Massachusetts, 1692Everyone thinks they know about Salem. The claims of witchcraft and the black arts. But, hidden by all the hysteria, there was real wickedness occurring not more than fifteen miles away from the hardened gaze of the Puritans of Salem Town. Notley Village was small, peaceful and quiet. At least, it appeared to be. But hiding beneath the faade was an evil that would have shocked a nation... and turned the hair of the goodly Reverends of New England pure white.For years Martha has hidden her true self from her husband. She's played the part of a godly wife and a loving mother. But she's something else too and her deepest self still calls to her. She longs to feel pain along pleasure. She misses the feeling of kneeling before a man who is hard as birch wood at her submission. She also knows where to go, in this quiet village, to get those desires fulfilled.
Massachusetts, 1692Everyone thinks they know about Salem. The claims of witchcraft and the black arts. But, hidden by all the hysteria, there was real wickedness occurring not more than fifteen miles away from the hardened gaze of the Puritans of Salem Town. Notley Village was small, peaceful and quiet. At least, it appeared to be. But hiding beneath the faade was an evil that would have shocked a nation... and turned the hair of the goodly Reverends of New England pure white.For years Martha has hidden her true self from her husband. She's played the part of a godly wife and a loving mother. But she's something else too and her deepest self still calls to her. She longs to feel pain along pleasure. She misses the feeling of kneeling before a man who is hard as birch wood at her submission. She also knows where to go, in this quiet village, to get those desires fulfilled.
