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Rich Man’s Toy: Discipline, Curvy Exhibition, Humiliation, and MFM Menage



Amber thought the maid agency job would get her a steady paycheck, but it’s come with a whole lot more than a few cleaning duties. The days of fighting it – if she ever really wanted to fight it – are over. She’s Mr. Randolph’s toy. She wears what he wants her to wear, does what he wants her to do, and acts how he wants her to act.

She might secretly enjoy the discipline sessions when she makes a mistake, but she’s grateful that so far he hasn’t pushed her limits. But when he tells her that at his next party she’ll be serving more than drinks, she has a feeling things are about to change.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, sexy billionaires and the young, curvy maid they take as a plaything, forced exhibition, public humiliation, discipline, dominance, and rough group sex. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

When I returned with a coffee tray in one hand and a platter of dark cake in the other, the room had fallen silent. I carried my offerings over to Mr. Randolph, who glanced at them briefly in approval.

“Excellent,” he said, his eyes not on the food but on me. “A little closer now.”

I stepped forward obediently.

“It’s our job as hosts, you and I, to make sure our guests don’t get too bored, isn’t it?” he asked.

I nodded hesitantly.

“I knew I could count on you,” he said smiling. He withdrew from his pocket a pair of fabric scissors and beckoned me a final step closer to him.

Standing helplessly with my arms full of delicately balanced platters, I could only stare down in dawning shock as he reached out and cut down the bust of my already skimpy outfit. He pulled the discarded fabric away, letting my breasts to settle soft and naked out into the open. I looked between him and my bared chest in shock, my mouth slightly open in amazement and chagrin.

Before I could entirely process what had just happened, his hand reached up the short length of my skirt, hooked into my panties, and drew them down my thighs, into full sight of the room, and then let them fall to my ankles.

I stared down at them in turn, paralyzed.

“You’re a good actor, Amber,” he said, gesturing at the prominent wetness in the crotch of the panties. “I almost couldn’t tell how much you were enjoying all of this.”

“I – ” Words failed me.

He gestured. “Well, serve the guests. Don’t be rude, now, Amber.”

Slowly, I turned back to my captive audience, my face scarlet and my heart pounding in my chest. In little steps constrained by the panties around my ankles, I began serving coffee and dessert.


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Caught in the Breakroom (BBW Office Discipline Older Man Erotica)



Heather’s got the curves to drive any man wild and she’s far from the first girl to get a crush on her boss. If she’d been a little smarter, she might have been able to get what she wanted and stay out of trouble.

But when word goes around that she has feelings for Mr. Chapman, she picks about the worst way to try to squash the rumor. If he finds out his favorite employee is fooling around with a coworker in the break room, Heather’s in for a disciplining she’s not likely to forget.

All she can do is hope he’ll take it easy on her, but one look at his face says that’s not very likely …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a dominant alpha male and his pretty and inexperienced BBW employee, spanking, discipline, dominance, and painfully hot office sex. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

I crossed my arms. “What, are you going to be difficult now?”

“I just don’t want to feel like I’m being used to prove a point.”

My smile was growing broader the more he teased me. He was very cute, and he knew it. He was funny, and he knew it. He really wasn’t all that bad a guy, and he really had my number. And he knew that, too. Sometimes the only way to get a little power back on your side in a situation like that is to make a move. So I kissed him.

It wasn’t a long, drawn out surrender to eternal yearning. It wasn’t the door to warm, wet forbidden ecstasy. But it felt good.

It felt good, and it also felt kind of wrong in a very enticing way, there in the break room with the blinds drawn by some lucky accident.

It only lasted a moment, and I pulled back just an inch.

“What do you think about that?” I asked, my mouth still very close to his.

This time he kissed me. His arm moved around my waist, drawing me against his body. He smelled very good, and he knew exactly what he was doing. His lips and tongue were soft and sensual, playful but with serious intent. His hand wandered down my back, cupping the plump fullness of my ass.

I let my eyes slip closed. I softened my position, conforming to him, letting my body yield to his. This second one was a really, really good kiss.

But it ended too soon.

At the sound of the break room door, my eyes flew open. I leapt back, my heart missing several beats in a row.

And it kept on missing beats as I looked up to see who had discovered us. I was frozen, backed against the wall, my arm still extended from pushing myself back.

Mr. Chapman face was a thundercloud as he stepped into the room. “What the hell is going on here?”

Ryan had leapt to his feet and spun to face the newcomer. When he realized who it was, he started backing away, too. He inadvertently bumped into me against the wall and hastily stepped aside and out of my intimate proximity.

“It wasn’t what it looked like -” Ryan started.

“Shut up.”

