The Secret Room

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The texts she receives are anonymous but the message is clear: someone wants to spank her luscious behind. She should ignore the texts, whoever is sending them, especially since her prime suspect is Giles, the most conceited, cock-sure guy in the office; a two-timing, hateable egotist. But the messages are too enticing to ignore: he is handsome after all, and reputably has other gifts that fill her fevered fantasies...

If anyone can unmask the culprit for her it is Casper George, the outrageously camp office gossip and libertine. He devises a game, The Secret Room, to play at one of his legendary parties. This will ensure that she ends up alone and blindfolded with her anonymous admirer. However, the game allows anything to happen and she has more than one surprise in store for her.

Extract from the Secret Room:

      It is hard to describe the experience to anyone who has not received such treatment. The sound is scary enough – an impossibly loud slap that magnifies the impact ten-fold. The contact rips right through you; you can feel your flesh wobble and your arse cheeks jumping apart. You can sense the momentary coolness as your holes are exposed, giving a filthy flash to your tormentor that you know can only be taken as a sign of your willingness to continue. And the pain itself: ice cold and then raging fire in an instant, rushing all over your skin and burrowing deep to your core, right to your sex. It takes you to the very edge of your tolerance and yet the next slap is somehow comforting, however heavy. The tingle spreads all over and begs to be rubbed for relief, each new slap a blissful aside to this urgent need, if only for a second. As the smacks land, they become increasingly harder to bear and then suddenly more addictive, like the real hurt only begins once they stop. The hysteria you feel fills you to bursting but the shiver is as delicious as it is unwelcome, akin only – in my experience – to that purging release when you are desperate to go to the toilet and you sit down to let go the loose evacuation just fractions before your clenching muscles are defeated. I don’t know why because I was sobbing and dribbling and the blood was crashing in my head, but when he finally stopped, all I wanted was more. If my grinding hips had found something firmer than the pillow beneath them, I know I would have come.