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Obsession - when punishment isn't enough..

James is in his thirties. He visits a mistress who canes him. During a visit she mentions an older man she knows who provides a similar service. When she shows James his photograph, he is shocked. He realises he is an older version of the headmaster at the school he attended, the same man who caned him at a tender age in circumstances which then took James to his home for private sessions with no rules!

He had lost touch and his obsession for corporal punishment ensures he will have to make contact again. After an exchange of correspondence, James meets is abuser in a pub and after a drink, they go off together in the older man’s car where later, parked up James reacquaints himself with a milder version of Cedric Walker’s brand of punishment, with extras!

This leaves James in a dilemma. He is invited back to Walker’s home for dinner and afterwards he is taken into a dungeon punishment room where things take an unexpected twist which results from James’s earlier disobedience. Where will the escalation go from there?

Find out in a new book for fans of Sam Evan’s to enjoy. Its hot and dirty and not for the faint of heart.

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Closure by Anietta Strong - when heartbreak finally waves goodbye

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Closure - when heartbreak finally waves goodbye

Petra Larson is approaching fifty, her life until a few years ago was one car crash after another and a long painful recovery from each. She has settled in Boston USA now, having escaped from England before any further collisions with life became terminal. That was ten years before and when she left, she took Anna, a young budding artistic with a burgeoning talent, with her.

She returns, possibly for the final time, intent on reflecting on her troubled life and meeting two dear friends she has known since her teens. The visit is eventful, life has moved on for each of the trio, although perhaps not so well for Dominique Vasson, “Dommy”, a French woman Petra met first at international level as a teenage karate protégé. Another, Cerys Hughes she met at university, and it was through her, Petra got a taste for a lifestyle which while lucrative, was fraught with danger and eventually led to her being raped and beaten in a hotel room.

The visit becomes tetchy, Dommy has changed, she seems bitter and resentful and her mood swings back and forth. Petra finds a shocking cause which puts her future relationship in jeopardy together with that of Willow, a young woman who is now Dommy’s partner. It also places the financial viability of a business Petra owns at risk.

Then, just as Petra prepares to leave with Anna and return to a new challenging job in Boston, an unwanted blast from her past threatens to reopen the healed wounds, still visible, just like the faded scars on her back which resulted from the brutal attack nearly thirty years earlier.

Closure does become closure later upon her return, but you’ll have to read almost to the final pages to have its shocking conclusion revealed. Closure is a sequel to the Petra Larson series of books which plots the voyage her rollercoaster life took until she finally settled three thousand away miles from her place of birth. Each book in the series 1-5 often starkly exposes her life and that of her closest friends in forensic detail. How it ends is for you to find out.

Available of Amazon soon

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Unlikely Liaisons - a young woman's obsession with an older man, her enchantment with a girl of similar age, harassed by her lesbian boss

Maisy is a young woman just nineteen. She is a virgin and has never experienced love, barely even kissed. An overprotective mother saw to that. When she sees a man three times her age pass by her house, viewed discreetly each morning at the same time, it becomes an obsession, and she takes steps in the hope they will meet. They do and Maisy is introduced to Paul. What follows doesn’t quite go to plan, with Maisy sensing rejection. She is then introduced to an alluring young woman of similar age through her boss, an older woman with a dark agenda. What follows is an unlikely romance which stretches Maisy’s emotions to breaking point. A hot, steamy page turning novelette from the pen of Anietta Strong which explores an age gap desire and sapphic romance.

Available now on Amazon -

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The Petra Larson Series - The story of a troubled woman

Book One

A man travels on a train, he heads west to Bath, England to start a new life after a long-term relationship break-up. He’s heading to take up a position at a letting's agency located in the Georgian city centre. It is there he meets the blonde and beautiful but enigmatic Petra Larson. She has worked there a while, but she is aloof and stand offish and not popular with everyone. She is seen unfriendly, perhaps thinking she is superior to her work colleagues. The newly joined Jerry strikes up an unlikely friendship and it seems romance might flourish too. They meet for an after-work drink and afterwards, quite by chance, Jerry finds she might not be whom she seems? This is brought to startling reality when after not turning up for work the following week, Jerry receives a phone call urgently seeking his help.

Jerry is stunned to find her in a hotel over 50 miles away having been savagely raped and beaten. He collects her and and takes her to his newly rented flat and there the reason for her being in the state he found her becomes clear after a shocking revelation. Petra Larson most certainly isn’t who she likes to appear normally, it soon emerges she has a double life, one which makes any future relationship he might have hoped for now uncertain. What also emerges, is the cause of her injury resulted from a savage attack by someone very close by. Someone she knows.

Petra flees to Boston, USA to recover and heal her physical scars, but her mental scars may take longer to heal. It exposes Petra’s other world and introduces her lifelong friends along the way. Murder and mystery then join forces as revenge is planned and this soon takes centre stage. Will this and its aftermath destroy what seemed a perfect match and love at first sight?

Book Two

 Petra is still in Boston recovering. She fled to her sports psychologist; someone Petra knew from when she was an elite athlete who had competed under her national flag. Not for the first time, she puts Petra back together. Before leaving to return home, Petra goes whale watching and it is while out at sea, she has an emotional meltdown, one which brought back starkly memories of the event which took place in the hotel, an experience which has left her permanently scarred. Even so, she returns home and one evening Petra receives a strange phone call from a woman she had previously met in a courtroom. They meet up and the woman makes an astonishing request.

They connect, Petra and Jennifer Wallace or Jen as she preferred, two women troubled by their past, meet for a weekend at Petra’s luxury top floor apartment. Property she owned and paid for by earnings a mere lettings agent could only dream of. Over that weekend, every human emotion is stretched to breaking point as sapphic romance and raw sadism expose their extreme needs graphically, savagely! As a result, a deep, emotional connection is formed, and this continues and builds until weeks later in a moment of religious hatred, a brutal act takes place which destroys Petra and sees her fleeing once again into to arms of the only person who knows how to repair her – again.

Book Three

Once again Petra Larson returns to the UK but this time in secret. She finds a dilapidated blacksmith’s cottage which bears that name just off the North Yorkshire moors. She has it renovated and teases the workmen, exposing her body revealingly. She also meets an older woman who Petra takes to in a way which fulfils a strange need. Following an event where Petra inextricably tries to reenact her rape, the woman intervenes to save her from herself. The woman owns stables and offers Petra a job, and it is there she meets Ella, a pretty teenage girl who has a crush on the older woman.

While Petra is there, she is reunited by Dominique Vasson, a French born opponent in their chosen sport of karate. Dommy as she is called, is accompanied by another friend a black greyhound called Jake who once belonged to her former lover Jen. It is now seeking a new home after the woman who took the dog after the tragic event dies. A home Petra willingly provides. A devastating fire at the stables brings stark reality into play once more and after the death of the stable's owner, Petra is forced to move south and start again.

Petra now has a choice to make. To link up with her sordid past by forming a relationship with a once powerful older man or choosing a young teenager who is seeking a role model in her life and perhaps far more.

Book Four

Jaz Crealey is a freelance counsellor. She has attended a course in the Berkshire town of Reading. Covered on the two-day agenda has been railway suicide and how to recognise it. Later, on a freezing cold day with a biting wind, Jaz sees a lone woman standing at the end of the platform, a solitary figure outside and exposed when everyone else has sheltered from the bitter easterly wind. Alarm bells ring for Jaz with what she had recently learned fresh in her mind.

When the station tannoy announces the imminent arrival of a fast, nonstop freight train Jaz realises why the woman his where she is and what she plans to do. Just in time, Jaz grabs the woman and a fight for both their survival takes place. Later Jaz introduces herself. ‘I’m Jasmine Crealey - everyone calls me Jaz.’ The woman replies, ‘I’m Petra Larson – everyone calls me a bitch!’

Jaz takes Petra home to her apartment in Bristol. There Jaz finds an assortment of letters, each written by Petra to someone special in her life. Jaz takes on the task of helping Petra, using each letter and visiting that person to understand their connection. It is shortly after this Petra is savagely attacked and left for dead while out walking her dog, Jake.

This brings together the personal lives of both woman and exposes the extreme threat someone in Jaz’s life presents and this is brought into stark reality at a huge farewell party held at Petra’s apartment after she recovers. A brutal end and one which still leaves Petra’s future less than certain.

Final Book Five

Petra, still trying to put the pieces of her life back together receives a letter from a firm of solicitors where she learns she has inherited the cottage in which her murdered former lover Jennifer Wallace lived. She dreads being reminded of that brief, but deeply intensive relationship, but even so, decides to visit and see how best to clear Jen’s personal belongings. On arrival at Rose Cottage Petra realises the place has been lived in recently and later, walking along the nearby seashore Petra has a surprise awaiting her of shocking proportion.

As a huge blast from the past overwhelms her, Petra struggles to make sense of what has happened. How, and especially why; in particular why now, after such a long period of time, during which her life became a permanent train wreck. Trying to cope with the loss of Jen her former lover, stabbed to death on a London street simply because she was a Jew.

As Petra returns to her new Oxfordshire home, her apartment having been pulled down to make way for identical pattern housing. She has met a rich and powerful neighbour who she visits regularly in the capacity of a former role she carried out years before. Then, just as Petra doesn’t imagine another seismic shock is remotely possible, one arrives which leaves her reeling.

Following a savage death, there is a final massive choice to make and for both Petra and the recent surprise in her life, only one of them can come out of it unscathed.

All five books in one large single volume at a bargain price

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Hello, as the year draws to a close, now is the ideal time to reflect on the year gone by, both its highs and the lows.

Traditionally we have focused on writing books which push boundaries. Explore areas of human behaviour which goes right to the edge. Okay, some of our tastes are not for everyone and we always make this clear in our descriptions.

For a change we looked at exploring the paranormal. Perhaps not in the way most writers approach it. Ours looked at those who could, if they wished, return from the afterlife. We found a neat, possibly unique way to write this using the current interest worldwide of those who choose to end their lives rather than die in an otherwise painful and undignified way. Under the author B.L Miller, two books were written in 2024. The Girl Who Could See Ghosts and The Ghost of Sycamore Cottage.

Unfortunately, any joy a writer might experience having written books in a new genre, was quickly dampened by our experience in promotion. We found to our cost, being approached by 'successful writers' who shared their promotion methods but it soon turned out to be an elaborate scam. These 'writers' were nothing of the sort. They recommended their equally scam promoters. It took a while to realise and thankfully we were not stung financially. That was the downside of 2024.

Putting that behind us, we looked at age gap romance. Starting with older woman, younger woman, we created Age of Consent, quickly followed by One Hot Night, which is due to publish in early January.

These are both hot steamy reads which push the boundaries many authors choose to avoid. When we started writing erotica, we made a conscious decision not to shy away from explicit detail. No fade to black, never a door closing, leaving the reader to best guess what takes place on the other side. In both cases erotic caning appears and in the case of

One Hot Night descriptions of sexual depravity abound. Not for every reader for sure, but we do like to warn in advance!

We are currently working on an age gap romance novelette which features an older man and a teenage girl of legal age. It is currently gentle, but we will have to see how that develops.

2024 saw the continued success of Sam Evan's books. We recognise a market exists in the male/ male corporal punishment genre. Men who wish to recall their time at school by taking this into adulthood. Younger men, meeting their nemesis. Often the same man, possibly a headmaster from their time at school, who they then meet by chance. Those events in the privacy of the headmaster’s office are resurrected far more brutally in adulthood.

It doesn't need further description. These are books with an obvious theme. I'd like to thank all those who purchased these books and we obviously look forward to connecting with new readers too.

Like all INDY authors, promotion is a difficult area both to understand and especially negotiate. I'm sure authors reading this will find as we have, there is no shortage of offers to help promote our books. From our experience 99% are chancers. Eager to part us with our money. Quite how some offer mailing lists of 5000, even 10,000 or more is a mystery. I would not wish to find our books offered to the Women's Institute or the local church floral society as I am sure these are random lists which bear little authentic reality.

We are offering our books direct, as well as through usual channels such as Amazon and D2D.

One problem, especially with Amazon, is being able to offer reduced prices, without reaching a stage, where after commission, we might as well give our books away which is hardly the point is it!

We have a website or alternatively, our books can be found through Kindle searches or newsletters like this. So, if you wish to receive any book in epub form (no paperbacks unfortunately) please contact us through here or by following the link to www.texshirebooks.com/contact. Communicate the title you wish to purchase at a greatly reduced rate and we can email the title. You just need an epub reader (Kindle app is perfect) just load the file and it is done. Payment would be via PayPal.

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One Hot Night - Depravity on steroids

One Hot Night. coming soon on Amazon and D2D

Two women, a generation apart in age meet on a train and soon rekindle events which occurred years before when any romance between them would have been strictly forbidden. Both women still have their troubles, and over the course of what remains of that day and especially during one unforgettable night that follows, they rid themselves of guilt and frustration in a display of hot, torrid and often depraved sexual activity. During essential breaks, they both open their hearts to each other in upsetting detail. An age gap romance which will shock the faint of heart.

An excerpt

Carla boarded a train in Edinburgh.  The carriage was surprisingly empty as she felt the train pull away. She doubted it will stay that way once she got beyond Newcastle and thence headed across to Manchester via York. This had become a regular trip, although this one is to be her last. She worked in Bath, at the university to be precise. She had been on secondment, filling in at Edinburgh University during a maternity leave vacancy in their Modern English department. She had been offered a job, but Carla, always felt the lure of the South, where what friends she had left lived in the Bristol Bath area, so moving north would have meant starting afresh. She did consider what difference that would make in reality. What friends she had considered to be so, never called. She knew several met up, but she was never on the list of people to call and join them for a girl's night out, a get together.

