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New Release: Sexy Just Got Kinky in time for Christmas! @8britbabes #erotica


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Although this post is a break from the official Blissemas fun, what better Christmas present than a book filled with sexy and very kinky stories from the Brit Babes? Kink and Christmas do go hand in hand!

Welcome to Sexy Just Got Kinky, the third instalment of the Brit Babes’ Sexy Just series. Tantalise your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks, whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.

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Fancy a little taster? Okay then. Well my story in the anthology is called Kinky Fuckers. Here’s the introduction. This anthology really packs a punch!

“Ow.” It seems a little generic but as the paddle-inflicted pain flairs through my arse I’m not thinking about anything but being hit.  It’s a first for me. Not the spanking per se, I’ve been hit with things before. There has definitely been a good amount of playful slapping during sex over the decade I’ve been with my husband, but this is my first serious spanking.

How serious?

Well, I’m kneeling bare arse up on a leather spanking bench in an actual, real, modern dungeon. It doesn’t get much more serious than that, right? The paddle strikes again. Rubbery and hard it slaps with a loud noise and makes me yelp.

“You can use any of my kit you like, Rob help yourself.”

“Cheers, mate,” he gleeful replies.

I shake my head. I know how much kit Mark has. I’m trying desperately to drink in every moment, every memory. This is it. All the other toe-dips into the world of fetish fade. This is my first, bold step into kink—Rob’s too.  We are a unit, a team and I’m glad he’s with me. Like a big cuddly security blanket who hits me.

I steady my breathing, I can hear Rob picking up and putting down items, he’s never been good with decisions. So when something long, hard and very rigid slaps across the full width of my bottom I scream out in surprise as the echoes of the impact throb and tingle through my flesh.

There is a very useful ornate mirror propped up in front of me so I can see the perpetrator standing behind me holding a long, thin wooden paddle. He has an evil, satisfied smirk curling up the corners of his mouth and twinkling from his sky blue eyes.

“Should have known it was you!”  I shift against the leather, the warmth in my bottom escalating while Rob and Mark laugh together. They’re mean individually but together they’re goddamn wicked.  “You’re a bugger with those sneak attacks.”

“Pardon?” he asks, and seconds later the exact same stripe of flesh screams as the wooden paddle hits once more.

“I do love your sneak attacks,” I babble, leaping to my feet to stomp around and wiggle as the heat takes over more than just my arse. Stamping my foot seems to help it dissipate through my body, turning the flaring, flaming pain to something more than bearable, something ecstatic. “That’s totally what I said, Sir.”

Mark and Rob laugh at my dancing.

I giggle too, though my laughter holds a particular note of anguish within it.

“She’s lying,” Rob grins, “that’s not what she said at all. She called you a bugger.”

“Tattletale,” I mumble and pout.

“Get back in place, Louise,” Mark commands. “You know you shouldn’t lie to me.”

“I know,” I mutter, placing my knees back onto the leather pads and leaning over the main body of the bench, laying my palms flat against the coolness. “But if Rob hadn’t said anything I’d have got away with it.”

“Except I heard every word, Louise.”

“Oh, damn.” I laugh.

“What do you think, Rob? Should I give her more of the paddle or the yobi?”

My mouth dries. What a choice. The paddle is evil and I can feel the belt of pain tightening across the centre of my buttocks where its impact lasts. I’m not sure I can take many more strokes with that, but the yobi is a whip. Okay, a small one, with flappier, friendlier ends but all the same it’s a fucking whip. I don’t know if I can take a whipping.  What I do know is I’m having the time of my life and I’m sure as hell not going to stop him from hitting me with whatever he wants. This is exciting, scary, but exhilarating.

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eBook:
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Print:
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