Defloration, the BDSM way: The Bride's Ordeal

The sad reality is that one only gets to be deflowered once, and most of the time (certainly this was true for me) it's not especially memorable. That's where the power of fiction comes in, as in The Bride's Ordeal, just released!

So with a firm uxorial hand, he gave her nine more spanks in quick succession as she screamed and sobbed in shame and frustration. 

As he did so, he said, in a tone of outrage, "What did you see, you bad girl? What smut did you read? How could you, a virgin bride in a white wedding gown, be so wicked?" 

The ten spanks were over. There was a moment of quiet; then Emily gave a little whimper.

"Oh, please. . . Charles. . . oh please. . . now. . " 

He ripped off his dressing gown 

"Wh. . .what are you doing?" 

"Did you see people fucking, on your pornos?" 

She gasped. "Y--yes, sir." 

"Well, that's what we're going to do now. Get ready, Emily Tilton, because your husband is about to take your maidenhead."

And the blurb. . . buy the book here! 

As he waited for Emily to emerge from the bathroom, Charles Smith contemplated the night, and the week, ahead. He had anticipated this moment for so many weeks, in mingled expectation of her resisting his dark desires and perhaps-not-unfounded hope that she might welcome them, that he now felt the need for some reflection as to just how to bring her around to do the things he had so long fantasized requiring of her. 

The first volume of the second edition of Explorations tells the story of the BDSM wedding-night and honeymoon I always wanted, from shamefully pleasuring myself in the bathroom of the honeymoon-suite to paying a terrible price for that pleasure at the hands of my husband Charles. Mf, ff, anal, spanking. 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, ff, anal, caning, spanking. 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. 

This book is the first volume of the second edition of EXPLORATIONS. It contains a revision of material previously released as all or part of the following books: Emily's Submissive Wedding-Night; Emily's First Submission; Emily's First Spanking; Emily's Second Submission; Emily's Dark Gift; Emily's First Caning; Emily's Little Trainer; Emily, Ravished by Porn; EXPLORATIONS: Books 1-5; and EXPLORATIONS: Part 1 (Books 1-16). 

A spanko's dream wedding-night #SatSpanks

. . . or at least that's what I was trying for in the books of EXPLORATIONS that I'm re-releasing in a revised edition this week. The new title for these books is The Bride's Ordeal, and, unsurprisingly I suppose, fantasy-me is getting spanked in this snippet.

Then Charles put his hand on his bride's bottom for the first time--not with a spank (yet) but with a tender, possessive caress that suspended both of the eighteen-year old peaches on the four fingers of his right hand. It was the most heavenly thing he had ever felt. 

He squatted behind her and looked at her bottom, hardly believing that this was real: Emily's bottom, Emily's ass, presented to him. The plump little cheeks, pink with her blush of shame, the beautiful lacy thong running between them, covering her girlish secrets. It was almost too much for him, and he felt a little light-headed looking at her bottom while her face was buried in the couch cushions. 

And not just the sight, for he could tell now that Emily was wet, and he could smell her wetness, and it fired his blood as nothing in his fantasies ever had. 

But Emily cried out as if he had spanked her. 

"Ahhhh! Oh, please! Charles, please! D--don't. . ."

Blurb! Buy it here!

As he waited for Emily to emerge from the bathroom, Charles Smith contemplated the night, and the week, ahead. He had anticipated this moment for so many weeks, in mingled expectation of her resisting his dark desires and perhaps-not-unfounded hope that she might welcome them, that he now felt the need for some reflection as to just how to bring her around to do the things he had so long fantasized requiring of her. 

The first volume of the second edition of Explorations tells the story of the BDSM wedding-night and honeymoon I always wanted, from shamefully pleasuring myself in the bathroom of the honeymoon-suite to paying a terrible price for that pleasure at the hands of my husband Charles. Mf, ff, anal, spanking. 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, ff, anal, caning, spanking. 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.

This book is the first volume of the second edition of EXPLORATIONS. It contains a revision of material previously released as all or part of the following books: Emily's Submissive Wedding-Night; Emily's First Submission; Emily's First Spanking; Emily's Second Submission; Emily's Dark Gift; Emily's First Caning; Emily's Little Trainer; Emily, Ravished by Porn; EXPLORATIONS: Books 1-5; and EXPLORATIONS: Part 1 (Books 1-16). 

