Buying His Mate: New sci fi BDSM!

In the years since the rich and powerful abandoned their planet, society on Earth has all but disintegrated. But there is one thing that those who left Earth behind still need from their old home, and in return for sustenance and protection the remaining humans of Earth have offered their women as mates to those who wish to claim them. 

Despite her best efforts to avoid her fate—efforts which only earn her a hard, bare-bottom spanking—when the time for her inspection arrives eighteen-year-old Gretchen soon finds herself stripped naked for a humiliating, intimate examination in front of an audience intent on evaluating her as a potential mate. 

Martin Lourcy was attracted to Gretchen from the moment he set eyes on the beautiful young woman, but it is her body’s helpless arousal during her examination which convinces him that he must have her. But Martin wants Gretchen not only as his mate, but as his something more, something his society no longer allows a man to have. He wants her as his wife. 

After buying the right to take Gretchen home with him, Martin marries her in secret, but soon he is faced with an unexpected dilemma. Though he is wildly in love with his new bride, his position affords him the power to use her in any way he desires and his lust for her pushes him to dominate her ever more harshly. Yet when he strives to treat her gently, she rebels, and he is forced to wonder if everything his society taught him was wrong. Could Gretchen truly not only want, but need her husband to master her and take her as hard and as often as he sees fit? 

Publisher’s Note: Buying His Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, exhibitionism, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Happy birthday, Adaline Rain!

Most of those engaged in the enormous group spanking of the wonderful Addy have known her much longer than I. But even as a relative newcomer, I'm overjoyed to have the privilege to be part of that crew.

Happy birthday, Addy! Here's a smack from me! (You know, of course, that I could provide something much more severe, but I think I'd better not, seeing as you have so very many smacks coming!)

Love,
Em

Eleanor of Aquitaine, kinkster

One of my favorite parts of writing Her True Lord's Claim was putting my own spin on Eleanor of Aquitaine's famous courts of love, one of the most important imaginary expressions of what would forever after be known as "courtly love."

In the solar waiting for the queen were Eleanor’s lady-in-waiting, Claire de Lussac, Sophie, the lady of Chauvigny, and Sophie’s own lady-in-waiting, Berenice de Charente. 

“Quite a little court, as you see,” said Eleanor with a gentle smile. “Ladies, I have brought Sir Nele hither because his face betrayed him when my dear boy Richard rallied him about a lady. It appears that Sir Nele has refused the duke a tale of love. We all know Richard, so we all know what sort of story he really seeks of you, Sir Nele, and so I have no doubt that you do right not to tell it. But I also divine that you have some purpose in view—perhaps, if I may judge from your demeanor, a very noble purpose—and you fret yourself that perhaps if you told the duke your story you might achieve it. Do I miss the mark?” 

Nele’s eyes went wide. “No, your majesty. You have found out my worry exactly.” 

Eleanor looked back at the rest of her little court, who were all smiling at Nele. Lady Sophie was a beautiful raven-haired woman of about forty, and the two ladies-in-waiting were in their thirties, and equally lovely. Nele felt a little light-headed. 

The queen turned back to him. “Come then, Sir Nele. In your most elegant terms, if necessary—the terms that would make my son Richard grow wrathful that you did not tell him those wicked things he really wished to know—tell these ladies and me the tale.” 

Nele hesitated for a long moment. Should he reveal to the queen the secrets that he had intended only to disclose to her son? Eleanor had fame for her wisdom, but also for her wrath when crossed. Was the queen then not precisely the woman to help him? For surely she would grow wrathful at Guy de Freche? 

“Your majesty,” he began. “I am not the son of Hugues de Chail.” 

“Of course you’re not,” said Eleanor impatiently. “You’re the heir of Lourcy and Mercester. I thought that was understood.” As Nele gaped, the queen turned to the other ladies. “He was sent to Chail to protect him from the Freches.” They nodded sagely. Eleanor continued, “And he had to deliver his cousin Anne of Mowton to her abominable, though devilishly handsome, husband, Guy de Freche.” 

“Is he the one…?” asked Sophie, her eyes wide and a strange look upon her face, as if something had both fascinated and horrified her at once. 

“The brothel in Messina, yes.” 

“With the whipping post?” 

