Visual spanking stories analysis: breakfast

(This analysis concerns yesterday's story.)

I think my little analysis with respect to this unexpected, wonderful photo should be a kind of paean to the erotic humiliation inherent in nakedness. Why should there be anything humiliating about making breakfast (or whatever "Jennifer" is doing here) in lingerie? I'm not sure I know the answer, but whatever it is must be key to what makes BDSM work for me, and maybe for others.

I've written several times about why lingerie has the effect it does; my take is that it actually makes me more naked than I would be were I actually nude--not naked in the exact sense of the word, where it's of course a synonym for "nude," but naked in the Garden of Eden "Who toldest thee that thou wast naked?" sense: when Adam and Eve were just nude, they didn't care, because, well, everyone was nude. It was only when the Knowledge of Good and Evil came to them--knowledge that comes from the hitherto hidden perspective of others--and they realized that in the eyes of someone else, whether God or the serpent, they were not covering parts that needed covering, that they became ashamed, and made the very first lingerie, out of fig-leaves.

The point of lingerie is that it has no functional purpose beyond the erotic realm (humans did without panties for many thousands of years; I'm also obviously not talking about sports bras). When the principal flow of one's libido is along the lines of dominance-and-submission, and the erotic realm is always about some degree of power-exchange, the moment of shame is the same as the moment of lingerie, if we can call it that: Who told me that I was naked? Charles, when he gave me a lace thong to wear.

So, when you work the lingerie up all the way, as it is worked up in "Jennifer's" lovely outfit here, and then you add the element of traditional feminine subservience in the kitchen--as ethically repugnant as it is--you get smoking hotness. And, as you know by now about me, smoking hotness always needs a spanking.

(Photo via the marvelous Magdy Love, of the wonderful Nylon Stockings & Lingerie community on Google Plus.)

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

(Geoffrey's Rules [Mf BDSM romance] is available at Amazon!)

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: breakfast

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

The most humiliating part of the ritual that led up to a spanking for Jennifer was the household duties she was made to perform in the special punishment-uniform Leo had given her.

Early that morning, she had told Leo to go fuck himself when he told her she needed to get out of bed--though she, just the night before, had begged him to help her get up earlier. He had immediately said, "Get into your punishment-uniform, Jennifer. You're going to get a spanking after breakfast."

With her face glowing red, Jennifer had had to get out of bed, and take off her nightgown, and put on the lacy blue lingerie, and the black stockings, and the heels, while Leo watched.

Then he had said, "Go make breakfast, now, please. Before you do, please get the spanking chair and put it in the living-room, so you'll be able to see it from the breakfast table."

Standing in the kitchen, at the counter, cracking eggs, dressed only in the sexy things Leo liked to see her in when he punished her, she knew that his eyes were on her, and above all on the shapely bottom he loved to spank until it was bright red, while Jennifer cried, "I'm sorry, sir!"

Somehow, the beautiful lingerie, which would have made her feel so sexy and desirable if she wore it for him to come to bed on a Saturday night, where he might rip it off her and fuck her senseless, felt shameful here in the kitchen. The thought of the spanking made her shift from foot to foot, as the warmth grew between her thighs.

She heard Leo come up behind her, and gasped when he rested his palm upon the bottom from which he would soon strip the lacy panties. "What kind of naughty slut makes breakfast in her punishment-uniform?" he asked.

(Photo via the marvelous Magdy Love, of the wonderful Nylon Stockings & Lingerie community on Google Plus.)

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

(Geoffrey's Rules [Mf BDSM romance] is available at Amazon!)

Diapers and Oil-Changes

(We're continuing from here. Charles and I had just come up with a unique take on domestic discipline.)

Pregnancy: lucky me, with my love for anal! Really, though, it was reasonably fulfilling, but not adventurous, so we'll skip over the pregnancies. There was a LOT of corner-time, and a lot of online searching for interesting maternity lingerie (of which there's not a whole heck of a lot around, unfortunately).

