“Taming Lady Lydia”byFelicity Brandon
Stormy Night
Publications
8th,
September, 2017
#EroticRomance
#RegencyRomance #SpankingRomance #BDSMRomance
163,000 words HEA/Suspenseful ending
A Regency
Lady requires a firm hand…
Buy Links:
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36181611-taming-lady-lydia
Author comments on book: Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I
have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about...
He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.
Publisher synopsis:
When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia
Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she
quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict
discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her
a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as
shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves
Lydia helplessly aroused.
Though he is charged with ensuring
that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s
response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked
across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing
climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to
surrender herself completely to a dominant man.
Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves
more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a
future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are
hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once
the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in
scandal and heartbreak?
Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and
sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Author
synopsis:
When her father, Earl Franklin dies unexpectedly,
eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia is sent to live with her guardian, the unknown and
enigmatic Lord Thomas Markham. Initially eager to leave her new home, Lydia is
indignant at her guardian’s firm and protective behaviour, but everything
changes that first night when she accidentally discovers something shocking
about life at Markham Hall…
Now, in spite of his rules and expectations, the young and
indulged Lydia finds herself inexplicably drawn to her guardian. Lord Markham
it seems, is a gentleman who will finally provide the firm hand she has always
needed, and Lydia begins to crave his discipline, desiring him to take her over
his knee and deliver a sound spanking.
With their affections for one another growing, Thomas and Lydia
seem set for a bright future if only events would stop conspiring to tarnish
their happiness. Can their burgeoning romance survive the scrutiny of Thomas’
mother, the Countess, and the interference of their peers? And can Lydia learn
to live by Her Lordship’s governance, and find the happily ever after they so
desire?
Teasers:
He looks at me, his face burning with intent. “Know this Lydia,”
he says in an even tone. “I have grown immensely fond of you these last days. I
will care for you, look after your needs, and be here for you, but whenever you
choose to overstep the line, I will punish
you.”
***
“I do so
enjoy the sound of my name on those lips,” he says, eyeing my mouth intently.
My lips part at the statement, as though his eyes have commanded
them to do so.
***
“My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since
we met, I have been captured.”
***
Excerpts:
A glimpse of
the dominant Lord.
“Indeed,” he
says. “But what to you deserve, Lady Lydia, for the disrespect and disobedience
that you have shown me?”
Our eyes
reconnect in a heartbeat, mine wide as he considers his own question. Can he
really mean to punish me for what had
transpired last night? The thought provokes the old insolence in me, and yet
there is something else – that other feeling – the one which had pooled between
my thighs when he had taken Lucy over his knee.
“I know not,
My Lord,” I reply even as my face flushes in front of him.
“Then let me
tell you, My Lady. As my ward you have no say on my verdict,” he says, his
voice still soft, but brimming with quiet authority. “You are mine now, and it
is my role to guide you and provide you with the correct moral framework. As
such I shall decide upon your penance.”
I clench the
muscles deep within me as his words resonate around my head. “Yes, My Lord,” I
say in a small, hushed voice, and for the first time in my life I take solace
in this act of subservience. Lord Markham seems like a man who may be worthy to
take control of me. Until now I believe I had not met a single one.
The threat of
a spanking (minimal adult content.)
His
voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently
delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”
The
knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet
refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say
hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”
“And
yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.
“For
that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.
He
nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers.
“Once you have been taken over my knee again.”
My
heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My
Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are
seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”
The
smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather
embarrassed?”
My
breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But,
Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as
though
escape is even an option available to me.
“Most
likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of
correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”
The
threat of a spanking (II) PG 13 content.
“You can
either be a good girl, behave and obey my requests…” He pauses, watching my
responses carefully. “Or, my love… you can resist me, try me, and be soundly
spanked for your trouble. Do you know which you have chosen tonight?”
I swallow at
the question, my hips raising beneath our entwined bodies as though they choose
to answer for me. “I have disobeyed you,” I whisper.
He smiles,
his brow rising wryly at my comment. “Yes,” he agrees, kissing me chastely on
the lips. “And so you will be spanked.”
