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.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream meets BDSM sex in this new release from Simone Francis
A modern erotic fairy story. What is a dream and what is reality, and which is the most sensual?
Rebecca Mason is queen of her empire; she uses men and then discards the husks. No one is going to turn her into a whining sub. Then she meets two men she desires; the problem is one is cool and distant, and the other is not human.
Warning: This novel features some graphic sex scenes, some of which include BDSM. These scenes are all consensual and integral to the plot.
Celia Donnington is known as The Ice Maiden in her office. Will she thaw as she enters a world of BDSM at Hardend House? Will she survive the punishments? And if she does will she become a Mistress or a slave?
BDSM fiction by Simone Francis
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Warning: Contains scenes of BDSM whippings, spankings and graphic descriptions of sex.
Welcome to a world of spankings, submission and sexual slavery that seethes below the respectable veneer of Edwardian London. Follow Amelia Slone, as she enters The Bookshop in this fast paced thriller.
I love writing about the supernatural. But what if it’s really there – just in another dimension? This is the prologue to my book The Iron Tongue of Midnight. The prologue was originally written as a short story and then I decided to keep going.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve
Lovers to bed; ’tis almost fairy time
William Shakespeare – A Midsummer Nights Dream
Rebecca dreamed, tossing and turning in the heat of the night, her dark hair flowing in waves across the white pillows. The sultriness of the air glistened on her pale skin. In her dreams, she saw legions of men, each with tantalising blue-veined hard flesh standing out before them. Her arms reached out, she wanted them, wanted to touch them, feel them inside her.