A Strict Gentleman

The Never Ending Blog tour.

I’m back in the less-than-sunny UK, and it’s time for another fabulous visit from the Never Ending blog tour. Today, Jaye Peaches joins us, with her latest hot Victorian spanking romance, A Strict Gentleman.

In the book, twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.

The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?

Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Assume the position and brace yourself… Here comes the sizzling (18+) teaser!

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Reaching round, he hitched up her skirts, fighting the petticoats until he had hold of her drawers. With a yank, he brought them down past her arse. Spreading his fingers, he clutched at a cheek, and squeezed the warm lobe until it felt like it might melt in his palm.

She gasped, teetering on her tiptoes as he kneaded her naked buttock. The swell of desire extended to the end of his cock, filling it with hot blood and pushing it up. She rocked her hipbone against it, and it was his turn to gasp.

“Why, you vixen,” he charged her.

She giggled.

He still held the duster. “You shall be punished. I’m going to whip you with this,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“No!” she squawked. “I’ve not done a thing wrong. It will hurt,” she added indignantly.

“Ha, I decide, do I not? And it won’t hurt, not in the way you think it will.” He pointed at the table. “Bend over and keep your skirts up.”

“Sir, this is most inappropriate. Someone might come—”

“Who? I keep this house quiet of servants for a reason. Now, bend!”

She fumbled with her petticoats and pouted. She frowned so sweetly, it hardened his cock to see her little displays of defiance knowing shortly she would be begging for relief and pleasure.

She folded over the end of the dining table with aplomb, dropping her drawers at the same time. As for the skirts, she hugged them under her hips, protecting her from the rigid edge of the oak.

He lifted the duster—a rod to which the feathers of a goose had been attached—and swept it across her bare arse. She squealed and her face screwed up tight.

“It hurts, it hurts,” she wailed.

However, rather than lift it off, he spread the feathers across her rump and dragged them down the back of her thighs, then reversing direction, up between her legs.

“Ooo!” She knocked her knees together and trapped the duster as it glided up her slit and furrow. The feathers became wet with her nectar.

“Again?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please,” she quipped.

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Assuming the proper position.

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It’s Saturday, and my weekly #SatSpanks post comes to you from the sunny and beautiful island of Madeira. 🙂 This week, Thomas is teaching Lydia a little about the correct position for a lady to receive a spanking. Lydia, with virtually no experience in these matters, still has a lot to learn…

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“Place your head down over my lap, against the rug below should you need to rest it. That is the correct way for a naughty girl like you to be spanked, is it not?” He sounds excited as he instructs me, and the thought spurs me on. Whilst I do not want to leave the safety and comfort of my bed, I do not want to upset him either, so with some reluctance, I shift my weight, slowly moving so that my whole upper body now hangs over His Lordship’s lap as he commanded.

“Good girl,” he says, and I relish how pleased he sounds, despite the discomfort I find in the new position. I feel the warmth of his left hand against the small of my back, and then the other hand moves from its resting place at my backside. I brace, suspecting that the commencement of my spanking may now be imminent. “Tell me what you desire, Lydia?”

I hear his voice from over the top of me. It sounds like such a distance now. I hesitate, unwilling to once again vocalise the crude needs I feel. All at once the weight of his palm is upon me, creating a small wave of air, and then the loud crack as our flesh connects. I cannot help but gasp at the contact, the sharp sting warming my bare cheeks at once.

“Tell me, Lydia!” This is much less a question and more of a command. The intonation resonates within me deeply, especially as I find myself once again over my guardian’s lap.

“To be spanked, My Lord, Thomas,” I reply in a rush. “I desire to be spanked!”

He greets my words with a fresh strike. It connects with my sitting spot perfectly, catching both upturned cheeks and making contact with my most needy place below. The fresh sting rouses me, sending a gush of desire whipping through me.

“Is this what you need?” he asks, spanking me again, this time hitting the left cheek, and then the right.

Below him I squeeze my eyes shut, ready to absorb the sensations his hand offers, and yet somehow unable to process the utter denigration of finding myself completely naked and upturned over his lap. “Yes,” I whimper, almost at the same time that he spanks me again.

“Yes. What?” He punctuates his words with sharp swats to my backside.

“Yes, My Lord!” I reply in a gasp.

Three further spanks land in fast succession, each connecting with my sitting spot, and I suspect rather deliberately catching the throbbing wetness pooling at the summit of my legs.

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You can read all about Lydia’s learning in Taming Lady Lydia, which is released with Stormy Night Publications on 8th September!

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The first encounter…

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I may be on holiday this week, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still send you a #WIPItUp update from the poolside! 😉 This week I bring you the very first encounter between Lord Thomas Markham and Lady Lydia Franklin, from my forthcoming hot new spanking romance, Taming Lady Lydia! As you will see, the spoiled Lydia will learn that Thomas is not going to indulge her whim…

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The appearance of Gregory and several other serving staff is opportune, breaking the growing tension in the room. As the first course is presented before me, the butler appears at my left shoulder, holding a decanter of the offending liquid.

