The housekeeper leant down and gripped the hem of both my uniform and underskirt. She slowly pulled them up over my waist. Her fingers then slid below the waistband of my bloomers. Slowly – deliciously slowly – she pulled my knickers down to my knees.

The older woman then began to run her fingers over my bare bottom, tracing delicate designs with her fingertips.

My senses seemed to explode at her touch, and another moan of pleasure escaped unbidden my lips. Her fingers continued to trace patterns on my tender skin, her actions chorused by my whimpers of bliss. Such was the depth of my pleasure that it quickly overpowered my sense of shame.

London, 1899. When Polly Reynolds secures a new chambermaid's position at The Grand Mayfair – Victorian London's newest and most modern hotel – she is over the moon. But soon Polly discovers the hotel harbours many forbidden secrets: a strict housekeeper who takes out her obsession with discipline on Polly's tormented bottom; a maid whose clever fingers tease the chambermaid to dizzying heights of lesbian pleasure; and the guests in room 411 who introduce Polly to a world of spanking and sex that she never knew existed.

All three encounters awaken something deep within the mild-mannered young Polly, and she discovers a craving for submission and sexual ecstasy that, once exposed, can never be denied.