This is my what Emily is up to for 21 July, I guess. Here's the blurb for Breaking Abigail, which you can purchase here!
As eighteen-year-old Abigail Podret pleasures herself in her family’s summer-house, she cries out the name of Mark LeMarchand, the man she secretly loves. She has no idea that he stands steps away, ready to do what she most desires: strip her naked, spank her hard, and take her even harder. But as a result of her stern upbringing, Abigail finds herself unable to give herself to Mark no matter how badly she longs for it.
Mark is determined to help Abigail, and with the assistance of wealthy friends he creates the Institute, a place where women agree to have their memory of consent suppressed by hypnosis in order to free them to enjoy their submission fully. When Mark tells Abigail about the Institute, she realizes it may be her only chance at real happiness.
After agreeing to the program, Abigail wakes up at the Institute and meets Master Ian, under whose firm hand she will be taught to please a man in any way he requires. Absolute obedience is expected of her and anything less will result in punishments as shameful as they are effective. But when Abigail inadvertently discovers the truth about The Institute, will she decide to finish her training or will she leave and rush into Mark’s waiting arms?
Publisher’s Note: Breaking Abigail is a stand-alone story set in the world of Bought and Trained and An Extreme Marriage, but prior to the events of those books. 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.
Other things (so many!):
- A box set of The Adventures of Little Caroline is coming.
- The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls will be out at the beginning of August.
- At Leo's Command, the next Institute book, is in the pipeline.
- Father Charles Takes a Wife, the spiritual sequel to Sarah's Tutorial is coming at the end of August.
- I'm working on a three-daddy menage book, and it's so much fun!
I'm incredibly excited about this next release. I'm just going to let the beginning speak for itself. Breaking Abigail is out now.
Eighteen-year-old Abigail Podret knew she was in trouble when her mother walked in on her lying on her bed, in her bedroom, with Jon Southey's hand down her jeans. She just didn't know how bad the trouble was going to be.
Abigail was eighteen, as was Jon. It was the spring of her senior year in high school--she was back home for the March spring break of the boarding schools, and Jon was too, from his own, different school--, and she felt that even though she didn't really get why sex was supposed to be something you wanted to do, it was time for her at least so see if she could bear to do it. If you wanted to do the things that really interested you--for Abigail, that was computer programming, but not boring computer programming--you did sex, and found a rich husband who wasn't too much of an asshole. Or so it seemed to her, though she knew that her parents disagreed about how she should go about finding the husband.
The fact that her parents had told her that good girls weren't easy, without telling her what "easy" meant but implying strongly that it meant not letting Jon Southey put his hand in your panties didn't give her very much pause, because Abigail had a rebellious streak. She didn't think she would like sex, as it had been explained to her in health class, but she certainly didn't care that her mother wanted Abigail to keep her modesty until she was safely married.
Abigail was not averse to sex, she thought, because that would be stupid, and Abigail Podret wasn't stupid. The human race needed to propagate, didn't it? She had to admit she was averse to Jon Southey, after enduring his fumbling caresses for half an hour or so before her mother came home unexpectedly, but she had known more or less, based on health class and on what her friends said, that Jon Southey's hand down her jeans, inside her panties, touching her pussy (Abigail had resolved to use the dirty words, because why shouldn't you?) was what sex had to be like, so why not get it over with? And Jon Southey was cute, according to Abigail's friends. His picture, snatched by her roommate Wendy from the letter Jon had sent in February, more or less proposing that they have sex over March vacation, had pleased the entire floor.
What Abigail was averse to, more than anything else, was telling anybody, ever, what she thought about when she played with herself before falling asleep every night. Which wasn't sex--but one could easily become very confused about that, Abigail realized, since playing with yourself involved the part of the body you also used for sex, apparently, and the pleasure-centers you used to play with yourself also served to make sex bearable, as far as Abigail could tell.
