Sex and Sorcery (and virgins fucking)

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More Wifely Duties

I wrote a one off story about a woman named Jane, set in the 1950s who's husband convinces her that it is her duty, as a wife, to perform fellatio on him weekly.

Admittedly it was a totally male fantasy, a submissive wife who feels obligated to go down on him. A bit sexist yes, but I found a way to make it work without it being degrading to woman (well, as much a submissive story can be) and I was happy with it as a one off.

Then a funny thing happened. There was a bit of a demand for a sequel. But I'm not one to write unless I have something to say, so there was no sequel to Jane's story. Then a woman wrote to me to say how much she liked the story. Still, I had no story to tell, so no sequel. Then another woman made a simple suggestion and I had a story. Two stories, maybe more.

Apparently my one off story, about a submissive wife in the 1950s has turned into a series. And I just published the third book, and have started in on the fourth. 

Here's the first little bit of Wifely Duties 3...

Jane had spent most of the week avoiding her husband. Part of the reason was that she was a little bit embarrassed about what she had done following her Sunday night dinner with her cousin Andrea and Greg. The women had opening performed fellatio on their respective husbands, but oddly enough, it accidentally flashing her brother in law that bothered her more. Mostly because Greg hadn't actually seen her with Michael's penis in her mouth, but had seen her naked breasts.

The main reason she was avoiding her husband however was that she was concerned about the things Greg had put in Michael's head prior to the accidental flashing, namely giving her a spanking.

Her cousin Andrea had been spanked right in the living room and Jane wasn't interested in having any part of that. It was one thing to go down on her husband, that she had come to realize was just part of his needs. It was something entirely different to have her bottom smacked for some made up reason.

It had been fairly easy to dodge Michael during the week. Between his job and her volunteer position on the neighbourhood watch fundraising committee, she'd been able to find a reason to be out late every night he was home or in bed asleep before he got in.  Friday evening however, she could not avoid him.

Friday's were their date night. No matter what else was happening, they made sure they had time for each other for dinner at the very least.

As she served him his supper, roast with carrots and potatoes, she waited for the hammer to fall.

It didn't. She cut the pie she made for dessert, and still nothing. Then finally, when she spilt his after dinner coffee, he asked, "Is everything okay dear?"

"Of course, why wouldn't it be?" Jane replied, defensively.

"You just seem a bit, distant. Are you mad at me over something?" He looked at her concerned.

Jane looked at her husband, and mustered up the courage to just ask him outright. "Are you planning to spank me?"

"Spank you?" He asked confused. "Why on earth would I spank you? Did you do something you shouldn't have?"

"I mean, because of last weekend. Greg and Andrea. You seemed to, well you seemed to enjoy seeing him spank her." She told him. "I didn't, I don't want you treating me like some sort of petulant child."

"Honey. That was curiosity. It was unusual to me." He told her. "Is that why you've been acting so funny all night?"

"Yes." She admitted embarrassed. "It's why I was avoiding you all week."

"Wait, you thought I would just spank you? For no reason? You really thought that?" Michael asked confused.

"Well, I thought..." Jane didn't want to admit it but she didn't really have a choice at this point. "...you might want to spank me for... for always delaying my wifely duties till the last minute."

"Well. I have to say I'm disappointed. I thought we were adults. I thought we had the sort of relationship where we talked to each other about our concerns." Michael told his wife.

"We do. I'm sorry. I was scared and, well I didn't act very maturely," she apologized.

"No, you didn't. In fact, I'd go so far that you acted like a petulant child," he paused just a moment, holding in a grin before he added, "and I think you need to be treated like one."

"Ha ha, very funny." Jane said, trying to laugh him off. "You're joking, right?"

Michael shook his head.

"Michael! Are you saying...you are going to spank me?" She asked, nervously.

"Let me ask you this," he started, "if it was someone else who had acted like you have, would you think they needed to change their behaviour?"

"Change their behaviour, yes, of course, but I hardly..." He cut her off.

"And what changes behaviour better than negative consequences?" He asked.

"But, no. Michael! I don't want you to...to spank me." She pleaded.

