Over the course of seven hundred years of isolation since its colonization during the great diaspora at the end of the twenty-first century, civilization on the planet Pendragon has deteriorated to the point that society now resembles that of medieval Europe. The nations have long fought for power, and when the benevolent Star Federation learns of a threat to a royal marriage that could bring about a lasting peace between the kingdoms, four operatives are sent to ensure that the wedding takes place as planned.
Striving to blend in with the local population, the agents soon learn that this world is nothing like their home planets. Danger lurks at every turn, but there is something even more unusual… On Pendragon, it is a man’s right and duty to ensure that the women under his authority are well-behaved. As the mission progresses, each member of the team faces unique challenges.
Elana, a botanist reporting on medicinal plant life, resists her forced dependence on a native who thinks part of his job entails spanking her when she disobeys his orders, yet at the same time she finds herself drawn to this firm-handed barbarian.
Jessica, a bodyguard disguised as a maid of the bride-to-be, finds her hands full keeping the bratty princess safe. But when Jessica falls in love with a native prince, can she admit to him—and to herself—that she can’t wait to be taken over his knee?
Trevor becomes a tutor for the daughters of a noble, but his assistant Iris grabs his attention in a way no woman ever has before. When he must chastise her—for he must do as the locals do—he cannot help but enjoy it, but will Trevor truly go native?
Julia enters the Benefice Sisterhood with orders to spy on the Universal Church of Atonement. She soon finds it painfully clear, however, that life with the Sisterhood will mean harsh discipline. Can she stay strong and carry out her assignment?
Success is uncertain, but no matter what happens, this mission will change the history of Pendragon and the lives of these agents forever.
Author: Jordan St. John
Word Count: 50,100 words
eBook Price: $4.95
Her mouth opened in surprise. “What do you mean?”
Rhys grinned sardonically. “Just this,” he said, sitting upright and hauling her face down across his lap.
“Rhys, no!” She quickly guessed his intention. She was naked, her buttocks perched up over his left knee as he sat cross-legged facing the fire. The fire warmed her as the flickering light danced across the pert curves of her bottom.
Smack! His palm fell on her left cheek. The sharp sting jarred her.
Smack! The second spank flattened her right cheek. She stifled a yelp.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rhys launched into a rhythmic spanking of Elana’s bottom, alternating cheeks at first and then landing smacks right across the divide. She fluttered her feet and tried to put her hands back to shield her seat. Rhys grabbed them and held her wrists at the small of her back. Then he launched into a rather thorough and methodical spanking that left her breathless.
It stung atrociously, and Elana wriggled, flopping over Rhys’ lap in a vain attempt to get free. But he had her effectively pinned, and there was nothing she could do but accept the stinging punishment that she knew she deserved. But it was awful. And humiliating. The sound of hand meeting flesh echoed off the cliff walls as Rhys delivered the lesson to her quivering bottom cheeks. Elana told herself, he can’t do this!
“Ow! Rhys! Ow! I’m sorry. Please!” she implored.
Rhys calmly lectured as he spanked. “I tell you things for your protection. You underestimate this planet.”
Smack! Smack! Crack! His hand was setting her seat on fire.
“When I tell you not to wander off, you stay near camp. Do you understand?”
Crack! Smack! Her bottom jiggled lewdly as his hand spanked it.
“Ow! Yes, Rhys. I understand. Please stop!”
But he kept it up for a bit longer while she writhed and kicked over his lap.
Despite the sting of the spanking, Elana could not believe how aroused she was becoming yet again. It had started with a tingle, then had intensified with each resounding smack. His hand striking her buttocks had ignited this latent desire she’d tried to suppress.