Friday, August 29, 2014

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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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: under the little black dress

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

Under the little black dress, Corinne was not allowed to wear anything at all. She was never allowed to wear underwear when John tied her up.

John never tired of telling her why, either. "When I flip up that little skirt, I want to see your bottom nice and bare and ready for spanking."

Ready for spanking. Yet another of those phrases John used that seemed to make Corinne's pussy catch fire.

Wasn't she always ready for spanking, though, really?

Not the way she became ready when John put her in the ropes, though. John never tired of devising new configurations, and recently every time Corinne got restrained she also got suspended in some way from the ceiling. She had not thought she would enjoy it--before John started to rig ropes that way, Corinne had been sure she would fear falling down, but John always put pillows in strategic places, and tied her so carefully that when she felt herself being hung, and no longer supporting her weight herself, she actually felt freed from fear.

And when he spanked her with the paddle, or whiped her with the strap. . . as she swayed ever so slightly Corinne felt even more secure, because he had tied and hung her so that she might sway just so much and not more. To be utterly immobilized in the position in which her husband had put her, to know that he would spank her just as he chose, to teach her about his desires and his mastery--it made the pain feel like a blessing, and it made the wetness flow down her thighs.

John never tired of telling her about that either. "And I want to see that sweet cunt of yours as wet as it always is when I spank you."

(Image via RestrainedElegance.com, via Boengiu Juliana of the Sensual BDSM Community.)

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The moment she realizes she's going to be punished (What Emily is up to for 27 August 2014)

The full court press for Her Daddy, Her Dom, and Her Doctor continues. This little bit happens after Adam, the dom, has brought Natalie to Fiji. She thinks they don't know anyone there, of course, but then Adam surprises her by giving her her own room-key.
Adam returned, with two folders, one of which he handed to Natalie. "I'm in 15, and you're in 16."
Natalie looked at him quizzically. "What? I mean, what, sir? You, um, are planning to. . ." Suddenly, for the first time in quite a while with Adam, she felt shy. Something about the separate rooms, she guessed. So strange. ". . . play with me, aren't you, sir?"
She began to feel a little hurt. What was going on? Had Adam brought her to Fiji to break up with her? Well, fine. She'd have Dan take her to Fiji in a few months. She felt her face growing angry.
"Calm down, sweetheart," Adam said. "Trust me."
Natalie twisted her mouth to the side. "Okay, sir," she said.
They left their luggage to be delivered to their rooms later. Adam led the way in silence to the group of adjoining cottages that comprised, it appeared, 15, 16, 17, and 18. On the way, Natalie recovered her excitement about being in a tropical paradise, and ran to the door of 15, and started to bang on it theatrically (though not of course loud enough to create a real scene--just loud enough to earn a spanking).
But to her surprise, when she turned at the approach of Adam's footsteps, she watched him walk right by her. Going to 16? Well, she wouldn't let him into her room until she'd had an assurance that he was going to punish her and fuck her hard all night.
But he didn't stop at 16, either. He went to 17, and knocked on the door.
"Um, sir? I think that flight might have had more of an effect on your cognitive functioning than you realize."
The door opened. Dan stood there. "Hi, Adam," he said. He looked beyond Adam, at Natalie. "Hello, young lady," he said. "You're in a lot of trouble."
Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see that Tom had come up, behind her, carrying a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. "Hi, babygirl," he said. 
"Wh-what? Oh, God. . . I. . . I don't know what to say. . . I. . ." She turned to Adam, feeling furious, and foolish. "What is this?"
"Don't worry," Tom said. "We're going to try to make you sorry you didn't tell us, but only in a good way."
"We're not angry," Adam said. "We just decided it would be a good thing for all four of us if we tried to teach you a lesson."
Other things!
Now, though, his eyes met hers, and he smiled cruelly, and then, without ceasing to meet her gaze, he took her knees and placed them, to Anne's fearful surprise, over his shoulders. He shifted his weight effortlessly to accomplish his aim, and Anne thought that that terrible self-assurance in his very muscles frightened her the most, even as it made her cunt feel like it was on fire with the sensation of having a cock there, where nature said it belonged, where nature said she should submit to a man's force. 
"Look now, my lady," Guy said softly. "Look at my Freche cock inside your Lourcy cunt. Your family is dead, and you shall now pay the forfeit, and complete their ruin, and my victory." 
God help her, Anne did look, and did see. God help her, she had to bite her upper lip until she tasted blood to keep herself from saying, "Fuck me, my lord. God, or devil, or whatever else you be, I beg you to fuck me."

