by Wild, Lucy
Little Faith
Faith Muir has been tricked into stealing a diamond from the dominant and powerful Jonathan Hardcastle. To gain access to his home where the diamond is hidden, she must first enrol in his Finishing School. Signing the contract, she expects to emerge untouched by her experience but once she enters the world of age play her life changes forever.
Brought into a realm of harsh discipline and total submission, Faith finds herself drawn into the lifestyle of a little until eventually she is yearning to fully submit to Jonathan and no longer remembers why she enrolled in the first place.
But when circumstances conspire to separate Faith from her new master, it’s a race against time for these two star crossed lovers to find each other before it’s too late for either of them to have a chance at living happily ever after.
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The Little
When inexperienced Ella Stirling is caught in the act of theft by the dominant Anderson Price, he offers her a simple choice. She can admit her guilt and take her chances with the law or submit to him for a period of one week and then return home with all sins forgiven.
Not wanting to risk the shame of arrest, Ella chooses to submit. Taken to the Little Academy to learn the skills of submission, she enters a world of harsh discipline and humiliation, a place where all the rules of civilised society are forgotten in the pursuit of pleasure.
Finding herself drawn ever deeper into the seductive life of a little, Ella must make a decision when her time at the Academy comes to an abrupt end. Will she forget all she has learned and return to her ordinary life or accept who she truly is and embrace the submissive life of a little?
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A Little Lesson
From under the thumb to over the knee.
When Cecilia Graves is given the opportunity to enrol at an exclusive academy run by the famous Adrian Fox, she is glad of the chance to escape her wicked guardian and miserable home life. However, upon arrival at Fox Hall, she soon comes to regret her choice.
From being spanked for the slightest transgression to being made to wear a scandalously short frock to sleeping in a dormitory with the other students, her entire life is turned upside down by the cruelly cold proprietor who seems intent on turning her into a ‘little.’
But when a society gent visits Fox Hall and chooses Cecilia to become his future bride, Adrian realises that Cecilia is not just another little, there is something very special about this most obedient of students, something that makes him want to keep her all for himself…
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Stole
He stole her home, now she’s going to steal his heart.
Isabella Reed has spent a lifetime waiting for revenge, a chance to get her own back on the man who so callously evicted her family from their ancestral seat. Hearing a rumour that the wicked Lord Crossway has at last decided to take a wife and she realises this is the chance she’s been waiting for.
Her plan is to seduce him and then break his heart but in order to do that, she must first enter a world she knows nothing about, a world of age play, submission and discipline, a world where all the rules of her inexperienced life will count for nothing at all.
As Vanessa tumbles deeper down the rabbit hole of her own desire, she begins to realise that walking away is not going to be as simple as she first thought, especially if it means giving up on the dominant Master who has come to mean everything to her.
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Lucy Wild
Lucy Wild is the #1 international bestselling author of a range of romantic stories including Little Faith and A Little Lesson. She is a recommended read on Lushstories.com, has been voted a “Hot” author on Literotica.com and regularly appears in the Amazon Victorian erotica top ten chart. Best known for her erotic age play stories, Lucy combines submission with quintessentially Victorian romance. Her stories always have happy endings.
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Bonus Story 1
Desire
The Coldwater Academy Trilogy – Book 1
Burning desire can be treated with Coldwater.
When Annabelle Moncrieff is enrolled at Coldwater Academy, she expects to find herself at a finishing school like any other. But Coldwater is not like anywhere else. Run by the cruel Lord Hawthorne, Coldwater has unique ways of teaching submission to those who enrol. Soon Annabelle is being taught the value of submitting entirely to his will, even if it means wearing nappies and sucking on dummies when she misbehaves.
But when Coldwater is threatened from without, Annabelle must make a choice. Will she withdraw from the academy and return to her ordinary life or join forces with her new Lord to save not just his academy but also her growing desire for her powerful and dominating master.
Chapter 1
Lord Hawthorne has asked me to write down the story of how I came to Coldwater Academy, holding back only the names of those who are not yet willing to admit of their time spent in that illustrious finishing school. Despite the years since I last saw him, I still remember him with a fondness that not even my husband can draw from me. And would I even have a husband if it were not for Lord Hawthorne?
It was a dark and stormy day when he arrived unannounced at my home, suitcase brought in by his driver and set down beside him in the hall. I stood at the top of the stairs and watched as my stepfather strode towards him, hand outstretched. “I don’t believe I have had the pleasure…?” he began.
Lord Hawthorne did not respond, instead unbuttoning his coat and dropping it into my father’s hand. He turned to his driver and muttered something quietly to him, only turning back as the driver left through the open door.
I looked at him as he turned back towards my father. He was a broad shouldered mountain of a man, his expression haughty, impatient, as if at any moment he might explode in anger. His beard was black with hints of grey, a nasty scar above his left eye. His nose looked as if it had been broken more than once. He wore an expensive looking grey suit and he seemed to sneer at my guardian’s morning suit, as if comparing the cost in his mind and judging himself the victor of the sartorial encounter.
