The Voyeur- 13 erotic fantasies, 2 women, and 1 man

April 12  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

The idea for The Voyeur saw its first glimmer of light back in 2007, when I wrote a two part story called Fantasy 13, for the excellent , now sadly extinct, erotica web site Oysters and Chocolate. These full-on BDSM parallel adventures, both set in the ‘Discreet’ S&M club, were subtitled Clara’s Story and Anna’s Story- and now form the backbone of Chapters One and Two of The Voyeur.

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As anyone who has read my work will know, I love writing BDSM stories, and for some time prior to penning the mini- series Fantasy 13, I’d toyed with the idea of setting a piece within a specialist club, which I’d decided to paradoxically entitle, Discreet! The only thing holding me back was that I was at a loss for an original story angle.

About the same time, I was sat in a cafe (as ever!), covertly people watching. A woman about my age was frantically scribbling down a list. I assumed it was a shopping list; but then I began to wonder- what if it wasn’t? What if it was something more interesting? Maybe it was a list of all the things she wished her husband, lover or girlfriend would do to, or with, her?

There was no stopping my imagination once I’d had that thought. Within the hour I had created Mark, a business man who kept a secret notebook in which to compile all his darkest desires.  He doesn’t necessarily want to take part in any of these fantasies- he just wants to see them take place in front of him.  The ultimate voyeur!

So, you could say that The Voyeur was originally a mixture of ideas gleaned from my long standing desire to write a story set in a sex club, and observing a woman jot down a shopping list in a cafe!!

Of course, once Mark existed in my imagination, I needed to create some willing assistants to make his dreams come true- and so PA Anya (originally Anna), and Housekeeper Clara, were born! Two professional, intelligent women, who think they know exactly what they are letting themselves in for- but do they?


Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy -Fantasy 13- can take place.

But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club, Anya’s previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only too delighted to escape from.

In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch…


If you fancy finding out how Anya and Clara came to work for Mark, how they cope with torture via erotica- and a huge number of other body wracking challenges – before the reasons for Mark’s sometimes cruel, sometimes caring, behaviour are finally discovered, you can buy The Voyeur from all good paperback and  e-retailers, including-

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Happy reading,

Kay xxx

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Guest Post from Renee Rose: Some Like it Rough

February 3  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to welcome Renee Rose back to my site today, as part of her Mob Mistress blog tour!

Over to you Renee… 


Kay, thank you so much for letting me visit your blog today!

When I first started writing erotica, one of my clients mentioned maybe she needed to read my books to figure out what would turn her on. The woman is sixty-five! It was odd for me to hear, since I’ve known since preschool that I was wired to get off on spanking and submission. But I think her case is probably more common than mine. I remember right after Fifty Shades came out, a great number of spanking bloggers appeared who had never before considered spanking, never knew it wound their crank until they’d been exposed to it through the kink book that went mainstream.

In Mob Mistress, Lexi never knew she liked it rough, but Bobby Manghini, her dominant lover has opened her eyes to a whole new world. Here’s a scene where he shows her she can get off in the missionary position…


Lexi lay back, making encouraging noises, but not really getting anywhere.

“Do you ever come when someone licks your pussy, Lexi?”

She shook her head. “No…I mean, it’s great! It feels good, but…”

He remembered their first night, at Plush, when she seemed doubtful he could get her off. He crawled over her. “How about missionary style? Do you ever orgasm in that position?”

Again she shook her head, then shrugged. “I never have, but maybe with you.”

He grinned, honored by her confidence in his abilities. “All right, I’ll take that challenge.”

He crawled off the bed and opened a dresser drawer, pulling out one of her bras.

“What are you doing?” she giggled.

He slid the arm loop of her bra over one of the posts of the bed, then grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, knotting the bra around them.

“Ooh,” she squealed. “I’m not sure it counts as missionary if my hands are bound.”

Hoisting her legs into the air, he held her ankles with one hand and gave her ass a hard slap.

“Ack!” she cried in surprise, squirming against the grip.

“Who is in charge?”

“You are! You are!”

He lowered her hips, running his thumb along her glossy slit. “Good girl. I make the rules here. You lie back and take it. And right now, you’re going to take it in missionary position.”

She bucked even more at his fondling and his words, her hips bobbing under his thumb.

He eased her feet back to the bed. “Now, open your knees, girl.”

She stood her feet on the bed, knees bent and feet wide apart, arching her pelvis in his direction.

“Oh, now you’re begging for it, aren’t you?” he asked, slapping her pussy.

She shrieked, but didn’t close her legs, just panted, watching him with excitement.

