All six books in Davina Lee's best-selling series, Miss Baxter's Girls. Hilary Baxter is a retired dominatrix who runs a boarding house for young women. Equal parts loving mother and strict disciplinarian, her hope is to help each of her boarders live up to her full potential. Contains the stories:
Book 1: Julie the Pianist: When new boarder Julie falls for Miss Baxter’s sexy assistant, Anise, it’s lust at first sight. And when Anise’s shirt rides up, exposing her bruises, Julie enters another world where she learns that not everything that hurts is necessarily bad.
Book 2: Anise the Snowboarder: When her first boarder, Anise, turns out to be a bit of a handful, Miss Baxter finds herself falling back on old techniques to keep Anise on the straight and narrow. The two mix like oil and water. Harsh words are spoken, apologies are made, and a new special therapy regime is agreed upon.
Book 3: Chef Margo: Her new chef, Margo, quickly develops a serious crush on Miss Baxter’s assistant, the sexy snowboarder Anise Dale. While the two are getting up to all sorts of kinky fun, Margo gets a job offer from a famous restaurant in a city far away. Will great sex enough to keep to women with career aspirations together?
Book 4: Maimoona the Gift: Young Maimoona appears, insisting she’s a gift sent by Miss Baxter’s former lover. Ever the thoughtful matchmaker, Miss Baxter pairs Moona with Jessica, another of her boarders. It’s lust at first sight, and things get even hotter as Moona confesses her alien abduction fantasy, in this tender and kinky story that will leave you breathless.
Book 5: Hilary the Au Pair: The year is 1982. Young Hilary Baxter is an au pair in a far away land, looking after Hasiba, an exotic and attractive woman, nearly her own age. It’s an easy assignment, until Hasiba proves to be a handful. Hilary proposes a strict system of rules and punishments to correct the situation, but will Hasiba agree to Hilary’s terms? And will Hilary’s growing feelings for Hasiba spoil the dynamic?
Book 6: Hasiba the Lost Love: When the mother of one of her boarders comes to town for a visit, Miss Baxter seems not quite her usual self. Picking up on the dynamic, two of her boarders decide to put the situation right. A little late night eves dropping, with a swat and a moan, lets them know they’ve done their job.
EXCERPT FROM "Julie the Pianist"
Miss Baxter lifted the end of the crop, and I followed it with my eyes as she rested it on her shoulder again. “Are you ready to come for Anise, Julie?”
“Yes, Miss Baxter,” I heaved. I didn’t even hesitate. The embarrassment of doing this in front of an audience -- the thoughts that I had found so debilitating earlier -- didn’t even factor in now. It was all very simple. I needed to come. For Anise.
“You’d better ask Anise if it’s permitted.”
What? Ask her if I can come? My God, she’d better say yes. I’m really in a state here. What if she says no? Then what?
I raised my eyes to Anise. “Anise, may I come, please?”
I silently pleaded while I chewed my lip and waited for her to answer, but I kept rubbing at the same pace. Anise seemed to be taking her sweet time about it, like she was amused by my predicament. Or maybe it seemed worse because my need was so great, I don’t really know.
“Julie, my dear, will you be needing any help from me?”
“Yes, Miss Baxter. Harder, please.”
There, I’d done it. Just like Anise had told me I would, I was asking Miss Baxter to slap me with the crop.
“Have you been a bad girl, Julie? Having naughty thoughts about Anise?”
“Yes, Miss Baxter.”
Crack!
And just like Anise said, it wasn’t a bad hurt, it was a good hurt. I relished the crop and the stinging warmth it brought to my skin. Because each bite of the leather pushed me that much closer to release.
Crack!
I concentrated on Anise’s eyes. I was done with counting freckles, as if that got me anywhere anyway. I rubbed harder, faster. “Oh, Anise, I think I’m going to ...”
“Do it, Julie,” Anise whispered. “Come for me.”
Crack!
“Oh, gawd ...” My knees were shaking, my head was swimming, and if I hadn’t been lying down, I would have probably passed out.
Anise pressed her lips to mine just seconds before Miss Baxter laid that crop across the inside of my thigh one final time. I think I must have screamed into Anise’s mouth, because I didn’t hear much sound at all as I felt a warm gushing between my legs and my entire body spasmed with pleasure.
When she released me, I looked into her eyes and smiled. “Did you like it?” I said.
Anise leaned down to give me a little peck on the nose that told me everything I needed to know.
“How do you feel?” Miss Baxter asked.
“Mmm, so good.” I paused. “Sorry. I mean, so good, Miss Baxter.”
That was the second time I saw an unbridled smile cross Miss Baxter’s face. Not just upturned corners, but a full glowing smile, twinkling eyes and everything.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you have any questions? Anything you’d like to change for next time?”
I replayed the events of the past hour? Two hours? How long it had been that I was lying on this table I really didn’t know. I felt a little bit disoriented, like my head wasn’t quite attached to my body, but calm and happy.
I shook my head slowly.
Miss Baxter laid a finger on my cheek, and I turned to rub against her. “You might feel a little woozy for a while,” she said, “and that’s okay. I’ll leave you in Anise’s capable hands to take all the time you need.”
“Thank you, Miss Baxter.”
“You’re very welcome, Julie. And please consider your piano practicing for this afternoon as optional.” She strode out of the room, closing the door behind her.
