Discipline: Book One of the 50 Shades of Surrender Series by Penny James

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About the author:

Penny James is in her forties and lives in London, UK. She is the author of Erotic Romance series: Discipline #1. A contented woman. An excited writer. A devoked Sub in the Bedroom, if not in the outside world!

What inspired you to write your book?

As an author of mainstream Mystery fiction (Penny James is a pseudonym), I’ve read so many erotic books that almost excited me. I wanted more, so I decided to write them myself

Here is a short sample from the book:

Roxy arrived back, shaking her out of her thoughts.
Roxy said: “Got any questions?”
Abi certainly did. She decided to start at the beginning: “How did you get into being a sub in the first place?” She said.
“My Mom and I lived alone in the Ironbound district of Newark, New Jersey,” said Roxy. “It wasn’t pretty place to grow up. Ha! Far from it. I don’t know who my father is, he walked out one day when I was still a baby. Anyway, my Mom had a series of boyfriends, one of them, Bob, lasted longer than most…
“One hot summer Sunday afternoon, he was upstairs, fucking my Mom. I was messing around in the trunk of his Ford Taurus, when I stumbled across an interesting little suitcase. It was full of magazines and all kinds of weird shit. Handcuffs, cable-ties, blindfolds, gags, vibrators, and funny little paddles. At first I thought he might have been a cop, but then I remembered he worked in the hardware store. I flicked through one of the magazines and it slowly started to slot into place.”
“What was in it?” Asked Abi, hoping for some juicy details. She was starting to feel just a little bit horny. It must be the daiquiris, she thought.
“Fetish porn. Mostly spanking and corporal punishment. It’d look pretty tame now, but at the time it blew my little socks off. I was fifteen or sixteen, and I’d been kissed all right, but not a lot more. A fumble in the back of a jock’s pick-up truck was about the limit of it. That stuff was something else, man.”
She took a sip of her drink before continuing: “I can remember one photo-strip to this day. A plump woman who looked Mexican but might not have been was bound with ropes and tied to a pole. Two men came along and, despite her none too convincing efforts to make them stop, they spanked her with the same kind of paddles that were in the box. Then they had their ‘evil way’ with her. Sometimes I still masturbate thinking of what they did to that woman, wishing it was me.”
“Do you think Bob tied up your Mom and, er… stuff?” Abi asked, becoming more aware of the tingling between her legs.
“I guess he did. She certainly screamed a lot when he was around.”
“Did he ever try anything with you?” Abi asked.
Roxy laughed. “Bob? No, but I kept borrowing magazines out of his case and masturbating to them. It really got my juices going I can tell you. My hormones were all over the place at the time, and it was like lighting a fuse. I was really disappointed when Bob left my Mom and ran off with the head librarian’s wife, but that’s a whole different story. My Mom never really got over Bob leaving. Her sex life took a nose dive the first Sunday he never showed. It was a while before she got her mojo back, and found a new boyfriend.”
“How romantic,” Abi said, and they both laughed. Abi finished off the strawberry daiquiri, slurping the last drops through her straw, before saying: “So, how did you get into it for real? What was your first personal experience?”
Roxy leaned over and squeezed Abi’s arm. Putting on a Scarlett O’Hara style Southern Belle voice, she said: “Does it turn you on, Abigail? Is your little English pussy getting wet hearing about this All-American sexual depravity?”
“Yes,” said Abi truthfully. “Now, come on… spill the beans…”
“OK. I was eighteen, and he was a cop. State Police.”
“Wow. So, how do you go about being sexually dominated by a cop?”
“Easy, really,” Roxy laughed. “I already knew that bondage and submission was what turned me on, and I guess I hoped that every boy I dated at high school would flip me over, and spank my juicy little butt.”
“Did any of them do it?” Asked Abi, hoping the answer was going to be yes.
“Of course not. I always steered towards the more dominant guys, but they were still kids, don’t forget. All they wanted was straight sex, wham-bam style. It was a big disappointment to me, I can tell you. The sexual fumbling my school friends boasted about seemed so juvenile and so tame to me, even back then. My friends were all dreaming of going to the prom, getting married and stuff like that. I fantasized about being tied up, spanked and having a big, pulsating dick thrust into my mouth!”
Roxy smiled ruefully, before crossing her legs and continuing: “Of course I couldn’t do any more than hint. You know what it’s like when you’re a teenager. Especially back then. The slightest mistake and you’re branded a slut or frigid. Or, in my case, a slut and a pervert. Then I found Aron. Or rather Aron found me.”
“The cop?” Abi said. Roxy nodded. Abi asked: “You said you were eighteen. How old was he?”
