I'm in a bit of a quandary over the Domestic Discipline books though... I can't decide whether or not that's truly the best name for the quartet and I'm having trouble deciding if I like the name of the first book - Beginning With Birching. Does anyone have any better suggestions? If so, please email me (goldeniangel@gmail.com) or leave you suggestions in the comments section below.
Anyway, here's the teaser, it's from the prologue at the very beginning of the book. I hope this gets you all interested!:
Edwin Villiers, also
known as Lord Hyde, was about to see his first female birching. It was a
highly anticipated event, for although the young man was quite familiar with
the birch from his school days, he hadn't realized that such harsh methods
could be used on the more delicate feminine sex. During his school days
he'd gotten into quite a few scrapes with his two best friends, Lord Wesley
Spencer and Lord Hugh Stanley. They were all sons of earls, destined for
positions of wealth and power, and had indulged in the usual wild antics of the
masculine rakish aristocracy. All good looking and charming young men in their
early twenties, they had a bit of experience with the feminine sex, but both
Wesley and Edwin had been astonished to learn that their good friend Hugh
Stanley, Viscount Petersham, had experience in an area they were entirely
unfamiliar with - that of feminine discipline.
It was not unusual for
brothers to watch their sisters being punished, in fact it was quite often
young boy's first glimpse at a girl's rounded bottom. Unfortunately for
Edwin and Wesley, they did not possess sisters. Edwin was an only child and
Wesley had three young brothers but not a single sister. Until Hugh had
begun telling them stories about his father's attempts to bring his sister
Eleanor to heel, they hadn't realized that young girls and ladies might be
punished in the same way that they had their brothers had.
Petersham's father, the Earl of Harrington, was apparently quite a strict
taskmaster, although less so with his son and heir than with his spoiled brat
of a daughter, Eleanor. After all, young men were expected to sow their wild
oats and Hugh had never done anything worse than most of his peers, certainly
he didn't have the reputation of a complete reprobate. Eleanor, on the
other hand, was enough to make a father despair. At eighteen years of
age the young beauty should have been readying herself to be presented to
Society, but her father had decided that she needed an extra year of polish. In
truth he had recently discovered that his wife had overindulged the girl to the
point of ridiculousness and now Eleanor was determined to get her own way in
all things, whether or not what she wanted was right or reasonable. She
and her mother had been living on their own in the family's house in Brighton
for most of the past six years while Harrington had attended to his business in
London and done what he could to raise his heir. Although he had visited
numerous times, it wasn't until he'd spent a full summer in the company of his
wife and daughter that he'd realized just how out of hand the situation had
become and had made the decision to step in and fulfill his neglected parental
duties to his daughter.
Of course he didn't
blame her for her wild ways, he knew it was his wife's indulgence that had
created Eleanor's attitude, but he was quite determined to correct it.
Hugh's friends had been astonished to learn that his father birched Eleanor as
part of his corrective measures, his quest to curb her in the shortest amount
time possible so that she could be presented without dishonoring the
family. They'd been even more taken aback to discover that Hugh had
played witness to these birchings on more than one occasion, his father deeming
it necessary for him to witness how to tame a wayward woman, and possibly good
training for when Hugh took a wife. When Hugh had offered to share this
intriguing sight with his friends, the next time they were on location when
there was to be a spanking or birching, they had immediately agreed.
Now, finally, it was happening. Eleanor had been bucking her father's decrees on matter of dress for months now. Today Edwin, Hugh and Wesley had been escorting Eleanor and her friends through some shops when Lord Harrington had happened upon them and seen that Eleanor had snuck out of the house in a dress that he had already deemed inappropriate for day wear. Truly, the neckline was too low cut for a morning outing, although of course none of the gentleman remarked on it. Seeing the hint of Eleanor's splendid bosom was not something Edwin or Wesley objected to, and her brother could be understandably excused for not noticing his sister's breasts as he was more focused on the other young ladies accompanying her. However her father was enraged at this immodest sight and had immediately demanded Eleanor's return home, promising her that she would be soundly disciplined.
Recognizing his father's turn of phrase, Hugh had immediately asked his friends if they wished to accompany him and see the promised sight. To which, of course, they had quickly agreed.
Now Edwin, Hugh and Wesley were quietly tucked into the gallery above Lord Harrington's study, watching him lecture Eleanor.
"Are you sure he's going to do it?" asked Edwin. In all his twenty four years he'd never thought he'd see a sight such as Hugh promised, and he wasn't entirely sure that it was going to be forthcoming today. He couldn't imagine such a thing, especially not with a virginal young beauty like Eleanor. All three men were quite successful with women, but they confined their activities to widows, the bored married ladies of the ton and the occasional ladybird; he had to admit to himself that he was quite as excited about seeing young Eleanor's untouched body as he was of the promised birching. Although he'd known her when she was younger, he hadn't been attracted to her until today when he'd been distracted by her honey blonde curls, her cool blue eyes and her haughty demeanor. She had the kind of icy exterior that made a man want to see what he could coax from beneath it.