The confusion grew much greater, in spite of Abigail's best attempts to use her penetrating intelligence to puzzle it out and tease the strands apart, in the wake of the incident with Jon Southey. "Wait until your father gets home," was all Abigail's mother would say. That meant a spanking, but it had been a very long time since Abigail's last one. Considering the things Abigail thought about when she touched herself, a spanking for having let Jon Southey put his hand down Abigail's pants seemed likely to mix things Abigail definitely didn't want mixed.
But surely her father would simply ground her for the rest of break, right? Abigail tried to convince herself of that as she watched TV, waiting for him to come home. Unfortunately, the attempt yielded very poor results. Dan Podret was a severe man, and forbade all talk of sex, or anything the slightest bit suggestive, in his house. Abigail often wondered how she had even been conceived, given that her parents never touched one another in her presence.
And, Abigail reflected, even being allowed to wear the jeans she had unzipped for Jon to put his hand down had required a major struggle, with much screaming and crying and finally Abigail's mother consulting the next door neighbors. When Prudence Podret told Abigail's father that the next door neighbors were astonished to hear that Abigail wasn't allowed to wear jeans--or indeed anything but skirts--Dan's social shame seemed to overcome his familial shame, and he said that Abigail could buy one pair of jeans, to be worn only at home, on Saturdays and on weekdays during vacation.
But Abigail was eighteen, now. Surely her father would recognize the impropriety of spanking her. Or at least of spanking her bare bottom.
But Dan Podret saw nothing improper in it, it turned out.
"Abigail," he said, after a very awkward dinner, "come to my study after you do the dishes."
Abigail swallowed, and said, "Yes, sir."
When Abigail had taken her familiar place on the carpet in the middle of the room, her father turned his desk chair to face her. His face was set in a quiet fury that made Abigail's heart beat fast with fear.
"Abigail, I have no wish to go into the details of what your mother saw, and I suppose you will not be foolish enough to deny it."
Abigail found that she had begun to cry in terror. She shook her head, watching the tears fall to the carpet. She definitely felt foolish. She was eighteen. She could leave and never come back. But if she wanted a real life, she would need her parents' support: there was nothing to be done about it.
"Answer me, Abigail. Are you foolish enough to deny that you were found with a boy's hand in your pants?"
"No, sir," Abigail choked out.
"That's something, at least," her father said, though without the slightest softening of his tone.
"Abigail, I wonder if you know what people call girls who let boys do that kind of thing."
Oh my God, Abigail thought. It's the 1980's now. Why do my parents have to be stuck in the '50's?
"No?" Dan Podret said. "They call them 'easy', Abigail. No daughter of mine is going to be called 'easy', if I can possibly help it. Get yourself over the arm of the sofa, and bare your backside."
"Sir, no, please. . ."
"If I have to ask you again, Abigail, you'll be very sorry you didn't obey me. I can whip you until you can't sit down for a week, if you need me to. Do you need me to do that, Abigail?"
Abigail shook like a leaf. "No, sir," she whispered.
"Then obey me this instant."
Here's the blurb! Buy the book here!
As eighteen-year-old Abigail Podret pleasures herself in her family’s summer-house, she cries out the name of Mark LeMarchand, the man she secretly loves. She has no idea that he stands steps away, ready to do what she most desires: strip her naked, spank her hard, and take her even harder. But as a result of her stern upbringing, Abigail finds herself unable to give herself to Mark no matter how badly she longs for it.
Mark is determined to help Abigail, and with the assistance of wealthy friends he creates the Institute, a place where women agree to have their memory of consent suppressed by hypnosis in order to free them to enjoy their submission fully. When Mark tells Abigail about the Institute, she realizes it may be her only chance at real happiness.
After agreeing to the program, Abigail wakes up at the Institute and meets Master Ian, under whose firm hand she will be taught to please a man in any way he requires. Absolute obedience is expected of her and anything less will result in punishments as shameful as they are effective. But when Abigail inadvertently discovers the truth about The Institute, will she decide to finish her training or will she leave and rush into Mark’s waiting arms?