Read all the Saturday Spankings!

That very special first: cover-reveal plus #CorbinsBend

The cover of the first book of the second edition is a detail from Frederic Leighton's "Godspeed!"

A first spanking is a very special moment for any spanko, I think, both at the time and then later, in ever-living remembrance. I know my actual first spanking certainly was, and I tried to dramatize it for my fantasy-avatar to make it special for her, and for the reader, too.

Charles studied her downcast face where she knelt at the side of his legs, her pink-white shoulders, and saw where they were going. 

"Emily, is this your obedience?" 

She shook her head, still looking at her hands and his, in his lap. 

"Emily, if you will not tell me what I asked, there is nothing else for it. You must be punished. You must lie over the arm of the sofa, Emily, and learn a lesson." 

"Oh, Charles! Oh, sir! Oh. . . p--please. . . P--please don't. . . d--don't spank me. . ." 

"If you will not obey me, my dear, I have no choice. Now lay yourself down, and don't make a fuss. A grown-up girl like you needs to learn what happens when she disobeys her husband." 

Emily was shaking all over, but with only a slight hesitation she arose, in her pink nakedness and her lacy panties, and lay herself over the sofa-arm.

And what would a book post be without a blurb?

As he waited for Emily to emerge from the bathroom, Charles Smith contemplated the night, and the week, ahead. He had anticipated this moment for so many weeks, in mingled expectation of her resisting his dark desires and perhaps-not-unfounded hope that she might welcome them, that he now felt the need for some reflection as to just how to bring her around to do the things he had so long fantasized requiring of her. 

The first volume of the second edition of Explorations tells the story of the BDSM wedding-night and honeymoon I always wanted, from shamefully pleasuring myself in the bathroom of the honeymoon-suite to paying a terrible price for that pleasure at the hands of my husband Charles. Mf, ff, anal, spanking. 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, ff, anal, caning, spanking. 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. 

This book is the first volume of the second edition of EXPLORATIONS. It contains a revision of material previously released as all or part of the following books: Emily's Submissive Wedding-Night; Emily's First Submission; Emily's First Spanking; Emily's Second Submission; Emily's Dark Gift; Emily's First Caning; Emily's Little Trainer; Emily, Ravished by Porn; EXPLORATIONS: Books 1-5; and EXPLORATIONS: Part 1 (Books 1-16). 

And the Corbin's Bend tease. . . let's pull this from Professor John Dunn's perspective, as a co-ed tempts him beyond all reason. . .

Sitting there in his office, with Sarah, her hand still on his lap because she apparently hadn't thought to remove it, waiting for the correct moment to answer her question ("Sir. . . what do you mean?") in the wake of the incredible surge of arousal he had felt when she had actually called him "Sir," he thought back to how excited he had been when the Rector of the little parish had said "And, since you're a Head of Household, I'll need to familiarize you with our practice of penitential spanking; it usually makes sense for a new HoH to witness one of the single girls' sessions. Are you free after coffee-hour this Sunday?"

And a bonus Corbin's Bend hint. . . Happy birthday, Lazy Day!

Visual spanking stories analysis: over-lap attitude adjustment

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

I suppose there are many reasons why a submissive could find herself in this position. Certainly they don't all have to do with discipline. 

So don't get me wrong: I'll definitely settle for being in this position for any reason Charles wants. But I'd much rather have my bottom dominated the way the dominant here is doing to the character I name Gloria for disciplinary reasons.

Perhaps Charles has decided that my obedience with regard to my cell phone usage, or my correspondence, or my dedication to my continuing development as a fellatrix is wanting; perhaps I just looked at him funny. He should of course always dominate a bottom when he feels like dominating a bottom--what sort of sub would I be if I didn't desire to make sure master never lacked for a bottom to dominate?

But it's really only the transcendent erotic experience such domination can be if he makes it explicitly disciplinary; something about the basic connection of the backside to the earliest lessons we remember, perhaps?

So the essential hotness here, for me, is "Stephen's" hand on "Gloria's" bottom, with the very strong implication that his thumb is adjusting her attitude the way we anal-sub's love to have our attitudes adjusted. Add to that the pulling of the hair, the tension in the arms, and the look on her face, and you have a metlingly sexy picture. 