“Indeed,” Eleanor said dryly, “that’s the one I mean. Many’s the time I wished Louis had simply taken me there and left me.”

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Her first glimpse of a real man

In case you're on the fence about this one because you think I can't do medieval romance, along with all the medieval BDSM. . .

Now the girl who had to go closer and closer to the alien figure was Anne herself, and the distant sounds of metal and squeaking leather that the real men seemed to emit grew closer and closer. Anne could not raise her eyes from the smooth stone of the floor over which Sister Marie led her toward the boots at the other end of the convent’s entrance hall, from which Anne could see that legs rose, but no more unless it were the hint of a red silk surcoat. 

“My lord,” said Sister Marie. “I bring you Anne of Mowton.” 

“I thank you, sister,” said a deep voice—much deeper than Father Boaz’. “Anne of Mowton,” the voice said, and now Anne could not help looking up at its owner, because in the words—in the very pronunciation of Anne’s own name, there seemed to be a world opening up before her. This new realm seemed so strange as to make her heart beat very fast, but it seemed also the first new thing to happen to her in twelve years. 

Anne didn’t count as new the unpleasant realities of the monthly blood that had come upon her late, at fifteen, and the scarcely less troubling, if more gradual, blossoming of her body under the voluminous pupil’s dress that was closer to a sister’s habit than it was to the court traveling gown she now wore. All the older pupils, many of them Anne’s friends, had gone through those same changes before her, and thus they could hardly have seemed very new, even if to have them occur to Anne herself could be said at least to have been different. 

Still less did she count the news of the deaths of her father and brother. Nearly all the pupils had lost relations, very many of them relations as near and dear as the ones Anne had lost. 

No, what happened to Anne then was new. 

Anne saw a face of astonishing beauty—of a beauty astonishing above all because it felt wrong to think of the face’s appearance as beautiful. The long fair hair that fell to the man’s shoulders, which would have seemed lovely or adorable on a girl, seemed in the company of the precise, strong angles of the slightly ruddy face that peered into Anne’s eyes with its own sky-blue ones, to call up in her mind not words like lovely and adorable, but rather words like strong and brave. 

How could it be thus? It could only appear so to her, Anne supposed, because she knew that this was a real man, and the other girls and even the sisters defined what it meant to be a virtuous maiden by reference to what men did to keep virtuous maidens safe and sound, managing their households well and seeing to the pleasant things of life. 

So the effect of the man’s beauty on Anne was to make her blush, as she could not imagine blushing in the presence of something she would have called ‘beautiful,’ like an altar-piece or a statue of a saint, or a pretty friend. She cast her eyes down again just as quickly as she had raised them, and even before he had said, “I am so well pleased to meet you that I can scarcely express it.”

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'Tis here! Her True Lord's Claim #SatSpanks

If you seem to recall a slightly different title for this one, perhaps you were living in a parallel universe. . . (Yes, the title changed, but let's just pretend it was always Her True Lord's Claim.)

Anyway, are you like me? Do you wonder all the time whether famous historical figures were really spankos?

"Enough," said the queen imperiously. "We are here to judge in the matter of Nele de Lourcy and Anne of Mowton. Sir Nele, when you had your leman's bottom, did she like it?" 

Nele closed his eyes, trying to discover how he felt. Then, unable even to begin to find that out, he opened them and said, "I believe she did, your majesty." 

"Did you spank her, at all?" 

At the memory, Nele felt his cock begin to stir. "I am afraid I did, your majesty." 

"There is nothing to fear," said Eleanor. "Were you perhaps surprised that Anne seemed to enjoy being spanked?"

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Visual inspirations for spanking stories: "when I choose"

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

The day Mary forgot about the party, David came to the school where she taught high school English, and bent her over one of her students' chairs, and spanked her. He began with her panties still on, and punished her that way for a few minutes.

He had made her take off her grey skirt, of course, there in her classroom, but getting Mary's bottom nice and red before he bared it completely was important to him. Mary needed to feel that David, as her husband, had the right to spank her any way he wished, if he should decide that she needed to feel his firm hand.

And anywhere--for example, in her own classroom, when he found her there grading papers when she had promised to be home to get ready for the party.

