Spankings are very popular, whether you like to give or receive them, so this collection is set to warm your hearts and other places.
A brand new set of stories from a mix of UK and US authors, it’s a whole load of pert bared bums getting thoroughly chastised.
Blurb:
Six SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you’ve been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.
Publisher’s note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that’s not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!
Cecily has been trying her hand at a spot of highway robbery in order to pay her bills. She’s about to learn the error of her ways.
“Be quiet, Cecily. You will do as I tell you, now, or you will take your chances with the constable. Your choice.”
“But, you promised…”
“And I am quite willing to keep my word, but I will not allow you to get away with your misdemeanours without punishment. What is it to be? Your extremely pretty bottom, or your equally lovely neck?”
“But, I cannot. I… I…”
“You can, Cecily, and you will.” He leaned forward now, and his tone was lower, softer, less threatening somehow. Cecily began to wonder if, perhaps…
“No,” she whimpered. “Please…”
“Ten spanks is not so much. It will hurt but you can bear that well enough and it will soon be over.”
“Why… why must I undress? Can you not just—?”
“Because unless I miss my guess, that is the aspect of your punishment which causes you the most distress. It will therefore serve to make the lesson truly memorable whilst not causing risk of injury.”
He was right. The vile, cunning man was perfectly correct in his assessment. She would never forget this, never erase the memory of the utter humiliation she was about to experience in being naked before him and being forced to bend over his knee. Cecily pressed her knuckles against her lips to keep from sobbing.
“I see you comprehend the futility of continuing to protest. Shall we continue, Cecily? The sooner you are naked, the sooner we may conclude this matter.”
The sheer reasonableness in his tone made her want to scream, but that would do her no good at all. Yes, servants would come running, and Lord Avery would no doubt be ejected from her bedchamber, but then what? She would wait, quivering in terror, until the constable arrived to drag her off to York to be hanged. Cecily was not entirely convinced the Earl would do as he had threatened, he did not seem a vengeful man and after all he had his property back, though what did she really know of his character? But she could not take that risk. With a deep and shuddering sigh, she began to disrobe.
The bodice of her elegant day dress was cut low in the current fashion, and fastened at the back. Cecily was obliged to seek the assistance of the man she now considered her nemesis in loosening the laces. She lowered the bodice and gown and allowed the deep emerald fabric to pool about her delicate slippers, then started to pluck at the ribbons which held her elaborately trimmed petticoat in place. The confection of lace and satin slipped down to join the rest of her attire on the floor. Now Cecily wore only her ribbon-decked shift and her stockings. She peered up at the Earl, more in hope than genuine expectation.
“Finish the job,” came his curt instruction.
Cecily emitted an impatient and most unladylike curse as she whirled to give him her back. Devoid of options, frustrated and embarrassed beyond measure, she peeled off her silk stockings, then dragged the shift over her head. Fully nude, she refused to turn to face him. At least, she would not do so until he forced the issue.
“Your derrière is truly delectable, Miss Havistock. I daresay those plump cheeks will look even lovelier when I’ve reddened them for you.”
“You, sir, are a brute. I hate you.”
“And you have all the makings of a dangerous criminal, madam, though I choose not to utterly despise you for it. Now, since we appear to be finished exchanging pleasantries, if you would be so good as to come over here and drape yourself across my lap. I am quite certain you know how this is to be done.”
“You might at least have the decency to avert your gaze whilst I turn around,” she hissed over her shoulder.
“Indeed, and I might even sprout wings and flutter about your bedposts, madam, but since neither event is especially likely I suggest you cease prevaricating. I am sure we would both like to be about the rest of this day’s business without undue delay.”
There was nothing more to be said. The man was quite without manners or compunction and she was at his mercy. At least he appeared not to be intent upon doing her serious physical harm, though this ordeal was hardly any better. Cecily heaved in a deep and ragged breath and turned to face him.
He smiled at her, the expression not unpleasant or snide. She recalled how, the previous evening, she had considered him handsome even, though that seemed quite absurd and totally irrelevant now. Handsome was but skin deep. At heart this man was overbearing and arrogant, and inclined to take far too much upon himself.
She would never forgive him for this. Never.
Available now on Amazon