Saturday, 25 March 2017

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Welcome to SATURDAY SPANKINGS. This week a snippet from my brand new, time-travelling spanking story... meet Lord Radley!

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While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.

It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley’s two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.

It isn’t long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?

She clamped her lips shut. The look on his face, the tight set of his lips, and the way his breathing had picked up excited her. It shouldn’t but it did. It was as if she was in some erotic dream, and had found herself an austere Mr. Darcy or a wild Heathcliff to play with.
“Miss Moray,” he said.
“Er, yes.”
“Do you understand what I am saying?” He reached out and straightened her collar, his fingertips just brushing her neck.
A zing of sensation fizzed over her skin and scalp. She should run for the hills, she knew she should. Whatever whacky thing was going on with her, couldn’t last, it shouldn’t last. She’d landed in a different time, a different dimension. “Yes, I understand.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“I do.”
He shook his head. “I do, sir.”
“I do, sir.”
“Here at Fairbank Hall I have rules, and if they are broken I have punishments.” He paused. “And now I will show you what that punishment is, for you.”
“Really… but I—” Before she knew what was happening he’d spun her to face the table. She glanced down at the sand a second before her belly hit it and she was bent double. “Ohh…”
“I wish to keep you here at Fairbank,” he said, “the boys clearly like you, but you must obey my instructions at all times.”
“I’m glad they like me.” She pressed her palms to the desk and went to straighten. “Really I am…”
But Radley had his hand on her back and held her firmly in place with her breasts now pressing on the wooden surface and the sand scattering. “This is a respectable home and I will have those two young men educated as I see fit.”
“We were only… oh…” He’d yanked her skirt up, the material dragging over her knickers and the cool air washing over her thighs.
Damn it!
What the hell was she doing? She should be fighting him off. This stranger who had just tipped her over a desk and exposed her stockings and knickers. With his talk of spankings it was no mystery what was coming next.


  1. I think they will both learn something from this spanking.

  2. Yes, he certainly sounds like an austere Mr. Darcy. HOT snippet! Congrats on your new release.

  3. This sounds like something I would really enjoy reading. Off to one click now. Great snippet, Lily.