ever (gasp) masturbated to The Song of Solomon (the biblical book, not the Toni Morrison novel, though there's some wonderfull hot stuff in Morrison, too) knows what I mean, but what is it?

I think it's a cop out to point to the beauty of the language, though that definitely helps. Really I think it's my old friend shame. How shameful to take language that's supposed to teach us to be upright and pure, and turn it to such (seemingly) impure purposes! To put it another way, as I tend to say pretty frequently in my writing, the idea of "holiness" as constructed by traditional patriarchal society, may well be the largest instance of repression in the history of Western culture. For someone oriented D/s (and maybe for others? I'd love to know more about that) repression is the fundamental source of shame, and so also the fundamental source of hotness.

Oh, and the beautiful bridal lingerie? There's no better conjunction of "holiness" with sex than what a bride wears for her bridegroom to remove in order to have his way with her.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: a D/s wedding psalm

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

Last week I promised something in a scriptural vein. . . here's the way I wish Psalm 45 actually went.

Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; *
forget also thine own people, and thy father's house;

so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty: *
for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.

Heed thou him, and do his bidding *
else he shall chastise thee with a strap of leather.

The princess is all glorious within: *
her clothing is of snowy lace.

She shall be brought unto the King in raiment of needlework: *
the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.

With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: *
they shall enter into the King's palace.

The King shall spank them with his open hand: *
yea, with his firm palm shall he spank their shapely bottoms.

All the maidens shall cry out *
as they are brought unto the King that they be disciplined.

And the King shall grow hard as oak: *
Hard as a rod of iron shall he grow, that he may have his bride the princess.

Last of all shall she be brought unto him *
and placed over his strong thighs.

The King lowereth her garment of lace: *
yea, he uncovereth the pale roundnesses of her bottom.

The bride crieth out as her lord chastiseth her in righteousness *
his strap falleth like a burning brand upon her lovely backside.

The King commandeth that his bride be arrayed upon his couch, *
and her virgins place her there, upon her face.

With a rod of iron shalt thou enjoy thy royal bride, o King: *
with the hardness of thy loins shalt thou teach her thy ways.

Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, *
whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.

I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: *
therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.

(Image via www.weddingpartyapp.com.)

What Emily is up to, for 9 July 2014

I'm thinking I need to rein in the full Lady Godiva for the cover of Emily's Journey Home, the way I did for Emily's Return to Smith's. I tried to boost Monday's post on Facebook, and got it rejected for nudity. I don't think I really need to worry about adult-tagging on Amazon, since no one is going to search specifically for the 37th volume of a series, but having the book rejected completely would be a bummer. 

So I think it's back to the small, inoffensive, detail shots. In the works, though, I have real covers from a real artist for the second edition, including the massive EXPLORATIONS Omnibus that I think will appear in late Fall, clocking in at about 150,000 words. Once the three volumes of the second edition and the omnibus are out there, I'll unpublish the rest of the series, except for the free Books 1-5, and my Amazon author page will look tidy at last.

In the meanwhile, here's a tease from Emily's Journey Home's climactic description of the unique festival games of Prophettown:

The husbands took off their robes, as close-ups at waist-level gave us an intimate look at their cocks, which, almost as one, they began to rouse, for the contest ahead. Two of the wives got to their knees to help in the process, while another was made by her husband to stand in front of him while he enjoyed himself in the soft friction to be had in the valley of her bottom.  

"This is just the warm-up, folks," said Joe, "in case you're wondering. We wouldn't want a couple to have any difficulties getting started, so the wives need to get those cocks good and hard." 

Remember that you can get all of EXPLORATIONS so far FREE, by jumping through a few fun hoops. Go this post to find out how!

If you're still reading, here's your reward--or at least it seems to me, being just as narcissistic as your average writer, that it must be a reward: a run-down on all the Tilton that's in the pipeline, in probable order of appearance!

• Breaking Abigail: The origin-story of the Institute. If I said anything more it would be goofily self-congratulatory. I love the Institute, I love Abigail, and I love the man whose enduring affection for her brought the whole thing into being.
• The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls: Notionally, for fun, I'm going to claim that this one is by my cousin Emily Redbottom. It's a schoolhouse romp on a Caribbean island, in tribute to some wicked books that I have finally realized will never leave my imagination.
• Father Charles Takes a Wife: If you enjoyed the controversial Sarah's Tutorial, here's its spiritual successor. The characters of this book have different names, but from the standpoint of my imagination, they are the same characters as John and Sarah, Joe, and Maeve, and above all Father Henry. Even better (that is, if you liked Sarah's Tutorial), I don't let up on the church-spanking thing. At all.

