tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27372270883919130212024-02-19T19:11:48.852-05:00EXPLORATIONS by Emily TiltonA place for me to meditate on the ongoing project of fantasy-elaboration in my EXPLORATIONS series: spanking stories, BDSM, etc.Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.comBlogger683125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-44685837885262794762020-10-02T06:46:00.002-04:002020-10-02T06:46:28.699-04:00The Emily Tilton Weekly!<p>I've been pondering for a while now how I might offer more frequent and more robust content to those readers who find they can't get enough of my naughty stuff. I think this new newsletter may be the answer. It will come out weekly, and it will feature the following fun things:</p><ul style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"><li style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 0px;">Free Audible audiobook codes for older books, on a rotating basis.</li><li style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 0px;">Serialized novels from my catalog (the Weekly will feature a poll to help me choose which ones!).</li><li style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: 0px;">Featured appearances by other authors whose work I find hot.</li></ul><p style="direction: ltr; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;">Because I'm so excited, I'm going to offer two MORE free older books to those who sign up and then respond to the first weekly newsletter.</p><p style="direction: ltr; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What's not to love? Fill out the form and sign up!</p><p style="direction: ltr; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker</span></div>
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Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-56017059324351153572017-08-19T05:56:00.001-04:002017-08-19T05:56:10.902-04:00New release! The Billionaire and the Wedding Planner<div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 10.5pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">With the wedding of his nineteen-year-old stepdaughter Emily fast approaching, billionaire Jason Garrons would like nothing more than for the event to bring the family together after the tragic death of Emily's mother, but constant bickering between Emily and her sister seems set to ruin any chance of that. On top of everything else, the wedding planner is getting on Jason's last nerve.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 10.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Though she jumped at the chance to plan a high-society wedding, when Maria Sali pushes Jason too far she is shocked by his reaction. After making it clear that he is done putting up with her sharp tongue and headstrong attitude, he bares her bottom and spanks her soundly in her own office. To Maria's surprise, the humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused, and she soon finds herself imagining what it would be like to be more thoroughly taken in hand by a man like Jason.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 10.5pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Maria is not the only young lady in need of stern correction, however, and when Emily's gets drunk and causes a scene at the bridal shower her fiancé decides that it is time for her to learn how a firm-handed husband deals with a naughty bride. But when the moment for Emily to walk down the aisle finally arrives, will everything go smoothly or will it all end in tears?</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Here's a tease:</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Emily still couldn’t believe her ears. How could this possibly be happening? Jason couldn’t really mean to </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">spank </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Georgia, could he? And he couldn’t have just threatened to spank Emily, too, if…</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If what?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If Emily kept being what Georgia had earned the spanking for calling her. Emily did realize that she had taken some positions on matters having to do with the wedding that some observers might have called </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">slightly unreasonable. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But a girl only got to be a bride once. Hopefully. Emily had dreamt of her wedding day since she had seen her first princess movie. She had talked about it with Georgia, with her friends, so many times, before she had met Albright and while she was dating him, the man Emily had decided she would marry. Now that he had finally proposed, and all the talk had become reality, it </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">had </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to be exactly as it was in her mind, when she had talked about it, and dreamt about it…</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With Mom.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mom had known Albright, at least, before she went into the hospital for the last time. Actually, she had seen Albright, then, for the first time since Emily and Albright had attended a preschool together than neither of them could recall, though of course Anne and Priscilla remembered it vividly—especially how Emily had poured a bucket of papier-maché or something over Albright’s head.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Emily had pretended not to understand, as she stood by Anne’s hospital bed. “What are you talking about, Mom?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Anne had crooked a wry smile up at her. “I think he likes Quint.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I think he likes the shark movie.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then they had laughed, and the subject had thankfully dropped, and not been raised again. Emily’s final parting from her mother had been comforting and peaceful: a promise to find her truest self, and live it; a promise to accept Jason’s help in finding it; a promise to care for the people around her, to honor her mother’s legacy of loving service.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Georgia had walked from the table, her face a bright scarlet and her eyes fixed on Emily. Something in those eyes accused Emily of bringing this humiliation on her sister, but Emily also saw in Georgia’s brow a strange air of meaning, as if her younger sister were saying, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I told you so.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For a moment Emily couldn’t think what it could mean, but then, with a blaze of heat in her face that exceeded even what she had felt the first time Jason had said </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a spanking</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, she remembered. Georgia had sworn that one night, just before Mom got sick, she had heard Jason spanking Mom. Georgia had said that she couldn’t figure out what could possibly be going on, that she felt sure Anne would call the police if her husband were hurting her. She had knocked on the door, and Anne had come to answer it, with a smile on her face, though Georgia said she did look like she had been crying.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That couldn’t be what Mom had meant about </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">firmer</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, could it?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Go on, Georgia,” Jason said. “Let’s get this over with.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The younger Easton girl turned back to her stepfather. “Could I have it with my jeans on, please?” she asked.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Emily’s mouth hung open at her sister’s quiet tone, her apparent acceptance of Jason’s strange, awful bargain: continued financial support in exchange for an acceptance of some bizarre idea he had of discipline for adult women.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No, Georgia. Having your pants taken down, or your skirt raised, for punishment is a big part of the lesson you’re going to learn.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Emily looked at his calm face, at Georgia’s red one. “Georgia,” she said, hardly knowing where the words came from, since they were so unaccustomed to come from her mouth, “I’m sorry. I’ll talk to Priscilla.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, you will,” Jason said. “But your sister is getting spanked for what she did, not what you did. After her spanking, you can go to her room to comfort her, and talk it over, and she can apologize to you, too, for what she decided to say. Right now, Georgia, you need to get your naughty backside upstairs, and do as you’ve been told.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tears were forming in Georgia’s eyes as she turned to obey. Emily said, “May I comfort her now?” hearing in her voice a respectful tone and not knowing from where it had come.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No,” Jason said. “Georgia needs to think about what she did, before she’s spanked.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Emily, chewing on the inside of her cheek, stared at her plate, utterly at a loss as how to respond to what seemed a strange but unavoidable new reality. Jason’s voice called her from her reverie.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“If </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">you </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">need a spanking in the future, Emily. I’m going to give you a choice. I can give it, or I can tell Quint, and see what he decides.”</span></div>
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Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-43917205338213805972017-06-28T12:00:00.000-04:002017-06-28T12:00:19.401-04:00Get HERO UNDERCOVER for 99 cents for a limited time, plus an awesome giveaway!<div style="margin: 0 auto 15px; text-align: center;">
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“Sir? If I promise to obey you in every way, will you keep me safe from him?”<br />
He took a step back, then turned away from me. I risked a glance up. His fists were clenched tight, and when I looked at the side of his face, I saw the vein that always popped out when he was stressed or upset. My question had gotten to him.<br />
“Are you sure you’d be safer with me than with him?”<br />
I took a moment to answer. “Yes. I am.”<br />
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“I’m not the man you thought you knew. I am not a nice man. I won’t promise to be fair. I will punish you sometimes just because I enjoy hearing you cry. There won’t be any safe words. And forget about any tenderness.”<br />
My mind flashed back to my dreams. “But I’ll be alive.”<br />
He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes.”<br />
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<strong>The Arms I Run To by Stevie MacFarlane</strong></div>
J.R. watched her. God she was beautiful and oh so foolish. She was taunting him, angry because he knew all her secrets. Still, it was not necessary to put herself in any more danger than she already had. Then he did something he never did, something completely against the rules. He keyed his mic, flipped a switch that connected him to her office and only her office.<br />
“Put is out, Miss Bradley,” he said in warning. “Smoking is bad for you.”<br />
She laughed; a bitter sound that rubbed against his nerves like sandpaper.<br />
“This whole place is bad for me,” she snorted indelicately. “Don’t act like you don’t know what’s going on here,” she jeered. “You’re all nothing but a pack of miserable lap dogs, spying for your master. Fuck you…whatever your name is.” Her voice trailed off as she turned away.<br />
She heard the faint hum stop and knew he’d disconnected. Bastard! Walking to the bathroom she tossed the butt of her smoke into the toilet and flushed it away. Unfortunately the jerk was right.<br />
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Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-68718267956630477052017-06-24T06:23:00.001-04:002017-06-24T06:23:48.385-04:00New release! His Old-Fashioned World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When Jenna Burke wakes up in a hospital after an experiment in a particle physics lab, she is surprised by the patriarchal manner of the doctor who examines her. His refusal to believe she is a trained physician herself comes as a shock, and Jenna's confused and angry reaction results in her being placed into the care of Dr. Michael Weathers, a stern, handsome psychiatrist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At Michael's home, Jenna quickly discovers that the reality in which she now finds herself differs significantly from her own. Most importantly, the men of this society are more than ready to take a woman in hand and correct her properly if her behavior warrants it, and her sharp tongue quickly earns Jenna a trip over Michael's knee for a painful, humiliating spanking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Despite her shame and fury, having her bottom bared and thoroughly punished arouses Jenna deeply, and she soon finds herself wondering what it would be like to belong to a firm-handed man like Michael. But can a woman like her really find happiness in his old-fashioned world?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Here's an excerpt to tease you:</i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I want to call the police,” she said quietly. “I want to call 911, to stop you from abusing me.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Michael looked back at her with a mixture of surprise and alarm apparent in his eyes. He took a step back and appeared to ponder the possibilities, as Jenna realized that she had actually managed to shock him with what he considered to be her delusion. The idea that a woman might call the police to avoid a spanking seemed, unfortunately, to have at least for the moment convinced him that Jenna had indeed become demented.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He appeared to come to a decision and, with a grave look on his face, nodded slowly.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Alright,” he said. “Why don’t you find the number for the local police on the net. I’d rather you not call 911, obviously, because I think it’s a waste of resources when I’m pretty sure you can tell I’m not threatening you, but rather trying to discipline you.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That word, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">discipline</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, made Jenna’s heart flip in her chest, and she didn’t understand why—nor did she stop to examine it, because her mind had occupied itself fully with the essential problem of his immediate willingness to have the police called on him for what Jenna knew she would be able to put to the authorities as at least the threat of domestic abuse.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She narrowed her eyes. “So you’re going to deny that you just threatened to spank me?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Michael looked back at her in what looked like utter incomprehension. “Why would I deny it? I guess you can use the word </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">threaten </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">if you want, but I’d rather save it for actual violence, rather than discipline.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That word again. Again Jenna ignored her strange, unexpected reaction to it.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Half of her, now, felt certain that to call the police would produce results for which she would regret having done it. The other half still clung to the idea that if she could bring in someone from outside, they would tell her that Dr. Michael Weathers was the crazy one.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Okay,” she said, hoping that to agree with him on something would help the situation, “no 911.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thank you,” he said. “Go ahead and look them up, and I’ll get the phone for you.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even before she said anything to the voice at the other end of the phone, which had just answered with “Reba County Police,” the undeniable masculinity of the voice made Jenna’s heart sink further. She had been hoping so hard that a woman would pick up.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hello, honey,” said the policeman at the other end in an avuncular tone. “Is your husband or your daddy there to talk to me?”</span></div>
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<i></i><b><i>The Strategy of Love</i> by Alyssa Bailey</b><br />
Part time photographic Journalist and benevolent worker Kayla Rhea was not haunted by the memory of her kidnappers but of her rescuer and his admonition. Ex-Army Major Hunter Barrett, settled in his civilian life, is now on a mission to claim the woman of his dreams or purge her from his life forever.<br />
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<b><i>The Arms I Run</i> To by Stevie MacFarlane</b><br />
Can a woman be too smart for her own good? Apparently, for when Joy Bradley takes a position she's overqualified for, she soon finds herself up to her neck in trouble.<br />
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<b><i>Uncharted Waters</i><i> </i>by Maisy Archer</b><br />
An undercover protection detail aboard a luxury cruise ship seems like just the kind of easy, straightforward assignment Lucas needs ... Until he learns that the client he's tasked with protecting is the one beautiful, headstrong, infuriating woman he's never been able to get out of his mind.</div>
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Having fallen hard for her father's hired man, Amelia is crushed when she learns he's behind a string of stagecoach robberies. When she takes matters into her own hands, and goes after the bandits herself, she learns things aren't always what they seem.<br />
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<b><i>Revenge Served Hot</i> by Sophie Kisker</b><br />
My name is Livvi, and for the next thirteen months I'll be on my knees, paying off my father's debts, owned by a man who seeks to destroy me. My life looks painfully short, until a man with a dark past offers to rescue me - but only at a price I'm terrified to pay.<br />
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<b><i>The Mercenary's Girl</i><i> </i>by Emily Tilton</b><br />
CIA operative Jack Regensburg would have had enough trouble taking down mercenary kingpin Sir Jeffrey Young even if he hadn't fallen helplessly in love with one of Sir Jeffrey's captive girls, the lovely young Tess Roberts. When Sir Jeffrey decides that Jack, undercover as a bodyguard, must punish Tess in a new and extremely humiliating way, Jack must act, but will he be able to save Tess from Sir Jeffrey's fury without putting his cover, and the crucial operation, at grave risk?<br />
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<b><i>Cherry on Top</i> by Katherine Deane</b><br />
What do you get when you combine a sassy, curvy baker, her overprotective brother, his hot Army best friend, a crazy stalker, sexual chemistry hot enough to bake a chocolate cake, and nuns? The kinky spankings Cherry has always desired, a bit of Daddy talk Jacob loves, and a recipe ending with a Happily Ever After--and a Cherry on Top.<br />
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<b><i>Saving Sarah</i> by BJ Wane</b><br />
When Sarah Thompson goes husband hunting at a local night club, she attracts the attention of a serial GHB rapist. Police Chief Travis Nolan intends to be the man in Sarah's bed and won't let anything stand in his way, including Sarah's stubborn tenacity. <br />
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<b><i>The Honey Trap</i><i> </i>by Lucy Wild</b><br />
Nate - I went undercover to get the place shut down. Not to fall for her...<br />
Kathryn - It was just a job. Until he arrived.</div>
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<i></i><b><i>The Scarlet Stiletto</i> by Maggie Carpenter</b><br />
1940's Murder Mystery.<br />
A frantic but beautiful woman bursts into the office of a roguishly handsome detective and begs him for help, claiming she found her red stiletto at the scene of her husband's murder. The sexy seductive siren with kiss-me-now lips is hard to resist, but he quickly discovers there are gaping holes in her story.<br />
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<b><i>The Russian</i><i> </i>by Renee Rose</b><br />
Yuri - I don't care if I get whacked by the mob or fired from the FBI. I can't stay away from her. And there's no way I'm letting her get hurt. Hell, if any of them touch her, I'll blow my cover in a second.<br />
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<b><i>A Thief for the Duke</i> by Megan Michaels</b><br />
Rescuing a thieving beauty from the prospect of prison, the Duke of Norfolk has taken on the role of Headmaster for a School for Wayward Women under the guise of reforming the waif into a lady of society. Will it be she who is reformed, or will it be he who is changed in the process?<br />
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<b><i>Tamara's Choice</i><i> </i>by Trent Evans</b><br />
Assigned to infiltrate the shadowy Dominion Trust, a vice cop on deep cover visits the lurid, penitential installation known as The Farm.<br />
But to rescue one of the beautiful inmates from her sentence of sexual slavery, he must save something else first -- himself.</div>
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<i></i><b><i>Detective Hercules</i><i> </i>by A.C. Rose</b><br />
Detective Hercules Andrews and drive time radio dating expert Lizzy Harper bond over their respective injuries. When she reveals details about the super hot cop on her show, a New York City controversy of epic proportion ensues and he's forced to go undercover - as her boyfriend.<br />
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<b><i>Slave for a Day: an Idan and Svali novella</i> by Jane Henry</b><br />
When Svali's sister is taken hostage on a foreign planet, Svali and her fierce warrior husband are eager to undertake the rescue mission. Neither Svali nor Idan anticipated their job would mean masquerading as master and slave.... nor how very erotic the venture could be.<br />
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<b><i>Testimony</i> by Maggie Ryan</b><br />
Vows--hers to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth--his to protect the witness with his very life. But when both are up against pure evil, what will the ultimate price of justice be?<br />
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<b><i>Her Protector</i><i> </i>by Annabel Joseph</b><br />
Rowan Park works in a secret, hyper-secure area of the government, defending the homeland from malicious hacking attacks. When a kidnapping attempt threatens her life, she's forced to seek shelter--and comfort--in an unexpected protector's arms.<br />
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<b><i>Monster</i> by Jennifer Bene</b><br />
Cold, ruthless, vicious... I'm Paulo García's monster, and I'd swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it -- until Nicky. I know I should try to help her, protect her, but then who will save her from me?<br />
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<b><i>Her Undercover Doms</i><i> </i>by Anya Summers</b><br />
Sherry can't believe her luck, she followed a Dom to the Bahamas only to have him fall for another submissive, and to make matters worse, that same Dom has issued her an ultimatum, either submit to the handsome Doms Patrick and Nick to become a better sub or leave the island. Will the two undercover CIA Agents convince the gorgeous beauty that she is the submissive for them or will their undercover investigation tear them apart?</div>
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<i></i><b><i>A Night by my Fir</i><i>e</i> by Addison Cain</b><br />
The risk River had taken saving a stranger bigger than a linebacker and as grateful as a psychopath put her in a bad position. Someone had left him to die... and good men didn't get dumped in the cold.<br />
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<b><i>The Officer's Little Girl</i> by Meredith O'Reilly</b><br />
Adam is assigned to go undercover at 'The Little Resort' and take down the owner who has been selling illegal drugs. He gets partnered to be Chloe's Daddy and ends up falling head over heels in love for his little girl.<br />
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<b><i>Pandora and the Pool Guy</i> by April Hill</b><br />
Forced to enter the Witness Protection Program, Pandora finds a mutual attraction with the pool guy. But is he really just the handyman next door?<br />
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<b><i>In Too Deep </i>by Claire Conrad</b><br />
One chance encounter is all it takes for hard-ass undercover agent Jace Montgomery to fall in love. When the woman who stole his heart is taken hostage, he'll destroy anything and everything in his way to save her.</div>
Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-76971506081078125072017-04-22T13:44:00.000-04:002017-04-22T13:44:17.920-04:00New release: The Correctional Program<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">When her defiant behavior gets her in trouble with the law one too many times, nineteen-year-old Melanie Smith is sentenced to an experimental program for young women in need of particularly stern, humiliating forms of correction. Before she knows it, Melanie finds herself connected to a computer network and then waking up in a virtual world which feels as real as anything she has ever experienced.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Within moments of her arrival, a handsome doctor has stripped her bare, given her an intimate, shameful examination, and then paddled her bottom thoroughly. The doctor's firm-handed dominance leaves Melanie helplessly aroused, and when he takes her in his arms and masters her completely it is better than anything she would have thought possible.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Melanie quickly discovers that the program has quite a bit more than just an embarrassing medical exam in store for her, and before her ordeal is over she will have been punished and claimed in more ways than she can imagine. But when her treatment is complete, will she end up longing for a dominant man to make her his own back in the real world?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Publisher's Note:</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"> </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">The Correctional Program</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"> includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Correctional-Program-Emily-Tilton-ebook/dp/B071YHXTH4/tag=ebet-20" target="_blank">Click here to buy the book on Amazon</a>!</i></span></span>Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-50509696153298421232017-03-27T16:32:00.000-04:002017-03-27T16:32:12.594-04:00Jaye Peaches comes to visit, and brings the heat!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wow! I love Jaye's premise for this book!</span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Publisher’s Note: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Captivated </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.</span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here's an ultra-hot sample:</span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“A month of getting to know you, Anna. Just you and me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I’d like that,” she said softly and she traced the leather stitching with her trembling finger.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The engine purred and David settled into his seat. “Now, as I drive you home, why not relax. Lift up your skirt, take down your panties, and masturbate.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her head snapped around. “What?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You heard me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She stared out of the window at the traffic and pedestrians, battling the flurry of nerves his preposterous idea had concocted. “No,” she giggled half-heartedly. “This is a joke.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No joke.” He flicked on the radio to a jazz station. “Forget about your worries, Anna. Come for me. Go on.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The music danced around the sports car and drowned out the noise of the street.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Would you order Henrietta to do this?” she asked.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“No. I’m not ordering anyone. I’m asking you to do something that you need to do. Let out those frustrations.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How the hell did he know what she wanted? Only yesterday, he thought she was somebody else. “You’re very sure of this need in me.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Would you like me to say it again?” The car pulled up at a junction and he turned to face her. His eyes were shining brightly and he gently drummed his fingers on the wheel.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She swallowed the lump in her throat. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">God, please ask me again</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. She wanted his dominating voice oozing into her ear and making her buzz all over.</span></span></div>
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Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-66949740422259737002017-03-25T07:33:00.002-04:002017-03-25T07:33:59.544-04:00Examined and Corrected (Victorian Correction, Book 5): new release, FREE through Wednesday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After she is caught in the midst of a scandalous indiscretion, eighteen-year-old Ginevra Audley is soundly birched in front of her finishing school classmates and then brought to Dr. Reginald Brown for further correction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She is made to strip completely and display herself shamefully before the stern doctor, and when she is disobedient during the intimate, humiliating examination, Ginevra is punished in the most embarrassing of ways. Once Dr. Brown is finished with her, Ginevra is handed over to a handsome young gentleman who will train her thoroughly and then take her as his bride.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Publisher’s Note</b>: <i>Examined and Corrected</i> is the sixth entry in the Victorian Correction series. It is a short story which includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">When Beatrice Graham is caught spying on a meeting between an influential senator and a powerful Arab prince, the Institute is left with no choice but to act quickly to protect both the naive eighteen-year-old intern and the secret she unwittingly overheard.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Once she has been taken into the Institute's custody, it isn't long before Beatrice is naked and blushing as she is thoroughly and intimately examined. After the humiliating ordeal reveals her long-hidden need to be mastered properly by a dominant man, she is sold as a concubine to Diyab al-Rashan, the handsome sheikh on whom she so recently eavesdropped.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Diyab promptly sets about training Beatrice, teaching her to offer her beautiful body for him to enjoy in any way he pleases and spanking her bare bottom soundly whenever she disobeys him. Her new owner's stern punishments and fierce lovemaking leave Beatrice deeply ashamed yet satisfied in a way she never dreamed possible, but can she truly find a place for herself in the sheikh's household?</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><b style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Publisher's Note:</b><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Tamed by the Sheikh</i><span style="background-color: white;"> is the eleventh book of </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">The Institute Series</i><span style="background-color: white;">. The books of </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">The Institute Series</i><span style="background-color: white;"> are stand-alone novels which can be read in any order. </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Tamed by the Sheikh</i><span style="background-color: white;"> includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Publisher’s Note: </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His Blushing Rose </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Among other things, the next newsletter will have a sneak peek at the next book in the Institute series, which takes matters to new territory, both geographically and erotically! (Psst. The word "sheikh" may or may not be in the title.)</i></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />
</i></span>Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-51168888669208492282016-10-29T07:36:00.003-04:002016-10-29T07:36:44.460-04:00Their Wayward Wives<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MCZQ7UN/tag=ebet-20" target="_blank">This one</a> started from one of those hot little fantasies that seem to ignite my brain several times a day. What if I overheard my new next-door neighbor getting a spanking? It turned out I could think of a </i>lot <i>of things. Like this, for example:</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John looked at her a little strangely—Cathy wasn’t sure she had had a third beer since her sorority days, actually—but brought it and put it down in front of her, then bent over to kiss her. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Aww,” Mindy said in a genuine, kind voice, and then Cathy realized she had gotten much drunker, faster, than she had supposed she would, because otherwise the thing that happened next could never have occurred. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As John straightened up, and Cathy felt the glow of his affection receding, she thought about their sex life—their <i>marital relations</i>—as her mother called the matter. She thought about the swoony feeling of seeing him in his uniform on their wedding night, and about the gentlemanly way he had taken her virginity, about the panties she hadn’t taken off under the lacy nightgown. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cathy thought wildly, <i>There’s nothing wrong with our marital relations</i>. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then she said to Mindy, “Why did you get spanked this afternoon?” </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If John hadn’t said the thing about the way Cathy never made much noise during their lovemaking, maybe she would have been able to tell him exactly why what they had overheard coming from the Landises’ breakfast room disturbed her so much. Or maybe she could have at least made the attempt, which might have caused him to turn down the dinner invitation. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Who did she think she was kidding, though? Could Cathy even articulate to herself exactly why she found the thought of her next-door neighbor being punished so disturbing? She couldn’t have made an attempt to explain if her life depended on it. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All Cathy knew was that it had something to do with the stories her grandmother would tell her, when Cathy was little—stories that came from Gran’s own grandmother, of a girlhood on a Southern plantation. Stories that very often featured girls <i>getting a whuppin’</i> or <i>getting switched</i>. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Once, Gran had even told Cathy a story about a young woman who had kissed a boy. “Let me tell you, sugar, her daddy blistered her tushy so good she couldn’t sit down for a week.” </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Once, not in a story but really just in passing, Gran had said that she missed Cathy’s granddaddy, who had died before Cathy was born. “Lord, he would whip me good when I sassed him, but I loved him more than anythin’.”</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Here's the blurb!</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When Marine Corps veteran John Lind and his twenty-two-year-old bride Cathy overhear their next-door neighbor Doug spanking his wife, Mindy, it quickly leads to conflict in their own relationship. Realizing that he has let Cathy get away with her snippy attitude and frequent defiance for far too long, John decides that it is well past time to bare her bottom, spank her soundly, and remind her who is in charge in their marriage. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Though it comes as a shock at first, Cathy soon discovers that being completely taken in hand by her husband arouses her intensely. With John now demanding her obedience both in and out of the bedroom, she frequently finds herself blushing crimson yet still burning with desire as she is thoroughly and shamefully mastered. But when John and Doug leave town for two weeks on business, can Cathy and Mindy behave themselves while their firm-handed husbands are away? </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Publisher's Note: Their Wayward Wives includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MCZQ7UN/tag=ebet-20" target="_blank">Buy the book here</a>.</i> </span><br />
Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-81455403805046135042016-10-09T08:17:00.003-04:002016-10-09T08:17:22.833-04:00Drastic Measures (The Institute Series, Book 9)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>I love writing the Institute Series. I know I can be guilty when doing so of diminishing the hotness somewhat as I advance the central theme of data-driven BDSM, but I feel like the series now has an audience that enjoys it the same way I do. I hope this half-preposterous half-profound side of my own sexual-fantasy-life might also be a part of yours.</i><br />
