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Blurb
For nineteen-year-old
Charlotte Winthrop, there is nothing quite so irksome as putting up with the
tedious attempts at courtship of one nervous young suitor after another. Having
grown up without discipline since the death of her parents when she was a
child, Charlotte’s sharp tongue and
often less-than-ladylike demeanor have caused her hapless aunt and uncle no end
of grief, and they have all but despaired of finding her a proper husband.
Lord Edward Pemberly III is no
timid schoolboy. He is a man of the world, both a gentleman and a businessman,
and from the moment she meets him Charlotte’s heart is set racing. Edward quickly makes it clear
that once they are wed, he will not hesitate to correct her whenever and
wherever he sees fit. On the day of their wedding she misbehaves and he backs
up his words, delivering a sound bare-bottom spanking that very evening.
Edward’s plans for Charlotte extend far beyond just spanking,
and she is soon kneeling naked at his feet, her beautiful body and bright red,
well-punished bottom on full display while he inspects what is his. Though her
face burns crimson with shame as she is tied to his bed, spread open and fully
exposed, she cannot help quivering with desire and even begs for more as her
husband claims her fully.
With every new experience,
every blushing climax, and every stern chastisement, Charlotte finds herself
falling deeper in love with her handsome, dominant husband. But when a jealous,
vindictive woman sets her sights on Edward and provokes Charlotte, can she keep
her wits about her or will her mischievous retaliation land her in deep
trouble?
Publisher’s Note: His Willful Bride includes spankings and
sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
EXCERPT
Edward dispatched his hand, landing several swats to
each cheek, then paused and gently rubbed.
“Are you listening to me, Charlotte?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to lay out two basic rules.”
“Rules, sir?”
“I have rules in my house, and as my wife you must obey
them. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You will be courteous and polite to everyone who comes
here. You are the lady of my house, and you will treat all guests with dignity
and respect.”
“Yes, sir.”
“My hand will make sure of it,” he said sternly as he resumed his smacking, “and I have other instruments of discipline should you
break this rule.”
“Ow, oh, sir,
that, ow, ow, does hurt, ow!”
“If you must yell out, face into the mattress,
Charlotte.”
“Polite and courteous, yes, sir, I understand,” she wailed as his hand continued to rain its
unrelenting hot swats.
“Face into the mattress, girl,” he barked, whisking his determined palm across her sit
spot. “My goodness, learn to do as you’re told, when you’re told!”
Turning her face into the bed, Charlotte kicked out
her foot. Edward was strict, so strict, and as much as she adored him, between
each stinging swat, she found herself wondering if she’d made a terrible mistake.
“What is rule number one?”
“Courteous and polite, sir, to all who come here,” she mewled.
“That is correct,” he
said, roaming his hand over her reddening moons. “It
matters not how tedious their conversation, you will nod your head and smile.”
“Yes, sir,” she
whimpered.
“I mean it, Charlotte. I know how easily you become
bored, but you must not let it be seen.”
“I understand. I’ll be good.”
“Aha! You’ll be good? So all those times you were rude to the
guests in your uncle’s house,
you knew you were misbehaving.”
“Uh, yes, sir, I did,” she
whispered. “I just couldn’t stand to listen to those people drone on and on.”
“You will stand it in this house,” he said firmly.
Returning his flattened palm to her sensitive sit
spot, he delivered a series of smarting blows, ignoring her muffled squeals as
he continued to move his determined discipline from side to side. When she
began to gyrate her hips, he paused to study his handiwork.
“Sir, please, I beg you, sir, no more!” she pleaded breathlessly.
“Your bottom is almost the color it should be,” he calmly remarked, “but
before I continue, the second rule, and then you shall be in my arms.”
“The second rule?”
“There are many more, and each of them will be
delivered with hard smacks. I fear it’s the only way I can reach you, Charlotte. As I said
before, you have been without authority for many years, and as my wife I cannot
allow you to continue with your bad habits.”
“I’m with you now, sir. I’ll be a good wife.”
“I believe you will, but you must understand I will
punish you if you disregard my instructions. This is merely a lesson,
Charlotte, one I hope you will learn.”
“Sir, you are so strict.”
“I am strict when I must be,” he said as his hand caressed her hot skin. “If you find yourself over my knee, or bent over this
bed, it will be deserved.”
He heard a heavy sigh, and knew it was a sign he was
getting through to her. She had run rampant at Kimberwick Hall, exasperating
her aunt and uncle to despair, but she wasn’t going to enjoy the same frivolous freedoms under his
roof.
“The second rule,” he
began, resting his hand in the center of her backside. “Are you paying attention?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ve saved this because I want it to be the last thing
for which you will feel the sting of my hand. It is the most important. You
will obey me, Charlotte. You will do as you’re told. I am always willing to listen to you, but you
must not be insolent, impertinent, or argumentative. Almost every time I tell
you to do something, you quibble. It must stop. Do I make myself clear?”
“Ooh, yes, sir.”
“These smacks will be the hardest. The next time you
disobey me, or speak back to me, you will feel more than my hand.”
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