Page 8 of His Naughty Valentine
Yes, she decided, Lady Prescott was a bit of a spoiled brat who most certainly would try to argue her way out of a spanking. Would Lord Prescott be swayed by her words? Or would he lift her skirts and bare her bottom for punishment, ignoring her fervent protests?
“Ah, there she is. The good Lady Prescott. Or should I say naughty?” His voice lowered an octave when he saidnaughty. “Close the door behind you. We’re going to be a while.”
Chapter Five
Lacey closed the door behind her and froze in place. Her mouth dropped open at the sight ofLord Prescott. He looked resplendently handsome in black trousers, a crisp white shirt, a green silk vest with a beige cravat tucked inside, and a black coat. It took all her willpower to keep her face straight and force her feet forward, closer to the desk where he stood.
The stern look in his eyes chased away her inclination to giggle. Her heart swooned at the dominance he projected.
“You wanted to see me, my lord?” Lacey gave him an innocent look, and when his expression darkened further, she second guessed her plan to sass him. Good God, he was intimidating, standing at his desk wearingthat.
“Don’t play innocent with me, Lacey. You know very well what this is about.” He removed his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. He began to methodically work the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up, one by one to reveal thick forearms. She gulped hard.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what has you upset. Perhaps you’re simply tired after your travels and—”
“One more lie from you, and I’ll add extra to the punishment you already have coming.”
“Pu-punishment?” She bit her lip and stared worriedly at her agitated husband.
“Yes, punishment,” he responded matter-of-factly. “A good thrashing on your bare bottom, to be precise.”
Lacey’s heart nearly stopped at the seriousness of his firm voice, dominant stance, and especially those stern dark eyes that pierced to her soul. This felt so real. She retreated one step backward. “What is it you think I did to warrant a thrashing?”
“Did you, or did you not, invite Miss Connelly to tea, twice?”
“Er, I…” She stopped speaking when he retrieved a leather strap from the desk drawer.
“The truth,” he bellowed, moving around the furniture to stand directly in front of her.
“Yes,” Lacey whispered, wondering where her voice had gone. “Yes, I did entertain Miss Connelly in the parlor, twice. I’m so very sorry, my lord.”
“Miss Connelly has caused scandal after scandal in the ton. I forbade you from having any contact with her. She’s not a wholesome person and I won’t have my wife consorting with the likes of her.”
Lacey twirled a lock of hair between her fingers and lowered her head a notch. “We only had tea.”
Lord Prescott harrumphed. “Yes, you only had tea. And you only disobeyed me, twice, while I was away.” He transferred the strap to his other hand. “Come here, wife.”
Though her legs felt like jelly and butterflies flittered in her stomach, Lacey managed to approach him steadily. Her pussy seized under a series of hot aching pulses, and her panties felt soaked through.
“Please don’t spank me.”
Trying to talk her way out of it, even though she wanted it—craved it with every fiber of her being—was so much fun. Especially because she knew, without a doubt, that Lord Prescott’s resolve would not waver, no matter how convincingly she pleaded her case.
He set his jaw in a firm line. “I’m the head of this household, Lacey. I’m your lord and master. It seems you’ve forgotten your place. Now, raise your skirts and bend over the desk so I can help you to remember.”
Lacey sighed and nodded briefly, knowing she had no choice but to do as commanded. He moved aside and gestured to the desk. Cool air kissed her legs and bottom, leaving her vulnerable and exposed as she lifted her dress up. After gathering the layers of the skirt at her waist, she bent over the desk and placed her hands on the smooth surface. She heard movement and felt his hand exploring her ass, stroking her backside all over. She shivered.
“This is going to hurt, Lacey. If you move out of place, I will add extras.” The leather rested against her bottom, as if he were preparing to adjust his aim, and then—
Whoosh!The implement cut through the air and crashed into her flesh. Lacey gasped at the sting. Oh, but it was a delicious pain, and her inner spanko rejoiced. Once more, he brought the leather down with a resounding slap, causing a line of fire to sizzle across her smarting backside. He thrashed her over and over again, punishing her with gusto, leaving no more than a second or two between blows.
One hand came down on her lower back, pressing her hard against the desk, and his thighs joined the side of her body. His closeness overwhelmed her, and her heart pounded in her ears as her anticipation grew.
The strap fell especially hard during the next stroke, and Lacey couldn’t repress a shriek.
“I would be quiet if I were you,” he said, in between blows. “You don’t want the servants to hear you, do you?”
She couldn’t respond. She was too occupied gasping for breath as the painful sting intensified to a raging inferno.
