by Sue Lyndon
Forcing a smile and a cheerful voice, Lacey got to work with the couple, showing them how to track their expenditures and stick to their budget while paying off racked up credit card debt. To her great delight, they finished early and Lacey flicked off the lights and locked the door fifteen minutes sooner than expected.
Traffic was light on the drive home. Hopefully it was a good omen for the night to come. Scratch that. Days to come. Today was Thursday, and Lacey and Kaden had taken off work Friday and Monday. They would enjoy four whole days together. Ninety-six hours of spankings and rough sex. Valentine’s Day would be perfect. Lacey grinned as she turned onto their street. After she parked in the driveway beside his truck, she checked her makeup in the mirror, straightened her hair, and emerged from the car with a spring in her step.
Once inside, she searched for Kaden after he didn’t respond to her customary, “Honey, I’m home!”
Silence greeted her at every turn. As she made her way through the living room, she spotted a large package on the coffee table. The business label on the box read Angeline’s Vintage Clothing and Accessories. Puzzled, Lacey drew nearer. A large envelope with Mrs. Prescott scrawled on it rested atop the package. Fingers trembling slightly, she snatched up the card and tore it open. She withdrew a folded piece of paper, sat down, and flattened it on her lap.
It was a letter. From Kaden.
Lacey swallowed past the lump in her throat, not sure what to expect. Anxious, she began to read.
February 14th, 1819
Dearest Lacey,
It has been brought to my attention that I have returned home to London to an errant wife. Weeks ago, I forbid you from consorting with the ill-reputed spinster, Miss Connelly. Yet after questioning several members of the household staff, I now know that you entertained Miss Connelly for afternoon tea on two separate occasions during my absence.
Rest assured your blatant disobedience will be met with the swiftest of just punishments. You will report to my study, in the proper attire for a lady, at once, with the exception of no undergarments. Do not keep me waiting.
Yours,
Lord Prescott
The words blurred together as Lacey stared at the letter in shock. Kaden not only wanted to role play with her, but he’d gone all out. She gave herself a mental shake and removed the lid of the box. Inside she found an elegant ivory Regency era tea dress, trimmed in silver. It was the most beautiful garment she’d ever set eyes on.
She grinned. So this was part of Kaden—er, Lord Prescott’s—grand surprise.
Her heart swelled with affection. She wasn’t just touched by the effort he’d put into their special weekend, but it also made her spirit dance to see Mrs. Prescott written on the envelop. She was ecstatic that she would be his wife during the roleplaying.
Do not keep me waiting.
Right.
Lacey stripped off her dress pants, blouse, and underwear, kicked off her shoes, and donned the elegant gown. It was a perfect fit. She spun around once, enjoying the flutter of the long sleeves flaring out. She hurried to the little mirror in the hallway and did a quick inspection. She contemplated a trip to the bathroom to put her hair up, but then decided it looked well enough down. Besides, mustn’t keep Lord Prescott waiting.
Lord Prescott.
A shiver of excitement tingled up her neck at the thought of addressing Kaden so formally. She stared at herself, an image of the past, and once again marveled at the lengths he was going to for their weekend.
With small, quiet steps, she proceeded down the hallway, her senses on full alert. The quietness of the house unnerved her, and as she stopped at the closed door of Kaden’s—no, Lord Prescott’s—study, she paused with her hand hovering on the knob.
Lowering her head, she roused up the persona of the errant Regency era wife she was to play. God, she hoped she didn’t burst out laughing at the wrong time.
She stepped back and knocked lightly, figuring it best not to barge in, even though she’d been summoned.
“Come!”
Lord Prescott’s booming voice reverberated through the door and her chest, filling her up with his presence even though she hadn’t set eyes on him yet. Lacey forced her chin up and bravely entered the study. Perhaps she shouldn’t act contrite just yet. Perhaps Lady Prescott wasn’t easily intimidated.
Yes, she decided, Lady Prescott was a bit of a spoiled brat who most certainly would try to argue her way out of a spanking. Would Lord Prescott be swayed by her words? Or would he lift her skirts and bare her bottom for punishment, ignoring her fervent protests?
“Ah, there she is. The good Lady Prescott. Or should I say naughty?” His voice lowered an octave when he said naughty. “Close the door behind you. We’re going to be a while.”
Chapter Five
Lacey closed the door behind her and froze in place. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of Lord Prescott. He looked resplendently handsome in black trousers, a crisp white shirt, a green silk vest with a beige cravat tucked inside, and a black coat. It took all her willpower to keep her face straight and force her feet forward, closer to the desk where he stood.
The stern look in his eyes chased away her inclination to giggle. Her heart swooned at the dominance he projected.
“You wanted to see me, my lord?” Lacey gave him an innocent look, and when his expression darkened further, she second guessed her plan to sass him. Good God, he was intimidating, standing at his desk wearing that.
“Don’t play innocent with me, Lacey. You know very well what this is about.” He removed his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. He began to methodically work the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up, one by one to reveal thick forearms. She gulped hard.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what has you upset. Perhaps you’re simply tired after your travels and—”
“One more lie from you, and I’ll add extra to the punishment you already have coming.”