"Well honey, let that be the motivation you need to act more appropriately from now on." Michael got up and walked to the living.

Jane followed him in silently, and when they reached the living room he took the same position Greg had when he had spanked Andrea. Michael even patted his lap, signalling her to climb over his knee.

"Michael, please. You don't..." Without a word, he patted his lap again. She reluctantly laid across him "I really don't…"

Spank.

He silenced her with a slap to the centre of her bottom.

"Are you prepared to act like an adult?" He asked her.

"Yes, I promise. There is no need to..."

Spank.

He hand hit her bum hard once more, again cutting her off.

"Are you prepare to act like an adult and take your punishment?" He asked her.

"Fine." She said, resigning herself to it but clearly not agreeing with his decision.

Spank.

"I'm disappointed Jane," he told her. "I had hoped to make this quick, but clearly this spanking is long overdue if you think this continued behaviour is acceptable."

Spank.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"What was that?" He asked, punctuating his question with yet another slap to her buttocks.

Spank.

Jane cleared her throat and spoke louder. "I'm sorry."

He caressed her bottom, "Thank you."

Jane shifted, as if she was going to get up. Michael stopped her. "Umm, Where are you going?"

"I...we're not done?" She asked.

Spank

He swatted harder, dead centre on her ass.

"Did I say we were done?" He asked.

"No." She conceded.

"Okay, let's get these off of you." He said, flipping her dress up and revealing the garter belts holding up her stockings. They framed her backside, which was encased in tight, lacey, white panties. Even through the material, he could see her well toned cheeks.

"Michael, please." She pleaded struggling a little as he undid the garter belt’s snaps. As she listen to each one being undone, her mind raced for a way to make him stop. She wasn't about to just let him paddle her bare backside! She tried to reach back to stop him, but stopped her struggling suddenly as she felt his erection poking into her.

"Good, I'm glad you've decided to behave." Michael told her, mistaking her surprise at his boner for acceptance. He began pulling her panties off her bottom, down to her knees where he left them.

"Now, if I remember correctly, Andrea got 10 spanks for breaking a dish." Michael pondered aloud. "How many would be right for your behaviour?"

"Um, 10?" Jane offered, not wanting to suggest any at all.

"I suppose." Michael said pretending to be unsure. "You should probably count them, like Andrea did."

Spank.

"Um, one?" Jane said, unsure if she had to say anything else.

Spank. Michael hit her rump even harder. her whole body shifted forward, as did his legs and then they shifted back. The movement had her grinding against his erection.

"Oww!" Jane cried. "Two."

Spank. Michael hit her bum harder still, and again she shifted, again he enjoyed it.

"Owww! Michael, that's too hard!" She pleaded.

"I didn't hear four, I guess we're starting over." He said

"Four! Four!" She said quickly, not wanting another swat, let alone having to restart. "I'm sorry, I meant to say four."

Michael began caressing her cheeks lightly. "Ahh, much better." He told her, "Now I think you can get some of that encouragement Greg had mentioned."

Michael's fingers slipped between her thighs and brushes her lips. She gasped at his touch.

"Jane.!" He said playfully as he discovered how wet she was. "Does someone actually enjoy being spanked?"

"Michael Smith! How you could even say... oh!" Jane's denial was cut short as he slid a finger inside of her. "Oh, that's, that's quite nice."

Michael removed his finger and brought his hand down hard on her bottom.

Spank!

"Five!" Jane squealed with surprise.

"Very good!" Michael told her, as he again dipped a finger inside of her. "I didn't think you would remember to count."

Jane wriggled, an uncontrollable reaction to the combination of the stinging in her bottom and the pleasure of his finger in her pussy.

"M-Michael. Please." She asked him.

"Please what?" He asked back while twisting his finger, causing her to moan.

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How to get a woman naked

How to a get woman naked, it's my most click baity subject ever, but it is what I want to talk about.

When I'm writing erotica one of my favourite things is figuring out how to get the female character nude and/or aroused. Obviously, getting a male naked in a story is easy. If the female character is into having sex, the guy is motivated to get naked. Just like in real life. Women however, I approach differently. 

