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Trouble at the Office: Alpha Male Boss BBW Spanking and Discipline

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The boss isn’t in charge by accident, but when the employee breaking the rules is a woman with the curves he can’t resist, things start to get complicated. Trouble at the Office contains three full length stories of office discipline that becomes much more.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, well-hung alpha males, curvy employees that take one step too far, spanking, discipline, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

My heart was pounding as I looked up at him. His thick arms caged me in and back against the bed. It was as though his weight was already on me, pushing me back into the soft mattress, but he hadn’t touched me yet.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. I was about to get fucked by my boss.

I put a tentative hand up against his shoulder, just to feel him, and the heavy muscles pulsed under my fingers. I moaned at how badly I wanted him and at how long I’d wanted him. I ground my thighs together in restrained eagerness. “I’m ready,” I breathed.

He gathered my blouse in one hand and pulled it open, sending buttons flying across the carpet. I gasped, giddy with amazement. He was a stallion. I’d never been with a man like this. I’d never been with someone so much older and so much more experienced.

He unsnapped my bra with an easy gesture and pulled that away, too. I watched it flutter back behind him before my eyes returned to his. He looked at me, lust burning in his face.

His hands reached out and took my breasts, feeling at their naked shapes and cupping them as he leaned forward to kiss me. He paused just above me, his breath hot on my throat. I looked up at him a little shyly, taken aback by this sudden pause as he savored his ownership of my body. I could feel a slight blush in my face.

“You’re playing with me?” I asked.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing with me?” he countered.

I laughed a little in exasperation and arched my back to push my tits up into his hands. His touch felt so impossibly good. I just wanted more of it, more of it everywhere.

He bent and pressed his lips to my nipple. His hot, wet tongue circled it teasingly. I bit back the moan at first, and then let it out, giving in to the helpless pleasure.

His kisses began a trail across the top of my breast, up my throat, hot and slow against my neck, and then finally brushing against my lips. I returned the kiss enthusiastically, wet and sloppy and exuberant.

“Now,” he breathed, “I want to feel you come. I want to make you scream.”

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Classroom Consequences: BBW Alpha Professor Discipline MFM Bundle

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His hand rested on my ass cheek for a moment, and then he lifted the back of my skirt up and tucked it into my waistband. I stiffened as I felt cool air flow over my bare thighs. I was wet. I was getting embarrassingly wet. Why was I so incredibly turned on?

Staying out of trouble is hard enough for the student with the curves to make any man turn his head. But with a professor who’s not afraid of what he wants, even when he knows it’s wrong, avoiding trouble becomes impossible …

Classroom Consequences is a three story bundle of professor student discipline and forbidden older man attraction.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, well-hung older men, pretty young bbw co-eds, spanking, discipline, multiple partners and rough group sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He spanked me again. “You’ve been forgetting to count,” he chided me.

“S – sorry, sir,” I moaned.

His hand traced up the inside of my thigh. I gasped as it caressed over my hot, swollen lips. He paused, and retraced his steps with teasing fingers. I screwed my eyes shut and bit my lip to keep from making a sound as I buried my face in my arm. But even that wasn’t enough to stifle my gasp of amazement and ecstasy as he slid a finger into my wet hole. It slipped in easily. God I was so wet.

“Well,” he said, dominating my thoughts with his stroking finger, “I guess you’re getting a little distracted. You seem to like being called a bad girl.”

I couldn’t answer. I was grinding my hips back into his hand, only aware of how good it felt. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting this and more.

“You like being taught a few manners,” he went on. “Tell me you do.”

“I – like it, sir,” I gasped.

“You like getting it rough.”

“Yes, sir. Ohhh fuck!” I pressed my face harder into my arm, trying not to give in to the writhing pleasure inside me. It was too much. How on earth could I think straight?

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Maid To Be Taken: Three Stories

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Even though she was barely twenty, she was smart enough to know that they were just the fantasies of a silly girl spending time around a man she could never have. At least, that was what she thought until tonight as she looked up and saw the way he was watching her …

She’s young, eager to please, and curvy enough to drive him wild, but afraid that she wants something she can never have. He’s wealthy, influential, and experienced. He knows what he wants, but he also knows that what he wants is wrong.