The door slammed shut behind him. I felt like I was going to be sick.

“You.” He pointed at me. “My office. And you,” he said, pointing at Ryan.

“You can’t fire me,” Ryan blurted.


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College Curves: Making Trouble (Curvy Student Professor MFM Discipline Romance)

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 turned on?

Laura’s a college freshman with the curves to drive any man wild and a bit too much attitude. She’s discovered a dirty little secret about one of her classmates, but when she tries to take justice into her own hands and goes too far, she finds herself in a pretty compromising position herself.

If her handsome professor discovers what she’s done, Laura can only hope he’ll go easy on her, but she’s not holding her breath …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature well-hung professor, a young inexperienced student, multiple partners and rough group sex, spanking, discipline, humiliation dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from the Bad Student trilogy by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

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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Domestic Help

He’d tried to ignore the changes in her body over the past several years, but recently she seemed determined – intentionally or not – to make that impossible.

Nineteen and looking for work, Emily definitely isn’t the little girl Shane Loughton used to know. The daughter of his old auto mechanic has blossomed into a beautiful young woman with curves that could drive any man crazy. He knows it’s perfectly normal for a young, curious teen to dress to catch a man’s eye, he just wishes that eye weren’t his …

Emily was ecstatic to be offered a few hours of work every week cleaning for Mr. Loughton. She’s always had a bit of a crush on the rich young entrepreneur and wonders in secret if he could ever feel the same.

Little does the curvy young woman realize how close to the flame she’s flying. The wealthy, well-hung older man is a lot more than Emily’s bargained for, and it seems only a matter of time before her innocent flirting pushes him beyond his limit.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young curvy maid, forbidden desires, unprotected 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 by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

Shane Loughton had had a long day, and it was well after ten o’clock when he pulled into the driveway of the big house on Wabash.

It was a lavish building – more space than they really needed, he sometimes thought. But since assuming CFO duties, the money came in so fast that it seemed a shame not to spend it on something his family could enjoy and take pride in. He was glad he had been able to find something so nice without going far from the old neighborhood.

It didn’t quite feel like home yet, but it would soon.

He saw the dark outline of a person move past one of the windows. He instantly felt his mood lift a bit, knowing that outline would be Emily, probably just finishing up a last round of cleaning on the second floor. He’d never voice it aloud, but she was as big a part as anything in his not wanting to transplant too far away. As much as he loved his boys, in a way he’d always think of her as just as much his daughter as they were his sons.

He’d been friends with her father since he first started taking his cars in to the old man for their service, when Shane had been just an ambitious college student with little in the world besides a fifteen year old Chevy Corvair that’d brought him from Lancaster county to the big city.

Since those days, success hadn’t come as easily to his old friend, but Shane had to hand it to him: he’d raised a hell of a daughter. Emily was an exceptionally sweet girl: warm, chipper, and helplessly cute. She always had a smile on her face, and it was impossible not to smile along with her.

Moving too far away to see her regularly would have been like estranging his own family. He was already smiling as he opened the door.

He stepped inside and felt his stomach clench. Emily had looked up from the vacuum cleaner in the living room beyond.

All the warm, innocent memories of her as a girl flew out of his head in an instant, replaced by a now all too familiar dread.

His little Emily stood up and made her way down the hall. He’d tried to ignore the changes in her body over the past several years, but recently she seemed determined – intentionally or not – to make that impossible.

She was dressed in a tank top and very, very short shorts. Her soft thighs rounded into a full ass as they disappeared under the tightly stretched denim. The tank top was loose and thin, and it was painfully obvious that she was wearing no bra beneath it. Her young, generous breasts were nestled against her folded arms, and their soft shape and nipples were perfectly visible even in the imperfect light that spilled out into the foyer. Her blonde hair was teased and tucked back into a partial pony-tail. He had hinted now and then that she needed to find herself a more appropriate work uniform, but he was uncomfortable pushing the issue.

She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet as she came over. “Hello, Mr. Loughton,” she beamed.


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The Rules of His House

Rebecca’s never been in a home as lavish and elegant as the Axelrod estate house she’s been hired to clean. It’s taken the curvy nineteen year old a little while to learn how to act in such an elegant setting, but Mr. Axelrod seems to like her and has tried to be patient with her.

But when he walks in on a sight even Rebecca can’t explain away, something will have to change, and the powerful and intense man has plenty of ideas how to keep the voluptuous young woman in line from now on …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a wealthy man of the house and his young curvy maid, spanking, discipline punishment, multiple partners and rough group sex, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

“Yes, sir.”

His hand came down swiftly and without warning. She let out a sharp breath as the sound of his hand landing on her ass rang out through the living room. She clenched her teeth to avoid calling out as the sting intensified.

