When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.
Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.
Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm, or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?
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When her newly married sister returns home for a visit and brings along her husband and his brother, Andrew Hunter, twenty-year- old Lettie Waterford soon becomes enthralled by the serious, darkly handsome gentleman. But despite her best efforts to impress Andrew, it isn’t long before Lettie’s sharp tongue earns her a stern scolding, and when her unladylike behaviour continues she quickly ends up over his knee with her bottom bared for a well-deserved spanking.
Though the strict chastisement leaves her sore and sobbing, as Andrew comforts her gently after the punishment Lettie finds herself imagining what it would be like to have a man like him for a husband. When she is invited to visit her sister’s new home, Lettie is thrilled at the opportunity to spend more time with Andrew, but as the days pass she cannot help wondering why he has not begun to court her. Will he ever see her as more than a naughty girl in need of correction?
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Lettie had barely registered the sting of the first spank when the second followed… and then the third.
“You must stop!”
The humiliation! The pure mortification, as Annabel would say! For someone of Lettie’s cold detachment and unassailable archness to be imposed upon in as shameful and undignified a way as this was simply unbearable.
“I will do no such thing,” he contradicted, continuing to spank her through the unconscionably thin material of her drawers. “You, Miss Waterford, have had this spanking coming for a very long time.”
Lettie was beside herself. She cried out, kicked her feet, and tried with all her might to wriggle away. Mr. Hunter’s only response was to pause and, without ceremony, pull her drawers apart.
For a moment, Lettie was so shocked that she could scarce draw breath. Oh, Lord, he had bared her! How would she ever be able to look him in the face again, after this? Never had she felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so utterly undone.
In vain did she try to reach back and cover herself with her hand, to wrench back some of her tattered modesty, but it was no use; Mr. Hunter merely caught her wrist and pressed it down into the small of her back.
“You are no gentleman!” she wailed.
His hand connected hard with her bare bottom, and the sound it made was shockingly loud in comparison to what had gone before.
“No!”
“Yes, Lettie,” he said firmly, his sturdy palm smacking down onto her exposed bottom with ever-increasing speed and severity. “And I assure you that I am a gentleman. I intend no dishonour or outrage upon your person. However, I am well aware that a spanking over skirts and petticoats will have far less of an effect than one on the bare bottom and I fully intend for you to learn your lesson today.”
Lettie gasped and whimpered as each smack of his hand increased the burning and throbbing in her poor naked bottom. It was not fair! How did he dare to take such a liberty?
“You… have… no right…” she forced out through gritted teeth, her face wet with tears of pain and humiliation.
Mr. Hunter delivered an extra hard smack to the underside of Lettie’s cheeks that made her cry out. “I have assumed the right, as a member of your extended family and in the absence of anyone more qualified to take you in hand. If you do not wish to repeat this experience, Laetitia, then I suggest you behave better in future.”
His voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”
The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”
“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.
“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.
He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”
My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”
The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”
My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as though escape is even an option available to me.
“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”
It’s hump day, and it’s time for a sneak peek into one of my current WIP’s, this time from the follow up to my latest Regency spanking romance release, Taming Lady Lydia… In this sexy snippet, we get a feel for what married life is like for Lord Thomas and his new bride.
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He is behind me. The heat of his breath makes it as evident as the sound of his movement. About time, I muse… The remorse I felt at my earlier confession having given way to indignation and resentment about the duration of time Thomas has made me wait. I know of course, that this is all part of the game. I am not in control – a point which my nudity and bondage reinforces with crystal clarity. Yet something about the sounds coming from my husband in the last few moments has made me wonder just how much he is enjoying this moment – watching me squirm in my shame and servitude, whilst he takes every ounce of pleasure from the sight of me.
“Lydia.” His tone is devilish, and garners my attention at once.
I turn my head to the right, searching the velvet blackness for his face.
“Are you ready to be punished for your dishonesty, my love?”
I sigh, allowing the weight of my head to fall forward with resignation. I have waited this long and yet my real punishment has not even begun… The thought is demoralising.
“Yes, My Lord,” I answer, trying to remain as deferential as I can be and not earn myself yet more torment.
“Good,” he purrs, his voice now behind me. “In light of your recent misdemeanours, I am going to introduce you to my strap, but never fear – I will begin leniently…”
I tense at once. His strap? Can he be serious? I had eyed the thing a few weeks ago when Thomas had been introducing me to the rooms he reserves for his sensual and filthy play, but never had he indicated a desire to use it on me. Until now.
“Thomas, please…” The words are past my lips before I can censor them, and I freeze instinctively at my mistake.
“Lydia…” His tone is playful, and yet I know I will have just played right into his hands by speaking without permission. “Did I ask you to speak?”
