I have the lovely Jaye Peaches on my blog today. She's sharing an excerpt from her book Captivated.
An ordinary woman wakes up in an extraordinary marriage.
Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.
Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.
In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.
It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?
Publisher’s Note: Captivated includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
She wants a naughty girl spanking without the guilt.
The door creaked open and he switched the light on. “Please kneel facing the corner, over there.” He pointed to the dimmest part of the room. “I’ve a few preparations to make before I punish you.”
He liked saying the word. Punish. To say it in anger or malice would be wrong. To utter it with a trivial snicker of delight, also. She had to hear it as she needed it—a desire for discipline born out of lust, not any kind of intrinsic disobedience. Unlike the real Henrietta, Anna had much to offer given her desire to submit. Henrietta went beyond feisty sub. She’d pushed back, implied he’d failed as dominant, while Anna wanted him to succeed. Anna believed in him and for her, acting bratty was a means to an end. By the end of the scene, she’d be more compliant than ever.
What a fucking responsibility, he thought as he selected a few implements from the wall, weighing them in his hands, judging their potential. A little of this and that to warm her up, then if she had it in her, he would try a greater degree of humiliation.
“Would you cry if I spank you hard?” he’d asked after one fun session of spanking.
“You haven’t spanked me hard yet?” Her voice had trembled a little.
“Baby, I’m not going to harm you, but pain is a processing thing. Done right, you can build it up, then you’ll find it is the emotions that kick in. The pain gets fuzzy.” He’d no personal experience, but he had the feedback of several submissives to know how they liked it.
Now, here in his dungeon, he felt reasonably optimistic she understood what he required from her.
“Up and stand in front of the pillory.” He lifted the upper board. “Bend over.”
She was shaking and the surface of her skin showed a multitude of little shivering bumps. However, her cheeks were flushed pink. She wasn’t cold.
He imagined the internal battle raging in her mind. To submit to him, enjoy the pleasure of his control, or back out. She hesitated and he gave her the time, knowing she was a newcomer to the pillory. The rims of the neck and wrist holes were padded with a veneer of suede. The catch that held the upper board in place across the back of her neck was reachable with her fingers. He’d demonstrated the safety features to her during another more informative visit to the basement. This time, he expected no questions.
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