Soft Curves and Firm Discipline: A BBW BDSM Bundle (BBW, BDSM, Spanking)

Soft Curves and Firm Discipline contains three BBW BDSM-themed stories of intense eroticism, dominance and submission, discipline, spanking, and humiliation in all forms.

His Soft Toy

As much as her master appreciates Victoria's soft, curvy, submissive body, her behavior can leave something to be desired. On a morning when she oversleeps and goes to him later than expected, his interrogation reveals that she often touches herself after their sessions together when he has not allowed her release. Her disobedience, her master informs her, reveals not only that she does not understand what it is to obey, but that she does not understand the great pleasure and gratitude that lie within true submission. But lest she worry, he is here to instruct her.

Old Lovers, New Rules

After a series of relationships sabotaged by her own controlling ways, Regina returns to the man she remembers being happiest with, only to find him changed. Connor has learned a lot about himself and about the world since they were last together, and if she wants to be with him now, she will be the one to surrender control. A fulfilling and charged relationship may await, but only after Connor has made her suffer for her past transgressions and made it very, very clear who is the dominant and who is the submissive.

Trying to Be His

Melissa has been meeting her dom irregularly for the better part of 3 months. She has never experienced anything as powerful, fulfilling, or seductive as her submission to the mysterious Mr. A. But their meetings are sporadic and she is desperate for more. Tormented by needs she never knew she had and which only he can satisfy, she searches the nearby residential areas until she glimpses him through an open window. She approaches the house, prepared to beg for more, only to uncover an unwelcome surprise and reap the penalties and pleasures of her disobedient arrival.


Excerpt:

"Now," he said. "Look in the mirror."

I turned and saw myself, pale and feeling a little overripe as I stood with nothing but shoes on in this strange building and in this strange room. My face was flushed and even across the room I could see the erectness of my nipples. Next to the strong masculine uprightness of Connor's body, my own curved shape seemed so obviously that of a woman's, so profoundly sexual in its broad silhouette, that I found myself inexplicably embarrassed. It was not an unpleasant embarrassment, however. I didn't entirely understand why, but it was incredibly arousing to see myself naked, soft, and vulnerable beside this man, handsome and powerful and well-clothed.

"This is your uniform," he explained. "When you are in this room, this is how I expect you to present yourself. You are to be available to me in whatever way I deem necessary, whether for punishment or satisfaction or reward. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said quietly.

"Good. Then go and bring me that chair against the wall."

I turned and noticed for the first time a grey folding chair propped against the wall. I went and brought it to him. The metal was cool against my fingers and my hip as I carried it.

"Set it here," he instructed, indicating directly in front of him.

I unfolded it and set it on the ground. He took a seat in it.

"Now lie on my lap, here."

I regarded him nervously, but when I hesitated his eyes rose to meet mine, coolly expectant. I took in a shallow breath and then bent over and lowered myself awkwardly over his knees. My stiff nipples brushed over the soft cloth of his pants and I rested my palms against the floor in front of my face. The soft front of my body conformed to his densely muscled legs and my ass was pushed high in the air by the posture, becoming the most prominent part of my body. My hair fell forward and over my face, and my toes rested against the floor on his other side.