Lydia lands herself in trouble…

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It’s the final #WIPItUp Wednesday before the release of Taming Lady Lydia, and my selection this week sees her Ladyship in trouble… Again! 😉

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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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In the midst of it…

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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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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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Sizzling sexual tension…

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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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Tough, yet tender …

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This #WipItUp Wednesday, I am excited to bring you a soothing post-punishment moment from my new Regency spanking romance, Taming Lady Lydia. The book will be released on September 8th, and between now and then, I’ll be bringing you some more sensual, sexy snippets to whet your appetites! 😉

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“Hush, Lydia,” he says tenderly.

I sob against him, seeking his heat and strength. “I am sorry,” I whimper. “I do not usually act this way…”

He chuckles lightly, caressing the exposed side of my face with his thumb. “I suppose you are not usually punished with a crop for your behaviour?” he offers by means of an explanation.

I raise my head to see him, thinking what an awful state I must seem to be in now. “True,” I reply throatily. “But until you, no gentleman had ever corrected my behaviour at all.”

He presses his forehead into my own. “That is my responsibility now,” he whispers, “and one that I take seriously. But please know—I will never punish you in malice or anger.”

I nod my head to show my understanding. “I was not being unkind earlier,” he goes on. “I love bringing you pleasure, and I did so want to see you come apart. Your sapphire eyes are beautiful, Lydia, and they unlock a great many of your secrets.”
I sigh, recalling how sweet that pleasure had been. The memory feels almost distant now. “I did my best to keep my eyes open,” I murmur. “I think it is impossible though, to do so? Did you trick me, My Lord?”

He smiles. “Perhaps,” he admits. “Perhaps I just wanted a reason to play with my crop?” He pauses, looking down upon me with intense eyes. “I am not usually so whimsical. I fear it is the effect that you have on me, Lydia…”

“Whimsical?” A soft laugh leaves my lips for the first time in a while. “Thomas, you are the least impulsive person I have ever met!”

“Really?” he asks playfully. “Do you mean that I am cosseted and wilful like yourself, My Lady?”

I want to scowl at him, but the tender warmth we are sharing is simply too good to taint. “Perhaps,” I agree, smiling.

We stay this way for some time. He holds me, soothing me and slowly bringing me back from the brink. At some point, my lids become so heavy that I fade into dreams against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling me into sleep.

Sometime later, I am roused by the sensation of being lifted. I open one eye sleepily, aware of Thomas carrying my soporific body across the corridor and into my own room. His deep, tender voice whispers into my ear. “Come, my sweet Lydia. It will not do for Lucy to find you in my room tomorrow morning.”

He guides me into my own bed, pulling the soft covers over my body, and the last thing I remember is the warmth of the kiss he places against my half-open lips.

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Shameful recollections…

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It’s hump day again, and that means it’s time for another steamy look inside my forthcoming Regency spanking release!

This week, we join Lydia as she recalls the outrageous behaviour that Lord Thomas Markham inspires in her…

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It is sometime later when I find myself curled against Thomas in our huge, four-poster bed. The memories of our earlier debauchery swim in my mind, as though they are distant recollections, not the reminiscences of just a few hours ago. I watch the light slipping from the window, listening to the comforting sound of my husband’s heartbeat as I recollect our arrival back to the house. I was fortunately dressed again by this point, but much of our transgression must have been obvious from the condition of my day dress, which was soiled heavily by the grass and mud in which I had knelt.

Embarrassment stirs in me again, and I shift against his body, rousing him from his own thoughts. “Are you well, my love?” he murmurs, lifting his head to look down upon me.

I shift my face so that I can see him. He looks relaxed and gleeful, as well he might – and yet I cannot deny him the pleasure he desires – on this of all days. “Yes,” I whisper, with a nod of my head. “I was just thinking about our walk earlier.”

He smiles, knowing at once to what I refer. “Mmmm,” he answers, “we must walk there again soon. You looked most becoming on your knees in front of me.”

“Thomas!” I say, suppressing the natural blush which rises to my face. “You must not say such things!”

“Nonsense,” he replies flatly. “On the contrary, these are things which a husband should say to his wife.”

I sigh, not wanting to disagree. “I am pleased that you enjoyed it,” I say, bashfully, and he grins at my response.

“My love, claiming your mouth is as near to heaven as I am likely to get,” he replies with a wink.

I smile. “You are truly incorrigible!” I say, but I cannot help but laugh at his expression.

“Guilty,” he replies, and his grin broadens.

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A peek at something new…

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It’s hump day, it’s the summer holidays, and this author is juggling her writing commitments with her parenting ones! I need something to take my mind away from the daily grind, how about you?

If the answer is yes, then this is for you as much as it’s for me… This week I want to share an excerpt from my writing desk – a hot new contemporary spanking romance (with a secret naughty twist!)

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I draw in a deep breath, and move onto my left side to take a look at the Adonis who just screwed me into submission. Leaning on his right, outstretched arm, his eyes are closed, and his dark hair dishevelled, as he struggles to catch his breath. Christ, what a sight he is to behold. He is gorgeous, strong, powerful and absolutely amazing in bed! How did I manage to fall on my feet and land in this guy’s bed?

