I know, I know... long time, no blog.
So how about I make it up to you?
Remember Lettie and Andrew from In Need of Correction? Well, they're back in the Six of the Best British Spankings anthology and Lettie is about to discover that married women get waaaaay more spankings than their unmarried counterparts...
“Fetch your hairbrush, Laetitia.”
Lettie gasped and unclenched her arms at
once, whirling around to face her husband. “I will do no such thing!”
“You will,” he replied, his voice calm but
firm, “Or I shall send my manservant to fetch a horse whip from the stables.”
Lettie’s mouth fell open. Surely he could not
be in earnest?
Andrew’s frown deepened. “I warn you not to
try my patience, Laetitia. I am in no humour to entertain sulking or
disobedience. Now bring me your hairbrush this
instant.”
With a cold glare at her husband, Lettie
pressed her lips tightly closed together and stomped over to her dressing table.
How dare he order about in such a
fashion! This was all the fault of those odious Nicholsons! How could he be so
cruel as to take their part over hers? He was being intolerable! When her
fingers closed around the smooth wooden handle of the brush, Lettie was seized
with a sudden, reckless impulse and – before she truly knew what she was about
– she had thrown the brush across the room towards Andrew.
It landed a few inches shy of his feet,
clattering hard against the bare floorboards.
As the full enormity of what she had just
done hit her, Lettie clapped her hands over her mouth. Oh Lord, what had she
been thinking?
Without a word, Andrew bent down and
retrieved the brush. He then strode over to where Lettie still stood covering
her mouth, took her firmly by the elbow and marched her over to their bed.
“I see this is long overdue,” said Andrew, his
voice tight. He sat down upon the edge of the bed and, without ceremony, tipped
his wife over his lap.
“Forgive me!” gasped Lettie as she braced her
palms against the floorboards. “I should not have thrown it. I truly do not
know what came over me. I - ”
“Hold your tongue, young lady!” Andrew began
at once to pull up her skirts and petticoats, baring her legs and bottom.
Lettie had hardly a moment to register the cold air against her naked skin
before her husband’s hand smacked down hard on her bottom and at once
transformed the slight chill into a fiery sting.
“Oh!” She had forgotten what a real
punishment felt like. However, as her husband’s merciless palm descended again
and again with heavy, forceful smacks, the memory swiftly returned to her. And
this was only his hand! At the thought of that horrid, unyielding hairbrush
punishing her already tender bottom, Lettie began to whimper.
***
Uh oh, poor Lettie...
So, in honour (dishonour?) of Lettie's little tantrum with the hairbrush, my implement from the treasure box is a hairbrush.
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4 comments:
Great snippet, Gracie!
I love a defiant heroine who doesn't just obediently drape herself across the man's knee.
Lettie sounds great! My kind of heroine. :)
Haha, yes - Lettie is not quite the refined Regency lady she appears to be on first acquaintance... ;-)
Thanks for commenting! :-)
Oooh...what a temper!! I can't wait to read your story!
Merry Wren
I cannot wait to read this book. It contains a collaboration from six of my favorite authors. All of you always release books that have wonderful characters, exciting degrees of action and wonderfully written stories with discipline. Thank you for participating in this anthology!!
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