Cordelia Spanked

By Cordelia Jones

Cordelia Jones.

A determined young woman with a very specific agenda. To be put over your knee, or bent over a desk, and get a good, hard, spanking.

Cordelia. Spanked.

Four delectably detailed short stories on the subject of delicious discipline in a selection of settings and outfits.

THE BIKINI
Desperate to escape the crowds on the beach, Cordelia charms her way into your luxury villa. Then confesses and demands to be disciplined.

THE BARMAID
Your favourite barmaid at your favourite bar, Cordelia makes you wait until after hours so you can be all alone while you teach her a lesson.

THE SECRETARY
Your secretary Cordelia has to go to extreme lengths to be put over your knee. When she finally does even her firm ass is put to the test.

THE SCHOOLGIRL
At a posh costume party Cordelia's dressed for a good spanking and so, she hopes, are you. But are you a schoolmaster, or a wizard? It probably won't matter...

ALSO AVAILABLE AS AN AUDIOBOOK

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: May 1, 2024

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE - THE BIKINI

CHAPTER TWO - THE BARMAID

CHAPTER THREE - THE SECRETARY

CHAPTER FOUR - THE SCHOOLGIRL

THE BIKINI

Hi. This is Cordelia.

And I'm bent across your knee.

In my little white bikini.

You're resting one hand on my, barely covered, tanned little ass, thinking about when I first approached you on the beach.

I knew who you were all along, of course. I knew you had the big villa, up overlooking the beach. And I hate my cramped hostel.

That's why my volleyball bounced on the sand and ended up right next to you.

And I walk over, strutting up to you in my favourite Gucci bikini.

The top's just a pair of triangles, clinging to my high, rounded tits, tied round my back and behind my neck, by some little thin spaghetti straps.

I stand there in front of you, letting you drink in the sight of me, hand on one hip, a short, gauzy sarong - white, to match my bikini - tied tight around my hips, showing off my long, tanned legs and my flat little belly.

I stare down at you like a sun goddess, lips pouting glossily below my sunglasses. Lots and lots of deep cleavage and bare, tanned skin on display, blonde hair loose and tousled by the wind.

Just like I practiced.

Before you know it you've suggested we go back to your villa. I knew you would.

As we're walking up the sand, I skip a few paces ahead of you, glance coyly at you over my shoulder, reach down to my hip and slowly pull at the knot of the little sarong, letting it fly loose.

Underneath, my bikini's nothing but a little white triangle at the small of my back, thin straps tight around my waist, exposing my twitching backside.

Your dick starts to throb as you feast your eyes on my tight little ass, smooth and swaying ever