Hello and welcome to Day 21 of the June A to Z spanking blog hop. Today it’s U, and I’m sharing some random thoughts of mine on the subject of Underwear.
As an erotic author underwear features fairly often in my stories, and I’m never entirely certain what to do with it. The phrase ‘get ’em off’ springs to mind, and of course my characters invariably do.
The problem stems from what sort of underwear. What is sexy? Women are easy, lots of lovely choices from corsets to thongs to lacy briefs, but men are not so straightforward. Do we prefer briefs to shorts? Or should they just solve the problem by going commando? Answers on a postcard please.
Just recently I started writing one or two historical romances, and this introduced a whole new level of complexity because now the bloomers or whatever have to be historically accurate as well as sexy. I’ve had a great time though Googling combinations, drawers, petticoats, chemises and the rest. Oh, the trials of being an erotic author.
Now, a spot of shameless pimping. My latest release, Shared by the Highlanders, came out last Friday and is riding high in the historical erotica chart. It’s a time travel menage where most of the action takes place in 16th century Scotland. In this excerpt the heroine is undressing in preparation for a switching. Her 21st century underwear is the subject of some curiosity.
In a last act of futile defiance I turn my back on them and unzip my quilted jacket.
I shiver as I slide it from my shoulders and drop it on the springy heather at my feet. The crisp early morning air only partially accounts for it. Next I bend to untie my stout hiking boots and toe them off, followed by my thick socks. The ground is frigid under my bare feet, but this is the least of my worries as I grab the hem of my fleece and drag it up over my head. My remaining layer, a thermal long sleeved vest is clingy and leaves nothing to the imagination. I pull that over my head too. The sports bra I am wearing is practical and far from sexy, but the supple bright lilac nylon does nothing to conceal my nipples, already swelling and hardening in the cool morning air.
“Turn around, girl.”
I consider refusing, but they will probably just add to my punishment if I do that. I turn and meet first Robbie’s intent gaze, then Will’s.
“Strange garments, wee Charlie. What fabric is that – item – made of?” Will eyes my colourful underwear with a degree of suspicion.
“Some sort of Lycra, I suppose. May I keep it on?” Hope springs eternal.
They both shake their heads. I grit my teeth and will my fingers not to shake as I reach behind my back to undo the row of small hooks which secure it. The bra slips forward and I allow it to drop at my feet. Determined now not to cower I stand before them, my hands by my sides, naked from the waist up.
Robbie’s lips curl in the faintest of smiles. Neither man makes any comment. They simply wait for me to complete the task they gave me.
My hiking pants have an elasticated waist so it takes just a moment to shove them to my knees and step out of them. The pile of my garments is growing, and I note that the pair of them seem almost as interested in what I am taking off as they do in my increasingly exposed body. Nothing about these two should surprise me now, but still this is odd.
I pause, briefly contemplate stretching out the moment just a little by peeling my leggings and knickers off separately, but opt to get the whole thing over at once. This is going to be awful. Period. Humiliating. Period. It’s going to hurt like fuck, and on top of that I’m bloody cold. The sooner I’m allowed to get my clothes back on, the better.
I hook my thumbs into the elastic waistband and haul both layers down my thighs and slip them off. I prefer to wax my pubic hair, and I am acutely aware of my unusually naked state as I stand before them. I drop my gaze, unable to bring myself to look either one in the eye. I shiver, my teeth starting to chatter.
“Truly exquisite. You are a lovely woman, wee Charlie.” Will’s remark is oddly comforting, despite my lingering uncertainty regarding his real intentions. “I can see you’re feeling the chill though, so I’ll be getting that switch cut. Robbie, while I do that you can see to making the wee lassie comfortable, aye?”
I glance up and catch Robbie’s sharp nod. Will saunters off in the direction of a stand of trees, his lethal-looking knife in his hand.
“Where’s he going?”
“He’ll cut a good, supple branch from one of those trees. Something nice and narrow, should make a decent whistle as I swing it. He’ll remove any twigs to leave a smooth finish – we don’t want to break your pretty skin, that would be a great shame. Then I’ll use the switch to lay those sweet stripes I mentioned across your delightful arse. And talking of which, shall we get you ready then?”
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