Though she works two jobs and earns enough to keep herself off the streets of Victorian-era London, twenty-one-year-old Eloise Smith has developed a naughty habit of stealing trinkets from those around her. When a gentleman who introduces himself as the Duke of Savoy takes an interest in Eloise, however, he decides to put a stop to her thieving with the aid of his riding crop.
The duke knows how to deal with a young lady in need of stern correction, and when Eloise is caught with yet another item that doesn’t belong to her, she is chastised even more shamefully. As she is forced to confess the full extent of her misdeeds with her well-punished bottom still on display, Eloise cannot help longing to be claimed hard and thoroughly, but the man who has set out to tame her has a secret of his own. Will the truth bring their newfound romance to an end?
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“Kindly stand and return to your former position. This time, spread your arse cheeks apart so that I might see that puckered hole.”
She gasped. “Sir… I do not know if I could bear it.”
“Why, your cock, sir.”
Adam chortled. “My cock? That is what you think I should punish you with? I plan to drum this crop on your tender nook.”
Spank her bottom hole? She crushed her thighs together. It would hurt, no doubt, but what else might it do if her legs were spread wide and her pussy was on full view?
“I think, sir, I would prefer your cock to administer such a punishment,” she ventured, grappling with a strange sensation that caused her buttocks to clench and her pussy to leak.
“It would not be for your pleasure if I took you so,” he warned her.
“I would not expect it.”
He laughed, tossing back his head. “Oh, you naughty girl. It is obvious to me that you would find some satisfaction in having me spill in that virgin hole. I take it that you’ve never had cock in there?”
“You know so little about such things.” He rested his hand upon her head and patted it. “I shall decide if it is appropriate. You cannot be trusted to make wise decisions. I shall continue my chosen course of action. Your arse will be whipped with this crop, your hole punished, and then, I will see if you deserve my cock in whatever way I choose.”
She felt the customary flurry of butterflies erupt in her belly as he announced her sentence. She hid a smirk—this peculiar form of discipline would never happen in a real court of law. The game seemed back on, and although the roles of paying customer and well-mannered whore might have been altered beyond recognition, as far as Eloise was concerned, Adam Dacre was in charge and he could do as he damn well pleased if it kept her here at the lodge for as long as possible. Once he saw her hovel and the hoard of trinkets she had stolen, he would feel driven to act as a law-abiding citizen and nobleman.
This would be her last chance to win him over and change that outcome so she prayed for courage and suppressed her fears. So far, Adam had done nothing to harm her.
She bent as directed and once more, he bound her ankles to the wooden frame.
“Loosely, I admit,” he said, tying the last knot. “Now, bring your hands back and open yourself. Has your bottom hole been punished before?”
“No, sir.” She prised apart her tight cheeks, feeling the burning heat of her spanked bottom in her palms.
“It is important to keep your fingertips out of the way. That’s it. Just your cleft needs to be visible.” He quickly chose a different crop, one with a narrow long tongue and a shorter rod. “This will help with accuracy.”
“If you say so.”
“Scream, if you like. Only the horses in their stall will hear.”