On London's Great Portland Street, there is a row of gloomy mansions that have not changed appreciably in the last century. There blossomed the romance of Michael Lovel and Jane Marwood. It was a story so bizarre in its beginnings, so fraught with suffering in its outcome, that the old house, which witnessed its birth and infancy, might well look melancholy...
This story contains aspects of female domination and male humiliation. If you're not one of those (Grown up) boys who would like to have their little bottoms bared and spanked, I advice you NOT to read it. If you want me to continue with the story, please leave a lovely little comment, and rate it generously. All characters are over 18. ----------------...
Special thanks to Jane Marwood who helped edit the text. All characters are over 18. -------------------------------------------------- The cool porcelain tiles send shivers up through Michael's spine as he stepped into the bathroom. He was met by a feminine perfumed scent that for some reason made him feel even more vulnerable, subjugated as he was at...
This work was inspired by the delicious stories of LitEro author jane marwood. Apologies in advance for any words lifted to best describe the scene. In the words of one of her characters: "Your physical manipulation has been exemplary and diligent." Nicely done, Jane. ***** Edward stood before the seated girl. He stood naked, with legs widely parted; hands...
Nick Jordan was twenty two years old and was turning into a very nice young man when he arrived back from university to live at home with his parents. He had already been accepted for a job at an oil company that bought oil from oil producing countries and distributed it to users throughout the UK and Europe. He had studied Chemistry at Queen Mary Univers...
The car drove through the huge front gates to London Girls College, parking itself in front of a large brick building with a triangular metal roof. Large blue metal letters above the big wooden doors spelled out "The Jane Marwood Hall". Above the letters was a large dark blue insignia with white letters on it reading "LGC". "Paul," spoke the voice of Miss S...
Introduction - Author's notes about "The Wanderings of Amy" and other erotic discipline fiction The "Wanderings of Amy" was my first effort to write fiction of any sort. I had prior experience writing works of non-fiction, journalism, and academic research. However, I had always wanted to write fiction and have had ideas for a couple of political novels for...
The sun had risen over London, birds were excitedly chirping as many people started their daily commute. It was Wednesday the sixth of September, the summer holidays were over. As the bright rays of sunlight kissed the glistening windows of London Girls' College for the first time that day, Paul Edwards was already wide awake. He had been, quite rudely, awo...
While aimlessly wandering around the front of the Jane Marwood Hall, Paul was approached from behind by a short, thin girl with jet black hair and her taller brunette acquaintance. He was brought to his knees and his hands that were previously covering his genitals were parted away so that his insipid manhood was exposed to them. He nervously looked up at t...
Cal looked across at the monitor, watching the multi-dimensional picture flick into life as his eyes rested upon the open space above the gleaming white Manumite table. Rob 1 and 4 still playing up on their 'go-slow', he thought as he stood upright and emptied the flask in one gulp. He watched the robotics as they churned out length after length of perfect...