That was a point though. Her life was a very feminine affair. Few if any men ever featured. Carla was a girl’s girl. There was no room in her life for people of the male persuasion. Was it that? Most of her friends were either married or in a so-called normal relationship. Only one in her group was like herself or so she suspected. Carla had never considered making an approach, while there were risks resulting from “coming out”, making an incorrect assumption a fatal mistake, there was the simple fact of chemistry which had prevented any false approach. Carla just plain didn’t fancy her!

The six-month secondment had given Carla time to reflect. To give her life a review, a long stare. What she saw wasn’t a pretty sight. She realised she had never settled. She was a grass is greener type of person, always crossing from the safety of being settled, even normal, to what so often was an extreme version of contentment. With bridges burned and that green grass having turned brown and dry she had to somehow get back across through the fast-flowing water and take refuge in the simple ordinary, commonplace until the next excitement rush. Wasn’t it time to find someone to put down roots with? That in itself was easier said than done. Wasn’t she running out of options. Hadn’t her friends seen through her. Wasn’t that why they avoided her? But what to do. She had run out of options - hadn’t she.

The impending arrival at York awoke Carla from a brief slumber. The journey from Newcastle had been a mystery. Had she looked she would have passed Anthony Gormley’s Angel of the North with its huge arms outstretched in welcome or was it for her a farewell. By then she was asleep and away with her own angels. The train ground to a halt with a screeching jolt as was expected. It helped to be clinging onto something fixed if you were standing although that didn’t affect Carla who was seated. That brought a concern to her thinking. All this sitting on her arse twice weekly! Ok that was coming to an end but had the damage been done already? Her backside starting to spread, those glutinous muscles, previously her pride and joy, now sagging through lack of exercise. She’d get back to tramping the open plains, maybe get a dog, better still find herself a lover! She’d always been energetic in bed, she just had to find a worthy opponent, someone younger to keep her interested, get her back on her toes – that is when she saw Jade Williams!

The train was on the move again, new arrivals who had boarded the train were moving through the train, seeking a seat which hadn’t been reserved. Jade was doing just that, looking around aimlessly. It was that rather far away detached look which was most noticeable to Carla. Suddenly their eyes met and locked on. Carla had no doubts it was Jade Williams, she sensed Jade wasn’t so sure. After all, hadn’t it been three years since they had last met, with Jade a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl then. Carla smiled; she pointed to a vacant seat in front, which had a table separating it. Jade was holding up the queue, decision time was pressing. She moved on quickly, before squeezing in to the seating area and sitting down. The long stare continued.

‘Long time no see Jade, it is Jade, isn’t it?’ Carla had asked a seemingly stupid question; she knew damned well it was. Jade Williams was uniquely unmistakable.

‘Yes Miss Mason.’ Jade’s reply was submissive which sent a shiver down Carla’s spine, or at least a surprisingly deep voice did.

‘I’m not your teacher now Jade, call me Carla.’ There was continued silence, Carla assumed the air of authority she as Jade’s teacher of English had created would take time to wear off. Mind you, she quite liked the thought of Jade Williams as a willing submissive in her life, if that was possible. ‘Is everything okay, you seem a bit distant, upset even. Is anything wrong?’ Carla probed.

‘Not really.’ Jade replied. That was it, short if not really sweet. The refreshments trolley was approaching.

‘Would you like something, tea, coffee? I don’t think they do anything stronger than a coke!’ She asked Jade who appeared stunned, even in shock.

‘A neat scotch would be nice, but I’ll settle for a tea, milk and no sugar please.’ Jade seemed to be relaxing, settling. That was Carla’s choice too, so ordering was simple with further conversation put in hold while the refreshments were served.

‘Not really sounds ominous. Is it something you might care to share?’  The next question to be asked.

‘I think you are the last person who needs to know what has happened. My parents have washed their hands of me, I’m sure you’ll do likewise if I told you.’ Carla sipped her tea and watched the beautiful young woman facing her do likewise.

‘Has it got anything to do with you boarding a train at York?’ Carla asked, knowing damned well it did.

‘So, you know, you already know? Who told you?” She asked, almost resentfully.

‘I am not Sherlock Holmes Jade, neither am I a mind reader. I had no idea I’d be bumping into you today, a pleasant event I might add, but I have no idea what has happened other than I suspect you appear to be heading home mid-term from York University in your first academic year. Together with your rather upset mood, I suggest there has been a problem.’ Carla went for the meat!

‘If you consider being sent down a problem, then yes, that pretty much covers it!’

‘Sent down? That sounds pretty drastic, what happened?’ Carla asked, gently.

‘I failed my exams. I made no effort and going out getting drunk and drug abuse didn’t help either. The final straw was when a stash of hard drugs was found in my room. I was accused of dealing and that was it! I was stuffed like a fucking turkey!’ Jade shrugged; it was obvious she was beyond caring.

‘Were you?’ Carla asked.

‘Stuffed like a turkey?’ The reply sounded blasé.

‘Don’t be smart Jade, you know what I mean’ The girl bowed her head.

‘I’m sorry, I’m upset.’ Carla pressed.

‘Well?’

‘I was given something to look after. I didn’t know what was inside. I didn’t look and i certainly didn’t ask.’ Jade left it there.

‘Maybe leaving isn’t so bad after all. I imagine the owners of the drugs won’t be happy. They will expect you to recompense them!’ Jade nodded.

‘That’s the main reason I’m leaving. The boy who gave me the package to look after has already been beaten up. He blames me.’ She explained.

‘Your boyfriend?’ Carla asked, keen to find out her sexual preference.

‘Hardly! That’s another sore point with my parents. I prefer girls!’ Carla listened in stunned silence. She hoped to not show any reaction on her face. She liked girls too, but only once they’d grown pubic hair! Not that she liked a thick thatch. No, she enjoyed shaving it off!

Truth be known. Carla Mason had a thing about Jade Williams. This was long standing and that thing – those thoughts, were so forbidden they were off the scale. Jade was sex on legs as far as Carla was concerned, but within the confines of a school, where forming any relationship whatsoever was career ending and likely to end up residing in a prison cell for good measure, it had been quickly erased from her mind. Carla now realised this gorgeous creature seated just feet away wasn’t at school now. No school uniform or navy-blue knickers. She stared at jade Williams now and wondered what sort of knickers she now wore. She was sure they’d be brief and unlikely to warm her cheeks.

‘Same sex relationships are pretty commonplace Jade. I certainly won’t be passing judgement.’ Carla replied. Realising her reply had been a long time coming. ‘Anyone special?’ She added.