  • One last thing: an FB friend has convinced me I need to write out his fantasy: a Jewish man who gives up everything to become the Christian bride of the dominant bridegroom of his dreams. If you thought I was kinky before. . .  

Monday, August 25, 2014

Dirty, dirty, dirty ageplay #Taboo2sday

Okay, I have to confess that I don't "get" clean ageplay. I love my colleagues who write it; I love the people who read it (though I suspect my love means very little to them given that I can't imagine that many of them would even consider reading an Emily Tilton book). But for me, the point of ageplay is the dirtiness--that fantasy that's just so wrong that many of us have lurking in our brains because human erotic psychology is just fucked up--thanks, evolution!
Tom's house lay between Adam's very basic--though neat--one-bedroom cottage and Dan's stately home on the luxury scale, but Natalie didn't think about the furnishings--except for the toys: the model roller-coaster in Tom's office clearly represented only the tip of the iceberg and his living-room was like an enchanting museum of little mechanical towns and buildings. Really, though, the only things in the living-room in which Natalie was interested at that moment were Tom's knee, and Tom's enormous right hand.
"Alright, babygirl," he said, standing there next to the big wooden chair he had pulled out and turned around, clearly intending that Natalie should understand this to be the chair where he would sit so that she might take her trip over his knee and feel his firm hand. "Decision time: as it is for most red-blooded ageplay daddies, this is a sexual thing for me. That doesn't mean it has to be a sexual thing for you, though. It's really important that we set boundaries at least for today, though. We can change them for next time, but once we set them for today we need to stick with them."
"Um," Natalie said. "So. . . it's a sexual thing for me, too."
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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.
And here's the prologue (if you're already convinced, pre-order it by clicking here!):
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."
 

Friday, August 22, 2014

At Leo's Command #SatSpanks

My friend and colleague Kristin Elyon read Bought and Trained, the first of my stand-alone Institute books, and liked it a lot. Most of all, she liked a character named Leo, and she asked if perhaps I wanted to write a book about him and a girl named Kristin. Well, I like Leo, too.
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.
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When a girl can't give up a fantasy: At Leo's Command is here!

My new release features a heroine named Kristin, who comes to the Institute along a different path than any concubine who has arrived there before.
When twenty-three-year-old Kristen Harper peeks through a window and witnesses a man giving a woman a bare-bottom spanking, the sight ignites desires she has ignored for too long. After Kristen sees the same man get into a van with a company’s logo, she calls the company to make an appointment, hoping to experience for herself what she glimpsed in the window.
The man turns out to be Leo Hastert, one of the top trainers at the Institute, a place dedicated to giving women like Kristen exactly what they need. After her call, Leo visits Kristen’s home, spanks her long and hard, and takes her in all the ways she’s longed for a man to have her. Everything is perfect… until Leo informs Kristen that she can’t be his. What he can do for her, though, is take her to the Institute, where she will be fully trained as a submissive.
Kristen volunteers for the Institute, but she’s not ready to say goodbye to Leo, and as her training continues he is stunned by his intense and growing feelings for her as well. Can Leo stay professional and play his role in Kristen’s training, or will he decide that having Kristen as his own is worth any price?
Publisher’s Note: At Leo’s Command is a stand-alone sequel to Bought and Trained and is set in the same world as Breaking Abigail and An Extreme Marriage. It is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of medical play, extensive BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Visual inspirations will return! (What Emily is up to, for 20 August 2014)

I haven't remarked, I guess, on the lack of visual inspirations the last few weeks. Strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, I find it very difficult to write them when my kids are in the house. Hmm. Anyway, they go back to school next week, so the drought will be over--if I can get inspired, at least. (I rather think I can).

As you know, I'm pretty sure, the book I'm currently humbly requesting that you buy is The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls. My friend Normandie Alleman was intrigued a month or so ago when I hinted about the role of "coming out" in the book, so here's a snippet for her:

