Spanking Naughty Susie
Susie's a virgin, but when she arrives at the Victorian Whorehouse she hides her innocence. Her confidence is shaken when she's bought for the night by a gentleman she knows only as "Sir". She finds that she wants to please him, and when he takes her over his knee, she discovers the line between pain and pleasure is blurred. This 5000-word adult story contains graphic scenes of first time sex. More
Please note this ebook was previously published by loveyoudivine Alterotica (now closed) under my penname Jay Lancaster, as "Susie Gets A Spanking".
Susie's a virgin, but when she arrives at the Victorian Whorehouse she hides her innocence. Her confidence is soon shaken when she's bought for the night by a gentleman she knows only as "Sir". She quickly finds that she just wants to please him, and when he takes her over his knee, she discovers the line between pain and pleasure is blurred.
This 5000-word adults-only short story contains graphic sexual scenes of first time sex, spanking, fingering, and penetration.
I didn't feel at all confident when Mrs Chesterwood called me into the lounge that evening. Most of the girls were already at work. Just Bertha sat by the fire, clipping her nails. Mrs Chesterwood nodded towards a man in a dark suit who rose to his feet and offered me his hand.
I stepped forward and accepted, letting him kiss the back of my fingers. His whiskers tickled me as his lips lingered on my skin. He lowered my hand, but kept hold of it, while he studied me intently.
At first I dropped my gaze to the carpet, but I reminded myself I didn't want to seem weak, so I forced myself to look up and return his inspection. He was older than me; far older than I had expected my first man to be. He could be nearer my father's age, and I felt a wrench of disappointment. I'd hope for a dashing young rake, not this cool, collected gentleman.
His dark eyes swept up and down my body, and I fought the urge to look away. I was dressed in nothing but a pure white, ankle-length shift. I still felt hopelessly exposed, even though the other girls ran through the days and nights in all manner of dress and undress.
He turned abruptly to Mrs Chesterwood. "Splendid, and definitely a virgin?"
Mrs Chesterwood simply nodded, smiling smugly. He glanced back and I blushed.
"Ah yes," he said. "Utterly perfect."
"The red room is ready for you, Sir."
"Shall we?" He offered me his arm, and I took it. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as we went slowly up the stairs to one of the finest rooms in the whole establishment – a room I'd heard about, but not yet entered. This was it. The night I was to lose my virginity.