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When Robin Reed walks down the aisle with handsome billionaire Oliver Marlowe, she does so knowing that he is an old-fashioned man who will expect his bride's obedience and submission. But after the first time she ends up over her husband's knee for a sound spanking on her bare bottom, Robin can't help wondering whether she has made a mistake.<br />
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Determined to ensure that his wife's needs are properly met, Oliver consults with experts from the Institute and then proposes a bold plan, which Robin hesitantly accepts. In order to help her discover her deeply hidden submissive tendencies, Robin will be brought to the Institute for training. Before she even steps through the door, Robin finds herself blushing crimson as her bottom is thoroughly punished--both inside and out--but it is only once she arrives at the Institute that she truly begins to realize what it means to surrender herself completely to a man.<br />
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The pleasure of yielding to her trainer's mastery of her body quickly prove more intense than she would have thought possible, and Robin is soon yearning for her husband's skilled, dominant lovemaking. But will the Institute's usual techniques be enough to teach her to fully embrace her need for submission, or will her situation call for more drastic measures?<br />
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Publisher's Note: Drastic Measures is the ninth book of The Institute Series. The books of The Institute Series are stand-alone novels which can be read in any order. Drastic Measures includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.<br />
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<i>In loco parentis </i>means "in place of a parent." Here on my blog, I can tell you that all the implications for an erotic novel are indeed in effect. May I tempt you with an excerpt from <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Loco-Parentis-Emily-Tilton-ebook/dp/B01LVZ8YC8/tag=ebet-20" target="_blank">the book</a>?<br />
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“So you’re saying you’re not going to get hard while you’re spanking me?” As soon as she said it, she saw she had touched a sensitive spot: Mr. Malley’s brow darkened, and his evident struggle against anger seemed to get more difficult for him.<br />
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“That’s my affair, Heather, and I hope I can teach you some modesty where that kind of thing is concerned, so that you’re not looking through windows and sucking boys’ penises in full view of the neighborhood.”<br />
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Too late Heather saw that she had made things much, much worse for herself. All the casual hookups at school came crowding back upon her, and the battle between <i>it’s fine</i> and <i>shouldn’t it feel better?</i> reared its terrible head.<br />
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Modesty.<br />
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<i>Bullshit</i>, the <i>it’s fine</i> part tried to say. But Mr. Malley seemed to have come to the aid of <i>shouldn’t it feel better?</i> with a strange vengeance.<br />
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Worst of all, the subject of Mr. Malley’s cock had entered the conversation, and she couldn’t deny that she had raised it. <i>Raised it.</i> Heather saw Miss Green on her knees, red lace panties down and pink plug in her bottom, sucking Mr. Malley’s big, hard cock. She saw him hold Miss Green’s head, his fingers twined in her wavy red hair. She saw him fuck her face like it was a pussy.<br />
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Heather swallowed hard.<br />
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“I’m through talking now,” he said. “I’m going to go to the kitchen. When you’re ready to take your spanking like a good girl, you’ll come in there and lay yourself over my lap, and we’ll get this over with.”<br />
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He turned and left the den. Heather sat there looking at her hands in her lap. Her gaze shifted to the screen, and the sexy freeze-frame made the problem worse. Angrily, she picked up the remote and turned the thing off. The den fell into darkness, its only illumination spilling in from the kitchen where she now heard Mr. Malley moving one of the chairs.<br />
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<i>So he can sit in it. For my spanking.</i><br />
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Rational thought had the smallest imaginable part in what Heather did next. She stood up, and she took off all her clothes and laid them on the red couch. If a thought had actually entered her mind, it had been <i>If I’m going to have a spanking, I want it to be a sexual spanking.</i> She hadn’t thought the idea through, of course, any more than she had thought through stealing the panties or any of the other stupid things she had done over the past forty-eight hours.<br />
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She surveyed her body in the half-darkness, wishing she had a mirror but knowing Mr. Malley didn’t stand a chance of resisting her. An older man would always want to fuck a gorgeous eighteen-year-old: practically an eternal truth. She walked into the kitchen, smiling, with her hands at her side.<br />
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Here's the blurb:<br />
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By the time eighteen-year-old Heather Bradshaw returns home for the summer after her first year of college, she feels very grown-up indeed. With her parents away for several months, she has the house to herself, and she isn’t going to let their old-fashioned notions of propriety get in the way of a good time if the opportunity presents itself and the guy is hot. It comes as quite a surprise, though, when the man who sets her heart racing turns out to be her best friend’s father.<br />
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Upon realizing that Heather is flirting with him, Tom Malley sets out to play the role of the gentleman. He does his best to ignore her advances rather than take advantage of someone so inexperienced, but it quickly becomes clear that the beautiful, naïve young woman is in desperate need of a man’s firm hand, and if he doesn’t provide the stern dominance that is required she’s going to get herself in over her head while searching for someone who will.<br />
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Determined to put a stop to Heather’s out of control behavior and keep her from getting hurt, Tom takes the feisty girl over his knee for a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking that leaves her blushing and promising to behave herself. The humiliating chastisement merely intensifies her desire for him, however, and her response to his discipline deeply arouses Tom as well. Soon enough, he casts aside his hesitation and claims her thoroughly, but will the shame of surrendering her body to her best friend’s father turn out to be more than Heather can bear?<br />
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I'm so happy to host Cara today, talking about her very-fun-looking new book <i>Educating His Bride </i>(whose topic is of course right up my ally—see <i>Sarah's Tutorial!</i>)<i>. </i>I'll let her introduce it!<br />
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<i>From college coed to professor’s naughty bride…</i><br />
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It’s the 1950s. Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s sexual education has just begun.<br />
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<i>Newlywed Margaret brings her husband his lunch at his college office. But Henry expects more than lunch…</i><br />
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“What did you bring me for lunch?” He peered into the corridor and slammed the door.<br />
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“A meatloaf sandwich.”<br />
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He twisted the key in the lock and scooted around her to the window. “On white bread?”<br />
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“Yes.”<br />
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“Good. I like white bread. It’s so nice and fluffy. Almost like eating cotton candy.” He turned the wand and plunged the room into dusk. Enough light remained to see the sexual gleam in his eyes.<br />
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An answering heat pooled in her core. Yes, some things had changed since her last visit to this room. She might have gotten a C in his class, but she’d aced marital relations. He’d taught her much over the summer, lessons she’d embraced with alacrity.<br />
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Henry plopped into his chair and beckoned.<br />
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“What if somebody comes?”<br />
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“They won’t. It’s only the second week. Students don’t have reason to meet with me yet.” He chuckled. “They’re still searching for their classes.”<br />
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“I don’t know.” Did respectable married women do things like this?<br />
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He leaned back and spread his legs. His erection tented his trousers. “Do I need to come and get you, Mrs. Thurston?”<br />
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She loved being called that. Liquid lust pooled, but she played coy. “Maybe—”<br />
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Henry sprang up, dragged her to his desk, and upended her over his lap. The chair arms prevented him from pulling her completely atop his knees, but he was strong enough to hold her half on, half off. She braced her hands on the floor. Skirts flew over her head. A playful swat landed on her bottom.<br />
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Thwack. Thwack. “Henreee…” she giggled. “Ow!” she cried as he brought his hand down harder. There’d been many spankings over the summer. Only one had been for punishment after she’d gone shopping and had run late and hadn’t called. The rest had been sexy ones. There was something thrilling about her husband enforcing his will—and her surrendering to it.<br />
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“I wish you didn’t put on so many undergarments,” he groused as he spanked.<br />
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“I only wear the usual.” Panties, girdle, slip. Petticoats for poufiness, if the dress needed it.<br />
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“Maybe I’ll institute an underwear ban.”<br />
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“I couldn’t!”<br />
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“I mean around the house.”<br />
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That wasn’t as bad, but still. What if she had to answer the door? A respectable woman was always coiffed, starched, and properly clad. To not wear undergarments would be like not wearing…stockings!<br />
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“Well, I’ll have to think about it,” he said.<br />
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She hoped he thought about it a long time. He flipped her off his lap into a heap between his legs, undid his trousers, and freed his cock from his shorts. Precum pearled on the smooth head.<br />
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Her brown feathered tilt hat had slipped from her head to her ear, despite being anchored with a pin. Henry threaded his fingers through her pageboy. The man was heck on a hairdo. Perhaps she should get one of those short, shaggy cuts like Italian actress Gina Lollobrigida had.<br />
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He exerted pressure to bring her face closer to his cock. “I used to think about you doing this when you were my student,” he said. “Suck me, Meggie.”<br />