Now, there are loads of women in real life that are just into having sex (or so I hear), but when it comes to erotica, I like to find different or unusual motivation to get the female character undressed or aroused. Sometimes I'll give myself a challenge, something like: Why would two people who do not like each other choose to have sex. I'll start to create scenarios to justify a specific response and then keep pulling at it till the logic of the story holds up or till a better solution presents itself.


Case in point, from that simple question (Why would two people who do not like each other choose to have sex), I ended up with The Lorian Paradox, where a man is unable to use his hands, and a "bio-organic" fluid is needed to sabotage a machine. I didn't set out to tell a scifi tale, but it's one of the ways I was able to resolve that challenge I had given myself.

I did something similar for my contribution to Sex and Sorcery 2, though in that case it was how do I get a virgin to choose to act as dirty as she could. Once I had that, I had story I could tell. Or in that case, the start of a story I could tell, turns out the virgin having "dirty" sex was just the first part of the story, there was a whole other half that presented itself as I wrote.

Another challenge I'm still working on is how could a man undress a woman he doesn't know in public, without her being mad at him. What possible reason could justify a man stripping a woman he doesn't know, and her being okay with it. I've got a solution that I think works without having to stray into scifi or fantasy worlds, but it's a little out of my normal purview, so that story is taking a lot more work than I had expected.

The one thing I will say all these things have in common is that I know they're not realistic. The internal logic of the story holds up (I hope), but placed in the real world, I completely admit that they wouldn't actually work.

As for how to get an actual woman to take her clothes off... if you have the solution, let me know! I mean, I've lucked out and had it happen but I couldn't tell you what I did or how to repeat it.

Sorry.
 

More wifely duties and bit of domestic discipline...

I've posted the first chapter of Wifely Duties already, so today I thought I'd jump ahead a post the beginning of Wifely Duties 2. You don't need to have read the first book to follow the second, I'm usually pretty good at making my stories self contained. 

In this case a reader suggested that I could follow up Jane's story in Wifely Duties 1 with a story about her getting spanked. I liked the suggestion, but it didn't feel quite right, so what I ended up doing was expanding on the role of Andrea, Jane's cousin, who is mentioned a couple of time in the first story but never actually seen. 

This story follows Andrea as she learns about wifely duties at the same time her husband decides he needs to introduce her to domestic discipline. Jane of course appears later in the book, and will return as a focal point in the third instalment which I am currently writing but for now,  here's a sample from Wifely Duties 2. 

"You have to what?!" Andrea all but yelled into the phone. On the other end was her cousin Jane, who was calling to ask for some advice.

Jane had gotten married about two years ago to Andrea's ten weeks, so it seemed like an odd reversal to be giving marriage advice to someone with more experience.

"Once or twice I week I..." Jane was struggling to say the specific words she had been alluding to, moments earlier. "...I perform fellatio on Michael."

"Because you think it is your duty?" Andrea pressed.

"I was surprised as anyone. I mean, no one actually spelled out what wifely duties were, so I had just assumed it was cooking and cleaning." Jane explained. "But, trust me on this, you need to take care of your man."

"And you enjoy doing this?" Andrea asked, confused. She had been a virgin on her wedding night, and actually quite nervous about sex, but Greg had been gentle and loving with her, which made her comfortable enough to try. Her nervousness turned to eagerness within fifteen minutes when she had her first ever orgasm at his hand. After that, she was hooked and the pair had fucked their entire honeymoon away. She had even gone down on him twice, while they had both been drunk from the hotel bar. Greg had seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, but he had seemed to enjoy all the various positions they had tried since then, so she hadn't done it again.

Jane answered the question about liking fellatio. "Well, not exactly, but I have to say that I've... I've gotten quite good at it." She admitted. "And ever since I started, Michael's been the perfect husband."

"And does he return the favour?" Andrea asked.

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, does he use his mouth on you?" Andrea asked point blank.

"Why...I...I never even considered that." Jane confessed.

