Yes Ma’am by Kay Jaybee Has a New Look! (@kay_jaybee)
Yes Ma’am- Lying in Wait…
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A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma’am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.
Black – He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to…
Dear Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret…
“Don’t You Emma” – Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult…
Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected…
Rachel’s Twisted Tale – Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits…
I happen to know that Lucy, my lovely host today, is rather found of the remaining story from Yes Ma’am, so not only will I share it’s blurb with you, but a nice tasty extract…
Lying in Wait – Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…
Lying In Wait
Surely they must be close. The quiet that hung in the air around him had passed beyond uncomfortable, and was fast heading towards eerie.
He had already swept the whole house. The pulse in Cadet Luke Porter’s neck galloped as he contemplated the reaction he’d get from the other squaddies if he screwed up yet another exercise. They teased him enough as it was.
Two o’clock in the morning, shrouded in the gloom and shadows of the night, the new recruit’s task was to crawl through the replica semi-detached house, without falling or being discovered by the “enemy” and rescue the “victim” lying wounded within. In this case, the enemy consisted of two more experienced cadets and the victim was his corporal, who had been left to “finish this damn seek and rescue exercise off” by the sergeant in charge, who’d definitely had a bee in her bonnet about something before she’d pissed off with all the other new recruits.
Luke strained his ears for any sound or movement. He hadn’t expected the dark to feel so oppressive. Despite the heavy pack he carried, his helmet, and the uniform in which he was dressed, the chill of the place make Luke shiver. It was best not to think that he was one of only four people stuck in this deserted replica town bang in the middle of Salisbury Plain. The fact that the whole thing was only an exercise and nothing life-threatening could really happen didn’t stop the adrenalin pumping through his body.
Risking a glance at his watch, Luke saw he only had four minutes to find the corporal and get outside. Exhaling slowly, he pushed himself away from the wall and felt for the doorway.
Calling out wasn’t an option in case the pseudo-enemy heard, so he studied the shadows carefully as he edged into the next room. Still nothing. This was strange, he had been in this room before; he’d looked around all the furniture and, even through the criss-cross of shadows, he should have been able to spot anyone easily.
Retreating, Luke headed to the hallway and crept down the stairs, concentrating hard on not making them squeak. His head throbbed, and he was aware of a patina of sweat spreading across his palms and down his neck.
A swift double-check of the kitchen and dining area produced nothing, and there was no one tucked behind the door in the downstairs bathroom. That only left the living room, and he’d been in there twice already.
‘Where the fuck have you been?’
The hazy outline of a woman sprawled on the sofa in the centre of the room was immediately obvious. ‘What!’ Luke’s face flushed with angry embarrassment. He’d checked this room. ‘You weren’t here before.’
Without wasting his breath complaining about being tricked by his “helpless” victim who’d obviously been dodging around to avoid him, Luke pulled at the wrists of Corporal Phelps so he could haul her towards the front door.
The woman however, resisted all attempts to be moved.
Doing his best to rein in his temper, Luke hissed between clenched teeth, ‘Corporal, I’ve got seconds to get you out. Now come on!’
‘I don’t think so, Lukey Baby.’
He’d long since given up reacting to the use of his hated nickname. As the youngest of the new recruits, he’d learnt to live with it. ‘You know I have to get this exercise right, now just fucking well get up!’
Grinning up at him, blatantly enjoying his cracking temper, fiddling with a stray black hair that had escaped from her ponytail, she spoke with annoying calm, ‘That’s not a very nice way to ask for help, Lukey. How about saying please?’
‘Corporal, I need you to come outside with me – please.’ Making a lunge at her waist, he picked Phelps up and threw her over his shoulder.
Corporal Phelps called out as she was hoisted into a fireman’s lift, ‘Hey girls! Do you see this? Lukey Baby is much stronger than he looks.’
Out of the gloom the two cadets who should have been acting as Luke’s “enemy” appeared before him.
Luke’s mouth opened to ask them what on earth they were playing at, but before a single word left his mouth Phelps had placed her hands over his groin and squeezed his dick hard. ‘Nice. It seems baby Lukey might not be quite so lickle ickle after all.’
Without stopping to think, and trying to ignore his body’s reaction to the Corporal’s groping, Luke threw Phelps off his shoulder, onto the sofa. Dumping his heavy pack, and pulling off the helmet, he looked from one woman to the other. Despite the dark it was easy to see that they were all smirking at him.
Refusing to give them the satisfaction of him shouting, Luke managed to control his anger. ‘Well done!’ You’ve managed to mess up my last chance. My last chance to get one of these bloody exercises right. Well ha-ha. If you wanted to get me thrown out, then you’re doing a great job!’
Completely indifferent to his words, still sprawled on the sofa where he’d dropped her, Phelps lifted herself up onto her elbows, her ankles swinging playfully in the air behind her. ‘We just wanted to see if it was true.’
‘To see if what was true?’
It was the redhead who Luke knew as Cadet Richards who replied, ‘To see if you’re all grown up.’
A new layer of perspiration prickled his forehead as the meaning of what she was saying sank in.
The third girl, Carter, stepped closer and took hold of both of his hands. Her skin was soft and cold, ‘You can forgive our curiosity surely?’ She used no force to ease his arms towards her and her tone was so reassuring that for a split second Luke thought she was about to apologise for their behaviour and end this charade.
In that instant, the full force of his naivety hit him. Leaping from the sofa, Phelps and Carter stripped Luke’s camouflage jacket from his back and yanked his T-shirt from his arms and head with an expertise that convinced him they’d worked together in this way before.
As Phelps held his wrists securely behind him, Richards came directly in front of Luke with eyes blazing like points of fire in the gloom. Shocked, Luke knew she was defying him to move as her fingers came to his black belt, and made short work of undoing it. ‘Let’s see just how big a boy you are…’
To find out what happens to Luke next you can buy Yes Ma’am from Amazon and all good e-retailers…
Many thanks for inviting me over today Lucy!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.
Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk