A Strapping Excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman!

It’s WIP it up Wednesday, the blog hop where we share works in progress or recently published! Here’s my contribution:

My latest story, Reformed by the Scotsman, came out on Saturday, and I’ve got another exciting excerpt for you here. It’s the morning after Adeline breaks a window (and cuts her hand on broken glass) trying to escape from Edward’s house in Edinburgh.

Beautiful cover art by Korey Mae Johnson.

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After breakfast, Edward took Adeline into the drawing room and bade her stand before his desk.

“Do you know why you are being punished?” he prompted. It was bloody obvious, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes. I damaged your window while I was trying to leave. I’m awfully sorry, you know.”

It was impossible to repress his laughter that time. “The bally idea that I gave a hoot about the pane of glass! You are being punished because you paid no mind to your own safety, both in breaking the glass and in attempting to climb out of a second floor window. Are you aware of the height of the ceilings in this house? They are fifteen feet! Including the height from the floor to the windowledge in the guestroom, that’s a thirty-three-foot drop to the ground. Do you know what happens if you fall from that height onto hard pavement?”

She shook her head.

“You would quite probably die.” He let that sink in. “Bend over my desk, I am going to use the tawse. It seemed to be moderately effective yesterday; I think you just need more of it.”

To his surprise, she got into the prescribed position without any argument, and once she was there, it was a simple matter to fold back the silk chemise before he slid her knickers down. She had a lovely, heart-shaped bottom, with cute dimples at the top.

He would love to spend hours caressing that delightful rear, teasing the white skin, and gently swatting her sit spots until she was writhing with desire and begging him to fill her with his manhood. He was already growing hard from considering the things he’d like to do with her while she was in this position.

Not today, however. Today was about her dangerous behavior. He picked up the two-tailed leather strap and walked around behind her. He lined it up on her bottom then drew it back and smartly spanked her sit-spot with a loud crack.

She drew a breath and he was pleased that her bottom seemed to take on a red stripe almost immediately. She was so resistant to showing him when she was in pain, but he saw her adamantly fighting her own responses. The swat had undoubtedly taken effect. He slowly counted to ten in his head, then brought the tawse down on her cheeks once more. She uttered a slight moan then stifled it. If he were to get past her pride so he might change her without breaking her, she was going to require careful handling.

Barely counting to three, he landed the tawse slightly above the last stroke, and she issued a strangled cry. He suspected that, in her case, there was a very fine line between what would be effective in improving her behavior and what would be too extreme, but eight strokes would suffice this time, he decided, as he aimed the fourth one over the crest of her buttocks, then waited again as she began to breathe more heavily. He heard the effort it was taking for her to stop herself from making a fuss, and decided now was a good time for a change of pace.

The next two were spaced out, slow, and he had time to appreciate the sight before him. Her glowing bottom had taken on a delightful shade of pink, contrasting wonderfully with her pale skin above and beneath. Between her legs, he eyed the little line, like a split peach, where her sex stood out between her sparse blonde fur. It seemed to glisten slightly with her juices, and he felt his own arousal rising harder as he contemplated her, positioned over his desk like this.

“Punishment becomes you,” he murmured, then brought the tawse down once more. She yelped this time, and again at the last stroke. He left her over his desk for a moment. He was pleased that she was responding to this treatment; yesterday she would have been trying to run away by this point in her correction.

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And if you want to know more, you can get the book here

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx