There was some sort of an error on the post I did not catch. I have reported myself to Headmistress Blake and I hope she will be lenient for my first time.
Please go and visit the awesome blogs of those who followed the rules.
I will be here for the rest of the day on the naughty stool.
Lydia blinked back another round of tears. Why did he show such concern for her? “Have you never punished anyone?”
“I have punished plenty but never in such a manner which may cause actual harm.”
“Shall I believe you would never punish me even if my actions called for it?”
“My lap is not worn out Lady Lydia.”
Lydia flushed deeply despite her aversion to his bold touches. Mostly she had been astonished at the arousal his touch created. Though the marks hurt badly his concern and light caress brought her core to life. “It is not proper for us to be alone in conversation.”***
This a still raw WIP (my other works seem to have gone missing, I know I will find them shortly) of a regency era story.
Lord Steedmond, the man whom Lady Lydia is talking to is worried for her safety in her home and has requested her hand in marriage from her father, Lord Underwood. This is a historical piece and is turning out quite well. The marks Lydia refers to were from a harsh session from her father who takes out the house's frustrations on his middle daughter.
I will now go sit on my stool, with my nose pressed into the corner.