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The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls

By: Emily Tilton
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2014 by Blushing Books� and Emily Tilton
20 Chapters + Prologue & Epilogue / 52,000 Words
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Three young ladies - each guilty of minor sexual misconduct - are sent by their parents to the Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls to learn to behave properly. But little do they know that Sunset Harbor - and its school - are in reality owned and run by fabulously wealthy individuals with particular sexual preferences, and that the girls who are sent there learn far more than the three R's.

Follow the adventures of Rachel, Lara, and Frederica as Dr. Scott and Mrs. Lomond teach them, through the assistance of the paddle, strap, cane, and other, even more interesting methods, to be proper young ladies who know how to serve their wealthy employers' every need and desire.


Martin Scott, Ed.D., looked with satisfaction at the files open, each in its own window, on the computer desktop displayed on his enormous monitor. Rachel, Frederica, and Lara would all do very nicely for this fall term.

Martin turned from the computer screen to contemplate Sunset Harbor, the most perfect place in the universe, as far as he was concerned. Just below his window, the coral cliff fell thirty feet to a slender beach with powder-fine coral sand. Beyond lay the harbor, just enclosed enough to keep the big waves from breaking hard on the private beaches of the twelve houses nestled around it, one of them Martin's villa�now the Sunset Harbor School for Girls. The sailing yachts rode calmly at anchor, and Martin looked forward to an afternoon on the water, after he had mailed the girls' parents to let them know that he had accepted their daughters for a semester they would never forget.

Twelve houses on Sunset Harbor, on the little island of Saint-Stephane, and all of them occupied by men and women who shared Martin's belief that when a girl demonstrated the irregular desires Rachel, Frederica, and Lara had demonstrated, the best thing for her was to come to Sunset Harbor School and learn to serve the lusts of a man like Martin. How else, other than by careful study with Dr. Scott, could such girls attain to the bliss that awaited them as full members of this unusual community? By the same token, Martin endorsed the rather different, but equally erotic�and equally diverting�activities of his neighbors along the beach. The little community's governing board met twice a year to make sure all their activities were legal, but one of the nice things about having as much money as the residents of Sunset Harbor did was that those activities, which might have an unfortunate appearance otherwise, took on a hue of complete respectability once the papers were signed and large sums of currency were wired discreetly to newly set-up Swiss bank accounts.

For very apposite examples, there were Rachel, Frederica, and Lara. In the late stages of their education at Martin's school, they would be fully informed of the prosperity that awaited them should they continue their studies. They would also be informed at key moments that Martin's private jet stood ready to take them home to their families, if they chose not to continue. Martin placed the utmost importance on the silence he, and his girls, would in general maintain. The function of the money in the transaction might be first to make the whole affair consensual, but from an erotic and psychological standpoint, its true function was to ensure that Martin did not have to ask whether one of his pupils wanted to be thrashed or taken to the headmaster's rooms for a long evening of pleasing the headmaster. When it was time to cane Lara, or fuck Rachel all night, or enjoy Frederica's bottom for the first time, Martin would simply give the necessary commands and have his way, all the time teaching his girls about their bodies and about their needs.

Martin reviewed the files.

Rachel Dane, 5'3" with black shoulder-length hair and brown eyes, had been caught masturbating in the shower by her mother, who had innocently come in to find a towel, and had seen her eighteen-year-old daughter, oblivious to her mother's presence, engaged in the wicked practice: her fingers at play between her thighs, her breathing harsh and gasping with pleasure. Hauled out of the shower and made to touch her toes, still naked and dripping, Rachel had been spanked with the bathbrush until she could barely stand the touch of her cotton panties on her tender bottom-cheeks. Then Rachel's mother had gone to the computer to find special schools that could help her daughter return to the path of virtue.

Frederica Hilhorst, 5'5" with blonde hair in two long braids and bright blue eyes, had been seen giving her boyfriend a blowjob in her bedroom by an observant next-door neighbor who spied the forbidden act through the upstairs window. Frederica's father had put his eighteen-year-old daughter over the old spanking stool and taken his belt to her bare backside for a good ten minutes. Then he, too, had found Martin's school on the 'net.

Lara Jenkins, 5'7" with short chestnut hair and hazel eyes, had merely confessed, unwisely, to her family doctor, that she was troubled by her burgeoning sexuality, and had watched a porn video on the 'net once. The confidence was betrayed, of course, and Lara, despite her advanced age of eighteen, had gone over her father's lap with her pants down, and received the family paddle upon her bare bottom until she screamed that she had learned her lesson and would never disobey a family rule again. Mr. Jenkins also had emailed Martin, beseeching him to reform Lara.

The item of which the parents felt most confident, of course, was Martin's promise not to spare the rod when it came to correcting their daughters' behavior�above all, of course, their immodesty. Martin imagined that even now they were telling Rachel, Frederica, and Lara that they must set their minds to it: no shameful behavior of any sort would be tolerated at Sunset Harbor School. What those parents did not know�what even the girls themselves had almost certainly barely as yet guessed�was that their daughters yearned for the kind of training Martin would give them. The extensive questionnaires that were part of the application process had let him determine that fact beyond a doubt, the telltale sign in every case being that each girl had also been caught playing with herself after a spanking, which the parents, being themselves terribly repressed, considered shocking and very much in need of the kind of attention Martin Scott, Ed.D., assured them he could provide.

Chapter 1

At the tiny airport, a woman stood by the baggage-claim, holding a sign that said "Rachel Dane."

"I'm Rachel Dane," she said, timidly.

The woman, in her 30's, with red hair in a bun and looking very beautiful in her green sundress, said, "Of course you are. It's nice to meet you at last.� I am Mrs. Lomond, your duenna at Sunset Harbor."


Mrs. Lomond laughed. "It's a very old-fashioned word. It means I'm the one who's directly in charge of you."


Rachel followed Mrs. Lomond to a little jeep-looking car, white with "Sunset Harbor School" stenciled on the door.

"Your luggage will be seen to," Mrs. Lomond said. "It will be delivered to your room at the school."

The drive across the island took very little time. On the way, Mrs. Lomond told her about what she could expect at Sunset Harbor over her first few days. "You're the first of the three pupils to arrive for the term."

"Only three?"

"Dr. Scott likes to give every girl his personal attention."

Something in Mrs. Lomond's tone gave Rachel pause. She tried to laugh it off. "What does that mean?" she said, trying to make her voice sound light.

"Wait and see," said Mrs. Lomond. "There's no use pretending that you don't know why you're here, Rachel."


"I'll let Dr. Scott explain your situation to you this evening, but suffice it for now to say that his personal attention to your lovely young body will be something you must learn to welcome now that you have been sent by your parents to a school where we know how to deal with girls who touch themselves in the shower."

Rachel blushed and tried to find something to say that would sound like she thought it was all a joke, even as she realized that it wasn't a joke at all.

Things got worse very quickly. As soon as Mrs. Lomond had led her into the beautiful villa that served as the school building and up the grand staircase to the dormitory room with its three beds, she said to Rachel, "Take off all your clothes, please, and put on the panties you'll find on your bed."


"I believe you heard me, Miss Dane. Those panties, and only those panties, constitute your basic uniform when you are inside the school building. You may be instructed to wear other garments on top of them, but you are to consider your school panties as your ordinary dress while you are here."

It was a white lace thong that lay on Rachel's bed, the one closest to the door that Rachel knew was hers because of a card on it bearing the words "Miss Dane" written in beautiful cursive.

"I won't," Rachel said.

Mrs. Lomond sighed. "I am afraid I must spank you, then, until you see that obeying me is your only choice."


"Please lie over the end of your bed, with your bottom to me. Lower your shorts and panties while I fetch the paddle."

"The paddle?"

"I think you must understand, Rachel, we had a very minute description of your life at home, including how often you are spanked."

Rachel put her hand to her backside. Surely Mrs. Lomond was simply making an idle threat.

"You will be paddled and caned even more often here, unless you can learn to obey simple commands."

Rachel felt tears come into her eyes. She looked at the pretty panties on the bed, and a part of her wanted to just put them on�she liked lacy lingerie a lot. But to have to wear only that thong � in this strange school, and to have to undress in front of this Mrs. Lomond and put it on � it was monstrous.

