Archivist Emma Willoughby learns a lesson in kinky lust when she’s invited to assess the ninth Earl of Folchester’s private library.
When archivist Emma Willoughby is invited to assess the private library of Lord Leopold Denby-Peel, Ninth Earl of Folchester, she isn’t expecting to find Victorian spanking diaries in his leather-bound collection. Nor is she expecting the earl to be quite so young and handsome. As she explores the pages of his nineteenth-century erotica, Emma finds herself craving to receive chastisements comparable to those depicted. Fortunately, Leo’s only too happy to oblige, and soon Emma is receiving eager spankings from him as he sets her tasks that she can only fail at.
Emma is new to this game of punishment and pain, while Leo’s an old hand who shows no interest in love. Emma dreams of winning him over, but has a guilty secret she fears could ruin everything. Should she stay quiet and enjoy the spankings while they last? Or confess the truth and risk losing the earl’s dark, deviant desire?
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released as part of the Over the Knee anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 8th December 2015
Emma had never met a member of the aristocracy before, but Lord Leopold Denby-Peel, Ninth Earl of Folchester, wasn’t what she’d been expecting. Tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, he stood before her, his hair hanging in an unruly mop, his blue-gray eyes glittering in a craggy, big-boned face. Emma hadn’t, either, been expecting the earl to be answering the enormous oak door to Ashlaine Hall, or to be naked from the waist upwards. Didn’t the nobility have butlers? Shirts?
The earl rubbed his damp, tousled hair with a hand towel. Emma’s eyes briefly strayed over his muscular, richly-haired chest and down to the dark line that disappeared into the waistband of his gray sweatpants.
“Forgive the déshabillé,” he said. “Just got out of the shower. I’m rather short of staff these days.” He flung his towel over one shoulder and thrust out his hand. “Call me Leo.”
His grip was warm and confident, as was his smile. “Do come in,” he continued. “I’ll take you straight up to the library. I bet you’re keen to get cracking.”
Emma followed the earl into a grand entrance hall, her heels ringing on the checkerboard tiles while his bare feet padded noiselessly. Muscles shifted in the broad wedge of his smooth, honey-tanned back as he toweled his hair, dark fluff flashing under his arms. Above them, an enormous chandelier glinted in the wintry sunlight, and the high gloomy walls were hung with stags’ heads and militaristic flags on poles.
“The place has become a bit of a burden,” he said, draping his towel over both shoulders. “The East Wing is leaking and causing terrible damp problems. The tower needs renovating, the outbuildings are practically derelict. And I don’t have the readies to fix it.”
“Do you live here alone?” asked Emma, glancing left and right at grand reception rooms and corridors.
“Yes, apart from a couple of dogs and a handful of staff,” he replied, turning to offer a polite smile. “I’m not the marrying kind.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“Not at all. I’m not gay either, if that was your next question. Just one flight of stairs. Follow me.”
“I wasn’t—”
“If I can get some money together,” he went on, his hand on the oak banister, “I should be able to attract some funding for repairs and upkeep. I’m loath to sell the library to a private collector, though, so I’m very grateful that you’ve taken an interest. Obviously I’d need some form of financial recompense but—”
“Well, the library service does have a pot of money for acquisitions,” said Emma, arching her neck to address the back of his head rather than his pert backside. “But the books would need to be deemed of public interest. And I’m afraid we couldn’t pay the sums you’d get from a private collector at auction.”
“That’s not a problem,” replied Leo curtly. “I’m a book lover. I want the books to be housed where they can be appreciated, not squirreled away in the home of some old fogey with more money than sense. Books shouldn’t be status symbols, don’t you agree? Just along this corridor.”
Emma hurried to keep pace with the earl, inhaling the clean, soapy scent trailing in his wake as they passed gilt-framed portraits of important-looking men from bygone eras. Leo’s stride was long and confident, while Emma, dressed smartly in heels and a chocolate-brown skirt-suit, was hampered by her clothing and had to keep scampering so as not to fall behind. Eventually, they reached a glossy wooden door.
“After you,” said Leo, pushing the door open.
Emma slid awkwardly past him, her clothed arm accidentally brushing his bare chest, and into a sumptuous, octagonal room lined with books from floor to ceiling. Pale sunlight filtered in through two tall diamond-paned windows, and a small fire danced in the hearth. In the center of the earl’s private library stood a wide oak desk, and the place smelled of dusty parchment and leather.
Dolly Watt has been spinning saucy stories in her head for over a decade but has only recently sat down at a keyboard and allowed her imagination to run riot. And oh boy, does it run!
Dolly (Dolores for long) lives in rural Sussex with her handsome husband, their two kids, and a growing menagerie of pets in a house she describes as ‘shabby chic’ in the hope of convincing herself it doesn’t resemble an explosion at a jumble sale.
Dolly loves writing character-driven erotic romance with a side order of kink and laughter.
Dolly is working on a number of short stories while the house falls down around her, and the children turn feral.
Reviewed by Erotica for All
This is a very sexy spanking short with a tongue-in-cheek undertone. I enjoyed the author’s writing style, the characters and the storyline, and would definitely seek out more works by this autho...
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Reviewed by Sweet N Sassy Book A Holics
This book is a short story about spanking and a quick romance. Spanking scenes are pretty hot and at one point intense. Well written and the story line flows pretty well. And it all starts with a dia...
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