The Lady Submits

By Anna Austin

 

 

Description:

 

Lady Charlotte is bereft. Betrothed to a man she had never even met, she wishes her young life was over.

 

Then, at a masked ball, chance leads her into the arms of a handsome stranger. He introduces her to a world of sin, where pleasure and pain mingle to create one delicious whole. The passion that she feels for him is without limit, her lust uncontrollable

 

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"Such unblemished white skin," he commented. "Your arse is perfect. You my lady, have an backside that was meant to be touched."

 

Charlotte found herself mesmerized by the lustful way with which he spoke of her body parts. This was no gentleman! None of the men that she knew from polite society would dare to speak to her this way! She was the daughter of the Earl of Richmond!

 

She opened her mouth to tell him exactly this but ended up crying out from the sharp and unexpected crack of his palm against her bottom cheeks. Before she could recover there was another slap, hard enough to sting. She squirmed on his lap but he captured both her hands with one of his and continued to spank her.

 

Tears came to Charlotte's eyes from the sting. She knew her posterior had to be an angry red at the furious slaps against her person, but the strangest thing happened to her. She remembered the pictures on the wall and somewhere in between his spanking, the pain and the pleasure translated and became one.

 

Her gasps of pain became gasps of pleasure. She could feel herself getting damp between her legs.

 

"This shade of pink suits you better, my lady." he murmured as he smoothed his hands over her arse and rubbed her backside. He now soothed the skin that he had spanked, cooling the area. She froze when his fingers pushed between her cheeks and rubbed her puckered hole.

 

"Please!" she begged, not sure if she was begging him to stop or to pleasure her more.

 

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"This is a restricted area." He spoke to her slowly.

 

"I- I beg your pardon my Lord but I fell in by accident."

 

"You seemed quite taken with the pictures on the wall." He observed. "Is there a particular reason?"

 

Charlotte felt her face burn with a most unattractive blush. His presence was daunting and overpowering. She didn't care for the way he made her feel small and helpless.

 

"Speak!" He ordered her in such a loud tone that she jumped.

 

"I- I was lost."

 

She watched in fascination rather than fear as he approached her. She was breathing so hard she could feel the creamy mounds of her breasts swelling above the top.

 

There was a sensuality about this man approaching her. She stared through the two holes cut out in the mask for his eyes and was lost in the clear blue depths. She could not move for the life of her. She watched him get closer and closer until he came to a stop beside her. He chose to sit on the couch.

 

"It's not appropriate for us to be here without a chaperone, my lord," she gulped.

 

"Then. my fair lady, shouldn't you have thought of this before wandering off by yourself? And now I must punish you for daring to go off on your own without a chaperone."

 

 

 

 

Keywords: victorian bdsm erotica, spanking domination submission, dark historical romance, virgin first time