Visual spanking stories analysis: lipstick

(this analysis concerns yesterday's story)

How can it be the lipstick? And yet, it is.

The lipstick means that "Violet" is in the midst of getting ready for some occasion--in the midst of the dressing-up process. The pose of displaying her panties, as she is, would inspire a very different narrative without the idea that someone has interrupted her dressing-up.

Together with the radiant smile, it suggested to me that Violet has been a very good girl. She's happy to show off the lovely lacy panties.

In turn, the way my mind works, at least, I'm forced to think of an occasion on which Violet was not such a good girl, and of what the consequences might have been.

Finally, because her smile radiates so much warmth, I think she must be anticipating something wonderful: by now you must know that as far as I'm concerned that wonderful thing could only be a spanking.

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: lipstick

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

Quentin watched his girlfriend Violet, sitting at the vanity, putting on her make-up, her attention entirely upon her image in the mirror. He stood across the room; Violet hadn't realized he had joined her there. As usual, he pinched himself, mentally, at the sight of her exquisite face and her gorgeous flowing hair.

Quentin waited long moments, just looking. Then he said, quietly, "Panty check."

Violet stood up, slowly, at the vanity, and turned to him with a smile that more than made up for his slight disappointment that she wore the correct panties--the ones he had picked out, that he would delight to play with, later, rousing her to gasping moans as he caressed her through the lace, pulling the fabric aside at last to possess his Violet entirely.

Quentin thought of what had happened the week before at panty check: the revelation that Violet was wearing the incorrect panties--simple beige nylon instead of the red lace he had chosen; the order to lower them immediately to her knees and to steady herself against the vanity counter while he took the hairbrush in his hand. The delicious sight of Violet's bottom as it squirmed in discomfort as Quentin punished her, and the even more delicious sight of her rubbing the red cheeks with both hands when he was done.

The incredible sex afterward, with Violet still bending over the vanity, and the question, "Did you wear the wrong panties on purpose?" and the giggling answer, "I'm not telling."

Looking at Violet's lovely smile today, Quentin asked, "Why did you wear the right panties today?"

"Tonight," Violet replied, "I want my spanking to be because I was a good girl."

(Photo via Meredith Fox of the marvelous Nylon Stockings and Lingerie community on Google Plus.)

A BDSM festival play #RTKDungeonCrawl

A taste from the just-released 35th book of EXPLORATIONS, Emily's Festival!

This is how the third notebook continued. Remember that EOW was in the middle of describing the festival play at the midsummer festival of the great drama, in Rouen in 1872. 

The woman who was clearly meant to be the lady of the crusader knight who had brought the Whore of the East back to his castle rose as the whore was brought into the scene. 

"My Lord," she said, "what meaneth this strange sort of arrival? Who is this harlot, and how darest thou bring her into our home?" 

"This whore is for mine own pleasure, wife. Hussies, remove her garments, and get her over her bench of discipline, that she learn how ill it will go with her if she should question her lord's pleasures!" 

The other ladies, who seemed to be playing maids, helped their lady out of her gown, then escorted her to a bench, over which she lay, while at the same time the knight helped the Whore of the Nations up from the bench upon which she had been carried in. 

"Whore, remove my garments, and pleasure me while I beat my wife," said the knight. 

In the scene that followed, all four women felt both the rod and the staff of the knight. The placard "TERTIUM FUTUENDUM" was put up, and the audience indulged themselves: Edmund told me to get upon my knees in the grass and take his yard into my mouth, which obscured my view, of course, but the nature of the scene was clear enough. Edmund, as he always liked to do, held my head tightly and moved me up and down, enjoying, I thought, the retching sounds I made as much as the softness of my tongue and palate.

At the end of it, the whore was left alone with the lady and her maids. All were now naked; all bore the marks of the rod upon their shapely bottoms. 

"Ah, me," said the lady. "My lord hath decreed that we must do our duties naked for today. And I confess that my tender parts burn with desire for I know not what." 

"The like do mine," said the first maid. 

"And mine," said the second. 

All of them cast furtive glances at the whore, who was kneeling stage left, sitting back on her heels with her hands in her lap, looking down to where her folded hands covered her own virtue, then over to where the lady and her maids were feigning to work at the spinning wheel and the loom, stage right. 