“Thank me, Rebecca.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank me for showing you that you’re a bad girl and for helping you to be good.”

“Thank you for showing me I’m a bad girl, sir. I do want to be good.”

The sharp, intense pain came again as his hand struck her ass. With each blow she felt her naked breasts bouncing as they hung down from her chest.

“Thank you, sir,” she gasped.

This was beyond humiliating. She closed her eyes, burying her face in her outstretched arms. She couldn’t bear to look at John. Why did this all have to be happening in front of him?

But Mr. Axelrod apparently wasn’t satisfied with how things were going.


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Training the Maid

It’s obvious he enjoys toying with her, but how can she possibly hide how much it turns her on?

Claire has only been working for Mr. Lansing for a few weeks, but it’s already obvious he’s not like any other boss she’s ever had. How is any girl her age supposed to keep her head straight around someone who looks like him and makes her feel the way he makes her feel?

A successful man like Byron Lansing isn’t just used to being the one in charge, he savors every inch of control. When he hired the young, curvy nineteen year old to look after his home, he saw the danger immediately, and now it’s much too late. He knows it’s wrong to want the innocent young woman, but she’s already captured him in a way nothing has in a long time.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a wealthy man of the house and his young curvy maid, spanking, discipline punishment, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

She pulled her panties up, holding the dildo deep inside her, and lowered her skirt. Her legs felt like jello. All she wanted to do was curl up and give in to the surging warmth and pleasure that was threatening to engulf her. Slowly she turned back.

“How does that feel?” Mr. Lansing asked, watching her mildly.

“V – very good, sir,” she said, fighting to keep her tone normal.

“You like my little toy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Shouldn’t you thank me for making your chores more enjoyable?”

“Thank you, sir,” she breathed, clamping her thighs tight and fighting to hold back a moan.

He gestured at the vacuum. “Please, we don’t want to be here until morning.”

She took her first faltering step and had to fight to steady herself, gasping. The movement of walking pressed it against parts of her that felt very, very good.


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Maid’s Discipline

She lives in fear of the day he’ll find out his punishments turn her on, and what he’ll do when her secret is finally uncovered …

Young, curvy, and used to an easy lifestyle, Sasha wasn’t thrilled when her struggling parents asked her to help earn a little money for the family. But she figures getting a job cleaning for a rich family will be a pretty easy way to make a few bucks.

At least, it is until her new boss walks to find her chatting to her friends instead of working. The house is even dirtier than when she started. Mr. King decides the curvy nineteen year old he’s hired needs a bit more hands-on motivation, and his methods change everything for the inexperienced young woman. His strong discipline starts to dominate Sasha’s confused thoughts … and desires.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a wealthy man of the house and his young curvy maid, spanking, discipline punishment, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

He stood up and came around behind her. His hand positioned her waist, pushing her ass further outwards and her torso down into a more humiliating posture. His touch was strong and authoritative against her trembling stomach.

“Lift your skirt up.”

Her face burned more hotly as she reached back and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist, exposing her panties.

She couldn’t stifle a gasp of chagrin as she felt his fingers hook into the waistline of the panties and pull them down her thighs, leaving her suddenly and mortifyingly uncovered. She stood there frozen, holding up her own skirt to expose herself for the man about to spank her.

As she felt the cool air of the room playing across her bare ass and pussy, she realized with a tremble that she was wet. Not just a little wet, but very wet.

Mr. Green’s hand ran lightly over the full, tight curve of her ass. His fingertips made her skin tingle as they passed over her, effortlessly and perhaps unintentionally communicating how thoroughly he had come to control her, mind and body.

“This will happen every time you are bad,” he said. “Every time you are lazy or apathetic to the job you were hired to do. You will be spanked. I will bring you into my kitchen and you will lift up your skirt for me and then I will punish you just like I am about to do now. I don’t care if my children hear you. They know what happens to rule breakers in this house. Do you understand?”

“Yes – yes, sir,” she said, her voice halfway between a whimper and a moan.

“Good. Count for me.”


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Healing the Maid

Haley was so young and trusting when she gave herself to the wrong guy only to be dumped for a girl from a rich family. She never knew she could feel so lost and vulnerable … or that the strength and comfort of a real man could make so many problems go away …

Mr. Carlsburg has always had a bit of a soft-spot for the nineteen year old he hired to clean up around the house since his divorce. Her inviting curves would capture any man’s attention, but he’s always looked on her more as a daughter than as a woman. And yet, when he finds her in his home crying over another man, he starts to realize his feelings for her are more real and more possessive. He wants to comfort her and protect her … but more simply and undeniably, he wants her for himself.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a wealthy man of the house and his young and curvy maid, forbidden desires, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

While he was distracted, she found herself studying her boss. Claire’s admiring, even jealous comments from earlier came back as she studied him. He was undeniably handsome, and in his late thirties was still very much in his prime. His hair was dark and cut short in a style that seemed an impossible mix of elegant and effortless. His face was strong, with bright eyes that glinted a metallic blue and a jaw darkened by the hint of stubble. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, a garment whose formality never quite concealed how good the body within it must be: broad-shouldered and athletic.

