by Ava Sinclair
Lady Darmley wiped a tear away. “I am gravely sorry, Amelia. You are a good girl. I put you at risk.”
“Am I not still at risk?” she asked. “Are we not all? He knows of my past.”
She shrugged. “Who will believe him? The letter you showed me? It’s in his hand. He made the whole thing up. There’s no one here who is out to hurt you. It was him all along. Mr. Holloway has corrected the stable lad regarding what he thought he saw. All is now as it was before…”
“Except for you,” Amelia said, feeling sad. She reached out and put her small hand over Lady Darmley’s pale elegant one. “I wish you could find the happiness you seek.”
“Perhaps I will.” Lady Darmley brightened. “But for now, I will settle for wisdom.”
Amelia fell quiet. “And what of Garrett? You saved me, Lady Darmley. He doesn’t have to know that Dobbs set you against me.”
“Oh, sweet girl.” The older woman smiled. “Let’s keep no more secrets from one another. I will tell my son, and it will be for him to decide. Well, him and his father. Even though the earl and I do not share a bed, he is still my husband and I must answer to him despite my freedoms.” She looked up. “Oh, your governess is here. Now be a good girl and run along to bed.”
It seemed surreal to be packed off to the nursery after such an explosive evening. And it was quite late when Miss Steadwell tucked Amelia in. She had said little before that moment. Now, as Amelia lay bundled under the covers, the governess spoke.
“You should have told me, Amelia.”
“Did you see the note?”
“Yes. Lady Darmley showed it to me.”
Amelia sighed. “Then surely you understand. I didn’t know whom to trust.”
“Perhaps it’s just my pride talking,” the governess said. “Did you really think for a moment that I would betray you?”
Amelia felt a twinge of shame. The governess was right. It now seemed illogical.
“I’m sorry.” She reached out and squeezed Miss Steadwell’s hand. “You’ve been more like a mother to me than my own mother. Forgive me?”
“And you feel like my very own child,” Miss Steadwell said. “And a mother always forgives her child. As for Lord Darmley… I fear he won’t be quite so lenient.”
“What do you mean?” Amelia asked.
The governess leaned over and blew out the candle on the bedside table. “I believe you will find out when he returns.”
Chapter Fourteen: Wedding Night
“Oh, please. Must I take another? My bottom is so sore!”
Lady Amelia Darmley looked back imploringly at her husband, who stood behind her preparing to land another blow across her bottom with the sturdy leather slipper.
“My little one, you know better than to beg. Did I not tell you that you were going to be punished so thoroughly that you would never again even think of hiding the truth from me?”
She nodded sadly.
When Lord Darmley had entered her room the morning after the incident, his face had been stormy with anger. For a moment, Amelia had the terrible thought that perhaps he was going to cast her out, but when he’d spoke, it wasn’t to her but to her governess.
“Miss Steadwell, please dress Lady Amelia in her wedding dress. She’s getting married today.”
Amelia had been stunned as she realized that her first consequence for failing to confide in Garrett Darmley—if one could call it a consequence—was being denied a full wedding with guests. Her rash decision to meet a stranger outside after dark left him no choice but to marry her immediately, for her own protection.
The vows were exchanged in Darmley Chapel with Garrett’s parents in attendance along with Miss Steadwell and Mr. Holloway. Aster Darmley had looked happy but tired at her son’s wedding. Later Amelia would learn that her mother-in-law had indeed answered for her role in Henry Dobbs’ scheme. She was soundly caned by Mr. Holloway while her husband watched—a correction that seemed to satisfy both her ladyship’s sense of guilt and need for oversight. Mr. Holloway’s cane would play a role in her guidance for years to come afterwards. The chief of staff would remain an important companion thereafter to both the earl and wife.
Now, after the wedding, Amelia herself was answering to her handsome husband, who was intent on making sure that she would never withhold information from him in the future.
Before spanking her soundly, he’d told her how frightened he’d been when he’d gotten the news of her brush with Dobbs, and how angry he’d been at himself for not spanking the truth out of her the day he’d left.
“I should have known from what Miss Steadwell said about your reaction to seeing the fox fur on the cloak. You saw yourself as the hunted vixen; I should have known. And I should have given in to my instincts to be stern until I’d wrung the truth from you.”
Now he was correcting that lapse in judgment, and although Amelia was sobbing as she lay bent over the bed with her legs spread apart, she found her husband’s control feeding the ache between her legs.
She could feel her arousal slick on her thighs, knew he could see and smell it. It amazed her that her pussy could be so eager for his cock when her bottom was this sore. He’d inserted the largest training plug that morning before they were wed, and the size of it now made it impossible to clench her cheeks, so each blow fell on an open expanse of vulnerable flesh now left with oval-shaped splotches.
“No more! Please!” she cried as the slipper landed again and again on her sensitive sit spots. And then, in a particularly punishing move, he aimed the tip of the leather on the soft flesh of her pussy itself, stinging the wet sensitive folds with one brisk spank that had Amelia nearly dropping to her knees.