‘No, I didn’t date while was in York. Everyone is so fucking nosy, it’s impossible to keep anything under your hat at uni.’ Jade replied quickly. ‘Besides I’m looking to meet someone your age Carla.’ Those words sent a shiver down Carla’s back, she’d had those throughout her life. She wasn’t sure but a mini orgasm was high on her list of suspected reactions.

‘You like older women?’ Carla asked to be sure.

‘Yes, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I quite fancied you at school.’ The shiver this time really left no doubt as she found herself seated in a sea of arousal.

‘I better not mention the forbidden thoughts I had about you, had I!’ Words just poured out of Carla’s mouth.

‘So, it’s true then?’ Jade asked.

‘What is true?’ Carla pushed the question back.

‘That you are……’ The delay deliberate.

‘Are you asking me if I’m gay?’ Carla helped join up the dots.

‘Well, are you?’ Jade kept the ball in court.

‘Would you like me to be?’ Carla wasn’t ready to concede – yet. The train announcer broke the tension. The train was arriving at Manchester and passengers leaving the train were reminded to collect their belongings and to wait until the train came to a stop. People were standing and ignored the advice. It seemed a mass exodus was under way and any reply Jade gave would now have to wait a while.

‘So, what are your plans, will you go home?’ Carla asked after a while once the train had got going again and the newly arrived passengers had settled.

‘No, I couldn’t stand their low opinion of me. I am not an only child, they have a spare to shower with attention.’ Carla listened and wondered if affection rather than attention was what Jade needed.

‘Where will you go?’ Jade shrugged which was worrying.

‘I’ve got a mate, I’ll see if I can crash out on her sofa for a few days, until I find something more permanent.’ Carla realised how vulnerable she was. A beautiful young woman open to exploitation. Thankfully those within the York drug trade would be unlikely to find her. Not so the case had she remained. She shivered at the thought how she might have paid off her debt.

‘I’ve got a spare room you could use. Somewhere to recover, find your feet and get you back on an even keel?’ Carla suggested, unsure why she had really made the offer.

‘Really, I’ll get a job, I don’t expect you to carry me.’

‘There is plenty I can get you doing to earn your keep, there is no such thing as a free lunch.’ She waited for reaction, but none came immediately. Carla sensed the girl was recovering from the shock. ‘I’ll set some rules, you stick to them, and we will get on fine.’

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The Submissive - a steamy, sadistic love story

When you are addicted to pain, a bond of love can form with the person who inflicts it.

Unlike Ellie, James is new to the scene, he is visiting William, the sadist linking the two...

Ellie, unbeknown to James is already in the house, recovering from a sadistic caning. William has a plan for them both to meet but why?

They meet in the coming days and later Ellie invites James's home and a torrid night of love is shared but then - silence...... why?

Then after a period of weeks, a tragic bombshell explodes which explains everything, particularly why James and Ellie were meant to meet...

A hot steamy page turner from the pen of Sadie Stern A sadistic love story....

An excerpt;

I’m off the bus now. I wasn’t sure how much I’d be drinking so I left the car behind. The tiny Italian restaurant where we’d agreed to meet was just a few steps away. It was early, so it wasn’t busy when I entered. There was a small bar area just inside, so I went there first. I looked down through the restaurant and to my horror I realised I was first to arrive.

‘Miss Jennings?’ A rather rotund man behind the bar asked from my left. I turned in surprise.

‘Yes, that’s me.’ The man had a large round face which matched the rest of him.

‘Mr Callow is expecting you.’ I looked down the length of the restaurant again.

‘Seriously? I can’t see him.’ I asked.

‘We have a private area where those who wish to dine discreetly can do so.’ The man who had eased his way out from behind the small bar area brought two menus and with a rather over ingratiating bow led the way. I followed. I saw him soon afterwards, seated with his back to me. On arrival the waiter introduced me and my host turned at smiled.

‘Ellie?’ He spoke just the single word.

‘That’s me, I guess you must be James and our common link is William.’ I replied.

‘You aren’t quite what I expected.’ He responded after giving me the once over. ‘Please take a seat.’ The waiter helped me out of my coat then leaving the menus left us to ourselves.

‘Why is that Mr Callow, is it because I’m female?’ I’m not sure he expected that.

‘I did express surprise to Mr Martin when he used the term “she” when he described a client who he said was rather upset after your own session.’ I smiled. I decided to shock him. The waiter had just left so I didn’t expect his immediate return. We were out of sight of any diners further down the restaurant.  I had yet to take my seat, but before doing so I turned my back and flipping up my short dress I exposed my buttocks which were inadequately covered by a string thong which passed deep between my striped cheeks.

‘Because he did this?’ I didn’t dwell, the curtain came down and I gently lowered my bottom onto what was thankfully a soft padded chair. I winced slightly as my scabbed skin stretched.

‘My god, you’re not shy are you.’ He reacted to which I smiled.

‘I won’t ask you to show me yours, but I imagine your arse isn’t that different, just hairier!’ I replied, casually picking up a menu. He nodded; I could see he enjoyed finding me a worthy adversary.

‘It is, and for your information I keep mine shaven.’ Touché, I thought then replying.

‘Good, I don’t like men with a hairy arse!’

‘I’m pleased to know that Ellie, not that it’ll ever become an issue.’ I wasn’t so sure.  He looked pretty fit and while William’s long thick cock kept me very happy at both ends, I knew I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed if he found his way into it.

‘Never say never James. Now, what do you fancy?’ I picked up a menu and scanned the options.

‘I can see why you earned those bloody stripes!’ I ignored the jibe, then decided I couldn’t let it pass.

‘Really? So how did you earn yours?’ He was busy deciding his own choice of food, then having made a decision he snapped the menu shut with a snap!

‘How do you know William?’ He asked, ignoring my question.

‘I’ve known William all my life. I love him passionately because he saved my life in my early teens. One can never repay such a heroic act.’ I saw James’s eyes widen. His reply wasn’t unexpected.

‘Even more reason why my arse, hairy or otherwise is unlikely to become a feature, wouldn’t you say?’ The mayflies were in profusion, so I rose and took the bait.

‘That suggests he fucks me as well as beats me with that stout cane I’m sure he later used on you.’

‘My guess is you were in his bed smearing his sheets with your blood while he dealt with me?’ Oh boy I was enjoying this!

‘So, how did you meet William? Just imagine, had we not both been booked on the same day I doubt we’d know of each other’s existence?’ I asked.  Changing the subject. The waiter appeared. I had decided on a fish dish. Plaice, poached with a hollandaise sauce. James, an obvious carnivore ordered a steak au poivre, medium rare, I could see he liked his meat quite raw. Mine was well tenderised, so…,

‘We met on a train, the carriage was almost empty and quite incredibly when he took his booked seat in York after I’d joined the train in Newcastle, I found of all other places he could have sat, there he was now seated opposite.

‘Fate James, you were destined to meet. Having said that, it’s one thing to taking a seat opposite a stranger to finding oneself strapped down naked over a leather bench and being flogged bloody!’

