Chosen by the High Judge by Jaye Peaches

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Sentenced to an ancient ordeal, Zara must pay for her naughtiness with judicial spankings.

This Tuesday, the Never Ending Blog Tour brings us, Jaye Peaches, and her deliciously naughty release, Chosen by the High Judge.

After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.

Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?

Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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“You’re a prisoner. You will earn my trust. If you behave, then I shall reward you with greater liberties. The first test is to take down your pants and bend over my lap. Now!”

Her mouth hung open for a few seconds. “But… but why?”

“Your ass needs tempering. And, I want to punish it.” He touched the back of the chair as if to claim it. “It’s time you took responsibility for the trouble you’re in, or have you forgotten what a naughty human you’ve been?”

The reprimand was the sort of silly thing her father might say to her when she’d done something wrong—naughty girl, Zara. Except when Galen said the words, they didn’t sound the slightest bit silly. He’d given them an edge, a hardness in his tone that made her pulse race and her skin tingle.

He pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he sat on the chair, drew her down and over his lap, and began to pull down her waistband. He dragged her pants down to her knees and as she wriggled, he did the same to her panties. No cool rush of air hit her skin; she was too hot to feel anything remotely refreshing. She clenched her ass cheeks tight together and went rigid.

Was this any less humiliating than being tied to a post and whipped while the world watched on? Probably, it certainly felt that way.

The smack of his hand on her ass caused her to jump up, so he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back, then hooked his leg over hers, preventing her from rising up. The next smack drove her deeper onto his lap until she felt the hard muscles of his thighs.

She squawked as he continued to switch from one buttock to another at a rapid pace and the noise echoed around his office in a horrible way, as if her bottom had been turned into a drum set.

“Oh, ow, ow!” she howled, feeling each slap meet her tense cheeks. She knew she should try to calm down, but she couldn’t. The more she battled against him, the harder his hand came down and the worse it felt.

She’d never been spanked before. It wasn’t horrendously painful or even agonizing, but it still damn well hurt. She tried to twist her bottom to one side, but he’d locked her in place with his firm grip.

“Keep still, little human,” he commanded and rained down a few more smacks.

Little human!

What an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles. Now her legs were completely bare.

“You will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.

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A Naughty New Year

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It’s only February, and if you’re still swept up in New Year, then I have the perfect story for you…  In A Naughty New Year (only available only as part of the Mischief under the Mistletoe Anthology) we meet Kelly Evans. She’s nearly six months pregnant when her Dom husband, Jim, suggests they invite their closest friends over for a private New Year’s Eve party. Just a friendly get together, nothing kinky, and no champagne for either of the girls, since Kelly’s friend, Tiffany, was a month along further than she was. Given it’s New Year’s Eve, Kelly feels Jim’s no-champagne edict isn’t fair, but Jim warns her if she goes against his wishes, she will be punished. Though Kelly understands Jim’s reasoning, she still feels he’s merely being over-protective, and as much as she loves him a sip of champagne never hurt anyone. That is until now.

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When the other couple had left, Kelly regarded Jim with an uncertain look. “Would you have really punished Tiffany if she’d stayed?”

“You ever hear me make an idle threat?”

“No, Sir.”

“I’d say you got your answer, then. Why don’t we go to bed? We can clean up in the morning.”

“Bed?”

“Bedroom,” he corrected. “You and I have some unfinished business to see to before we go to sleep. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Are you angry?” she asked softly.

Jim understood Kelly sought some reassurance from him, but he’d already buffered his response quite a bit in the kitchen and wasn’t sure further comforting would be in her best interest. So, he folded his arms across his chest and stared down at her. “No. Not angry. Did you drink champagne tonight?”

“Yes, Sir.” She bent her head as her voice emerged with the tentativeness of a frightened child. “Then, I suggest you go ready yourself while I fetch the cane.”

Her head snapped up. “Cane? But you said you’d use your hand.”

“No. I only stated the number you’d be receivin’, not how I intended to deliver ’em.”

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Taming His Virgin Wife

Will patience and discipline be enough to save their marriage?