(If you like these stories and analyses, try the Companion to EXPLORATIONS!)

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: over-lap attitude adjustment

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

"That's the third time this month you've gone over the data limit."

"I'm sorry--it won't happen again. I promise."

"I think," said Stephen, "you're in need of an attitude adjustment. Take off your clothes. Everything but your stockings."

"Stephen, no--"

"Do you really think it's wise to disobey me, sweetheart?"

Gloria flushed, and reached behind her back to unzip her dress.

"Answer me, Gloria. Do you think it's wise to disobey me?" She looked into his eyes, and saw the answer, there.

"No, sir."

He would spank her, of course, but she knew that before he did he would adjust her attitude the way he knew she needed, with his fingers inside her bottom, and his other hand in her hair. Ashamed, but, as always, terribly aroused, she let her dress drop to the floor, then unhooked her bra and shrugged it off.

"Panties, too, Gloria," he said, when he saw her seem to hesitate. Unable to look at him, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the black lace thong, and bent to tug it down.

"Stand up and let me look at you," Stephen said. "Hands behind your head." She complied, blushing, and waited while he ran his eyes up and down her, lingering on the place between her legs that he had ordered her to keep bare, so that her little slit would have no covering when he wanted to look at it.

"Over my lap, now," he said.

After she had obeyed, there was a long pause, as he ran his hands over her back, her bottom, her thighs still in their sheer stockings. Then, suddenly, one of his hands was in her hair, pulling, not hard but authoritatively, and the other, as always, was upon her bottom, taking her right cheek in his grasping fingers, and working his thumb into the valley between the cheeks.

"Next time you get the warning about the data-plan," Stephen murmured, "what are you going to think about?"

Gloria gasped, as the thumb quested inward. "Your thumb, sir!"

"And my paddle," Stephen said grimly, and reached for it.

In the land of urolagnia, part 2

In this post I continue the story in this area that I know is a specialized interest. I'll understand if you stop reading. Feel free, though, to say to some friend you're sure shares your horror, "Did you see what that hussy Emily Tilton wrote? About the watersports?" Your friend will definitely say "Oh. My. God. She is SUCH a hussy." But, then, you never know: perhaps in the safety of her own home she may Google "emily tilton watersports." Just to see how much of a hussy I really am.

(We're continuing from here.)

I had to clean up the floor, still wearing my soaking panties, feeling that terrible, lovely sense of degradation. Charles washed his hands, then watched me, slowly stroking his hard cock. I did my best to scrub the floor with a maximum of bottom-movement, and it paid off.

"Emily," he said, in the ultra-dominant voice I very rarely hear, "take off those panties, then get in the shower and face the wall, with your hands against it."

I did as I was commanded.

"I'm about to do something I promised I'd never do, sweetheart." Then he pissed on me, from where he stood outside the shower stall, starting with my legs, and moving up, over my bottom, to the small of my back, and then down again.

There's a part of watersports that still defies the kind of analysis I've managed to do on the vast majority of my kinks. The humiliation factor is obvious on both sides of the coin--which I usually think of as the "pee-side" (submissive's bladder-control taken away) and the "piss-side" (dominant uses urine to mark submissive as degraded), but there's also the matter of the proximity of our urethras to our erogenous zones.

I guess what I've never been able to figure out is whether the actual erotic pleasure--the physical stimulation of our sex organs by the act of withholding and then releasing urine--has an integral relation to the humiliation involved or not. Or, maybe to put it another way, would we still enjoy watersports (those of us who do, I mean) if we pissed out of our elbows?

Perhaps the question makes no sense, though. We probably wouldn't have the same feelings of shame about our urine if it came out of a place other than the place that was always private and secret and had something mysterious about it, until the day we figured out that touching and being touched there could make us feel better than just about anything else in the whole world, which made the whole affair even more mysterious, but also much more important, and much more in need of being kept secret.

And when you throw toilet-training in there, and all the "Are you a big girl or a baby?" stuff that goes along with that, well I don't know why watersports isn't something more people are into, I guess, at least among those who are already BDSM-inclined. As long as you have sex and humiliation together, how can bladder-related activities not be involved? I mean, didn't you ever pee your pants as a kid, and feel that terrible humiliation?

