Welcome to Saturday Spankings. I hope you're prepared to whisk back in time to the Victorian era because this week Lord Radley is ready to discipline.
“I desire you to obey your master,” he said. “Which is clearly something you’re struggling with.” He raised his hands and nodded at his lap. “You must learn to follow rules.”
Oh, dear God.
Liz bit on her bottom lip. A tingle had attacked her buttocks and her clit pulsed just at the thought of going over his knees.
“I won’t ask again,” he said sternly. “And just because you’re a governess, and not a chamber maid, don’t think I’ll go easy on you.”
“Do you put the chamber maid over your knee?” Somehow that thought irked her. She wasn’t sure why.
“I do not. She, like all of my staff, bar you, knows her place.” His frown deepened and a slash of light from the window slicing over his face did nothing to relieve the dark, brooding glaze of his eyes. “Not that it is any concern of yours.”
Liz remained motionless.
“Hurry up.” He clapped a couple of times and the sharp sound rattled around the room. “I won’t tell you again.”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.” Liz rushed to his side. There was nothing for it but to tip herself up and offer her buttocks for punishing once again.
She didn’t have to navigate downward. He took a hold of her and quickly manoeuvred her over his lap.
Her breasts pressed against his hot thigh. She struggled to keep her toes on the floor and gripped his right calf and the leg of the chair to try to steady herself.
But she didn’t need to worry. He clamped his hand on her back and pulled her up tight, so that her body was flush with his.
“You took it well yesterday,” he said, tugging her skirt upward in short sharp jerks.
“Yes, sir.” She closed her eyes as cool air washed over the back of her thighs and the tight material of her skirt was rucked around her waist.
“But today will be harder to bear.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Damn it. The previous day’s spanking had pushed her far enough.
“It is too late for apologies. You should have thought of that before you took the twins outside instead of schooling them by the blackboard. It is clear to me that you are disobedient, disrespectful of my rules and, I must say, you are also out of control.”
“If that’s what you think, sir.” When had she ever been spoken to like this? She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him what she thought of his ideas about education. But in this position, tipped over his hard thighs, she couldn’t summon the words.
“It is what I think.” He ran his hand over her ass cheeks, first the right and then the left. “Exactly what I think.” His voice quieted as he smoothed over her knickers then onto her lower back and down to her thighs. “You are a very bad girl and must submit to your punishment.”
Back Cover Information
While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.
It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley's two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.
It isn't long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?