I squeeze my hands, still bound at the wrists, into small balls, feeling my nails cutting into my skin. How could I be so stupid? It is as though I actually want him to strap me! “No, My Lord,” I begin. “But please, I beseech you, spare me the strap? I swear I will never seek to gain new possessions without your approval first!”
My legs below me begin to tremble, as though the tension running through my body becomes too much for them to bear. His hand come to rest on my left shoulder, the palm warm against my cool skin. “Hush, Lydia,” he coos, and once again his breath tickles the back of my neck. “Be calm, my love. Remember what I have told you in the past. I will punish you, but never will I harm you. Your welfare is my paramount concern in all things.”
I nod my head at his words, but can already feel the emotion threatening to re-emerge from behind my blindfold. “Yes, Thomas, but…”
The weight of one of his digits’ lands gently against my mouth, halting my statement in an instant. “There are no buts, my love,” he says, softly into my hair. “There is just you, and me, and the trust that exists between us. When you deliberately set out to deceive me, that trust falters. Do you understand?”
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It sounds like Lady Lydia is in trouble… again! 😉
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It’s hump day, and this week I bring a moment of quiet serenity between Lord Markham and Lady Lydia, because even the most carnal couples need love and intimacy…
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“What just transpired between us, Thomas?” I ask, dreamily.
He chuckles lightly at my question. “I think you know, my love,” he says, kissing the top of my forehead.
“Well, yes,” I admit. “Yet it was more than that, wasn’t it? It felt more…?”
“I think each time we love each other it feels a little more?” He offers the explanation whilst leaning on his right elbow, looking down upon me.
I consider his words, but find that they do not sufficiently explain the breadth of what I feel. “I think it was the crop…” I confess, burying myself into his chest as the admission leaves my lips.
“Yes,” he breaths into my hair. “You did seem to enjoy it more this time?”
I sigh, the sound resonating deeply within me. “It is wondrous – and awful – all at the same time?” I risk a glance up to his face, as I offer my account.
“I will never deliver more than you can handle,” he promises.
I swallow at his sensual expression. “I know,” I whisper.
“It seems,” he says, drawing himself down so that we are now eye to eye. “That you are more and more relishing my darkness, Lydia?”
“I relish every part of you,” I reply, but then seeing his expression I stop. “Yes, I think you are right,” I affirm.
He kisses me once more, the act a sensual connection between us. “The more I push you in that dark direction, the more you respond, my love,” he says, his eyes boring into me.
“The more you push me there,” I correct him. “The more you make the mundane seem unpalatable.”
The last thing I remember is the sinful look on his face as I slip finally into a satiated slumber.
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It’s Saturday, and my new Regency spanking romance, Taming Lady Lydia is finally out there, available to download to your e-readers right now! In order to celebrate, I am sharing a scorching little spanking snippet for #SatSpanks… Things are heating up for Thomas and Lydia in this scene, and it’s time for the ominous crop to make a new appearance.
Regency spanking romance by Felicity Brandon.
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I moan through the gag at him, the sound more guttural a noise than I have ever heard from my own mouth before. It seems to please him, and he leans over me, gently stroking my golden curls away from my face. “Just wait until you have tasted my crop,” he promises carnally. “I vow to claim you in the most deeply passionate way until you are screaming into that gag.”
My eyes widen at his promise, but before I can force a response through the silk, he has gone, stalking his way around to my waiting bottom. I try to catch my breath, aware vaguely of what is to come, and yet too damn excited to build the necessary fear about it. The bed shifts behind me, and I feel the lightest touch at my left hip. I breathe noisily, waiting for the feeling of the crop against my skin, the feeling of the binds and the gag serving only to reinforce the notion that I belong to Thomas, and I am his to tie and lash as he chooses.
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Good morning, today is the day! Not only is it Friday, but my long awaited, new Regency spanking romance, Taming Lady Lydia is finally released today! {does happy dance.}
I have been desperate to bring you the torrid tale of Lord Thomas Markham, and his little spoiled ward, Lydia Franklin, and now – for the first time – you can grab the book for yourself right here!
Taming Lady Lydia is, beyond doubt, the most sensual and potent love affair I have ever penned. The Regency setting is perfect for all of those sizzling scenes of anticipation and desire. There is so much yearning, and very little opportunity to express a Lady’s true feelings… Needless to say, Lydia’s sexual liberation begins at the hands of her strict, new guardian, Thomas.
Here’s the blurb to whet your appetites just a little further…
When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.
Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.
Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?
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He leans back against the desk, stretching out his long limbs. “Very well, Lydia. I now understand your motivations for being in the library, but I will add that I do not condone your behaviour there. Surely you know better than to act this way?”