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<i>[Yum, says Emily!]</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to most definitions, an <i>institution</i> is a set of practices, a sort of subset of a culture. Church. School. Governmental bodies like courts and legislatures.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">An <i>institute</i>, though, etymologically speaking, is just something that got set up at some point by a group of people, in a particular place and for a particular purpose. The Massachusetts Institute of Technology. The Institute for Advanced Studies.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My own Institute, established for the purpose of training submissive concubines and supplying them to wealthy buyers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That's where it gets interesting, though, because at least for me, the echo of <i>institution </i>in <i>institute </i>means that as a source of erotic power relations, the idea of an <i>institute </i>can possess nearly unbearable hotness. A set of practices, whereby dominant men take the pleasure they deserve, without regard for the wishes or scruples of the submissive girls they have had trained specifically for that pleasure. A place where the rights of girls may be suspended, and that troubling idea of consent is taken care of at the door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A place for men to send girls like me.</span></div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2v3kNr3tZfU/VpjQUA48qNI/AAAAAAAAGEA/UCTJp539rgE/s1600/thoroughlytrained_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2v3kNr3tZfU/VpjQUA48qNI/AAAAAAAAGEA/UCTJp539rgE/s320/thoroughlytrained_full.jpg" width="213" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Coincidentally enough, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thoroughly-Trained-Institute-Book-6-ebook/dp/B01AOIWU5K/tag=ebet-20" target="_blank">I have a new Institute book</a>! Here's a cover and a taste:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Anna,” he said, using the direct approach that he knew—because every field assessor knew these statistics by heart—had only a 32% chance of success, “do you mind if I do a little Internet search about you?” The chance it would work was a lot lower than a slower technique would have, but Charlotte had only given him ten minutes. This kind of calculation made up a great part of a field assessor’s skillset, and Martin felt confident he had made the correct choice. Even if it turned out that he lost Anna, he knew he would keep that confidence.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What? I mean, why?” She had a truly adorable crinkle between her blond eyebrows now.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Can I tell you that after I do the search?”</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The crinkle deepened. “Well, I guess… I mean, why do you need my permission?”</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He didn’t, really. All the data the Super would access in the next few minutes lay within their agreement through the secret TARIFF (Trans-American Recognition In Financial Funding) Act that had authorized such searches by government-liaised corporate entities, for an exorbitant fee that currently constituted nearly the entirety of the funds keeping the federal government going.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But the TARIFF Act provided for behind-the-scenes data gathering, not the semi-consensual sexual awakening of repressed submissive concubines. To get Anna started toward her ultimate well-being and Martin’s pleasure—and, of course, eventually the pleasure of whatever wealthy man chose her—he would need to approach the matter with her as if he must obtain her consent.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Martin smiled. “It’s polite to ask, don’t you think? Before you start looking into things a person who would probably rather choose what sort of impression she wants to make might not want you to see?”</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anna blushed—only very slightly, but again her fair complexion, utter peaches-and-cream, made it visible. “Oh, you won’t find anything like that.”</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Like what?” Martin made his tone as innocent as he possibly could. The time for slyness and innuendo had not come yet, and if he had anything to say about it, wouldn’t arrive for a while. A great deal more fun—really almost too much fun—lay in seeing how deeply even the most innocent things would evoke Anna’s shame.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her blush did indeed grow, suffusing her whole face now. She tried desperately for a pretense of jadedness. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said. She looked around, then, as if a part of her mind fought against the spell Martin had begun to cast on her. An anxious expression broke out, and the blush faded. “I really have to go,” she said, darting a glance at him and then looking around her chair as if for her coat.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Your coat’s on the rack at the door, Anna,” Martin said very gently, “and I don’t think you do have to go. The search will only take a minute. Just sit.”</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And he took his handheld from his pocket and concentrated on getting the preliminary assessment going, peremptorily breaking eye contact with Anna to do so. In his peripheral vision he saw her shift in her seat. She herself didn’t realize it, but she had moved to try to get his attention back on her, in an instinctive riposte to the first command Martin had given her: <i>Just sit.</i></span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It would not, he now found he hoped fervently, represent anywhere near the last command he would give Anna Greenway. Along with the hope, too, came growing confidence: her little fidget made him as sure of her as he had ever been of a girl’s suitability before the results of the preliminary arrived. Girls who shifted in their chairs when told to <i>just sit</i> knew, though the knowledge lay deeply buried, that they needed not only such masculine instructions but also the masculine enforcement of those instructions.</span></blockquote>
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Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-49780485658754557412016-01-07T12:13:00.000-05:002016-01-07T12:39:32.535-05:00The hotness of second-class citizenship<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've just started a new dys/u/eutopian sci-fi that I'm tentatively calling <i>The Marriage Decree. </i>The idea is that a group of colonists left earth in the 31st century to form a traditional male-led society, but five generations on their descendants have begun to abandon the founding principle of family discipline. The conservative administration, controlled by traditionalists, imposes the <i>Decree for Ensuring Domestic Tranquility, </i>which demotes women to second-class citizens, with their voting rights controlled by their heads-of-household and men explicitly required by law to use corporal punishment to keep their wives in line.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'll leave the tease there for now, but I want to explore the reasons why I should think it's so hot to imagine myself as a second-class citizen, when everything in my personal and cultural makeup screams how wrong that is. It's a theme I've worked on and to which I've returned several times in my erotica, including an excerpt I'll share below, but which, when writing fiction intended to arouse my reader, I don't really have the opportunity to consider in an analytic way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here's my theory: the submissive sexual orientation eroticizes power, above all—I think those of us who self-identify as BDSM in one way or another can all agree on that. So to have my power <b>legally </b>taken away, so that I have no choice at all but to obey my husband or receive just correction in whatever way he sees fit—belt or paddle or cane or butt-plug, ratchets up the arousal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the same time (and perhaps this is actually the most important reason the fantasy works for me) any individual man, whether my husband or the government auditor who is required by law to check in once a month and make certain I am receiving the discipline I need as a second-class citizen, is only doing his job as he orders me over the family spanking-bench to receive the lesson I've earned. As a second-class citizen, after all, it's essential that the first-class citizens in charge of me maintain order, even if that means that when I misbehave they must thrash me with terrible severity and (if it's my husband) fuck me in a style that makes clear who's in charge in this society—for my own good, of course, and with cuddles afterward, and "I'm so sorry I had to do that, Emily, but you must learn, and it's my responsibility to teach you. I want you to remember, when you feel how sore your anus is tomorrow from my cock, that you are a second-class citizen who is under my protection. I have to answer for your conduct, so I will make sure that conduct is perfect, even if it means you have to go over the spanking-bench every day."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It goes without saying, I hope, that the only reason this demotion of status can be hot for me is that it's <b>not </b>the way things actually are. If I actually couldn't vote for myself but had to allow my husband to cast a vote for me, it wouldn't turn me on in the slightest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The <b>fantasy</b> though, of him telling me that I'm silly to want our taxes raised and, when I protest that we can certainly pay more to help others who are in need, ordering me into the bedroom for a date with his belt and a good hard dominant fucking, until I see that of course poor people should have to pull themselves up by their bootstraps… worked up sufficiently, with the lecture in economics given in an angry voice as the thick leather comes down on my bare backside over and over, it makes my panties damp.</span><br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQfwVD5IYIw/VIW1yFrC-AI/AAAAAAAABMI/AP168wJMTtc/s1600/assignedaguardian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQfwVD5IYIw/VIW1yFrC-AI/AAAAAAAABMI/AP168wJMTtc/s320/assignedaguardian.jpg" width="213" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of the books where I treat this theme, rather with my tongue in my cheek, is <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Assigned-Guardian-Emily-Tilton-ebook/dp/B00QTULXR4/tage=ebet-20" target="_blank">Assigned a Guardian</a></i>. Here's a sample:</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Whereas the colonists of the planet Draco face hardships that make certain freedoms to which modern people are accustomed unsafe to maintain, and whereas the colonists wish to secure to themselves first safety, and, later, prosperity, therefore be this basic law adopted and enacted as the foundation of good order on the planet Draco, this fifth day of January in the year 2187 of the Common Era, by Earth reckoning, and the year 12 of human life on Draco.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">An article about the post of governor, which had far-reaching executive powers, followed. Then came an article about the governor’s council, which served as the colony’s legislative body. The specifications for the court system followed. Then the real innovations, if they could be called that, began.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">By recommendation of the governor, and ratification by the governor’s council, all recognized forms of gainful employment shall be classified as appropriate either only to men or also to women. No woman shall be gainfully employed in a post designated as appropriate only to men. Forms of gainful employment designated as appropriate to women shall be further placed under the direction of a male agent of business, ordinarily the head of household in authority over the woman occupied in such employment. These forms of employment shall be further designated as ‘women’s work,’ and any remuneration for them shall be delivered to the agent of business.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The maintenance of discipline throughout the civil order being vital to the survival of the citizenry, the practice of corporal punishment shall be employed throughout the civil administration of Draco, and the planetary administration shall promote said practice for use in the homes of citizens. The foregoing notwithstanding, men are explicitly advised that the right to use any form of discipline acceptable to them, provided it do no permanent injury to the party disciplined, shall not be abridged by the governor or by legislation made in the governor’s council.