‘I could ask the same question of you, how a beautiful woman has a man save her life as a child and then bloody his sheets much later in life?’

‘That’s incredible isn’t it and the common factor is William Martin.’ He nodded agreement, so before the waiter reappeared with our food, I tossed him another tasty morsel. ‘I won’t mention my age, it might shock you but one afternoon returning early from work he found me naked on his bed, my legs open wide! I’d left a trail of clothing all the way up his stairs, my school blazer must have been quite a shock, especially as it was next to my regulation navy blue school knickers!’ Our meal did arrive, and silence continued long after the eating staff had left.

‘God, did he fuck you that early, you really must have been grateful.’ I smiled.

‘No James, he spanked my bare arse and kicked me out, more wine?’

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A sensitive but steamy age gap romance

Jeremy is outside in his front garden when a young woman who lives a few houses further on passes by. He’s noticed her before. Maybe that’s the reason he is out there, hoping she passes. The young woman, a recent mother, comes into sight but now she is crying. Something has happened. He invites her inside and there he finds out her name is Lisa, and she is to be evicted for rent arrears. Jeremy makes her an offer, a loan, but how can she possibly repay it.

A sensitive romance between an older man and a much younger woman. Daddy and little? Who knows, read and find out.

Another short story from the pen of Sadie Stern.

An excerpt

True to her word, Lisa was back within 20 minutes. She had a large file with her and to my surprise she had changed into a short black dress. She had bare legs and I hope she realised the risk of bending over! Then again, after her recent rather indecent offer I did wonder if it would bother her too much.

‘I thought I ought to put on my glad rags, do you entertain a lot?’ She asked.

‘Dinner parties every week. I’m surprised you haven’t heard the riotous behaviour as my guests leave.’ I smiled. ‘I wish!  I imagine tonight won’t be a tee shirt and jeans event?’ I answered.

‘Your house Jeremy, you decide, if you prefer, I can go back and change into casual clothes?’ I didn’t believe her for a minute, but I didn’t let on.

‘What sort of food do you eat? I’m pretty handy in the kitchen. You decide.’ I thought we’d eat first and then get down to business.’ She nodded.

‘Sounds a plan to me.’ She looked away and up to the ceiling. There was a cobweb dangling, and I dreaded my image would be tarnished if she saw it. A finger resting on her bottom lip suggested she was thinking. She was certainly adopting the right pose. ‘To be honest it’ll make a change from beans on toast. At least I’ll stop farting for a day hopefully.’ She replied with a cheeky smile. She was drop dead gorgeous and I just couldn’t imagine her farting!

‘Girls don’t fart. Especially gorgeous creatures like you.’ I responded.

‘Oh, trust me they do Jeremy. You have a rather chivalrous attitude to us modern women, sweet but misguided.’ I was enjoying this, but this was shattered by the sound of crying. ‘That’ll be Jonnie, he’ll want his feed.’

‘There’s a kettle in the kitchen if you need to make a feed.’ She smiled.

‘No need, I bring my own.’ She stood to leave, smiling as she left. I decided to leave her to it and headed for the fridge to find the meat I’d bought at the local butcher's shop. Lisa hadn’t returned so I assumed she’d found somewhere private to feed her baby.

While the lamb cutlets were cooking, I left the kitchen and headed for the dining room to lay the table. To my surprise Lisa was seated in a comfortable chair breast feeding. She looked up and smiled while I looked at contentment attached to a nipple.

‘I’m sorry, I’ll come back when you’re finished.’ She looked up and smiled.

‘No, it’s fine. You’re not bothering me at all, I don’t mind you looking.’ Unsurprisingly, Lisa didn’t wear a bra. She’d pulled the straps down off her dress and she was more or less stripped to the waist. One breast was exposed and she showed no sign of attempting to cover her partial nakedness. I laid the table and left her to finish the feed.

‘He’s settled. I changed him and put him back down. He’s a contented little soul. God knows how he could be with a father like Mike.’ I was close to completion. The cutlets were cooked and being kept warm. I’d boiled some baby new potatoes cooked with a sprig of mint. Some asparagus spears completed a simple meal, and I was reducing the rich gravy to pour over the meat.

‘Maybe he takes after you. I’d say you are contented, or I hope you soon will be once we clear that debt. You’ve enough on your shoulders.’ I looked at her leaning against the worktop. The dress she wore was akin to a skin, it was tight and fitting like she was wrapped in clingfilm. I really did wonder whether she wore anything underneath. I’d looked for a panty line as she turned to return to the dining room, then again, knickers were so brief these days it was always hard to tell. Women liked to show their bottoms as a valuable asset and hers was certainly in that category.

‘That was amazing. Where did you learn to cook like that?’ She asked as she placed her knife and fork neatly together on a now clear plate. Here was a young woman in need of a decent meal.

‘Practice really. I’m self trained. It’s easy these days. There is no excuse to waste money on take outs or kebabs.’ She opened her eyes in amazement.

‘My ex - partner could barely heat baked beans and he always burned the toast.’ I wondered about him, he always seemed brash and cocky.

‘What was he like to live with?’ I had to ask, not that I expected any surprises.

‘A pig if you want to know the truth. He hit me a lot. Once he realised, I was pregnant, and I wasn’t going to have the abortion he demanded he just packed a bag and left.’ I knew he’d gone, and I often saw her pass by on her way to and from home.

‘You’re better off with him gone. Shame I wasn’t younger, I’d definitely have been interested in you.’ She gave me her trademark cheeky grin.

‘You mean you aren’t now? Age is just a number.’ I couldn’t believe her words. Was she serious?

‘I’m not in my spring of youth, but I’m fit and not overweight.’ I wasn’t sure why I said that, it felt slightly defensive.

‘Why do you feel a young woman like me is only interested in appearance. Surely, it’s who a person is that matters, not how they look.’ Then she said something that sent a ripple of excitement through me. ‘I know you look at me when I pass, has it never occurred to you I might have been looking back, wondering.’ She tantalisingly stopped there, leaving me to join up the dots?

‘So, how much should I trim off your bill for tonight, Lisa.’ I changed the subject. She looked over at a mantelpiece clock as she then replied.

‘Its barely 8pm, the night is young. Jonnie is sleeping peacefully; it’s too early so set my fee.’ I’d prepared a sweet, I had a carafe of coffee just needing boiling water poured in. I stood and made my exit. This woman was getting under my skin, but in a pleasing way.

‘So, you like older men?’ I felt compelled to ask once the sweet I’d bought was portioned and a plate with a fork placed in front of her.

‘Yes, I always have. Mike was older but his idea of being the mature presence in my life was to be a bully and controlling. He hadn’t matured like you.’ I smiled.

‘That makes me feel old.’ I pretended to be hurt.

‘Mellowed? Is that more a fitting description?’