"I want to call my parents," she said, trying to remain calm.

"I'm afraid that's not permitted, Rachel. Now, do I have to summon the janitor, Mr. George, to help me undress you completely for your paddling and to hold you down while I give it to you? I know that Mr. George would like that very much, but I rather think you wouldn't find it as rewarding as he."

Rachel cast longing eyes toward the door. There didn't seem any way she could possibly reach it before Mrs. Lomond impeded her. Even if she were somehow able to get there, where would she go? Whom could she tell?

"All right!" Rachel said. "I'll put ... I'll put it on." She reached down for the tiny garment.

"No," said Mrs. Lomond. "That's not satisfactory now, Rachel. You must be punished for your failure to obey me. You had better get your backside over that bed and prepare for your first school paddling."

"Oh, please, Mrs. Lomond! Please don't! I'm new ... I'm sorry!" She felt the tears run down her face.

"That is not sufficient, Rachel. Do as I've said, and get ready for punishment, before I have to fetch the janitor."

Trembling, Rachel moved slowly to the end of the low bed that it seemed she would have to think of as hers from now on.

"Kneel there, now," said Mrs. Lomond, with a note of approval in her voice. "Then take down your shorts and your panties."

Rachel knelt, looking at the pretty panties on the bed and thinking about how now, after Mrs. Lomond had paddled her, they would show off a red bottom instead of a creamy white one. What was this school? What would happen to her here, when she wore that "uniform," and had to sit in class in it? She glanced at the other two beds, and saw that they, too, each had an identical white thong on them. The thought of meeting two other girls, and then of being nearly naked�more than naked, really�with them all the time seemed to have a very funny effect on Rachel. It made her terribly embarrassed, but at the same time she felt her nipples stiffen into her bra�the bra, she knew, she would soon be forced to remove.

"Take those shorts down this instant, Rachel Dane," said Mrs. Lomond. "I shall not ask again."

Rachel's finger fumbled with the button of the shorts, as she blushed ever more furiously. She lowered the fly and then, hardly believing she actually did it, pulled down her shorts to mid-thigh, knowing that in doing so she had revealed her lucky red candy-stripe cotton panties.

"Those are adorable, Miss Dane, but we'll have them down, too." Rachel heard a slapping sound; it must be the paddle being slapped against Mrs. Lomond's palm.

"Couldn't I leave my panties on the first time, Mrs. Lomond?" she asked, plaintively.

"I've had enough, Miss Dane. You just earned five extra with that silly question. Get those panties down."

Rachel gave a little sob from deep in her throat. She hooked her thumb into the waistband of the panties and tugged them down to rest atop the bunched fabric of her shorts at the middle of her thighs.

"Thank you, Miss Dane," Mrs. Lomond said, severely�but not mockingly, at least. "Bend over, now, and put your weight on your elbows."

Rachel's heart seemed to beat faster and faster as she assumed the humiliating position. At home, if she were punished, she was always spanked spontaneously, the way her mother had done in the bathroom. No ritual ever accompanied chastisement in the Dane household. This demand for minute obedience in preparing herself to receive a paddling made Rachel's tummy flutter so much that she could hardly keep from getting up and trying to run away, even though she knew it would serve only to make her punishment worse.

She bent her upper body until her elbows rested on the pretty blue chenille coverlet. The thong she would have to put on when her spanking had finished lay there right before her eyes.

Mrs. Lomond's footsteps approached across the broad planks of the old wood floor. Rachel's duenna took up a position just to the left of where Rachel had had to expose and raise her backside for the paddle.

"You might as well," Mrs. Lomond said, "make use of this opportunity to contemplate your uniform, Miss Dane. You have perhaps already realized in looking at it that it is of a design that renders a girl's bottom practically bare. Dr. Scott chose it for that reason, above all."

Rachel felt the wood of the paddle come up against her bottom cheeks, and she shuddered at the feeling of having such liberty taken with her eighteen-year-old backside.

