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Miss Baxter's Girls Book 1: Julie the Pianist
Miss Baxter's Girls Book 1: Julie the Pianist
Miss Baxter's Girls Book 1: Julie the Pianist
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Miss Baxter's Girls Book 1: Julie the Pianist

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Hilary Baxter is a retired dominatrix who runs a boarding house for young women. Equal parts loving mother and strict disciplinarian, her hope is to help each of her boarders live up to her full potential.

New boarder Julie quickly discovers Miss Baxter’s demanding disposition, as well as her sexy assistant Anise. It’s lust at first sight for Julie, but things take a kinky turn when Anise’s shirt rides up and Julie notices a strangely regular pattern of bruising.

With Anise’s guidance, Julie discovers not all hurts are bad hurts, and eventually finds herself entering Miss Baxter’s “extra-curricular room” for some formal education.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateMay 25, 2019
ISBN9781634869881
Miss Baxter's Girls Book 1: Julie the Pianist

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    Miss Baxter's Girls Book 1 - Davina Lee

    Miss Baxter’s Girls: Julie the Pianist

    By Davina Lee

    Published by JMS Books LLC

    Visit jms-books.com for more information.

    Copyright 2018 Davina Lee

    ISBN 9781634869881

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Published in the United States of America.

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    Miss Baxter’s Girls: Julie the Pianist

    By Davina Lee

    I’m lying supine on the massage table again. This time there’s a sheet between me and its vinyl-clad surface—to keep my bare flesh from sticking, I suppose.

    Are you ready, Julie?

    I raise my gaze to her, this amazing woman who has opened my eyes to so many things, challenged me in so many ways in the year since my arrival. Yes, Miss Baxter.

    Before we begin, Julie, I’d like you to tell me your safe word one more time, please.

    Yes, Miss Baxter. It’s peaches.

    Ah, peaches. Miss Baxter reaches out to cup my cheek in her hand. Fitting. Juicy and ripe. And so very sweet.

    I smile and turn my head just a bit to more easily rub against the tender warmth of her fingers. Yes, Miss Baxter, that’s what you always say.

    I watch the corners of Miss Baxter’s mouth turn down ever so slightly. The change was almost imperceptible, and probably would have been overlooked by most people, but this was not my first session with Miss Baxter. I knew I had done something wrong. I was still searching my mind as to what it might be when I felt the familiar leather of the riding crop lightly touching the inside of my bare thigh.

    I don’t recall asking you a question, Julie.

    I almost say No, Miss Baxter, but stop myself when I realize that she still hasn’t asked me a question—that she was just testing me again. Instead, I hold my lower lip between my teeth and shiver as I feel the crop sliding slowly over my tender skin.

    There would be a price to pay for

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