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Little Red Riding Crop by Tiffany Reisz

Updated: May 2


Little Red Riding Crop: Adult Toy Stories

by Tiffany Reisz

Published by 8th Circle Press


Mistress Nora needs a vacation.


She might be the one flogging the clients, but Kingsley, her sexy French boss, is the real sadist who rarely gives her a day off. They strike a backseat deal: Nora gets one month off and a trip to Europe if she can sneak into a rival BDSM club and get the dirt on the owner. But she’ll need more than her little red riding crop when she comes face to face with Brad Wolfe, the one man who stands between her and freedom.




Genre


Triggers

Graphic sex involving BDSM


 

****2024 Update**** Little Red Riding Crop has been updated to include other short stories. My previous mentions of them are now combined under this title for the print versions, but you can still read many of them online for free on Tiffany's website.




If you are in the mood for erotic, very, very steamy short stories, Tiffany Reisz will grant your wish in Little Red Riding Crop (actually in everything she writes).



















 




Cooper: "Seriously, Nora, do you want to get locked up?"

Nora: "Isn't that the question I usually ask you, Coop?"


Nora: "The maid wasn't paying to get the shit beat out of her. My client was. Only he can press charges, and he won't because he's scared of me. He pays extra to be scared of me. So I'm going, right? You're letting me go, aren't you? Say 'Yes, Mistress.'"

Cooper sighed heavily

Nora: "Coop. Say it."

Cooper: "Fine. Yes, Mistress. You're free to go. The boss man is outside waiting on you anyway"

Nora: "Cuffs, put them on me. Now. Slammer. Lock and key. Never let me out. Please, please, please, Coop. This is me begging you. Record it. You'll never hear it again."

Cooper: "That bad, eh?"

Nora: "He's going to yell at me."

Cooper: "Nora ... grow up. You're a Dominatrix. Have some dignity."

Nora: "But he's got the sexy French accent and the whole 'I'm very disappointed in you' thing, and I just can't handle that right now."


Nora: "Later, Coop. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Cooper: "We figure out what that was yet?"

Nora: "Nope."


Kingsley: "You are a dangerous woman, Nora Sutherlin. This is the last time I employ someone more manipulative than I."


Brad: "Well ... If it isn't Little Red Riding Crop."

Nora: "If it isn't the Big Brad Wolfe. We meet again."


Nora: "I'm smart too. Used to fuck a Rhodes scholar. By the way ... are you going to invite me in?"

Brad: "Should I?"

Nora: "Nope."

Brad: "If I let you in, will you promise not to break anything ... or anyone?"

Nora: "Nope."

Brad: "The Dam will have my hide if I let you in and you know it."

Nora: "Then let's hope you're into that sort of thing."


Brad caresses her face

Nora: "What was that for?"

Brad: "You're beautiful."

Nora: "And you're huge and handsome. You don't see me going around getting all personal with your face."

Brad: "Would you like to get personal with my face?"


Brad: "You keep a St Andrew's cross in your basement? You're kinkier than I thought."

Nora: "It's good for drying laundry."

Brad: "That's it. That's a flogging for you."

Nora: "Oh ... darn."


Brad: "You know, Nora, for that little stunt you pulled, keeping quiet while I was beating the hell out of you, I'm going to have to punish you. I think maybe I'll punish you by fucking you so hard you scream for me."

Now Nora laughed.

Nora: "I don't scream, Sir. I make others scream. In fact, that's how I ended up at the police station this morning."

Brad: "You don't scream? You say that like it's a fact, when we both know I'll just take it as a challenge."


Brad: "Yes, laughing at me while I'm naked. That is sure to get you into my good graces."

Nora: "I'm only laughing because your nickname is so appropriate ... Mr. Big Brad Wolfe."


Brad: "I don't fuck my clients. Neither do you, I hear. What happened here wasn't business."

Nora: "Yeah ... but it was a lot of fucking fun."


Nora: "My goodness. What a big ... crop you have."


Nora: "My ... what a big smile you have."

Brad: " Why ... all the better to eat you with."

 




A steamy short story where a woman finally admits to her deepest desires to her partner in a letter.


You can read for free on Tiffany's website, here













Bryce: “Are you a virgin?”

Bryce asked, deciding he had nothing to lose at this point. Clearly things were going nowhere. If he couldn’t have her, maybe he could at least get some answers.