(Actually, I had a horrendous experience with this in second grade, where I was too scared to ask to go to the bathroom. Maybe that's what did it. So everyone just needs to be extra, extra humiliated by a pee-in-your-pants incident, and then it'll be watersports all the time!)

Anyway, I did my level best to make noises that reflected that delicious humiliation that was causing my vulva to run with moisture that flowed down to meet my master's piss. The stream was over, and Charles was in the stall with me, closing the door and turning on the water. Of all the times I've wished that fucking in the shower actually worked, this was one of the most intense. But I did give him a really skillful handjob. Soap is good for that. And there was all sorts of romantic kissing and things, but you don't want to hear about that.

After we were clean, and wearing fluffy towels, we went to lie down in our bed to debrief. (Though of course in another sense, we were already de-briefed. Heh.). "Thanks, sweetie," I said as I snuggled into his chest. "Seemed like you kind of enjoyed it."

"Oh, yes."

"What's up next?" I played with the hem of his towel, trying not to get my hopes up. "Did I. . . you know. . . earn my diapers?"

He kissed the top of my head. "Yes, little girl, I think you did."

"Oh, daddy!" I said. "Thank you!"

(If you like this mode of narrative, buy the Companion to EXPLORATIONS, which is chock-full of it!)

Rebooting EXPLORATIONS. . . The Bride's Ordeal, forthcoming

I'll admit to not knowing whether this makes the slightest bit of sense, but, as promised, I'm going to do a second edition of EXPLORATIONS, divided up differently and without the confusing numbers and multiply multiple titles. Also, there will be some editorial refinements to make the whole thing a little easier to understand and digest.

Also, my eyes will definitely be green.

The first release of the second edition, in a week or so, will be The Bride's Ordeal, which corresponds to Books 1-8 of the first edition, and takes fantasy-me through my wedding-night and honeymoon, ending with the fun little Perseus and Andromeda role-play that shows that we're back home in Greenwich, being kinky. My biggest worry is that someone will buy something s/he already has, and get mad, so I'll try to label very carefully, but if you should happen to have any questions about what bits of the story can be found where, please let me know!

Here's one of my favorite excerpts from The Bride's Ordeal to whet your appetite:

The thong had a silk strap that went between my bottom-cheeks and came up against my bottom's little flower. It had a front made completely of ivory lace, and a pink bow over the place where my bare lips began. My pussy was for my husband, now. It was the kind of thought I'd had before Story of O, so I have to say in retrospect that I was by my own standards pretty obtuse not to recognize that my need for, frankly, anal domination was an existential thing. 

So the porn was porn, and although it led to me kneeling naked in front of my best friend, while she held up her tennis skirt and dared me to pull down her panties and kiss her pussy, if I was serious about us being special friends (Sarah was clearly curious but in need of reassurance that I wasn't mocking or entrapping her), and although that little scene in the shower led to a wild afternoon locked in her bedroom, the two of us naked in front of her computer as we shared our favorites and imitated the girls on the screen; although all of that occurred and I went home from Sarah's with my newly-shaved pussy feeling strange and sore in my blue cotton panties--nevertheless I wasn't going to tell Charles.

And, without further ado, the stunning revelation of. . . the BLURB!

As he waited for Emily to emerge from the bathroom, Charles Smith contemplated the night, and the week, ahead. He had anticipated this moment for so many weeks, in mingled expectation of her resisting his dark desires and perhaps-not-unfounded hope that she might welcome them, that he now felt the need for some reflection as to just how to bring her around to do the things he had so long fantasized requiring of her. 

The first volume of the second edition of Explorations tells the story of the BDSM wedding-night and honeymoon I always wanted, from shamefully pleasuring myself in the bathroom of the honeymoon-suite to paying a terrible price for that pleasure at the hands of my husband Charles. Mf, ff, anal, spanking. 

This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, ff, anal, caning, spanking. 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. 

This book is the first volume of the second edition of Explorations. It contains a revision of material previously released as all or part of the following books: Emily's Submissive Wedding-Night; Emily's First Submission; Emily's First Spanking; Emily's Second Submission; Emily's Dark Gift; Emily's First Caning; Emily's Little Trainer; Emily, Ravished by Porn; Explorations: Books 1-5; and Explorations: Part 1 (Books 1-16).