It’s not just one story; it’s three, and every page will drive you crazy.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, mature and powerful men of the house and young and curvy maids, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the Sitter series Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

He laughed softly as he surveyed the situation. “So, isn’t this something.” He walked over and put a hand to my cheek, holding my gaze on him. “For weeks now I’ve been wound up, knowing I shouldn’t want you, knowing it would be wrong to put my hands on you.”

I looked into his eyes in sudden disbelief.

“All of that restraint, and all of it over a young woman like you I never I expected to want.” He laughed again. “And here I find you, in my bedroom.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, still unsure if I was in trouble. “It’s my fault. I’m just some silly girl who –”

“No,” he said. “You’re so young. How can it be your fault? I’m the one who let … this happen.” His eyes were playing over me and the way he said the word “this” sent a strange, forbidden shiver running through my body. “You found my wife’s favorite camisole,” he observed looking at the garment on the bed beside me.

Guiltily, I nodded. “It was … just sort of fun to imagine for a minute being a woman who could please you.”

His eyes traced over me again. “You know, you don’t have to compete with women like her. Here you are, so young and innocent and … so fully a woman. She is beautiful, but when I see you, the curves of your body make me forget all of that. You don’t have to have what she has.” He put a brushing hand to my face and then ran it down my throat and along the outside of my left breast. “Have you ever been with a man, Alexa?”

After a moment, I shook my head weakly.

“Do you want me to show you how you already please me?”

Again unable to voice a response, I nodded.

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Maid Curvy: Three Stories of Domestic Temptation

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When she is curious, he is there to show his experience. When she is tentative, he is there to take control …

Imagine being a young woman, hired as a maid in a home more lavish than you ever dreamed of. The man of the house is established, successful, and so handsome it makes you want to scream. The thrills he sends through you with just a smile are almost frightening, and an appreciative glance is enough to get you wet.

These are alpha males who appreciate the feminine curves of their hired help, and aren’t shy about deciding to take matters into their own hands. The charged passion and forbidden pleasures have never been so hot.

Be sure you’ve got somewhere to be alone before you pick up this steamy bundle!

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, mature and powerful men of the house and young and curvy maids, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the Sitter series Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

She hooked a strap with one finger and pulled the small garment out of the box. It unfolded smoothly to hang from her hand and she held it up to inspect it.

It was a sheer camisole – meant to enhance and make prominent rather than conceal. A narrow band of fabric ran beneath the bust and connected to string straps at the sides. The rest of the garment was barely there at all. It could have been stuffed into a napkin ring.

Liza was blushing furiously as she held it up. Was this Mrs. Belfour’s? Or a gift for her?

It was exquisite, and the thought of a woman’s body softly revealed underneath the wispy, flowing fabric had her wet all over again, but that was something that happened a little too easily when she was in this house anyways.

She had never seen something like this in person. She couldn’t help but wonder what she might look like in it. She looked down at herself, pensively evaluating her body. She had always been a little on the sturdier side, but over the course of her teenage years that boyish thickness had developed into the soft, feminine curves of a woman.

Her hips and ass were generous and well-defined. Her breasts were on the larger side, full and firm. She’d never slept with a man or been seen naked by one. She liked to think she was pretty, but it was sometimes so easy to think no one thought so or would ever think so …

She took the camisole and held it against herself, looking down to see how it matched her in size. At first glance it looked like a surprisingly good fit. The soft fabric fell down to the tops of her thighs.

She pressed it against herself. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to put something like this on for a man? To wrap herself up in such a seductive garment, knowing it would drive him wild and relishing the feeling of being desired?

She set it down and circled around the front hall to the foot of the main stairs and listened for sounds coming from the children’s rooms. Everything was still and silent. The only light spilled out into the foyer from the kitchen. The rest of the house was dark.

She hurried back to the kitchen and took it into the dining room beyond, where a floor length mirror stood on the north wall.

With the guilty thrill of knowing she was doing something she absolutely should not be doing, she set the box on the dining table beside her and began to slip out of her clothes.