“Pu-punishment?” She bit her lip and stared worriedly at her agitated husband.
“Yes, punishment,” he responded matter-of-factly. “A good thrashing on your bare bottom, to be precise.”
Lacey’s heart nearly stopped at the seriousness of his firm voice, dominant stance, and especially those stern dark eyes that pierced to her soul. This felt so real. She retreated one step backward. “What is it you think I did to warrant a thrashing?”
“Did you, or did you not, invite Miss Connelly to tea, twice?”
“Er, I…” She stopped speaking when he retrieved a leather strap from the desk drawer.
“The truth,” he bellowed, moving around the furniture to stand directly in front of her.
“Yes,” Lacey whispered, wondering where her voice had gone. “Yes, I did entertain Miss Connelly in the parlor, twice. I’m so very sorry, my lord.”
“Miss Connelly has caused scandal after scandal in the ton. I forbade you from having any contact with her. She’s not a wholesome person and I won’t have my wife consorting with the likes of her.”
Lacey twirled a lock of hair between her fingers and lowered her head a notch. “We only had tea.”
Lord Prescott harrumphed. “Yes, you only had tea. And you only disobeyed me, twice, while I was away.” He transferred the strap to his other hand. “Come here, wife.”
Though her legs felt like jelly and butterflies flittered in her stomach, Lacey managed to approach him steadily. Her pussy seized under a series of hot aching pulses, and her panties felt soaked through.
“Please don’t spank me.”
Trying to talk her way out of it, even though she wanted it—craved it with every fiber of her being—was so much fun. Especially because she knew, without a doubt, that Lord Prescott’s resolve would not waver, no matter how convincingly she pleaded her case.
He set his jaw in a firm line. “I’m the head of this household, Lacey. I’m your lord and master. It seems you’ve forgotten your place. Now, raise your skirts and bend over the desk so I can help you to remembe
r.”
Lacey sighed and nodded briefly, knowing she had no choice but to do as commanded. He moved aside and gestured to the desk. Cool air kissed her legs and bottom, leaving her vulnerable and exposed as she lifted her dress up. After gathering the layers of the skirt at her waist, she bent over the desk and placed her hands on the smooth surface. She heard movement and felt his hand exploring her ass, stroking her backside all over. She shivered.
“This is going to hurt, Lacey. If you move out of place, I will add extras.” The leather rested against her bottom, as if he were preparing to adjust his aim, and then—
Whoosh! The implement cut through the air and crashed into her flesh. Lacey gasped at the sting. Oh, but it was a delicious pain, and her inner spanko rejoiced. Once more, he brought the leather down with a resounding slap, causing a line of fire to sizzle across her smarting backside. He thrashed her over and over again, punishing her with gusto, leaving no more than a second or two between blows.
One hand came down on her lower back, pressing her hard against the desk, and his thighs joined the side of her body. His closeness overwhelmed her, and her heart pounded in her ears as her anticipation grew.
The strap fell especially hard during the next stroke, and Lacey couldn’t repress a shriek.
“I would be quiet if I were you,” he said, in between blows. “You don’t want the servants to hear you, do you?”
She couldn’t respond. She was too occupied gasping for breath as the painful sting intensified to a raging inferno.
“Are you remembering your place yet, Lady Prescott?”
“Yes, my lord,” she replied, wincing through the punishment. “I’m remembering quite well, thank you.”
“Good to hear, but I’m not quite convinced yet.”
The strap connected with her right thigh, and it took all Lacey’s willpower to remain in position, though she doubted Lord Prescott would allow her to rise to her feet. His hand remained on her lower back, holding her firmly in place for the spanking. Over a dozen more strokes fell on her tender thighs, stinging worse than those on her bottom. Lord Prescott was nothing if not thorough.
“Spread your legs wider, Lacey.”
Panting, she struggled to separate her feet.
“Not good enough. I want to see all your intimate, pink parts. Spread wider.”
Chapter Six
Kaden placed the strap on the desk and stepped away from Lacey. One glance at her reddened bottom and the sight of her glistening pussy lips set his passions on overdrive. He fought to remain in character, even though her spanking was over. The way she responded to his little game, in a saucy character of her own, pleased him greatly. The Regency era costumes had been a wise investment.
“Your punishment is over, Lacey. You may stand up and fix your dress back in place.”
She took a shaky breath and pushed off the desk, her skirts falling down with her movement. Immediately, she hissed and cupped her bottom through the layers of fabric.
He frowned. “Hands at your sides. No rubbing.”
Her eyes widened as she flushed prettily, dropping her arms at her sides. “Yes, my lord.”
“Did you learn your lesson?”
“Oh, yes, most definitely. Thank you, my lord.” A hint of uncertainty shone in her eyes, jarring Kaden. He ached to hold her and comfort her with a protective fierceness that made their roleplaying seem all the more real, as if they had truly fallen back in time.
“Come here.” He opened his arms as he drew closer.