“I never did ask. I suppose he was in his late-twenties. Maybe a little older. Anyway, I was speeding on the Garden State Parkway down around Middle Township, and he pulled me over. As I saw him swagger towards me in the mirror, I kinda got excited. He looked so mean in his wraparound shades and so cool at the same time.”
“How did you know he was into domination?”
“I didn’t, but he was a cop, and that’s all part of the same territory in fantasy-land. I had a funny feeling… the way he looked at me when he appeared at my car window. I was already turned on and as horny as only an eighteen-year old can be. Anyway, he pulled me over. I was wearing shorts and a tank-top. It was hot. The middle of August. He kind of stood there and looked down at me through his cop shades. I couldn’t tell where his eyes were resting: on my face, my legs, my tits, or where.”
“What did he say?” Abi asked, getting more turned on with every word.
“At first it was just the usual cop stuff, asking for my driving license and registration. It was me who moved it on by saying: ‘Is there any way we can settle this without a ticket, officer?’ I was getting so hot for him, I was practically dripping.”
“What happened then?”
“I asked if he’d like to put the cuffs on me and get into the backseat. In his stern cop voice, he told me to pull over into a side road. Just like that. No indication of what he was thinking. I drove on a bit further and pulled into a lane leading to some kind of office building complex. Being Sunday, there was no other traffic going up there. He followed me in his cruiser. I pulled over in the entrance to some field and got out.
“There I was in my tight denim shorts, low cut top and dripping sex. I just stood there. When he approached me, I held my hands behind my back. He didn’t say anything as he cuffed me, but I could see a very promising bulge in his pants.
“As he put the cuffs on, he pushed his bulge into my ass. Then, once I was secure, he put his hands between my legs and squeezed hard. I thought he was going to get rough and dirty then and there, but he took his hand away, sniffed his fingers, smiled a dirty smile and pulled my top off.”
“Wow,” Abi said.
“Yeah. I was wearing some kind of little sports bra, and he had that off me in a second. Now, I don’t like to boast, but my boobs are one of my best features. Not enormous, but a good size and firm. Back then they were spectacular and they’d barely been touched by human hands. Most of the boys I dated were pretty eager to get to the ‘main course’, but this cop, he had more style.
“He took my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he squeezed. Remember that my hands were cuffed behind my back and I was helpless. I could have kneed him in the balls I suppose, but I really didn’t want to. I was enjoying what he was doing way too much.”
A loud male voice said: “Here you go, ladies. On the house.” Abi and Roxy jumped a mile into the air as Mel/Brendan plonked two fresh strawberry daiquiris down in front of them and took away the empties. They looked at each other and had a little giggle before calling out their thanks to his retreating back.
“How much of that do you think he overheard?” Said Abi.
“Probably just enough to brighten up his day,” Roxy replied with a smile.
“Carry on,” Abi said. “I need to know more!”
“Well, that cop, he squeezed each nipple in turn. Hard. He knew what he was doing because the pain was exquisite and excruciating at the same time. It’s so hard to describe the feelings when you hand over control of your body to someone else for the first time. Let them take over the reigns. I’ve done it a thousand times since, and when it’s happening, I feel at peace and excited at the same time. I come alive.
“But that was my first time as a Sub. Even now, I remember the feel of those cuffs as they scraped on my skin. They were real cop cuffs. The metal was hard and cold, and they chafed, made me bleed a little, but I didn’t care. When he first put them on, for a split second I felt terror. I was suddenly helpless again, like a baby. I couldn’t move my hands, but… then just as suddenly I experienced this overwhelming sense of relaxation. This is what I feel when a man has taken control of me, control of my body, instructing me on what to do. I didn’t realize it at the time, but Aron was one of the best I’ve ever had. He was a class act.”
“What did he do next?” Abi asked.
“He took control. He touched me, teased and turned me on so much I was soon begging him to fuck me.”
“And did he?” Abi said, pretty sure what the answer was going to be.
“Not then,” Roxy replied, to Abi’s surprise. “It took three more sessions before he fucked me in that way.”
“In that way?” Abi said. “How many other ways are there?”
Roxy laughed a sexy little laugh and touched Abi’s arm. “Abi, you have so much to learn. There are hundreds of ways of being fucked. I don’t suppose you’ve experienced more than a handful, have you?”
“If I’m being honest,” Abi said, “barely one!” She didn’t know why she’d said that, but it was true. Abigail’s sex life left a lot to be desired. One and a half boyfriends and… But let’s not get into that just yet.
“Aron was my first really good lover,” Roxy continued. “I was very lucky. He was a right bastard as a man, but you kind of get to expect that.”
“Have you had many lovers?” Abi asked.