David couldn't deny that to make Mary bend over a student's chair and present her naughty rump for punishment in the polka-dot panties he liked so much took some of his anger away. He still had enough left, though, that he wanted to make sure she remembered this spanking. As he took down the polka-dot panties he watched Mary kick her foot and heard her whimper in shame and fear at the thought that she would now have the rest of her spanking on the bare.

"Please, David," she said, "I've had enough. I'm sorry. Please don't take down my panties."

"I think not, darling," David said. "I'll take down your panties when I choose."

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Diapered polygamy, in tribute to Raya #Taboo2sday

Last week, Raya made my heart very glad with a lovely snippet from her story Diaper It, from the ultra-delicious Finishing School series. I need to share in kind.

After "Water Time," once the junior-wife was in her clean diaper, the continence-session could begin, and the shape of it was simple and elegant. She must wet that clean diaper in the presence of her husband and her senior-wife. Barbara also recommended that she be gagged with her own panties, so that when the time came for her to wet her diaper she would have to attract her husband's and senior's attention by childish tugs at the arm and gestures pointing at her diapered bottom; Barbara instructed the husband and senior to pretend not to understand, to increase the effectiveness of the lesson, and above all not to allow the junior to wet her diaper just when she wanted, but to make her wait, as a help to her in realizing the pleasure she could have in her submissive need to display her body as the property of her husband. Too, she advised that the girl be led back to the bathroom, and made to look at the toilet while she wet herself, while husband or senior caressed her through the diaper as she peed. 

Then, the girl with the wet diaper was made to do one or more household chores, still wearing the wet diaper. Vacuuming was a favorite choice, since it made the girl move around publicly clad only in the diaper. Finally, after an hour or so, usually, she was allowed to go back to the bathroom and clean herself up, though it was rare that her husband did not claim the privilege of watching her at this task, and then of putting her over the trestle for another stern lesson with cock or paddle or both. For purposes of especially severe discipline, Barbara recommended a caning or a whipping at this point, as the girl was generally well disposed to receive chastisement submissively and attractively then. On less severe occasions, she was of the opinion that a night in the senior-wife's bed could be salutary after a continence lesson, as juniors tended to be very eager to please their seniors and could often be taught new ways of pleasuring them, or at least seduced into kissing puss for hours on end.

Hmm. I guess I didn't reveal what "Water Time" is. You'll just have to read the Omnibus! 
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One of the naughty Victorian bits

I thought I'd celebrate the arrival of the Omnibus and Part 2 with a caning by the Prince of Wales, Bertie aka Edward VII.

"Now Mrs. Wilkes," said his Highness, "you must understand, of course, that I need not find a specific pretext upon which to cane you, since as a Knight of the Garter it is my prerogative to exercise rights of discipline upon any lady in the realm; this particular right may be one of which you have not been made aware?" 

"I can hardly say it surprises me, your Highness," I replied calmly. 

"As I say, then, I need not find a pretext. But it is also important that you gain the improvement from this chastisement that such chastisement must always be directed towards procuring. I do not cane young ladies unless it be for their own good." 

I was successful, at this, in suppressing a smile. I could not imagine Edmund making any similar declaration. Indeed, one of his favorite things was to punish me for no reason whatsoever except the general naughtiness of my air. Nor, on such occasions, did he say anything about the possibility of my being improved--that is, I suppose, being relieved of some of my naughtiness--by the process. It would be especially interesting to learn how the prince would move from improving me by the application of the cane to enjoying me--always assuming of course that such enjoyment made a part of his plans. It is very wanton of me I suppose, but although I blush to confess it I must say that the charm of his royal authority was working its aphrodisiac magic upon me. His Highness was a relatively handsome man, but much more importantly he demonstrated, in every insouciant gesture and naughty word, the extremity of his temporal power. I found that my loins were responding to this power in ways I had not imagined they might. 

"We must, then," he continued, "discover why it is you shall now be caned. Have you perhaps anything to confess?" 

I could of course think of many things, but his Highness did not leave me space to confess them, but continued, growing almost comically stern in his manner, "For instance, I very much suspect that you are the kind of girl who is unable to resist the temptation to touch her private part from time to time." 

My body knew its role. I blushed deeply. Something in his manner made me suspect that the scene would go better if I remained mute.