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Becoming His Curvy Test Subject: The Complete Series

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Fresh out of college, Tracy Gelman has managed to land an internship at a prestigious behavioral research institute. Resigned to making coffee and working the copier, she’s just thrilled to be in the same building as the famous and handsome researcher Dr. Peter Asheville. Little does the curvy young woman realize just how intimately his next project will involve her.

When a chance encounter catches his eye, she quickly becomes the center of his newest project. His studies of sexual pleasure have led him to design a program to create the ideal bimbo: voluptuous, horny, and desperate to please. Now he has the perfect test subject, and he’s prepared to work intimately and untiringly with her until he has shaped her into his perfect sexual plaything, though of course he’ll be willing to share.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvy young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Becoming His Curvy Test Subject follows Tracy’s transformation into a willing sex toy over the course of the three part series, now combined in a single volume.

Excerpt:

I lived in a rhythmic haze, at times completely caught up in the changes I was experiencing and at other times regaining enough of a clear head to understand what was happening. Gradually I began to recognize that this wasn’t about unleashing some empowering sense of sexuality. It was about making me into the perfect bimbo, a voluptuous sex kitten dwelling in the world of sensual pleasure. At first the thought alarmed me, but as the treatments went on, the more the thought excited me. I began to consciously work towards the little things that might please Dr. Samprez and bring me in line with what he wanted me to be. I awaited new measurements with breathless excitement. When my first reaction to any request wasn’t immediate and eager obedience, I stumbled over myself to apologize and beg his forgiveness.

I was starting to have trouble with complicated ideas, and even that I began to appreciate. The complicated ideas were all just distractions anyways. The simple things were the important things. Pleasure. Obedience. Keeping myself sexy and available. When anything that didn’t have to do with those things came up, men like Dr. Samprez were happy to worry about them for me in exchange for a little of those things that I did understand.

But best of all was the effect my changes had on them. That was where I took my greatest satisfaction. When I had first wandered in through their doors they had looked on me like a nice piece of clay, something they could do something with but not terribly interesting in my own right. But now I often saw their admiring glances. I saw the way they responded to my welcoming body and the little things I did to please them.

It was Dr. Samprez in particular that I focused on. I knew he wanted me, and that he was only managing to restrain himself because he didn’t want to interfere with the experiment in its early stages. But I didn’t care about the experiment. I cared about him, and I knew I could make him happy if he let me.

So I became a bit of a bad girl. I watched for the little things I did that most affected him and did them at every opportunity. I came and sat on his lap whenever he was too distracted to immediately shoo me away. Once or twice I managed to brush his groin with a thigh or a hand and could tell I made him hard. He had created his perfect sex toy and now I took it upon myself to be sure he got to play with me before his sense of responsibility left us both unhappy.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.

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Curves and Sex Pills

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Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, alpha males and BBWs, multiple partners, public sex and humiliation, hazing, medical examinations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, exhibitionist themes, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Curves and Sex Pills contains three fun, sexy stories of BBW bimbofication, menage, and public exhibition:

Horny Pill for the Curvy Girl

Sandra Malke has had a tough week rushing the Phi Gamma sorority: following instructions that range from unpleasant to outright humiliating, but she’s made it this far and wouldn’t dream of giving up now. That is, until she hears what her final assignment is going to be. Apparently she’s managed to piss off the chapter president, and in return her final afternoon of rush week is going to be an intense one. But does it have to be with two fraternity brothers she’s never met, and in public? And do the sisters have to give her a pharmaceutical-grade aphrodisiac to be sure she’ll go through with it? It all sounds a bit excessive, but deep down she probably can’t deny she finds the prospect a little thrilling, too.

The Doctor Prefers Curves

Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, Rachel McAlister is being stretched to the limit. What she really needs is something to help her let go and unwind, and her doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of latent sexual tension, though Rachel is quick to deny to her handsome young doctor that this could be a concern for her.

But when he issues her the drug and keeps the voluptuous young woman in his exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.

