Pleasure and Pain

By Kivutar Amy Koski

PLEASURE & PAIN

Two sizzling stories of punishment and domination hot from the pen of the "QUEEN OF KINK" Kivutar Amy Koski, but with a different slant. Strict, severe and full of bad boys being dealt with VERY firmly indeed, as is only right and proper...

THE LONG HALF-TERM.
It is 1965 and young Robert Unsworth needs to get through the entrance examination for officer’s college in order to join the army. His family have paid for extra tuition during the half-term holidays, to ensure he keeps up the family tradition of serving as an officer. Unfortunately Robert is one of those lazy youths who lacks self discipline and motivation. His family have turned to Tasmin Hunnicutt, Robert’s housemistress and a stickler for firm discipline. His parents have given her carte blanche to achieve the necessary result, and Tasmin knows exactly what Robert needs. It will be startlingly effective, and will provide her with hours of endless enjoyment. There is nothing Tasmin Hunnicutt enjoys more than inflicting physical discipline on the deserving bottoms of recalcitrant boys. He will also have to be encouraged to run the cross-country course by young ladies on horseback. It would appear the cane is going to be very busy this half-term, and Miss Hunnicutt has another painful surprise in store for young Unsworth in the form of a thick rubber punishment strap...

THE HIGH SECURITY WING
is a special building set apart from the rest of the prison. Its high steel mesh fences are screened by tall evergreens and are patrolled by armed guards with dogs. The shadowy regime that operates within is rumoured to be above the law. The wing exists to interrogate those prisoners who are a security risk and from whom information must be obtained. The methods used are rumoured to be a mixture of the brutal and the insidiously sophisticated. The whole operation is run by a shadowy figure known only as ‘the governess,’ who apparently not only gets her kicks from interrogation, but is completely without mercy or compassion. The system works well: the security services get their intelligence and the specially selected and recruited female staff get their kicks. The floggings and canings are beyond all endurance and can go on for days in the soundproofed and specially equipped interrogation rooms. The only rule is they mustn’t kill or maim the inmates, but anything else is fair game...
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Kivutar Amy Koski
• Release date: Jun 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311457585

Kivutar Amy Koski

It's been a long journey from the young girl starting out as a new legal graduate, fresh from university. My father was Finnish, and I was brought up in Birmingham. I met Bruno my future husband when he was stationed in Poole many years ago. I moved often in those days, the requirements of the service being paramount, and we ended up here in Scotland at Arbroath. Together we we found a beautiful 10-acre croft (farm) that needed renovation. It overlooks the Moray Firth in the scenic Scottish Highlands. We bought it, and Bruno being very practical and skilled we restored the house and barns, stables etc.It is no accident I write the things I do: both Bruno and I have a terrible weakness for BDSM, femdom and rubber (especially rubber). We have converted one of the haylofts into a fully-equipped punishment/play room, with a flogging horse, vacuum bed, milking stool and restraint spider to name but a few. I can assure you I have the best behaved husband it is possible to imagine! His face is a mixture of fear and desire when I tell him to fetch the key, unlock the playroom and await my pleasure.I write a good deal; it's hard work but I love it and there are those who say I have a talent. I write other more conventional historical romances (with a twist), under another name - it serves to keep the literary establishment at bay. No one who writes the way I do, about the subjects I do, would ever be taken seriously by the publishing industry as the author of a 'literary' piece so that's the way it has to be unfortunately. Both Oscar Wilde and D H Lawrence would have been better served heeding that dictum. I have both a volume of contemporary poetry and a WW1 novel available, as well as another couple in the pipeline. I have so far been discovered by three readers, who have uncovered my nom de plume, (I have no idea how) and I suppose it makes for a bit of fun - no doubt there will be other sleuths who make the discovery.We are considering moving to the sun - it may come off, we have seriously looked at small villas in the quiet mountain areas of Cyprus, Spain, Greek islands and so forth, and the idea of writing in that environment appeals. If it happens it won't be for a year or so, due to personal complications, but we have our fingers crossed. I am always available to chat - I love ideas and swapping personal experiences, but I am often busy and don't get the time I'd like to talk with those of a like mind. I do go on my facebook page regularly, and that is normally the best place to get an instant response. Email is slower, but I check my mails normally every day, so it's a sure process. I love fresh ideas and perspectives, occasionally I work them into my books, and in the past I have included the names of readers in little cameos (you know who you are lol) which I find makes for a piquant little taster of mischief. I hope I provide the kind of book rarely available elsewhere - all my work is of a professional well-edited standard: I have to say not all the indie books I've seen can say that, there are some shocking examples out there, but also some good ones. As ever beauty is in the eye of the beholder I suppose. xxx

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Pleasure and Pain

Two delectably strict and severe short stories from the pen of

Kivutar Amy Koski

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First published in Great Britain by PLP Books, 2016.

The moral right of Kivutar Amy Koski to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the copyrights designs and patents act of 1988. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the copyright owner. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

©Kivutar Amy Koski 2016

ISBN 9781311457585

THIS BOOK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL INCLUDING SCENES OF DOMINATION AND PUNISHMENT. AS SUCH IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS OR THOSE COUNTRIES WHERE SUCH MATERIAL IS ILLEGAL. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS BOOK IF YOU MAY BE SHOCKED OR OFFENDED BY EXPLICIT MATERIAL.

