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Reading the Marquis de Sade
Another snippet from my French Revolution story, which should be released in the next week or two. As the peasant Jean-Claude escorts Cosette to the port city Le Havre, he discovers she has read the work of the Marquis de Sade...
Your blush tells me you know the stories, too. Did you read them, Cosette?”
She swallowed. She tried to say “no,” but the lie stuck in her throat, as she could already see Jean-Claude knew the truth. She sank onto the stool and removed her slippers, ignoring him.
“Why did you read them, Cosette?” He wrapped his large hand around the knot of hair at the back of her head and tugged it so her head fell back. Lowering his lips close to her ear, he said, “Did you want to understand how a man could find pleasure hurting a woman?”
Your blush tells me you know the stories, too. Did you read them, Cosette?”
She swallowed. She tried to say “no,” but the lie stuck in her throat, as she could already see Jean-Claude knew the truth. She sank onto the stool and removed her slippers, ignoring him.
“Why did you read them, Cosette?” He wrapped his large hand around the knot of hair at the back of her head and tugged it so her head fell back. Lowering his lips close to her ear, he said, “Did you want to understand how a man could find pleasure hurting a woman?”
Spanking as an orientation
Emily Tilton posed the question about whether I consider my interest in spanking to be an orientation or a practice.
I had never considered my spankophilia to be an orientation until I began to crawl out of the closet as a spanking romance author this past year. I had this fear previously, that I might get kicked off the PTA or whispered about behind my back. Then I realized I would never become a successful author if I can’t own up to what I write.
I was explaining my thoughts to a friend who happens to be gay, and he made the analogy to the Gay Pride movement. It truly changed the way I think of TTWD. It is an orientation, hard-wired into me since birth. It did not stem from a traumatic event, or a parenting style, or lack of Daddy love. No amount of squelching or hiding will make it go away. It is my guaranteed on-button for sex, whereas vanilla sex can be hit or miss. Though I used to try, I no longer believe it can be “cured” or ignored without damaging effects and I now find the notion that there’s something wrong with it to be offensive.
Thinking of it as an orientation, rather than a kink or fetish puts it in a “sex-positive” light. Similar to homosexuality, an estimated ten percent of the population has a D/s orientation as their sexual preference, yet it is consistently mocked in mainstream culture, the way homosexuality once was (and still is in some circles). I can only hope as I gain more confidence in waving my freak flag and writing about characters like me, others can shake off their own shame around their orientation.
I guess it would be safe to say Jean-Claude, the hero of my new French Revolution spanking romance has a similar orientation. Here’s an excerpt of a conversation he has with Corinne, the heroine:
“Jean-Claude?” Her voice crackled in the silent room.
He rolled over to face her. “Yes?”
“Did you spank your wife?”
He remained silent so long she thought he would not answer. “Yes,” he said at last.
“Forgive me, does it pain you?”
“Yes. But it is also a relief to speak of her to you.”
She wondered if the “to you” meant her, in particular, but did not have the courage to ask.
“Why did you punish her?”
Jean-Claude rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. “It was almost always over silver. We never had enough money, you know, and we had different ideas about what it should be spent on. She would purposely disobey my wishes, accepting I would whip her for it, and remain determined with her decision.”
In the darkness, she thought she saw a rueful smile on his lips. “It was hard to be angry with her, she would confess so humbly and offer herself up for chastisement.”
“You liked punishing her.”
His eyes slid sideways. “I guess I did--most times. She was so terribly sweet about it and she rarely cried, no matter how hard I punished. She only cried if I was truly angry--she knew, I suppose--and then she would weep before I even began. Those punishments I never finished.”
She had pressed the fingers of one hand over her sex, but dared not move them. She burned with curiosity about their punishments--did he rub his wife’s bottom and touch her between her legs during them? Did he take her afterward? and how? Was it possible to take a woman in the position she had been in that evening, bent over his lap? Irrational envy for the dead woman smoldered in her chest for the great intimacy she must have had with her tender blacksmith. She fell asleep with her hand cupping her mons, discreet fingers pressing and releasing on her sex as if playing a pianoforte.
Humbled
blurb:
Sentenced to die at age eleven for stealing a pig, Jean-Claude receives an unexpected reprieve when a young aristocrat girl takes the blame instead. When the mobs of the French Revolution fall upon her château years later, Jean-Claude knows he must save her and repay his debt, but as they begin their long flight to safety he makes it clear he is not her servant and he will deal firmly with any disobedience. Though he initially intends to send her off by ship, the beautiful, feisty Corinne inspires a fierce protectiveness in Jean-Claude that makes it hard to say goodbye.
