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School of Spank

By John McKeown, Anna Sansom, Kathleen Tudor, Natasha Knight and Giselle Renarde

School of Spank
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ISBN: 9781909335349
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 3rd January 2013

Category: Anthology / Bundle, BDSM / Fetish, Contemporary

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An Xcite Books collection of five erotic short stories with mixed themes including BDSM, CP, spanking, m/f, f/f, fem dom, fem sub, voyeurism, and fetish.

School of Spank by John McKeown

Victoria Hardcastle’s a lady who lives up to her name: a high-flying dealer with a world-class finance company. But her boss thinks she’s getting a little too cocky and could do with a dose of humility, courtesy of a secret management training facility whose curriculum this punishment fetishist took a keen interest in designing. Particularly the centre’s somewhat kinkily macabre ultimate weapon. But will Victoria really learn anything under its remorseless ministrations?

Party Girl by Anna Sansom

People can behave quite differently when they’re at a party: some are the life and soul of the room; others become shrinking violets. It was time to find out what Nikki would do, and just how well she would behave for me in public. If she passed the test she would then get to party with me in private. And I would get to experience her very special party trick.

Smile for the Camera by Kathleen Tudor

For James, a domination session begins when he turns on his webcam. His cruel but loving mistress, Scarlet, has a variety of torments she will make him undergo, all the while watching via her PC, and donning a ball-gag and cock ring is only the beginning of his lesson in erotic endurance…

Not Funny by Giselle Renarde

Bonnie’s always suspected she could use a good dose of pain. Her sex life with Darren is satisfying, but very routine. She’s tried to sell her husband on spanking, but he thinks the idea of adults smacking one another is a little weird. One morning, after a sexy shower, Darren surprises Bonnie by flicking her ass with his towel. She can’t believe the burn. By mid-day her ass is streaked with whip wounds and she can’t sit still. She places a call. Darren’s only marked one cheek so far... would he mind rushing home to take care of the other?

These stories have also been published in Tops and Bottoms.


I came to consciousness slowly, my head swimming. Where was I? Dim red light, a narrow space, and the sense of walls going up high around me. I was lying naked, face down on a narrow convex black leather slab, unable to move my arms more than an inch, same with the legs. My arse was bare and felt squeezed up tight. Yes, broad leather belts were tied tightly below the cheeks, forcing them out. I felt thoroughly exposed, defenceless. But of course that was the whole idea.

I heard Michael, my CEO, going crisply through his summation of my failure to clinch the deal with the Chinese. I’d got too cocky, hadn’t done my research properly, had relied on my reputation as an infallible negotiator; in short, I needed to learn a little humility. “Humility” was Michael’s buzzword now. In the global recessionary climate we had to shed our rapacious image and come over all understanding, empathy, sensitivity, greenness, ethics – bah!

To that end I was sent on a company-sponsored “humility fostering” course. But this was no ordinary sitting round the campfire, yawning before the whiteboard type thing. It was an open secret that Michael was a sex fetishist, an inveterate lover of spanking. He’d helped design the course which was run at a secret location in the south of France. And it had been tough. I hated to be subjected to any circumstances I couldn’t control. But I’d braved it out, I’d submitted, endured everything thrown at me. Worst of all, though, was that I was beginning to enjoy the spanking, but we were closely monitored day and night, even in bed, and there was no opportunity to deal with the massive build-up of horniness accumulated in the last week. Though today was my last day – if indeed it was day; it was impossible to tell where I was on the clock.

I was getting hot. I pressed myself into the leather slab, but my bonds wouldn’t allow for any more movement. I had to stop thinking about sex. But it was impossible. I’d been surrounded by gorgeous men all week, sleek, muscled, handsome. The director, or “headmaster” of the “school” was the hottest of the lot. And what a shock he’d delivered at our first “interview”.

He was behind a clinical-looking desk, plying me with questions about my work, my past, my goals, my “attitude” – and Christ, how I hate that word. Suddenly the door had opened and a tall, unsmiling blonde, a member of “security”, had entered and stood behind my chair. This became increasingly irritating, especially as the Head was insisting on teasing out personal things from my past. So invasive that I was forced to invent. Suddenly the chair was whirled round and the guard was glaring at me.

‘That isn’t true. Liar!’

‘And how would you know, sergeant?’

Before I knew it my face was squashed against the Head’s desk, my arms forced up my back.

‘Liar! We don’t like liars here!’

Skirt and panties were pulled down with one hand while her foot spread my legs. The Head spoke.

‘Before we proceed I’m obliged to remind you that you’re free to leave the school at any moment. You understand?’

I understood. I’ll get you for this, Michael, I promised myself grimly. If I left the course I’d lose my position at the company. I couldn’t let that happen.

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is an award-winning author of erotica and LGBT fiction. This queer Canadian writer has contributed short stories to more than 100 anthologies and authored dozens of books, including Anonymous, Nanny State, and the Wedding Heat series.

Her transgender lesbian romance The Red Satin Collection took top prize in the 2012 Rainbow Awards, in the category of Best Transgender Romance/Erotic Romance. Giselle's single-author anthology of transgender fiction and poetry, My Mistress' Thighs, received an honourable mention in the same category the previous year. Her work also appears in Tristan Taormino's Lambda Award-winning anthology Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica.

Ms Renarde loves a geeky girl and lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head. When she's not writing, she's usually up to something good... or up to no good.

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Anna Sansom

Anna Sansom first started writing erotica to create her own seduction superpower. Lacking the swagger to chat up women in bars, she slipped them her bespoken stories instead. It was a successful technique and, now that she’s wedded to her favourite muse, she's stopped trawling the bars and writes for a wider audience instead.

She writes lesbian erotica, often with a BDSM edge, and sometimes with a dose of romance.

Anna’s passion is exploring and celebrating women’s sexuality and you can find her playing with lots of creative ideas about how to do this at her website and blog ‘The Ladygarden Project’. She also writes fiction and articles for DIVA - the UK’s lesbian life and style magazine.

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