When her sister Rosalie is dragged from her home to be married against her will, Christabel turns in desperation to the only man who might be able to help. Unfortunately for her, that man is Sir Tristan, a knight who swears his questing days are behind him and refuses to aid her. When she questions his manhood, however, she quickly finds that he is more than ready to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.
Before she knows it, Christabel finds herself naked, bound, and serving at the pleasure of Sir Tristan. In spite of herself, she finds that some part of her is deeply aroused by her situation, but she cannot forget her sister’s plight. Will she convince her new master to act to save Rosalie before it is too late?
Publishers Note: This steamy romance contains elements of power exchange.
“Hush, little one. You have a beautiful, plump rump for a beating. A spanking will settle your angry, fearful passions and make your temper more amenable to my tastes, wench. Then we will work out what further punishment it will be fitting for me to bestow upon you for your insults,” he told her in a deep, dark voice that seemed to caress her skin and melt her resistance, causing her to almost welcome him to beat her bottom sore. A curious, painful sensation between her thighs began to throb and produce a wetness she had never encountered. The feeling brought color to her cheeks and a needful pleasure in the pit of her stomach.
Her confused feelings collided with her fear, making her squirm and struggle to gain her freedom. But her actions were to cause the commencement of her chastisement without any further delay.
A rush of warm air pushed down and struck her buttocks before the knight’s firm dominant hand smacked her bare bottom with strength. Her body tightened, and she scrunched her eyes closed, breathing hard as she waited and anticipated the second blow to her vulnerable flesh. A loud sob from her lips startled her body into ceasing the movement that so annoyed the man. Her bottom burned and stung as the knight delivered another and yet another firm strike. Christabel’s buttocks quivered and shook as she howled and cried, yet the wetness grew and pooled between her thighs. The ache became pleasurable, threatening to burst from her body and consume her whole.
A steady stream of tears emanated from Christabel’s eyes, and a fresh series of yelps and howls began once more when the knight took it upon himself to move the punishment from her bare buttocks to the tender backs of her thighs, just below her bottom. Finally, she became silent and accepting of her chastisement from the knight, and her body grew warm and pliant. She lay quietly and submissively, accepting each strike the knight sought to deliver upon her bottom to discipline her wayward temper.
Eventually, the knight appeared satisfied that she was penitent and soundly punished. As he finished her bare bottom spanking, his fingers resumed caressing her bottom, moving to tenderly gentle the soreness and smoothing the curve of her buttock where it sloped down into the shape of the back of her thigh.
“Now you are quiet, little one, and perhaps you will be more amenable. This is merely the first of your lessons in obedience and humility. You must prepare yourself for further punishments.” He gave a small laugh. “Your spanking has suited you well. Wetness coats your thighs.”