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Welcome to Saturday Spankings. Here's a few swift ones from HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD.

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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?

Publisher's Note: Head of Household contains spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

“Your clothes, Elizabeth,” he said, removing his jacket from her shoulders. “Off.”

“Yes... sir.”

A muscle jumped in his cheek as he watched her peel away the soggy material.

When she was naked before him, he scanned to her toes and back up again, and his eyes darkened

Her skin was goose-bumped, the heat of the fire licking over her, and her nipples tight peaks. “What would you have me do now, sir?”

He bent and retrieved her abandoned clothes. Then with agonizing attention to detail he spread them out on a rail surrounding the fire.

After slipping off his wet shoes and placing them next to her clothes, he then pushed his trousers down his legs and kicked them and his socks away. He left his underpants on.

Liz trembled, a mixture of cold, hope, and longing.

Radley turned a large upholstered chair, so it faced the fire. He sat, knees apart, back straight. “Over there, on the dresser, is a hairbrush. Fetch it.”

“Yes, sir.” She was quick to obey, her breasts jiggling as she moved.

His attention on her was a caress as hot as any flame.

She stood in front of him, brush held out. It seemed odd that he wanted to sort out her wet hair. It was clear he was turned on, his erection prodding at his undergarments.

“Over you go,” he said, rubbing his palm over the smooth side of the brush.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

“Sir?”

“Over my knee.” He nodded at his lap. “Jumping in the lake wasn’t at all appropriate, no matter what point you were trying to make.”