While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.
It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley’s two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.
It isn’t long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?
Author: Lily Harlem
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 38,900 Words
“It is too late for apologies. You should have thought of that before you took the twins outside instead of schooling them by the blackboard. It is clear to me that you are disobedient, disrespectful of my rules and, I must say, you are also out of control.”
“If that’s what you think, sir.” When had she ever been spoken to like this? She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him what she thought of his ideas about education. But in this position, tipped over his hard thighs, she couldn’t summon the words.
“It is what I think.” He ran his hand over her ass cheeks, first the right and then the left. “Exactly what I think.” His voice quieted as he smoothed over her knickers then onto her lower back and down to her thighs. “You are a very bad girl and must submit to your punishment.”
Any second now the first spank would arrive. Her belly trembled and her throat tightened.
But there was no slap. Instead she was jolted as he yanked at her knickers, pulling them down to her thighs.
“Oh…” She attempted to sit. “Really…I…” A spank was all well and good. But on naked buttocks? And oh, God… he’d be able to see the damp patch that gave away her arousal.
“Keep still, Miss Moray.” His voice was firm as he pressed his palm over her ass cheeks, trapping her to him. “You brought this on yourself.”
Suddenly a lick of fire travelled over her ass as he swiped first the left cheek and then the right.
She gasped and wriggled. “Ouch!”
“That’s just the start,” he said. “And I do not wish to have to battle with you.” He gripped her tighter, pulling her closer.
Several more spanks rained down.
She jolted with each one, her clit rubbing against his leg.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, keeping her eyes closed.
He continued to smack her. Hard. Switching between buttocks. With each strike she rubbed herself against him. A familiar pressure was building. The need to come. The want for more. It was as if every nerve was on fire, every erogenous zone in her body awake and demanding stimulation.
“I want your obedience,” he said without pausing in her punishment.