Harley's Club Night

By Jeff White

The eighth in the series The Bedtime Canon. This is a BDSM short story intended only for adults. If you are under 18 please navigate away from this page now.

Harley is a masochist. His fantasies are about extreme violence inflicted on himself; then he hears of a club in his own town where he could meet women who would like to make his dreams come true. Will he be admitted? And will he get more than he can take?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Jun 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476020822

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

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Harley's Club Night

By

Jeff White

Published by Jeff White

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The eighth in the series The Bedtime Canon

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Table of Contents

Membership

Permissions

First Night

More Pain

About The Bedtime Canon

Other Books by Jeff White

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Down the High Street, take a right at the old fishmongers, (long gone now, of course,) left up the little alley. Lots of doors, artificial wood, real wood, real plastic, partly glazed; all probably led to someone's home, all probably concealed a story, important to the people who lived it, of no consequence to anyone else. Apart from one. A door seemingly made of black leather, with stainless steel studs set into it, and next to it a small plaque that said, Hellfire Club. Members Only.

Harley stood looking at the door. He looked a little like his name: leather jeans and leather jacket, an AC/DC t-shirt, every inch the biker. If this was the sort of club where people wielded whips, you would expect him to be the one wielding. You'd be wrong. After quite a while, and very aware of the security camera tracking him, Harley rang the doorbell. A man who looked a little like an accountant answered. Yes? How can I help you?

Stuttering slightly, Harley said, I'd like to join your club.

The man who looked like an accountant, and was in fact very good at his job of punishing