“You are bound by the rules of this century, not
yours. I shall hold you accountable in whatever way I wish.”
Excerpt:
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.
Blurb:
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.
AMAZON
About the Author:
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including
Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or
erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something
to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her
family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
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Hi Kathryn and Jaye, I love the premise and can't wait to get to read this. Awesome hot excerpt :)
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