Spanked For Cash

By Marcus Darkley

A horny collection of the first 3 stories in Marcus Darkleys' Spanked for Cash series, follow pretty single mum, Cheryl as she embarks on a journey of self-exploration:

Spanked By The Colonel - Cheryl's life was a mess. She seemed to have nothing going for her. The young mum had a crappy job, a crappy house and no money whatsoever. She did have something though, as an old school friend reminded her. She was a real looker - horny as hell! Men would pay a lot of money for a night with her and Ali knew just the person who could arrange it! Cheryl's life was about to change radically!

Spanked By The Mistress - Her first spanking came at the hands of the Colonel. Now Cheryl's new boss was going to ensure the young mum was fully prepared for her new role as a paid submissive. there was nothing she enjoyed more than breaking in a fresh girl!

Spanked At An Orgy - Gorgeous young milf Cheryl has been trained and prepared to satisfy her clients however they want her. And mostly they want to spank her first of all! Sent as entertainment to an exclusive party, she starts the evening strapped on a bench by the front door and when the guests arrive, she's the first thing on the menu!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotic Dreams
• Release date: Feb 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310311215

Marcus Darkley

Marcus has had the pleasure of many amazing relationships with beautiful, submissive women. Now putting pen to paper to share these experiences, he is producing some panty-melting erotica. The stories are fiction but they are strongly based in fact. If you are D or s you'll enjoy them. If you are curious, they will give you a window on to a different world and perhaps the desire to give it a try. If nothing else, they are going to leave you hot and bothered!

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SPANKED FOR CASH

Copyright © 2016 by Marcus Darkley

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Spanked For Cash.

Copyright © 2016 by Marcus Darkley

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Contents:

Spanked by the Colonel

Spanked by the Mistress

Spanked at an Orgy

Other Marcus Darkley Books

Connect with the Author

Author Bio

Other titles from Erotic Dreams

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Spanked by the Colonel

Cheryl was stony broke! Her crappy job in the newsagents just made enough to feed her two-year-old and keep him in nappies. And that was only with a lot of help from her Mum. Not to mention the free childminding service. Being a single mum at twenty-two was impossible.

It was her old school mate, Ali that set her off in the direction that would change her life. Out for the first time in a month and between desperately trying to trap an eligible man that wanted her for more than a night, Chery finally asked Ali where all her money was coming from.

Ali never seemed to work, although not tied down with a toddler like Cheryl was, she nonetheless seemed to have a care-free life. The bubbly redhead had a late registration MR2 in a colour that matched her locks and a nice flat in a good part of town. Yet she never seemed to work. Come on, Ali. Where does all your money come from? the slim blonde urged her. Have you got a sugar daddy?

Ali snorted her bright blue alcopop! Not exactly, she giggled. I’m an escort!

Cheryl nearly fell out of her chair. What? Isn’t that like a prostitute or something?

If Ali was offended, she didn’t show it. I don’t stand on street corners, if that’s what you mean, Honey!

Cheryl blushed up to her blonde roots. Sorry Ali! I didn’t mean…!

Ali jumped straight in. Don’t worry, you’re not that far wrong. I mean I do have sex for money. She sipped her drink and fixed her friend with her emerald green eyes. The only difference is, it’s a lot more civilised and I get paid a lot of money. She patted Cheryl on the hand. And I do mean a lot!

Cheryl sat back and absorbed that information, catching the eye of a boy at the bar she vaguely knew and who was apparently plucking up the courage to come over. Don’t get me wrong, Babes, she said finally. I mean, I’m not judging. But having sex for money…?

Ali wasn’t even slightly offended. She let out a deep breath. Okay, she said. Last night I had dinner with a gorgeous Arab man, he took me back to his hotel room and shagged me all night. The sex was out of this world and I left him the next morning a thousand pounds richer!

A thousand pounds. No fucking way? It would take Cheryl two months to earn that money and Ali had made it in a night on her back!

You, on the other hand, Ali went on. You are going to invite Chuckles over there back to your flat tonight. She gestured with her head towards the enthusiastic youth at the bar. You’re going to have some shit sex and fall asleep with him dribbling all over you. When you wake up in the morning, if I know you at all, you’re going to ask him to top up your phone and buy you an electric token before you throw him out. See the difference? She passed across a black, plastic business card.

What’s this? It just had an office address in town and an email.

Go and see Elizabeth Ali told her. Tell her I sent you. She rose to leave and kissed her friend on the cheek.

Cheryl took the card but she also took Andy back to her flat as Ali had predicted.

Normally impulsive, Cheryl took two days to make a decision. Friday was her day off, so she lied to her Mum about doing overtime and left little Paul with her. She took time in getting ready, wearing her interview outfit of her only proper blouse and knee-length skirt. Once ready, she checked herself out in the long mirror that she had found only the last weekend in a skip and was now propped up against her hallway wall. The big blue eyes that