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Patrick had already seen one of the posters that clearly traced their origin to this article of the Basic Law. It showed two photographs of a young woman, at a guess in her twenties. In the photo on the left, her cheeks were stained with tears, and she was shown in a medium-shot that suggested she was bending over something—a stool or the arm of a chair, perhaps. On the right side of the poster the same young woman was hugging a child close, with a touchingly maternal smile on her face. The caption was in block letters: SOMETIMES FAMILY HARMONY IS ONLY A SPANKING AWAY.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of the questions Patrick had been told in his citizenship interview that he should expect to be asked on the test concerned the origin of this article, which was apparently called ‘the spanking article’ of the Basic Law. It had of course been highly controversial at the time of its adoption, but John and Marjorie Leary had given an interview together that won the hearts of the colonists, in which they revealed that John spanked Marjorie regularly, and that they both attributed the strength of their marriage to that practice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The social disorder on Draco had been very severe at the time. The values coalition’s principal rival, the liberal progressives, had refused to concede that their demands for radical equality had anything unrealistic about them. The day before the Learys gave the interview, several hundred protesters, 70% of them young women, had been arrested when they tried to storm the administration building.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It turned out in the wake of the protest and the interview that most of the colonists were more than ready to embrace something new, especially since John Leary made it clear that part of the values coalition platform was that the government’s power stopped at each citizen’s front door. Patrick had to admit that the notion of keeping order so simply appealed to him as well. Jack Tatum, the official who had conducted Patrick’s citizenship interview, had told Patrick that guidance was readily available to him, should he wish it, on the matter of discipline in the home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“But,” Jack had said, “that’s probably not something you’ll have to worry about all that soon—although we encourage men to get married as soon as they can find a suitable wife.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then came the article about guardianship.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the age of eighteen, each unmarried woman shall be assigned a male guardian. A woman’s guardian shall be responsible for her conduct. He shall have authority to discipline her in any way he sees fit, so long as he does not cause her permanent injury.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jack had pointed Patrick to a separate document, titled the disciplinary codicil, which defined the disciplinary rights of a guardian. It appeared that the only thing a guardian was forbidden to do was force himself sexually upon the woman for whom he had responsibility. There was a list of punishments that guardians were specifically and explicitly allowed and encouraged to use as well: spanking, strapping, paddling, and caning were the more familiar types of punishment there. There was also a section on forms of humiliation that the administration found potentially beneficial, and which Patrick imagined had originated in the Leary household. Astonishingly, they included the removal of pubic hair and the dressing of the fractious woman in diapers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another, rather propagandistic, document called ‘A Guide to Guardianship’ made it clear, though, that such measures were to be employed only in situations ‘in which ordinary disciplinary measures such as hand-spanking and belt-whipping prove ineffective.’ For the most part, the pamphlet said, the role of a guardian was to check in with his charge once a week, and help her in the process of courtship that would lead to her marriage.</span>Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-53169680614539915452015-12-29T12:59:00.001-05:002015-12-29T12:59:11.988-05:00The hotness of New Year's<a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e3/ae/37/e3ae37eb95cc242e86cf6254dc5628ec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e3/ae/37/e3ae37eb95cc242e86cf6254dc5628ec.jpg" width="200" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Should I worry that if I do "the hotness of" every occasion I'll find myself stuck when the year rolls around again and I have to find something else to write naughtily about that's tied to the same occasion? Nah. You can expect to read "The hotness of champagne" next year, with some lurid tale of a Gigi-lookalike.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For now, though, let the world be new, to fit the coming new year, and the celebration we usually call New Year's, though we may equally well call it the Feast of the Holy Name, or—even better and more liturgical-historically accurate, the Feast of the Circumcision. That's right: in the Middle Ages, what much of Europe celebrated on the first day of January was the removal of Jesus of Nazareth's foreskin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've wondered from time to time whether circumcision could ever be hot. The answer always seems to come back in the negative. So we'll go in a Victorian direction today…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The Victorians—at least the class we who write erotic novels think of as the Victorians; that is, the bourgeoisie and the aristocracy—used the first of January to visit one another, often bringing gifts, for the notion of gifts on Christmas, under the branches of that newfangled gewgaw the Christmas-tree, had not yet taken hold. In particular bachelors expected invitations to visit the houses of families with marriageable daughters.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ah. Yes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Imagine that a particularly debauched gentleman has three daughters, each of them lovely but—because of the gentleman's impecunious state—unable to find suitable matches. How will he get them off his hands and his pocketbook?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He will of course invite the five most notorious libertines in Londaon to his home on New Year's Day. He will of course lay his daughters naked—"No missish protestations, Cecilia! Off with your petticoats!"; "Esther, did I not tell you to shave your cunny this morning? Go to your room and do so this instant!"; "Theodosia, your sweet bottom needs a good smacking, and I have invited just the men to give it you!"—over the dining-table next to the sweetmeats, and the bachelors will of course take turns in fucking their bare cunts and their virginal bottoms, not neglecting to use the canes and birches provided by the gentleman to test the girls' responses to discipline.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">By the second day of January, the gentleman's worries will have come to an end. The girls, ruined in mouth, quim, and arse but fainting with untold pleasure, will have gone home with their keepers, the three lucky men chosen by lot of the five, with the other two libertines assured they may visit at any time to have a fuck. All night, that first night of the new year, they will serve the lusts of the men who will henceforth possess them at the bargain price of room, board, and the occasional frock.</span><br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U96TvKE-cJs/VSpHrJXhfFI/AAAAAAAABaQ/d2lYQ8BBjR0/s1600/the_dukes_school_for_young_ladies_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U96TvKE-cJs/VSpHrJXhfFI/AAAAAAAABaQ/d2lYQ8BBjR0/s320/the_dukes_school_for_young_ladies_full.jpg" width="213" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Compare the following passage from <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dukes-School-Young-Ladies-ebook/dp/B00VZAMY8U/tag=ebet-20" target="_blank">The Duke's School for Young Ladies</a>.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Clarissa watched her newest pupil closely as Anne’s gaze took in the duke’s drawing room. She thought she could see a distinct lack of surprise in the new girl’s eyes at the grand room’s holding, along with beautiful chairs, sofas, divans, and tables of the usual kind, several unusual pieces of furniture: three whipping benches and two demonstration tables. So experienced already, she thought. She supposed that a single visit from the duke could do that—just as it had done the same for Clarissa herself, all those years ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Freda Garrett, in the blue room, please,” she said. “Do not undress: Mr. Babcock will wish to assist you in that, I believe. Ursula Gregory, over bench number one, if you please. Joan Porter, undress to your shift, if you please. I shall assist you. Lavinia Ellsworth, assist Georgina Holmes in unlacing, and she will then assist you in doing the same. Get undressed to your shifts. Miss Holmes over bench number two and, Miss Ellsworth, please oil her bottom-hole with the oil in the little cabinet, in order that she be ready for Mr. Abbott. Miss Crawley and Miss Solmes, completely undressed, and over by table number one.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gowns were removed as appropriate, hung in the presses that waited to one side of the drawing room, and soon enough all had been prepared for the entry of the gentlemen. After she had secured Ursula to the whipping bench, Clarissa, still in her own beautiful gown and feeling like a queen, walked over to where Sarah had led Anne to demonstration table number one, just in front of the mantelpiece, where a lovely warm fire burned in the grate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The girls looked so sweet without their clothes that Clarissa could not help embracing them and kissing them on both cheeks before she said, “Now get upon the table, my sweet girls. Anne, Sarah will tell you what to do. Do not be anxious, for the gentlemen who watch like to see some confusion on a girl’s face when she must do this for the first time.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anne nodded solemnly and began to climb onto the table, six feet long and four feet wide, covered in padded leather for the girls’ comfort. The height of the table, which rose two feet from the floor—and so came to the duke’s knee—was not, of course, for the girls’ comfort but rather for the pleasure of the duke and his friends. Had Anne noticed? Clarissa wondered, as she often wondered such things about girls coming for the first time to make a part of a debauch. Sarah of course had reason to know quite well how convenient the table’s height made it for a gentleman to get his cock into a girl in whatever mode of enjoyment he chose.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lost in a reverie of memories of past parties—of the times she herself had lain upon this table—Clarissa was surprised to hear Sarah’s timid voice, and to turn to see the sweet girl still standing next to the table, rather than moving to join Anne. “Miss Halton?” she said. “Is it true? That… Mr. Westenra…”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Clarissa did not wish to stir false hope in Sarah’s bosom, though she was of the opinion that Mr. Westenra could well be sincere in his desire to marry her. Nevertheless, she knew her eyes shone when she said, “Hush, child. Let that be as it may, and get upon the table with Miss Solmes.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sarah nodded, and began to climb to join her friend, who lay with her back to the fire, the sweet curve of her hips making a bewitching silhouette, and the golden curls upon her cunny glistening faintly. Clarissa felt suddenly that she wished to share a confidence with these two, and that her response to Sarah’s natural desire to know more of the possibility of a proposal from Mr. Westenra had left much wanting. She said softly, “Do you know, girls, that I have a hope that things at the school may change for the better, tonight?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“What, miss?” asked Anne.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Miss Crawley,” Clarissa said, then, noting that Sarah had begun to assume a position face-to-face with Anne, “your face before Miss Solmes’ cunny, if you please. If you are to be allowed to kiss, the gentlemen will tell you so.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes, miss,” Sarah said, moving to obey. “Miss, what did you mean, please? About changing for the better?