‘It’s an improvement.’ I pleaded. ‘I thought tonight is worth £500. How’s that?’ She seemed shocked.

‘I had thought of charging less for a fuck!’ She laughed.

‘Oh, you’re worth a lot more than that.’ I realised the minefield I’d just walked into. I immediately qualified my answer. ‘Not that I could possibly know.’

‘Quick on your toes for an oldie!’ She reacted,

‘Have you ever been spanked?’ She sat up rigid, a piece of cheesecake on a fork was suspended equidistant from plate to mouth’.

‘So, you’re into kinky sex too?’ She asked.

‘Not at all, but some men of a certain age might object to being reminded about their age.’ I explained.

‘So, you’d spoil a beautiful evening by spanking your young, innocent dinner guest.’ I shrugged. The most noncommittal of gestures. 

‘I think anything beyond young might be stretching reality a bit. Shall we get down to business and settle your debt?’

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Age of Consent - Jasmine's age of consent birthday celebration

Rhona’s sexual preference are women. In her 40s, she offers strict, disciplinary guidance to younger women needing direction and purpose in their lives.

Jasmine a wayward girl, is nearing her 18th birthday. After a scrape with the police, her parents are throwing her out, they have had enough of her troubling behaviour. In a magazine, Jasmine sees the services offered by a local woman and makes contact. Rhona and Jasmine meet, they get on and the older woman offers Jasmine a room in her home. This is the start of a hot steamy romance but not until Jasmine reaches age of consent. Everything leads up to a birthday neither will forget. Dark secrets unfold, and Jasmine’s past comes back in an unexpected way. Sadie Stern, writing in her usual no holds barred way, where nothing is left unexplored.

An excerpt;

  

Jasmine was in her bedroom when she heard her phone ping. She had been anxiously waiting to see if she received a return call after replying to an advertisement she saw in a magazine; it was the banner headline which attracted her. It asked its reader if they lacked discipline and positive direction in their lives. Jasmine knew she was in desperate need of both having been told to find somewhere else to live by the end of the month. She sat and stared at the phone, too frightened to open up the message and read it. What if it was a rejection. Jasmine got off the bed and walked to her window. She looked out. A young woman of similar age was leaving her house to walk into town. Jasmine had once considered her to be a friend, but after a stupid dare went wrong, and she got caught shoplifting, the girl had dropped their friendship on the instruction of her parents who saw Jasmine as trouble and a bad influence. She knew just staring out of the window was an excuse. The real cause of her procrastination was lying on the bed behind her. It was time to look and find out who had contacted her.

 

Dear Jasmine,

Thank you for replying to my advisement. You didn’t mention your specific age which has placed me in a difficult situation. My disciplinary methods are very specific even though I didn’t outline them. As a result, I have to be certain you are of legal age before I can proceed. Therefore, I suggest I meet you, whereupon we can discuss this matter further to see if the service I offer is appropriate for you. I know you are local because of the advertisement catchment area. Therefore, I suggest you propose a meeting place and time, and we can meet. I will need your proof of age.

 

Best wishes,

 

Rhona x

 

There was a kiss on the end. A kiss! That meant more to Jasmine than anything. She was starved of affection and even the smallest gesture meant everything.

 

 

It was just after 11am when Rhona entered a park. It was a meeting place Jasmine had suggested just out of town. It appeared she lived surprisingly close to herself, which was a good thing in some ways, but not so good in others. She also wondered about the wisdom of such a location to meet with the British weather so unpredictable. There was a lake at its centre of the park with seating at regular intervals. Jasmine said she would be seated at one of them. Entering, Rhona had a choice, to turn left, or right? She chose the latter direction and walked along a gravel path, watching as ducks squabbling over bread being thrown by a child seated in a pushchair. Then she saw a young woman ahead. There were precious few other people around and seeing a lone seated figure, that had to be a clue – surely?

‘Jasmine?’ Rhona spoke enquiringly as she got closer.

‘Yes, that’s me, I guess you must be Rhona?’ She replied slightly nervously.

‘That’s correct. It’s nice to put a face to a name.’

‘Likewise.’ Jasmine continued the rather stiff formal conversation.

‘You don’t look like a naughty girl in need of discipline.’ Rhona decided to change that with a groundbreaking personal approach.

‘I’m not, but my actions are.’ Rhona sensed defiance.

‘Shall we walk? It’s not that warm, I don’t wish to freeze my arse off sitting on a park bench.’ Rhona continued.

‘I was going to suggest a bar in town, but I didn’t think it was likely to be the sort of place you’d hang out.’ Rhona took that as a challenging remark.

‘So, you’ve already labelled me as a snob.’ She reacted. ‘At least that might have given me a clue as to your age, although I suspect you’ve been entering bars for some time?’ Jasmine was on her feet now. She was around five eight and slim, she wore tight jeans, and she had an arse Rhona considered worth smacking.

‘I’m 17, 18 in three weeks.’ Jasmine had seen the question in her remark and supplied an answer Rhona suspected was true. ‘Do you require proof; I’ve brought my birth certificate.’ Rhona shook her head.

‘No, that won’t be necessary, but should we proceed with what I had in mind Jasmine, you will pay a heavy price if I later found out you had lied.’ They started walking together and Jasmine asked the inevitable question.

‘What have you got in mind?’

‘That young lady lies within the wording of my advertisement. Instilling discipline and positive direction. You spoke of needing both. I have ways of fulfilling that.’ Rhona explained without detail.

‘And lying fits in where?’ Jasmine turned and looked at the woman beside her who had stopped and was looking back at her and making direct eye contact.

‘That, Jasmine comes under the mantel of trust. Normally I would be dealing with a woman older than you. Sometimes these women are as old as me, occasionally older too. They choose to be someone younger. They often dress to fit that age. It is always a business transaction. They arrive and pay me to punish them. They often bring a list of misdeeds which I read while they change from their everyday clothes into whatever attire suits their desire. Most end up across my knee with their knickers pulled down. I smack their bare bottoms – hard! Lying is often shown on that list.’ Rhona watched as shock and amazement was displayed on Jasmine’s face.

‘Wow, that’s kinky!’ She replied.

‘So, you are already suggesting I am a pervert?’ Rhona asked without a hint of a smile.

‘Oh God no! I love the idea. Do you plan to smack my bottom?’

‘No Jasmine, I plan to cane yours!’ Rhona replied creating further shock.

‘Seriously?’

‘Definitely, I think you need a good thrashing. It’s a great grounding mechanism. You’ve been allowed to get away with far too much for way too long. That all changes if you link up with me.’ Rhona moved on and left Jasmine to catch up. When she did, Rhona made a suggestion.

‘Let’s go to this bar you mentioned, that one I’m far to snobby to enter!’

‘Okay.’ Jasmine linked arms and led the way.

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Age of Consent - Jasmine's age of consent birthday celebration..

