“Mrs Bradshaw says you are to amuse yourself this afternoon until she is ready for you. She sent these books up for you.”
Suzie put them on the bed, picked up the tray and left. Idly Emma began flicking through the half dozen volumes. There was part I of A N Roquelaure’s Beauty trilogy, which she had already read at Master’s instigation. There were a couple of volumes of Victorian pornography, one about a brothel which specialised in providing submissives for wealthy gentlemen to beat, another about a servant girl who rises to a high social position by offering her pretty bottom to a succession of influential male sadists. It was called A Top Bottom. Another book was a more recent volume, published by a press called Pink Flamingo. Titled Under My Thumb, and with a cover which showed a nak
