The British Bondage Collection by J.A. Bailey

slapped her arse cheek, the sound reverberating around the room.
    “Oh,”
she cried out. Who was she kidding? No one could ever match up to Jonathan now.
She grinned mischievously. “I don’t know, I might need some convincing.”
    His
brows lifted and his eyes narrowed as he brought a hand down on her again.
“Well, Harriet, I can be very, very persuasive.”
    Harriet
giggled to herself as another harsh smack landed on her bottom. She wouldn’t
tell him quite yet that she was ready to give herself fully to him. Just a
little more persuading, she thought with a secretive smile.
    *********

Haunted by the Highlander
    The
mist curled off the loch, wrapping Inverrock Castle in a ghostly blanket.
Samantha peered out of the backseat window of the car and grimaced. With its
four grey towers, pointed turrets and dark stone walls, it looked every bit the
haunted castle. She glanced around at her three friends and wondered why she’d
agreed to this. They gaped up in awe at the keep as it sat on the edge of the
loch.
    Honestly,
who wanted to spend a weekend being scared? She folded her arms across her
chest and slumped back against the seat as Annie expertly navigated the winding
road towards the keep. Masking a yawn with the back of her hand, she sighed. A
nice relaxing weekend away was what she needed. Some pampering in a spa
perhaps. Then maybe she’d finally be able to sleep through the night.
    Lucy
grinned at her. “Isn’t it amazing, Sam? Looks sooo spooky.”
    “Yes,”
Samantha agreed. “So spooky.”
    “It
will be fun, Sam,” Annie said over her shoulder. “You need to lighten up and
this is the perfect opportunity.”
    “Oh
yes,” Samantha said drily, “nothing quite as fun as being scared to death.”
    Fran
turned around in her seat and eyed Samantha seriously. “Don’t be daft, there’s
no real ghosts. It will just be actors and stuff. You’re not really
scared, are you?”
    Samantha
squirmed in her seat. “Not really . I could just think of better things
to do than spend my weekend hunting for ghosts in the middle of Scotland.”
    “What
like moping around your flat and thinking of David?”
    Narrowing
her eyes at Fran, she pursed her lips. “I do not mope. And I don’t care about
David. I was the one that kicked him out, remember?”
    Fran
snorted and Samantha braced herself for it. As much as she loved her, you could
always count on Fran to be blunt.
    “Only
after he fucked up for the billionth time. You should have given him the boot
long ago, Sam.”
    “I
know, I know. It’s not David I miss anyway, it’s—”
    “The
sex!” Lucy piped up.
    “It
is not the sex! That was never any good to begin with.” Samantha blew out a
breath. Why exactly had she stayed with David for so long? It was hard to
remember now. “It’s going to bed in someone’s arms each night, all safe and
warm.”
    “Well,
maybe we’ll find you a sexy Scotsman to keep you warm,” Annie said as they
pulled into the empty carpark in front of the castle.
    She
sniffed to herself. It was unlikely she’d find anyone to match her tastes.
David had been appalled when she’d suggested trying new things. She’d tried to
entice him into giving her just a little spanking but he was having none of it.
Surely if you loved your partner, you’d be willing to give something a try?
Guess David had never loved her. Good job he was gone really. But it didn’t
help her desires. At one point, Samantha had even debated joining the local
BDSM club but she’d shrugged that idea off quickly. It was not a spanking from
a stranger that she wanted but one from a man she trusted and respected.
    Samantha
peered up at the gloomy windows. Even though it was only mid-afternoon, the sky
was as grey as the stone castle and it felt more like dusk. A shudder trickled
over her spine as she unclipped her belt and stepped out of the car.
    Meeting
Annie’s gaze with a raised brow as they all stopped and stared up at the great
stone monster, Samantha