Wicked Wednesday: Juniper’s Adventures 48

Posted on October 26, 2017 by jaime

This is episode 10 of Jennifer’s Pleats and Pleas 4: Holding Hands Across the Desk.

In this episode, Jennifer returns to Mr Beecham for her slippering. He allows Maddie to stay, and even to deliver a light spanking when Jennifer is cheeky. Both women, and the headmaster, enjoy that immensely.

“This is a-grade erotica in a traditional style and setting, but told by an author with an eye for the telling erotic detail. And character details. These are three-dimensional people. I loved it!” – V Sevigne, reviewer.

But I’ve had to cut the text, though. This is to be published and my publishers don’t want free competition from my site. I’ll shortly insert a link to where you can buy this fine and erotic book at your favourite e-book seller.

Sinful Sunday: A moment’s peace

Posted on July 16, 2017 by jaime

There’s a moment of peace after her Master puts the cane down, and tells her that it’s over and she’s been a good, brave girl.

Her mind is at peace. She was caned for her Master’s pleasure, and hers. There was nothing for her to forgive herself for, nothing for him to forgive. He’d just woken up needing her submission, urgently, and he’d cuffed her to their bed, and reached for the cane.

His strokes hurt as they fell on her, of course. But how quickly those individual flashes of pain turn to warmth, to a kind of sensual glow, and then to sexual longing. She watched him as he raised the cane. His cock lifted with that movement: caning her turned him on.

He takes photos for her to admire later, and then puts on a condom. And he leaves her cuffed, wrists and ankles spread for him, while he poises his body above hers, ready to take her. And then that moment of peace is over.

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Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 140: Raylene’s pain does not matter

Posted on April 22, 2017 by jaime

Rayleen likes the idea that what she wants, or doesn’t want, simply doesn’t matter. The idea is not exactly true, but it’s fun for her and her young man to play with as she waits , bent over a desk,for more of what she wants..

This is a hot scene but it’s to be published, and publishers don’t like their books to be available on line for free. So I have to take it down from here. I’ll put up a link saying where you can buy this quality erotica when that’s all sorted.

Sinful Sunday: the castle and the cane

Posted on April 16, 2017 by jaime

Time slowed almost to a stop. The cane landed, branding its line of pain and fire across her body. She would absorb it. Eons later the cane would land again.

Perhaps time was all submission and fire,. Perhaps this never would end.

Note:

Still in the dining room of the castle. The light: wood and leather. And girl. And bamboo.

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 139: The subtle threesome

Posted on April 7, 2017 by jaime

Rayleen is being punished in front of witnesses, who she offended – deliberately – last night. But when a young woman is bent over a desk in her bedroom, and her sister and her sister’s friend have come to watch Jack cane her, the last thing Rayleen expects that Jack will be distracted from her by her sister’s friend Lynette. What does a girl have to do, to be centre of attention?

Sinful Sunday: Without a word

Posted on February 5, 2017 by jaime

“Arr-ffaa!”

As the first pain reached into her body she sobbed, not with the hurt but with relief. Her long, longing wait was over.

He said nothing. He hadn’t spoken yet. But there had been two canes resting beside her right flank. Now there was only one.

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Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 138: Kissing Lynette

Posted on February 2, 2017 by jaime

Rayleen knows that a morning in which she gets caned in front of her sister and the woman trying to shag her sister should nevertheless be about HER. With a bit of cunning, and submissive wiles, she manages to achieve that.

Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 137: Strokes get in her thighs

Posted on January 30, 2017 by jaime

Jack tells Zeliie, Rayleen’s sister, to hold her down during her caning. He warns that if Rayleen manages to rise from the desk, she’d get extra strokes. And, he added, Zellie would get the same number.

Zellie didn’t actually acquiesce. But she didn’t argue, either.

Sinful Sunday: Shake it all about

Posted on January 15, 2017 by jaime

God! It’s huge!

Uncomfortable?

Master! You should bloody try it and see.

Actually, I don’t think I will, girl. Who’s Master?

The man who just shoved a plug up my bum?

The same. Ah, would you like me to take it out?

Er, no. It’s kind of ok. I think I could get used to it. Thank you. No.

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Sinful Sunday: Consolation

Posted on January 8, 2017 by jaime

Arethusa said, Oh, Master. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Master. I –

No, it’s over, darling. And you were brave and good. And your – the fault’s forgotten. You’ve paid for it, the slate’s clean and you’re a good girl again. I’ll never mention it again.

[I was telling the truth. I’ve genuinely forgotten what the fault was that led to the stripes in this picture. It would be something that I felt harmed her interests, and that I’d warned her about. And that she’d repeated anyway. It’d be laziness or carelessness, because she doesn’t wilfully disobey.]

But I hate disappointing you. I feel … [She shook her head, still on all fours on our bed.]

Shhhh, love. You’re a good girl. Wonderful fucking girl. You’re a good girl with a sore arse, right now. But I do know how wonderful you are. I know that I love you, little one.

[Arethusa isn’t a brat. She likes to be good. The worst thing about being punished, for her, isn’t the pain, which happens often enough for purely sexual reasons, but having to feel bad because she’d disappointed her master and lover.]

I know that too. And I love you, Master. But I let you down.

Here. Relax, ‘thuse. You’re the world to me. And …

Ahh… Yeah, yes…

[And that’s when I took this photo, left-handed. Just before I put my right thumb where any person of sense, in love with the woman on that bed and wanting her to feel good, would put their thumb. And hold her firmly and begin to stroke, and then pump. There was no more conversation for some time, and no more talk about feeling guilty. Eventually, cuddled in spoon position on the bed, we slept the rest of the afternoon away.]

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