I am bound to Quincy by the betrothal alliance. Every midnight review of the registry turns into his commands over the library desk. He orders me to bend across the papers, lifts my skirts, and spanks me while I stay still beneath the lantern light.
He expects obedience without question. I give it each time, even as the marks stay and the risk to our alliance grows. I could end the arrangement with one word. I never speak it.
Scorching Victorian spanking erotica featuring exhibitionistic discipline during betrothal reviews, strict commands, and surrender under male dominance. For readers who crave a lord who claims his betrothed over the desk.