"Once you wear your uniform, Rachel Dane, your bottom will be on display at all times and, although you will be instructed to remove your uniform for chastisement from time to time, many of the smaller punishments you receive here at Sunset Harbor School�for example for small errors in your work�will be applied simply by having you rise and grasp your spread ankles while I or Dr. Scott�or the janitor or anyone else Dr. Scott decides should do so�administers your discipline."

"Oh, God," Rachel whispered. "It's not true ... it can't be."

"I assure you, Miss Dane, that you are not dreaming. You have come to the school where you earned a place by your lewd conduct."

"But ... I j-just ... I mean, it was only touching myself in the shower."

"By the standards of much of this modern world of ours, to be sure, it was no great offense," Mrs. Lomond said sternly, "but I can assure you that by Dr. Scott's and my standards, it is something that shows a girl may stand in great need of correction. Dr. Scott has determined that you are such a girl�that is, a girl who can benefit greatly from the kind of education he and I will give you. You are lucky enough, Rachel Dane, to have parents who for their own reasons decided to send you here. Dr. Scott will explain further this afternoon, but now it's time for your spanking."

With that, and without further delay, Rachel heard Mrs. Lomond shift her weight slightly, then felt a little rush of air in the direction of her bottom. She felt the force of the impact at the same time she heard the sharp smack. Mrs. Lomond said, "One" at the very same moment.

Then the pain was instant and increasing just from that one blow and made Rachel whine like a puppy. Just as the smart of the first spank reached its height, Mrs. Lomond struck her again, saying "Two."

"Ow!" said Rachel, though she had resolved not to cry out.

"Three," said Mrs. Lomond; already the pain was terrible, and Rachel knew that the center of her bottom, where all three paddle-blows had landed, must be blazing red already. Despite herself, she threw her right hand back to try to ward off the paddle, if only for a moment.

"Get that hand back where it belongs. I shan't warn you again�if I see your hands from now on, while you are being spanked, you will receive five extra."

"P-please, Mrs. Lomond ... just ... just wait for a little while."

"Hands, Miss Dane," the duenna said, apparently meaning that she must put her hand back, and she finally did, and instantly, "Four" struck on the same spot and Rachel felt her bottom bounding up and down as she tried to assuage the pain a little bit.

"Keep that bottom still, Rachel Dane! You are going to learn here at Sunset Harbor to take a paddling like a good girl. Five. Six. Seven. Eight."

Now Rachel was screaming. How could a flat piece of wood hurt so much? She bit the inside of her cheek to try to stop the cries, but letting it out felt better, and as nine and ten came, she shrieked into the coverlet, her bottom jiggling up and down uncontrollably. Never at home, even that terrible time in the bathroom, had her parents spanked her so severely.

"Five more, Miss Dane," said Mrs. Lomond.

"Oh, no," Rachel said, through tears that puddled on the coverlet. "Please �"

Eleven and Twelve visited her thighs, giving the center of her bottom a respite, before the last three caught her right there again. The screaming had gone out of her by the end, and she simply whimpered at each new paddle-stroke.

"Fifteen," said Mrs. Lomond, as the smack of the paddle against Rachel's poor bottom rang out the final time. "Now get up and take the shorts and panties all the way off."

Sniffling, with tears running down her face, Rachel rose. Keeping her back to Mrs. Lomond, she pulled down her shorts and panties together, blushing as she had to bend over to do so, sure that Mrs. Lomond could see a little bit of her pussy�and then again, feeling very strange at the thought; the heat began between her thighs, and she began to worry that Mrs. Lomond might even notice that her pussy was a little wet. Why did spanking always do this to her, afterwards?

"Now your T-shirt and your bra, Rachel," Mrs. Lomond said, patiently.

Rachel straightened up and pulled the T-shirt off over her head. This part was almost easy�or it was until she realized that after she took off her bra, she would not be allowed to cover her little breasts again.

"Now put on your uniform," the duenna said.

Rachel reached for the lacy thong. She didn't even dare look at it for longer than it took to sort out the front from the back. Again terribly conscious of what she must be showing Mrs. Lomond, she stepped into it and pulled it up over her hips. She couldn't help noticing that it looked a little strange with her young curls there springing out on either side of the narrow front panel.