Blanching, I find myself biting my lower lip as I answer. “I do. I know it was wrong, but Thomas, I was just so enraged by the accusation against Lucy!” I spread my arms wide to illustrate the exasperation I feel. His face remains impassive, and he is clearly unmoved by my plea as I press on. “My Lord, may I ask about the details of the accusation now?”
He stands, moving back toward me. “You may,” he says, pressing a long kiss into my forehead. “You may always ask me about things in private.” He emphasizes the final word, and instinctively I raise my head to look into his eyes. “It seems that the countess has made the allegation…”
“The countess?” I ask, stunned that she may have a hand in this event.
“Mmmm,” he agrees. “Apparently one of her pieces was taken from the vanity dresser in the guest room, and since Lucy has been looking after her today, she reported the theft to Gregory.”
“Taken?” I repeat. “Perhaps it has just been moved, or misplaced?”
“Perhaps,” agrees Thomas. “Gregory had just raised the issue with me, and I was talking to Lucy about the matter when you arrived so unexpectedly…”
“Oh,” I reply, feeling the guilt spread into heat across my face.
“Indeed,” he says, a small smile crossing his lips.
“Thomas, I am sorry,” I reply. “I could just hear the desperation in Lucy’s voice, and I wanted to protect her!”
“A very honourable act,” he agrees, a trace of a sardonic tone in his voice. “But I wonder why you could not trust me to manage this? Have I not always been fair and reasonable? Do you think I would have punished Lucy without proof?”
“No,” I whimper, feeling more awful as each moment goes on. Thomas is right; I should have trusted him enough to know he would be just and rational. “I was so wrong, Thomas,” I confess, my eyes burning with tears.
“You were, my love,” he says, embracing me. “You must learn to trust me. Know that I will always listen to you, and that I will support you. But…” I tense at the sudden change in his tone. “That does not mean that I will not take you in hand.”
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My hot new Regency spanking romance is released on 8th September!
My excitement is palpable! It’s only four days now until Taming Lady Lydia is live for e-readers, and I can officially bring you the passionate story of Lord Thomas Markham and his ward, Lady Lydia.
To whet your appetites for the forthcoming release, I am thrilled to be able to share a new snippet from the book. In this scene, Lord Markham is bringing Lydia to rights, and asking her to be accountable for her behaviour. Lady Lydia has been rather too indulged up to this point in her life, and it’s the first time that she has ever had to answer for her actions…
This is a pivotal moment in their story, and marks the juncture when they first collide. Lydia realises, maybe too late, that she does need to ask for Thomas’ pardon.
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“My Lord, I need to apologise for my behaviour. You are right, you deserve better than my lies and manipulation.” I hesitate, looking into his face for clues about how my contrition is being received. Lord Markham’s features give little away. “I am sorry to have shown you such disrespect…”
“Disrespect and disobedience, My Lady.”
My eyes widen at his words, and I want to protest, but a simple wave of his hand tells me to halt.
“Yes—disobedience. I asked you outright at breakfast what it was that had troubled you, and you lied directly to my face. You are my ward—my responsibility—and you cannot be honest about such a simple thing. Does this not strike you as disobedient?”
I want to tell him that it does not. The untruth, whilst shameful in the light of day, does not constitute outright waywardness. I open my mouth to speak as I catch the fierce light in his green eyes. “I would not say disobedience, My Lord,” I counter as diplomatically as I can.
“Really, My Lady?” He saunters away to my left, beginning a circle around me as he continues. “Then what would you say?”
“I am defiant,” I say, wringing my hands in front of me with uncharacteristic penitence. “And I am wilful. These things are in my nature, My Lord. I fear I cannot change them!”
As he completes his circle, I find him standing back in front of me again, Slowly, his right hand raises from his waistcoat, and to my surprise it comes to rest against the left side of my face. Here his large thumb brushes against my cheek, before tucking a strand of my hair back within the confines of its bonnet. The feeling of his skin against mine is startling, and for the longest time I am unable to take a breath at all. It is at this moment that his hand ducks down the side of my face, and I feel one of his long digits beneath my chin. Without words, he uses the finger to lift my chin, so that our eyes once again lock.
“You will find that these things will change, My Lady, if you desire to respect your late father’s wishes, and remain here in my house.”
His tone is low and certainly not threatening, and yet something about his words and the intensity in his eyes sends me reeling. I feel my chest rising and falling below me, and for a long moment I am almost panting as I consider what he has told me. I have never been challenged before, least of all in such a way, and not once by a gentleman who appears to be so good at captivating me.
“I…” I stutter, trying to collect my thoughts. “I do not know what to say, My Lord.”