I did promise to talk about diapering while diapered, but as I think about it I'm not sure how much it will interest you, really. A promise is a promise, though.

I think it probably happened four or five times from 2004 (when Chloe was born) to 2012 (when Ethan was finally out of diapers) that for one of two reasons I was diapered for a day or more: either I'd more or less requested it, just because, you know, me and diapers; or Charles had decided there was something I needed a more or less constant reminder about--like bringing my car in for an oil-change. I think that latter situation happened twice, and it was really pretty hot (especially the first time), so I'll narrate it for you.

"Em, did you get your oil changed?"

"Oh goddammit."

The last time this had happened it had turned out that a $200 brake problem had turned into a $1000 brake problem because I hadn't gotten the brakes checked, which they would of course have been if I'd remembered to get the oil changed; I'd been paddled for that--automotive affairs are one of our DD areas. As if to emphasize the source of the problem, Chloe (2) ran through the scene, bound for something dangerous, as far as could be told from the enormous grin on her face.

"Chloe's in daycare now," Charles said.

"I know, I know. There's just so much. . ."

"But."

I hung my head, and clasped my hands in front of me. "But this is important. Yes."

"That's the car that carries the most precious things in the world to me."

"Yes."

"In my office, after bedtime."

"Yes, Sir."

I was spanked with his belt over my spanking-stool. Belt-spankings, delivered on my bare bottom, have a special role as a domestic-discipline trope, and I'd like to think I would have remembered the oil-change when I felt the warm sting that tends to linger in the morning, but Charles was a bit frustrated with me, and he said, when the spanking was over, "Sweetheart, please get a diaper and meet me in the bedroom" (my lovely little room was now of course Chloe's lovely little room; in the old days, that was where I was diapered--now it was where I diapered my daughter).

I spread the diaper on the bed, thinking that it had been so long since the last time, and that I had changed so many of Chloe's diapers now, that I might not even be into it any more. Charles came into the room behind me.

"Clothes off," he growled in my ear. "Your butt on the diaper."

I was definitely still into it, I realized. I stripped off my jeans and panties, then my t-shirt and my bra, feeling like a little girl who needs a particularly nasty diaper-change (one thing Chloe did for my diaper-fantasies, both welcome and un-, was to add a lot of texture), with all the shame that accompanies it for a big girl who has done something so shameful that she must be treated like a little one.

I was just moving towards the bed when I felt Charles put his left arm around my waist from behind, and take my bottom in his right hand. He said, "I would spank you again if it wouldn't wake up Chloe, but you definitely need another reminder before we put on your diaper."

I felt his fingers working up inside the valley between my cheeks, then the middle on touching me, pushing into me.

"Oh, please," I said, "Charles, please don't."

"You're a very naughty girl," he said. "Open up now."

I whimpered and opened to his finger.

"Look at your diaper," he murmured.

I looked. Diapers were for little girls, and for big girls who had been bad. Charles' finger moved in and out. The indignity was terrible.

"Sweetheart, why am I going to diaper you?"

"Because I didn't get the oil changed," I whispered.

"Do you think that the diaper will remind you to do that tomorrow?"

"Yes sir," I said.

"How long do I need to diaper you for, do you think?" he asked.

"Just a day, sir?"

"We can start there. Now bend all the way over and put your hands on the bed. Look at your diaper while I enjoy you. You're not going to come tonight. But if you get the oil changed tomorrow, I'll reward you tomorrow night."

Thus it was that the next morning, I diapered my daughter while wearing a diaper myself. It was lovely, and the oil got changed that day too.

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


(Caroline's Rocking Horse [Mf, ageplay, anal] and The Count's Discipline [medieval, spanking, anal] are available at Amazon!)

Multiple-man night continues: Emily's Return to Smith's

New in the EXPLORATIONS series this week is Book 30, with naughty action on two fronts!

