Behind Closed Doors with Justine Elyot
I have a guest! Quick, put the kettle on! It’s the wonderful and insanely-prolific, Justine Elyot, here to tell us about her latest release.
Many thanks to Kristina for inviting me here to talk about my Kinky Wife. I can’t wait to host (and read all about) her Thrill Seeker later in the year – and I’m sure you feel the same. In the meantime, you’ll have to put up with me.
I’m the opposite of a curtain twitcher. I rarely peek out to see what’s going on in the street outside. With a DVD collection like mine, why would I? Give me a street of identical suburban houses to walk along, though – preferably at twilight, just before the blinds are drawn – and my eyes will do that guilty sideways flick every few paces. What am I hoping to see? I couldn’t really say. I like the idea that anything could be happening, or a whole row of anythings, one by one, all the way to the corner of the street.
Now that we have Google Streetview, I don’t even have to leave my house to do this. I can reverse-curtain-twitch from the comfort of my own home. Every front door closes on its own story – and my latest book is an eye through the keyhole of one.
Here’s the blurb:
Is it possible to be a confident twenty-first century woman and submit to your lover?
It’s difficult, as a modern woman, to admit that you want your lover to punish you. Not just a fun spanking in the bedroom – real punishment.
Philippa knows what she wants. She wants her police officer husband to take her in hand.
But how do you ask your lover to hurt you? And, if they’re willing, how do you make sure that being taken in hand doesn’t get out of hand?
Philippa and Dan explore the secret world of Domestic Discipline. Perhaps it will suit them, perhaps it won’t. But they mean to find out, one way or the other.
And an excerpt, if you’d like one:
Be careful what you wish for.
Great advice, but impossible to follow. Wishes come unbidden and desires can’t be quelled. I wished for it, I got it. I really, really got it.
I was woken with a kiss.
“Sleeping beauty,” he said.
The room was still dark and my alarm hadn’t gone off.
“Wass time?” I tried to come to, but everything was blurred and the bed felt like a place I wanted to stay in for a lot longer.
“Early,” he said. “I thought we’d get up an hour earlier. We’ve both got work today, and I want to sort a few things out while they’re still fresh in our minds.”
Something about the way he said the words sent a warning pang right down to my solar plexus. Actually, it went a bit lower than that. I squinted at him through one eye.
He was sitting up in bed, looking ahead, his face perfectly grave. When he caught my glance, he raised an eyebrow, unsmiling.
If he was playing a role, he was doing it very convincingly.
I was scared of him. Actually scared.
But it was exhilarating at the same time.
“You mean…about last night?” I said.
“Yes, I do. We have issues to address, Pip. Go and shower and brush your teeth and whatnot and then I want you straight back in here in your pyjamas. Understood?”
I think he wanted me to say ‘Yes, Sir’ but I didn’t give him that satisfaction. Instead, I said, “Are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking, Philippa?”
Oh, bloody hell, Philippa.
It was enough to send me out of bed and into the bathroom without another word.
Under the hot shower jets I woke up properly, the citrussy scent of my shampoo acting like a stimulant to my senses. I put my hand on my bottom and felt the water stream over it. What sort of state might that be in by the time he was finished with me?
I pressed my thighs together and squirmed, feeling hot and breathless at the thought. I was going to be punished. Actually punished for my bad behaviour, and I had never looked forward to anything more. I didn’t care how much it was going to hurt – I hoped it would hurt a lot and I’d have to beg him to stop.
I washed myself carefully, getting every inch of myself as fresh and soft as I could, paying special attention to my bum. I wanted it to look good over his lap, or wherever he was going to put me. If the poor man had to do this terrible thing to me, the least he deserved was a nice view.
I towelled myself dry, scrubbed my teeth and put my pyjamas back on. They were thin cotton summer pyjamas – just plain white shorts and a vest. The material wouldn’t offer much protection, even if I was allowed to keep them on.
Allowed. The word made me cross my arms over my chest and shiver. I was going to be subject to Dan’s authority. Whatever he said in the next hour went. I wondered how naturally obedience would come to me.
Only one way to find out.
Kinky Wife is available from all the places you’d expect, including Kobo
If you’d like to find out more about my stuff, come and visit me: http://justineelyot.com/
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