"Spanking Through Time" Excerpt

Hi everyone and welcome to my blog. I'd like to introduce you to my book "Spanking Through Time" which has recently been published. It's an anthology of eight romantic  stories spanning two centuries always ending with a spanking; sometimes two.  In writing these, I used my love of history ( especially the Victorian Era) and my knowledge of dance to create each tale. It is available on Amazon in paperback form and as an ebook:

.https://www.amazon.com/SPANKING-THROUGH-TIME-Violette-St-Sienne-ebook/dp/B07SMTFD5C

Below is a sample of  Chapter IV Boston 1903. See my previous post for an excerpt from Chapter I

London 1814.

Amanda had just taken off her tea gown and let down her hair when she heard the bedroom door open. “Thinking it was Anna, she turned, saying, “I think I’ll wear my…..” Upon seeing Brett, she gasped, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? GET OUT AT ONCE?”

 As Brett looked at her in just her ruffled petticoat and camisole with her beautiful hair loose and falling to her waist, he felt his heart stop. But he steeled himself and said, “No Amanda, you’re disappointing a lot of children by your carelessness. You think having a dress fitting is more important than giving those poor children your attention and time? You have a deluded sense of class distinction which does you no credit. I don’t know how you were brought up, but since our first meeting I’ve thought you were badly in need of attitude adjustment and I promised you that one day you would get it. Well, this is that day Amanda.” And without further comment, he grabbed her by the arm and, seating himself in a large chair, yanked her across his knee and began to spank her.

Amanda had been her father’s princess who never received any sort of punishments. Her shock at being across Brett’s knee was swiftly replaced by cries as his firm hand came down again and again on her tender bottom.

“BRETT!! STOP!!! STOP!!! OW!!! OW!!! PLEASE STOP!!!”

 Brett ignored her cries and the spanking continued with each spank making her bottom burn. Suddenly, he stopped, saying,” I don’t think this is getting through to you enough, so we’ll have to make sure that it does.” He lifted up her petticoat, exposing her French drawers. Seeing him pick up the paddle he had placed by the chair, she began to sob and, at the first crack of it on her thinly clad bottom, she cried out,

 “OH NO!!!! IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!!” CRACK! “OW!!!! “OW!!!! CRACK! “OWWW!!!!!!!!!”

 The paddle continued meeting her bottom, making her kick her white silk stockinged legs. Amanda’s tears flowed as her bottom got redder and redder against the white material of her drawers.

 “BRETT….NO MORE! PLEASE! PLEASE!! Crack! Crack Crack! OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! One last CRACK with the paddle and she lay sobbing across his knee. After a moment,he helped her up and sternly said, “Now listen to me. I want you to compose yourself and get dressed. We are going back to the orphanage where you will see to it that the children have a wonderful party. Is that understood?” Tearfully, with her head down, Amanda nodded. “I’ll give you five minutes.”

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