But don't take my word for it--read a wicked, wicked excerpt:

I closed my eyes for a moment, and found when I opened them that Joe had come to stand over me. "My turn," he said, and got to his knees on the carpet, then lined up his cock so he'd be able to thrust into the ring-gag. Then he got onto all fours and began to fuck in earnest. Really, this was the easiest thing so far for me: Joe just wanted to make sure he'd sampled my mouth in this humiliating posture, in which he utterly dominated me with his hairy, musky crotch. 

Nor did he finish, but instead he withdrew, and took the ring-gag off me at last, and said, "Bathroom time, sweetheart. We hear you like to play with diapers. That's good, because I like to spank girls who wet their panties, and put them in diapers to teach them a lesson."

See? Here's the blurb. Buy the book here! 

That was when I heard Susan laugh for the first time. The sound was like quicksilver, and I did not want it to end. "You are sweet, aren't you? Yes, I definitely have the advantage of you, don't I--and that's without you even knowing what our custom is when we greet girls in your position!"  

"Susan!" said Mrs. Smith. "That's simply cruel of you! Think of Emily's feelings." Now she was our governess, it seemed, helping us learn the most basic social graces. There was something delicious in being returned that way to my girlhood. "Mrs. Wilkes," Mrs. Smith continued, "Lady F--- (to whom you have not yet to be sure truly been introduced, which is the pert thing's own fault!) is referring to a naughty custom that the girls of the great drama have in greeting one another when one of them happens to be placed as you are placed. I don't think you would mind it so much, and it is not explicitly in contravention of any rule currently in effect over the two of you, so I am willing to permit it, but it would rather spoil Lady F----'s intentions if I were to tell you more, so I will ask you whether you are willing that Lady F---- should greet you as a sister of the drama."  

I was of course afire now to know what this greeting was, and no less eager to be considered a sister of this noble personage. "I am willing, Mrs. Smith."  

The 30th book of Explorations tells in parallel the stories of the middle of fantasy-Emily's night as a performance reward for three of her husband's junior colleagues and the much sweeter tale of Victorian Emily's return to the establishment of Mrs. Smith, trainer of submissive brides.
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf (no sex among the men), Ff, watersports, anal, 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. 

Quite possibly the frankest sub I know: Joelle Casteel

I'm overjoyed to welcome my friend Joelle Casteel today. I look up to her, I have to say, as a kind of guide to how to be out, as a sub, and I would love to think that one day I could live my real life the way she lives hers. Here's her bio:

Joelle Casteel has been writing for as long as she can remember. Explicit, graphic, her writing isn't for minors or the easily offended. Once upon a time, she preferred to write on a PC, sitting on a stool- there were those who told her she looked like Tori Amos playing the piano. She's still trying to get the hang of writing in an arm chair instead, normally with a heavy dog's head resting on her feet, whether she wants that or not. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality.

Joelle is the first of what I hope will be a long and marvelous series of my BDSM and spanking fic colleagues to come by on Sundays and answer what I guess I'll call "Emily's questions." You'll find the questions and her answers below.

Joelle has a free book of erotica, hilariously titled Joelle's Chaotic Collection of Screwing available at Smashwords. Check it out!

1. Why do you write?

Hm, looking at this question, all sorts of adages and quotes about writing come to mind- "because I need to write like I need to breath" for instance. Reading and writing were my escapes from a cold mother and being bullied at school. Then when I was raped and my mother somehow grew less emotionally supportive and the bullying got worse, it became ever more important. Especially once my first girlfriend introduced me to Anne Rice's BDSM fantasy, written under a pen name, oh did writing become ever so much more important. To explore worlds, relationships that are part of my daily life or my fantasies, but aren't part of the mainstream.

2. What's your desert-island fantasy? (If you were marooned on a desert-island with only a single fantasy to get off to for the rest of your life, what would you choose?)

Just my Master and I- child now an adult so we need to worry less about him- with not a single money worry and plenty of toys, lube, and nice bedding for us to enjoy. (Yeah, I know, it seems like an erotica writer should be able to come up with something better, but you did ask for my fantasy, not what I'd write :D)

3. Do you think of BDSM and/or spankophilia as a practice or as an orientation, or as something else, and what does your answer mean to you?

