Maid To Be Punished: Victorian Maid Erotica Collection
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Three steamy and sensual tales of maids who need to be punished and masters who know how to deliver the strict discipline they require.
Story 1: Mastering the Maid
Lord Albert Rook is a hedonist and rake, delighting in the darker side of human nature. Where he sees innocence, he longs to corrupt it.
Isabel is the embodiment of innocence, or so it seems. A young maid in Lord Rook's service, she is submissive and shy. Perfect for what his Lordship intends...
Over the course of one sinful night, Lord Rook teaches Isabel to embrace the dark delights of debauchery, and to surrender her body and soul to her new master.
Story 2: The Maid Submits
Jenny is a seamstress, her family so poor she can barely make ends meet. She dreams of rescue and romance, of a handsome prince who will fall in love with her and make her life a fairy-tale.
Instead, she enters the employ of Mr Grayshott, a handsome and enigmatic gentleman of means. Jenny soon discovers that he requires her to submit fully to his twisted desires - and that in submission, she awakens her own depraved passions...
Story 3: The Corruption of the Maid
Helen's life is tedious. Maid to a rich but distant couple, she wishes for a little excitement in her life.
But when the prodigal son returns, she gets more that she bargained for. Young Mr Elliott has a taste for innocent young women - and a dominant and cruel personality. Helen finds herself submitting to his dark desires, and entering a world of pleasure - and of pain!
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“Hello, Helen. You are a hard woman to catch alone,” said Mr. Elliott as he closed the door behind him and locked it. “There is always someone around, not that I can blame them. I would not want to leave a pretty girl like you alone, either.”
As usual, it only took a few words from him to make Helen blush like a schoolgirl. Helen clasped her hands in front of her and looked at the floor, but the fact that they were alone with very little chance of interruption had made her a little bolder. “Must you tease me, sir?” she asked.
That seemed to give young Mr. Elliott pause. “Tease you? Is that what you think I’m doing?”
Helen did not have an answer to that. What he was doing looked a lot like flirting, but it was more likely to be just teasing, nothing more.
Mr. Elliott walked closer until he was standing right in front of her and Helen regretted her bravery. Why had she said that silly thing?
“Oh, my lovely girl. I am not teasing you. All those things I have said to you over these past few days, I do mean them, you know.” He touched Helen’s chin and nudged her head up so that Helen had no choice but to look at him. “Every single one.”
Helen felt her breath catch and her blush started to spread. She looked at Mr. Elliott in confusion. Could he really mean all those things?
Mr. Elliott leaned in and kissed her without warning, pressing his lips against hers firmly, one hand on her cheek as the other came to rest around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Helen tensed, frozen in shock and unsure what to do with her hands, completely at loss how to react. Mr. Elliott was not deterred by it; he kept kissing her and finally Helen let her body loosen in his embrace. She had thought and dreamed about kissing him, but the reality was so much more intense than she could ever have imagined.