Taming Lady Lydia
A Regency Lady requires a firm hand…
When her father, Earl Franklin dies unexpectedly, eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia is sent to live with her guardian, the unknown and enigmatic Lord Thomas Markham. Initially eager to leave her new home, Lydia is indignant at her guardian’s firm and protective behaviour, but everything changes that first night when she accidentally discovers something shocking about life at Markham Hall…
Now, in spite of his rules and expectations, the young and indulged Lydia finds herself inexplicably drawn to her guardian. Lord Markham it seems, is a gentleman who will finally provide the firm hand she has always needed, and Lydia begins to crave his discipline, desiring him to take her over his knee and deliver a sound spanking.
With their affections for one another growing, Thomas and Lydia seem set for a bright future if only events would stop conspiring to tarnish their happiness. Can their burgeoning romance survive the scrutiny of Thomas’ mother, the Countess, and the interference of their peers? And can Lydia learn to live by Her Lordship’s governance, and find the happily ever after they so desire?
“What just transpired between us, Thomas?” I ask, dreamily.
He chuckles lightly at my question. “I think you know, my love,” he says, kissing the top of my forehead.
“Well, yes,” I admit. “Yet it was more than that, wasn’t it? It felt more…?”
“I think each time we love each other it feels a little more?” He offers the explanation whilst leaning on his right elbow, looking down upon me.
I consider his words, but find that they do not sufficiently explain the breadth of what I feel. “I think it was the crop…” I confess, burying myself into his chest as the admission leaves my lips.
“Yes,” he breaths into my hair. “You did seem to enjoy it more this time?”
I sigh, the sound resonating deeply within me. “It is wondrous – and awful – all at the same time?” I risk a glance up to his face, as I offer my account.
“I will never deliver more than you can handle,” he promises.
I swallow at his sensual expression. “I know,” I whisper.
“It seems,” he says, drawing himself down so that we are now eye to eye. “That you are more and more relishing my darkness, Lydia?”
“I relish every part of you,” I reply, but then seeing his expression I stop. “Yes, I think you are right,” I affirm.
He kisses me once more, the act a sensual connection between us. “The more I push you in that dark direction, the more you respond, my love,” he says, his eyes boring into me.
“The more you push me there,” I correct him. “The more you make the mundane seem unpalatable.”
The last thing I remember is the sinful look on his face as I slip finally into a satiated slumber.
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