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The spanking of her life #SatSpanks

My heroine in the naughty book that came out yesterday, Her Daddy, Her Dom, and Her Doctor, knew going into her multi-day punishment that her backside would pay a heavy price. She didn't know how heavy it would be.

Oh, how Natalie feared that paddle. Sometimes, when she thought about it at night, falling asleep alone as she usually did mid-week, she decided she hated it, but she knew how false it would be to believe that. She loved it--or she loved knowing that Adam had used it on her, and she had come through, and that he would use it on her again, someday. 

But, unambiguously, she feared it. To be told that he would paddle her with it so severely that she wouldn't sit comfortably. . . well, as arousing as it was, she had almost said "Red." 

Now as he hit her upturned bottom with it, over the little bench which had only the slightest bit of give in its padding so that her poor cheeks took almost all of the considerable force Adam mustered she again considered using her safeword. 

He paddled her in the middle of her rear end, over and over, at the start, until that spot felt like she had sat on a stove. Adam had told her many times that he judged his spankings by the color he turned a girl's bottom, and so she always tried to keep from making noise as much as she could, as a point of pride, but now she cried out like a little girl over a parental lap. 

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Natalie's three Daddies plan her punishment: Her Daddy, Her Dom, and Her Doctor

I suppose, if I really want you to pre-order this book, I have to give you a good reason. Well, I think I can: read the blurb, then read the excerpt. I don't mean to boast, but I'm pretty sure this is the hottest prologue I've ever written, despite it only being a promise of hotness to come. I'm hoping you'll want to be sure you have the book as soon as it releases Friday!

Twenty-two-year-old Natalie has three dominant men in her life. Tom, her daddy, spoils her even while making sure her bratty behavior is dealt with firmly over his knee. Dan is a doctor whose intimate examinations always leave Natalie blushing… and begging for more. And last there is Adam, the dom who gave Natalie her very first spanking and who still holds a special place in her heart. The only problem is that none of the men know about one another, and Natalie is afraid they will all leave her if they find out the truth. 

When they discover that Natalie has been dishonest with them, there is only one solution: she must be taught a lesson. The men bring Natalie to a beautiful island resort, planning to give her a memorable stay. She’ll have three days of fun in the sun, but also three days of harsh punishment with each man taking his turn, and then on the final day Natalie will learn what it is like for a naughty girl to be thoroughly punished by her daddy, her dom, and her doctor all at once. 

Publisher’s Note: Her Daddy, Her Dom, and Her Doctor is an erotic novel that includes spankings, age play, medical play, anal play, BDSM, sexual scenes including a foursome, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Really, none of it was Natalie's fault, Adam knew. Any reasonable person--and Natalie's three daddies were all reasonable men--could see that. Although she would end up thoroughly punished if they had anything to say about it, they all knew that she had never set out to submit to three men at the same time. Hopefully, being thoroughly punished would prove the best part for her in the end, and it was obvious to Adam, and to Dan, and to Tom, that really having three daddies had simply happened to her for reasons she didn't quite understand, and certainly couldn't have controlled.

Adam's theory on the matter, at least for now, as the three of them settled down around the coffee-table in Dan's sumptuous living-room to plan Natalie's punishment, was that when he had brought out her submissive side three months earlier she had begun to radiate submissive signals. Adam believed that all dominant men had a sort of attunement to those signals, whether or not they--or the submissives sending them--knew it.

Because Natalie had just started to live that part of her identity in her play-sessions with Adam, she most certainly didn't know that when a lovely young woman--twenty-two, petite, with long auburn hair and blue eyes--cast her eyes to the floor with a blush upon meeting them, and giggled when they said something like "naughty girl," would attract the kind of dominant man she had always longed for but had never before known how to get.

"I think," he said to Tom, 5'10 or so, with sandy hair and handsome in a sort of teddy-bearish way that suited his daddy-babygirl ageplay tendencies perfectly, "when she met Dan, after she'd only been playing with me for a couple of weeks, and then met you a week after that, she probably thought heaven had decided to pay her back for having to wait so long to find even one dominant guy."

