Jennifer's Pleats and Pleas 3: Trying to be a good girl

Maddie Levine is her Headmaster's receptionist, secretary and slavegirl. She chose that last role for herself. She would. As slavegirls go, she's good at getting her own way.

Beautiful young Jennifer Perch discovers that she needs discipline to improve her schoolwork, and to satisfy her own emotional needs and desires. In this book Jennifer explores the humiliation of submitting to her Headmaster while his secretary watches. She learns more about her own submissive nature, and her submission is again rewarded with loving and orgasmic sweetness. 

Jennifer is on a long, painful, pleasurable journey - at her choice - to learning complete submission. 

"This is a-grade erotica in a traditional style and setting, but told by an author with an eye for the telling erotic detail. And character details. These are three-dimensional people. I loved it!"  – V. Sevigne, reviewer.

From Jennifer's Pleats and Pleas 3: Trying to be a good girl

I smiled down at her, and cupped her face fondly. "You've been a good, brave girl, so far."

This time she heard it. "So far?"

"Yes, little Jennifer. You're at the halfway point. I want this to be a body memory for you."

"Oh, sir. My body will certainly remember this!" A flash of humor. She'd already recovered a little.

"Yes. But my work isn't done yet, pretty girl. And I'm afraid nor is your lesson."

"Oh, sir. I really hurt!"

I handed her a handful of tissues. "Blow your nose now, Jennifer. And dry your eyes." She took the tissues gratefully and honked into them as decorously as she could. "Good girl!" I said when she finished. I took them from her and tossed them into the bin behind my desk.

She looked up at me, waiting to be told what to do. She'd noticed the state I was in. She hoped, I think, that my next order might involve something uncomplicatedly pleasurable. I suppose heard from other girls talk about the sort of things that "sirs" might want. If pleasure, for both of us, had been my order I knew she'd have obeyed with relief. But it was still too soon for that.

I said, "Get up now, little one. Stand in the corner, nose pressed to the wall. Put your hands on your head."

"Sir." She got to her feet and walked to the corner. She stood there, red bottom and thighs arched out a little, nipples and nose pressed to the wall.

Will Jennifer learn humility? Or find joy in mild humiliation? To find out, get your copy of:

Jennifer's Pleats and Pleas 3: Trying to be a Good Girl