It could be a long winter, who knows, but I can be certain of one thing, they’re will be spanking in my books! So enjoy this early release of my Christmas Novella, Her Mistletoe Promise, a Regency romance.
TWELVE NAUGHTY NIGHTS
A disgraced officer and a ruined lady spend twelve naughty nights together.
Sent home from the battlefields of the Napoleonic Wars, disgraced Lieutenant Elias Seton catches the attention of gregarious Jenny Templeton, who has fled London following a scandal. Determined to cheer him up, and with little thought for her reputation, Jenny seduces the officer and promises to keep him company every night between Christmas Day and Twelfth Night.
After their first night together, she discovers Elias is a demanding master of the bedroom. Will she be able to fulfil her promise and what if her family discover them together?
(Previously published as part of Seduced under the Mistletoe Anthology, 2018)
Read an excerpt:
She had never been spanked before. Not even a smack on the back of her thighs. As a child, the worst discipline she had encountered was her governess requiring her to stand on a narrow stool in the corner of the nursery. Nobody had laid a disciplining hand on her. William certainly had not.
The first clash of Elias’s palm against her bottom was such a shock, she could not even cry out.
“This, my dear,” Elias said with casualness that was equally shocking, “is for leaving the safety of your home.”
Another coolly delivered smack kissed the apex of her arse cheek.
“What?” she screeched. She attempted to wriggle around and face him, but he had a firm grip of her waist.
“Am I correct in stating you chided me when I decided to ride home in the fog—”
“Yes, well.” He slapped the other hot cheek as she interrupted him, and she grimaced.
“That my horse might stumble—”
The debate was not working in her favour. For every rebuff, she received a complimentary smack. He clapped his hand against her bottom, alternating between her writhing buttocks. She should feel ashamed, certainly indignant at his coarse discipline. How childish to be spanked over the knee, and naked, too! She bit back a retort and thumped the bed with her clenched fist.
He rested his heavy palm on her throbbing behind. The pain rippled out, and she sensed the heat rising out of her, the unending sting. He gave her bottom a brisk rub and as he did, his fingers slipped along her furrow. She gasped with delight and spontaneously parted her legs, allowing him to see her slit.
“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked softly.
1 thought on “Warming up for Christmas? Try a little spanking”
Love the premise and the snippet was a wonderful titilating read.