The Romance of Chastisement

The Romance of Chastisement

Friday, August 29, 2014

The Prodigal Bride

Today I have Rayanna Jamison on board to showcase her book, The Prodigal Bride. What fascinates me about this book is that it involves DD relationships in the context of a plural marriage. So I have to think, what would that really look like? How would I as a husband manage such a domestic relationship, and how would my wives deal with it. Can a blended family in this type of social compact be happy with such an arrangement?  As you might imagine the scenario seems ripe with plot possibilities for DD enthusiasts in particular. In fact would this be the logical way to handle conflict, jealousy, negligence and all of our other human foibles in a plural marriage context? So I asked Rayanna a few questions about this.

Rayanna, how did you hit upon the idea of writing a spanking romance about a plural marriage?

I moved from the Pacific Northwest to an area that was rampant in polygamy. There are many different polygamous sects, each with very unique beliefs, and all of them within about an hour or so from where I live. One sect in particular, is very easy to spot, because of their style of dress. I see them every day, everywhere I go. I began to watch different reality shows and documentaries about the different sects. One in particular caught my interest with their unique take on marriage. This is the sect I base my books off of. I have no experience with polygamy other than that, but I have learned quite a bit about it since moving here, and feel I know more than the average person who has no real life experience with it.

Is DD a common practice in real life plural marriages?

I do not know this for a fact. In my experience within the DD community, I met a man who counseled couples in DD both online and in real life. He implied many times in different conversations that this was true, and that he knew many polygamous families that practiced Domestic Discipline. As the most prominent polygamists here keep to themselves, I have no way to be certain if this is true or not- but I believe it to be plausible.

Do you plan any more books involving plural marriages?

The Prodigal Bride is my second book in my Love Multiplied Series, and I know for sure there will be at least two more.

Great. Well, here are the book details:

Sophia Randall had no intention on returning to her home in the polygamist community she grew up when she left Hiram Jefferson just hours before their wedding. Though she cared deeply for Hiram and his family, she was young and impulsive.

Ten years, two children, and one monogamous marriage later, returning to Green Valley after the death of her husband is the only option left.

Hiram was devastated when Sophia left him at the altar. With everything already on his plate-- between his job as the district superintendent, his large family, and one sick wife, the last thing he needs is the headache of Sophia being back in town.

When his wives go behind his back and form an alliance with Sophia, what is left for him to do but show them the error of their ways with a little old fashioned discipline. But what will happen when he finds out the true reason Sophia left him in the first place?

Here is an excerpt from the book:

"If you were my wife, you would be joining her in the corner to await your punishment.

However, since you're my employee—" he dragged the last word out sarcastically, "you can just sit there and watch while you think about the spanking you have coming."

Then, he actually had the audacity to wink at her!

She met his eyes, and wondered how long he planned to draw this out. Every second felt like a full minute, and every minute felt like an hour. Couldn't he just spank someone already?

As if he read her mind, he tore his gaze from hers and turned his attention to the task at hand. Sophia watched as he carefully and methodically lowered Lucy's pale pink lounge pants to her knees, and then slowly lowered her white panties to rest just below her bottom, so as to afford her a small bit of modesty.

Embarrassed, Sophia looked away, her focus coming to rest on Lucy's face. She was shocked to see that her friend looked completely nonplussed, as if she wasn't bare bottomed across her husband's knee for an audience about to receive what promised to be a very sound spanking.

Sophia kept her gaze low, focused on Lucy's face, comforted by the calm she saw there.

Whap! Sophia squeezed her eyes tightly shut at the unnerving sound of wood against flesh. She hadn't expected it to be so loud. She knew, even though Hiram hadn't specified, that watching the punishments administered to her friends was part of her punishment. She forced her eyes open once more, willing herself to watch so as not to make it worse for anyone, herself included.

Hiram was a thorough spanker, working the spoon up and down and across Lucy's heart shaped bottom in a flurry of rapid-fire swats. No area was safe from the unforgiving path of the spoon, and soon her whole bottom was a soft pink glow that matched her lounge clothes.

Throughout this whole ordeal so far, Lucy's face had remained calm, only wincing occasionally when the spoon would strike twice in the same spot. Other than those times, she seemed completely relaxed.

Suddenly Hiram paused, jutting his left leg up, to rest on the bottom rung of the chair.

This movement caused Lucy to fall forward at such an angle that put her nearly face to face with the Oriental rug below, presenting her bottom crease to Hiram for a better angle.

It was then, Sophia noted that her friend began to look truly uncomfortable, and also a bit nervous. With a mighty crack, and a much fuller swing than he had been using previously, Hiram began to spank in earnest. Sophia watched Lucy's tender flesh flatten with each thwack of the spoon. It would bounce back up, slightly redder than before. Then, within moments Hiram would bring the spoon right back down to cover the same spot, moving his assault slightly every two or three swats, continuing until Lucy's lower bottom was covered in dark pink circles from the impact of the spoon. Lucy, whose hands were resting on the floor beneath her to keep balance, was sobbing loudly.

Sophia was sure Hiram would stop when he heard Lucy's cries, but he simply returned his leg to a flattened position with both feet on the floor and turned his attention from her bottom crease to her pink cheeks. He resumed spanking, laying a barrage of stinging swats down all across her rosy globes, until they too, were covered in dark pink circles, and Lucy was crying out her apologies and begging Hiram to stop.

Sophia was just about to cry out herself when he calmly set the spoon on the floor beside the chair and began to massage Lucy's glowing behind as he whispered to her. "Good girl, shh, you took your spanking so well. I know it's been a long time honey, but you did so well." He whispered encouraging words over and over until her sobs turned to quiet whimpers. Then he helped her to a sitting position on his lap and gently wiped her tears. She buried her head into his chest, and balancing his chin atop her head, he stroked her hair.

Sophia was mesmerized by this quiet intimacy, much more than she had been by the spanking itself. She couldn't remember a time she had felt an intimacy like that with Robert, not that her and Robert's relationship had lacked in intimacy—it hadn't. They had had a wonderful marriage and had been best friends. It just seemed different. Perhaps there was something to this spanking thing after all or maybe she was just feeling vulnerable in an unfamiliar situation.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Hiram's commanding voice. Apparently the quiet moment of comforting was over, and it was Phoebe's turn to receive her spanking. Sophia had assumed that Lucy would be joining her on the couch, but instead she crossed the room and took Phoebe's place in the corner. Standing there, she lowered her pants to rest just below her bottom, her flaming red backside on display.

Buy links:

Amazon, Blushing Books

Thanks, Rayanna for a look at a fascinating subject.