"If only," said the lady, "there were some way that we might find release. I feel sure that I could be very kind indeed to anyone who might teach me how to soothe my aching!" 

Silently, the whore began to crawl toward them. My heart was in my throat, suddenly. Edmund's left hand had found my own virtue, and he began to work it. "Watch, whore," he whispered.

Buy the book at Amazon! Here's the blurb:

The woman who was clearly meant to be the lady of the crusader knight who had brought the Whore of the East back to his castle rose as the whore was brought into the scene.  

"My Lord," she said, "what meaneth this strange sort of arrival? Who is this harlot, and how darest thou bring her into our home?" 

"This whore is for mine own pleasure, wife. Hussies, remove her garments, and get her over her bench of discipline, that she learn how ill it will go with her if she should question her lord's pleasures!"  

In the 35th book of Explorations, Victorian Emily watches the end of the great BDSM festival-play, while in the Prophettown guesthouse fantasy-Charles enjoys the charms of five girls of refreshment. Mf, Mfffff, anal, spanking, watersports.  

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

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A hint of family ageplay #Taboo2sday

So I suppose to some extent I've been holding out where my taboo fantasies, and their written elaboration, is concerned. I've been avoiding the biggest taboo of all: (I'm whispering now, just so you know) incest. And it hasn't been because I don't have it in my fantasy-constellation. Oh, I have it. Prophettown was initially designed around it, and the original versions of the Tales of Prophettown were much, much more taboo than the ones I finally published. Here's a little taste of the kind of thing that drives me to distraction, from the new release Emily's Festival--the 35th book of EXPLORATIONS.

The date of our departure for America approaches. I am filled both with fear and excitement: I can hardly believe this strange idea might become reality. 

Oh, little diary, shall I be able to keep thee safe enough that I may write what I long to write? I must try, for I cannot keep myself from writing it. I gave myself to J last night, while E was with the lawyers in the city. He is so much that E is not. 

"Little Emily," he said, "shall you be mine?" 

"Yes, Papa," I said. 

"Then lay yourself down on your little belly. Your Papa cannot help himself, but must enjoy you." I blush to write it, diary, but I spent for J, with J's yard inside my virtue, as I have never spent for E. Then J had me kiss and suck it, and called me his good sweet girl. It made me feel such happiness that I was terribly abashed when E came home, and took me, upon my saddle, and said he was pleased I was so wet for him. 

And J is to come with us to America. I want to be unhappy about it, but I find I cannot be. To be J's little Emily awakens me in ways whereof I had never dreamt.

Buy the book at Amazon! Here's the blurb:

The woman who was clearly meant to be the lady of the crusader knight who had brought the Whore of the East back to his castle rose as the whore was brought into the scene.  

"My Lord," she said, "what meaneth this strange sort of arrival? Who is this harlot, and how darest thou bring her into our home?" 

"This whore is for mine own pleasure, wife. Hussies, remove her garments, and get her over her bench of discipline, that she learn how ill it will go with her if she should question her lord's pleasures!"  

In the 35th book of Explorations, Victorian Emily watches the end of the great BDSM festival-play, while in the Prophettown guesthouse fantasy-Charles enjoys the charms of five girls of refreshment. Mf, Mfffff, anal, spanking, watersports. 
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, Mfffff, 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.

More wonderful, taboo delights below!

Just in: Emily's (BDSM) Festival

This week I'm going to feature tastes from the next book of EXPLORATIONS, in which fantasy-Emily finally begins to get to the bottom (heh) of what's going on in Prophettown, and Victorian Emily begins her extraordinary encounter with the Prince of Wales.

The next morning we departed for Boulogne, with the intention of taking ship for Folkestone, and returning thence to town. While we were in Boulogne, breakfasting at our comfortable hotel while waiting to go aboard our ship, our table was approached by two Englishmen. I did not recognize them, but Edmund evidently did, though, for reasons I did not immediately understand, he forebore to introduce them to me. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilkes," said one of them, "please pardon the interruption, but we would like to ask you to accompany us to a meeting with a personage with whom we feel sure you would be grateful to speak." 

"We are at your service," said Edmund. We rose from luncheon. Outside the inn stood an ornate coach and four, though without any livery. 