“You’re going to want to come the second my cock penetrates that pretty little pussy of yours, but you can’t. Not until I say you can.” He slapped her pussy again. “Understand, little girl?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good girl.” He insinuated himself between her knees and shoved into her, deep enough to make her grunt. “That’s right,” he murmured, sliding out and repeating the aggressive plunge. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will always remember who owns you.”

She moaned, arching up, her eyelashes fluttering.

As he continued to plumb her depths, he bent his head to one nipple, teasing it with his tongue, then nipping it with his teeth. He pushed back and slapped her breast, making her give a little scream, her pussy gushing, her hips gyrating in a frantic rhythm beneath him.

Using one hand to press her bound wrists down into the bed, he gave her face a gentle slap — not enough to even sting, more symbolic than anything.

She gasped, lifting her legs in the air and pushing up at him with her pelvis. He stayed with that rhythm, letting her rock her clit against him on each in-stroke until her cries became desperate.

“Do you want to come now, Lexi?” he asked, slapping her breast again. “Do you?”

“Yesssss. God, yes!” she cried.

He gripped her shoulders, bracing her as he slammed inside her over and over again until his own orgasm crested. “Now, Lexi!” he shouted when he reached climax.

She went wild beneath him, wriggling against him, coming with a screech and a shudder.

“I think,” he mused, freeing her wrists as she recovered beneath him, “You just need it rough.”

“I think I just need you,” she said.

His heart lurched.

 She blushed, as if realizing she’d shown him all her cards.

He wanted to tell her he needed her too, but revealing his hand weakened his position. He settled for expressing the depth of his emotion for her with the most tender kiss.



Mob Mistress blurb

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

 Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.

Renee can be found at-









Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx



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The Retreat- A Sequel with a Fairytale Twist

October 12  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

The sequel to my bestselling novel, The Perfect Submissive, is called The Retreat, and is the middle novel in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

Continuing the story of Miss Jess Sanders journey through the world of the professional submissive, The Retreat takes her away from the life she has only just been getting used to…

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Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.

Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?

In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive…



When I came to write The Retreat I was determined to keep the elements of The Perfect Submissive that had been the most popular, but also to make Jess’s second adventure very different from the first.

So, alongside the tough exercise routine that the dominatrix Miss Sarah inflicted on Jess in book one (I would have been severely told off by many readers if I’d left those out!), we meet a young lady called Alisha, who would love to be just like Jess; there are fairytales- but only sort of…and there is a mystery- in a way…and a little romance- but only just…

Many elements make up the whole novel based at David Proctor’s unusual business premises-The Retreat- but one key factor runs throughout- this is a story of submission and domination…and the story isn’t over yet! Part 3 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- Knowing Her Place, follows hot on its heels!

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Here’s a tasty taster from the beginning of The Retreat to whet your appetite…


‘Please Sir, please! I won’t let you down.’

David Proctor smiled down at the girl on her knees before him. The top of her head, haphazardly piled high with blonde curls, was all he could see on her pleading face.

‘I can learn. I can.’ The cooks voice caught in her throat, ‘I will learn to be whoever you want me to be.’

The warm softness of her Scottish accent added a dimension to his arousal that David hadn’t expected. He’d never a met a girl so keen to be subservient to him before. To be his personal submissive.

With his ego growing almost as much as his cock, as it pushed against the inside of his suit trousers, David crouched down beside the girl. Her bare buttocks bore the pleasing marks of his palm. The fading prints were pink now, but they’d blazed red only moments ago, as he’d held her across his lap, spanking her backside again and again in punishment for her repeated disobedience.

Her breasts, the perfect handful, were dotted with freckles, and as his mind considered all the things a willing slave could do for him, and he could do to her, he lifted her lowered head by the chin.

‘But you refuse to climax when I tell you to.’ David’s voice wasn’t angry, but it was hard. He was, and would always be the unyielding business man. If there was nothing in any arrangement for him, it wouldn’t happen.

‘I want to though Sir. I really want to, I just…I wait so long for permission, and then, I just can’t. I am so sorry, I…’

‘SShhhh.’ David stroked his hand through the wisps of her hair that had escaped her hooked up ponytail. She intrigued him.

The Retreat did need a new submissive, and quickly if his business plans were to expand in the direction he intended them to. The man Fairtasia was sending to represent them was due any day now, and not long after that their delegates would arrive.

‘Please Sir?’ Her blue eyes seemed impossibly wide as stayed still, her bare legs against the cold stone kitchen floor proving how good her stamina was, ‘Lady Tia could teach me.’

