About the author:
Charlotte Roberts is an English teacher and writer from Bristol in the UK.
What inspired you to write your book?
To share my deepest, darkest fantasies with my dear readers.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Harriet’s expression remained stern and immovable.
“Honestly, I’ll do anything just please don’t tell on me. I’ve been in trouble before, see. If you tell on me, that’ll be it for me. I’ll be finished.” He looked at her with an anguished expression. “Please, miss. I’ll do anything.”
“You’ll do anything?” said Harriet. “What, like some building work?”
“Yeah, sure. Anything.”
“Well, too bad, ‘cos I don’t want any building work,” said Harriet, mercilessly.
“Something else, then. Anything.”
The boy was in earnest, and Harriet suddenly had a naughty thought. She made a big show of deliberating, and then said, “Well, maybe I won’t call the cops after all. But you’ll have to do exactly as I say.”
The lad seemed relieved. “Definitely. Anything you say.”
“You understand that when I say ‘anything’, I mean you will be my slave and obey me unquestioningly.”
Blondy seemed slightly taken aback.
“Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to cut your wrists or anything like that. Now, do you agree?”
Now it was Blondy’s turn to consider. “So I have to be your slave? How long for?”
“One hour,” said Harriet, looking at the clock on the bedside table. “At twenty past six, you’ll be free to go.”
Blondy looked at the clock too, then back at Harriet. He seemed to survey her for a few moments, then agreed. “All right.”
“Follow me,” said Harriet.
He followed her down the stairs and out the back door into the garden. It was a balmy summer evening, the sun still shining warmly in a blue sky and swallows darting through the air above them.
She stood in the centre of the lawn and turned to face him. “Take off your T-shirt,” she said.