“Would My Lady like a glass of the wine?”

The question appears to be offered to Lord Markham, and not myself. I glance at Gregory, throwing him my most withering look. “Yes,” I reply in an unnecessarily clipped tone, “she would.”

Sensing my acrimony, he visibly flinches at my words as he leans toward the glass already at my place on the table.

“No.”

Lord Markham’s voice is so loud that both Gregory and I jump at the sound of it. I eye him wildly, my face demanding an explanation for both the tenor and the content of his assertion. Seeing two sets of enquiring eyes awaiting him, he smiles, seemingly in his element.

“My Lord?” asks Gregory, seeking clarification from his master.

“No, thank you, Gregory,” comes the now much calmer response. “Her Ladyship is not of an age where intoxicating beverages should be served.”

I watch him from my seat, utterly astounded at his words. “Excuse me, My Lord,” I begin. “I am nineteen years old, and no longer an infant!”

Lord Markham tilts his head in my direction, before dismissing his servant with a wave of his right hand. “It is my understanding, Lady Franklin, that you are not nineteen until the seventeenth day of March—some five months from now?”

“Yes,” I admit. “What I mean to say is that I am nearly nineteen years old, My Lord!”

He smiles again. “Yes, My Lady, and even then you are my legal responsibility until you are twenty-one years old. Is this not correct?”

Anger pulses under the surface of my skin at my denigrating treatment. Aunt Jane had always permitted me a small glass of wine, or sometimes port in the late evening. I fail to understand why Lord Markham cannot afford me the same privilege. “I do not appreciate being treated like a child, My Lord,” I reply in little more than a hiss.

His stare is dark as he answers me. “Please do not behave as such then, Lady Franklin, and I shall have no need to treat you that way. Now, tell me, are you currently under the legal age of twenty-one?”

I draw in a deep breath between my teeth. “Yes, My Lord,” I say grudgingly.

“Good, then there is no cause for dispute. Gregory, please pour Lady Franklin a glass of water whilst we eat.”

I catch his eye as this latest order is given, and I see a flicker of something there I cannot decipher.

“My Lady,” he continues, gesturing to my plate with his left hand. “Please do enjoy your food.”

I concede the point, allowing my hunger to ultimately decide for me, and collect the correct cutlery from my place.

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Regency spanking romance by Felicity Brandon.

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Taming Lady Lydia

Coming Friday, 8th September, 2017.

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“You are in charge.”

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It’s Saturday, and I think you know what that means… Assume the position, and here we go with another sizzling snippet from my current WIP – the sequel to the hotly-anticipated, Taming Lady Lydia

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“My cravat was not intended to be a pleasurable gag, Lydia,” he tells me, guiding my mouth towards his face with the with his large palm. “It helped to remind you how to control your mouth, and which of us makes the rules in this marriage.”

I am now just inches from his strong jaw, and I want so desperately to kiss the stubble there. Perhaps sensing my desire, he tilts his head, capturing my chin and drawing my attention back to his eye-line. “Which of us is that, Lydia?”

I squirm under the weight of his expression; his green orbs ooze a quiet, knowing authority. “You, Thomas,” I whisper, my words spilling out in a rush. “You are in charge.”

Just saying the words aloud makes my core liquefy.

“That’s correct, my love,” he purrs seductively at me. “I am in charge. So if I ask you to refrain from speaking on a subject for a specific period of time, I do expect you to obey me.”

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His Firm Direction

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Today I am pleased to be joined by fellow Stormy Night Publications author, Alexis Alvarez, and her latest hot release, His Firm Direction!

In this scorching book, we meet Cleo Martinello. When she is offered the lead role in a bold, controversial new play by Axel Masters, the hottest off-Broadway director in the country,  the twenty-seven-year-old actress is delighted. As rehearsals get underway, however, she finds herself having trouble getting into the mindset of her character, a woman whose firm-handed husband spanks her when she is disobedient.

After Cleo’s difficulty playing her part convincingly leads to a public confrontation with Axel, she worries that she will be fired, but instead the handsome director calls her into his office, scolds her for her petulant attitude, and then suggests that she is in desperate need of the kind of stern correction the character she is struggling to play receives from her fictional husband.

To her surprise, being reprimanded like a naughty girl proves to be intensely arousing for Cleo, and soon enough she is lying over Axel’s lap with her bare bottom exposed for a thorough spanking. His bold dominance leaves her begging to be taken long and hard, and a passionate romance quickly blossoms between them.

Cleo’s new understanding of what it means to submit to a man’s strict discipline pays off on stage, but as the positive reviews pour in she cannot help wondering what will happen to their relationship after the curtain falls on the last showing of the play. Is Axel truly in love with her, or does he see her as nothing more than an actress in need of his firm direction?

Publisher’s Note: His Firm Direction includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Read on for a sexy little teaser to help whet your whistle…

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“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will do what you say,” she said, forcing the words out.