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“I have a stratagem,” Clarissa said in as low a voice as she could. “Listen to Ursula, for I believe that with Mr. Dabney’s unwitting help…” Then the door opened, and the duke, clad in his dressing gown, came in. The marquess, Lord Lerner, Mr. Stalby, Mr. Westenra, and Mr. Abbott all also wore dressing gowns, clearly having availed themselves of the opportunity the duke always gave to make their amours more convenient thus. Mr. Dabney and Mr. Babcock both still wore their evening dress.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Clarissa looked into Anne’s frightened eyes, and could not resist another kiss upon her forehead. “All may be well,” she whispered, and glided over to the duke.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The stratagem had formed in her mind after dinner, the moment she saw Ursula’s reaction to the news that Mr. Dabney wished to watch her caned, rather than to go to a private room to whip and fuck Lavinia Ellsworth away from the eyes of the world. Ursula had made a conquest, and Clarissa knew that she might well go to any length to secure him. If Mr. Dabney were the sort of respectable man who did not mind a little public fellatio, he would certainly, as the duke’s executor, be interested in the kind of story Clarissa thought she might be able to bring Ursula to tell, under the stern application of Lord Lerner’s cane to her rump.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And if Ursula told the sort of tale of Mrs. Fayerweather that Clarissa suspected the girl might have stored up in her memory, things might well change for the better, with some assistance from Mr. Dabney.</span>Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-29860913175529123352015-12-22T15:24:00.003-05:002015-12-22T15:25:21.417-05:00The hotness of Santa Claus<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm definitely not the first one to <b>this</b> party! But I wrote something as a visual inspiration a couple years ago of which I'm rather proud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ella crept downstairs. It was only 1am, but she had been checking every fifteen minutes to see if her husband had put her present under the tree yet, before he left for his night-shift at the hospital. He had made her promise to wait until he was back in the morning to open it, but she wasn't going to take it out of its box--she just wanted to see what it was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes. It was there! A big white box with a red bow. She hurried over to the bushy green spruce with the pretty red bow-and-bulb ornaments, and sank quickly to her knees. She started to untie the red ribbon.</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.busybeeblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/olivia-de-berardinis-naughty-and-nice-bettie-page-santa-spanking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" src="http://www.busybeeblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/olivia-de-berardinis-naughty-and-nice-bettie-page-santa-spanking.jpg" height="320" width="238" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Young lady," came a deep voice behind her, startling her half to death. She didn't even think to drop the ribbons, as she turned around and saw. . . white beard, check. . . red suit, check. . . jolly old elf--well, old elf, check; jolly, not very.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Young lady, I believe you made your husband a promise."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Um. . . I. . ."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Did you or didn't you?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ella felt her face crumple. "Yes, Santa, I did. I'm so sorry."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"He and I made a deal tonight: he's going to put out the presents at the hospital, and I brought your present here. Do you think he deserves to have you breaking your promise while he's out working?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"No, Santa." A tear rolled down Ella's face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"What do you think would happen if he saw you himself?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Oh, no," she said, picturing it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"He would spank you, wouldn't he? Don't lie, or you'll be on the naughty list next year!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Yes, Santa."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Then since he and I have our bargain tonight, I believe I need to teach you your lesson."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Santa brought the little stool over to the tree, and sat upon it, looking decidely jollier. He patted his lap, and Ella, still holding the ribbons of the forbidden present, went over it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"You'll tell your husband in the morning that you need a spanking, but you don't have to tell him why. I think it will brighten his day, especially if you're as delighted by your gift as I think you will be, Ella."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Santa flipped up the little green skirt to reveal scandalously configured underwear. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he said, as he began to administer the sort of sound spanking that only he can give. "Sometimes naughty and nice are the same, aren't they?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's not really all that dissimilar, is it, from the kind of daddy-spanking Darla gets in this passage from <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Assigned-Daddy-Emily-Tilton-ebook/dp/B018WS0IIK/tag=ebet-20" target="_blank">Assigned a Daddy</a></i>?</span></div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm6zf2kJuNo/VmAnvARUDsI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/-35FYTcq04Q/s1600/assignedadaddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm6zf2kJuNo/VmAnvARUDsI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/-35FYTcq04Q/s320/assignedadaddy.jpg" width="213" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Darla realized her breath had once again begun to come in short, ragged pants. Every time he said punished her whole body seemed to flash hot—everywhere, unfortunately. Somehow the Selecta people had known. Something about her seemed to say that what Mike was doing was not only acceptable but… necessary.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes, daddy,” she whispered. She looked down at the carpet. Green pile. She hated that carpet. She hated this apartment, whose rent had encouraged her to shoplift three times, just to have clothes that made her feel like she could hold her head up at work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Now answer my question, sweetheart. Do you play with your little pussy, to make yourself feel good?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“S-sometimes,” Darla stammered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Thank you for being honest, Darla,” Mike replied, nodding in approval and once again presenting Darla with the problem of her apparent need—ten minutes after meeting her ‘daddy’—for that approval. “Most nights I’ll give you permission to touch yourself, if you’ve obeyed me and respected me that day. You won’t have permission to do it anywhere but in bed, though, after dark. If I catch you with your hand there, when you don’t have permission, you’ll have a bare-bottom belt-whipping.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh, God. Darla felt her face burning like the sun. Yes, she masturbated sometimes… but when times got a little rough, often probably made a better representation of it. At least she’d be able to touch herself in the bathroom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“And don’t think you’ll be able to do it in the bathroom either, in my house, because you’re going to be doing your business with the door open, so I can see you, and I’m going to supervise your bathing. At work, you’re going to text me for permission to go to the bathroom, and then put your phone where you can record yourself peeing so I can watch it later.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Darla started to shake her head. It couldn’t be real, could it? And yet… and yet it was, and her mind didn’t reel the way she thought it should. Her face kept right on blazing, but Mike’s paternal authority, even in this extraordinarily shameful area, seemed to embrace her. His tone, and the detail with which he had thought out the implementation of Darla’s correctional program, told her that the purpose of the program had to lie much more in her reform than in her humiliation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That didn’t mean Darla had to like it, though. She had to push back, even if it got her a worse punishment now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“That’s mean, daddy,” she said, realizing to her surprise that she had begun to take on the persona of a little girl without even thinking about it. “I won’t do that. It’s not fair, and it’s creepy and shameful.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She looked up at Mike in apprehension, and saw to her shock that his face had utterly transformed itself into an expression of restrained anger, his eyebrows lowered and his mouth set. He didn’t speak, at first, but he reached out and took Darla by her hips and pulled her a step toward him, as her arms spun around in the air, seeking her balance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She needn’t have worried about that, because Mike had such strength even just in his hands that there was no chance Darla might fall. He had his hands in the waistband of her jeans, now, and before she knew it he had them unbuttoned and he was pulling them down. Darla gave a little cry of surprise and humiliation to know that her daddy now saw her pussy, with its sparse brown thatch, for the first time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Mike spoke again at last. “You just earned yourself quite the spanking, sweetheart, and in the nude. Your new little-girl panties are going to feel pretty sore on your little bottom in a few minutes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Please, no… please, daddy…” Darla wailed. But she understood too late that although Mike certainly had told the truth when he said he was a patient man, she had pushed him much too far, since he also clearly felt keenly his responsibility to start setting boundaries for Darla. He didn’t speak again, but pulled her between his thighs and bent her over his left knee.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wild now to escape the spanking somehow, anyhow, Darla threw her right hand back and put it across her tender bottom cheeks. But Mike grabbed her wrist in his right hand and transferred it to his left so that he could pin it with terrible ease against the small of her back. At the same time, he closed his thighs around hers, immobilizing her almost completely.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“You’ll learn to hold still for your punishments,” Mike said, that same controlled anger in his voice. “It starts with knowing that you don’t have a choice, when your daddy decides your butt needs whipping.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The words frightened Darla so much that she tried to writhe away even though her mind told her Mike spoke the truth when he said it wouldn’t help. With every ounce of her strength, and probably extra from the fear, she struggled against him, but she couldn’t manage to slip from his grasp more than an inch. Her naked bottom, ready for his discipline, still rose over his thigh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He put his hand on it, and Darla used her millimeter of freedom to flinch, although the touch was gentle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“This is a very special moment for you, Darla,” Mike said much more softly than she would have expected. “I know you’re scared, and you should be, because I’m going to teach you the first real lesson of your life, but I promise you’re going to look back on this spanking with gratitude. You earned a bare-bottom punishment, and you’re about to get it, just as you’ll probably get many more, before being a good girl becomes second nature to you. While I give you what you’ve got coming, I want you to think about what it means, to have your daddy take down your jeans and tan your hide because you couldn’t obey him, and then you disrespected him. Do you think you can do that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes, d-daddy,” Darla whimpered, as Mike kept rubbing her bottom. It felt like worse torture than the spanking ever could be, because it felt so good, and his words were so soothing.</span></div>
