When the rest of her household flees the family estate during the English Civil War, Hester Cavell, a proud Royalist supporter, stays behind hoping to protect her home. Unfortunately for Hester, she quickly finds that she is no match for a troop of Parliamentarian dragoons, led by Captain Daniel Hasard. Once the dragoons take control of her house, Daniel lets Hester stay with her servants, but he warns her that he will punish her severely if she causes any trouble.
Despite Daniel’s warning, it isn’t long before Hester risks her safety and attempts to sabotage his troops, earning her a long, hard switching on her bare bottom. But as the weeks pass, she begins to realize that the man behind the enemy uniform is loving, intelligent, and kind, and she can’t help but grow more and more attracted to him. Daniel returns Hester’s affection, and while they remain enemies by day to protect her reputation, they soon become passionate lovers by night.
Not wanting the servants to guess at their games, Hester continues to make a pretence at mischief, and Daniel continues to punish her sternly. But when a servant at last finds out the truth of their relationship, will it bring an end to their newfound romance, or will Daniel cast aside politics and allegiances and ask for her hand in marriage?
Author: Jaye Peaches
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 47,600 words
He marched her back towards the house, away from the barn. As they came to a small clearing, he stopped. A lone trunk of a beech tree lay on its side. Long fallen, moss and lichen grew over the bark. His pincer grasp remained undaunted by her uncooperative feet and he propelled her towards the fallen tree.
“What are you doing?” She stumbled and he snatched her back up.
Captain Hasard sat on the trunk and dragged Hester down towards his legs.
“Oh, no!” She tried to peel his fingers off her sleeve.
“Oh, yes, if that is what it takes.”
As he pulled her over his lap, she struggled, pushing away with the flat of her hands on his thighs and she locked her elbows, resisting his forceful manoeuvring. His lean frame hid his strength and she could not battle against his actions. Her arms buckled under the strain and she fell forward and down, her loose hair toppling over her face.
The captain grasped the hems of her skirts, ignoring her kicking legs and unveiled them. She yelped as an icy draught of air knocked against the backs of her knees. Delving under her petticoats, he yanked them up. The displaced layers tumbled down over her back. She shrieked, horrified at her predicament—bent over his lap with her naked bottom raised.
With a resounding smack and before she could protest at the indignity, he landed his broad hand on her bare behind. Above their heads, a bird squawked, flapping its wings against the branches and flying off.
The sting of the slap knocked the air out of her lungs and she managed a feeble gasp. Twisting on his lap, she tried to escape his firm clutches. Futile. He held her in a mantrap of arms and legs, lodging her in place. Another hard smack of his hand landed on her bottom and she lunged forward with the force of his wallop.
“Ow!” She flailed about, fighting to stay balanced on her precarious perch.
“You deserve this.” A third slap descended on her right bottom cheek, followed swiftly with one to her left. Back and forth, he bounced between her buttocks, spanking without respite.
She hollered with each strike. The tears sprang up in her eyes, welling and tipping over the brims like miniature waterfalls. She continued to kick her legs fruitlessly. The captain pressed down on the small of her back, looping an arm about her waist and preventing her from falling. He seemed determined to shame her.
She, a woman of status, taken over the knee of a common soldier, how humiliating! She expected the other men to appear and gawp at her bare bottom. They would take delight, no doubt, at her squeals and streaming tears. As he continued unabated by her fuss, she relented and desisted in her useless attempts at escaping. She gritted her teeth and emitted grunts in the place of screeches.
“I have an obligation, do you not realise that?” He paused.
“An obligation to spank me?” she sneered.
He recommenced his spanking, raining down his smacks quicker than ever. He also resumed his verbal chastisement, unperturbed by his actions. “An obligation to protect you. While I am in charge of this property and land, you are my ward.”