‘Training.’ David spoke the word slowly as if to himself, mulling each letter over in thought, but the young cook leapt upon the word.

‘Yes Sir! Dr Ewen says Lady Tia is the best dominatrix in her field.’

‘Umm. She is indeed, but…’ The Retreats new owner reached his uncallused hands to her tits, and felt a surge of satisfaction as the nipples pressed back persuasively against his skin, ‘I’m not sure Lady Tia’s field of expertise will be sufficient in this case. Spankings and beatings you can obviously already take.’

The girl lowered her face again. There was no doubt she was submissive material- and yet not quite. Her deference to him however, and his urgent need for a female submissive on his staff made David’s mind up for him.

‘I think it’s time I contacted a friend in England. I’m sure she’ll send us the help we need.’ Manipulating the cooks chest with greater pressure, enjoying pushing a gasp of pain tinged pleasure come from her lips, David’s round face gave a calculating smile.

His eyes had fallen upon the range in the centre of The Retreat’s kitchen, and then the table next to it. A huge old fashioned pottery jar of ginger powder, and another of brown sugar, sat awaiting the cooks’ attention. He’d been wondering how to impress the potential clients from Fairtasia. Whatever he did in order to win their contract, the performance the staff at The Retreat provided would have to be unforgettable. Now he knew just how that show was going to go.


The cook jerked her head up hopefully.

‘You may train to be The Retreats submissive. Lady Tia can begin your lessons as you suggest.’ He unzipped the fly of his trousers, and freed his dick. He has to suppress a laugh as the girl eyes it hungrily. ‘You may call me David, I don’t like Sir, never have. Now suck me off.’

‘Yes David.’

‘Good girl.’ David pulled his mobile from his pocket as the cook’s velvet mouth engulfed him. There was a pause as he waited for the phone to connect, when the only sound in the granite built room was the working of Alisha’s lip and tongue.

‘Ah, the Fables Hotel? Good, Mrs Peters office please. Not there? Please tell her that Mr Proctor has a proposition for her; and that time is of the essence.’

Hanging up, David gripped his fingers deep into the cook’s increasingly tangled hair. Pushing his groin forward, admiring the way Alisha adjusted her position so that she didn’t gag, but took him deeper. ‘Tell me Alisha, what do you know about fairy tales…?’


If you’d like to read The Retreat, you can find it in paperback or e-format at all good retailers, including-

Amazon UK-


Happy reading,

Kay xx

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Guest Post from Renee Rose: The Bossman

March 18  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I recently had the good fortune of meeting the totally delightful Renee Rose (spanking device ever to hand) at this years Eroticon UK, and was delighted when she kindly agreed to write a blog for my site!

Over to you Renee…

Kay, thank you so much for having me today!

I’m trotting out my new mafia romance The Bossman, winner of the Eroticon USA’s Erotic Author contest today. It’s a spanking romance set in Chicago between a mafia boss and the daughter of a deceased member of the mob. After her father died, she and her mother distanced themselves from the mafia, but when Joey La Torre shows up at her workplace, she finds herself drawn to his dominant style.



By the time Joey arrived, she was two strokes away from another orgasm. He strode into the

room, looking every inch the badass he was. “I thought I told you to keep that door locked,” he growled.

She sat up in the bed, alert to the possibility he was serious. “Sorry, sir.”

A twitch of his lip gave him away. “Do you need me to help you remember?” he asked, slowly unbuckling his belt.

She scrambled backward on the bed. “No, sir.”

He smiled a slow, dangerous smile as he pulled the belt free of his belt loops and doubled it, smacking his palm with a resounding whap. He grinned when she jumped at the sound. “Come here, little girl,” he said, crooking a finger. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

She crawled slowly off the bed and approached, trying to figure out how she could call the whole thing off. As if there was an audience she didn’t want to hear, she whispered, “I didn’t really want, I mean–”

He put an arm around her waist and pulled her body up against his, smirking down at her and lifting his eyebrows. “You didn’t want a spanking?”

She gave a tiny shake of her head. “No?”

“I think you do,” he said, brushing his lips over her temple. “I think you want the spanking, but you’re just a little scared.” He nipped at her neck. “Am I right?”


The Bossman  Blurb:

Sophie Palazzo steered clear of the mafia after her father’s involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don’s brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn’t get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she’s aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm’s length emotionally.

Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently?

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Renee Rose is a modern dance teacher, Feldenkrais Practitioner(R), energy worker and kinkster. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around her favorite kink: spanking.

Thanks again Renee! Love it.

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

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Guest Blog- Justine Elyot- What Do You Like To Call It?