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THE LONG HALF-TERM

THE HIGH SECURITY WING

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The Long Half-Term. It’s 1965 and young Robert Unsworth needs to get through the entrance examination for officers’ college in order to join the army. His family have paid for extra tuition during the half-term holidays, to ensure he keeps up the family tradition of serving as an officer. Unfortunately Robert is one of those lazy youths who lacks self-discipline and motivation. His family have turned to Tasmin Hunnicutt, Robert’s housemistress and a stickler for firm discipline. His parents have given her carte blanche to achieve the necessary result, and Tasmin knows exactly what Robert needs. It will be startlingly effective, and will provide her with hours of endless enjoyment. There is nothing Tasmin Hunnicutt enjoys more than inflicting physical discipline on the deserving bottoms of recalcitrant boys. He will also have to be encouraged to run the cross-country course by young ladies on horseback. It would appear the cane is going to be very busy this half-term, and Miss Hunnicutt has another painful surprise in store for young Unsworth in the form of a thick rubber punishment strap…

The High Security Wing is a special building set apart from the rest of the prison. Its high steel mesh fences are screened by tall evergreens and are patrolled by armed guards with dogs. The shadowy regime that operates within is rumoured to be above the law. The wing exists to interrogate those prisoners who are a security risk and from whom information must be obtained. The methods used are rumoured to be a mixture of the brutal and the insidiously sophisticated. The whole operation is run by a shadowy figure known only as the governess who apparently not only gets her kicks from interrogation, but is completely without mercy or compassion. The system works well: the security services get their intelligence and the specially selected and recruited female staff get their kicks. The floggings and canings are beyond all endurance and can go on for days in the soundproofed and specially equipped interrogation rooms. The only rule is they mustn’t kill or maim the inmates, but anything else is fair game…

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THE LONG HALF-TERM

You are to remain in school over the half-term holiday, Unsworth, I assume your parents have informed you why?

"Yes, Miss Hunnicutt. I’m to have extra tuition, and attitude correction in order to pass for the army."

Very good, Unsworth. Your family are – quite properly – concerned that your lack of effort and application will prevent you joining your traditional family regiment in the normal manner. I have been tasked to ensure that you WILL succeed. Is that perfectly clear?

It is, Miss Hunnicutt, I understand perfectly.

"Very well. Your normal slipshod and devil-may-care attitude will not wash from now on. If there is no immediate improvement I shall have to take measures, Robert Unsworth. We will test your sang froid under the application of my cane."

Yes, miss. I’ll try, miss.

Yes, Unsworth, and you will succeed, or I’ll have the hide off you. Tasmin Hunnicutt let her blue eyes focus on the youth before her, watching his uncertainty grow as he dropped his gaze. Tasmin was quite aware of the boys in school who harboured a crush on her, and Robert Unsworth was among them. It would make it all the more interesting for her. Unsworth was fidgeting and her cool blue eyes hardened as she took in the jittery movements.

Stop that fidgeting right now. You are here to concentrate and improve both your output and your attitude. I feel it only fair to warn you that I have decided to apply a quite separate, additional punishment when required. The youth’s eyes were suddenly riveted to her curvy form, clad in its traditional burgundy twin-set. "The cane can be applied only so often before making physical damage, Unsworth. In your case this a serious shortcoming, so I have borrowed a rubber punishment strap from the governor of the Borstal at Mainham. She is called a Borstal Mistress apparently, but in any case is more severe than a cane and leaves no lasting marks. You have been warned."

Yes, Miss Hunnicutt.

I have also had a wooden flogging pony delivered to my study, which given the severity of the strap, we will use whenever I deem your efforts unworthy. There will be no breaking of position: you will be restrained for any punishments that accrue.

Robert Unsworth swallowed as he realised the implication: he had never been restrained for a punishment before. He was no stranger to the cane – Miss Hunnicutt – and the other teachers too – didn’t hesitate to award punishment, but it was always three, four or six strokes applied in the time-honoured way, with the culprit bent over a chair or desk. This was new and somehow sinister. It didn’t stop him watching the swaying figure of his housemistress as she walked to her desk, her stiletto heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. He felt his erection in his pants and blushed as he wriggled in what he thought was a concealed effort to control the beast. As Tasmin Hunnicutt turned she noted it and allowed herself a grim smile.

That also is something we must clamp down on, Unsworth. The boy burned crimson in his shame and she smiled sweetly at him, which seemed to make the problem worse. Wait for me outside my study. It seems I need to start by showing you what happens when you disobey me.

Yes, miss.

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The two telephone bells jangled; the harsh clattering reinforcing the message that it must be answered immediately. Linda Grealish, the school matron, lifted the receiver with a grimace. It was bad enough she must work the half-term break, but she also needed to keep an ear out for the phone, or so she’d been told. The Headmistress had been quite mysterious; simply saying that Linda would