“You’ll love it,” he promised. “Take off your panties.”

“Right now?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

“Are you supposed to argue, or just do it?”

“Do it, I guess.”

“You guess?” He crossed his arms. “You just earned yourself five extra spanks. You going for ten extra?”

“No! That’s not fair! You can’t give me extras. I don’t even, I’ve never even been spanked.” But the idea of being held down and given an extra punishment was somehow so arousing that she squirmed and pressed her thighs together, even while indignation surged through her at his cavalier confidence.

“All the more reason to be obedient your first time, then, I’d think,” he said. “Ten it is. If you don’t want it to be fifteen, give me the panties right now.” He held out his hand.

She hesitated, licked her lip, then slowly wiggled the fabric down over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out carefully, then extended her hand. “Here.”

“Thank you.” He tucked them into his jeans pocket, letting the lacy strings stick out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?

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Taming Lady Lydia

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Sizzling sexual tension…

#WipItUpWednesday

Welcome to #WIPItUpWednesday, and with it, more from my current work(s) in progress. This week I want to bring you a little snippet from the sequel to Taming Lady Lydia, and in this scene Thomas is up to his old tricks again…

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I swallow hard at the sheer gratification of the scene, all too aware of the painful surge of arousal at my groin. Drawing in a deep breath, I move towards her bound and spread-eagled body, pressing myself against her exposed flesh. “So, you do remember?” I ask, barely hiding the growl which leaves my throat.

She gasps, the sound rushing from her hot mouth in a matter of seconds. Instinctively she raises her head to find where my voice has come from, her chin resting against the hardness of my chest.

“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice desperate. Without the use of her eyes, she is clearly more vexed by the bondage than usual. “I am sorry, My Lord…”

A surge of desire floods my body, propelling my hardness in her direction. I push my groin against her outstretched thigh, hearing the low moan which greets it. At that moment, my arousal seems to peak, and I fight to compose myself. Something about the resonance from her lips stirs me in the most profound way, and I capture the soft sound of her desperation with my hard, eager mouth. She stops fighting at once, opening herself to my desire the way petals open at the first ray of the sun. Sinking my fingers into the length of her golden tresses, I use my left arm to hold her slim body against me as I claim her mouth.

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Taken by the Barbarian…

The Never Ending blog tour.

A Virgin princess meets a fierce barbarian warlord

This week, the Never Ending Blog tour brings us the awesome, April Vine, and her steamy science fiction spanking romance, Taken by the Barbarian!

Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.

To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.

Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?

Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

If you love your romance crammed with hot sexy alpha males and spanking, read on for the steamy excerpt…

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If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all and this time nothing he said would stop her from leaving. His commands to stay, to come back at once and she’d be sorry if she didn’t, trailed behind her. All she needed was her bed.

“Saraska.” The magnificent power and overwhelming dictatorial strength in his tone as he bellowed her name finally stopped her dead in the path.

He had never uttered her name before and saying it that way instilled a unique quality in her to obey him. She feared him because he was an unknown and yet in that same instance, some other force compelled her to submit to him, if only to see what her name falling from his lips did to his face if he said it gently and with kindness.

Slowly she turned around and found herself staring at his wide hard chest. How had he closed the distance between them so silently?

“You have not been eating.” He didn’t ask the question; he stated it as a fact.

She said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest again as a meager attempt to protect herself from him. He raised her chin with his finger and her spine threatened to fold with a thousand tingles.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said. Why couldn’t she stop her eyelids from flickering open and staring into his dark green gaze, like an abyss of the forbidden?

“You can’t make me eat, Alien,” she said, defiance making her braver.

“I can make you do anything I want you to do, slave.”

She swallowed but maintained her brave face. So far he done exactly as he chose when it came to her, never asking her feeling or opinion. He dictated and expected his demands to be executed. Well, she was not one of his subjects. She would never be, no matter how much he tried to break her. She was an Actual born princess. And he was a barbaric Alien Warlord.

“Then I object,” she said. “Since you’ve so generously given me to Jacob, he should be the one to discipline me and not you. I am his slave after all.”

“You would rather let someone else touch you?” The ripple in his hard square and inexorable jaw frightened her as did the low threatening husk in his voice, but only for a moment.

“I would have anyone who is not you, touch me.” She jerked away from him but didn’t flee to safety even though her mind begged her to do so.

“Will you clean the sus-sty, water the crops, bake the bread, wash the clothes, and feed the galluses?”

“No,” she said and raised her head.

He gripped the back of the chair Gertrude sat in sometimes as she feed those feathered things that looked like birds of a very strange variety but couldn’t fly. They called them galluses. She knew all this because Gertrude would tell her things about her bizarre planet every night. She fell asleep for those short bouts of sleep to the sound of the kind lady’s voice.

He dropped his body into the seat, his long legs spread wide.

“On Sentara, disobedience will earn you a spanking. As a resident you are required to follow the rules. Now lift your nightdress and lie over my lap,” he instructed.

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