Leigh sat up straighter and gave him a look of profound shock. 

Leigh: “No…of course not. Where-”

Bryce: “Born again virgin? Incredibly Catholic? Do you have an STD? HIV? Raging antibiotic resistant tuberculosis? If so, I’m willing to work around any and all of that.”


Leigh: “You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met. You’re kind and sweet and chivalrous and gentle…”

Bryce: “Horrible, I know.”


Bryce: “That was you in the letter.”

He moved his finger in and out of her as she began to pant.

Bryce: “But you didn’t name him. Was that me? Or your dream man?” 

A slight smile played at the corner of her lips.

Leigh: “Yes, Sir.”

Bryce brought his mouth to her neck and bit her hard enough to make her whimper. He hoped she had nowhere to go tonight. He didn’t plan to let her go until dawn.  

Bryce: “Good answer.” 


 


Ivy's been in love with her boss Lennon from day one. She's even his work wife. Will sneaking into a party he's attending help her convince him she wants to serve him by day and by night?




You can read for free here.













What she’d wanted to say was, The handcuffs? The flogger? Lennon, that’s nothing to apologize for. It’s sexy as hell, and I volunteer as your next victim.




 


A husband, wife, and the husband's best friend have a movie night they will never forget.


You can read for free here. Warning - it's HOT!















Bryce: “You only say that because you know I’m the only man who’s going to be fucking you in the middle of the night. If it was some other guy in our bed, and you were sleepy enough, you wouldn’t be able to tell him from me.”

Leigh: “Oh, I could tell,”

Leigh said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Leigh: “Trust me.”

Bryce: “My cock is pretty amazing,”

Bryce said with a humble sigh.

Bryce: “I guess you’re right.”


Bryce: “If you knew, why didn’t you guess?”

Leigh: “I didn’t want to win too soon.”

She grinned at them both.

Leigh: “Then you might have stopped.” 


 


Bryce is called to calm down his panicking bride when the bridesmaid's shoes arrive the wrong color, and he does so the only way he knows how.


You can read for free here

















Bryce: “Will our marriage be null and void if the shoes don’t match?”

Leigh only stared at him a moment before shaking her sad head. Long chestnut curls fell across her shoulders.

Leigh: “No.”

Bryce: “Then fuck the shoes.”

Leigh: “But-”

Bryce: “One more ‘but’ and I’m going to fuck the bride too.”

Leigh’s breath caught in her throat. She always gasped when he used such language with her.

Leigh: “But you aren’t even supposed to see me before the wedding, much less-“

Bryce: “And that was another ‘but.’ Up.”


 



Due to a medical condition, Lela has never been able to enjoy sex. Until she meets a very interesting man who promises to lend her a helping hand...and a few other body parts.


You can read for free here














Brad:  "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to spend the rest of my life wondering why a beautiful woman was weeping over 101 Perfect Nights? I mean, it's no Kama Sutra, but it has a happy ending. Lots of them."


Brad: "Every story should have a happy ending. Well, any story that has you in a bed in it."

Lela: "You're hitting on me."

Brad: "I'm flirting with you. I have the floggers back home when you want me to hit on you."


Lela: "I've never gone to bed with a man I just met."

Brad: "No wonder you're crying in a bookstore."

Lela: "You won't think less of me?"

Brad: "The only women I judge for their sexual choices are the women who turn me down. All none of them."

Lela: "I'd hate to break your streak."

Brad: "Then don't."


Brad: "No panties?"

Lela: "I took them off at the doctor's office. Didn't put them back on again. I'm soaked with lube."

Brad: "A woman who comes pre-lubed? Love it."


Brad: "Spreader bar."

Lela: "I can't move my legs."

Brad: "You're naked. Where were you planning on going?"

Lela: "Good point."


Lela: "You don't ask permission to do things, I'm starting to notice. You just do them."

Brad: "Now you're catching on."


Brad: "Good girl ..."

Lela: "Thought I was being bad here."

Brad: "Oh no. We don't play by those rules in this house. Any beautiful woman who spreads for me on a Monday morning? She's a very good girl."


Brad: "I'd flog your beautiful body all day but my cock won't let me."

Lela: "A firm taskmaster, is he?"

Brad: "I try never to tell him 'no.'"


 

The final story in the collection is The Chambermaid. Perhaps one day, when I get the physical book, I will get to read it. Until then, enjoy!




 
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