“Oh… papa… it hurts!” She rocked back and forth in arms that held her now, the stinging pain between her legs shooting mixed signals of pleasure and agony through her body.
“Then let papa make it better,” he said. “I think my little wife has learned her lesson.”
Garrett laid her back on the bed, the wedding night shift bunched up around her waist. Amelia moaned as he ran the flat of his tongue slowly across the stinging folds of her pussy, lapping over and over until the pain turned completely to toe-curling pleasure. When his mouth caught her clit in a little sucking bite, she bucked against his face, crying over and over that she loved him.
His answer was to sink into her with an almost brutal thrust. Amelia responded most ardently. His possession of her on this most primal level, his overwhelming dominance and control, had her soaring again to the heights of feral pleasure. But just as she was at its peak, he withdrew from her, leaving her whimpering.
“Oh, please,” she said. “Let me find my release.”
“And you will,” he replied.
He flipped her over then, the head of his cock resting on the crest of her bottom cheeks. Amelia felt him work the thick training plug from her bottom, and then saw him reach for a jar by the bedside. It was the jar that held the lubricant he used on the plugs. Now he was dipping one and then two fingers into the ointment, and she felt the greased digits replace the plug in a bottom hole given no time to retreat to its tightly furled position.
He rammed his cock back into her pussy as his fingers now worked in and out of her ass. She groaned, the sensation beyond anything imaginable.
“Does my naughty little girl want papa to fuck her pretty ass?” he asked.
“Oh, yes…” She gave the answer with genuine sincerity. Each time he’d put in a new training plug, he’d spoken of claiming her ass. To think it was finally happening—that she was finally giving him something no other man had taken—filled her with happiness and excitement.
“Are you ready?”
She pushed back against his fingers. “Oh, yes. Fuck my ass, my lord. Please!”
Amelia had never felt so wanton, so ready. Garrett pulled his cock out of her pussy, greased the head with the lubricant and placed it against the dusky opening of her back passage. Amelia felt his hands gripping her hips, holding
her steady so she’d not push back in her eagerness and harm herself. He worked her slowly onto his cock, allowing her to adjust. In spite of the trainers, it was a tight fit, and the burning pain and fullness had her moving between the hurt and heat that fused together in one beautiful feeling when his cock was fully seated in her ass.
“You’re mine, Amelia,” he said throatily, and began to move, as if emphasizing the message with each stroke. Amelia pushed back to meet his thrusts, amazed at how expertly he guided his cock in and out of her body, putting just enough of his length in her back passage to pleasure them both, but not so much that he could do her any harm.
Hearing him groan with pleasure was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard, and she felt her pussy contracting as he reached underneath her to play with her clit. Amelia was panting now, pleased beyond measure to no longer run from her passion, but to let it hunt her down, catch her and consume her.
She was his lordship’s vixen, her wild spirit captured once and for all.
The End
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More Stormy Night Books by Ava Sinclair
The Marshal’s Little Girl
When a young woman calling herself Wilhelmina James shows up at his town’s horse auction unescorted with a lot of sass and a lot of cash, Gage Chandler instantly gets a bad feeling about her. He’s about to blow the small town of Red Horse Gulch to join the US Marshal’s office, and this mysterious visitor is a headache he doesn’t need. After he agrees to check out the pretty blonde stranger to appease a local rancher left angry at being outbid, what Gage finds out about Wilhelmina quickly confirms that she is up to no good. But when she gives him the slip and goes on the run it changes both of their lives forever.
Once he catches up with the little firebrand, it isn’t long before she is over his knee for a hard spanking. As the sexual tension between marshal and outlaw reaches a fever pitch, Gage finds that Wilhelmina’s deep need for submission meshes with his own buried desire to completely dominate a woman, and soon enough he has taken her as much more than just his prisoner.
But Gage soon learns that his captive has a secret. Wilhelmina doesn’t just want to be his woman, she wants to be his little girl. She needs his love, his care, and his firm hand applied to her bare bottom when she is naughty. Though Gage is ready to oblige, the west is a harsh and dangerous place for a woman, even with a hardened lawman like him by her side. Can he keep Wilhelmina safe, or will the shadow of her past prove impossible to escape?
The Highlander’s Little Lass
As the daughter of a powerful highland laird, Glynis McLeod should have made a fine wife for any Scotsman. Having been deprived of discipline by her mother’s untimely passing, however, Glynis grew up wild and unchecked. As a lass of twenty, she has precious little respect for any man, let alone a husband her father might choose for her.
But even a doting father must obey his king, and when the king demands a marriage to ensure lasting peace between rival clans, Glynis finds herself the very reluctant bride of Bran McKinnon. Known as Bran the Bull—both for his size and his fearsome sexual appetites—he is a man accustomed to being obeyed, a fact which is quickly impressed upon Glynis when her lack of decorum earns her a bare-bottom spanking from her future husband in the great hall of her father’s castle.