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Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-52951929928026827802015-12-15T11:42:00.000-05:002015-12-15T12:29:08.438-05:00The hotness of the Annunciation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This Sunday, the fourth Sunday of Advent, many churches, including mine, will remember Mary, the mother of Jesus of Nazareth. Specifically, we'll read and think about the event called the Annunciation: the sending of the angel Gabriel to Nazareth to tell Mary she would bear God's son, and call him Jesus. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'm going to do this as tastefully as I can, and it's not my intention to shock you, but I want to write about how incredibly hot the Annunciation is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">From the Gospel according to Luke:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And Mary said, "Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word."</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">From a medieval antiphon called <i>Alma redemptoris, </i>traditionally sung during Advent, Christmastide, and Epiphanytide:</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Gracious mother of our redeemer</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">forever abiding heaven's gateway…</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In my darkest, most difficult struggles with my submissive sexual orientation, when I thought I must go to Hell at last, there to be burned with unquenchable fire, because I could not stop wanting to submit and to be punished for my wickedness and at last fully enjoyed by a power greater than I, I looked to the Annunciation and thought, <i>There is hope</i>.<i> Mary submitted, and received, as I wish to submit and to receive.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The whips and paddles and firm hands in discipline I got from the monastics.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Holy Advent to you, dear reader.</span><br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm6zf2kJuNo/VmAnvARUDsI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/-35FYTcq04Q/s1600/assignedadaddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm6zf2kJuNo/VmAnvARUDsI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/-35FYTcq04Q/s320/assignedadaddy.jpg" width="213" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Here's a little excerpt from <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Assigned-Daddy-Emily-Tilton-ebook/dp/B018WS0IIK/tage=ebet-20" target="_blank">Assigned a Daddy</a></i> that to me embodies some of the same ideas, though </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">your mileage may well vary. It's from early in the story, when Mike makes his "annunciation" to Darla of what she can expect in the Daddy's Naughty Little Girl program.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“You don’t wear a bra, sweetheart?” Her perfect little breasts were even more pert than her bottom, if that was possible, with sweet brown nipples just about the size of a quarter. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She looked at him bashfully. “No, daddy. My breasts are so small I don’t need one.” She hesitated, as if trying to decide whether to say something. Then she said, in an even more little-girlish tone, “Do I?” </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“No, sweetheart, you don’t. And you certainly won’t wear one with your pinafore. Go ahead and take your jeans off, now. Leave your panties on for a moment so daddy can see what kind of panties you wear.” </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Darla chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. “I’m not wearing panties, daddy,” she confessed. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Darla!” Mike said, genuinely—if slightly—shocked. “Don’t you know better than that? Little girls who don’t wear their panties need to learn some important lessons about taking care of their bodies.” </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“I packed all the clean ones in my bag before I got dressed, and I didn’t want to take any of them out.” Her mouth twisted adorably to the side. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Well, since you weren’t in my custody when you got dressed, I can’t spank you for it—plus you’ve got one coming anyway for the disobedience—but we’ll discuss this at tomorrow’s inspection. I can promise you that if you go without your underwear while you’re with me, whether you’re wearing grownup clothes or little-girl clothes, you’ll have trouble sitting down for a day or two.” </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“What about at night?” she asked, obviously curious all of a sudden. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“No panties under your nighty, of course,” Mike said. “But I need to tell you right away that I believe naughty little girls shouldn’t touch their pussies unless their daddies give them permission, as a reward for good behavior.”</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(With apologies to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chuck-Tingle/e/B00SF2MTYK/tag=ebet-20">the amazing Dr. Chuck Tingle</a>.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm going to start blogging again on a weekly basis. I'm taking the blog out of mothballs both because I feel like I should have a way to communicate with my readers regularly in a longer form than social media posts permit and because I think it will be fun to write some short things that start from something relatively serious (or at least non-erotic) and work their way to something hot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I feel like I more or less completed the story of the "real" Emily – you know, if you happened to be a reader of this blog in the past, <a href="http://etiltonexplorations.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-explorations-series-so-far.html">the one in italics</a> – and so the perspective I adopt going forward will be that of the ultra dirty d/S authoress you know from my more recent books, like <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Legacy-Dominance-Emily-Tilton-ebook/dp/B017Y48OAW/tag=ebet-20"><i>A Legacy of Dominance</i></a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For this post I'm going to share something even more shameful than my fantasies of anal submission: I play video games. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope that if you've been able to forgive me for all the stuff about diapers and flogging you'll be able to forgive me for my obsession with <i>Fallout 4</i>. In any case, what I want to share with you today is my growing affection for and lust after a member of the Brotherhood of Steel named Paladin Danse. Paladin Danse has taken me under his wing and sponsored me for full membership in the Brotherhood of Steel, which came with a magnificently-beaten-up set of power armor. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, though, all I wish is that Danse would pull down the metal panties that must be part of the power armor (even though of course prudish Bethesda Software refuses to put them in my inventory) and give me an old-fashioned pre-apocalypse over-the-knee spanking the next time I inadvertently hit him with a Molotov cocktail. There are so many bombed-out offices in the wasteland of the Commonwealth (the post-nuclear setting based on metro-Boston of the game) and in every one of them there is a desk that Paladin Danse could lay me over after he's spanked my naughty bottom red and, gruffly informing me that it's necessary to my initiation as a sister of the Brotherhood of Steel, enter me switfly and fuck me as only a man in power armor can do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just a thought. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another reason to write a weekly post is of course that I can tell you what I'm working on. Currently that's the seventh (or the sixth if you don't count <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Punishment-Exam-Jane-Institute-Book-ebook/dp/B00YFVLGZ8/tag=ebet-20"><i>A Punishment Exam for Jane</i></a>) book of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B012BSBJ76/tag=ebet-20">the Institute series</a>, tentatively called <i>Thoroughly Trained. </i>It has a slightly more futuristic setting than past books of the series and it concerns what can happen to a girl whose data-profile shows that she is a repressed submissive, if she lives under a regime controlled almost entirely by corporations bent on making a profit from their data-analysis – especially if one of those corporations is a spinoff of the Institute. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Among other things, unlike in past days when the Institute had to wait for girls to discover that they needed the sort of consensual nonconsent that only the Institute could provide, in the new world of corporate big data girls like Anna Greenway may be taken directly to a trainer's apartment and deflowered, and all of it perfectly legal under the corporate acts of 2045 thanks to the Institute's stunning – if secret – track record of giving submissive girls exactly what they need, even if they can't admit it until after the fact.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Also, I might as well mention my new book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Assigned-Daddy-Emily-Tilton-ebook/dp/B018WS0IIK/tag=ebet-20"><i>Assigned a Daddy</i></a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After eighteen-year-old Darla Hawkins is caught shoplifting, she is sentenced to spend six months in the custody of former marine colonel Mike Beckwith, who will act as her daddy and disciplinarian during that time. Mike is more than ready to be as firm as necessary, and when Darla doesn’t obey him promptly during their first meeting he wastes no time in baring her bottom, pulling her over his knee, and spanking her until she’s a very sorry little girl. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Darla quickly discovers that a spanking is far from the most humiliating punishment Mike is prepared to employ when she fails to do as she is told, and before long she has lost the privilege of wearing big girl panties. Her daddy putting her in diapers is more embarrassing than anything she has ever imagined, yet to her shame it also leaves her intensely aroused. Her shame only increases when Mike decides that some very special training is required to deal with her repeated disobedience, and she soon learns that even her most intimate places belong to her daddy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Though his disciplinary techniques frequently leave her with blushing cheeks and a sore bottom, Mike’s caring guidance and loving attention help Darla blossom in a way she never could have before, and she grows closer to him with each passing day. But will she be left on her own when her sentence is completed, or will her daddy find a way to keep his little girl at his side forever? </span>Emily Tiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00536293416359753427noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737227088391913021.post-8929687231918287992015-08-21T23:00:00.000-04:002015-08-22T06:49:22.792-04:00A simple spank, in a very complex context #SatSpanks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>I apologize for my absence over the past few weeks! I'm thrilled to announce my new book, </i>Bound and Initiated<i>, from which this passage comes. Hopefully you'll be able to figure out basically what's going on here, and that will make you want to figure out </i>why <i>it's going on…</i><br />
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</i> On and on, and now her jaw ached more, even without the ring gag. The thrusting, and his little noises of pleasure, and the whip on her bottom, telling her she must accept what her pater gave her.<br />
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Then he dropped the whip, to her astonishment, and withdrew from her mouth. He bent down over her and his right hand — the hand that had held the whip, gave her a simple spank, right in the middle of her bottom.<br />
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Sarah yelped, but then, immediately, that hand began to rub, and its fingers to push in roughly between her thighs from behind, and Sarah started to cry out with the forced pleasure.<br />
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"Oh, God," she whispered, and gave a moan that sounded just like a dove's to her ears.<br />
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"Come now," Robert said in her ear. "Come right now, Sarah."<br />
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