This Tuesday, I bring you a sexy domestic discipline release from Olivia Starke! In Taming His Virgin Wife, we meet Melody and Lucas…

Melody:
I never expected forever when I married Lucas all those years ago. It was a dare, encouraged by one too many vodka shots. It’s surprising neither of us annulled the marriage. But the truth is, I can’t be a wife, not to any man, not even to sweet, wonderful Lucas, thanks to the monsters of my past that still haunt me to this day.

By some miracle, when I was desperate to save my brother, Lucas reappeared in my life. Lucas, who’d helped me so many times in the six months I’d shared his home as a sixteen-year-old foster kid. I had little choice but to take his offer—move with him to his Wyoming ranch and be his wife, for real this time. Lucas doesn’t know the reason I need the money, and it’s a secret I can’t tell.

Lucas:
Running into Melody in an Iowa bar seemed like fate. And when I heard she’s in trouble, I have to help her, because I’ve always felt protective over Melody. In my heart, she’s always been mine.

Now, that she’s with me at Devil Creek Ranch, I find it impossible to ignore the feelings I’ve carried for her since I was a seventeen-year-old kid. I want a wife, a partner in life as well as in my bed, but I know Melody is hiding something from me. Something I fear may drive us apart in the end.

 Publisher’s Note: This sweet romance contains elements of power exchange, adult language and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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“You’re my wife, Melody. I have a right to know what’s going on in your life.”

His angry tone added fuel to her rising temper. She needed an outlet for the mess of emotions she was feeling—guilt, pain, sadness, confusion. But she had no place to put them except deep inside. She jumped to her feet, and tried to brush past Lucas to get to her bedroom. She didn’t want to argue.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm, “we’re not done here.”

She tried to jerk her arm away but he held fast.

“Let me go,” she hissed.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on, Melody.”

“Let me go,” she repeated.

“You will obey me in my own home.”

Obey? She hadn’t agreed to obey anyone.

“I’m not one of your employees, Lucas.”

When she tried to jerk her arm away again, and he didn’t release her, her temper snapped. She slapped him hard across the face, the sound of the blow echoing loudly in the room. Lucas’ face turned a frightening shade of red, and it took Melody several moments to realize what she’d done.

“So, that’s how it is, is it?” Lucas said through his teeth.

Fear swept through Melody. He’d kick her out now. She’d lost any hope of saving her brother’s life.

Lucas bent down, picked her up, and flung her over his shoulder. Shocked, she squealed as he marched down the hallway and into her bedroom. He deposited her on her bed, but kept hold of her as he sat down next to her. The next thing she knew she was draped across his lap, face down, and bottom up. She sputtered, and tried to wriggle away, but the palm of his hand came down on her backside in a stinging smack!

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Learning to be Little

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This Tuesday, I’m excited to bring you, Kathryn R. Blake’s latest age play romance, Learning to be Little.  In the book, and after a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly’s growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly’s attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn’t until he takes her home that she realizes just what she’s gotten herself into.

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“So even though I found you on the streets, you retain an aura of inexperience about you. In some ways, I suppose, I am your first, then.”

When she nodded again, he smiled. “That also pleases me more than I can say. Your innocence enchants me, little Kelly.”

“It does?”

“Very much so. Although your erotic education appears to be severely lacking, so we’ll begin tutoring you tonight by working to expand your vocabulary.”

“You want to give me a lesson in dirty talk? Now?”

“Oh, yes. However, I also need you to keep in mind that if you slip and say any of these words outside of this room, I shall have to punish you. These are big girl words. Little girls are never to use them. Understand?

Though she hadn’t expected him to offer her lessons in erotic language tonight, she’d play along. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed his finger inside her again. “Say, please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”

Her cheeks burning hotly, she gazed up at him in surprise.

He gave her thigh a light slap. “That was an order, and I expect to be obeyed. Disobedience will earn you smacks, even in here.”

Swallowing the lump of uncertainty lodged in her throat, she whispered, “Please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed two fingers into her as his thumb circled her clit.

