When Inspector Blake first arrived at Headmistress Victoria’s school, she did so with a perfectly respectable explanation: there were irregularities in the Punishment Book, and standards had to be maintained. The spanking she then doled out was simply the appropriate response to a minor administrative failing.
Admittedly, that explanation began to look rather flimsy almost immediately.
There’s nothing better than having an excuse to do something you wanted to do anyway. The conventions of school spanking fantasies are excellent at providing those excuses; somebody has broken a rule, somebody else has the authority to punish them, and therefore our miscreant simply has to wind up with their knickers down. Desire can hide behind duty and nobody has to admit quite how much they’re enjoying themselves.
What’s special about our School Inspector Seduction trilogy, however, is that throughout the course of it Blake and Victoria gradually stop needing that excuse. The professional roles that brought them together become less important with every barrier they break. Inspector and Headmistress become two women taking turns over each other’s laps; formal workwear gives way to silky lingerie; punishment morphs into pleasure, pursued entirely for pleasure’s sake.
By Ravished, there’s nothing left to hide behind. They have stripped away the paperwork, the professional distance, the pretence of discipline and the last of their clothes. Bent over the sofa in Victoria’s office, taking turns to fuck each other until they’re gasping and spent, they are no longer pretending that any of this is necessary. They’ve admitted that they want it, as simply and as scandalously as that, and there’s a deep satisfaction in running out of excuses.