Corinne is alternately infuriated and attracted to the handsome peasant who has no qualms about turning her over his knee and spanking her bare bottom when she steps out of line. When he ends up joining her on a ship to New Orleans, their futures become inextricably intertwined, but can a common-born blacksmith and the daughter of a lord find enough common ground to make a permanent match?
I had never considered my spankophilia to be an orientation until I began to crawl out of the closet as a spanking romance author this past year. I had this fear previously, that I might get kicked off the PTA or whispered about behind my back. Then I realized I would never become a successful author if I can’t own up to what I write.
I was explaining my thoughts to a friend who happens to be gay, and he made the analogy to the Gay Pride movement. It truly changed the way I think of TTWD. It is an orientation, hard-wired into me since birth. It did not stem from a traumatic event, or a parenting style, or lack of Daddy love. No amount of squelching or hiding will make it go away. It is my guaranteed on-button for sex, whereas vanilla sex can be hit or miss. Though I used to try, I no longer believe it can be “cured” or ignored without damaging effects and I now find the notion that there’s something wrong with it to be offensive.
Thinking of it as an orientation, rather than a kink or fetish puts it in a “sex-positive” light. Similar to homosexuality, an estimated ten percent of the population has a D/s orientation as their sexual preference, yet it is consistently mocked in mainstream culture, the way homosexuality once was (and still is in some circles). I can only hope as I gain more confidence in waving my freak flag and writing about characters like me, others can shake off their own shame around their orientation.
I guess it would be safe to say Jean-Claude, the hero of my new French Revolution spanking romance has a similar orientation. Here’s an excerpt of a conversation he has with Corinne, the heroine:
“Jean-Claude?” Her voice crackled in the silent room.
He rolled over to face her. “Yes?”
“Did you spank your wife?”
He remained silent so long she thought he would not answer. “Yes,” he said at last.
“Forgive me, does it pain you?”
“Yes. But it is also a relief to speak of her to you.”
She wondered if the “to you” meant her, in particular, but did not have the courage to ask.
“Why did you punish her?”
Jean-Claude rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. “It was almost always over silver. We never had enough money, you know, and we had different ideas about what it should be spent on. She would purposely disobey my wishes, accepting I would whip her for it, and remain determined with her decision.”
In the darkness, she thought she saw a rueful smile on his lips. “It was hard to be angry with her, she would confess so humbly and offer herself up for chastisement.”
“You liked punishing her.”
His eyes slid sideways. “I guess I did--most times. She was so terribly sweet about it and she rarely cried, no matter how hard I punished. She only cried if I was truly angry--she knew, I suppose--and then she would weep before I even began. Those punishments I never finished.”
She had pressed the fingers of one hand over her sex, but dared not move them. She burned with curiosity about their punishments--did he rub his wife’s bottom and touch her between her legs during them? Did he take her afterward? and how? Was it possible to take a woman in the position she had been in that evening, bent over his lap? Irrational envy for the dead woman smoldered in her chest for the great intimacy she must have had with her tender blacksmith. She fell asleep with her hand cupping her mons, discreet fingers pressing and releasing on her sex as if playing a pianoforte.
Humbled
blurb:
Sentenced to die at age eleven for stealing a pig, Jean-Claude receives an unexpected reprieve when a young aristocrat girl takes the blame instead. When the mobs of the French Revolution fall upon her château years later, Jean-Claude knows he must save her and repay his debt, but as they begin their long flight to safety he makes it clear he is not her servant and he will deal firmly with any disobedience. Though he initially intends to send her off by ship, the beautiful, feisty Corinne inspires a fierce protectiveness in Jean-Claude that makes it hard to say goodbye.
Corinne is alternately infuriated and attracted to the handsome peasant who has no qualms about turning her over his knee and spanking her bare bottom when she steps out of line. When he ends up joining her on a ship to New Orleans, their futures become inextricably intertwined, but can a common-born blacksmith and the daughter of a lord find enough common ground to make a permanent match?
Public Sex/Spanking - are you into it?
I wanted to talk about public sex today. Long before I admitted to my husband my obsession with spanking, we already colored outside the lines in our sex life. He has a threesome fetish and we both have a streak of exhibitionism. We have had sex in more unlikely and public places than I can recall. Actually, I don’t think it’s true exhibitionism because we don’t actually want to be caught or seen, it’s more of the raised stakes, knowing we *might* be caught that makes it so exceptionally naughty and therefore exciting. Sneaking off during a party is one of our favorite tricks. I drew on personal experience when I wrote the scene in my new spanking romance Humbled in which the characters sneak off for a quickie:
“I have missed my wife,” he said pulling her toward the edge of the garden, beyond the lamplight.
“Where are you taking me, Jean-Claude?”
He stopped near a low wall, wrapping his arms around her and taking her mouth with a hungry kiss.