July 18  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I am delighted to welcome the fabulous writer and my lovely friend, Justine Elyot- and I’m ever more delighted to tell you that she’s talking spanking…

Over to you Justine….

What Do You Like To Call It?

The English Vice? Corporal punishment? This Thing We Do (handily shortened to TTWD)? Or just plain old-fashioned spanking? (Not so old-fashioned, though – the word ‘spanking’ dates back to the eighteenth century but I don’t think it was in common usage in that sense, especially in the UK, until quite a bit later.)

There are as many ways to talk about it as there are ways to do it – for an erotic writer, spanking is the gift that keeps on giving. That’s why my new Black Lace collection, Seven Scarlet Tales, focuses on a group of spanking enthusiasts and the various ways they indulge their tastes.

I’ve been reading spanking stories and blogs for years, and I thought it would be nice to pay tribute to some of the sites, writers and performers who have inspired me the most.

The Spanking Writers:

I started following this when it was genuinely ‘writers’ plural rather than singular. It has provided endless amusement, education and pleasure over the years and is a treasure trove of good stuff.

A Voice In The Corner:

I’m a particular fan of the curator’s spanking stories, which are often rather epic in scope and include sci-fi, fantasy and historical settings. They are always well-written and character-driven, often presented from (and for) the point of view of the top, which makes a nice change.

Dreams of Spanking:

Dreams of Spanking is a relatively new site, but I’ve been following the adventures of its creator, Pandora Blake, for a while now. You will find spanking films and picture galleries here, featuring a variety of scenarios and dynamics, all intended to satisfy the female gaze. Hurrah! (My favourite, for fairly obvious reasons, is the one based on a scene from one of my books – check out Kinky.)

Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies:

There are many, many personal spanko blogs out there, but I think perhaps my very favourite is this one. Always beautifully written, presented and illustrated, it’s an absolute treat to read.

How about you? Do you have any recommendations for me? I’d love to hear them.

In the meantime, here’s a little snippet from Seven Scarlet Tales:


‘Wet,’ he murmured. ‘What a very bad creature you must be. Do you always get this wet when you’re about to be spanked?’

‘I don’t know,’ I whispered.

He looked up sharply.

‘How can you not know?’

‘I’ve never done it before. Apart from, y’know, on stage.’

He took a step back, frowning.

‘Turn around,’ he said.

I presented my rear view.

‘No marks,’ he said. ‘Your Petruchio can’t have tamed you very much. He’s left the better part of the job to me. Do you think you can be tamed, Ms Reddish?’

‘I doubt it,’ I said, suddenly defiant. I wanted the conflict, the tension. I wanted to reprise my stage role and have him overpower me until I had to submit.

‘Oh, you doubt it, do you? There’s a challenge if ever I heard one. Very well. Kneel down now.’

I did it. The seat of the chair was uncomfortable on my knees but it was good to be able to cling to the back rung.

‘This is for your friend, Emma,’ he said laconically, ‘though I’ll be giving her the message in person as well, make no mistake.’

His hand was at once sharper and harder than Leo’s. I think he had it held in a particular way, the palm open but the fingers tight. It was more painful than Leo’s fumbling lunges.

I yelped and almost tipped the chair forward, but he put a hand on my shoulder and carried on.

What was this like? Was it what I had expected? It hurt more than I thought it would, the peppery sting spreading across my cheeks. Peregrine never left me a moment to process each stroke but laid them on quickly until I was soon gasping and wriggling around. I held on to the chair, though, my knuckles whitening as the heat built.

‘And here’s something else for being a little schemer.’

If possible, he began to smack even harder. I was uncomfortable now, itching between my legs and sore above them. I felt my skin tighten under the onslaught. I waggled my feet and jerked out a plea to stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I just needed to catch a breath.

‘You’ve bitten off more than you can chew,’ he said dispassionately, holding fire. ‘It’s not unusual. I’ve often rendezvoused with girls who promised more than they could deliver. Get your dress on and run along now.’

‘No.’ My voice ground against my lungs, low and hoarse. ‘I can take it. Just…not used to it.’

‘Are you sure? Because what I just gave you was only a warm-up. You’ll find you can bear a bit more, perhaps, now that you’re good and hot.’

‘I can. I’m sure I can. Give me more.’


If, like Callie, you want more, Seven Scarlet Tales is available now:

Thanks, Kay, for having me!

What a wonderful resource for anyone who wants to learn more about spanking! And WOW Seven Scarlet Tales sounds HOT!!!

Check out Justine’s Briterotica Blog here-

And her wonderful web site

Thanks for coming by Justine!

Happy Reading Everyone!

Kay xx

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