Haley was always a bit uncomfortable when people brought up how attractive her new boss was, maybe in part because it stirred similar thoughts in herself … thoughts she knew she shouldn’t have. He was her employer, much older, and saw her as more of a daughter than anything. There was something deliciously guilty about imagining what it would feel like to … but she wasn’t that kind of girl. She might not be able to help those kinds of thoughts, but she certainly didn’t have to dwell on them.

Let the other girls giggle and make comments. The closest they ever got was seeing him give talks at the endowed seminars. She was the one who was here, now. She was the one he trusted in his home, trusted to keep his house and sometimes even watch his kids. She would be the one here on a Friday evening, getting bid goodnight. She was the one who knew his smell, felt his touch on her back as he said goodbye for the evening …

That wasn’t the kind of trust she wanted to betray. That wasn’t the kind of girl she was.

“Haley?”

She jumped. Had she been staring? Was she being weird?


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Toying with the Maid

Joanna’s had a crush on for Mr. Logan ever since she started working for him as a housekeeper, but he’s older, successful, and married, and silly fantasies only get a girl in trouble. Besides, working for the Logans is a great job and she’d never risk letting her feelings show if it could cost her all that.

But Mr. Logan – wealthy, handsome, and used to getting his way – isn’t nearly so skittish about recognizing what he wants and deciding to take it. And as weeks go by, the older man starts to realize that’s exactly how he feels about the curvy young woman he’s hired into his home.

And once she’s his, the fun’s only started, because a man like Mr. Logan never does things half-heartedly. What starts out as a sweet, forbidden romance starts to push her boundaries in a hurry, and when she inadvertantly shows up while he has several friends visiting, she finds herself the center of some very intense attention.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young curvy maid, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, multiple partners and group menage, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

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

Excerpt:

Joanna had fallen asleep on the couch again. It had gotten late, and she had finished her duties hours ago. Usually she only had to work at the Logan’s until ten or so, but since Mrs. Logan had been travelling, she had been asked to stay to watch the house until Mr. Logan got home. When Mr. Logan worked nights, he usually wasn’t back until almost midnight, and tonight, like several in the past, he found the young maid dozing lightly in the living room, her hair loose and surrounding her young, gently smiling face. An arm was draped across her stomach, pressed against the undersides of her full breasts and making her soft, lush body as inviting as he had ever seen it.

She woke slowly as she felt his hand on her shoulder and looked up, blinking sleepily.

“Oh, Mr. Logan.” She brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry it was so late again, Joanna,” he said. “You know I hate to keep you so long.”

She sat up. “Oh, it’s alright,” she said. “I’m happy to stay late.”

Her eyes stayed on his handsome face, following the strong line of his jaw and lingering on the salt and pepper of his short hair. She’d probably never admit it, but she loved waking up to him like this. It felt so familiar and intimate. It was like she was stealing a little piece of what it would be like to wake up in his arms in the morning.

Increasingly over the months since she had started working for him, she had been forced to acknowledge those feelings, even if she would never dare let them show. Her boss excited her. He was incredibly handsome in the distinguished way of a man in his forties, influential and wealthy, and basically a good man who had never quite lost the bad boy streak she was told he used to be known for in his younger days. She had been taken into his home, trusted to occasionally watch his kids, and it was a moment like this, waking up to him, warm and comfortable with his hand on her arm, that everything forbidden and impossible that she wanted seemed almost real.

But she was just twenty, and 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, still blinking sleepily, and saw the way he was watching her.


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The Maid’s Crush

He was strong, mature, and handsome, and he had never been tempted to be unfaithful to his wife by the beautiful women whose attentions he attracted. She was the curvy nineteen year old that he never thought twice about hiring to help clean up around the house.

But desire for Alexa’s voluptuous young body eats its way into Mr. Eldridge’s mind, just as his mature allure quickly begins to dominate her young fantasies. When he walks in on her in his bedroom, helplessly surrendering to her taboo thoughts, it’s the last straw to push the forceful older man to take what he wants, and at this point he just can’t help that he’s going to make her first time as hard and rough as she can take.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young curvy maid, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series 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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