Rhona’s sexual preference are women. In her 40s, she offers strict, disciplinary guidance to younger women needing direction and purpose in their lives. Jasmine a wayward girl, is nearing her 18th birthday. After a scrape with the police, her parents are throwing her out, they have had enough of her troubling behaviour. In a magazine, Jasmine sees the services offered by a local woman and makes contact. Rhona and Jasmine meet, they get on and the older woman offers Jasmine a room in her home. This is the start of a hot steamy romance but not until Jasmine reaches age of consent. Everything leads up to a birthday neither will forget. Dark secrets unfold, and Jasmine’s past comes back in an unexpected way. Sadie Stern, writing in her usual no holds barred way, where nothing is left unexplored.

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The Ghost of Sycamore Cottage - coming soon

There are lights on at Sycamore Cottage again after more than a year of darkness. Greg its new owner is about to arrive and unaware his new house is a haunted! He is soon to meet its resident ghost Poppy who was brutally murdered within its walls. More surprises await after inspecting the house, he is in the kitchen when she speaks, and to her surprise and his, he can both hear her and reply. She now tells an amazing story which will affect him directly. Hers was just one of several murders in that locality and the killings all point to one man. Proving it is another thing and even after those victims are transitioned to mortality, can a former ghost confront their killer and seek long awaited justice.

A fast-paced page turner which explores the paranormal and supernatural in a unique way. A paranormal romance flourishes too and scenes of hot lesbian sex abound. The Ghost of Sycamore Cottage follows on from The Girl Who Saw Ghosts. Stories of murder, crime mystery, steamy romance and GHOSTS. A paranormal romance book for adults.

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Coming soon - The Ghost of Sycamore Cottage. Murder, mystery, hot romance and GHOSTS

Coming soon - The Ghost of Sycamore Cottage

Greg James travels north to rebuild his life after a messy divorce. He has landed a new job in Scarborough, on the North Yorkshire coast and in a nearby village his new home awaits. He knew it needed work to bring it back to its former glory, but on arrival his heart drops when he finds himself underwhelmed when he sees it – again! Did he rush into buying it. Was his euphoria after landing a new job so great it clouded his judgement. The neighbours in this tiny village are out in force looking on at Sycamore Cottage’s new owner. But is it a welcome? Then, when one neighbour drops by to question his sanity - did he actually plan to live there? After explaining that he was, a bombshell is dropped – the place is haunted by a ghost!

Undeterred, he enters and closes the door, he looks round his new home, everything seems in working order, it just needs a good dust and cobwebs clearing, but why is nobody prepared to work there? He goes upstairs to what was clearly once a woman’s bedroom, he finds she has, or more likely had, a drawer full of racy underwear. He returns to the kitchen and then the shock as a woman speaks to him. He meets its previous owner, a young woman who had been murdered within the walls of his home. Now its resident ghost. She tells a remarkable story, but not as great as that of him being able to see and hear her.

A fast-moving story of multiple murder, of transition back to mortality and a murderer’s victims returning from the dead to confront the man who killed them. To bring him to justice, or can they? A sexy romp too as more characters appear and existing relationships become strained and are put to the test.

Soon to be available on Amazon

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The Ghost of Sycamore Cottage - coming soon. Murder, mystery, romance, hot sex and of course ghosts.

Greg James travels north to rebuild his life after a messy divorce. He has landed a new job in Scarborough, on the North Yorkshire coast and in a nearby village his new home awaits. He knew it needed work to bring it back to its former glory, but on arrival his heart drops when he finds himself underwhelmed when he sees it – again! Did he rush into buying it. Was his euphoria after landing a new job so great it clouded his judgement. The neighbours in this tiny village are out in force looking on at Sycamore Cottage’s new owner arrives. But is it a welcome? Then, when one neighbour drops by to question his sanity - did he actually plan to live there? After explaining that he was, a bombshell is dropped – the place is haunted by a ghost!

Undeterred, he enters and closes the door, he looks round his new home, everything seems in working order, it just needs a good dust and cobwebs clearing, but why is nobody prepared to work there? He goes upstairs to what was clearly once a woman’s bedroom, he finds she has, or more likely had, a drawer full of racy underwear. He returns to the kitchen and then the shock as a woman speaks to him. He meets its previous owner, a young woman who had been murdered within the walls of his home. Now its resident ghost. She tells a remarkable story, but not as great as that of him being able to see and hear her.

A fast-moving story of multiple murder, of transition back to mortality and a murderer’s victims returning from the dead to confront the man who killed them. To bring him to justice, or can they? A sexy romp too as more characters emerge and existing relationships become strained and are put to the test.

Comong soon on Amazon, D2D

Watch this space

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Sycamore cottage - a tale of ghostly transition and hot steamy romance

Sycamore Cottage - coming soon

An excerpt

We are lying there, staring into each other’s eyes. Our lips are so close yet so far apart. She wants to, I want to, but we both know an invisible presence is creating that unseen barrier. I know if Nadia was here the storm raging outside would be as nothing to the one in here. Fiona knows that almost as well as I do. She wants to engage but fears rejection later when inevitably I will choose Nadia over her. Even so, I can tell from her breathing and her swollen lips, those flared nostrils she just wants sex, hot and dirty, the sort that just goes on and on until we both flop down spent and exhausted. So, the battle lines are drawn. It’ll just take a simple kiss to start the fire and soon it will blaze into life and despite our exhaustion from all those miles we have both driven, our reserve tanks will create the fuel to keep those flames alive.

‘Well, one of us has to start this.’ I conceded finally.

‘I agree but which one of us is going to strike that match.’ She replied.

‘It depends upon who needs it most.’

‘It’s your bed, it was mine last time, remember.’

‘How can I forget, although I’m sure it was you who came onto me.’

‘In that case it follows you should start this time.’ A large flash of lightning lit up the room displaying terror on her face and in her eyes.

‘You need to confront your fear.’ I suggested.

‘How, it’s so hard for me, I’ve always been terrified of lightning and the following crash of thunder.’ Fiona asked. I just turned my head and looked out into the night. ‘You’re joking’

‘Nadia and I do it a lot.’

‘I’m not Nadia, although I wish I was.’ I knew that and those regrets hurt at times. I slid out of bed easing my feet into trainers. ‘You’re mad Daisy.’ I knew that too

‘I know – are you coming?’

We quietly left. I could sense fear in Fiona, a tension in her body which I held close to mine. We were both soaked not to the skin but on our skin itself, water dripping down our faces from our drenched hair. The cottage led straight onto sand and without a care in the world we walked down towards the raging surf, waves like wild horses rearing up and crashing down. More lightning lit up the sky, I heard Fiona whimper like a child seeking her mother. It was incredible that a woman of such strength could be reduced to a quivering wreck by the power only nature could produce. I had a child with me now who needed her mother, so I took on that role and stood behind her, folding my arms around her breasts and tightening my grip. My head rested on her shoulder. ‘Don’t cry sweetheart, mummy is here, she’ll protect you.’ We stood for some while and watched the display some unseen powerful god had put on for our private viewing. We had a front seat which we shared. We watched the performance in its total magnificence - all its actors now on the stage. ‘Remember this moment Fiona, every time you see a storm coming just think about the here and now. Your fears will melt away because you’ll sense my presence and instead of tears of fright, they will be those of joy.’