"We shall miss the tide," I whispered to Edmund. 

The second gentleman said, "Among other things, Mrs. Wilkes, this personage is prepared to offer a much more comfortable means of crossing the channel than any ferry here--or in Calais." 

"Hush, Emily," said Edmund. "Don't fret." 

We climbed into the coach, and were driven away to the outskirts of Boulogne. There, in a small but very well appointed house, we met the Prince of Wales. 

* * * 

At that moment the phone rang in the living room of our suite. Charles picked up the receiver, and said, "Hello. . . yes, alright. We'll be down in a few minutes." 

He looked at me. "Show time," he said. "We'll listen to what they have to say, and then we can talk it over together. Sound good?" 

I nodded. I picked up the notebooks.

Aren't you proud of me? Nothing erotic in there at all! Oh, okay:

Syla kissed me tenderly on each of my inner thighs, and then gave me one last lick up and down, which made me shudder again, rocking the chair back and forth. "May I kiss your whore sir?" she asked Charles. 

"By all means." 

Syla stood up between my thighs, and put her hands on my shoulders. She bent down, and tilted her head, and kissed me tenderly on my mouth, making me taste myself upon her lips--that special tang that I knew well from licking my arousal off Charles' fingers, and, further back, off my own. "You are beautifully submissive, whore," she said, softly.

Buy the book at Amazon! Here's the blurb:

The woman who was clearly meant to be the lady of the crusader knight who had brought the Whore of the East back to his castle rose as the whore was brought into the scene.  

"My Lord," she said, "what meaneth this strange sort of arrival? Who is this harlot, and how darest thou bring her into our home?" 

"This whore is for mine own pleasure, wife. Hussies, remove her garments, and get her over her bench of discipline, that she learn how ill it will go with her if she should question her lord's pleasures!"  

In the 35th book of Explorations, Victorian Emily watches the end of the great BDSM festival-play, while in the Prophettown guesthouse fantasy-Charles enjoys the charms of five girls of refreshment. Mf, Mfffff, anal, spanking, watersports. 
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, Mfffff, 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.

Casey McKay keeps it real as only she knows how, and answers Emily's questions!

My friend Casey McKay's blog occupies a unique position in the spanking author community, I think. Other bloggers write about their sex lives with their partners. Other bloggers laugh at themselves and their spanko fantasies. Other bloggers complain about how frickin' tough life is, all over, in a way that brings a smile and a tear together. Casey is the only author I know who does all those things at the same time, and can make you wet your pants, you're laughing so hard.

Plus, she can bring the heat. Oh, can she bring the heat.

Why do you write?
I honestly started writing because I was bored. We were not in the best financial situation at the time so there wasn't really any money to do anything. I read a lot and was getting bored of reading and finding a hard time finding books that I actually wanted to read. Then I just decided to write down my own stories.

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?)
Spanking. Is that cheating? That could literally be a part of a million fantasies, I found a loophole in your question! It is my go-to fantasy, usually a punishment spanking with a stern lecture from an alpha male. Probably something I wouldn't find very appealing in real life, but in fantasy form- yum!

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?
I think it can be either/or for some people. Personally I think spankophilia is an orientation for me. That is not to say that there aren't people out there who don't enjoy a good spanking once in a while. But for me, it has always been present in my imagination and it is always a turn on. Always. There are other BDSM elements I like as well- nipple clamps, bondage, I guess anything that is putting me in a submissive position. But I am not always in the mood for all of that. I am always in the mood for spanking.

Who's a favorite character from your own work, and why?
Don't authors usually say their characters are like their children and it's hard to pick one favorite? I think they all end up having a little something that I love. Right now Emmaline, from Emmaline's Groom, is stealing my heart. I tried to make her really unapologetic about who she was. She is a spoiled rich girl, and now she's married to a servant. Yes, she has to change and learn some new things to make her life work, but she isn't going to apologize for who she is. At her core she is a girl who thinks the universe revolves around her- it hopefully comes off as endearing rather than annoying. She has a lot of growing up to do, so I just think she ends up being an interesting character.

Who's a favorite character from someone else's work (erotic or non-erotic) and why?
This is a hard one, I am one of those people who's favorite movie/book/song can change based on my mood so I have to think a little bit.

