Today is General release day for Something Brave, yay! I love this novella that is set at a Burlesque fair that holds a striking resemblance to the Alternative and Burlesque fairs that me and Kev attend with our tables of smut! Come and visit us at the next one on the 5th December.
So you’ve got a sexy setting, a nervous, conservative young woman stepping out of her comfort zone, what else do you need? A mysterious and hot stranger to push her to her limits.
Blushing, shy Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?
Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.
She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, getting braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.
Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever
Here’s an insight into Felicity and how she thinks:
“And you…erm… I don’t know your name,” she said with a shrug and a giggle. She tried to pull back her hand, but he gripped it tighter.
“You can call me Sir,” he said with a smirk, let go of her hand and walked away.
Felicity fell onto the seat, happy that it was behind her as she’d anticipated. Her knees had completely gone to jelly, and she was incapable of standing for even a moment longer. She should have been disgusted and upset. His behavior had been boorish at best and that kind of cocky arrogance usually made her seethe. But she couldn’t get the mark of his kiss from her hand or his words out of her mind.
What did he mean she could call him ‘Sir’? She called most of her male customers ‘sir’ but she didn’t think he’d meant that.
Felicity was naive in the main. Most of her sexual experiences had been with herself except for the barely noticeable exception of the man she’d given her virginity to. He had been selfish, the experience unfulfilling and he’d never called her after that night. She’d been somewhat relieved since she hadn’t want to endure any more sex, and although the rejection had hurt, she was confident it was for the best in the long run.
Back in her book-nerd college days, she had stumbled across something strange in the poetry aisle as she’d searched for a particular volume of Wordsworth for her English coursework.
Her first reaction had been to re-shelve it where it belonged, but then she had seen the cover and its title, Spanking Stories for Naughty Boys and Girls, she couldn’t help but feel curious. The cover had shown the backsides of a man and a woman in old-fashioned uniforms.
Felicity had picked it up along with another poetry volume and slipped it inside. She’d spent two hours she didn’t really have reading it cover to cover. She discovered a special affinity for those stories about naughty girls, found the spankings intriguing. She’d been scared, offended and strangely aroused all at the same time. When she had finished, she’d left the smut inside the poetry book, popped it away on the shelf and had found the volume she’d been looking for.
It would come to mind now and then, and she’d revisited some of the stories in her mind when she’d masturbated back in the day, but as time went by, she had all but forgotten it. Until this fair, that painting across the way and that infuriating man—who she really, really wanted to spank her.
And that strange and overwhelming desire scared her half to death. Felicity was well known for being in control. Back when she’d worked in the office, she had been the one with the straightest, tidiest desk, the one who’d gotten all her work done on time, and that had made her pretty unpopular. She had never made any friends there, never attempted to. She had kept herself to herself in a little bubble of OCD perfection. In fact, she had done that for most her life. It didn’t hurt when people rejected her if she pretended she didn’t want them in her life anyway.
It was uncomfortable to contemplate giving away that control and submitting to another. But something about that bright-eyed, arrogant man made her want to—made her heart beat faster, made her pussy cream. She was excited and petrified at the same time and she loved it and hated it in equal measure. Her desire to escape overwhelmed her, but since she had customers at her stall, she just couldn’t.
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