The conversation continued for several more minutes, with Andrea asking loads of questions, until finally Jane said she had to go get Michael's dinner ready. They said their goodbyes and hung up, leaving Andrea to contemplate things a bit more. In fact, She couldn't stop thinking about it while she did some ironing.

Andrea and Greg were still very much in their honeymoon phase; happy, in love and going at it regularly. But if her role as wife included fellatio and she hadn't been doing that for him, she was worried that she had already failed as a wife.

Perhaps the frequent sex had been enough for Greg up till then, she thought. Yes, Greg was a take-charge kind of a guy; he would have spoken up if there was an issue.

Surely.

Maybe.

"Damn it!" She said out loud, upset at not knowing.

Suddenly the smell of burning filled the room. Lost in her thoughts, she had left the iron on one of Greg's shirts, and it had burnt it's shape onto it, ruining it. She held it up, contemplating what to do when she heard the front door open.

"Honey, I'm home." Greg announced as he walked in.

"In the laundry room." His loving wife responded, still holding up the shirt, examining it.

"What time did you...oh." Greg said as he entered and saw the shirt.

"Sorry dear. Got a little distracted again." She laughed it off.

"Andrea." He said seriously. "I think we need to talk."

"Honey, it's just a shirt, I'll pick you up another one at Woolworth tomorrow." She told him, unconcerned.

"That's the thing dear. Today it was just a shirt, last week it was just the potatoes you burned, the week before it was the wrong ingredients you bought for that casserole." He told her calmly. "I work very hard, and we're not saving as much as we should be because you keep getting distracted and costing us money."

"Oh Greg, you're making too big a deal out of this." She tried to dismiss him and exit the laundry room. He blocked the door.

"No, I'm not. In isolation these are not big deals, but grouped together... Andrea, it's disrespectful to be so careless all the time." He lectured her. "You're piddling our money away."

"Okay, I'll try to pay more attention from now on." She told him.

"You said that last time. I'm afraid it's time for some more serious measures." He told her.

Serious measures? Whatever is he talking about, she wondered.

"Honey?" She asked, following him as he headed to the living room, clearly upset.

"You need to start feeling the consequences of your actions." He told her, as he sat down, and patted his knees. "You need to be spanked."

"What?!" She was horrified. To suggest she be spanked like a child was demeaning. So she had cost them a few extra dollars? It wasn't that big a deal. It certainly didn't warrant a spanking.

"Get over my knee right now Andrea." He ordered her. Before she knew what was going on she was laying across his knees, her rump up in the air and his hand resting on it.

"I've given you ample chances, you've brought this on yourself." He informed her.

"I don't understand what the big...ouch!" She cried as he swatted her behind for the first time. "Greg, that hurt."

Greg suppressed a laugh. "Of course it hurt, you're being punished." He told her.

"Honey, you're over re.. Owww." She cried as he swatted her again.

"Okay, you made your point." She told him.

He shook his head in disbelief, she wasn't getting it yet. "Dear, I've just begun to make my point." With that he swatted her a third time, his hand landing dead centre on her behind.

"Owww!" She cried. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." She told him, clearly trying to end the spanking.

"I'm not sure I believe you." He confessed, and spanked her again.

"Greg, please, stop." She pleaded.

"You didn't listen to me. Why should I listen to you?" He asked.

"Umm." She could not come up with a response because she knew she had ignored his earlier requests to be more careful.

He repeated the question, punctuating each word with a swat.

"Why." Spank

"Should." Spank

"I." Spank

"Stop?" SPANK

The last swat, harder than any previous one, caused her to cry out in pain. "Oowww!"

"Let's see where we are at, shall we?" Greg asked, and he began to lift her skirt over her bottom.

"Greg Sinclair, you stop that right now." She tried to order him.

He ignored her completely, flipping her skirt over and onto her back, revealing her white panty covered bum.

"Barely even pink." He told her. "Well, we'll have that fixed in a few moments."

Greg began spanking her quickly, light swats, alternating between her left and right cheeks. He wasn't as forceful as he had been moments earlier, but the cumulative effect of the dozen or so swats to each buttock was a stinging pain that continued for several seconds after he had stopped.