That's definitely enough for now--next week I'll talk about my work-in-progress, an Institute book featuring Master Leo!

Nude in the royal carriage #Taboo2sday

If taboo is what you crave, EXPLORATIONS is your series! See yesterday's post for instructions on how to prepare yourself for the stunning conclusion (by getting free PDFs of all the previous books!). 

UPDATE: Buy Emily's Journey Home here!

Enjoy this snippet from Victorian-Emily's final notebook:

I do not know whether what I underwent that night was the same thing to which Henry I, that great exponent of the drama, subjected the many maidens and young wives he brought to the keep his father had built, but certainly everything I experienced seemed to breathe an air of antiquity as well-worn as the stones of the dungeon over which my bare feet passed. 

When I had removed my gown, and my petticoats, and my corset, and my chemise, and finally my drawers, and sat at last, in that carriage, with the Prince of Wales, clad in nothing but my aide-mari, which Bertie hastily told me to keep on, such garments traditionally not being regarded as detractors from, but rather as ornaments to, a girl's nakedness, Bertie told me to get out of the carriage and walk to the door I should see directly before me. He would see me later.

Here's the blurb!

The time has come at last for everyone to show his or her cards in the BDSM pseudo-religious community of Prophettown. The lascivious festival-play gets underway, with fantasy-Emily playing the Whore of the Nations, and being chastised and enjoyed accordingly. In the Victorian notebooks of her great-great-grandmother, Victorian Emily has an erotic encounter with the future Edward VII that will ennoble her even as it utterly degrades her in the dungeons of Windsor Castle. 

What will fantasy-Emily do about the vast wealth offered her by the Prophet? Will she help the women of Prophettown gain more control over their play life? Will her journey home be a happy one? 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex among M's), FFFf, ffff, anal, spanking, exhibitionist sex athletics. 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.

More wonderful, taboo delights below!

Emily's Journey Home is coming! With books for you, gratis!

UPDATE: Buy Emily's Journey Home here!

As I intimated last week, the next thing I'm going to release will be the LAST book of EXPLORATIONS, Emily's Journey Home. In honor of the end, I'm going to use the whole of Lady Godiva from Collier's painting, shown here. I also think I'll do a conventional blurb, like so:

The time has come at last for everyone to show his or her cards in the BDSM pseudo-religious community of Prophettown. The lascivious festival-play gets underway, with fantasy-Emily playing the Whore of the Nations, and being chastised and enjoyed accordingly. In the Victorian notebooks of her great-great-grandmother, Victorian Emily has an erotic encounter with the future Edward VII that will ennoble her even as it utterly degrades her in the dungeons of Windsor Castle. 

What will fantasy-Emily do about the vast wealth offered her by the Prophet? Will she help the women of Prophettown gain more control over their play life? Will her journey home be a happy one?

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex among M's), FFFf, ffff, anal, spanking, exhibitionist sex athletics. 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.

As if there were any doubt about the happiness of the journey home.

Much more importantly, though, I recognize how very hard a time a new reader of EXPLORATIONS might have getting up to speed. Therefore, for the next month, I'm going to be helping with that, by giving away PDFs of the previous books and collections according to several fun protocols. Do one, do a few, or, if you want to be completely ready for the release of Emily's Journey Home, do them all and earn the big bonus at the end!

1. To receive a PDF of the first sixteen books of EXPLORATIONS (a $5.99 value!), sign up for my no-more-than-once-a-week mailing list by mailing me at etilton7981 AT the mail service provided by Google dot you-know-what.
2. To receive a PDF of Books 17-20, +1 this post on Google Plus, and share it with something nice about my work.
3. To receive a PDF of Books 21-24, like my page on Facebook, and let me know you did (or that you previously have!)
4. To receive a PDF of Books 25-28, like my author page on Amazon.com, and let me know you did, and what number you were to like it.
5. To receive a PDF of Books 29-32, tweet something nice about EXLORATIONS, with an @ to me.
6. To receive PDFs of books 33-36 (the big bonus!) do all the above, plus write at least one review for a previous book or collection from EXPLORATIONS, anywhere you like.

