Let the Caning Begin!

By Matt Nicholson and Jon Hayworth

Looking for a way to draw a larger crowd to their posh BDSM club, Raven and Caleb decide to mix the festival of Saturnalia with their yuletide cheer. Since the ancient festival celebrates role reversal -- with slaves becoming masters and masters becoming slaves -- this erotic celebration sounds right up their alley. Their plan is to let Mistress Raven be the main festival sacrifice, becoming the naked plaything to each of the club’s many submissives. Though she acts reluctant, letting her luscious body receive the same wickedly cruel punishment and sexual depravity to which she has treated theirs secretly excites her.
But a house packed even fuller than she expected makes her wonder if she can take her own medicine when it is being dished out by the several dozen slaves and subs who show up for the fun. Little does she know, the fun will take an even wilder turn when her own slave shows up with an eye for Raven’s breasts, and booze and bamboo canes for all.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme depictions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Dec 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463836330

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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Let the Caning Begin!

By Jon Hayworth and Matt Nicholson

Let the Caning Begin!

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2019 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Formerly published in much abbreviated form as

Io Saturnalia and Saturnalia.

Edited by Matt Nicholson

Cover image by Gleb_TV/123RF Stock Photos

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Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This work contains graphic language and depictions of sometimes extreme consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

We need to do something about Christmas.

Raven had brought up the topic several times before. This time, her irritated tone of voice suggested their lack of action was becoming an issue. She took her irritation out on her favorite slave by cracking a thick black and red paddle harder across the girl’s already beat-red and bruised bottom. When the tiny Eurasian woman let out a clipped whimper, her Mistress leaned forward on her elbows across a whipping stool. Raven’s heavy breasts swayed enticingly and her long, red hair hung like silken sheets toward the floor. She gestured for the slave to take a spot by her feet.

The smaller woman had just licked one gleaming thigh-high black boot to a shine. She patiently waited for her Mistress to give her the honor of doing the same to the other long leg -- or at least as patiently as anyone could wait while blinking tears from her eyes and letting her pussy and ass get cruelly spanked.

Raven watched Caleb, the Darker Dungeon Club’s Dungeon Master, take a long look at the dozens of deep red, D-shaped, pockmarks decorating the smaller woman’s breasts. Raven had stamped the marks into them with her spike heels before the licking and paddling started. She had paid extra attention to the hard, brown tips, now so well-crushed that their stiff nipples were an angry, swollen red, and a tiny speckles of crimson glistened in some of the deeper marks Raven had callously twisted into her tight areolas. She supposed the level of cruelty might have bothered some people, but they all knew Chloe would want it no other way. She always seemed her most excited the more vicious her Mistress became.

Caleb looked from the slave to Raven, his partner and co-owner of the club. As much as Chloe’s breasts were mouthwateringly tempting in their abused state, Raven knew it was her bigger, fuller tits that most caught his eye. Raven was two different people, almost as passionately masochistic behind the curtains as she was cruelly sadistic in front of them. But Caleb was the only one who really knew just how masochistic she could be. Even then, she seldom