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Enjoying Dinner With Tess

When I began to write erotica ten years ago I concentrated on writing short sexy stories, particularly short kinky tales of the BDSM persuasion, many of which include one of my most favourite things- a good spanking!

There is something salaciously delicious about communicating, through a story, the relinquishing of power required by the target of any spanking session, not to mention the flush of power and responsibility of trust taken on my the spanker.


Published by 1001 NightsPress (the home of my incredibly kinky courier novella, Not Her Type), my anthology, Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission includes one of my favourite spanking stories, Dinner With Tess.

Here’s a tasty extract for you…
…Jon’s laughing voice echoed through the hallway and into the kitchen, as Tess went to greet his friends.

‘Here she is,’ Jon’s arm swept around his girlfriend, ‘Tess, meet Jack and Ed, my friends from the club.’

‘Hello,’ she spoke clearly, trying to cover her shyness. As she shook their hands, Tess couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable by the way they looked at her. It was as if they were assessing her in some way, and she suddenly felt very aware of the shortness of her denim skirt and the thinness of her white cotton blouse.

‘Most lovely,’ Jack nodded approvingly at Jon.

‘She’ll do well’ Ed’s eyes x-rayed Tess as he spoke.

A private shiver shot up Tess’s spine. Do well for what?

Jon ushered the new arrivals into the living room, whilst Tess gratefully fled to the safety of the vast kitchen. She was so preoccupied by the image of Ed’s hungry expression, that when Jon quietly came in and touched her shoulder, she jumped in surprise.

‘Meeting good?’ Tess asked as she checked the progress of the vegetables.

‘Excellent, we’ve organised a photography competition.’ Jon ran a hand under his lovers’ skirt, and stroked a finger between her naked legs. ‘Good girl, you remembered the no underwear rule.’

Tess looked towards the door in alarm. ‘Jon, don’t. Someone might come in.’


‘So, I don’t want them to see.’

‘Why not?’

‘Jon!’ Tess’s face coloured, but her flesh responded instantly, as his expert finger rubbed against her clit.

‘Bend over.’ Jon patted one of the kitchen stools.


‘Do as you’re told.’ Jon’s face darkened, and his voice took on the dangerously soft tone Tess had quickly leant not to disobey, ‘I don’t want to raise my voice and attract attention do I.’

Tess shook slightly as she bent over the stools padded seat, aware that despite her fear of discovery, her treacherous body was getting turned on by the situation.

Jon flipped up her skirt, and began to smooth Tess’s tight arse with his palms. Grabbing a wooden spoon from the worktop, he tapped it against her backside, soft at first, then harder.

‘Jon, stop it,’ Tess, hissed at him, as she squirmed against the stool, her attempts to rise prevented by Jon’s other hand pressing firmly into the small of her back. ‘Jon, please!’

‘Come off it Tess, you know you like it really.’

‘But Jon, our guests, what will they think?’

‘They’ll think,’ Ed spoke from the doorway, a knowing smile across his weathered face, ‘that Jon is a very lucky man.’

Tess froze, her heart thudding against the stool. She knew in an instant that Jon had planned this, probably in collusion with his friends. Her face flushed and goose-pimples of uncertainty shot across her flesh.

Jon was speaking to Ed, but the sound of their voices seemed to be coming from very far away. Tess felt sick and excited at the same time. Confusion ran around her brain. Her chest was tight with erotic expectation, but this didn’t square with the humiliation that Jon, the man who claimed to care for her, was causing.

Ed came closer. Jon passed him the spoon, ‘Perhaps you’d get her warmed up for me whilst I see if Jack is ready to proceed.’


What the hell did ‘proceed’ mean? Tess gulped back a cry as Ed hit the rounded spoon against her rump, his large sweaty hand, replacing Jon’s cool skin. She didn’t have time to think, all her efforts went into not letting tears stream down her face, as Ed continued his work with enthusiasm.

‘Nicely tenderised?’ A new voice cut through Tess’s concentration.

‘Yes thanks, Jack.’ Ed paused in his work, and slid a hand across Tess’s reddened arse. She flinched at his touch.

 ‘Enough I think.’ Jon pulled Tess up right. She hung onto him as the blood drained from her head back to her body. She wanted to say, ‘How could you? What are you doing?’ But a look at Jon’s face, at all their faces, prevented her.

‘Serve up the dinner; just three plates.’ Obeying his order, Tess, her rear still smarting from the recent assault, slopped the dinner onto the plates, without even registering that she was only serving food for three, rather than four.

‘Good girl. Come here. Now, as quickly as you can, we would like you to take off your clothes…’


If you’d like to find out what happens to Tess next, you can buy Take Control from-



Happy reading everyone,

Kay xxx


Take Control Tasty Taster: The Experiment…

The recent revamp of Yes Ma’am, my female domination/male submission anthology, reminded me that it has been a while since I shared anything from Take Control with you- my male domination/female submission anthology- and I do so like to be even handed…



Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission is a collection of toe curlingly sexy tales of bondage and female submission from the pen of best selling writer Kay Jaybee. From a spankingly delicious Dinner With Tess, to a Staged public sex fantasy, an unforgettable alfresco hosing in Deluged, a kinky scientific Experiment, and the realisation of a long held threesome fantasy in The Necklace, Take Control offers five bite sized stories that will satisfy any lover quality erotica.


I’m going to tease you with a little taster today from The Experiment

They would follow his instructions to the letter. That was what she had claimed. Still, he was suspicious. It was probably all a con, a devious way of playing on his growing obsession. But it might not be – it might be genuine – he might get to see what he longed to see…

A petite, traditionally dressed, stunningly beautiful Malaysian girl led him into a dimly lit room. The scientist dropped his briefcase next to a comfortable wing-backed armchair, behind which was a small but well-stocked bar. Suspended from the ceiling, a state of the art camcorder pointed forwards, poised and ready to record all that was to follow. Tastefully tame classical music was being piped into the room via a number of wall speakers; speakers which he hoped would reveal some far more interesting sounds in the very near future.

About a metre in front of the chair, a large picture window had been fitted neatly between that room and the next, creating both a theatre and private audience auditorium. A thick red curtain was drawn across the other side of the glass, so that as yet the voyeur could witness nothing from the space beyond.

The hostess, hovering by the bar, gestured to the various bottles of spirits with a questioning glance. He selected a whiskey and, shrugging off his jacket, waited as a triple measure of amber liquid was sloshed into a cut-glass tumbler. With the drink, the girl passed him a white envelope, on which was written The Story Thus Far.

He sat down, fumbling open the letter with hasty fingers, and his eyes devoured the words: Shortly you will see Gail and Jade. Both have been fully appraised as to your requirements. They have been placed within the neighbouring room, secured as per your instructions.

Before your arrival, again as you requested, the girls were subjected to considerable concentrated arousal to the breasts alone, and had nipple clamps applied. Both females are now desperate for further attention. We hope you enjoy the performance. Sit back, relax, and enjoy. The Malaysian girl bowed and left.

Making himself as comfortable as possible, he sat in the chair, satisfied that – so far, at least – his wishes had been carried out.

This whole thing was an experiment: an exercise to discover how much attention needed to be applied to a woman’s breasts alone before climax overtook the subject. Any resulting arousal of his own, he had convinced himself, was coincidental, and of secondary importance to the enquiry…


If you’d like to buy this e-book, it is available from Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all good e-retailers. (It is also available for Kobo, Nook and on iTunes)


Happy reading everyone,

Kay xxx

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