As though he reads my mind, those dark eyes flicker open. “Do you feel better now, girl?” he asks, his tone already goading me.

I bite my lip, considering how best to respond. Will I risk yet another spanking if I offer one of my usual sardonic responses? I’m not sure that my behind can take it! “Yes, thank you, sir,” I say, adding just enough emphasis to the final word to draw a smile from him.

In a flash those long arms move down and open, pulling me into a firm embrace. Despite the speed of his action, I do not resist him. In fact, strangely I welcome the interaction, wrapping myself against his hard body.

“It seems you’ll need to go back over my knee in the morning, young lady,” he murmurs into my hair. “Your snarky attitude is showing again already.”

I giggle into the soft waves of hair at his chest. “But you promised to take me back tomorrow morning?” I counter, only half serious in my argument.

“It’s still raining,” he whispers by means of reply. “We can’t possibly leave that early. A little fawn like you will never make it.”

I twist my head to look at his face, his eyes hooded with both his satisfaction and fatigue. “Little fawn?” I ask, puzzled at what this latest label is supposed to mean.

He smiles, leaning down to plant a hot kiss on my forehead. “Mmmm,” he agrees. “I’ve decided, that’s what you are. Goldi – my little fawn.”

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Be careful of your tone…

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This #WIPItUp Wednesday, I am excited to bring you a sizzling little excerpt from my soon-to-be-released Regency spanking romance!

In this scene, Lydia speaks impertinently to her guardian, and soon lives to regret her insolent tone when she realises what the consequences will be…

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I regret my tone, and the words even as they leave my lips. They hang in the air of the carriage around us, encircling me as I hold my breath, awaiting Lord Markham’s response. I look to him, trying to read his face and decide if I have overstepped the unspoken line between us. It is a stony silence which meets me, and at once I know I have aggrieved him. “My Lord, I did not mean to offend you, I…”

He raises his right hand, showing me his palm, and the act halts me in an instant. I look back to his face, my wilfulness sliding into trepidation, and am greeted by the all-too familiar brow rising in front of me. “I do trust you, Lydia, yes,” he replies, smoothly. “Yet I am less convinced with that mouth of yours.”

I blanch, rueful to have displeased him, and uncertain about what it may now mean. “I apologise,” I say. “I meant only to express my frustration about the secrecy of this special occasion.”

“I know,” he replies quickly. “I understand that. But you will learn to still your tongue and control your tone when you speak to me.” 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?”

I meet his eye, my no doubt panic-stricken expression aligning with his cool composure. He cannot mean to spank me here, I maintain, although his body language already tells me that I am quite wrong on this assumption.

“Come now,” he says smoothly. “Come over my knee and take your punishment. You must learn to speak to me with respect.”

“P- please, Thomas,” I stutter. “Do not do this – not here!”

He glares at me, clearly unimpressed by my hesitation. “I will add another five swats for every minute you keep me waiting.”

I start, moving from my seat, and yet unsure where I should now go. Energy courses around my body, making me feel giddy and panicked all at once.

“Lydia,” Thomas’ voice is calm and warming. “Now, please.”

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Ready for a riveting Regency read?

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Swallowing hard, I look to him. “Are you cross with me for not confessing straight away?” I ask, timidly.

He eyes me intently, that delicious gaze searing into my flesh. “Of course,” he says, his voice strong. “I should very much like to punish you for your ill-intent, but I give you credit for being honest with me before I had call to press you on the matter.”

“Punish me?” I repeat, the rest of his words rather lost on me.

He smiles, as he pulls the strands of hair away from my eyes. “Mmmm,” he says. “Take you over my knee, bare your delicious behind, and spank you until you are desperate for me .”

My lips part, and I hear a small gasp escape them. “Thomas…” My throat tightens, as though the words cannot  make their way from me. “I think I am already desperate.”

His right hand skims its way up my body, reaching my hairline and drawing my head backwards. “Desperate?” His voice is low and seductive. “What are you desperate for, My Lady?”

I blink at him, feeling my legs tremble. “You,” I whisper. “My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since we met, I have been captured.”

He presses his lips against the nape of my neck, allowing them to caress the sensitive skin there. “Oh Lydia,” he groans from my left shoulder. “We are both captured, my love.”

My eyes fly to his face. Have I really just heard him correctly, did he just refer to me as his love? My thoughts are sent reeling by the new trail of kisses which he plants along my neckline, until his lips reach my own jaw, and finally my mouth. Those lips are hot as they brush over mine, the scent of the liquor on his breath, along with the sensations of his mouth, making me feel giddy.

“What do we do, Thomas?” I ask, our eyes connecting once again as he towers over me.

“I can take you over my knee right this moment, Lydia,” he replies, “if it will lessen the desperation?”

I smile, although the thought of his suggestion sends a tingling sensation racing through me, pooling desire at my centre. I draw my hand up into his dark, thick hair, drinking him in.

“I see you find the idea agreeable?” he chuckles, nuzzling me.

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