Please give a warm welcome to Polly Woodmore Flinders from Precious Polly by Emmie Harrison today as we sit down and see what makes him/her tick.
Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?
A most excellent question. I would have to say the fact that many out there are afraid to broach the more taboo side of BDSM, sticking to the safer and softer aspects of it. I am one of those who happens to enjoy the not so subtle pleasure mixed with pain, something many are either afraid to try or haven't found the right person in which they can trust fully so as to experiment. I feel fortunate to have been found by that someone and been given the opportunity to explore that side of myself.
Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?
Oh, Master George had a presence that lured me in the moment I saw him in the woods. I think the second our eyes locked, I knew I'd be his. It was just a matter of when and how. I wanted him to teach me and provide the appropriate discipline if I strayed. After all, how is anyone to learn or grow otherwise? Some might not understand this way of thinking and I accept that. So I just hope people can keep an open mind and understand that happiness can be achieved in more ways than just the traditional.
Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner(s)?
Me? Seduce Master George? Hrm… well, I suppose I could to a point. Though he is the one who often seduces me. That isn't to say I don't have my fun turning him on. I know right well that if I walk a certain way or curtsey in just the right fashion… Oh, now look at me. I'm getting hot and bothered. Though there was a time by the lake near his estate in which he tied me to his tree. Now that was some interesting times.
Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?
Master George is a gentleman. He would always wear briefs.
Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick he/she can play?
Just the sound of Master George's voice is enough to seduce me. The promise of a punishment or letting me know I've been a naughty girl… oh yes, those are bound to get me riled.
Q: What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?
Master George doesn't like me to speak about this too frequently, but… he does have a weak spot on his neck--the area right above his collar bone. Once or twice I've noticed he gets shivers when I kiss him there.
Q: What was one of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in Precious Polly?
Probably having my mother and Master George, before he was my Master of course, discussing my fate right there in front of me as if I didn't exist. It was rather rude and embarrassing. I had no idea what was going on. A bit of insight would've been much appreciated.
Q: Anything else you would like to add?
I'd like to add that contrary to what most people might think about the world of BDSM that those of who who choose to live such a lifestyle are indeed choosing to live it. We embrace it fully, understanding what it means and what it entails. Everything is consensual and wanted. Those of us who are submissive are willingly submitting to our Masters and those who are Masters aren't just in it to be serviced. They long to nurture and care for their submissive. It truly is much more complex than most realize.
Thank you Polly Woodmore Flinders for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please find Precious Polly by Emmie Harrison at Breathless Press.
Precious Polly by Emmie Harrison
A Naughty Nursery Rhymes story
When Polly meets the handsome Mr. Flinders, he shows her a whole new world of discipline.
Polly is unlike the other eligible young ladies in her town. She cannot play the pianoforte and has no desire to sit about, acting hostess at boring parties those of her social status are known for having. She'd much rather let her dreams and fancy take over, whisking her thoughts away so that she can place focus on more interesting things.
When Mr. Flinders decides that it is he who must tutor her in the art of the pianoforte, opening her up to the idea of becoming an accomplished lady, he reveals a very different method of discipline than she's used to. One that leaves her aching for more and willing to do whatever it is he asks of her.
Hot adult teaser:
"Pull down your underclothes, Polly."
"But, Mr. Flinders, I—"
"Pull them down, Polly. Do not make me ask it again."
She swallowed while trying to blink back more tears as they spilled down her cheeks. With slow movements, Polly pulled down her underthings. Now, the flesh of her backside was there for George Flinders to see, to take in and study. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so... Just then, she felt something strange. Despite the confusion running through her mind, her body was reacting. Betraying. The desire she'd felt from his initial slap had actually caused her sex to get wet, her juices slowly starting to drip down her now exposed thighs as her teacher watched her.
"You've been very naughty, my dear Polly. Do you know what you've done wrong?"
Polly glanced over her shoulder again, her watery gaze finding George Flinders' dark one. She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Flinders," she whispered. "I was late."
Mr. Flinders moved closer to Polly, the heat of his massive body emanating from his form, letting her know that he was leaning over hers as he whispered against her ear. "You deserve this punishment, don't you, Polly?"
"Yes," Polly answered, her whispering voice nearly faltering.
"You want this punishment as well?"
Clamping her eyes shut, Polly felt a gush from between her legs. Oh, her body was betraying her in ways most evil! She was aroused! "Yes, Mr. Flinders," she answered before opening her eyes once more.
George Flinders stood up, his hand rising into the air only to smack squarely against Polly's backside in another loud thwack—flesh against flesh. Again, he struck her. Again and again. Her cheeks stinging with each impacting blow. Groans began to escape her lips as he beat her, her body trembling as her juices began to soak her sex, her need becoming more than apparent.
"You are wet, Polly," George Flinders finally said. He moved closer, allowing Polly to feel the heat exchanging between them as he stood near her. "Do you know why?"
"I..." Polly began. She looked away from Mr. Flinders, her eyes focusing on the desk beneath her arms.
"I want you to look at me when you answer me, Polly. Tell me why."
Polly turned her head and looked at George Flinders over her shoulder. "I... I'm aroused, Mr. Flinders?" she finally stammered.
Emmie Harrison is an American writer who grew up in the North and has spent several years of her life living and experiencing both coasts of the US. Now, she has settled down in the South with her husband and two beautiful children where they spend a lot of quality time together when she isn't writing.
Despite being the typical left-brainer, Emmie has always had a love for reading and writing. Many authors and many genres have captivated her interest over the years making her tastes rather eclectic. However, she embraces this as it allows her to escape into worlds of all sorts (from Victorian to modern, science fiction to fantasy, and any others the imagination is able to conjure) be it in reading or when she writes. Although, being forever the romantic, the pull toward romance and happily ever afters has always been strong. As a result, it didn't take long before such themes became a near constant in her writings regardless of plot, genre or character types.
When not writing, Emmie enjoys her time with her very supportive husband and two young children, all of which she could never do without. Music is a must in her house and she's been known to both retro-game and indulge in anything Disney. Snow and tea make her happy, as do snuggles received from her cat.