All Right On The Night

by Jo Nation

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied themes including BDSM, FF action, spanking and historical.

All Right On The Night by Jo Nation

Every Wednesday Fenella travels on the Number 42 bus to clean George Hawker's apartment. George is always out at work when Fenella calls, so she has plenty of opportunity to explore the apartment on her own. There are few clues to indicate any kind of a personal life, no family photographs, no evidence of a social life of any kind either.

George's bathroom is a temptation; more wet room than traditional haven of relaxation, and for a few minutes Fenella forgets her duties. The decision to drop her guard will prove a fateful one; in a short space of time she will understand both the nature of George's identity and the meaning of pain.

Reunion by Beverley Langland

Sarah is in two minds about the reunion; should she stay at home and play it safe or be bold, take a chance and run the risk of feeling let down?

But sometimes fate smiles on you and courage is rewarded. Sarah's decision takes her a million miles from her comfortable - and ever so slightly boring - life, luring her into a world where she chooses to put her fate in the hands of a mistress of discipline.

Web of Desire by Emily Dubberley

An arrogant movie producer thinks that his life is completely under control and, with money, power and young actresses queuing up to lie on his casting couch, most of his colleagues would agree with him. Yet pride comes before a fall.

When he meets a mysterious woman with a heavenly name and an equally heavenly body, he is immediately attracted to her. Yet he soon discovers that his Angel has a devilish nature - and a desire to be in charge.

In the ensuing battle of wills between alpha male and female there can only be one winner. Whoever eventually emerges as the dominant force can claim to be a true expert in the art of pain.

The Silken Web by Virginia Beech

Clarence has a taste for the finer things in life but, as a humble valet to the beautiful but formidable Lady Jessica Cleveland, he has had to learn to hide his interest in her fine underwear. Yet Clarence still struggles to control his base instincts when faced with such finery.

One afternoon Lady Jessica returns unexpectedly to find Clarence in a compromising position with one of her best silk stockings. Lady Jessica knows that she has to immediately discipline such bad behaviour. Fortunately for Clarence, Lady Jessica is determined not to dismiss him...


Waiting for a Spanking by Shanna Germain

There's one thing about marrying a man with big hands; you can't help wondering what they'd feel like if put to good use.

Subtlety rarely works; dropping vague hints won't do. No, only the direct approach really gets results. Assume the position and wait, even if your muscles start to scream because you know that the pain is all part of the pleasure and there are few pleasures more satisfying than discovering that your husband has hidden talents...

These stories have also been published in Ultimate Submission ISBN 9781905170968

Release date: November 24, 2010

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 59

Sample

Every Wednesday, Fenella goes to George Hawker’s apartment taking the Number 42 bus through congested traffic sitting on the top deck looking out at shoppers dawdling by plate glass windows seeking custom, and the fleet of foot striding ahead of the traffic-snarled bus.

George Hawker’s apartment is the most modern Fenella has ever seen, not that it’s in a new building; that’s its joy. The shell is a stone building five storeys high with a proud pediment proclaiming its Victorian heritage. The original works closed years back, the building lay idle for an age before developers moved in with an army of hard-hat, bare-chested young builders who swarmed over the building through a long, hot summer.

Fenella had often passed by The Foundry, as the apartments are now called, while the builders laboured. One baking day, her bus held up by a delivery van stood stationary as bronzed builders on the scaffolding only feet away looked in at her looking out and mouthed their kisses; she smiled, a butterfly stirred, a tingle flickering deep within, fermenting excitement. She pursed her lips in reply and held the tallest guy’s eye. Hands moved to his tool-slung builders’ belt, his thumbs hooking in to pull down on his waistband revealing pale skin and wisps of golden hair; he spread his fingers and played music on his jeans.

The traffic eased, the bus pulled away. Fenella looked back at the lads grinning from the scaffolding to meet the eye of a frowning elderly passenger glaring disapproval along the bus.

Apartment C2, on the far corner of The Foundry away from the bustle of traffic, looks out on gardens laid over the old foundry yard. Solid timber floors in the reception rooms are spread with Mid-Eastern carpets, a marble clad en-suite wet room and a kitchen of stainless steel fittings with Italian tiling complete the transformation that has been worked in the once industrial building. The apartment – cool in summer and warm in winter – is the epitome of young couple style with a keypad code to access the building, another to gain entry to the apartment.

The luxury of Apartment C2 is in stark contrast to the flat Fenella and Julian call home, undecorated for years with a broken window on their communal landing. It’s adequate for their needs, not that Julian ever sees much of the place; he works too hard, spending long hours into the night and back to his City desk for the European markets’ morning opening. Julian disapproves of Fenella’s reluctance to take on what he calls a proper job; she senses it’s his excuse knowing his interest is cooling; the fun is gone from their romance. If only they could spend time together, get away to a place in the sun.

Fenella’s great envy at Apartment C2 is the en-suite to the master bedroom, the power-shower is to die for, its pulsing needle massage foaming lavender shower cream is the high point of her every visit. If only she could lure Julian to the apartment, her ultimate excitement in the wet room would be to share its pulsating rhythm with him. After showering she gives the tiled room a clean, the only strenuous housework she does for George. Not bothering to dress, she works naked until her task is finished and it’s time to put on her tee shirt, jeans and trainers to head home.

Fenella has never met George Hawker, nor even spoken with him by telephone; she was recommended by one of her other cleaning clients with everything arranged by letter, her best break since the dreaded summons to the manager’s office at the building society with the stark redundancy Form P45 handed across the table. Working for George is undemanding and well paid, even by the standards of the leafy London suburbs.

Most evenings with no Julian at the flat Fenella makes herself useful backstage at the local theatre; it’s unpaid labour, but she dreams one day she’ll be taking her cue and walking onto the boards as the curtain rises.

Her duties at Apartment C2, or Fenella’s interpretation of them, are simple: tidy and clean the already neat rooms, hardly disturbed since her last visit. So she fills her time with a lingering coffee drunk from the kitchen’s art deco cups before flicking a duster around the furniture. Then, her token cleaning done, it’s off to the en-suite to strip and luxuriate in the massaging shower before posing in front of the cheval mirror, every inch of her nakedness available for inspection.

Fenella likes the body she sees, her breasts rounded and firm, her nipples pink and excited as she fingers her sex wondering if she should shave the silky tress of her pub. . .