Becky's B for Bondage

By Dan Bruce

Having failed the Medieval History course, Becky Paterson was staring expulsion in the face, but this beautiful young student had a cunning plan – blowing her teacher was what she reckoned would do the trick. But Dr. Rory Fletcher, a historian who happened to be an expert in medieval torture, wanted much more than that. Becky would get her pass if she proved willing and applied herself to the subject – it would be a ‘B’ for Bondage and some serious discipline – pain, humiliation and surprising ecstasy in a medieval pillory.
Follow Becky’s path along her trials and tribulations under the whip, the crop, the paddle, and Rory Feltcher’s own personal equipment that he uses to devilish effect. It’s a heck of a lesson the young woman takes as she earns her ‘B’ for Bondage.
Warning: This book contains explicit content and is suitable for readers 18 and above.

Please note: this ebook is a modified version of Tom Farrell’s ‘B for Bondage’ – with the author’s kind permission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Apr 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301748143

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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Becky’s B for Bondage

(Dark BDSM Erotica)

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2013

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this ebook is a modified version of Tom Farrell’s ‘B for Bondage’ – with the author’s kind permission.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

The Dan Bruce Collection

Tales from The Dark Side Extract – Welcome to The Dark Side

Her Nemesis Series Extract – Her Nemesis Master

Abuse of Power Series Extract –Revenge of the Karinovs

Other Books Extract –The Unseen Master

About the Author

Chapter 1

Becky Paterson looked at the notice board and felt her stomach churn. She knew this was coming, but it was still gut wrenching to see it there in black and white.

D minus!

Bollocks! cursed Becky. That despicable letch Fletcher has done this deliberately – I know he has!

With a few choice expletives firing off in her head, all aimed at Dr. Rory Fletcher, her undeserving History teacher, Becky scanned the results posting to check out the other grades. There were passes everywhere, including some bright spark who managed to get an A plus.

That girl wants to get a life! hissed Becky to no one but herself. I bet she’s never had a boyfriend, nor is she likely to get one as she obviously spends all her time with her head in a book... either that or she’s sucking up to Fletcher – or even more likely, licking his filthy ass!

Becky continued in this vein as she noted a few more grades. It made for very depressing reading. Everyone except herself had passed. Even her best friend and hockey team mate, Ruth Fairbairn, had managed to scrape a straight C.

How did the ginger haired minx manage to do that? muttered Becky rather ungenerously when she saw her friend’s grade. I thought that if anyone would have failed, it would be her and not me! At least I made an effort by watching that DVD which she said was a waste of time!

Becky returned to her grade praying for some miracle. She blinked her eyes and refocused on the mark. She hoped she’d seen it wrong but it was still the same. She’d got a D minus, and no amount of staring at it was going to make it change.

Yet somehow it had to change, or else Becky would be out on her ear. Her first year at university wasn’t exactly glowing with success. It had been a struggle to make the grades to get here in the first place - Becky not being one of life’s natural geniuses. But having escaped the boredom of her rural home, where with the benefit of school discipline she had managed to apply herself sufficiently to scrape the passes, Becky had abandoned herself at university to other past-times - like playing the hockey she loved, going out clubbing, discovering the joys of sex courtesy of randy young male students, and of late one in particular – a lad called Gus who now fucked her on a regular basis. With so much excitement in her life, academic work had taken a back seat – so far back, it wasn’t even in the car! She was already on a written warning for her poor academic performance – one more failed course and she would get sent down.

Fletcher! hissed Becky. He knows fine well I need to pass his sodding History course. Yet he’s deliberately failed me.

This of course was ridiculous. Becky had failed the course because she had done little in the way of work, hoping that watching the television series ‘The Tudors’ would give her sufficient insight into the English Reformation to be able to blag her way through the exam. But sadly this strategy fell way short of the mark. If anything, Dr. Fletcher had been rather generous in awarding Becky a D minus for her pitiful efforts. And in her heart Becky knew she didn’t deserve to pass, but it was more palatable to take the view of victimisation.

Either way – the grade was the grade. If it stood unchanged then her carefree days as a student were over. She would be sent home in disgrace to the tedium of her old life, would have to find a job in some crummy factory or such likes, and instead of Gus, who had a degree of class and sophistication, she would end up with some ignorant lout for a boyfriend – this wasn’t an acceptable option!

Shit! yelled Becky as she wandered away, head downcast... but Becky Paterson was not a beaten young woman. She knew that there was always the chance to appeal – and she fully intended to do just that. She would appeal in person to Dr. Rory Fletcher – the only man who might agree to improve the grade. Becky was sure she had guile and physical assets to win the good doctor over. A few white wines down her throat to loosen her up then Becky would make a very personal call that none of her girlfriends, or heaven forbid Gus, would ever get to know about.

Chapter 2

It was almost five-thirty when Becky made the call to Dr. Fletcher’s office. It was answered after a couple of rings.

Fletcher, snapped a voice at the end of the line.

Erm... yes... Hello there Dr. Fletcher, this is Becky Paterson ... from your English Reformation class...

Becky? Let me think – are you the short blonde girl who wears those unusually short skirts?

No! exclaimed Becky, knowing who he meant – a dumpy little slut called Bunty, who had dyed peroxide hair that looked like straw and had a deserving reputation of being the college bike – ridden by all and sundry. My name’s Becky, not Bunty! And I’m five foot eight with shoulder length brown hair! Big tits and a great ass could have added to the description, but Becky thought of herself as a decent sort of girl and such crudeness was beneath her.

I’m still no better informed, said the voice down the line. What can I do for you, Miss Paterson?

Becky could feel her blood boiling. How dare the old letch pretend he didn’t know her! Admittedly Becky hadn’t attended many of his classes, and always sat at the back of the lecture hall when she did deign to turn up. But Fletcher had spotted her all right, Becky knew that for sure, and he liked what he saw, or so Becky was hoping – if not, then she was seriously screwed. This had to be a wind up and Becky tried to keep her cool.

Erm... well... It’s about the grade I got – the D minus...

There was a pause. Becky was sure she could hear some muffled laughter on the other end of the phone and that made her all the angrier.

So that was you, Dr. Fletcher finally answered. My one and only failure – are you calling to apologise for blotting my record?

No! Well, yes... sorry and all that but...

But what?

Becky gulped. This didn’t come easy for a nice decent girl with a steady boyfriend. But... do you think I might be able to see you to discuss it. It should be done in person. Could I pop by your office now?

Now! No... I’m playing squash at six – you should have called earlier. The results were posted this morning. You’ve had all day.

This indeed was true, but she’d been out last night with Ruth and a bunch of other girls, celebrating the end of term. It was early afternoon before Becky had crawled out of bed, and she had spent the last hour in the student union bar partaking of some Dutch courage before making this call.

Sorry. What about tomorrow then? asked Becky not best pleased – she wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.

"You obviously didn’t attend my final class or you would know that tomorrow I fly to Boston, where I am scheduled to give some lectures on the Elizabethan Era. If you wish to discuss your grade