She laughed, pulling away. “Not here, monsieur, you will cause a scandal!”
“We will have to be very quiet,” he said turning her around and pushing her torso down.
She gripped the wall for stability. “Jean-Claude!”
“Shh. Remember when I said I would take my wife any time and any way I pleased?”
“No, please, Jean-Claude,” she protested, though her heart pounded more from arousal than fear.
“You do not want a spanking out here, do you, love? They will surely hear the sound of my hand punishing your pretty little bottom.”
“You would not dare!”
He pulled up her skirts, parting the slit in the new drawers she had adopted wearing as part of the new fashion. He stroked his fingers over her slit. “You are already wet for me, darling.” His hand retreated, shocking her when it returned as a light slap right over her delicate sex.
She gasped. “Jean-Claude!”
“To whom does this little pussy belong?”
“To you!” she said quickly, but did not manage to forestall another slap. The sound from her lips was more wanton than protesting though, as her pussy suddenly burned with need. She widened her stance, hollowing her back to offer herself.
His fingers returned. “Good girl,” he purred. She heard the rustle of clothing and the head of Jean-Claude’s length met her eager slit. He slapped her sex with his cock, making her giggle, then slid deep inside her.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed.
“You like my cock inside you, do you not, Madame Armand?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“Say it.”
“I like your cock inside me!” she cried, the shameful words stoking her desire as much as the knowledge they might at any moment be seen by another guest.
Humbled
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00H...
Sentenced to die at age eleven for stealing a pig, Jean-Claude receives an unexpected reprieve when a young aristocrat girl takes the blame instead. When the mobs of the French Revolution fall upon her château years later, Jean-Claude knows he must save her and repay his debt, but as they begin their long flight to safety he makes it clear he is not her servant and he will deal firmly with any disobedience. Though he initially intends to send her off by ship, the beautiful, feisty Corinne inspires a fierce protectiveness in Jean-Claude that makes it hard to say goodbye.
Corinne is alternately infuriated and attracted to the handsome peasant who has no qualms about turning her over his knee and spanking her bare bottom when she steps out of line. When he ends up joining her on a ship to New Orleans, their futures become inextricably intertwined, but can a common-born blacksmith and the daughter of a lord find enough common ground to make a permanent match?
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“I have missed my wife,” he said pulling her toward the edge of the garden, beyond the lamplight.
“Where are you taking me, Jean-Claude?”
He stopped near a low wall, wrapping his arms around her and taking her mouth with a hungry kiss.
She laughed, pulling away. “Not here, monsieur, you will cause a scandal!”
“We will have to be very quiet,” he said turning her around and pushing her torso down.
She gripped the wall for stability. “Jean-Claude!”
“Shh. Remember when I said I would take my wife any time and any way I pleased?”
“No, please, Jean-Claude,” she protested, though her heart pounded more from arousal than fear.
“You do not want a spanking out here, do you, love? They will surely hear the sound of my hand punishing your pretty little bottom.”
“You would not dare!”
He pulled up her skirts, parting the slit in the new drawers she had adopted wearing as part of the new fashion. He stroked his fingers over her slit. “You are already wet for me, darling.” His hand retreated, shocking her when it returned as a light slap right over her delicate sex.
She gasped. “Jean-Claude!”
“To whom does this little pussy belong?”
“To you!” she said quickly, but did not manage to forestall another slap. The sound from her lips was more wanton than protesting though, as her pussy suddenly burned with need. She widened her stance, hollowing her back to offer herself.
His fingers returned. “Good girl,” he purred. She heard the rustle of clothing and the head of Jean-Claude’s length met her eager slit. He slapped her sex with his cock, making her giggle, then slid deep inside her.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed.
“You like my cock inside you, do you not, Madame Armand?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“Say it.”
“I like your cock inside me!” she cried, the shameful words stoking her desire as much as the knowledge they might at any moment be seen by another guest.
Humbled
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00H...
Sentenced to die at age eleven for stealing a pig, Jean-Claude receives an unexpected reprieve when a young aristocrat girl takes the blame instead. When the mobs of the French Revolution fall upon her château years later, Jean-Claude knows he must save her and repay his debt, but as they begin their long flight to safety he makes it clear he is not her servant and he will deal firmly with any disobedience. Though he initially intends to send her off by ship, the beautiful, feisty Corinne inspires a fierce protectiveness in Jean-Claude that makes it hard to say goodbye.
Corinne is alternately infuriated and attracted to the handsome peasant who has no qualms about turning her over his knee and spanking her bare bottom when she steps out of line. When he ends up joining her on a ship to New Orleans, their futures become inextricably intertwined, but can a common-born blacksmith and the daughter of a lord find enough common ground to make a permanent match?
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