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Happy Halloween: Fancy a Dark Knight?

Happy HAlloween

What can I tempt you with that’s dark and sexy and perhaps a bit spooky as well? I’m not known for writing paranormal or ghostly goings on, but I have touched upon the dark side of erotica once or twice…

Here’s a tasty extract from one the tales within The Collector 

The Dark Knight is set in a gloomy, damp, abandoned, castle dungeon. It is there, that Heather’s medieval submissive fantasy is about to take an unexpected turn.  This extract begins immediately after Heather has received the beating she so desperately needed…

…Paul dropped the twig. ‘You’d like me to kiss you better now wouldn’t you?’

Heather nodded fervently.

‘Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but that’s not going to happen.’ He beckoned to Clare to approach him.

She moved quickly to his side, letting her cloak fall to the floor, revealing her tall slim darkly tanned body. With no hesitation Paul leant forward and began to suckle and lick Clare’s right nipple.

Heather’s mouth, dry and sticky, clenched around the cloth, her eyes were bright with tears of desperation. That was her attention, that was what she needed, it was hers by right.

spooky castle

Paul looked up at Heather, ‘You look a mess!’ Then he turned to Clare’s left breast, licking and nibbling at her nipple until she began to sway and rock against him.

Heather could only watch as her Master stared back at her. ‘Everything you crave I shall give to Clare.’ Paul kept his eyes on Heather for a split second longer, and then turned back to Clare, kissing her deeply, running his tongue around her mouth, and wrapping her inside his cloak to provide her chilled flesh some warmth. Then he turned Clare round and, pushing her to the floor, climbed on top of her so he could thrust his stiff cock into her wet opening in full view of his prisoner.

Hot jealously whipped through Heather. She no longer cared if he punished her further. After all, what else could he do? She closed her eyes, but that alone was not enough to block out what was happening before her as Clare began to mewl gently and Paul’s grunts of satisfaction filled the room.

She’d wanted humiliation, we’ll she’d got it. Heather opened her eyes again, facing the fact that her fantasy had got away from her. Yet, in that moment of realisation, she felt an erotic thrill shoot through her like no other. This was something even darker than her dreams, something vicious, something… better…

The Collector 2016


If you’d like to read the rest of this- possibly my darkest ever short story- you can find it in The Collector at-



Happy reading everyone!

Kay xxx



Guest Post from Victoria Blisse: Real life Impacts on Fiction especially where Spanking is involved

Today I’m delighted to welcome my friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Victoria Blisse to my blog. And oh my goodness, has she got a tale to tell!

Over to you Victoria…

Real life Impacts on Fiction especially where Spanking is involved!

If you follow my blog you’ll know there’s been some interesting real life experiences for this shy, quiet erotica writer. If you don’t check out What it’s like to be Whipped  and Waiting for the Kendo Cane to see what I mean.  Yes, this author now has experience of real life dungeons and my butt (and other bits) has experience of being spanked, whipped, paddled and caned.

Now, there’s a confession, I could claim it’s all in the name of research but I’d be lying. I really do rather enjoy it. A lot. However, it has been really useful research. I think my spanking scenes have definitely benefited. Here’s a little snippet of one of the scenes from One Night in Manchester so you can decide for yourself.



“As you’ve been so good, I’ll let you decide what I use to mete out your last five spanks. Would you prefer the paddle or the crop?”

What a decision. I’m not sure how much I like either of them, and I definitely don’t like making choices.

“Hurry up or I’ll decide for you.”

“Crop!” I exclaim, not really thinking at all.

The paddle hits my arse one more time.

“Sir, can I have the crop please, Sir?” I rush the words out in hopes if I say it quickly enough he won’t have time to hit me again. I could probably be quite decisive if Grant was always around with a paddle in hand, but then again I’d probably be much more easily distracted.

“That’s better. Now on to five strikes with the crop.”

“Five, Sir? You just hit me, though.”

“Oh, Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. That was an extra strike for forgetting how to address me. Now, if I were really mean I’d add another couple of strikes on to your total for questioning me, but you’re new to this and my dick is goddamn hard as nails and I need to fuck you soon. So I’m going to let you off this one time, but in future don’t question your punishment unless you want more of it, understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir—I mean, sorry, Sir. Or do I mean both?”

While I’m still pondering what I want to convey, I hear the thin, sharp whoosh of the crop cutting through the air. A moment later I feel the slap on my right buttock. I shut up as the focused impact takes all my attention. It’s so different to the thump of the paddle. Intense, hot and stingy. Do I like one more than the other, or do I hate them both equally? That’ll be something to ponder when I’m alone in bed and not while I’m waiting on another hit.