Tom laughed. Dan, the oldest of the three of them, and the most prosperous from his private practice as an orthopedic surgeon, called from the bar, where he was making martinis, "And she probably thought that fate might make sure she went for another twenty years before she met another one." At 6'3",  Dan was also the tallest of them, lean as a rail, with the hair going grey at blonde temples the only sign that he had passed 40. His aristocratic bearing, together with his medical training, never let you forget that he could take charge of any situation if necessary.

Adam succeeded--he thought--in concealing his completely-uncalled-for irritation. Clearly Tom and Dan had taken the idea of sharing Natalie much more in stride than he had. I brought out her submission: she's mine, a voice kept whispering. Adam knew he had to quell that voice.

"I'm sure," Tom continued, still laughing, "that the way Natalie sees it she almost has an obligation to herself, and to us."

"To do what?" Adam asked, curious.

"To submit to us, I guess. If karma is going to send her three daddies, how can she refuse? And she never made any pledges of exclusivity, right? To any of us?" Tom could sometimes slip into accountant-speak--"pledges of exclusivity" had the ring of the ledger, Adam thought.

But Tom was right, of course. "Nope, not at all," Adam said. "And she warned me once that she's not ready to make more of a commitment than to see me again." Yes, she warned me, he thought with a hint of bitterness. But I didn't see it coming.

"Why should she have told us about each other, and hurt us needlessly?" Dan said, bringing Adam and Tom's martinis over to the coffee-table.

"Is what she must have thought, yeah," Adam said. "But."

Dan nodded. "But."

Tom chuckled. "Her butt has to pay."

Dan snorted. Adam groaned.

"Just to be clear," Dan said, sitting down with his own martini, "none of us is angry with Natalie, right?"

Adam took a deep breath. Angry, no. Hurt, yes. He shook his head. Tom said, "Nope. I can't imagine being angry with her, frankly."

Dan chuckled. "Me either. Our Natalie is such a sweetheart."

Tom grinned. "Actually, that's how Adam and I figured out what was going on. He was telling me about this scene he played with her, and how she got really turned on when he started to move things into ageplay a little."

"It was the candy thing that tipped us off," Adam said. "She's got a sweet-tooth the size of Manhattan, and, well, she said this really dirty thing that turned me on incredibly--and it turned out she says it to Tom, too."

"What was it?" Dan asked, with a mischievous smile.

Tom laughed, "She kneels down in front of you, and says 'May Natalie please have her special candy now?'"

Dan gave a little snort of laughter.

"And then if you tell her she can, she unbuckles your belt and takes down your pants and underwear with this angelic smile on her face, and. . ." He coughed, looking embarrassed.

Adam laughed. "If we're going to do this thing, we probably need to get comfortable talking about this stuff. It's probably easier for me as a professional dom, but we all should try to be forthright. What Tom means to say, Dan, is that Natalie sucks his cock like its the sweetest peppermint stick on earth, and, while she does, she keeps talking about how sweet it is, and how she wants her daddy to put it everywhere, and if you do a 69 while she's having her special peppermint stick she'll come over and over--especially if you tell her what a good girl she is."

Tom nodded, a little sheepishly. "Like you said. Our Natalie is a sweetheart."

"And yet," Dan said, "it was something almost the opposite of that that tipped Adam off in my case, right?"

"Right," Adam said, turning to Tom, to explain. "She likes the sterner stuff, too."

"And medical play," Dan said. "I caned her for playing with herself, like some old Victorian family physician, and she loved it, even though I took it pretty far with the examination and then with the punishment. She must have come five or six times while I was, well, let's call it examining her for signs of immodesty."

"And she said something else that seemed like it had to be the same girl," Adam continued, "when she was talking about playing with herself. She called it 'playing in my secret garden'."

"Really turned me on," Dan confessed. "So it seems like part of what's going on here is that Natalie has a range of cravings, when it comes to her submission. I'd like to think, of course, that I could meet all those needs, but I have to admit to the possibility that I couldn't. I'm not an ageplay guy, for example."

"And I'm not a medical guy," Tom said with a little fake shudder that made the other two laugh.

"It's true, as far as it goes," Adam said, thinking about how much it cost him to admit it, "that if Natalie wants to submit to three men, she should give it a try."

"But not without telling them," said Dan with finality.

"It ends up in dishonesty," said Tom, nodding. "She definitely needs a lesson in being completely honest. And unfortunately for her adorable little backside, I think we're the daddies to give it to her."