"If you choose to go forward to your début, which is also by the way your graduation," said Dr. Scott, "you will become women of pleasure--but not prostitutes of any sort. The choice will continue to be yours."
Frederica sat at her desk, stunned, and seeing stunned looks on her schoolmates faces, too.
Finally, Lara said, "Why would we ever refuse?"
"Well," said Mrs. Lomond, "there is one aspect we haven't told you yet."
"You'll be auctioned for public fucking at the end of the ball," said Dr. Scott. "You'll have to agree to submit to the men who buy your contracts, as we call it."
Other things:
  • The fourth stand-alone book in the Institute series, At Leo's Command, is out! Buy it at Amazon by clicking here!
  • The triple-ménage book, called Her Daddy, Her Dom, and Her Doctor, will be out next week, but it will be up for pre-order soon!
  • Father Charles Takes a Wife, the spiritual stand-alone companion to Sarah's Tutorial will be out soon after that.
  • A hush-hush ageplay collaboration with another wonderful author is in the works.
  • The Caroline box-set should be coming soon.
  • My current WIP is a medieval I'm really excited about, above all because like The Count's Discipline it takes its inspiration and setting from real events. Also because I'm trying to write a true villain as a main erotic character for the first time. Never fear, there's a virtuous knight, too!

Monday, August 18, 2014

The old tropes of race #Taboo2sday

In The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls, I have a character named Mr. George, whom I call the school's "island janitor," which is my way of saying that he's of African descent. I don't want to spoil the surprise of who Mr. George actually is, but it certainly gives me the chance to explore some taboos.
"Would you like me to take off my pinafore?" Lara asked softly. "If you don't report me, I'd like to take it off for you, Mr. George, and then. . ."
"Then what?" he asked in a low, hoarse growl.
"Then I'd like. . . t-to please you. . . with my m-mouth," she said, desperately hoping that she wouldn't get herself into even more trouble this way, but unable to stop herself, so fierce did the naughty fire seem to rise up in her pussy.
"I'm very big, girl," he growled. "Even bigger than that headmaster of yours. I'll make you take all of me, and you'll swallow what I give you, or you'll be reported."
"Oh, God," Lara said, overcome with the shameful arousal his words awakened.
"Take it off, girl, and pull those panties down so I can look at that sweet ass while you do your business."
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Friday, August 15, 2014

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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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

What Emily is up to, for 13 August 2014

Well, there's the naughty book. You can buy the naughty book on Amazon if you click here! How naughty is the naughty book?
Frederica whispered, "You heard what he said about why I'm here, right? What I let David. . . my boyfriend. . . do?"
Lara, consumer of pornography, helped again, "You gave him a blowjob?"
"Mm-hmm," Frederica said. Martin could see that she was screwing up her face in embarrassment. It was delightful.
"What did it taste like?" Rachel said.
"Rachel!" Lara said. Yes, Lara had watched the porn video she had stumbled across on the 'net, but she still had a very strong sense of modesty. To hear another girl ask what a man's thing tasted like made her face burn. 
She turned on her side to look at Rachel, in the moonlight. To her embarrassed surprise, she saw that the dark-haired girl's bedclothes seemed to be moving in a rather unusual way. Rachel lay on her back, with her eyes closed, and it seemed her hands were at her waist, under the comforter, and the comforter was rising and falling slightly but also very rhythmically. 
"Rachel, what are you doing?" she asked. 
"Shh," Rachel said. "I'm thinking about Frederica and her boyfriend."
Plus, I'm on Maddie Taylor's wonderful blog talking about, you guessed it, the naughty book.

The fourth book of the Institute series, At Leo's Command, is coming soon! 


Monday, August 11, 2014

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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Friday, August 8, 2014

A school uniform like no other #SatSpanks

I've got a terribly naughty book coming out soon. Appropriately, it's called The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls. Here's a bit from one of the early spankings:
As soon as Mrs. Lomond had led her into the beautiful villa that clearly served as the school building, and up the grand staircase to the dormitory room with its three beds, she said to Rachel. "Take off all you clothes, please, and put on the panties you'll find on your bed." 
"What?" 
"I believe you heard me, Miss Dane. Those panties, and only those panties, constitute your basic uniform when you are inside the school building. You may be instructed to wear other garments on top of them, but you are to consider your school panties as your ordinary dress while you are here." 
It was a white lace thong that lay on Rachel's bed, the one closest to the door that Rachel knew was hers because of a card on it bearing the words "Miss Dane" written in beautiful cursive. 
"I won't," Rachel said.
Here's a preliminary version of 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?
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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

What Emily's up to, for 6 August 2014

Breaking Abigail is out, and The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls is coming!