Grant doesn’t give me any time to adapt. He rains the next four slaps down on virtually the same spot in rapid succession. I stiffen and yelp, wiggle and cry out, and the pain grows and grows until my safe word forms silently on my lips.

Then it stops.

“Good girl, you took that so well. Now turn over.”

I do so eagerly, until my buttocks hit the mattress and the dull throbbing heat explodes with the contact.

“Shit!” I curse and he just laughs.

“Now, Jessica—”

“I mean Sir. Shit, Sir.”

Grant grins down at me and shakes his head. I notice he’s taken off his T-shirt and that his chest is hard, smattered with dark curls and begging for my touch.

“Okay, that’ll work for now, but try not to swear in future, it’s not terribly ladylike. Move back darlin’, and spread your legs. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” My breath hitches and I slowly inch back, ouching and ooching with each movement. By the time I’m settled, Grant has taken off his trousers and pants—well, pants and pants, I guess, since he’s weirdly American—and I’m getting to see him completely naked for the first time. He is magnificent.



After a flirty online relationship, Grant meets Jessica in Manchester.

He works in TV and he shows Jessica around the set where he’s filming. Their relationship quickly escalates and they have sex…on one of the sets! As things develop, so does their love play. In public places! And a little spanking never really hurt anyone.

Will Jessica be able to say goodbye to Grant when his work is done?


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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut AlfrescoSmut by the Sea (Vol.1)Smut by the Sea (Vol.2)Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.

She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut NightsSmut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.

Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook , Twitter and Pinterest


Many thanks Victoria- brilliant post. Much fun was obviously had during the research stage of One Night in Manchester!

Kay xx


Guest Post from Peter Birch: The Big, Bad Book of Spanking Positions

Today I have a brilliant blog for you- if you’re a fan of spanking you are going to love this! However, if you are under 18, or if you are adverse to seeing beautiful women being spanked, then this is not the blog for you! You have been warned!!

Over to you Peter…

Peter Birch on The Big, Bad Book of Spanking Positions

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It took me a while to decide how to open this blog. The world of erotic writing has moved on so far and so fast in the last year or two that the chances are that nobody reading this has the faintest idea who I am. Fortunately the author page from the book I want to write about says it all, complete with a picture of me doing my favourite thing and guaranteed to pique the interest of those who might enjoy my work while, hopefully, making those who won’t depart with their noses tilted up at a suitable prim angle.

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Having got that over with I can now move on to the question Kay asked me: what made me write The Big, Bad Book of Spanking Positions? The answer is that it was a wonderful way to combine my love of spanking and photography with my career as a writer, or in other words it’s a piece of unabashed self-indulgence.

I’m an eroticist who writes rather than the other way around. Writing has always been important to me and I love to fill my books with distinctive characters and compelling plots, especially for my Aishling Morgan novels. I also like to think that I can at least string a sentence together, but my background is the world of fetish parties, curious pleasures and above all, spanking. I make no excuse for this and I have never set down so much as a single word in the hope of appealing to the mass market. Rather to my surprise there seem to be enough people around who share my tastes to make my writing commercially viable.

Unfortunately, even in the heyday of Nexus books, when I was producing ten novels a year, I could never persuade a publisher to allow me to include illustrations. All that changed with the arrival of the wonderful Accent Press, who commissioned an illustrated guide to all things kinky. That included a section on spanking with a text box listing nine popular positions. Nine isn’t very many though, and I was left feeling that I hadn’t done justice to the subject.

At the time I was also writing articles for Forum Magazine and its sister publications. I suggested a light-hearted article on spanking positions, listing the top 20 as if from a music chart. They liked the idea and agreed to include my own photographs, so I was left with no choice but to set up a photo shoot. I like my spanking to be done for a reason, so I dressed two beautiful models in riding gear and took the pictures in the corner of a studio done up as an improbably clean stables. Here’s one of the pictures from that day, position No 19, the Open Bailey, so named because it was the favourite position of Lucy Bailey, queen of the British spanking scene back in the ‘90s.

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When I did the Forum shoot I tried to get the different positions in their real order of popularity, judging by how often they were shown or mentioned in internet search results. To get a top 20 a lot of positions had to be left out, and by the time the article was published I had a list of over thirty different positions and the whole thing was beginning to get a bit obsessive. There’s a lot to be said for obsession, especially when it comes to kinky sex, so instead of telling myself to calm down I let the project grow. A commission to write an article on spanking aftercare allowed me to set up a second shoot featuring models Stacey and Stephanie Howitt, who tried out nearly forty different positions before so much as a dab of cold cream was applied to a smarting bottom cheek.