He smiles, releasing his gentle hold on my chin, but moving just a fraction closer to gaze down over his new ward. “Well, do you wish to stay here—at Markham Hall?”
The question is a fair one, particularly as I myself had articulated a desire to leave this place and return to my aunt in London less than a day ago. I shake my head a little as I recall my earnest appeal to him at supper, and yet now—now I find a longing to remain which is far greater than I had ever imagined. I wonder if the root cause of this new craving is the gentleman who now stands towering over me.
I raise my head and look him directly in the eyes—a little of the defiance on show for my guardian—as I reply. “I would like to remain at Markham Hall, My Lord… If you will still have me?”
He draws in a breath at my answer, as though he has been secretly burned by the words. “I meant what I have said, My Lady. I take my responsibility for you seriously, and I mean to be a good guardian. I would very much like you to remain here, with me.”
There is a twinkle of light in his gaze as he speaks, and for a moment I wonder if I have just imagined it there. As the corners of his lips curl though, I am convinced that I did not.
“What do you propose then, My Lord?” My voice trembles out of instinct as I ask him the question now looming in my mind.
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What Lord Markham proposes changes the dynamic between them, and stirs an irresistible yearning that Lydia is unable to supress…
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It’s Saturday, so surely it must be time for another spanking? 😉 This week, my #SatSpanks snippet is taken from a dream sequence in Taming Lady Lydia. The book, which is set to be released in less than a week now (how exciting is it to be able to say that?!) sees Lydia’s yearning for Thomas’ discipline stirring from the things she has witnessed. This curiosity spirals into outright desire, and this longing translates into one potent night of dreaming…
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His hands are on me in an instant. One rests against my shoulder blade, stroking the fabric covering my skin with gentle circular motions. The other begins at the backs of my knees, gliding its digits north to where my behind awaits its attention. I am aware of each sensation, the tension in me building from a low hum to a constant vibrating need. By the time his right hand has reached the orbs of my bottom I am holding my breath in anticipation of what is to come. The contact is fleeting, and I imagine his palm raised over my body as I had witnessed earlier. The thought is splintered as it reconnects with my flesh, the sting burning through the thick fabric of my gown.
Before I can truly process the sensation the hand has left me again, coming back down hard, this time on the right cheek alone. I wince, allowing my head to fall forward as the same force is used against my other buttock. The strikes continue, varying in pace and intensity. Initially each one hurts a lot, and I force my lips to still, fighting the instinct to call a halt to proceedings at once. I want this—I need this—stop fighting, Lydia… Gradually the tension in me lessens, and the urge to resist wanes. I can still feel the blows, registering each one on some subliminal level, and yet as they rain over me my mind relaxes. And it is then—right at this most critical juncture—that the desire already swimming between my legs comes to life.
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Follow Lydia’s fantasies, and see if she can yield to everything Thomas promises to deliver. Taming Lady Lydia will be live on Friday, 8th, September, 2017.
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This Wednesday, my #WIPItUp contribution lands us right in to the action where Thomas and Lydia are concerned… We find Lady Lydia (from my forthcoming release, Taming Lady Lydia) in the middle of a spanking, and in this hot snippet we get to share a little of the intoxicating chemistry between these two beguiling characters.
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I press my face, my breasts, and my small palms into the soft bedding, feeling each smack as Thomas delivers them. There is something strangely cathartic about the whole experience; willingly yielding to him seems so brazen and erotic. By the time we reach the twentieth strike, I can feel my hips rising to meet the new spank, and then raining down hard upon his lap, searching for the carnal sensations they hope to find during the spanking.
In the torrent that follows I find the solace I am searching for. Thomas’ hands work together, simultaneously chastising and absolving me. His left hand delivers the penalty, whilst the right one soothes my upper back and shoulders with sensual, soft caresses. I am lost to it, consumed completely with the pain of the sound spanking against my bare bottom, and the way my mind processes it into something wholly wonderful.
At some point the spanking stops, his hand settling against my inflamed behind. I hear him panting over me, and I push myself into the growing hardness at my hip like the wanton woman I have become. He groans—an unconscious, reflexive response to my movement—and the next thing I know his fingers dip between my cheeks. Fleetingly I recall the first time he had explored me this way at Markham Hall. It was only yesterday, and yet I had been reticent to permit the action, despite the enjoyment it gave me. Now however, I find myself eager for him to do so, silently willing his fingers on.
One digit strokes me, heading toward my wet seam and probing gently between the lips there. I gasp, opening my eyes to see him as he plays me like an instrument of his own. His eyes are large and dark, the lids once again low over his green orbs. His face looks like he is caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
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