Well obviously this is one of those questions that really varies for everyone. For me it is an orientation. It is an essential part of my being. This is one of those things I've argued about in my work with Leather & Grace UUs for BDSM Awareness. Sure, being kinky, being "other than mainstream" isn't always an orientation for all people. Some people enjoy a little BDSM activity in the bedroom some evenings; some however want it all the time. More often than not, as long as there's no "mundanes" that mean I can't, I end more sentences than not addressed to my Master calling Him "Master."

To me, BDSM is definitely "what you make it." I think too many people make a big deal about what BDSM is or isn't. My particular BDSM includes a Master/slave dynamic where I seek to do more of what my Master wants, although I have plenty of will and "I don't want to do that!" (whatever that is lol). I run His house, 'cause it pleases Him. Not that I do perfect and plenty of days, I feel horrible 'cause I'm just not the best at housekeeping. There isn't a lot of punishment, certainly not "discipline spankings" or anything because that's just not our dynamic. I don't feel the need to be punished to enjoy sexual activity; I don't have any of the guilt that so often seems to be in much of the spanking fiction. When things are going well, there's almost daily or every other day sexual or BDSM activity.

4. Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?

The Queen, from my Vala's Story serial. He may have started off as based off my dom before my Master and no doubt some of my Master's characteristics have made their way into him, but there are ways in which he's his own person. In working with beta readers, sometimes I'll even ask "Do you think The Queen would xyz?" As I've come to know him as a character that I'm writing (and not as a birthday present for a dominant), I've seen to shaping him in ways that make him unlike the "alpha hero" that's a standard archetype in the romance and erotic romance genres. As I'm fond of saying, I don't want a cookie-cutter dominant; I want a full person who sometimes has problems.

5. Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?

Zachary Teak from Patricia Logan's books. He's all over in several of her series/serials. In fact, when I get around to writing for the blog hops (maybe for Vala's second book), I'd like for Zack and The Queen to have a conversation- in many ways, I see them as taking care of their submissives in ways that are sadly not common enough (for my liking) in BDSM erotica that I've read.

The ways of the loving servant #SatSpanks

The latest collection of my EXPLORATIONS, Books 25-28, is out at Amazon, and to celebrate I'm going to give you the fulfillment of a scene you may remember from the fall: Polly, one of Mrs. Smith's trusty girls, has been sent to sleep in Victorian Emily's room the night before her wedding, and has found Emily reluctant to don her special bridal lingerie. After the just spanking, though, something unexpected happens.

“Push your bottom out again for me, Miss.” She was whispering, and her tone was very different to what it had been. Startled, I arched my back again, as I had for the chastiser. 

And then I moaned into the gag, long and low, for Polly had decided to initiate me into the ways of the loving servant. 

She whispered again, and now I could feel her breath, as she spoke, where it made me quiver and tremble, “Oh, Miss, I just couldn’t resist, for you look so lovely down here, just the way a bride should—too good for only your husband to taste.” Polly tasted again. “And so sweet.” With her thumbs, she spread me open.

Buy the book here! Here's the blurb:

Emily's Morning: The 25th book of Explorations finds fantasy-Emily having the stern final portion of her punishment for self-abuse, while in the old notebook she has been so naughtily reading, Victorian Emily finds herself in disciplinary trouble for much the same crime. Mrs. Smith, trainer of young brides, is forced to administer a chastisement that she hopes will finally teach her newest pupil something important about her life as a submissive wife.

Emily's Fitting: In the 26th book of Explorations, fantasy-Emily, now with her husband's permission (provided she can keep herself from auto-erotic temptation) continues to read of her great-great-grandmother's initiation as a submissive bride into a Great Drama of BDSM in Victorian England.

