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The Bookshop An erotic thriller set in the 1900s

The Bookshop

Fetish Stories, Spanking, Submission

An Erotic BDSM Thriller by Simone Francis

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.

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Meg’s Punishment

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Nude bondage is always a turn on and Meg is one of those spirited girls I never quite seem to be able to bring to heel. No matter how many times she says, ‘Yes Sir’ or ‘No Sir,’ she still smiles cheekily and misbehaves. So, I’ve had her stripped and bound and brought to the drawing room

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Annoying Your Mistress

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There is only one thing more likely to bring severe retribution than pissing off the Master

 

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Spanking Story – Lady’s Maid

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what happens between Lady Amelia and her maid is not quite the spanking story you would expect.

 

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Dutiful Dereliction

Bondage, Fetish Stories, Submission

Bondage Sex Story by Simone Francis

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.

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