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:
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.”
I love the concept of this book - historical spanking are intriguing for sure.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I had a lot of fun researching the different time periods so the story lines could be as authentic as possible.
DeleteWell done, Violette! Welcome to Saturday Spankings!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathryn. Happy to finally be here.
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