"Turn around," said Mrs. Lomond. Blushing once again, Rachel obeyed. As if she had read Rachel's mind, Mrs. Lomond said, "You and your schoolmates will learn to shave one another between your legs. Your first lesson will be tomorrow morning."

"What?" Rachel couldn't help exclaiming. "But why?"

"So you look tidy in your uniforms, of course," Mrs. Lomond said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Now you may relax in here or go out to the reading room across the hall. You may even go out on the veranda if you like. Please don't venture any further than that, though. You will probably not notice how closely you are watched and guarded, but I assure you that Dr. Scott has ways of ensuring you stay where you belong. I must go to the airport to fetch Frederica and Lara, your schoolmates."

Willow on 12/24/2015 05:34am
It didn't make much sense that the parents sent them there... This book was okay but defiantly not my favourite. I found it more slutty then kinky.
Willow on 12/24/2015 05:34am
Willow on 12/24/2015 05:33am
Redrabbitt on 09/22/2014 01:31pm
O M G and WOW! This is not like any school you have heard of before. Dr. Scott and Mrs. Lomond are the "teachers" at this school where young ladies are sent for immodest acts. For the three new students, Rachel, Frederica and Lara, that included masturbation, watching porn and giving a boy a blow job! These 18-year-old girls will learn all kinds of new lessons that will make them highly sought after once they graduate and bidding begins. But these lesson are also enforced with paddling, strap and cane. Reading material includes the Story of O along with several other erotica writings. This story not only contains both consensual and non-consensual elements, harsh punishments in the form of spankings with both male and female dominants, Lesbian scenes, anal play, multiple partners in an orgy setting, ménage, quite explicit, including graphically-described anatomy and physical functions.
Denise on 08/23/2014 09:02pm
I must be the only one who didn't think this book was hot, and it had a huge potential to be that way. These are young girls (all virgins) who have started to have erotic questions. Their parents must be idiots, to not understand that everyone has cravings. This is one of the first problems i have. Virginity should never be taken lightly in any form, and to say that the girls had choices to leave is ridiculous. They were coerced into whatever happened to them. These weren't choices. This Dr. is awful, he shows no kindness, unless it suits his ways. How the girls can feel anything for him other than loathing is amazing, the duenna is just as bad, because she talks about what he does as maybe not being right or done for humiliation sake, and the janitor definitely knows it wrong. Talks to himself about how wrong it is and continues to do it. At the end of the book, everything magically falls into place. We now find out about how unbelievably intelligent these girls are, how they will work perfectly in some high end job as top executives (at 18) please. Their schoolwork consists of going over some wonderfully erotic literature (skip this book and read them instead). This school is a how to make a prostitute, plain and simple. You can dress it up, make it sound like it's done culturally, or classy, bottom line all the girls come out of there as whores to the highest bidder.
Marybeth on 08/22/2014 11:40pm
Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls by Emily Tilton This was an interesting story. Lara, Frederica and Rachel are sent to this school because Martin Scott, the headmaster, thinks that he sees submission in them. They have all shocked their families by indulging in sex, one way or another. Rachel had been caught masturbating, Frederica had been seen giving her boyfriend a blowjob and Lara had just confided, unwisely, to her doctor that she had watched a porn video on the internet once. So their parents found this school that is supposed to help them get over these urges. But, really, it’s a school to train submissives. They are given a choice, of sorts. To leave or stay, but they all choose to stay. And, they are punished and trained. I enjoyed reading this story. Once you get past the morality of it, the story is hot! The punishments are severe and well described. I give this story 5 stars!
Tahnee S on 08/17/2014 10:28pm
This book is blatantly pure fantasy, combined with pure erotica - and it's HOT! A wonderful concept: an exclusive training facility for beautiful young women who already exhibit an 'aptitude' for bdsm and their own sexuality. As a result, there are all manner of delicious scenarios to choose from, including M/f, F/f and plenty of menage, with the additional flavours of interracial and humiliation. If you like the idea of gorgeous, fresh-faced (legal aged) schoolgirls being corrupted in almost every way imaginable, I would highly recommend this book, and the opportunities the girls are given at the end of term is a nice HEA of sorts. This is my first by Emily Tilton and I will now definitely be on the lookout for more!
