Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Emily Tilton Gets Naughty at School on Wicked Wanton Wednesday


Warning:  Adults only!  Reading this post may make your panties spontaneously combust. 
 
What else would you expect from Emily Tilton?  

She knows the meaning of wicked and wanton and always comes through with a smoking hot excerpt. 


So, without out further ado, welcome to  

The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls:
 



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?

 
Excerpt:
 
The note in the directory of prospective employers seeking staff at the conference in New York was rather cryptic: Progressive school in Caribbean seeks traditional duenna to assist in implementing disciplinary protocols for female pupils. The word "progressive" confused Mrs. Lomond, but it became clear soon enough.

"Mrs. Lomond," the tall, handsome Dr. Scott said after they had sat down at the interview table in his hotel suite, "I am going to ask you a few questions that will strike you as very unusual, to start. You are of course free to refuse to answer, and to leave. Alright?"

"Alright," she replied, mystified.

"The first of these is perhaps the most unusual of all. What does old-fashioned discipline mean to you?"

Dr. Scott told her later that it was her blush that gave her away and also gave her the job. He had, he said, interviewed five women that day, and none of them had blushed, and so their interviews had been brief and official.

But Cassandra Lomond had blushed, and so her interview had taken a rather different turn.

"I suppose," she said, "that it means making certain that girls obey the rules, rather than allowing them to be in any doubt."

"Have you ever spanked a girl, Mrs. Lomond?"

Cassandra gasped, slightly, but recovered her composure instantly and tried to cough to cover the gasp.

"I. . . no, Dr. Scott, I have not. I suppose. . . I suppose you ask in order to make sure that I have no untoward. . ."

"That's not at all why I am asking, Mrs. Lomond. I am asking because at the school I am founding, the duenna I choose and I will be spanking the girls very frequently, and I need a woman who even if she has never had the chance to exercise the privilege before, understands the value of a well-spanked bottom both to the bottom's owner and to the person lucky enough to do the spanking."

"I. . . I can't understand you, Dr. Scott."

"In that case, seeing the way you blushed, I am reasonably certain that I can in safety tell you, as I am telling you now, to come over here and lay yourself over my lap for a spanking of your own, Mrs. Lomond. We all have to start somewhere."

Thus Mrs. Lomond's bottom had been the first one reddened in the young history of the Sunset Harbor School for Girls. Dr. Scott had started spanking her over her skirt. Then he had raised her skirt, all the while murmuring about what a naughty girl Mrs. Lomond was, and drawing gasping moans from her.

"Is this a wet spot I see, Mrs. Lomond?" he had asked.

Cassandra bit her lips and remained silent. Dr. Scott spanked her, hard, and she yelped.

"Answer me, Mrs. Lomond. Is this a wet spot?"

"Yes! Ow!"

"Does it arouse you to be spanked by your prospective employer?" He began to spank her harder and harder, from left to right and even down her bare thighs where it stung more.

"No!"

"Don't lie to me, Mrs. Lomond. You won't like the consequences." Suddenly Dr. Scott pushed his hand between her thighs, and Cassandra spread them, unable to stop herself. "Is this cunt wet, Cassandra Lomond?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"You should call me 'sir' I think."

"Yes, sir. Oh, God. . ." Dr. Scott had pulled her sensible beige panties down.

"You won't be wearing panties like these anymore, Mrs. Lomond," he said. "You will leave this suite wearing more becoming underthings, and you will be supplied with a full wardrobe when you arrive in Sunset Harbor, including all your lingerie." His fingers played up and down her quim, rubbing to make her sigh.

"Why, sir?"

"Because I wish it. I may as well tell you that your duties at my school will involve serving my requirements in areas that will not be covered in your actual contract, but about which we must come to an understanding here and now. Please tell me about your sexual relations with your husband."

"What?"

"You heard me, Mrs. Lomond. Would you rather I asked specific questions?" His fingers left her quim, and his hand gave her a sharp spank. Cassandra whimpered in frustration. "How often did you suck your husband's cock?"

"Oh, God. . . I. . . only once."

"He didn't make you do it, then?"

"No! He was. . . he was a kind man. . ." The fingers returned.

"Unlike me," Dr. Scott said drily. "But I suspect you wish he had made you. Am I right?"

"I. . ." He spanked her, hard on her right cheek. "Ow! Yes!"

Then Dr. Scott dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Kneel," he said. "Take out my cock and suck it. When you have it in that pretty mouth of yours, I will tell you more about your new position."

 
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Maddie's Intimate Authors Corner
 
Welcoming back Emily to the Authors Corner.  She's been here a time or two so this should be painless and easy.  Alas, I'm not so sure if that will be much for Miss Emily.
 
MT:  What is your biggest challenge as an author - creating, promoting, editing, all of the above?

ET:  I would have to say promoting. It just feels really fake to me. I know all authors say that, though, so I'll try to make it more specific to my work: I like to think that the "Tilton style," whatever that is, involves a certain amount of detachment, a take it or leave it quality, that's particularly badly suited to, say, cover reveals.

 

MT:  Reviews, getting them good or bad are a nature of the business.  What’s your take on them? Do you take them personally, use them as an opportunity for growth or change, or do you just get royally pissed off??

ET:  The best thing about reviews is that after you've got a ton of bad ones and a few good ones, you really do develop a thicker skin. My most honest take is just that the elation of reading a wonderful review simply outweighs the crushing shame of reading a bad one.

 

MT:  I often have an idea for an erotic scene pop in my brain in an inopportune spot.  The dentist’s chair, the grocery store, or simply driving in my car.  Where is your creative spot?  What are you most often doing when you think up some of those smoking hot and often intensely kinky scenes of yours?  Please, please… tell all  

ET:  Okay, fine. It's when I'm masturbating to someone else's work, or, maybe even more often, when I'm recalling someone else's work, or maybe a video I've watched, and I think, "Oh my God what if that guy were actually a senior in college and he were spanking his sophomore girlfriend?" (I've got dibs on that, by the way!)

 

MT:  I knew if I asked nicely you'd spill!  LOL  And don't worry, Em, this is a 'no poaching zone' so your naughty fantasy is safe from me.  Since you mentioned video, I love old movies. When my face is not stuck in front of my laptop writing, I'm sitting down with a big tub of buttery popcorn and a huge icy coke for movie night, which is the best!  Do you have movie night?  If so what would you be watching? 

ET:  I love every kind of non-scary movie! I guess my pretentious answer (since I have a cineast locked inside me somewhere) would be something like a movie by the incredible Russion director Andrei Tarkovsky, but really most of the time it's "The Lego Movie" or "Frozen" when the kids are around--most of the time, that is--or, if my spouse and I are alone, a romantic comedy like "Love Actually."

 

MT:  Let it go!  :)  You're just a big kid at heart. Last question, if you had one chance to live out a fantasy from one of your books, what would it be and why?

ET:  I think I would want to be one of my captured girls, like Rachel in The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls. I really would like to know what it would feel like to be made to give pleasure to a man who clearly values the pleasure of my submission. I think that's the kernel of all my erotic fantasies, in fact.
 
Thanks for stopping by again and getting wicked with me, Emily!
 
Drop in next week when my guest will be brand spanking new author Lauren Shepherd.