“Is there something I can help you with?” my guardian asked, looking down at the coat as if unsure what to do with it. “Only we are due at church in an hour.”
“You have a daughter,” the man boomed, the aggression in his voice barely held in check. “Is that correct?”
“You mean Annabelle?” My guardian sighed. “She is not my daughter but my ward. Is she in some kind of trouble?”
Lord Hawthorne walked past my guardian, glancing back over his shoulder. “Bring that and follow me.”
“Excuse me sir, I am not used to receiving orders.”
But Lord Hawthorne had already walked away. I watched him vanish into the study. My guardian looked up and down the hall, clearly attempting to decide what to do. “Oh dear, oh dear,” he said before picking up the suitcase with some effort and beginning to carry it through the hallway. I ran down the stairs quickly and followed him to the study, pressing myself against the wall to listen to their conversation.
“Come on,” Lord Hawthorne snapped. “Set it down on here.”
I heard a grunt from my guardian, then a thud as the suitcase landed on his desk. This was followed by the clicking of the case opening and then a rustle of papers. “Could I perhaps take my own chair?” my guardian asked.
“Sit there,” Lord Hawthorne said impatiently. “This will not take long. Read that.”
“What is this?”
“An enrolment form. Payment is expected in advance.”
“What?” Papers rustling and whispered words as father r
ead the document in question. “This is absurd. A hundred pounds? You walk into my house uninvited, you sit in my chair in my study and you hand over this…whatever this is…and expect me to just hand over a substantial sum of money? Who the devil are you?”
“I am Lord James Hawthorne and that is a contract signed by Annabelle’s parents. You recognise their signatures I presume?”
“Of course I do,” my stepfather said, his voice rising. “But what on earth does this…this thing mean?”
“You really are an imbecile aren’t you?”
“If you think you can…”
“Silence. I have two more appointments this morning and I am already late thanks to the damned useless turnpike keepers around here.”
“Would you refrain from using such foul language sir?”
“They are damned useless and there is no other word to describe it. Now as for this,” -the papers rustled again- “I was given to understand you were a man of learning but clearly I was misinformed. Ten years ago I lent a sum of money to Nathaniel Moncrieff on the understanding that he would in return enrol his daughter in my establishment, the tuition fee becoming payable on her eighteenth birthday which was two weeks ago, was it not?”
“But why on earth would you want Annabelle so badly?”
“I do not care a deuce for her.”
“Oh I see. It is the hundred pounds which interests you. Well I do not have that kind of money just lying around.”
“You are a Lord of the Realm. A note of credit will be good enough for me.”
I heard a chair scrape and then my guardian appeared in the doorway looking flustered. He glanced at me and opened his mouth before closing it and turning away from me, walking quickly down the hall and leaving me alone. I heard a low chuckle within the study and something in that sound infuriated me. I walked in through the door and marched up to the desk, leaning across to see Lord Hawthorne placing his papers back into his case. “Good morning,” he smiled, his lips twisting upwards as he closed the case. “You must be Annabelle. How do you do?”
“Don’t ‘how do you do’ me,” I said, fighting to resist slapping him across the face. “How dare you speak to my guardian like that?”
“Did no one ever tell you it is rude to eavesdrop on a private conversation?” he replied, seemingly indifferent to the anger radiating towards him.
“Get out of our house!” I shouted. “You are not welcome here.”
“And you are in no position to be making demands. You will lower your voice and speak to me in a more civil tongue or by God, you’ll regret it.”
As he spoke, he placed both hands on the desk and leaned towards me, his voice like the growl of an angry dog.
“I will not sir!” I snapped back at him. “How dare you threaten me!”
He moved surprisingly quickly for his size, stepping around the desk and grabbing my wrist, twisting it painfully as he shoved me forwards, pushing me down until my chest was pressed against the desk. I could do nothing but scream in protest as his hand held the flat of my back in place. His other hand whipped down onto my buttocks, making me scream all the louder.
At that moment, my guardian appeared in the doorway. “What on earth is happening here?”
“Stand back sir,” Lord Hawthorne said in response. “This girl is receiving the discipline that appears to have been lacking for some time.”
“Apologise,” Lord Hawthorne said, ignoring my squirming limbs.
“Never,” I snapped back at him.
I yelped as he spanked my buttocks again, this time harder than before. “Apologise.”
“This is not right,” my guardian said, marching across and trying to pull me free. I looked over my shoulder to see Lord Hawthorne push him backwards with no effort at all.
“Apologise!” Lord Hawthorne snarled, his hand landing twice more in quick succession. My posterior stung as his hand rose above his head.
“All right, all right,” I gasped. “I apologise.”
“There,” he said, his voice returning to normal as he loosened his grip on me. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”
I ran to my stepfather, tears already rolling down my cheeks. “Make him leave, please make him leave.”
“Do not worry,” my guardian replied. “I will never let him hurt you again.”
