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My new short story, ‘The Landlady’s Humil­i­a­tion is now avail­able on Ama­zon (UK and USA) Kindle. The story cen­tres on the inter­voven themes of humil­i­a­tion and sex­ual revenge. Set in the North­ern part of the UK, the story depicts a period in the life of Joanne Maxwell, a 43 year old pub land­lady, who left her hus­band and chil­dren to live with a much younger man, who quickly pro­ceeded to use and dump her. When she goes ‘crawl­ing’ back to her hus­band he makes her pay a very high price…

The bare bones of the story are true inso­far as I had knowl­edge of a sit­u­a­tion such as the one described between the land­lady, her hus­band and much younger lover. Around that sit­u­a­tion I have explored the themes of the com­pul­sive allure of sex­ual cru­elty, and the nature of humil­i­a­tion. I have depicted the abuse in extreme and graphic terms. If we are to fully com­pre­hend the bru­tal nature of beahviour which is not bal­anced by con­se­quences then we can­not shy away from what is an often vio­lent reality.

The extract below is the begin­ning of the story.

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Thurs­day night at the This­tle & Down, had always been lock-​in night. The night when the doors were bolted, the lights turned down, and just a few of the Landlord’s mates got to stay and drink and
chat after clos­ing time. They were cosy affairs, strictly by invi­ta­tion only. Inti­mate. Man stuff. Tonight the bar room was in almost total dark­ness, apart from the strip light behind the bar, the light that now encased the women. Show­ing her off like a spot-​lit animal.

Her name is Joanne. Joanne Maxwell. And she is the Landlord’s Wife. Have a good look; every­one else is. Benny won’t mind. He wants you to look….take your time…It’s what she’s for.

She stands bathed in the harsh light. Naked but for a pair of red panties and black stilet­tos, her face devoid of all expres­sion, eyes down­cast, no emo­tion; giv­ing noth­ing away. Like a mask. Her thick auburn hair is unkempt, mussed, and that bright red lip­stick smeared across her mouth; doesn’t she just look a slut? Doesn’t she just look a real bitch?

With every move­ment the sway­ing of those big soft tit­ties draws your eye. It is just after mid­night, the heat­ing is shut­ting down. You can see those goose-​pimples spread­ing over her body. She is alone; she is exposed, and she is vulnerable.

You like that don’t you?

You can see the fear in her. You know she’s been dread­ing tonight. You can see her mouth is dry by the way she con­stantly swal­lows. She is not just ner­vous, she is scared. After the past week she has rea­son to be. Every form of refuge has it’s price.

Look at Gary, sit­ting on the end barstool sip­ping his pint. He stares at her. Stares hard. That’s why she is there. He wants her to see him look­ing, he wants her to see his eyes rap­ing her body, he wants her to see his con­tempt, wants her to know what he thinks of her, wants her to realise what she is. He’s been wait­ing for tonight all week. All fuck­ing week.

Tonight it it his night. Tonight it’s your night. Tonight it’s pay­back time. Gary knows it, Benny knows it; you know it. And she knows it as well. You cansee it in her trem­bling fingers.

So what do you think? She’s still a good look­ing bitch, even at forty-​three. Even now despite that poor-​me-​martyred fuck­ing look, she is still a strik­ing women. Lovely skin, like cream coloured china. But look at the fad­ing pur­ple mess around that left eye. You know how she got that don’t you? Benny. Look at the newer bruise on her ribs. Ben­nya­gain. Ugly. Deep plum colour on milk white skin. Suits her. She was always such a stuck-​up cunt. She was always all mouth and smart fuck­ing backchat; all prick­tease and treat-​you-​like-​shit. How things change. She deserves all this and more. Tonight her chick­ens have all come home.

Take Gary for exam­ple, but they all have their rea­sons. For as long as he remem­bers Gary has wanted to fuck Joanne. Not have sex with her, and cer­tainly not to ‘make love with her’. He wants to fuck her. Really fuck her. And not just
fuck her either, but fuck her to tears. Fuck her so it counts; fuck her so she remem­bers it. Fuck her so it will ruin her. He doesn’t want her to enjoy it. He wants her to hate it, be repulsed by it. Revolted. Sick­ened. He wants to humil­i­ate her, to pay her back for all the fuck­ing hard-on’s she’d given him, for all that mouth and atti­tude. She’s always been such a snobby, stuck-​up cow. Right now he can feel his heart start­ing to flut­ter at the thought of it,really giv­ing it to her. Well you saggy-​titted old cow, he is think­ing, you’ve noth­ing to be snobby about now have you?

