BDSM School 4-Pack : Books 1 – 4

by Connie Cuckquean

Read about the exploits and goings-on in the naughty adults-only BDSM School, where doms and subs take sinful lessons in every discipline that BDSM has to offer.

Features books 1-4 of BDSM School, including: ‘First Day,’ ‘Flogged,’ ‘Pegged,’ and ‘Cuckolded.’

Excerpt:

“Stand here,” Mr. Brandish said, and he put a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder.

She turned to face the class and felt the scrutiny of their eyes on her.

“Did you bring the change of clothes that your booklet recommended,” Mr. Brandish asked.

“I did,” Charlotte said quietly.

“Good.”

Mr. Brandish took a grip of the neck of her tank-top and pulled it forcefully.  A tearing sound ripped through the class and Charlotte’s bra was exposed beneath, cupping her big tits.

“Mr. Brandish!” she gasped, attempting to cover her modesty.

The eyes of the onlookers widened and Charlotte felt a deep humiliation that wasn’t as unpleasant as she feared.

“I know,” Mr. Brandish said calmly, “you weren’t expecting that.  But how do you feel?”

Charlotte breathed deep and fast, her breasts rising and falling dramatically.  She felt as though she were amidst a class designed specifically for her own torment.

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“I feel … embarrassed,” Charlotte said.

Some of the room looked compassionate, while others looked outright thrilled.

“You needn’t be,” Mr. Brandish said.  “Everyone in this class will face the same treatment.  It just so happens that you are the first.”

At this Charlotte relaxed somewhat.  The notion that she was being targeted slowly stripped away.

“How else do you feel, Ms. Tricky?  Close your eyes if it helps.”

Charlotte slowly closed her eyes and focused.  She could smell the woody aftershave of her tutor beside her.  The piercing gaze of the onlookers no longer had its crippling effect.  Her brow furrowed and she searched deep inside.

“Exhilarated,” she said finally.

“Good!” Mr. Brandish rejoiced.  “Then we have discovered something, have we not?”

She opened her eyes anew and took a step towards her seat.  Mr. Brandish’s hand grabbed her bicep.

“I’m afraid we aren’t quite finished.”

She looked to him and then back at the class, reassuming her spot in front of them submissively.

“Take off your clothes,” Mr. Brandish said.

Charlotte looked to him with a pleading gaze.

“It’s alright,” he said.  “Here, I shall make you more comfortable.”

He took off his tweed blazer and set it over the back of his chair, then he unfastened his tie and started to pop open the front of his shirt one button at a time.

“Let it not be said that I don’t get my hands dirty,” Mr. Brandish said.

He pulled back his shirt to reveal a strap-work of leather that hugged tight to his muscled frame.  He looked to be around forty, and the leather seemed at odds with his otherwise gentlemanly, British demeanor.

The more clothes he revealed the more of his outfit Charlotte saw.  She hoped her chin wasn’t hitting the floor as she stared and watched.  It wasn’t often she got to see such a classy, well put-together man like Mr. Brandish undress before her.

“I love this bit,” one of the class-members whispered.

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About the Author

Connie Cuckquean writes that sinful erotica that you crave, about housewives letting their husbands have everything they desire while they watch!


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