 

A formal caning, before the governors #SatSpanks

Late in The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls, all three pupils of the school receive a very formal, very severe caning from Mr. George, the school's janitor.

It was rare that a term would unfold without an obvious infraction like Lara's attempt to send a coded message, around which the beginning of what Dr. Scott called "the viewing season" could be arranged. In such cases, something could always be trumped up, however: the previous fall the girls had been caned for not working diligently enough on their essays. The infraction didn't matter, really--the formal punishment was the important thing.

Tonight the governors would see Dr. Scott's girls for the first time, and each would begin to decide whether and where they might fit into his future plans. In other words, over the next few weeks of the viewing season, the wealthy men and women of this little enclave would be thinking about how much to bid at the Sunset Harbor Ball in December.

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The headmaster's study: #Taboo2sday

This taboo may be such old hat that we don't even think of it as taboo, but the "sacredness" of the teacher/pupil relationship is what I think gives such power to fantasies of its lines being crossed.

"Miss Dane," he said, "before we can discuss your studies, we have a rather serious matter to deal with." 

"Sir?" 

"Mrs. Lomond happened to be outside the door of the dormitory last night, and heard some strange noises. She investigated, as was proper, looking in through a special window, and detected you in what appeared to be the same kind of pursuit that led to your being sent to Sunset Harbor." 

Rachel bit her lips as she looked down at the carpet. 

"Miss Dane, I strongly advise you to be honest with me. Do you deny Mrs. Lomond's report that you touched yourself in bed last night?" 

"No, sir," Rachel said, her face turning a lovely bright pink.

Perhaps I'll keep sharing this scene on Tuesdays, for a bit?

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Naughtiness, fully rewarded: The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls

Here's the cover! I think the girl must be Frederica, though Frederica usually wears her hair in braids.

Here's the blurb:

Dr. Martin Scott, a dominant with the dream of teaching young women to explore their submissive natures, has decided to use his considerable fortune to found a unique school at Sunset Harbor on the remote Caribbean island of Saint-Stephane. With the help of his duenna Cassandra Lomond, he trains three eighteen-year-olds every Fall term. Along the way Dr. Scott, Mrs. Lomond, and their island janitor Mr. George enjoy the girls' developing submissive charms to the fullest, while in the classroom the girls study classics like Fanny Hill and Story of O. 

Now Rachel, Frederica, and Lara, have arrived at Sunset Harbor, sent by their parents with the notion that Dr. Scott can cure girls' wantonness with regular applications of old-fashioned bare-bottom discipline. What trials and delights await the girls? For what does Dr. Scott ultimately train his girls'? What, really, is the purpose of the Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls?

Here's how it starts:

Martin Scott, Ed.D., looked with satisfaction at the files open, each in its own window, on the computer desktop displayed on his enormous monitor. Rachel, Frederica, and Lara would all do very nicely for this fall term. 

Martin turned from the computer screen to contemplate Sunset Harbor, the most perfect place in the universe as far as he was concerned. Just below his window, the coral cliff fell thirty feet to a slender beach with powder-fine coral sand. Beyond lay the harbor, just enclosed enough to keep the big waves from breaking hard on the private beaches of the twelve houses nestled around it, one of them Martin's villa--now the Sunset Harbor School for Girls. The sailing yachts rode calmly at anchor, and Martin looked forward to an afternoon on the water, after he had mailed the girls' parents to let them know that he had accepted their daughters for a semester they would never forget. 

Twelve houses on Sunset Harbor, on the little island of Saint-Stephane, and all of them occupied by men and women who shared Martin's belief that when a girl demonstrated the irregular desires Rachel, Frederica, and Lara had demonstrated, the best thing for her was to come to Sunset Harbor School and learn to serve the lusts of a man like Martin. How else could such girls attain to the bliss that awaited them as full members of this unusual community, than by careful study with Dr. Scott? 

By the same token, Martin endorsed the rather different, but equally erotic--and equally diverting--activities of his neighbors along the beach. The little community's governing board met twice a year to make sure all their activities were legal, but one of the nice things about having as much money as the residents of Sunset Harbor had was undoubtedly that various activities that might have an unfortunate appearance in the absence of large sums of currency, wired discreetly to newly set-up Swiss bank accounts, took on a hue of complete respectability once the papers were signed. 

