Caning the maid is an excerpt from my first full length novel The Bookshop. It is a complete scene, not just a teaser, so won’t leave you hanging but hopefully you will want more.
Warning: This story is about BDSM punishment and has an explicit lesbian sex scene.
It’s 1908 and Amelia Slone is on the trail of an organisation that seduces women, lures them in with promises of sexual gratification and has kidnapped her friend. To infiltrate The Order she must awaken her own desires.
She is stretched naked across the altar as he approaches.
The first thwack lands and he marvels at the way her buttocks respond. A ripple of flesh speeds out from where the strap touches her. It is like dropping a stone into a pool of oil. She does not flinch or cry out. She knows the rules just as he does. He brings his arm back and the strop whispers through the air again, landing harder this time.
Natasha is whipped and fucked in this short story.
“Are you going to ride me?” Natasha asks as she assumes the position.
A woman explores her deepest desires as the door to a new world opens in this spanking fetish short story.
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She was wearing a pair of sexy, satin shorts and a white T-shirt. There were a couple of points pushing at the thin material that caught my attention as there was no bra holding them back.
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The evening sun crept through the leaves of the trees that crowded around the old churchyard, dappling the long shadows on the path ahead with warm patches of light. The church tower loomed above Celia as if reaching toward the setting sun. She turned off the path and felt the long grass brushing against her toes through her sandals. The air still felt warm after the heat of the day and the scents of wildflowers and dry grass floated on it.
