Friday, February 28, 2014

Edmund surveys his bride's charms at last #SatSpanks

I hope it's no secret that I like wedding-nights.
Edmund’s hands moved from the backs of my thighs to their fronts, and then. . . then, for the first time, my lord touched the private lace of my bridal garment; with his right thumb, he traced its outline. I could not help it (and I cannot help how tiresome that phrase becomes!): I groaned with the pleasure. 
“Oh, Sir, I am sorry.” 
“Sorry? Why, my lovely bride?” Now he had the tips of the first two fingers of his left hand at the spot where the lace always slipped into the tender cleft. 
“Ohhh, Sir, please. . . I am sorry; you know my secret now; the cane cannot cure me, I am so wanton. A bridegroom deserves a modest bride.” 
“You are modest, indeed, Emily; else you would not be ashamed of the mischief I work.”
Here's the blurb, and you can click to buy the book. How convenient!
When the door of the coach had been closed by the footman, and I had waved out the window to my receding family, and then sat back, looking down at my hands, folded in my lap, I began to weep, very softly, with the sheer excess of emotion. Edmund reached over and took my hand in his. I turned my head to look into his eyes, and to my great surprise found them kindly.  
“I realize,” my husband said, “dear Emily, that I won your body with my cheque-book. It is now my fondest hope that I might win your heart with my affection. You are the loveliest creature I ever saw.” With his right fore-finger he lifted my chin, gently; he bent his head, and our lips met for the first time. His kiss was tender, but somehow commanding, too, and it made me shiver. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world today.”  
Despite myself (for you will not be surprised to hear that I had decided he was a monster, and had not been dissuaded from that view by his pleasing demeanor all that day), I was touched by his words, which seemed sincere. Given the utter invisibility of the great drama from the conventional world to one who is not party to the different reality beneath, it had not seemed strange that Edmund would be perfectly pleasant in his address when my family were present; but now, I had supposed, the next scene of the drama was to begin. I will confess that a part of me was impatient. “Why then have you degraded me in this manner?”  
In this notebook, imagined as passed down to me from my great-great-grandmother, Emily Orn continues her initiation into a great drama of BDSM in Victorian England. Under the stern instruction now of her bridegroom, Emily at last learns what it means to serve his pleasure.  
NOTE: This book comprises material previously published in the following books: Emily's Fitting; Emily's Victorian Bridal Chamber; Emily, Bedded; Emily's Shameful Ride; Emily's Return to Smith's; Emily's Victorian Honeymoon; Emily's Victorian Wedding Trip; and EXPLORATIONS: Books 25-28. I here present them as a continuous story and without the intrusion of the modern narrative of my fantasy-narrative, for readers who might be more interested in this Victorian material.  
This book of EXPLORATIONS contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, ff, Ff, spanking, mild watersports. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.  

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  1. Hey lady, love the sensuality of the snippet but I think something is wrong with your linky link.

  2. I love this snippet! They are perfect.

  3. Love the contrasting tenderness and modesty you have portrayed. And aren't you kind to re-invent your words into another tangible format for your readers... Very Nice !

  4. I love the embarrassment for what she can't help. It's lovely.

  5. Such great interactions between these two.

  6. Elegant wording. Your style is so unique, Emily.

  7. Aww. She's kinda shy about her desires. Luv!

  8. I agree w/Patricia. Your style is so unique and elegent. And oh-so-luscious!