I just published new novella, The Scheming Miss Sinclair. Here's the scoop:
Miss Lucy Sinclair is used to getting everything she
desires, and what she desires most is marriage to Lord Reece. Although she has received three proposals
since her come out, although her drawing room is filled with flowers from
admirers, although she's been deemed a diamond of the first water by the ton
gentlemen, she has been unable to attract the attention of the earl.
So Miss Sinclair does what she does best--she concocts a
scheme, a scheme that thoroughly ruins her reputation and compels Lord Reece to
wed her.
She is shocked when the earl turns out to be a different
sort of man than she supposed. With the
ring scarcely on her finger, the earl marches her to his study and orders her
to bend over his desk for a spanking as punishment for forcing him into marriage. When she refuses, he simply takes her over
his knee, bares her bottom and spanks her until she obediently stretches out
over his desk and submits to a spanking with his hairbrush.
It seems the earl has decided that, as he's had no choice
but to marry the scheming Miss Sinclair, he is going to train her to become an
obedient and docile wife. His methods
involve applying his hand, his hairbrush, a willow switch, and a crop to his
bride's lovely behind, while offering her tantalizing tastes of the pleasures a
husband can bring to the body of a wife if she behaves.
This novella is 28,341 words long. It is intended for readers over the age of
18.
And here's a glimpse of how Lord Reece's training progresses:
Gareth awoke
the next morning with an overwhelming sense of well-being. He rolled over, and if sensing his gaze,
Lucy’s eyelids fluttered open. Still
half asleep, she smiled at him. How
could he do anything but smile back?
“Do you suppose we should attempt to
wear clothes today?” he asked her. “Or
shall we just retreat to our chamber during the servants’ brief appearances and
stay naked as we did yesterday?” A truly
glorious day. With no attempts to
escape, no insolence or disobedience, and so no spankings, paddlings, or
whippings. Instead, bouts of sex and more laughter than he’d imagined occurred
in a marriage.
Don’t cozen yourself, he
thought. One delightful, truly glorious
day does not mean you possess the ideal wife by any means. He must continue her education in
obedience. Hmm, perhaps a preventative
spanking was in order. His youngest
brother, Jacob, had benefited from them. Punishing Jacob after misbehavior had
never been as effective as sending him off to a night of potential misdeeds at
his club, for instance, with reddened rear as a small reminder of what he could
expect if he came home having lost his monthly allowance playing hazard or some
such. A preventative spanking was not
particularly harsh, and administering one at unexpected times should keep Lucy
on her toes and behaving as she should.
He leaned over and kissed her. Then he tossed back the coverlet, slid up
until his back was resting against the headboard, his legs stretched out in
front of him. They were both still nude,
so he need not even lift her skirts, not that it was a chore he minded.
“Come put yourself over my knee,” he
told her, allowing just a hint of sternness in his voice, so she would realize
it wasn’t a request.
“What? I— Why?” Lucy asked. “I’ve done nothing.”
He’d been correct. If Lucy had been properly trained, she would
not have questioned him. She’d already
be over his lap. “I disagree. With those words you’ve earned a spanking in
addition to the one I had planned.”
“But why did you have one planned?” A pout had appeared on her pretty face. “I pleased you in every way I knew how
yesterday.”
“Missy, unless you want a third
spanking, I advise you to get into position immediately,” Gareth warned, his
temper igniting. She was a spoilt thing,
unused to doing anything but exactly as she pleased.
With a mighty sigh, Lucy flopped
across his lap. She twisted around and
stared at him over her shoulder. “You
enjoy this. Don’t think I can’t feel
your cock pressing against my belly.”
“The sigh alone would have gotten
you your third spanking,” Gareth answered.
“Those words simply made your insolence and disrespect more pronounced.”
Splaying his fingers to give the
spanks extra sting, Gareth got to work on Lucy’s bottom, ignoring the fact
that, as she’d said, his cock was pressing against her belly as if the spanking
had been designed for its pleasure. When
he’d turned her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs red, he paused, his
hand firmly planted on her fanny. “Tell
me why you’re being punished,” he snapped.
“Let me consider,” she drawled. He raised his palm and gave her a sharp spank
in retaliation. It didn’t change her
attitude. “I was to receive one for
absolutely nothing, one for presuming to inquire why I was to be punished when
I had done nothing, one for sighing, or was it for daring to note that your
cock was hard indicating spanking me is not at all onerous to you?”
“You have earned yet another for
your continuing disrespect,” Gareth said.
“Perhaps this should be another unclothed day, since your skirts would
be all but constantly up around your waist if you were to wear them. Let’s say this is the first of the three for
disrespect. We’ll work our way back to
the one—the only one—I had planned for you this morning. Which was simply to reinforce the notion that
you’re to follow my orders immediately and without protest or question.”
“A test then,” Lucy said.
“No, continued education in
obedience. Your response certainly
proved I was right in my belief that you need more training,” he explained.
“Training. As if I’m an animal?” she cried.
“Training as if you’re a spoilt
child, which you are,” Gareth answered.
“If you’d prefer the idea of an animal though, I shall cooperate and
give you one of the spankings with a riding crop. Now, again, tell me why you are being
punished.”
“I am being punished for a lack of
respect, my lord,” she told him, her voice tight with what he believed was
repressed anger. Still, he found the
reply acceptable.
“That is correct.” He chose a spot on the right cheek of her
bottom and spanked it repeatedly and relentlessly until it was at least two
shades darker than the rest of her punished behind and she was squirming over
his lap. Then he moved his hand up to a
spot just above the one he’d selected and spanked it into a matching shade of
crimson. He worked methodically,
ignoring her tears when they came, until her entire bottom was had been so
disciplined.
“Get up,” he ordered. He stood when she did, then took her by the
arm and marched down the hall to the chamber that his eldest sister usually
occupied when she was in residence. He
marched her directly to the tall pier glass, a lovely piece with a bucolic
scene on the panel across the top. He
spun Lucy around so her back was to it, then took her chin in one hand, and
forced her to turn her head and look into the glass.
“Make a study of your bottom, young
lady. Are you not mortified that you,
old enough to be a mother yourself, had to be spanked until your rear is such a
shade? Are you not ashamed that you have
not the womanly virtue to obey your husband willingly? I am certainly ashamed to have such a spoilt,
undisciplined, rude girl as a wife.”
Lucy wiped away her tears with the
back of her palms. “I apologize for my
behavior, my lord,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion. “I am most ashamed.”
He found he did not believe her, but
it was a feeling based on nothing he could put his finger on. He did not feel that he could sentence her to
yet another spanking, not at this time.
She still had three more to come.
Gareth
opened the dresser and found a hairbrush.
The back, made of a pale beech wood, wasn’t quite as wide or heavy as that
of his own, but it would suit. He
wrapped his hand around Lucy’s upper arm and took her over to the bed.
You can find the novel at Amazon and Amazon UK andBarnes & Noble
Just for fun, here's what I was picturing for that mirror
And here's what I was thinking of for that brush
