Jenny Hanson went to visit her good friend Mandy in Scotland, and while there she met Reade Ramsay, heir to the huge Catherwood estate. He followed her back to Houston where they fell in love.
Now he’s brought her back to Scotland with him, but Reade’s father, the aging but still cruel Marquess of Catherwood, makes their life together difficult. He may be senile, but he’s still lord of the manor, and he won’t hear of an engagement. To make matters worse, his two illegitimate sons have his protection and have turned Catherwood into a decadent playground. Reade has to hide his engagement to Jenny while protecting her from both his father and the sordidness that infects Catherwood.
How long will they have to wait until he’s free of his father’s control?
This is book two in the Catherwood series but can be read independently.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary romance contains elements of mystery, power exchange, and adult themes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
“No, I’m expecting you to behave like an adult and have a modicum of self-control.”
Jenny’s lower lip came out, making her look remarkably like a young child. “Stop using those words!” she complained.
“Your dictionary words. Nobody but you would say modicum.”
“Do you know what it means?”
“I don’t really care.”
Reade finished undoing her jeans and pushed them down to her knees and then put his fingers inside the waistband of her sheer little lavender panties and pulled them down, too.
“Besides your egregious”—he emphasized the word—“behavior with the phone, your attitude today is that of a sulky little child. I have no idea what’s gotten into you, but I intend to spank it out of you.”
Jenny’s insides were clutching as he pulled her over his left leg, her bare little bottom now on display. She hated this so much! She knew she shouldn’t have looked on his phone, but that didn’t mean he had to spank her. Did he even know how much his hand hurt?
“First I’m going to spank you for resisting punishment and for being rude.”
That was weird. He usually added things like that at the end.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Reade brought his hand down on her backside six times… hard.
“Ow-w!” cried Jenny, trying unsuccessfully to wiggle away.
“That’s for resisting punishment.” He paused a moment and then said, “And this is for your rudeness.”
He gave her another six slaps and then said, “Being rude to the person who’s about to punish you is self-defeating. You need to learn that.”
Jenny sniffled but didn’t answer, so he continued.
“Now I’m going to spank you for your egregious behavior with the phone—sneaking into it and watching something you knew was off limits. We’re not going to have that kind of behavior in our relationship.”
With that, he started bringing his hand down in earnest, over and over, fully intending that she suffer. He’d been truly shocked at her audacity, and he was determined that such a thing never happen again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The spanking continued as Jenny cried and begged him to stop.
“No! Don’t!” she sobbed. “I’m sorry!”
Reade ignored her pleas and watched with satisfaction as her round little cheeks took on a red hue, at first bright but then turning darker and splotchy. He needed to be careful now, because he didn’t want to bruise her.
“Do you think you can behave yourself in the future?” he asked as he paused momentarily.
“Yes!” She would have said anything to stop the spanking.
“I have to be able to trust you, Jenny, and this morning you showed me that I can’t.”
He started spanking her again, this time on her upper thighs so he wouldn’t bruise her bottom.
“I’m sorry!” she cried again, but Reade spanked her another dozen times before stopping.
“When I tell you something is off-limits, it means exactly that,” he said in a stern voice. “Your life will be much easier if you learn a modicum of self-discipline, but if you’re unable to discipline yourself, I shall do it for you. Is that what you prefer?”