Lord Hawthorne chuckled once more, snatching the credit note from my father’s hand. “I am afraid,” he said as he folded it neatly, “that is now outside of your control. As for you Annabelle, I will give you until tomorrow morning to arrange your affairs and pack what things you wish to bring to Coldwater Academy.” He picked up his coat from the rack by the door and buttoned it quickly. “A carriage will be sent for you, be ready to leave promptly at eight. Until then, good day to you both.”
He nodded and left the study, leaving me trembling and crying in my guardian’s arms, the stinging sensation in my buttocks remaining until long after Lord Hawthorne had left. “I do not have to go with that villain do I?” I asked as the front door closed.
He looked down at me with sorrow in his eyes like I had never seen before. “I am afraid so,” he said quietly.
I did not sleep well that night. No amount of pleading or arguing had made any difference. The matter was settled. I was to leave at eight the next morning for Coldwater Academy, not to see my home again for heaven alone knew how long. I lay on my bed staring upwards in the darkness, waiting for a slumber that would not come. By the time the sun rose the next day I was exhausted, my nerves shot. I looked around at my belongings, the open case in the corner of the room glaring accusingly at me. What on earth should I take?
I had no clue of the location of Coldwater, nor the requirements. Would I need food? Clothing? Writing materials? I was still undecided when my stepfather called up at that it was a quarter to eight. Hurriedly, I packed a few items, closing my case as the bell rang. My heart froze. It was time to leave.
My guardian bid me farewell on the doorstep, the driver loading my case onto the roof of the carriage. Through the window I could see a woman of a similar age to myself. She was looking nervously out at me from underneath her bonnet but when I caught her eye, she immediately turned away. “Goodbye,” I said, giving my stepfather a final embrace.
“I will free you as soon as I am able,” he replied. “It is a simple matter of having Jeffries run his eye over that enrolment form. I am certain he will find a loophole somewhere.”
Jeffries was my father’s solicitor, a decent enough fellow but never one to rush anything. I knew I would likely be in for quite a wait before I was able to return home.
“Come on,” the driver said. “Time to move.”
“Farewell!” I cried as I climbed into the carriage and pulled the door closed. “Do not forget me.”
“I will not,” he cried back. “I swear.”
“On you go,” the driver called, spurring his pair of black horses away from the house. The wheels of the carriage began to turn as I slumped back against my seat and let out a long sigh of deep sorrow. I almost jumped when I felt a hand on my knee and I looked across to see the other woman attempting a smile, her face drained of all colour. “It will be all right,” she said in a quiet voice. “I am told Coldwater is not so bad once you are used to it.”
“You know of Coldwater?” I asked, taking her hand in my own. “Tell me what you know. How long do you remain there for? What kind of place is it? Will that scoundrel Hawthorne be there?”
“What little I know has come from my sister. She graduated last summer, coming home a completely different woman to the one who left. She would not tell me much but what I know I will gladly share.”
“You have my gratitude,” I replied. “Pray, do go on.”
“It is a finishing school of sorts. Young women from ages eighteen to twenty-one are enrolled for a single year’s training before being introduced to society on the security of a fee paid up front.”
“Training? What sort of training? I thought I was finished
with schooling.”
“She would not say much beyond smiling and telling me I would come to love it there. But that was before I met Lord Hawthorne.”
“He came to your house also?”
“He arrived whilst I was walking in the grounds. Bade me to join him and my parents in the dining room. When I walked a touch too slow for his taste, he bent me over the very doorstep and spanked me in front of my parents.”
“He is a demon,” I growled. “I will have my revenge upon him for the humiliation he heaped upon me before my own stepfather.”
“Told them he had come for me as agreed, watched as I was made to sign his enrolment form, my parents’ signatures joining my own as my sister watched with a smile from the corner of the room. This morning the carriage arrived for me and here I am, awaiting my fate as are you.”
“You must know something more of the education we are to receive. Pray tell me any detail you can recall, no matter how small.”
“The only other thing I know is that there are presumably children somewhere who we are taught to nurse.”
“What makes you say that?”
“When my sister returned, she emptied her case and left the contents upon her bed. I caught sight of children’s frocks, dolls, dummies, nappies, and bottles amongst her things. I can think of no other reason for her being in possession of such objects.”
“This matter becomes clearer by the minute,” I said, glancing out of the window to see a farmer leading on a herd of sheep, the carriage slowing to weave through them. “He doubles his income in this manner.”
“What do you mean?” the other woman asked.
“Part of the academy acts as a preparatory school. He charges to take in infants, he charges to take in adults. I have no doubt he sets us to watch them without the need to pay nursing staff, increasing his profits by a substantial amount.
“What is your name?” the woman asked.
“Annabelle Moncrieff. And you?”
“Bess Foyle. You have quite the imagination there, Annabelle.”
“Mark my words, Bess, the day we arrive, he will have us toiling for our keep watching over snivelling brats.”