At last, the chemise flew over her head, and Lady Flashington remained almost naked, shivering with fright and horror, in the arms of a lustful valet, who was exploring every corner of her charms without his master thinking of stopping him. He pulled off her shoes, then her pearl-grey silk stockings, and when the noble lady was as naked as when she was born, and scarlet with shame, and almost dead with fright, John laid her across his knees, the backside uppermost, and with his muscular hand reddened the white globes, which jumped furiously at every fresh blow.

The...

Now that Pamela has turned 18, the couple that have fostered her since 15 require her to seek employment. Before she departs however Mr Rumpole takes it upon himself to intimately inspect the young woman for who he has harboured a particularly lacivious desire. Naive in the ways of the flesh, Pamela soon loses herself in the dizzying heights of exctasy.

When all her assets are fully explored, she is left with a wanton urge to pass on her training to everyone she becomes so aquainted, man, woman, young, and old alike. In her new position as Governess, this libertine will also find...

Often referred to as the French Fanny Hill, Louis-Charles Fougeret de Montbron's The Amorous Adventures of Margot recounts the social rise of a young middle-class mending girl to high-society debutante, Margot using her wantonly wiles to advance her standing in a variety of sordid scenes.

In the company of lords, madams, a troop of soldiers, financiers, and clergy, our young protagonist will experience ravishment beyond measure, awakening within her a libidinous desire to be thus dominated.

Written in 1750 and later translated into English by the notorious...

When Susan's parents pass away suddenly, her father's lawyer Mr Penwick calls upon her cousin to stay at the country estate to console her. Lucia, a tad older but bounds wiser, especially in the ways of the flesh, takes the orphan under her wing and enlightens her mind to all things lascivious. Having never pleased herself at temple of Venus, cousin is excited to find Susan an extremely sensitive young girl, one who bucks and writhes like one born for pleasure. Cue deliciously wicked scenes of nimble fingers, gamahuching, and tribadism a plenty.

When her mind is suitable broadened...

To the eager ears of her friend and confident, Blanche La Mare describes in deliciously graphic detail her time in London in search of fame and fortune. Abandoned by her new husband in a hotel room, cheque in hand the only parting memento, and minus a maidenhood, Blanche resolves to take her young beautiful form to the Westend's theatrical quarter.

Setting up residence above Madam Karl's dressmaker's, she is soon introduced to the singular art of advancing sexual favours to wealthy Lords in return for handsome sums of money. Amongst the hidden swinging scene of 1930's London,...

Our 30 something narrator enjoys nothing more in life than applying a rod to a young ripe posterior, so when Francis, the young runaway he has taken in, commits a minor indiscretion that demands chastisement he doesn't hold back. Imagine his surprise then that upon vigorous application of the cane he discovers that Francis is not a teenage boy, as Francis had claimed, but in fact a teenage girl.

What follows is the young girl's "education" in the pleasures of punishment and the carnality of coitus, as young Francis is tutored in all manner of rope tie, bottom birching, and the lusty...

Cecil meets Mrs Harcourt. Cecil has a problem: Mrs Harcourt likes beating Cecil's bottom with a bamboo cane.

This spankingly fun piece of wickedness, anonymously written in 1907, tells the story of Cecil Prendergast's journey from submission to domination under the unexpectedly expert tutelage of Mrs Muriel Harcourt and her circle of adventurous young women.

The work is a classic story of Sado Masochism at the heart of high-society England, set in an era of English history where birching and corporal punishment were freely exercised, and those daring enough were free to...

"Is this a private party?" a voice asked, and Kelly jerked back in surprise, a long trail of drool connecting her mouth to the lips she had just been sucking.

Roger, Alison's husband, slouched in the doorway, leaning against the frame, smiling as he watched the two women in the tub.

Kelly still regarded herself as pretty shy and demure, and it was embarrassing as hell to be caught naked by her friend's husband, especially with her face freshly smeared with lipstick and her big, breasts cuddled in Alison's possessive hands.