As soon as Bran lays eyes on Glynis, he knows the fiery redhead is exactly what he's been seeking: a woman who needs both the firm hand of a father figure and the dominant lovemaking of a husband. With the help of her childhood nanny, Bran sets about training his feisty highland lass to be the obedient wife he expects. Blushing cheeks and a sore bottom quickly help Glynis become the good little girl her husband desires, but when danger threatens the king's peace, will Bran recognize in time that there's more to his young bride than meets the eye?
The Doctor’s Little Ward
After the death of her deeply indebted father, nineteen-year-old Abigail Barrow faces a hard future in the workhouses of nineteenth-century London. Her only hope lies in a marriage to Dr. Simon Abbott, a man whose life her father once saved while they both served in Her Majesty’s Navy. But with no education and no dowry, she can hardly expect the esteemed doctor to agree to the match, especially when her sharp tongue earns her a trip over his knee for a humiliating bare-bottom spanking during their very first meeting.
The reserved Dr. Abbott has long avoided marriage, knowing that what he seeks in a wife is not easy to find. Abigail’s response to his firm chastisement convinces him that she is just the woman he needs, but she will require training to be a properly submissive wife, and thus before he makes her his bride he decides to bring her into his home as his ward.
On her first day in Simon’s home, Abigail finds herself stripped naked, bathed like a child, and then dressed in clothing befitting a little girl. Worse still, her failure to obey her new guardian promptly results in a swift and painful punishment applied to her bare backside. Yet Simon’s strict discipline is accompanied by gentle, loving care, and as the days pass his intimate attentions awaken a powerful need within her. When she lies on the doctor’s exam table, exposed, vulnerable, and blushing crimson, Abigail cannot help aching for him to claim her. But can there be a permanent place for her in Simon’s life as both his wife and his little ward?
Her Highland Guardian
As a modern-minded woman in the year 2657, Dr. Mary Malone is less than thrilled with the task of documenting the domestic life of a married couple in the eighteenth-century Scottish highlands. But though she is appalled by the fact that men in that barely civilized era were known to take it upon themselves to discipline their wives—with a firm hand or a leather strap applied to the bare bottom, no less—she is a historian who takes her duties seriously, even when they involve travelling through time to a bygone age.
Unfortunately for her, something goes horribly wrong on what was to be her final visit, and Mary is left stranded in the highlands with no way to return home. Worse still, she is no longer merely an invisible, untouchable observer of this world. She is there in the flesh, helpless and alone, and to top it all off, she is accosted and accused of witchcraft almost instantly upon being seen.
Clan chieftain Alastair McDonald is pretty sure the mysterious, beautiful woman who makes an unexplained appearance in his village isn’t a witch, though the way she captures his heart from the moment he sets eyes on her does seem like magic. When he learns the truth, he realizes that if she is to be kept safe Mary will have to get used to doing as she is told. He is more than ready to teach her obedience, but what she truly needs is a guardian to love, guide, and care for her.
Alastair is not a man to be trifled with, and when she persists in defying him Mary quickly discovers that a bare-bottom spanking is not the only way to punish a naughty little lass. But though she blushes to admit it, his dominance excites her more than she ever could have imagined and she soon finds herself yearning for more. Yet even as she grows to love her life at his side, she knows that one day she may face a fateful choice. If given the chance to return home, would she leave her highland guardian behind?
Her Highland Guardian
Jenny Beaumont’s brother Will told her countless times about his plans to follow his friend Cody Drake to the mining town of Coloma, and the innocent eighteen-year-old can’t help but romanticize the California Gold Rush. When she faces the prospect of
being married off to an older man by her greedy relatives after Will’s tragic death, Jenny heads west to fulfill his dream.
In the months he has spent waiting for Will to join him, Cody has become close friends with Nigel Simms, an Englishman who recently saved his life. After he finally gets word that Will has made it to Coloma, Cody is shocked to discover that the new arrival is actually Will’s little sister Jenny disguised as a boy. Learning of his friend’s passing is bad enough, and now he’ll have to look out for Jenny as well. As far as he is concerned, protecting Jenny means taking legal custody of her, and he is pleased when Nigel agrees to share the responsibility.
Both men make it clear to Jenny that she will be expected to obey them or face the consequences, and furthermore, as their ward she will be cared for like a child. Before she knows it, she finds herself being bathed, dressed like a little girl, and spanked on her bare bottom when she is naughty. But despite her embarrassment at such treatment, Jenny quickly discovers that the two men’s firm-handed dominance and loving correction awaken a fire in her that she never knew existed.
Cody and Nigel didn’t plan to fall in love with the same woman, but in no time at all Jenny has captured both of their hearts. Soon they are sharing their little ward in the most intimate way possible, teaching her all the ways that a man—or two men at once—can make her blush with shame and ache with need at the same time. But keeping a beautiful young woman out of harm’s way in a rough mining town is no easy task, even for two men. Can Jenny truly trust Cody and Nigel to keep their little girl safe no matter what?
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