Southern Lady on 08/15/2014 07:51pm
A Provocative Schoolgirl Cover Touts A Book That Delivers! How many times have you bought a book with a provocative cover only to be disappointed at the execution of the plot? I mean, the cover does not match the book. Fear not, The Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls by Emily Tilton. It seems the parents have been duped and sent their cute naughty darlings to a seaside villa that from the outside looks common with its neighbors yet inside school is going on with a lesson plan that makes the plaid skirted schoolgirls blush. Soon the schoolgirls are astounded to find out that along with their academics they would provide guest services of the sexual kind. Some rebelled and had their behinds beat which quickly changed their minds to participate in the lascivious events. Here is a place where paddles and other spanking implements are not spared and the study of the Three R’s is supplemented with rectal thermometers placed in rectums and even anal sex. all tastefully done. I thoroughly enjoyed it and found it a cut above what tripe sometimes makes up schoolgirl scene books.
Meg on 08/14/2014 07:16pm
Three young 18 year olds are caught in ‘immodest’ positions by their parents and are sent to learn the consequence s of such immodesty at the Sunset Harbor School. Not sure why type school the parents believed they were sending their daughters to but the school is nothing like the three imagined as they were instantly dropped into learning the consequences of disobedience, the three begin lessons in submission. The entire book is full of erotic lessons where eager young students learn exactly how their bodies and minds crave. What may be consider immodest by some is seen by others as craving to serve and this is the school to learn submission.
Magbeam on 08/13/2014 09:39pm
Note: I was given an ARC of this book in return for an impartial review, which I believe I have delivered. Since she started writing for Blushing Books a year ago, I think Emily Tilton has rapidly risen to becoming one of their star authors. This continues her winning streak, combining elements of her earlier genres (ageplay, what I guess could be called ‘schoolplay,’ and Victoriana) while taking them all into a new direction. Rachel, Frederica, and Lara are girls whose parents discovered each of them indulging in various minor sexual ‘offenses.’ Scandalized, they send their daughters to the Sunset Harbor School for Naughty Girls, a Caribbean boarding school run by the severe Dr. Martin Scott, who assures them that he can help cure their daughters of their immoral desires. Unbeknownst to them, Dr. Scott’s school is aimed at doing anything but, using it as a front to ‘recruit’ girls who have the budding sexual temperaments to be educated in the ways of modern ‘women of pleasure.’ Alongside Ms. Lomond the duenna and Mr. George the janitor, Dr. Scott educates them in works of classical erotica while also introducing stern disciplinary measures, leading to their introduction to the world of proper sexual relations – oral, vaginal, anal, and even Sapphism at the hands of Ms. Lomond – all with the aim of presenting the girls at a unique end-of-year ‘coming out ball’ for the powerful members of the school’s local community. This setting allows Emily Tilton to work with the sorts of the themes that not only interest her the most, but clearly give her the most inspiration as well. In addition, this work involves several new themes for her, including interracial, enemas, and ATM. The nature of the Sunset Harbor school would make it possible to do another work in the setting, and the surrounding community is only lightly explored as well. I therefore hope that Ms. Tilton will feel inspired to continue to develop this new creation of hers.
Bookworm Faith on 08/12/2014 10:35am
Overall, a hot and steamy story! If you like stories with naive young ladies (not children), being taking advantage of, this book is for you. The lessons these girls learn at Sunset Harbor will stay with them! While I did enjoy this book, it kind of irked me a bit that the parents were being duped into sending their daughters to this "school". But the three learn and grow together, and you find yourself caring about them. Wondering their futures hold. Very well written, great character development, and descriptive prose. I would recommend it. And I would read more works by Ms. Tilton. I give this book four and half stars!
SH on 08/12/2014 08:20am
If you are looking for a hot, steamy story with a school setting then look no further, seriously. Ms. Tilton has a way with words, and that's putting it mildly :), that draws you into the story with such an intense description you can't help but imagine exactly what is happening. One hot story here and you don't want to miss it!

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