Publisher’s Note: Breaking Abigail is a stand-alone story set in the world of Bought and Trained and An Extreme Marriage, but prior to the events of those books. 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.
So EXPLORATIONS proper is over, kind of. If you've been waiting to buy it because you thought it would never end, well, time to stop waiting! Here's a snippet from the very last spanking (that is, if you don't count "Then everyone whipped everyone else," which happens nearer to the end):
I was led back onto the stage for the next scene, and given to the four wives of the senior elder, modestly dressed, and hard at work on their sewing. I hope I made Jeremy Unger proud, licking the pussies under the table and making the wives scream. By the end I had all four sets of thighs wide open, and I was even mugging a little, showing those bare pussies off to the audience with little flourishes of my hand, and then going in with lips and tongue and making each pussy's owner scream.
Just as in the Victorian version, as each girl came, she was pulled away by the elder, and put over a paradise-step to be beaten with the scarim, its twelvefold-lash falling over and over in chastisement as the girl wailed out her repentance for the pleasure I had given her.
As the final one was punished, Charles entered, carrying my leash, and said, in the same thunderous tone with which he had cursed them, "Now is my curse fulfilled, for your wives are debauched, and shall prefer one another to thy authority!"
He strode to me, and clipped the leash to my collar. "Come, whore," he said, "we shall return whence we came."
But the Angel of Love appeared, and said, "No! Hold, sir! All this has been for the good pleasure of all! For is there a limit to the pleasure which a Son of the Prophecy has in chastising a naughty wife? In such wise, then, let there be no limit to the pleasure we all take together, now, at once! So fuck the whore before the faces of us all, to show us that Prophettown is at peace with the nations of the world!"
Horrifying, yes. But also intriguing?
Read all the Saturday Spankings!
(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.
(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!
Now that the final book of EXPLORATIONS is available, it's going to be all Institute all the time for a bit. Breaking Abigail is about to come out, and I'm working on At Leo's Command. Here's a tease:
The first time Kristin saw the man, she saw him through a window. She hadn't meant to look, but something about the way the shapes of the two people inside the room moved, just as she glimpsed them in the cracks between the blinds, had made her body respond before her mind could register why, and she stepped forward without thinking about it.
Kristin approached the window knowing from those moving shapes, and from the dark fantasies that never left her, in a way that went deeper than words, that there was a girl getting a spanking over a man's knee. One of the shapes looked tall, and the other looked shorter: the taller one had moved as if he were sitting down, and the shorter one had moved much more rapidly, in an angled, downward direction, as if the man had pulled her over his lap.
Kristin didn't know whether really she wanted there to be some way to see what was going on in the living-room of the little house in suburban Richmond or not, but there was a tiny opening between the left side of the blind and the frame of the window. Not caring--not even thinking to care--whether there were anyone on the quiet street who might call the police when they saw twenty-three year old Kristin Harper, 5'6", brown hair, brown eyes, playing peeping Tom, she leaned forward. An instant later, her face burning with shame, Kristin walked away and didn't look back.
Inside, seen through the reflection of her own eye, the man, naked, sat on a wooden chair. He was muscled like an action hero; he had brown hair and a chiselled face. A girl, with blonde hair, who had clearly been crying because of the flaming red bottom the man must have given her just a moment before, knelt in front of him, confronted by his cock. Her hands were bound behind her in leather cuffs.
The man had clearly commanded the girl to take him in her mouth, because on her face there was the same look Kristin had imagined so many times her own might wear: frightened arousal--the look of a girl whom a man had to tell what to do, when it came to his cock, but who craved his cock, and his force, more than anything else in the world.
And the man's cock. . . it was bigger than any other cock Kristin had ever seen, even in the porn videos she sometimes couldn't stop herself from surfing to, when the night got long and even her own darkest fantasies began to seem boring.
Bought and Trained and An Extreme Marriage, from this series of stand-alone books, are already available!
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.