“Ahh,” she sighed, her back bowing into an arch as her hips jerked in time with his thrusts. He knew precisely how to coax pleasure from her eager body.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, sir,” she managed through gritted teeth.

“Beg me to let you come.”

Her eyes snapped open. “What?”

He bent closer to her. “Say, ‘I want to come, sir. Please say that I may.’ ” His fingers didn’t stop their erotic stroking.

“I don’t understand.”

His fingers stilled, and she groaned. “I want to hear you beg for your orgasm.”

“What happens if I… come… anyway?”

“Ahh. Well, that would be considered an act of willful disobedience, so I would have to spank you.”

“You would? Why?’

“To intensify your pleasure, sweet one. Everything we do in this room will be for pleasure, Kelly. I don’t punish in here. At least not as a rule.”

“So, you spank for pleasure, too?”

His grin widened. “Most definitely.”

“But spankings hurt.”

“When interspersed with intimate caresses, they can also awaken nerve endings that feed the pleasure center of your brain.”

“I don’t think I’d like that.”

He chuckled. “Maybe not, but you won’t know until you try. Will you?”

“I guess not, but some other time, okay?”

Sitting back on his heels, he gazed down at her. “That’s not for you to decide.”

“Why not?”

“My room, my rules. I say what happens here and what doesn’t.” One eyebrow arched, and he pressed his fingers inside her again with a little more force than was comfortable. She grunted, then his middle finger curled slightly and his thumb returned to circling the tiny nub of sensitive flesh between her legs.

Kelly gasped.

“Don’t come until I give permission.”

“Please, sir,” Kelly begged, beginning to pant as the erotic sensations quickly built to the point that her legs shook from her efforts at restraint.

“Please what?” His attentions increased in tempo.

“Please let me come. Ahh,” Kelly cried out, her hips thrusting back in unison with his thrusts. Her entire body started to quake as she teetered on the edge of something wonderful.

“Come,” he whispered, and Kelly’s orgasm crashed like huge cymbals reverberating through her. Her arms and legs trembled as they rode the waves of incredible pleasure emanating from the tiny bud nestled in the juncture of her thighs. Unable to do anything but journey where her body took her, she closed her eyes until her breath emerged in open-mouthed gasps as her system floated down from its sensual flight.

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Kai by Valerie Ullmer

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This Tuesday, I’m pleased to bring you Kai by Valerie Ullmer.  There are two words that describe Kai. 

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Remote and Deadly.

And until six months ago, he was fine with that description. But when the vampire assassin spots a curvaceous woman, a human no less, who would come to fill his thoughts, he would gladly shake his persona for a moment in time with her. Instead, he kept his distance, watching out for her and learning more about her every time their paths crossed. But he had yet to speak to her. When a turn of events thrusts her into his solitary life, he must decide whether to complete his assignment, or protect her.

Olivia Sabin had dedicated her life to her work; finding a cure for cancer. She had hidden behind the mask of a scientist who cares little about anything beyond her laboratory, and for a long while she believed it herself. But when a mysterious man came to frequent the diner she visited nightly, her awareness of him devastated her concentration, and she came to look forward to the glimpses of him, however brief.

When she stumbles upon a horrific experiment at work, she knows he’s the only one she can turn to. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to protect him and others of his kind from the same fate. But first, she needs to find a way to get him to hear her explanation.

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Her eyes captured his.  A sliver of silver shone through as he stared right back at her from across the room.  Her eyes dropped and she watched his chest rise and fall with deep, harsh breaths.  He wasn’t unaffected by her touch, and she savored the evidence of his need for her, but he warred with himself about something her muddled brain couldn’t solve, so she decided to take the decision out of his hands.  Without any further thought, she reached for the hem of her shirt.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

Without an answer, she lifted the garment over her head and dropped it.  She ignored her trembling fingers as she raised them to the front opening of her bra, and with a snap of her fingers, the hooks detached and she shrugged it off.

Her cheeks fused with heat.  She’d never been as bold with another man, but she craved him in a way she couldn’t explain.  Her mind had taken a hiatus the second he touched her, and she refused to overthink the reasons why.  She wouldn’t allow logic to ruin this moment.  It was simple.  She wanted him, and unless he outright rejected her, she planned to seduce him.