Loving Lucia by Renee Rose was one of the first spanking romances I read- and don't the earlier ones always just stick with you? There is this great scene that ended up feeling like it was playing out in my head like a movie. Lucia and Marco are eating pasta and Lucia is so upset because she knows that Marco spent the night with a prostitute. Up until this point she has been sweet, shy, and timid- she just wants her new husband to like her and she wants to please him. But at this part she is so upset and angry that she hurls her entire plate of food at him, and then she runs. It's like her breaking point. I liked her as a character and I love the emotion of that scene.

Non- erotic, I always loved Sookie Stackhouse. I think I loved how honest Charlaine Harris kept her character. Yeah, she's telepathic and she's cavorting with vampires- but at the end of the day she was a girl living alone in a house in the woods. I loved that she would have these epic battles with shifters and vampires and then go home and look up a word someone used that she didn't understand. It seemed absurd, but it also completely made sense.

Blurb for Emmaline’s Groom:

Emmaline Lawford, the youngest daughter of an English Marquess, is intended to marry. Though to whom might be up for debate. Her older brother, Samuel, has his sights set on marrying her off to a Duke. Emmaline finally accepts her fate, until a breach in etiquette finds her back in the arms of the man she truly loves.

Leo Colston is stunned when Emmaline is thrust back into his life. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never marry the woman he loved. Now they are taking hasty wedding vows and being urged to move to America, where they can leave the talk of scandal behind them.

Emma and Leo realize settling into marriage is not going to be as smooth sailing as they thought. As they try to work out their differences and get used to living in close quarters Emmaline finds herself in trouble with her new husband on more than one occasion. Leo's favorite way to end an argument is to take his lady over his knee and spank her bare bottom until she submits. Emma thinks he should just give in to her womanly charms. Who will win this battle of wills?

Emmaline's Groom is a stand alone book, but is also the first book in The Ravenswood Manor series.

This book includes spankings, graphic sex, anal play, and more. If any of this subject matter offends you, please do not purchase this book.

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How to earn a spanking from a Spartan #SatSpanks

The curse of Eros upon my heroine Thaleia causes strange desires in her. Oddly, even without a curse, I kind of know how she feels.

Leontes heard Thaleia gag, and then he was holding her face against his loins and crying out as if he had indeed been struck by lightning, and giving his seed down her throat in what he knew was a torrent, since Theoleon and Leontes had gone long without enjoying a girl. 

"Take her," he growled to his spear-brother, and Theoleon needed no further urging, but ripped Thaleia's head from Leontes' hands, as she whimpered, and gave her the same brutal treatment Leontes had, until, only a few moments later, he, too, had shot his essence into her belly. 

"Swallow it all, girl," Leontes said. "The seed of the Spartans is a precious gift. If a girl spills a drop, we punish her." He saw Thaleia's eyes go wide at that, but at the same time he thought her expression held more complexity than he would have imagined. Did she want to be punished? Was that part of the curse that lay upon her?

Buy Bred by the Spartans at Amazon by clicking here! Here's the blurb:

When the beautiful young goddess Thaleia spurns Zeus’ attentions, he has her thoroughly and shamefully punished and then casts her down from Olympus to walk the earth as a mortal woman. Worse still, he places a curse upon her which will overcome any man who sees her with the desire to claim her in the most humiliating ways possible. Her only hope lies in an ancient power stronger even than the gods… Destiny has decreed that if, in spite of the curse, two men can make her confess that she yearns to be theirs, then she will find a happiness beyond her fate. 

After Thaleia’s sister throws herself at the feet of Apollo in desperation and begs for his aid, Apollo appears in a dream to Leontes and Theoleon, two of the bravest warriors of Sparta, and commands them to rescue Thaleia. When the men wake and find the girl naked and distressed, they are torn by two equally powerful instincts: to take her long and hard and make her blush with shame, and to love and protect her as their own. 

The three journey to the Oracle at Delphi, who gives them Apollo’s prophecy—that the descendant of two Spartan warriors and a goddess will one day save all Greece from its enemies. But if Thaleia bears the son Apollo has foretold and Zeus relents and allows her to return to Olympus, will her love for her two Spartans be greater than her desire for immortality?

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