The young, handsome and wealthy present day Scottish 14th Duke of Macgrory, Marshal Blackwood falls in love with his European business manager’s fragile wife during a two month stay with the couple. He discovers her husband beats her, gambles and is in severe debt. In his last poker game he lost the house and his wife to a violent London crime gang leader as though she were a possession for sale. The Duke finds himself fiercely protective of Angelica who naively does not believe what her husband has done and decides to stand by him. Marshal takes matters in to his own hands by kidnapping Angelica and keeping her locked away for the sake of her safety in his family seat, Lochabar Castle in Scotland.
Angelica finds her kidnapper to be very paternal and determined in regressing her back to being a child so he can ascertain what it is in her past that keeps her loyal to her abusive husband. Referring to her as his little princess, Angelica finds herself having to call him Daddy in an age-play role. Angelica is confused when she finds herself taking a liking to the role she is made to play, and the warm reassurance Marshal’s paternal protection affords her.
But when he probes deep into her violent past, she is at pains to hide it. This prompts Marshal to administer a series of hard bare bottom spankings and then to diaper her sore bottom. He also ensures she receives an intimate medical examination in front of him because she refuses to eat. Angelica quickly learns the younger man she is helplessly falling for means to wield his sexy dominant aristocratic power over her to keep her safe from the crime gang leader who hunts her and her own destructive tendencies. There is no choice but to surrender and become his little princess unconditionally.
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“It is time you were made to realise I am in control of you and your life until you are well and I can allow you to make some decisions again,” he informed her flatly. “Every time you defy me, you are going to be spanked and spanked hard, Angelica.”
“You can’t. You wouldn’t dare. I am a grown woman.”
“Sometimes grown-up women need to be disciplined and you are no exception,” he told her sternly. “I have been desperate to spank your bare bottom all night. I will have your obedience, Angelica, and I will spank you hard until I get it.”
“I won’t let you spank me like a child,” she raged, digging her nails in his arm.
“Unfortunately, you don’t have any choice in the matter. May I remind you I have kidnapped you and I hold all the power? I can do anything I want to you, honey,” he said and grinned, watching the dismay spread across her face.
He stood her down on the floor of the plane and wound his arm around her waist as she began to curse him and struggle. Although not seen by his men and the stewardesses because they had retreated to the other end of the plane, his princess’s first spanking would be public in the sense that it would be heard. He could not wait to fill the cabin with the sound of his palm striking her bare flesh to discipline her wilful stubbornness. It would heighten her humiliation and help him bring her under control. But first, he would provide another tantalising sound for his co-passengers: the ripping of her dress, the delectable sound of bare female flesh being exposed to scrutiny.
He wanted to tear the dress from her and with it the old callous world she had been forced to live in. Marshal bent, trapping her legs against him and lifted the hem of her long pink dress. She struggled violently, but when he began to forcibly tear it with strength, she was shocked into stillness. Her concern now was to hide her bare flesh. He tore the material up to the sumptuous swell of her bottom and felt his fingers tingle with excitement as they brushed her skin through the silky thin dress. He wore a mask of stern determination as he looked down at her and continued to forcibly strip her. She stared up at him with fright but there was a tinge of smoulder in those sapphire eyes at the way he was deftly taking her in hand.