Amber is the Master’s secretary. She is ultra efficient but also relishes the feel of a hand across her backside. Once she gets the thought of this in her mind she sits at her desk wriggling as the tingling in her pussy gets worse. There is only one cure.
I felt more than heard the swish of the strop as he swung it down towards the cheeks of my behind. There was a crack. I love those moments after the strike, the microseconds that it takes my body to transmit the stinging sensation from the buttocks to the brain. It has barely arrived before there is a second impact and then a third. The pain began to blossom like an unfurling rose spreading between my legs.
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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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Asa is an artist, writer and photographer who runs The Spanking Emporium His site devoted to the female bottom in all its striped and scarlet glory.
A woman explores her deepest desires as the door to a new world opens
Amber is definitely enjoying the role of a submissive and enjoys a firm hand. Well actually a bit more than a hand. These are her favourite pictures from her last encounter with the riding crop.
The Bookshop blends a racy thriller with tales of spankings, whippings and kinky sex
It’s 1908 and Amelia Slone is bored until her friend Frances disappears. The bookshop and the haughty, arrogant Prussian Konrad von Schellenberg are her only clues. Determined to find her friend, her search leads her into a secret society devoted to sexual submission, kidnapping and murder that hides just below the surface of Edwardian London. Desperate to find her friend Amelia discovers new passions for both men and women.
Beneath my heavy coat the knots that hold me tighten. Rope bites, pulling soft skin into leather wrinkles. The only clue to our purpose, the gag between my teeth, its buckle behind my head, catching strands of hair and causing pinpricks on my scalp.