There is a specific kind of courage in writing yourself into your own fantasy. Not a character inspired by you, not a narrator who shares your initials, but you, your name on the cover and your name on the desk and your bottom across the knee of the man you have been thinking about since the first lecture of your first year.
Mandy Grant has written herself into this story completely. The university is real, the office is real, the professor with grey at his temples and the kind of authority that produces in a twenty-year-old girl a specific and inconvenient response is real in the way that the most important fantasies are always real, lived in and revisited and refined across the years until every detail is exactly as it should be.
Mandy is a good girl. Straight As, debate club president, editor of the university paper. It is precisely her goodness that makes her want what she wants, the specific relief of someone else being in charge, the sharp and clarifying sting of a hand she has been imagining for two years. She fails the paper deliberately. She locks the office door when he asks her to. She goes over his knee knowing exactly what she is there for.
The fantasy takes a turn she did not entirely plan when Eleanor Carter, composed and formidable and in possession of her own very clear assessment of what is happening in her husband’s office, becomes part of the story. She is the dark, unexpected turn that every good fantasy reserves the right to take.
This is a short, explicit, and deeply personal book. It was written the way the best spanking fiction is always written, from the inside of the desire, by someone who has been living there for a long time and who is, at last, no longer apologising for it.
This book contains explicit M/F and F/F erotic spanking, bare bottom correction, hand spanking, academic authority dynamics, full nudity, and graphic sexual content between consenting adults.
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