A tale of Female Domination and training of disobedient men “Alice’s Playground” is a novel by Candace Smith, edited by Susan Strict and published by Strict Publishing International. Candace writes Femdom, steamy romance, sci-fi romance and BDSM literature. “Alice’s Playground” proved to be too steamy for Amazon, but is available for Kindle and all good ebook readers from Taboo Reading and many other retailers. To say that Alice was petite would be understatement, as she stood exactly five feet tall. She kept her hair flowing down to her waist, and she had nice firm breasts, a tiny waist, and a perky little bottom. Although she was almost thirty, Alice could easily pass for eighteen. Alice looked even younger when she coaxed men home for her games, and dressed in the ruffled petticoats and black shiny shoes that had always enamored her daddy. With her hair in braids and tied with bows, her innocent blue eyes completed the fantasy for many men whose cocks swelled with the thought of spanking her bottom. After they were finished reddening her bared cheeks, Alice felt justified leading the despicable bastards downstairs. While the men considered how the little minx was going to tease them and satisfy their passion, Alice smiled sweetly and opened the door that led to her playground. She had purchased the house in a secluded wooded area and had cleared the entire basement. It was carpeted with plastic green grass that was easily hosed down when necessary. There were fake trees, jungle gyms, swings and teeter-totters. In the center of the room sat a table and chairs for tea parties, where Alice could sit and watch her playmates. Her playground had all sorts of fun equipment that had been slightly altered for her enjoyment. Alice even had an oversized doghouse, sitting in a corner and close to a door that led to the dog run outside. With her usual shrewd manner, Alice had quietly acquired the reputation of correcting husbands with wandering eyes or domineering behavior their wives had grown tired of. By the time Alice led them around the circuit of her playground in her basement, the husbands were returned with a new appreciation of their wives. The games gave Alice the same delightful feeling that she had experienced when she had ruined her daddy. Alice was paid very well for her services, and she had a rather long list of potential ‘daddies’ to bring home. She thumbed through files and arranged them according to the price their wives were willing to pay. The infraction and despicable behavior of the man was never the concern for Alice. As long as she had a ‘daddy’ to play with, her selection was based solely on money. ‘Harold Turner’. Alice opened the file and she scanned the usual details of his wife’s complaint. Another bastard who controls the money. Harold doled out such pitiful funds to his wife that Alice was surprised she had saved enough to make it to the first file position. As required, Shirley had listed their finances. Harold had memberships to private clubs, cars and boats and custom tailored suits… while his wife was forced to join charities and clubs that would enhance his position in the community. Alice sighed and she picked up the phone. “Shirley? Alice. This weekend?” The woman said they were planning a trip for two weeks. “He’ll be dropped for a month, then. Bye.” Shit. Alice studied choice number two. It was still an outrageous sum for such enjoyment. Alice read the details, and then she looked at his picture. ‘Michael Whitaker’. Alice studied the dark eyes, rakishly styled dark wavy hair, and the muscular body of the man. He looked like a cheater, and Alice knew that she would have no problem seducing him to her house. A light drugging would allow her time to get the restraints and corrective devices applied to him. “Margie? Alice. This weekend?” Margie was thrilled. She had expected to have to wait through two more of Michael’s affairs and another three months to get her husband under control. “Oh god, Alice. I had no idea it would be so soon. Thank you so much.” “Where will he be?” Alice scribbled the name of a private club the man had been meeting his current mistress at. “You make the excuses with work and friends,” Alice reminded her. She hung up the phone and rubbed her temples. Talking with the wives always gave her a headache. Margie had already decided to follow her friend Paula’s lead and use the ploy of an out of town emergency. Hank had come back from his time with Alice a completely changed man. Paula now had complete control over their money, and a husband who followed her every command. Margie decided that if Michael could be trained to be as deliciously submissive as Hank, it was well worth the struggle she had made to save the money she had needed. Paula had been the one to suggest Alice to Margie. She had seen her friend’s husband with another woman, while Margie waited at home for him. It had still taken her a month to convince Margie to give Alice a call. When Margie had hesitated at the cost, Paula had suggested she use Michael’s money for the modification when he was returned and more than willing to sign over his accounts to her. Two days passed, and Alice had spent the time making sure that her playground was in order. The equipment was clean and the bright paint shined, and her toy chest was stocked with the items she would need. She took one last look around her playground, and then she switched off the light and climbed the stairs. Alice stood before her mirror and turned sideways, making sure her short skirt was tight enough to outline her perky, rounded bottom. She never questioned why men seemed to delight in her suggestion to enjoy corporal punishment. It had been ingrained into her memory as something they enjoyed the only time her daddy had spanked her. Alice remembered that horrible day… and the sadistically pleased smile on her daddy’s face. Alice left her long hair loose and she checked her light makeup. It was the perfect amount for the beautiful woman, allowing her innocent qualities to show through and intrigue. Alice was comfortable with her dual attraction, and she was an expert at manipulating men with both the promise of a seductive siren and the naughtiness of a little girl. When Alice entered the club, she spotted Michael sitting with a garishly made up blonde in the corner. The woman was drinking martinis and leaning against him possessively, while Michael sipped from his rocks glass. He was smiling and pretending to listen to whatever the woman was saying, but Alice could see by the look in his eyes that the philandering husband was far more interested in the physical pleasure he expected to enjoy.