For one very apposite example, Rachel, Frederica, and Lara. In the late stages of their education at Martin's school, they would be fully informed of the prosperity that awaited them should they continue their studies. They would also be informed at key moments that Martin's private jet stood ready to take them home to their families, if they chose not to continue. Martin placed the utmost importance on the silence he, and his girls, would in general maintain with regard to the matter of whether they found the things they underwent entirely to their liking: the function of the money in the transaction might be in the first instance to make the whole affair consensual, but from an erotic and psychological standpoint its true function was to ensure that Martin did not have to ask whether one of his pupils wanted to be thrashed, or taken to the headmaster's rooms for a long evening of pleasing the headmaster. When it was time to cane Lara, or fuck Rachel all night, or enjoy Frederica's bottom for the first time, Martin would simply give the necessary commands, and have his way, all the time teaching his girls about their bodies, and about their needs. 

Martin reviewed the files. 

Rachel Dane, 5'3" with black shoulder-length hair and brown eyes, had been caught masturbating in the shower, by her mother, who had innocently come in to find a towel, and had seen her eighteen-year-old daughter, oblivious to her mother's presence, engaged in the wicked practice: her fingers at play between her thighs and her breathing harsh and gasping with pleasure. Hauled out of the shower and made to touch her toes, still naked and dripping, Rachel had been spanked with the bath-brush until she could barely stand the touch of her cotton panties on her tender bottom-cheeks. Then Rachel's mother had gone to the computer to find special schools that could help her daughter return to the path of virtue. 

Frederica Hilhorst, 5'5" with blonde hair in two long braids and bright blue eyes, had been seen giving her boyfriend a blowjob in her bedroom, by an observant next door neighbor who spied the forbidden act through the upstairs window. Frederica's father had put his eighteen-year-old daughter over the old spanking stool and taken his belt to her bare backside for a good ten minutes. Then he, too, had found Martin's school on the 'net. 

Lara Jenkins, 5'7" with short chestnut hair and hazel eyes, had merely confessed, unwisely, to her family doctor, that she was troubled by her burgeoning sexuality, and had watched a porn video on the 'net once. The confidence was betrayed, of course, and Lara, despite her advanced age of eighteen, had gone over her father's lap with her pants down, and received the family paddle upon her bare bottom until she screamed that she had learned her lesson and would never disobey a family rule again. Mr. Jenkins, also, had emailed Martin beseeching him to reform Lara. 

The item of which the parents felt most confident, of course, was Martin's promise not to spare the rod when it came to correcting their daughters' behavior--above all, of course, their immodesty. Martin imagined that even now they were telling Rachel, Frederica, and Lara that they must set their minds at rest: no shameful behavior of any sort would be tolerated at Sunset Harbor School. What those parents did not know--what even the girls themselves had almost certainly barely as yet guessed--was that their daughters yearned for the kind of training Martin would give them. The extensive questionnaires that had made part of the application process had let him determine that fact beyond a doubt, the tell-tale sign in every case being that each girl had also been caught playing with herself after a spanking, which the parents, being themselves terribly repressed, considered shocking and very much in need of the kind of attention Martin Scott, Ed.D., assured them he could provide. 

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Visual spanking story analysis: apparatus

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

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

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

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: apparatus

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

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

It read:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Picture via DD Machinery.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here's the blurb!

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

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

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex among M's), FFFf, ffff, anal, spanking, exhibitionist sex athletics. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.

Emily's Journey Home: Cover Reveal!

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

UPDATE: Buy Emily's Journey Home here!

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

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

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

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

"And here they come," said Frank. 

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

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

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

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

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex among M's), FFFf, ffff, anal, spanking, exhibitionist sex athletics. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.

What Emily is up to, for 9 July 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

UPDATE: Buy Emily's Journey Home here!

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

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

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

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMMf (no sex among M's), FFFf, ffff, anal, spanking, exhibitionist sex athletics. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-what? What’s the…” 

“Do it now, Jenny.” 

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

“Open it,” Frank commanded. 

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

Inside the package was a ball-gag. 

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

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

Here's the blurb:

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

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

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

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