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After that there was no turning back. The girls were lovely and had great fun on the shoot, adding their own suggestions and clever details, but we’d been unable to use our original venue and the Torquay B&B we’d hired as a substitute wasn’t the ideal background. Besides, the number of positions was creeping ever higher, to fifty, then sixty, with friends suggesting pet favourites and subtle variations. I’d also realised that some positions needed three people, one of them strong enough to hold another clear of the ground for the spanking.

I was now determined to do the book and I knew what I wanted to call it, but I didn’t want to do another shoot until I’d found a suitable studio and the perfect models. My Domina came easily, Leia-Ann Woods, whose cool, stern beauty and wealth of experience made her ideal, while we’d been friends for years and worked together on several projects. She was also well used to being on the receiving end and knew all about my obsession with spanking positions, having obliged with one of many minor test shoots. Here she is, Kissing the Gunner’s Daughter only with a tree trunk in place of a cannon.

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It took a lot longer to find the right girl to be on the receiving end, but one glance at Chloe “Toy” Benson and my mind was made up. Not only was she the perfect English rose, but her petite figure and playful, innocent manner made her the ideal foil for Leia-Ann. The only question was whether she would accept a shoot that involved being spanked in several dozen different positions, many of them extremely revealing, and over a period of four hours. She accepted without hesitation and proved even better than I had hoped, not only beautiful but wonderfully expressive.

The third member of my team was Amber West, another experienced spanking model. Amber had the height and strength I needed both to be ridden by Chloe for the equestrian positions and to be able to lift her for the triples, or so I hoped. What she definitely did have was enough skill with a camera to act as assistant photographer and exactly the attitude I wanted, as I’d discovered when she agreed to pose for an article on another of my penchants, erotic clowns. She’s the one getting spanked.

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With my team in place I hired Blingshot Studios in North London, allowing me the use of professional lighting and a pleasantly domestic but uncomplicated set to show the models to best advantage. I like to think we got some good results, so here are a few examples from the finished product: plates 8, 16 and 31 –

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008 Plate 16009 Plate 31

Not that everything went completely to plan. Only when we got to the triples did we discover that Amber Couldn’t lift Chloe onto her shoulders, so I was forced to hand over the camera and take her place, now with a slightly shocked Leia-Ann on the receiving end. I’m afraid I wasn’t really dressed the part.


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The great project was almost complete, with only the mechanics of publication to go through before The Big, Bad Book of Spanking Positions became a reality, except that even as Amber and I drove away from the studio we were thinking of new and increasingly complicated positions. I did take her out into the woods to complete an appendix, Contortionist’s Corner, and then added a second appendix on aftercare. Once I’d finished editing the pictures I had fifty plates covering seventy different spanking positions and a few other not to be missed themes such as the removal of Chloe’s knickers, which takes an entire page and twelve pictures.

So there it is, but even as the finished product went to press I knew I hadn’t exhausted all the possibilities. For a start I’d prefer positions such as Kissing the Gunner’s Daughter and Over a Barrel to actually involve an old fashioned ship’s cannon and a barrel respectively, while I can’t help but think that the military positions should have been done with the girls in uniform, the equestrian ones in riding gear and pony-girl harness, On the Lap with me dressed up as Santa Claus etc etc etc. Not only that, but it now seems to be impossible to get together with my fellow spanking enthusiasts without some clever Dick or Daisy demonstrating some bizarre possibility that hadn’t occurred to me.

Oh well, it looks as if I might have to start considering the second edition.


Many thanks Peter – what a great project! I confess to being a tiny bit jealous that I wasn’t research assistant on that assignment!

Links to Peter (and his varies guises) can be found here-

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Aishling-Morgan/e/B002BLFARO/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1437682532&sr=1-2-ent for Aishling Morgan

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Peter-Birch/e/B005ORLTMW/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1437682575&sr=1-2-ent for Peter Birch

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alice-McCloud/e/B0034O6NAA/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1437682620&sr=1-2-ent for Alice McCloud

You can also find Peter herehttp://peterbirch.tumblr.com/

Thanks again Peter,

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx





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

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.

Voyeur- new cover 2013

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-

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Voyeur-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908917873/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1355920127&sr=1-1

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/The-Voyeur-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908917873/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365506289&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Voyeur+kay+jaybee


Happy reading,

Kay xxx

Guest Post from Renee Rose: Some Like it Rough

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.

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Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx



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