I can't imagine that I'm going to be inundated with people who are so into this strange book/series/thing that they'll do the things above. I suppose that, just in case, though, I should ask you to be patient, should you decide to undertake this mission.

As always, whether you decide to play or not, thanks for your interest in my work!

Crossing the spanking threshold #SatSpanks

Frank and Jenny, my hero and heroine in An Extreme Marriage, haven't really ever been able to communicate very well--especially when it comes to sex, and spanking. At the beginning of the book, though, that begins to change. . .

“If the Institute will have you, I am going to enroll you in this program. The evidence of my senses tells me that the Institute knows what they’re doing—it looks to me like they understand exactly why you have been unhappy, and why our marriage doesn’t seem to be working. Maybe it’s grasping at straws, but I never even imagined that you might masturbate while you looked at that pamphlet—and I know you’re claiming you didn’t, but I know what I saw and heard. This is going to happen, and if you say one word of protest, you are going to have your first spanking right here and right now.” 

The gratitude came back much stronger now that her husband in the flesh seemed to be moving the matter along in what Jenny knew had to be the right direction. Feeling like she was risking everything, but that she had no choice but to try, if this thing were going to work, Jenny said, “I told you, Frank, I won’t do it. And if you think you’re going to spank me, you had better think again.”

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 spanking stories analysis: legend of the bound fairy

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story)

The magical quality of this beautiful photo drew me to it, but what sucked me in entirely is the implication of a narrative that could travel along so many different paths of story. Why the rope? Why the very special dress? Why the grass? Why the sleeping, curled up? I'm not sure I've ever written to a picture that made me so eager to learn what the photographer meant, but in the end I don't think that matters at all--what matters is how it spoke to me, and how I hope it speaks to you.

So I used the opportunity to write in one of my favorite narrative modes, to match the magic of the image: the old legend that tells of an unseen world that can be manipulated, if you only pay attention, and know how. To mingle that sort of story with the erotic, as I also do from time to time with sacred modes (maybe I'll do that next week!), made me smile even as it provided me with my favorite kind of one-handed writing material.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: legend of the bound fairy

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

Legend relates that from time to time a fairy is cast out from the court of Queen Titania, because she has been found to have consorted with a man. Bound with rope, still wearing her diaphanous fairy garments of gossamer lace, they leave her upon the grass, deep in a magical sleep.

When a man comes, the legend says, he may take the exiled fairy for his own if he knows how, but the way of such taking is not easy, for fairies are free, rebellious spirits, and their wildness must be tamed. The man who wishes to have one for his own must cherish her, but he must also waste no time in asserting his authority.

The legend recommends to such a brave man that as soon as he finds his pretty fairy, he must put her across his knee, and spank her shapely bottom soundly, until she admits the crime that led to her exile from Titania's court. Only then should he arrange her there on the grass for his enjoyment, and uncover himself before her, and ravish her while she cries out her submission under him. For if the man does not spank the fairy first, before he ravishes her, the legend says, she will laugh, and steal his manhood away, and carry it back to Titania's court as the price of her return from exile.

(Photo via Kora II Ramsteinovic of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)

What Emily is up to, for 2 July 2014

I'm sad that the DungeonCrawl is no more, but I'll take the opportunity to try something new and give a newsletter-y kind of peek into current events in my "real" writing life. 

(Remember that in italics I'm "real"--the scare-quotes are important, because "real" Emily is also a character--the human-rights lawyer I describe in my profile and in EXPLORATIONS. Actual me, who is probably not legally named Emily, plays that character when I can. I definitely write her books.)

So, besides the continuing promo-period, as I think of it, for An Extreme Marriage, the big news is that the next thing I release will be the 37th and FINAL book of EXPLORATIONS: Emily's Journey Home. To get people ready for that, I'm going to try a couple of different experiments in social media fun:

• First of all (I think of this as the Cadillac option), if you can answer five trivia questions about the first sixteen books of EXPLORATIONS, I will supply to you, at no charge, ALL the collections from 17-32 (a $16 value!!!). If you want to get ready for 37, of course, you'll have to buy 33-36, BUT:
• Second of all, if you sign up for a continuing weekly newsletter thing, I'll give you a book of EXPLORATIONS, from the 33-36 range, FREE!

Those are the programs I have in mind, and they'll be be starting Monday. If you can think of anything else I should do that would get you ready for the STUNNING CONCLUSION, let me know!