Her numb fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans, but at that moment, he lunged at her, sweeping her up in his arms, and plundered her mouth.

His hands skimmed against the bare skin of her waist and moved them higher, until his generous hands cupped her breasts.  A harsh cry echoed around them as his thumbs brushed against her tight nipples, drawing out sensations she grew more and more addicted to.  A groan of protest escaped when he removed a hand, but when he tugged on the last remaining article of her clothing and the material ripped, she mewed in encouragement, hoping he would hurry.

Her hands skimmed underneath his Henley, and she sucked in a sharp breath as she encountered his hot skin.  Not leaving him any room to change his mind, she fumbled with the shirt until it rested near hers on the floor.

She pressed close to him, searching and finding his mouth after they’d been separated.  With his sculpted chest pressed against her soft one, her body felt scorched, as though she’d touched an open flame.  Keeping his mouth on hers, he removed the tattered remnants of her clothing, and yanked down his sweats, kicking them out of the way.

“Slow down, darlin’.  We have all night,” he growled as he nipped her lower lip.

Her hands splayed on his chest when a sudden thought popped into her head.  She blurted out her question before reason planted its ugly head.  “Can I touch you?”

A loud groan ripped from his throat, and he dropped his forehead against hers.  His breathing sounded as unsteady as hers, but she had no idea when she would have another opportunity to explore a man, much less a man who was as beautiful as Kai.  She waited for his answer, not wanting to rush him, or sway him one way or the other.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he said through gritted teeth.

She pushed at his chest until he looked at her.  He stepped back and put a little space between them.  His silver eyes shone with a brightness that reminded her of the sun emerging from the clouds, and they blinded her for a second.  She blinked to break the spell, and looked down at his powerful chest, heaving with deep breaths.

Moving with ease, she splayed her hands on the sinewy muscles and leaned forward, licking his damp pectoral, teasing him a little before her tongue flicked his nipple.  She leaned back and blew lightly on the wet, heated skin.  The muscles in his neck corded as he threw his head back and gasped at her motions.  Taking this as a good sign, she repeated with the other, until a near-constant snarl vibrated through his chest, the seductive reverberation traveling through her.

“You’re going to kill me with your lips alone.”

Kissing her way down his stomach, she smiled against his skin at his statement.

“Not before I feel you inside me,” she teased.

She continued with her exploration, barely aware of his strangled groan, taking the time to caress his hips and run her hands over his powerful thighs and around to his taut buttocks, all while not allowing herself a peek at his erection.  The anticipation of what she had yet to explore, and the examination of every inch of what made Kai, Kai, had set a deep, addictive throbbing inside her core.  She wanted him to find the same pleasure that he promised in his gaze, so when she dropped to her knees, she allowed herself to take his cock in her hand.  Instead of examining it as she would under normal circumstances, her tongue darted out and she had her first taste of his skin.

Unsure of how to proceed, she went with her instincts and flattened her tongue underneath the base, licking him in one long, fluid motion until she reached his tip.  One last, long lick drew a shout that turned into a low moan as she opened wide and engulfed the head of his cock.  She teased the tip, licking at his essence, before taking the rest deep in her mouth.

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Master Me, Please by BJ Wane

This week, I am pleased to host, BJ Wane’s latest hot BDSM romance, Master Me, Please.

In the book, Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also.  By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help.  One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle.  She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews.  He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday.  Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead.  A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else. 

Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed.  When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Brace yourself for a red-hot (18+) snippet from the book…

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A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses.  She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far.  All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all.  She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home.  The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it.  That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.

Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response.  She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.

“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks.  “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”

He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.

“Because this can’t end well for either of us.  Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.

The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat.  And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way.  A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge.  She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.

So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass.  That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments.  She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that.  When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk.  And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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In Need of Correction by Gracie Malling

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Let’s begin the new year proper with the hot new Regency, In Need of Correction, from Gracie Malling!

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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.”

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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?”

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