Busty for the Billionaire

Sasha’s four years in college were supposed to prepare her for bigger and better things, but working for a man like Elliot Cheever takes all the sting out of being a secretary. He may already be one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, but he’s so approachable and friendly with his newest employee that she can’t help but sometimes think about more than a work relationship.

Trying to look good for her boss, she’s bought herself a beauty supplement that promises more than just good skin. But when the supplement turns out to have some “additional properties,” new hormones give Sasha the curves she’s always wanted and kick her fantasy of seduction into sudden overdrive.

Before she’s had time to think, she’s flaunting her new attitude and assets through the office in ways that Mr. Cheever and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the fertile but inexperienced young woman is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the works of Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

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Curves and Teachers Bundle

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Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, taboo teacher/student relations, sexy alpha males and young inexperienced BBWs, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Curves and Teachers Bundle contains three stories:

My Student’s Upper Hand

If she’s being honest, Katie Beckman sometimes enjoys jerking around the male college students in her classes … but when she goes too far with her bad marks, she finds out there’s someone in her class who won’t get pushed too far. Robert, an undergraduate after completing his military service, has discovered a dirty little secret that Katie will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. He’s willing to keep this secret between them, but he wants to be sure that shee still gets the punishment she so very much deserves.

Professor’s Discipline

Joanna Michaels has always found ways of weedling what she wants out of the people around her, and when she arrives in college it doesn’t look like that’s going to have to change. But her easy ride runs out when her professor Peter Andrews notices her flirting with a classmate only to copy his course work. The handsome professor decides it’s time to teach her a little personal responsibility and maybe show the flirtatious young woman just what a man who actually knows how to handle her charms looks like.

The Dirty Thought that Slipped Out

Chrissy doesn’t know why she started the rumor about Professor Simmons, her young and handsome literature professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention, or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Mr. Munson himself, and when Chrissy is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, she finds out he’s heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, she can admit she’s probably earned the spanking she’ll get, but did he really have to tell Professor Simmons about the whole thing, too? Surely he’ll find his own ways to settle accounts, and all Chrissy can do is wait and see which method will leave her more sore.

Excerpt:

“I’m going to punish you, Katie,” he explained, his hand undoing the zipper and allowing the skirt to open and fall to the floor. I clutched a hand over my panties. “You don’t seem to be grasping that reality. It’s either me or the Chair of your Department. Which one do you want it to be?”

I stared at him, caught in an impossible place. I had no one to blame but myself. Why had I done it? And now I was completely at his mercy.

“Well?”

“You,” I whispered.

“Me? You want me to punish you?”

I grimaced, trying to think of some other option.

“Katie? What’s it going to be?”

“… Yes.”

The smile returned to his face. “That’s a good girl. I thought you’d see it my way. It just took a little explaining. Now bend down and pick up your skirt and hand it to me. I’d hate to let it wrinkle down there.”

The deep crimson blush of humiliation was rising in my face as I stared at him, paralyzed.

“Katie,” he repeated, pointing at my fallen garment.

I slid my back down the wall until I felt the rumpled fabric in my hand. I stepped out of it and rose with it draped from my limp fingers.

Robert held out his hand for it and I gave it to him. He folded it with care, placed it on the desk behind him, and then turned back to me. He eyed me up and down, evaluating the woman standing before him. I was supposed to be the authority figure, but how fast the tables had turned. I felt the blush in my cheeks burning hotter than ever as I felt his eyes roving my trembling body.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from several works by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

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Yielding Curves: The Second Trilogy

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Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, BBWs and alpha males, bdsm play, discipline, crops, spanking, humiliation, multiple partners, public sex, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Victoria’s first hours in her new master’s house have been intense ones, but she knows they have only scratched the surface. Before she has done little more than catch her breath, it’s time to meet the other submissives in the master’s household and learn just exactly what she has gotten herself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Victoria’s initiation into this tight little community will mean getting tossed directly into the center of its many different flavors of discipline and power play. By the time her first morning has come to a close, she will have a lot more to think about than why there isn’t a number on the mailbox.

