I am truly honored to be nominated and wanted to share a bit of Andrew and Cici's love story with you.
Although a fan of Regency and Victorian romance for years, this was my first venture in writing a historical romance. It was such fun to research and even more fun to write.
Surrender Your Grace is set in 1860's Victorian London and tells the story of an aristocratic couple who find themselves forced to cede to society's expectations and reluctantly marry. As the pair grows to know each other as husband and wife, they face challenges and dangers that threaten their union.
Andrew is a dominant Lord who has firm ideas about how a wife should behave and even firmer ideas on how to provide correction, if she doesn't. Cici is a well-bred, educated and demure young woman, the ideal lady as society expects. But if she is such a docile bride, why does she keep finding herself over her husbands knee for much needed correction? Will she learn to submit? Can he exert his dominance without breaking her spirit?
Enjoy an excerpt from Surrender Your Grace...
He
hiked his right knee higher which pushed her balance forward and her bottom
arced higher in the air. Cici squealed in alarm as she reached forward to steady herself by placing her hands
on the floor.
“Easy,
I’ve got you. I am just getting you
ready for the finale which will be administered to your sit spots.” He pulled down her drawers until they lay
loosely around her knees then rubbed something cool and smooth against the area where
her buttocks met her newly bared thighs.
“That is this small, tender area where your lovely thighs and buttocks
meet. After a spanking, you will recall
the correction each time you sit. The
sting may last a few hours, the entire night, or for several days depending on
the severity of the spanking and the implement
selected. Afterward, there will be no
rubbing or application of any creams or salves to ease your discomfort. If I take the time to see to you, I will want
you to experience the full effect.”
Cici
lay paralyzed over his lap. He meant
business and spoke about her punishment in the same manner - cool and calm as
if this occurred every day. She wondered
at the experience he spoke of. Was he in the habit of spanking all his women, including his paramours?
“You
will receive ten more swats before we proceed with our business with the staff
and on to dinner. I want you to take
these like the grown woman you are Cecilia.
No thrashing around or trying to block my hand. I don’t want you hurt. You are free to make whatever noise you’d
like, just remember that the walls are thin and we aren’t alone in our home.”
“I’ll
try to be quiet, Andrew.”
“Good
girl.” He then brought
down a world of pain to her previously untouched skin.
“Owww!” She kicked and squealed in alarm. So quickly she had abandoned her promise of silence. That really hurt but it had also caused a tingling sensation low in her belly.
“Settle
down. This is too mild a spanking
for you to be carrying on so. I think
that first swat shouldn’t count.”
“What
is that? It burns like fire.”
He held
the implement in his hand down low near her face so she could see. He revealed that he was using her own wooden
hairbrush to paddle her bottom. The
indignity was almost too much to bear.
“This smooth wooden surface makes an excellent paddle for a naughty
wife. Now be still while I finish
here.”
Thwack
upon resounding thwack echoed through the chamber as her husband landed smack
after burning smack across what he called her sit spots. As he landed the tenth and final blow, she
was sobbing and wailing as if he had shot her.
He pulled her up to sit on his lap, the woolen material of his trousers
abrading her tender skin. This caused
her to hiss and stiffen in pain. Hugging
her tighter, he rolled her slightly to one hip so his big hand could rub and
soothe her bottom, gentling her.
“Hush
now, that was a mere trifling of a spanking, not an execution.” He rocked her slowly in his arms until her
sobs subsided and only an occasional sniffle could be heard.
“If
that was a mere trifle, I’m sure I couldn’t stand worse. I think any more would kill me.”
“Nonsense,
you are being over dramatic, Cecilia. A
good paddling never killed anyone. But,
if you don’t want to earn more, I suggest you mind your P’s and Q’s.
“Andrew?”
“Yes,
my dear?”
“Are
you going to do this every time I displease you?”
“No,
but when I tell you repeatedly to do something and you do not comply, you can
expect more of what you just experienced.
If you continue to be disobedient, then we will up the ante a little bit
each time until you see the wisdom of following my
orders. I am not an unreasonable man,
Cecilia, but I will be the head of my own household and I shall wield that
authority over my wife, my children, and my servants.” He tilted her head back and proceeded to mop
up her tears with his linen handkerchief.
“Now, have you composed yourself enough for me to call your maid to help
you dress?”
She
nodded but her face flamed in embarrassment.
What would her maid think of her in this state of undress before
dinner? Andrew seemed to read her thoughts
and was quick to reassure her. “The servants will be discreet or they will not
be in my employ.”
He
smiled gently at her and then leaned in for her first kiss. His lips were soft but firm as they pressed
against hers. It felt nice at first but when he slipped his tongue between the seam of her lips, an arousing tingling sensation coursed through her body. Cici sighed in response. Andrew soon ended the kiss with a small bite
to her full lower lip and he teased the swollen rim, soothing away the sting
with his tongue. She was stunned by the
intimacy of the kiss even though he had just had his hands on her bare
bottom. Pulling back too soon he
commented, “We’ll have more of that later.
Tonight will be our wedding night.”
“I
wanted to thank you for being so considerate and waiting.”
“I am
not unsympathetic, Cecilia. I realized
how hard it would have been for you to get introduced to a man one evening only
to wind up in his bed the next.
Impromptu weddings like ours happen, but I wanted to give you time to
adjust to being my wife before taking you, my sweet. Plus, I thought being here in the country
would be more relaxing and put you at ease.”
He placed one more searing kiss upon her lips before setting her from
his lap.
“But
rest assured, now that we are here at our estate, I am ready to do my husbandly duty and let you have amorous congress with me." With that outrageous statement, he winked at her then crossed to the bell pull to call for her maid.
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Cast you vote for Surrender Your Grace or one of the other excellent spanking romances @ http://spankingromance.com/vote-for-2013s-best-spanking-romance/
As I write this blog, I am feeling nostalgic and think it might be time to re-visit Victorian London. I shall have to pay Andrew and Cici a call sometime soon and see how they are getting on as I tell the story of Maggie and Duncan.
Cast you vote for Surrender Your Grace or one of the other excellent spanking romances @ http://spankingromance.com/vote-for-2013s-best-spanking-romance/
As I write this blog, I am feeling nostalgic and think it might be time to re-visit Victorian London. I shall have to pay Andrew and Cici a call sometime soon and see how they are getting on as I tell the story of Maggie and Duncan.
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