"Are you going to be a good girl from now on?" He asked.

"Yes, yes. I promise to pay more attention." She told him.

"Oh, I don't doubt that. I meant are you going to be a good girl for the rest of your punishment?" He clarified.

The rest?! She thought. It isn't over yet? She started to panic.

"How, how much more is there going to be?" She asked, tentatively.

"Just until I feel you've honestly learned your lesson." He told her vaguely.

"I've learned my lesson." She tried to convince him.

He spanked her hard again.

Spank.

"That quickly? Either you're lying to me now..."

Spank.

"...or you knew what you were doing was wrong and just didn't care."

Spank.

"I can't say I'm impressed with either option."

Spank.

"Greg, that hurts." She pleaded.

"Yes, I imagine it would." He told her.

Spank.

"Hopefully you'll remember this next time you get distracted."

Spank.

The pain was building, so she swung her arm back, instinctively trying to protect her reddening backside.

"Oh no you don't." He told, grabbing her arm and holding it behind her back.

Spank, spank, spank.

"Greg. Please. I didn't mean to." She was holding back tears. "I don't even realize I'm being distracted when it happens."

Greg released her hand, and caressed her bottom, considering what she was saying. His gentle stroking felt soothing through the thin cloth of her panties.

"Finally, something I believe." He told her, still rubbing her cheeks.

"It won't happen again." She promised.

Spank.

"That, I'm not so sure about." He told her.

"Please, how can I show you? How can I prove it?" She begged him.

"Count out the next batch and tell me you're sorry." He ordered her.

Spank

"One." She said quietly.

"One what?" He asked, loudly

"One, I'm sorry." She said louder.

"Better. Now start again."

Spank

"One, I'm sorry." She told him, biting her lower lip to hold in a yelp.

Spank

"Two, I'm sorry" she said as her eyes watered.

Spank

"Owwww. Three, I'm sorry." She said quickly, but kicked her legs up involuntarily.

"Keep you legs down, or we'll start again." He told her.

Spank

"Greg. It hurts so much!" She begged.

"Okay, I guess we're starting over then huh?" He asked rhetorically.

"No! I'm sorry! Four! I'm so, so sorry." She pleaded

"Too little too late, dear. This is exactly the issue. You know what you need to do but you just don't stay focused."

The rest of the story is available on Amazon or Smashwords if you are so inclined. I'd love to hear any feedback, given this whole thing turned into a series based off of one reader e-mail, you just never know what your note could lead to.

Feedback and Free erotica

I love feedback, love it.

What did I do right? What did I do wrong? What parts were awesome? What parts were terrible? Tell me everything, don't worry too much about my feelings. My thinking is, if I don't hear what is working and what is not, I'm not going to get any better at writing.

Now, obviously I'm looking for constructive feedback, a simple "You Suck" isn't something I (or anyone else) wants to read but inevitably if you create something, you will hear it.

Part of me wants to drone on about the unfairness of having spent time and effort writing only to receive mean spirited comments that took little time or effort, the cosmic imbalance of how much work it is to create versus how little work it is to destroy, but instead I'd like to point out that I received two emails about the same story yesterday.

The first was a polite thank you from some one that enjoyed reading it, why they enjoyed it and a request that I continue the story. The other was an anonymous, angry complaint I hadn't make it clear enough that the free story I posted was just the first chapter (For the record, the story begins with the sentence "This is the first chapter...", but that's neither here nor there). The angry email got deleted, while the nice email got a personal response and a free pdf copy of the complete story.

To be clear, it wasn't the compliment that got them the free copy, it was that they took the time to actually write to me. It wasn't much, just 3 or 4 sentences, but it was a well thought out comment and I truly appreciate that they took the time to write it. The other person was just expressing anger. I guess they felt I owed them something in I hadn't given them. Regardless, I responded to each accordingly.

I guess my point is, if you like something (anything) I encourage you to let the creator know. It'll make their day. And if you don't like something so much you need to say something about it, make sure you're being constructive in your comments. Make the world a better place people!

The Sexy Secretary

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