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A bottom is bared for Catherine de Medici – a report by Fly on the Wall

(Being an occasional excerpt from  Spank: The Improbable Adventures of George Aloysius Brown)   By Fly on the Wall Now the evening’s entertainment proceeds to its historic conclusion. From among the serving wenches one is chosen by popular acclaim and indeed, through the perspective of four thousand lenses all of which have been evaluating the contenders, […]

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How poetry gets Catherine primed for a spanking

(Being an occasional excerpt from my novel Spank: The Improbable Adventures of George Aloysius Brown, in which Catherine goes punting on the River Cam) We have found ourselves in a grassy clearing secluded by mulberry bushes and elm trees where we lay out our blanket, the gentle swell of the river at our feet. It […]

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Early morning ritual always ends in making love

  (One of occasional extracts from my novel Spank: The Improbable Adventures of George Aloysius Brown) Pem Surjani settles over her husband’s knee with a small sigh of satisfaction. There is no hurry. He will keep her waiting. He always does. Time is on her side now. He places one hand on the small of […]

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Dieter accounts for his ‘huge erection’

Being the ninth of  occasional excerpts from my erotic comedy Spank: The Improbable Adventures of George Aloysius Brown.  (Part 2/2 Dieter’s trial continues on a charge of indecent exposure) At this point, the court adjourned for its morning break, so that her ladyship, who loves horses even more than birds, could study the Racing Form and mark […]

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Catherine gets into position

    The seventh of occasional excerpts from my novel A coal burning fireplace in the wall opposite the windows cast a flickering glow on the Persian rug before it. A large glass-topped desk occupied the center of the room and behind it, the headmaster’s hard backed chair. Slowly and deliberately he took the chair […]

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Jen glanced at the riding crop and then at me

(The sixth of occasional excerpts from my novel) It seemed that we alone were the creatures of the forest. In the open glades we spurred our horses on and they seemed happy to go for a canter, kicking up their hooves at the abundant gorse bushes that smelled vaguely of coconuts. Sebastian was close on […]

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Catherine visits her lover on a Sunday afternoon

(Being the fourth of occasional excerpts from my novel)   Steed undresses while I watch. He removes his kit with that unassailable self-confidence that only truly beautiful people possess. Beneath his tan line his skin is pale, but his cock is almost black. I fight an urge to reach for it, take it in both […]

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Cheers, this round is on me, says Santa

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘hood Nobody was stirring, maybe nobody could; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hope that the brewmaster soon would be there And the drinkers nestled all warm in their snugs Dreaming of cask fermented suds And me at the bar with my […]

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Catherine visits a wheelchair dominatrix

(Being the third of occasional excerpts from my novel) By this time, although the beauty of her work was impressive, I find my thoughts drifting to the rattan, the business end of the product. I remember how it felt to wield it, the empowerment, the swishing sound it makes through the air. I felt suddenly […]

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Two questions to ask of your lover

(Being the second of occasional extracts from my novel) When a-punting you go on the river Two things you must know of your lover Has he the arrow To pleasure your furrow And the wit to be quick with his quiver? Limerick by Catherine Mallory Jones   I am going out with a boy from […]

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