Here's a bonus snippet from the latter. If you're keeping track, it comes right after the one in yesterday's Taboo Tuesday post.
He was the kind of monster who understood what some girls really wanted and needed, and could give it to them better than almost anyone else in the world. What Lara Jenkins needed was an enormous black janitor with an enormous black cock, to teach her about her essential erotic nature, and ensure that she understood that there was no going back. 
He opened the door. "Yes, Miss?" he said, in his simple Mr. George-the-janitor voice. 
Lara stood on the other side of the screen door, chewing adorably on her lower lip. "They say. . . Dr. Scott told me. . ." She was so full of conflicting fear and arousal that her whole body quivered as she stood there in her pinafore. 
George stood patiently waiting, with a sympathetic look on his face. 
"I'm to be caned tonight. . . formally. . . by you. . ." Lara managed to say. 
"Oh, Miss. I'm very sorry about that." 
"I came to ask. . . I mean, is it possible. . ."
And here's what's in the pipeline:

  • At Leo's Command, the fourth Institute stand-alone.
  • Father Charles Takes a Wife, the spiritual stand-alone complement to Sarah's Tutorial. 
  • A hush-hush three-daddy ménage book.
  • A hush-hush collaboration with another ageplay author.
  • A not so hush-hush box set of The Adventures of Little Caroline.
  • (Maybe) a college-spanking story tentatively titled Her Boyfriend's Firm Hand. If you want to see that one go to the top of the queue, let me know!

Monday, August 4, 2014

Can fantasy ever be unhygienic? A2M for #Taboo2sday

My answer is, No, fantasy exists in a realm where hygiene isn't much of a consideration. This snippet comes from the soon-to-be-released The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls. I have a feeling I'll be running a bunch of snippets from that book on Tuesdays.
"Mr. George?" Lara called, outside, not even daring to knock. "Mr. George?" Her voice sounded so endearingly anxious that George had one of those lovely moments of what he called erotic-cognitive dissonance: how could he do the terrible things to this sweet young lady that he planned to do in the next hour, in exchange for the empty promise not to strike hard when she was strapped down over the block on the dais tonight? How could he stretch her sweet con with his massive cock, force that massive cock into her tight little bottom, make her take the cock straight from that bottom into her mouth, until she had to swallow her second helping of George's copious seed? What kind of monster was he?
Coming this weekend, probably! Here's a preliminary version of 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?

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Meeting the man who will deflower her: Breaking Abigail

The real reason for the Institute's existence in my imagination comes from the license it gives me (and, I hope, my reader) to enjoy capture fantasies. As you read this snippet, remember that Abigail has consented, and had her memory of that consent suppressed!
Abigail rose from the bed, went to the closet, and opened it. On hooks at the side hung the cane, a short strap, and a wooden paddle. All alone, on a hanger, though, hung a lovely white cotton nightgown with a nearly translucent weave and lace at the collar, the cuffs, and the hem. 
Trembling, Abigail put out her hands and slipped it off the hanger. She rolled it so that she could put it over her head, and then at last, she donned the garment her owner had appointed for her.
It felt odd to be clothed after having had her clothes so emphatically taken from her, and odder to be clothed in something so diaphanous and… well, grown up. Was this how a bride of the Middle Ages felt? 
Should she go to the bed? Should she stand on the carpet? Kneel on the carpet? 
The question, however, quickly decided itself, for again the bolt turned, and the door opened, and a large man stood there. He entered and, still facing her and looking at her, he put his hand behind him to close the door. 
The man who entered her room, clad in a deep red silk dressing gown belted at the waist, was perhaps thirty-five years old. His blond hair, fairer even than Master Ian’s, fell loose to his shoulders, with the hint of a wave at the end of it. His face was square, and a little ruddy. Not conventionally handsome, perhaps, but nevertheless somehow recalling the Vikings, and full of the kind of absolute authority that Abigail could imagine Erik the Red wielding aboard his longship. His piercing, ice-blue eyes took her in as if she were a maiden seized from a medieval coastal village, to be brought back aboard that longship for the pleasure of the men upon the rowing benches. Nor did Abigail’s owner stand as tall as Master Ian, but, as dominantly as Master Ian carried himself, this man carried himself with even more authority—and alongside that authority, with a grace that seemed to tell of such exquisite breeding that Abigail, to her shock, felt herself go weak in the knees. 
“Come here, Abigail,” he said in a rich baritone, accented, just as Abigail had somehow known it would be, with a Scandinavian lilt. “Kneel in front of me, please.”
Buy the book at Amazon by clicking here! Here's the blurb:
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. 

Friday, August 1, 2014

The paternal spanking that started it all #SatSpanks

In Breaking Abigail I reveal that the Institute began with a course of events unleashed by a spanking given to an 18-year-old Abigail by her father. That spanking comes about like this:
“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?”
Here's the blurb. Click here to buy the book at Amazon!
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.
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