Cara says: A delightful and well-plotted historical fiction romance that feels authentic to its Regency period. The spankings, both erotic and disciplinary, meld with the plot and never feel gratuitous.
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Are you wondering what all the fuss is about? Well, here's the blurb and a lengthy excerpt. Enjoy!
Blurb: She's back and she's in trouble.
After a summer in the country Lady Katherine and her husband, Thomas, return to London to participate in all the festivities available to a Lord and his Lady. The scandal that forced them to marry is long forgotten and they are at the top of the social ladder.
In addition to the pleasures of an active social life, Lady Katherine is thrilled to learn that the friend who abandoned her in her time of need, Lady Lorena Arnold, is now the subject of a salacious scandal. Katherine can hardly believe her good fortune when she observes Lady Arnold en route to a tryst. But, before she can share the juicy tidbit with the other ladies of the ton, her husband lays down the law: No Gossip.
Will Katherine be able to keep her tale to herself? And if not, will her tail be at risk of a brisk spanking from the stern but loving Lord Winchester?
Note: This book is a sequel to Lady Katherine's Comeuppance, but can be read on its own.
Further note: This book contains hot sex, erotic and disciplinary spankings.
Warm water trickled down her breasts and dripped from the hardened peaks of Lady Katherine Winchester’s nipples. She leaned back in the copper tub, stretched her arms out along the sides, and luxuriated in the watery cocoon.
Her black hair flowed toward the floor as she pressed backward then propped her feet on the bottom rim of the tub, doing her best to recline.
Her husband, Lord Thomas Winchester, knelt next to the tub. He dipped a large sponge into the bath. Once it filled to saturation, he squeezed the water over his wife’s body with obvious enjoyment.
She closed her eyes and reveled in the decadent sensations of the water sliding down her naked flesh. The warm liquid flowed over her and dripped back into the balmy pool where it started and remained there until the sponge sopped it up for another cascade across her prickled flesh.
Thomas continued tormenting her with rivulets from the sponge, paying particular attention to her breasts, which he lathered and rinsed repeatedly. He strove to be a thoughtful and thorough husband.
She sighed and a soft smile played across her lips.
Husband. When she had first met Thomas, ‘husband’ was the last thought she had about him. Rogue. Ruffian. Barbarian. Those were the terms she used to describe him.
He remained all those things, but in addition, she now knew him to be a loving, protective, and dominant husband.
Though they had married very soon after his arrival in London, due to scandal rather than an urgent desire to be wed, Katherine could look back upon those few short months contentedly.
Except for the spankings.
Some of the spankings.
By this time, Thomas had moved from the care and cleanliness of her breasts to a detailed inspection of her womanhood. He reached below her and tapped her bottom, signaling her to rise up. Once she did, he slid a small wooden stool beneath her hips in order to support her lower half for easier care and attention.
Her knees fell to the sides of their own volition, opening her to his view. “Mm. Good girl,” he said and the husk in his voice tightened the knot of desire twisting in her stomach. He sponged her thighs with slow deliberation until the flesh of her flanks quivered with longing.
“You are very meticulous, my lord,” she whispered.
“I like to take care of what is mine,” he said and her heart warmed and fluttered at his statement of possession. He continued working the sponge, stroking the inside of her thighs until he reached the part of her body which was already slick and wet. He discarded the sponge and used his fingers instead.
He traced a gentle path around the opening and Katherine’s toes began to tingle and wiggle in anticipation. Thomas nipped one of her toes between his teeth, smiled up at her and said, “Hold still.”
Katherine gripped the sides of the tub to quell her movements. After tormenting her with his incessant circling of her feminine core with his fingertip, Thomas inserted one, then two, then three fingers into her waiting opening. She arched against the back of the tub for leverage and pressed into his hand as he worked in and out of her sex.
The languid feeling of relaxing in a warm bath vanished and hot, burning, desire took its place. She clasped his fingers to her core with her own hands, urging him deeper. “Oh, Thomas,” she breathed. “It feels so good.”
She clutched his wrists and pressed back against the fingers that filled her so thoroughly. Her hips rocked back and forth, nearly upsetting the wooden stool which Thomas placed beneath.
Just when she thought she might explode in climax, he lifted her from the tub and carried her in his arms toward the bed. “Thomas!” she said, “I am soaking wet. You cannot put me on the bed.”
“Where is your sense of adventure?” he chuckled, though he did stop short of dropping her onto the bed and stood her next to a post at the foot of the mattress. He grasped her hands firmly in his and placed them around the post saying, “You had better hold on, my lady, because you are about to be good and truly fucked.”
“Such language, my lord!” If being married to a barbaric American had taught her anything, it was that rough times sometimes required rough language. His primal talk fired her primal urges, and she squirmed in anticipation of his promised action. She would never admit that his language made her insides molten and tingly with desire. She was a lady, after all.
Thomas doffed his clothing and stood behind her. Tthe heat and hardness of his body radiated over her backside. He tilted her hips up at the proper angle for his entry. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he leaned over her back and growled into her ear.
She tightened her grip on the post and spread her feet apart in preparation. “I-I would like for you to make love to me,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. Despite the many intimacies they had shared, and her acceptance of Thomas’ coarse talk, she could not bring herself to speak so improperly.
A resounding crack echoed off the walls of the bed chamber as her husband’s hand made contact with the wet flesh of her backside.
“If you can still talk like a lady, you must not want it badly enough,” he said and brought his hand down again on the same spot. “You do want it, do you not?” Before she could respond, he landed two more firm swats on the opposite cheek.
“Yes,” she said pressing her forehead against the smooth wood of the bedpost to hide the blush on her cheeks. “You know I do.”
Thomas chuckled. “Then we agree. There is just one small thing standing in the way of our fulfillment.” Thomas gave her rump another smack that landed on the upturned curve of her cheek. “You know what you must do.”
Katherine could feel the heat spreading across her bottom to join the hot desire roiling in her nether region. She knew what he wanted her to say. She wished to please him, and even more so, she wished for him to fulfill the urgent need thrumming through her body. Those desires warred with years of rigid upbringing and strict adherence to propriety.
“Oh no,” she said in horror, “I could never say such a thing, my lord.”
He stroked his hand across her bottom and kneaded the hot flesh roughly between his fingers. He moved closer and laid the thickness of his arousal along the cleft of her ass, then slid it downward to press just outside the opening of her sex.
A trickle of desire slid down the inside of her thigh and Katherine wondered if she would be able to maintain her control. She took a deep breath and acquiesced to his demand.
“What would you like me to say, my lord?” She clung to the bed post and pressed her backside toward him.
He continued to keep himself poised at the opening of her sex. “Repeat after me,” he said.
“Please,” she said.
She said nothing.
Another swat landed on her backside. “Say it.” His voice rasped hoarse with desire.
He pressed the firm evidence of his arousal closer to her wet center. “You must.”
She wanted him. She wanted him so badly.
“Fuck,” she said, her desire and confidence building simultaneously.
Katherine clenched the bedpost in both hands, heat scorched across her ass and all she wanted was to be filled with her husband’s throbbing cock.
“Please. Fuck. Me. Please fuck me.” She screamed the words and when she did, Thomas jammed into her from behind, one hand around her waist to steady her, the other buried in the thick tresses of her hair as he pulled her closer and gave her just what she demanded.