Governing the Gang Girl 4: Charmie’s caning – what will Lynette think?

This is an episode of the book that became “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Cold Cream”. I’ve had to remove it from my site, because my publishers don’t need or appreciate the book being avaable free on my site.

In it, our heroine Charmie learns that she’s to be caned in the morning. With her sister and her sister’s friend as witnesses. 

And she turns out to be the sort of girl who thinks that might be fun.



“This is beautifully written erotica, incredibly hot, about people who feel like real, three-dimensional people. Some of the BDSM events are harsh, but the atmosphere is always loving. JJ Mortimer turns human details and erotic details into pure steamy sexiness. Reading it is like being there, on a wonderful sensual ride!” – Isadora Druse, reviewer.


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I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book has been published and is being submitted for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio.

I’ll give you a link to a page that will take you to your favoured on-line bookseller, or allow you to choose one, very soon.


2 thoughts on “Governing the Gang Girl 4: Charmie’s caning – what will Lynette think?

  1. Oh yes I did. (Panto voice.)

    It was last thing last night, when I told Dorabella that Lynette was invited to come and watch. I was pretty sure that Bellie hadn’t passed on that message.

    But the invitation had been made, so I was telling the technical truth. It hadn’t been delivered, which meant that once Raylene had set out of her Quest of Shame, I’d have to go and wake Bellie up and get her to deliver Lynette’s invitation. (Because it wouldn’t work if it came from me.)

    But just then I was more interested in pushing Raylene’s buttons than on being strictly, entirely scrupulously informative. Or scrupulous at all.

    As for why I made that invitation, it was that Bellie had caused a rush of blood to my … head, or somewhere, and I blurted out something sexually grandiloquent. No thought had gone into it.

    But once the invitation was spoken and not retracted, it becomes a thing. It was even started to seem like a good idea, worth following to see where it led. I was not, of course, thinking with my brain.

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