Emily's Victorian Bridal Chamber: In the 27th book of Explorations, as the story of fantasy-Emily's connection with Prophettown gathers a frightening sort of momentum, the story of Victorian Emily's wedding-night also comes to its crisis point.

Emily, Bedded: The 28th book of Explorations tells, in parallel, the stories of the narrator's ancestress' bride-night with her dominant husband and of the beginning of the narrator's fantasy-avatar's night with three of her husband's junior-colleagues, as a prize awarded for exemplary performance.

These books of Explorations contain fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, Ff, MMMf (no sex among the Ms), FFFf, anal, spanking, 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.

My special kind of discipline: EXPLORATIONS 25-28

I stealth-released the latest collection of EXPLORATIONS last week. Now that I'm no longer completely in charge of my own release-schedule, things have gotten a bit crazy, and I just wanted it to be out there, since those books had been around quite a while. Anyway, here's a tease and a link!

Here's how it begins, after the usual frontmatter:

As he had promised, in recompense for failing to tell him about my great-great-grandmother's notebook, and for masturbating while reading it, Charles followed the terrible caning he had administered to my backside with an example of what in our household goes by the name "ass-lesson." As you may remember, I had wet the bed during my caning, and so I had to change the sheets as an extra-humiliating part of the preparation for the final part of my punishment (final for now, of course, because it seemed I still had a bathroom-punishment coming for the deception, as opposed to the self-abuse).

Finally, though, arrayed in my special white lace panties, with the special bolster used for these lessons under my hips, I awaited my husband. Sometimes Charles would spend a long time preparing my anus with various toys, but that night he was much more peremptory. He came silently into the room, while I, according to my training, kept my face to the sheet, awaiting his justice. I usually had to prepare the bed for my ass-lesson by removing all the covers--a wonderfully degrading duty in and of itself--but of course the same purpose was served on this occasion by making it up for now only with the pink fitted sheet which was now against my brow, and nose, and mouth. Then Charles simply hooked one finger into the back of my panties, and pulled them aside, and presented his lubed manhood at my rectum. 

"Let me in, you bad girl," he said, softly, and leaned forward, putting his hands possessively on the bolster, on either side of my hips. 

I gave the little sob I always seem to give when I have to let a penis go where penises shouldn't go, and pushed the way I knew bad girls who give ass push, and then my husband was where he wanted to be, to teach me a lesson about pleasure and my body, and about his lordship over me. In keeping with his displeasure about my deception and my self-abuse, he rode my bottom hard that evening. When I cried out, he said, "Take it, you bad girl. You thought you could steal your pleasure from me. Will you do that again?" 

"No!" I cried. And he came, and I was left wanting.

So what else is new? You know me, right? Here's the place to buy. And here's the blurb:

Emily's Morning: The 25th book of Explorations finds fantasy-Emily having the stern final portion of her punishment for self-abuse, while in the old notebook she has been so naughtily reading, Victorian Emily finds herself in disciplinary trouble for much the same crime. Mrs. Smith, trainer of young brides, is forced to administer a chastisement that she hopes will finally teach her newest pupil something important about her life as a submissive wife.  

Emily's Fitting: In the 26th book of Explorations, fantasy-Emily, now with her husband's permission (provided she can keep herself from auto-erotic temptation) continues to read of her great-great-grandmother's initiation as a submissive bride into a Great Drama of BDSM in Victorian England.  

Emily's Victorian Bridal Chamber: In the 27th book of Explorations, as the story of fantasy-Emily's connection with Prophettown gathers a frightening sort of momentum, the story of Victorian Emily's wedding-night also comes to its crisis point.  

Emily, Bedded: The 28th book of Explorations tells, in parallel, the stories of the narrator's ancestress' bride-night with her dominant husband and of the beginning of the narrator's fantasy-avatar's night with three of her husband's junior-colleagues, as a prize awarded for exemplary performance.  

These books of Explorations contain fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, Ff, MMMf (no sex among the Ms), FFFf, anal, spanking, 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.