A Regency Lady
requires a firm hand…
He looks at me, his face burning with intent.
“Know this Lydia,” he says in an even tone. “I have grown immensely fond of you
these last days. I will care for you, look after your needs, and be here for
you, but whenever you choose to overstep the line, I will punish you.”
The depth of the
authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body. It
pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry to
have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but
wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last
week.
I swear he senses
the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand into my
hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a low
growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”
A silent gasp
leaves my mouth as I look upon him.
“Oh, so you are…”
he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”
I flush, knowing
that there is little point denying what we both already know to be true. I
glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He pulls me
closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me, my love?”
His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.
“Yes…” I just
about manage.
“And so you have
chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”
I shift my head,
looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I whimper.
“Oh, really,
little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is an
untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so because
you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”
I am trembling as
I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps, yes, My Lord,
but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”
He smiles.
“Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to
naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”
My mouth parts
reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.
“Yes,” he says,
pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been remiss
in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends right
this moment.”
In an instant he
pulls me forward and down toward his lap. “But, My Lord!” I exclaim as I lurch
headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody finds us?”
“We have had this
conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position, “and I have
assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”
I gasp, feeling
the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving my
behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my bare
skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut, stunned by
the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff will hear us
and enter the room unexpectedly.
A further four
swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am
forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his
palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except
for the expensive rug at my fingertips.
As the next
strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being
spanked, Lydia?” he asks.
I notice his
voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.
“I was
disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.
“Yes,” he agrees,
swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get the
attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your
needs.”
His hand lands on
my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly, “you will
receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me for it.”
I whimper as the
next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My Lord,”
I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”
Five swats land
quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to move.
His hand holds me
down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and I flinch
at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this
punishment, do you not?”
“Yes,” I whine,
wincing as the next spank lands.
“Yes, you do,” he
says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”
I swallow hard,
loathing the way he calls me his little
one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my
subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is
intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling
and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension
between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for
Thomas to explore me there.
His palm
eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How
do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.
“Thank you for my
spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.
I hear him laugh,
and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.
“Well done, my
love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.
I mewl and groan,
loving the intensity of his touch already.
“So wet and
beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia, when
I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”
Blurb:
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?
Publisher’s Note: Taming
Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends
you, please don’t buy this book.
About the Author:
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winning writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance.
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