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The Doctor’s Little Ward by Ava Sinclair

The Doctor's Little Ward by Ava Sinclair

After the death of her deeply indebted father, nineteen-year-old Abigail Barrow faces a hard future in the workhouses of nineteenth-century London. Her only hope lies in a marriage to Dr. Simon Abbott, a man whose life her father once saved while they both served in Her Majesty’s Navy. But with no education and no dowry, she can hardly expect the esteemed doctor to agree to the match, especially when her sharp tongue earns her a trip over his knee for a humiliating bare-bottom spanking during their very first meeting.

The reserved Dr. Abbott has long avoided marriage, knowing that what he seeks in a wife is not easy to find. Abigail’s response to his firm chastisement convinces him that she is just the woman he needs, but she will require training to be a properly submissive wife, and thus before he makes her his bride he decides to bring her into his home as his ward.

On her first day in Simon’s home, Abigail finds herself stripped naked, bathed like a child, and then dressed in clothing befitting a little girl. Worse still, her failure to obey her new guardian promptly results in a swift and painful punishment applied to her bare backside. Yet Simon’s strict discipline is accompanied by gentle, loving care, and as the days pass his intimate attentions awaken a powerful need within her. When she lies on the doctor’s exam table, exposed, vulnerable, and blushing crimson, Abigail cannot help aching for him to claim her. But can there be a permanent place for her in Simon’s life as both his wife and his little ward?

Publisher’s Note: The Doctor’s Little Ward is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Ava Sinclair

eBook: $3.95

Length: 34,900 words


He walked to the bed, guiding her along. Sitting on the edge, he pulled her between his parted legs and looked into her eyes.

“I will be your husband, your guardian, your father figure, your protector. And you will obey me, because that is how I process the world—through chain of command—and I believe you need that structure as much as I need to provide it. I will protect you and care for you. But as I told you that first day, if you disobey me, I will spank your bottom beyond tears.”

“Oh, please…” Her eyes were filled with pleading, but also with something else. So she thought he didn’t know her? Well, she was wrong. Abigail needed this, he realized. And in some part of her she didn’t quite understand, she wanted this. He could tell by the fearful longing in her eyes, by how she went so sweetly over his lap, ready to welcome the security of his painful correction.

Simon pulled up the hem of her dress and this time instead of parting the pantaloons, he undid the little tie at the back of the waist and pushed them down, taking a moment to admire her shapely thighs and her round bottom with the charming dimples atop each pert buttock.

He wondered if he’d find her wet if he dipped his fingers between her legs. He longed to check, but there was another matter at hand.

“I’m going to spank you, Abigail,” he said. “Do you know why?”

“I disobeyed,” she replied.

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