Here’s a very quick introduction because I’m simply handing Superotica over to the simply divine Justine Elyot today. Take it away, Justine,
Thank you, Tamsin, for letting me loose here at Superotica. I love the name of your blog – makes me feel I should be wearing my knickers over my tights. And, in fact, I am.
But I’m not here to talk about that – I’m here to talk about my new book, Her World of Submission.
The book is the last one in a trilogy, and perhaps the thought of saying goodbye to my characters, Jasper and Sarah, drove me into a bit of a frenzy because not only did I give them a grand finale, but I also brought back two characters from a previous book to be their friends and partners-in-crime.
Dimitri and Rosie feature in my book, Kinky. I’d never really thought about resurrecting them until I started thinking about how I was going to end Jasper and Sarah’s story and suddenly it just seemed perfect. What better way to help Sarah to come to terms with her new sex life than by talking it over with a like-minded friend? And who could that like-minded friend be? Bingo! When I remembered that Dimitri was an aspiring actor, and Jasper a film director – well, I wondered why I hadn’t brought them together earlier.
The delight of writing two very different dom characters, and three contrasting subs (because Rosie’s nemesis from Kinky, Trixietots, is also involved) was something new and special for me. From the nervous newcomer to BDSM to the seasoned old hand, all kinds of different types and traits could be mixed and matched.
I had a blast writing it. I really hope you might be tempted to read it too.
Here’s an excerpt:
‘Did we really order this much booze from Ocado?’
Jasper was filling the wine rack while I got the plates ready for lunch. Our guests were in the dining room, testing the first bottle.
He looked up.
‘What? It’s New Year in a couple of days. And we have guests.’
‘You’ve already got a cellar full of wine.’
Jasper barked out a laugh. ‘That’s vintage, love. It’s not for boozy lunches with kinky body doubles.’
‘Ooh, you’re a snob! I had no idea.’
Jasper straightened himself, giving me what I tended to think of as his spanking eye.
‘You’re really loving that dangerous ground today, aren’t you, my dear? I wonder why you don’t build a house on it while you’re at it?’
‘Just calling it as I see it,’ I said, dodging a little way back from him all the same.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ He crooked a finger at me. ‘Over here, missy. Now.’
I darted a quick glance at the kitchen door.
‘Jasper,’ I hissed. ‘We aren’t alone.’
‘I know that.’
His expression was implacable.
I stepped closer, still wary.
‘If I let you get away with things just because there are visitors in the house, what kind of master does that make me?’ he whispered. ‘Bear it in mind, Sarah. The rules stay the same, no matter if the whole bloody royal family comes to stay. Now turn and face the worktop.’
I put my hands on the gleaming surface, my nose almost in the bowl of salad leaves, watching Jasper rummage in a drawer. He brought out a wooden spoon and I made a horrified face at him.
‘You can’t,’ I mouthed.
‘Don’t talk yourself into more trouble,’ he said, completely unruffled. ‘Over that skirt, this won’t make too much noise at all. It’s you they might hear. So make sure you keep it down, eh?’
He patted the seat of my skirt with the rounded side of the spoon and ordered me to stick my bottom out as far as I could.
I consoled myself with the thought that I would be able to hear the dining room door open if anybody left. Their muffled laughter could be heard quite clearly from where we were.
‘Do you have anything to say to me?’ he asked softly, rubbing the flat part of the spoon around my buttocks.
‘I’m sorry I called you a snob, sir. I’m sure you aren’t one really.’
‘Right. So why did you say it?’
‘Just…it just came out.’
‘So you spoke without thinking?’
‘And is that a good idea?’
‘Quite right. What if I speak without thinking at lunch? What if I’m casually reaching for the mayonnaise and I happen to mention that you might not be sitting too comfortably because you got a good spanking in the kitchen with a wooden spoon just now. How would that make you feel?’
‘Pretty embarrassed, sir.’
‘So I’d better think first, hadn’t I? And you’d better do the same. Yes?’
The first stroke fell. It wasn’t loud, though I’d been dreading a sound that would carry through the echoing, high-ceilinged rooms to the dining table. In fact, it was a muffled thud that wouldn’t be heard beyond the kitchen. That was a relief. The pain wasn’t.
He laid a dozen hard strokes on me and I had to try every trick in the book not to cry out. I bit my tongue, squeezed my toes together, tried breathing in instead of breathing out. In the end, I resorted to picking one of the salad leaves out of the bowl and chewing on it. I wondered if I was the first person to eat salad during a spanking. Perhaps this could be a topic for post-prandial conversation? But no.
Jasper put down the spoon and kissed me.
‘I thought you were going to bury your face in that salad and howl,’ he said. ‘We’d have had to make a fresh one. Your face, though…’ He laughed into my hair and kissed me again. ‘Come on then. What kind of hosts are we, leaving our guests hungry while we kink up the kitchen units? I’ll do the hot plates – you go and take in the bread and salad.’
I wanted to wait for my flush to die down – on my bottom as well as my face – but he was right; it would be rude to keep them waiting.
If you want to give Jasper and Sarah a whirl, the new book is available here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Her-World-Submission-Justine-Elyot-ebook/dp/B00MYJH0US/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1411327131&sr=8-1&keywords=justine+elyot+her+world+of+submission
And the first book in the series, His House of Submission, is here for those who want to start at the beginning: http://www.amazon.co.uk/His-House-Submission-Justine-Elyot-ebook/dp/B009N7JF66/ref=pd_sim_kinc_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=0KHFYSQTJXM85M0T1M93