“I am sorry,
Thomas,” I whimper, not really sure if I am truly sorry, or whether I just
enjoy playing the heroine to his bondage scene.
He is already
moving down my body as he replies. “Thank you, my love,” he replies, and there
is genuine warmth in his tone. “But you know the rules. You are to be punished
and then you will be pleasured.”
Spanking
(adult content.)
The depth
of the authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body.
It pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry
to have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but
wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last
week.
I swear he
senses the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand
into my hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a
low growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”
A silent
gasp leaves my mouth as I look upon him.
“Oh, so
you are…” he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”
I flush,
knowing that there is little point denying what we both already know to be
true. I glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He
pulls me closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me,
my love?” His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.
“Yes…” I
just about manage.
“And so
you have chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”
I shift my
head, looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I
whimper.
“Oh,
really, little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is
an untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so
because you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”
I am
trembling as I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps,
yes, My Lord, but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”
He smiles.
“Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to
naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”
My mouth
parts reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.
“Yes,” he
says, pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been
remiss in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends
right this moment.”
In an
instant he pulls me forward and down toward his lap. “But, My Lord!” I exclaim
as I lurch headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody
finds us?”
“We have
had this conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position,
“and I have assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”
I gasp,
feeling the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving
my behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my
bare skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut,
stunned by the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff
will hear us and enter the room unexpectedly.
A further
four swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am
forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his
palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except
for the expensive rug at my fingertips.
As the
next strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being
spanked, Lydia?” he asks.
I notice
his voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.
“I was
disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.
“Yes,” he
agrees, swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get
the attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your
needs.”
His hand
lands on my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly,
“you will receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me
for it.”
I whimper
as the next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My
Lord,” I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”
Five swats
land quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to
move.
His hand
holds me down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and
I flinch at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this
punishment, do you not?”
“Yes,” I
whine, wincing as the next spank lands.
“Yes, you
do,” he says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”
I swallow
hard, loathing the way he calls me his little
one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my
subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is
intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling
and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension
between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for
Thomas to explore me there.
His palm
eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How
do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.
“Thank you
for my spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.
I hear him
laugh, and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.
“Well
done, my love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.
I mewl and
groan, loving the intensity of his touch already.
“So wet
and beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia,
when I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”
Intimacy
(minimal adult content.)
“What just
transpired between us, Thomas?” I ask, dreamily.
He chuckles
lightly at my question. “I think you know, my love,” he says, kissing the top of
my forehead.
“Well, yes,”
I admit. “Yet it was more than that, wasn’t it? It felt more…?”
“I think each
time we love each other it feels a little more?”
He offers the explanation whilst leaning on his right elbow, looking down upon
me.
I consider
his words, but find that they do not sufficiently explain the breadth of what I
feel. “I think it was the crop…” I confess, burying myself into his chest as
the admission leaves my lips.
“Yes,” he
breaths into my hair. “You did seem to enjoy it more this time?”
I sigh, the
sound resonating deeply within me. “It is wondrous – and awful – all at the
same time?” I risk a glance up to his face, as I offer my account.
“I will never
deliver more than you can handle,” he promises.
I swallow at
his sensual expression. “I know,” I whisper.
“It seems,”
he says, drawing himself down so that we are now eye to eye. “That you are more
and more relishing my darkness, Lydia?”
“I relish
every part of you,” I reply, but then seeing his expression I stop. “Yes, I
think you are right,” I affirm.
He kisses me
once more, the act a sensual connection between us. “The more I push you in
that dark direction, the more you respond, my love,” he says, his eyes boring
into me.
“The more you
push me there,” I correct him. “The more you make the mundane seem
unpalatable.”
The last
thing I remember is the sinful look on his face as I slip finally into a
satiated slumber.
Author Bio:
International bestselling & award winning writer of BDSM,
spanking erotic romance.
Voted Favourite Historical Fiction, 2016, Golden Flogger Finalist,
2016, and Spanking Romance Review runner-up, 2016.
Founding Wicked Pen writer.
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