Yielding Curves: The Second Trilogy follows Victoria over the course of her week as a submissive in the house of discipline run by the mysterious leader of the Tremboix Society. What begins as a hesitant experiment in the world of forbidden pleasure quickly careens into something much more serious, and the promises that they would not become too attached begin to erode. In the heat of the moment – and the moments get very hot indeed – who can say what will become possible and what will remain unattainable fantasy?

Excerpt

I turned just enough to catch how her face fell and reddened at the news. “I…” she began, but trailed off.

“Up here.”

She drew a breath and stood. The legs of her chair made a scraping sound against the hardwood of the floor and she winced.

“Here,” he repeated unsympathetically, pointing to a spot at the head of the table.

She moved into place on unsteady legs and then turned back to regard us – the audience of her humiliation and punishment – with that blushing face. She reddened very attractively, I noticed with slight envy. Her cheeks took on a very soft glow and her eyes stayed very round as she watched Master.

“Tell me,” he said to her as she stood at attention.

“Tell what, sir?” she asked.

“Why did you fail the inspection?”

“I – I don’t know, sir. I didn’t know I had until you told me.”

“You know, Mary-Anne, I don’t really believe you.”

She looked at the ground, flustered and stammering. After a few seconds she fell silent and she closed her eyes. Master watched her coolly. Another moment ticked by and then she opened her eyes and raised them to meet his.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train series with full consent of the original author.

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Yielding Curves: The First Trilogy

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Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, BBWs and alpha males, bdsm play, discipline, crops, spanking, humiliation, multiple partners, public sex, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Victoria has always been curious about the kink lifestyle, but her exposure to it with her current partner has been a bit limited. But after an eye opening experience with couple acquaintance within the scene, Victoria and David apply to become members in the highly exclusive Tremboix Society, a BDSM network of the city’s most powerful and influential. Rather than questionnaires or resumes, the Tremboix uses only one metric to assess potential couples: the worthiness of the submissive. So it is that Victoria finds herself standing alone before a gathering of the city’s most powerful and sexually dominant men with only one task: obey.

Yielding Curves: The First Trilogy follows Victoria along the initial steps of her sexual self-discovery, first at the hands of her partner, then on the public stage of the Tremboix Society, and finally into the house of discipline established by one of the society’s most prestigious members who, intrigued by Victoria’s charms, makes a rare offer to train her personally over the course of a week.

Excerpt

All the while, the other hand worked its delicate touch up my thigh, claiming my body as his one inch at a time.

As he continued to speak, his tone became quieter and more seductive, almost hypnotic. “But me, I can tell when a woman is truly, utterly powerless. It doesn’t have anything at all to do with ropes.” The tips of his fingers brushed the lace of my panties. “Do you know what I mean, Victoria?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I felt paralyzed by need, not just his touch but his orchestration. He was playing my body, and every note seemed to match a perfect harmony I had never listened for before. All the while it seemed that the air I breathed was of nothing but his scent, issuing me deeper into his world of physical bliss.

“Yes, sir,” I repeated slightly less breathlessly in an attempt to hide my state from the onlookers. Jack, of course, knew precisely what he was doing to me. There was no concealing this experience from him. I would be safe in his arms, his touch told me. I could let myself go.

The hand between my legs rubbed over my panties and I let out an explosive breath as the friction tugged lightly at my swollen lips and clit.

“I could take anything you possess right now, couldn’t I?” he asked softly. “Anything that is yours is being surrendered up to me. I can feel it in every breath you take.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”

His fingers felt at the edge of my panties and then nudged them aside. The thought that I was somewhere where I was uncomfortable with my pussy being exposed seemed to flit back and forth somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind.

“I could manipulate you and use you and you would not even think to object.”

“Yes,” I repeated. Each word he spoke seemed infused with the pleasure his fingers were imparting to me. I held my breath as I felt them spread my lips and run along my sensitive folds. I had not opened my eyes in the past minute. Nothing else existed but the part of me that he was touching.

“When I put my fingers into you, you are going to be mine utterly.”

“Yes,” I agreed before I understood what he was saying. Then when I did, I repeated, “yes.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: Exclusive Discipline with full consent of the original author.