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Down­load from Ama­zon UK

Down­load from Ama­zon US

Story word­count 6,560 words.

The Landlady’s Humiliation

That-​Woman!

My new short story, ‘The Landlady’s Humiliation is now available on Amazon (UK and USA) Kindle.  The story centres on the intervoven themes of humiliation and sexual revenge. Set in the Northern part of the UK, the story depicts a period in the life of Joanne Maxwell, a 43 year old pub landlady, who left her husband and children to live with a much younger man, who quickly proceeded to use and dump her. When she goes ‘crawling’ back to her husband he makes her pay a very high price…

The bare bones of the story are true insofar as I had knowledge of a situation such as the one described between the landlady, her husband and much younger lover. Around that situation I have explored the themes of the compulsive allure of sexual cruelty, and the nature of humiliation. I have depicted the abuse in extreme and graphic terms. If we are to fully comprehend the brutal nature of beahviour which is not balanced by consequences then we cannot shy away from what is an often violent reality.

The extract below is the beginning of the story.

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Thursday night at the Thistle & Down, had always been lock-in night. The night when the doors were bolted, the lights turned down, and just a few of the Landlord’s mates got to stay and drink and
chat after closing time. They were cosy affairs, strictly by invitation only. Intimate. Man stuff. Tonight the bar room was in almost total darkness, apart from the strip light behind the bar, the light that now encased the women. Showing her off like a spot-lit animal.

Her name is Joanne. Joanne Maxwell. And she is the Landlord’s Wife. Have a good look; everyone else is. Benny won’t mind. He wants you to look….take your time…It’s what she’s for.

She stands bathed in the harsh light. Naked but for a pair of red panties and black stilettos, her face devoid of all expression, eyes downcast, no emotion; giving nothing away. Like a mask. Her thick auburn hair is unkempt, mussed, and that bright red lipstick smeared across her mouth; doesn’t she just look a slut? Doesn’t she just look a real bitch?

With every movement the swaying of those big soft titties draws your eye. It is just after midnight, the heating is shutting down. You can see those goose-pimples spreading over her body. She is alone; she is exposed, and she is vulnerable.

You like that don’t you?

You can see the fear in her. You know she’s been dreading tonight. You can see her mouth is dry by the way she constantly swallows. She is not just nervous, she is scared. After the past week she has reason to be. Every form of refuge has it’s price.

Look at Gary, sitting on the end barstool sipping his pint. He stares at her. Stares hard.  That’s why she is there. He wants her to see him looking, he wants her to see his eyes raping her body, he wants her to see his contempt, wants her to know what he thinks of her, wants her to realise what she is. He’s been waiting for tonight all week. All fucking week.

Tonight it it his night. Tonight it’s your night. Tonight it’s payback time. Gary knows it, Benny knows it; you know it. And she knows it as well. You cansee it in her trembling fingers.

So what do you think? She’s still a good looking bitch, even at forty-three. Even now despite that poor-me-martyred fucking look, she is still a striking women. Lovely skin, like cream coloured china. But look at the fading purple mess around that left eye. You know how she got that don’t you? Benny. Look at the newer bruise on her ribs. Bennyagain. Ugly. Deep plum colour on milk white skin. Suits her. She was always such a stuck-up cunt. She was always all mouth and smart fucking backchat; all pricktease and treat-you-like-shit. How things change. She deserves all this and more. Tonight her chickens have all come home.

Take Gary for example, but they all have their reasons. For as long as he remembers Gary has wanted to fuck Joanne.  Not have sex with her, and certainly not to ‘make love with her’. He wants to fuck her. Really fuck her. And not just
fuck her either, but fuck her to tears. Fuck her so it counts; fuck her so she remembers it. Fuck her so it will ruin her. He doesn’t want her to enjoy it. He wants her to hate it, be repulsed by it. Revolted. Sickened. He wants to humiliate her, to pay her back for all the fucking hard-on’s she’d given him, for all that mouth and attitude. She’s always been such a snobby, stuck-up cow. Right now he can feel his heart starting to flutter at the thought of it,really giving it to her. Well you saggy-titted old cow, he is thinking, you’ve nothing to be snobby about now have you?

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Download from Amazon UK

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Story wordcount 6,560 words.

The Landlady’s Humiliation

That-Woman!

April 29, 2012  Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,   Posted in: writing

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