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Humbling His Bride by Loki Renard

Humbling His BrideWhen the aristocracy which has long ruled her world is suddenly overthrown by soldiers loyal to rebel leader Tristan Kane, twenty-one-year-old Lydia Leon’s sheltered life is changed forever. As one of its first acts, the new regime orders that the adult daughters of the old nobility be trained in obedience and then given as brides to high-ranking military officers who supported the uprising, and before she knows it Lydia is standing naked before President Tristan Kane himself.

Tristan is impressed by Lydia’s elegance, and after observing her attempts to maintain her dignity during an intimate, embarrassing medical examination, he decides to claim her for his bride. He knows full well, however, that Lydia has never worked a day in her life, and the wife of the leader of the new regime cannot have the bearing of a pampered daughter of aristocrats.

He sets out to both humble his new bride and teach her to obey, and soon Lydia is writhing over Tristan’s lap as her bare bottom is thoroughly spanked and then quivering with helpless desire as he explores her beautiful body. Though she blushes crimson at the thought of yielding to his mastery so easily, it isn’t long before she is yearning for his skilled, dominant lovemaking.

Though Lydia’s passion for her new husband grows rapidly, she is horrified when he demands that she learn to keep house the old-fashioned way, without robots or servants. She demonstrates her displeasure by means of an ill-advised trip into the city, but after her foolish adventure ends up putting her life in grave danger can she count on Tristan to save her before it is too late?

Publisher’s Note: Humbling His Bride includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Loki Renard

eBook Price: $3.95

Length: 43,700 Words

Excerpt

Tristan slid his finger slowly in and out of her tight hole while she looked at the plugs. “Having your bottom filled for a little while will teach you an important lesson, I think,” he said. “It will remind you that the consequences of reckless behavior are far reaching and long lasting.”

Lydia’s only response was a small moan. What could she possibly say in response? He had control of her body and her bottom and she knew there would be no avoiding this stage of the punishment any more than she could have avoided the caning.

To her dismay, he did not choose the smallest plug. He chose the third-to-smallest, which was still more intimidating than Lydia was comfortable with. It was probably three fingers wide at its thickest point, far larger than she could imagine would fit inside her most intimate place.

His finger slid from her rear and in its place Tristan dabbed a little more gel and then introduced the softly rounded tip of the plug. The tip was much smaller than his finger had been, so it slid quite smoothly and easily at first, but as the plug began to flare, its progress slowed as the tight ring of muscle resisted its progress.

“Relax and breathe,” Tristan reminded her smoothly.

Clasping at the fabric of his trousers, she uttered a squeaked little curse. It felt as though she were being stretched impossibly wide as it slid deeper and deeper, taking her past several points of no return until finally the thickest part of it passed the muscular ring of her bottom, and then the rest of it seemed to be drawn in quite naturally until the wide base sat against her anus. She understood then why they were called plugs. She was corked as well as any champagne bottle might be.

“You will wear this until I tell you otherwise,” he informed her, swatting an un-caned part of her bottom so that she felt the sting on her skin and the plug moving inside her rear with a light jiggling motion that was most… stimulating.

“You’re wet,” he said suddenly.

“No, I’m not.”

She couldn’t be. The caning had been terribly painful and the plug horribly embarrassing and there was no way that she could possibly have been aroused by such treatment.

Tristan wiped his hands on a sanitary cleaning cloth and put his fingers to her lower lips. Suddenly, she felt the wetness he had observed for herself. Now that he was tenderly stroking her lips, she noticed that the plug seemed to stimulate not just her anus, but have an effect on her pussy as well. Her clit was a hard little nub against Tristan’s leg and she was quite soaked.

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