51 Shades of Maggie, Liverpool Style by Leesa Harker Read Free Book Online Page A

middle) an then I hoovered, dusted, polished an emptied the ashtrays, all ten of them. Then I got to look at myself in the mirror, an I said to myself, now your turn, so I had a bath. An that’s somethin I never do durin the week – I have a bath every Saturday, whether I need it or not. But I wanted to be nice an fresh for gettin a whippin off my boyfriend that night. I thought about gettin a wax but the salon near my flat was full of Barbie dolls an I didn’t want them gawkin at the Muff, an besides, it was like a pet to me now – I couldn’t get rid of it just like that. My muff’s for life, not just for Christmas. So I put on a black dress that you could see my arse in when I bent over, an red lipstick that I nicked in the chemist an I was ridealicious.
    I had a drop of vodka to help with the pain I was about to get, an I sat an waited for Mr Big, my arse twitchin at the thought of what was to come. An I was ding-a-lingin all right.

Music to My Ears
    But just as I was beginning to wonder where he was, Mr Big texted to say he was sendin a taxi for me an I was to go to his flat instead. I was a bit pissed off after all the cleanin that I’d done especially for him. But then I rang Big Sally-Ann an told her if she wanted to, she could bring Igor into my flat an shag him there, cos lyin on concrete in the street gives you piles. Well, that’s what my mum always said, and her arsehole’s like a vineyard. Big Sally-Ann promised to clean all the jiz up so I said fine.
    I bounced from the taxi up to Mr Big’s apartment an flung the door open an he was standin in the middle of the room, shirtless, his chest like a brick shithouse, his muscles flexin, an with just those chinos on. An I was gushin, like Niagara Falls. He was the biggest ride I’d ever seen. I went over to him an he led me straight to the red room of pain, shuttin the door behind us.
    Then he said to me, ‘Now Margaret, you were a bad girl today. You must be punished. Strip.’
    So I said, ‘Yes, sir,’ an took the lot off in about ten seconds flat. Then he sat on the edge of the big bed an told me to lie face down. So I climbed on to the bed an shoved my baps in his face on the way past, but he just ignored them, an I realised that he must have somethin special in store for me. He started to tie my hands an feet to the bed an I said to him, ‘I wonder how small people have a bondage shag – they’d be too small to stretch out on the bed.’
    â€˜You just need a longer rope.’
    â€˜Please don’t tell me you’ve been ridin dwarfs in this bed.’
    An he laughed an said, ‘I don’t talk about the past.’
    An then I knew that he had. Oh my God. And then he put a pair of headphones on me. He said, ‘It’s all about control, I want to control what you hear and feel.’
    An I said, ‘Have you got any Lady Gaga there?’
    But he started playin some crazy opera music that’s like music to kill yourself to. An I was about to complain when I felt a massive slap to my arse, an what with not knowin it was comin, it was too much of a shock to really hurt. Then he did it again an again an I started to know when they were comin cos every time I heard the twat on the violin go beserk I got a wallopin by Mr Big. An then I started to count the slaps. An I think this musta been turnin him on cos in between slaps he was strokin my arse an the Muff was gettin a tickle too. Then, the music stopped an he untied me an we went for it like two maniacs all over the bed an the floor. We even had a go on the swing, but after bits of dust an cement started comin down from the ceiling, we moved off that an back to the big bed.
    Then, after we were done, I was lyin on his chest an lookin at the scars on him an he said, ‘Don’t look at me, I can’t stand it.’
    Then I told him that he’s a big ride but he just smiled. Then I said to him, ‘So tell me,