She fled into his arms, wrapping herself in the cocoon of safety he had offered. He would’ve been content to hold her forever, in this room and in this moment of tenderness. A soft sigh left her as she peered up at him, unanswered questions written on her face.
“My lord?”
“Yes, Lacey?”
“You were gone for nearly two weeks. I missed you and…I think it’s only right I give you a proper welcome home.”
He smoothed her hair from her forehead. It fell about her shoulders, framing the sweeping neckline of the gown. “What do you have in mind?”
She gave him a saucy grin. “Something wicked.” She dropped to her knees and pressed a hand to the hardness encased in his trousers. Her eyes locked with his and she licked her lips seductively.
Impatient to feel her lips wrap around his ready cock, he assisted her with the button front, pulling his hard length out to touch her cheek. Her hand wrapped around the base and she ran her tongue along the tip.
Kaden groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to take him deeper, all the way to the back of her throat. “Mm. I’ve missed your mouth,” he murmured through an erotic haze.
Lacey hummed an incoherent response, and the vibrations ricocheted through his shaft and lower to his balls. He groaned at the euphoric sensation of her expert sucking. She remained on her knees, head bobbing forward, until Kaden sensed his release drawing near. Grasping a handful of hair, he pushed her mouth away and stabbed a finger at the desk.
“Bend over it and lift your dress, just like before.”
Her face was flushed and her chest heaved as she hurried to obey. Ordering her around gave Kaden an addictive, dark thrill. He watched as she leaned forward and brought the layers of her dress around her waist once again.
Red covered her bottom cheeks and upper thighs where he’d applied the strap, and his cock hardened further at the sight. He approached her, resting the tip of his length in her crevice, then rubbed it through her pooling moisture. She whimpered and opened her legs wider, inviting his intrusion.
It was all the encouragement he needed.
With one rapid thrust, he plunged inside her hot, slick tightness.
“You were a naughty girl, Lady Prescott,” he scolded. “I think I need to punish you some more.” He spread her cheeks apart and prodded her little hole, massaging the outer ring of muscle.
“Oh!” She gasped and clenched up. “Please don’t touch me there, my lord. It’s most improper.”
“You don’t have a say in the matter, Lacey. Now be still. I’m your husband and your body belongs to me, even this little hole of yours.”
Though he kept his cock deep in her pussy, she’d become an ocean, and he was able to steal moisture from her outer lips and spread it over her tiny clenching rosebud. She hissed as he entered her with one finger, all the way past his knuckle.
“I’m going to keep my finger inside you while I fuck you, Lacey.” He pushed deeper, drawing another whimper of protest from her. “Unless you’d like my cock here?”
“Please don’t, my lord. Your finger will do just fine.”
Her words almost made him laugh, but he was quick to straighten his face, even though she couldn’t see him, and maintain the strict, demanding persona of Lord Prescott.
“I’m going to take you for my pleasure, Lacey. Be a good girl and I’ll let you come eventually.”
Before she could respond, he began a steady thrusting of hard strokes, in and out of her soaking pussy. He slammed into her, his desire so great he became lost in the harshness of the act, of asserting his authority over her in an intimate manner.
Watching her submit, feeling her surrender, caused his heart to swell with love and invigorated his passion at the same time.
He pumped his finger in her hole, fucking her bottom while he continued to ram his cock into her pussy. Sweat trickled down his temple at his exertions, and he sweltered within the confines of the shirt and vest, but he didn’t miss a beat.
He came with a moan, his vision blurring as his cock jerked within her. A thousand spasms of ecstasy. He collapsed over her in a breathless heap, and brushed her hair aside to place a kiss at the base of her neck.
“And did you learn your lesson this time, Lady Prescott?”
“Yes. Oh yes, most assuredly.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
He helped her to stand up, all the while trailing kisses down her neck. He lifted her to sit on the desk, pushing her skirts up past her
thighs to glimpse her moist center.
“Was I a good girl, my lord? Are you going to let me have my pleasure now?” Her eyes briefly danced with humor, but her look of need was stronger. Desperate. She burned with longing.
“Yes, you were a good girl, Lacey.” He rubbed his thumb over her engorged clit, pressing down and swirling her juices around.
Her head fell back as her eyes clamped shut, her sweet whimpers filling the room. A quiver racked her body and her legs tightened around his hand. She moaned through her release, her breasts arched out and she writhed on the desk, wantonly with her skirts raised in a heap around her.
“Mm. Now aren’t you glad you were a good girl?”
“Yes, my lord.” Her tone was husky, as if the flames of her desire were rekindling already. “Thank you for reminding me of my place.”
Hours later, after cleaning up and enjoying take-out from their favorite Italian restaurant, Kaden reached across the table for Lacey’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “So was this a good Valentine’s Day present?”
“The best.” She beamed and threaded her fingers through his.
“Better than roses and heart-shaped boxes of candy?”
Her laughter rang out, warming his heart. “Better than roses and heart-shaped boxes of candy.”
THE END
About Sue Lyndon
USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she’s not busy working on her next book, you’ll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.
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