‘I hate the thought we will part tomorrow, and I’ll never share moments like this again.’ Fiona spoke emotionally.

‘Didn’t Alfred Lord Tennyson once write that it was better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?’ I whispered in her ear.

‘Thing is though Daisy, I think I do love you; I always have since we met, I can’t bear losing you.’ I screwed my eyes shut, I was torn too, but I dare not concede I still had feelings for Nadia. We’d often stood together very close to this very spot, looking at a show of great similarity. We’d spoken of being struck by lightning; our mortal remains blasted to a pile of blackened dust by natures incinerator. We’d then be welded together as one and our ghostly form would be a concentrated mix of our entities.

‘Let’s go back, dry ourselves and say au revoir in the time-honoured way.’ I bit her shoulder which made her cry out in pain.

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The Sam Evan's Collection 7 books in one combined volume at a bargain price

An Interview with Sam Evans – author

Q – Why do you choose to continually write on the single theme of Corporal Punishment.

It is a subject popular with men and some women. It has been a source of fascination for me all my life. It is something I experienced at school as a child and since into adulthood. I learned some time back to write about what you know. In addition, there is a lot of very poor writing in this genre. I do not pull any punches, and I write from experience.

Q – What prompted you to start writing.

As long as 30 years ago, I wrote what was probably considered an essay about an event which took place at school when I was 15. That event has remained with me ever since. It took place at school after everyone had gone home. I was summoned to see the headmaster when school had finished. Just myself and himself in his office with the door closed. I was caned for an offence I had been involved in. Other boys had already suffered the consequences, and I was in the clear. I chose to admit my involvement and I was about to pay the price. That short summary was adapted into my first book. The Headmaster’s Office. That is largely a true story. True in the sense that it was factual up to a certain point in the book, then true thereafter because of an ongoing fantasy which was re enacted throughout my adult life.

Q – You speak of writing from experience, can you expand on that?

After leaving school I continued to show an interest in corporal punishment. I read up on the subject and sought anything I could find on the subject. I had always been attracted to the female bottom. I had girlfriends and in general I spanked them all. Nothing cruel, mostly playful and few objected. This led me to buying men’s magazines and it was those photographs of the female bottom which attracted me most. I found adverts at the rear of the magazine, and one mentioned a contact magazine for people interested in corporal punishment. There was also Forum Magazine which had similar adverts. I was well into my thirties, married with children when I first made contact with other men. Those who administered corporal punishment.

Q – You visited those men?

Yes, and one in particular lived in a narrow street in Ealing, west London. His name became synonymous with my pen name, Sam Evans. The surname of my soon to be reborn headmaster was Evans, I will not give his first name even though he is long dead. He advertised seeking young men in need of strict discipline. I took an afternoon off from work and travelled to his home. He was a small owlish man with glasses and always wore a grey track suit. He operated as a Samaritan several times a week and I suspect he found this as a rich source of material to carry out his activities in an upstairs apartment. He was a friendly, kindly man, that is until he had you spread eagled on a single bed with just a mattress and a central mound over which one was secured naked by wrists and ankles. This presented bared buttocks which he caned from both sides of the bed. It was a vicious caning and the whole visit is described in detail in The Appointment. A true story in every detail.

Q – Did you visit women?

Yes, eventually. I struck gold immediately. I won’t mention her name, sadly she died some years ago. She advertised and I had a telephone interview with her on the same day Andy Murray won his first Wimbledon title. She was very detailed in her questioning. Eventually I visited her at a purpose build location just outside Reading. There after meeting her and answering still more questions over a cup of tea, we had the first of many unforgettable sessions. I’ve had some thrashings from men, she was right up there with the best. We became good friends; we were both married and nothing sexual took place. It is fair to say most men who visit women for such activities can fall in love with their tormentor. I loved this woman and there was mutual affection. I was heartbroken when she died of cancer, and I am proud to say I was the last person to see her. At her request we didn’t remain in contact in the weeks leading up to her death. The final goodbye was very emotional, and I feel this now as I write. Generally, the women engaged in this activity hadnt a clue. I met two others after her and we keep in touch although not actively now.

Q – Describe your main characters.

I don’t have a main character. I have a type. A profile character. I often try to write my books from both points of view. That of the person seeking corporal punishment and the person who will carry it out. This is easy for me having operated on both sides of the fence as it were. I have caned both men and women and received if from both sexes too. I do not write about women engaged in this activity from either perspective. It has been 100% focused on men. I suspect that is what my readers prefer. I pass on my ideas to Sadie Stern who writes across the spectrum. I plan to summarise my meetings with the lady who died and maybe she will write a book I feel I can’t bring myself to write.

In several titles it has centred around a strict dominant man who seeks young men through advertising, those involved answer advertisements. The Castigation is set out that was as is A Tale of Corporal Punishment, and The English Vice. Differently are those who are sought out by the dominant central figure. These are now grown men who were acquainted with that strict person at a much younger age and having sensed this would continue into later life they are sought out and invited to continue their acquaintance. This features in Reunion with the Devil and The Retired Headmaster.

Q – Do you have a specific approach when writing a book.

Firstly, I do not plan. I have no need for research. Many books on this subject are poor because they seem 100% based on research. I do not believe this is a subject that lends itself to research. There is one very famous book, which became a film. It leapt to high sales rankings because it appealed mostly to women, but having read it I surmised its author hadn’t a clue about the subject. Often, many books I have read on this matter feel the same. It’s the classic fade to black in a love scene. What continues is behind closed doors when I feel the reader actually wishes to sit in and view!

One other issue I found, especially the first book, The Headmaster’s Office, I was faced with describing the caning of a 15 yr old boy. This creates a huge dilemma. Most publishers, Amazon in particular will not sanction anything suggesting activity with a minor. The next difficulty is fencing with the different ages of consent between the UK and US. 16, and 18 years of age respectively. I overcame this by making this event a reflection by an older man driving to an appointment where he reminisces over this earlier event. Amazon are strict about that consent age and come down hard on the age of 18 and over. Thus, all my books, with the exception of that first book centre around adult corporal punishment.

My aim is to create a book of around 15 – 20k words. Nothing less because I feel the length of some books shortchange the reader.

Q – You have written 7 books; do you plan to write more.

Probably. Possibly allowing females into my storyline. This without treading on the sweet toes of Sadie Stern, a friend and fellow author who also writes from experience. She has written many more books than me. Visit Texshirebooks.com and look her up.

Thank you

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