"Absolutely," Hugh whispered back, his voice confident. "He's just making her squirm. He says that anticipation makes it stick better."
"Then why does she keep defying him?" asked Wesley, also keeping his voice low. Hugh had assured them he didn't think his father would care about an audience, but as he did not have actual permission, they were taking care not to be heard. "You'd think that being birched would make a woman think twice about her actions. God knows I did everything I could to avoid it."
Hugh shrugged. "That's just Nell's way. Mother let her do whatever she wanted and now she does as she pleases, no matter the effect on our family or her reputation. Truthfully though, she's been shaping up the longer this goes on. She just can't help herself some days."
The three young men fell silent as Lord Harrington stood, waiting with baited breath for the promised birching.
"Please Father," her sweet young voice drifted up to their ears, pleading. "This is really quite unnecessary."
"It's not for you to decide what's necessary," said her father, gesturing impatiently for her to get up. "If you hadn't worn that dress then it would have been unnecessary. I'm burning it this afternoon and if you get any more like it then you'll be punished even more harshly. You deliberately disobeyed me, deceived your brother into thinking you were properly attired and have brought shame down on our family. The number of people that saw you so immodestly displayed, at such an early hour, is not to be thought of. The Society matrons will pick you apart before we ever have a chance to present you and then you'll never be wed."
Eleanor's pretty blonde head was bowed, making her appear contrite, but the fists clenched at her sides told the real story. The anger in her body only intrigued Edwin more, he'd known that she had some fire beneath that haughty exterior and now he was finally getting a chance to see some of it. His groin stirred as he peered down at her, remembering the lovely, creamy swell of her breast that he'd been privileged to see this morning.
"From now on you'll present yourself to me before leaving the house, so that I can ensure that you are never again so immodest in public. But for now, you will be punished for knowingly disobeying your father and causing further talk about town with your behavior. Now get up and get into position."
Her movements jerky, Eleanor stood and walked around to the side of the chair, her back to the three avidly watching young men. Slowly she gripped her skirts and pull them up to her waist in back, extra fabric hanging down in the front. Edwin stifled a low moan a the sight of her buttoned boots, knee high stockings with garters and thin white drawers; it was all he could do to keep from gasping as she leaned forward and it was revealed that she was wearing the more old fashioned kind of drawers, the kind that lacked an inner seam. The fabric parted as she bent over the broad, padded arm of the chair, revealing creamy white buttocks and thighs, framed by the even whiter thin fabric of her undergarments.
Now, finally, it was happening. Eleanor had been bucking her father's decrees on matter of dress for months now. Today Edwin, Hugh and Wesley had been escorting Eleanor and her friends through some shops when Lord Harrington had happened upon them and seen that Eleanor had snuck out of the house in a dress that he had already deemed inappropriate for day wear. Truly, the neckline was too low cut for a morning outing, although of course none of the gentleman remarked on it. Seeing the hint of Eleanor's splendid bosom was not something Edwin or Wesley objected to, and her brother could be understandably excused for not noticing his sister's breasts as he was more focused on the other young ladies accompanying her. However her father was enraged at this immodest sight and had immediately demanded Eleanor's return home, promising her that she would be soundly disciplined.
Recognizing his father's turn of phrase, Hugh had immediately asked his friends if they wished to accompany him and see the promised sight. To which, of course, they had quickly agreed.
Now Edwin, Hugh and Wesley were quietly tucked into the gallery above Lord Harrington's study, watching him lecture Eleanor.
"Are you sure he's going to do it?" asked Edwin. In all his twenty four years he'd never thought he'd see a sight such as Hugh promised, and he wasn't entirely sure that it was going to be forthcoming today. He couldn't imagine such a thing, especially not with a virginal young beauty like Eleanor. All three men were quite successful with women, but they confined their activities to widows, the bored married ladies of the ton and the occasional ladybird; he had to admit to himself that he was quite as excited about seeing young Eleanor's untouched body as he was of the promised birching. Although he'd known her when she was younger, he hadn't been attracted to her until today when he'd been distracted by her honey blonde curls, her cool blue eyes and her haughty demeanor. She had the kind of icy exterior that made a man want to see what he could coax from beneath it.
"Absolutely," Hugh whispered back, his voice confident. "He's just making her squirm. He says that anticipation makes it stick better."
"Then why does she keep defying him?" asked Wesley, also keeping his voice low. Hugh had assured them he didn't think his father would care about an audience, but as he did not have actual permission, they were taking care not to be heard. "You'd think that being birched would make a woman think twice about her actions. God knows I did everything I could to avoid it."
Hugh shrugged. "That's just Nell's way. Mother let her do whatever she wanted and now she does as she pleases, no matter the effect on our family or her reputation. Truthfully though, she's been shaping up the longer this goes on. She just can't help herself some days."
The three young men fell silent as Lord Harrington stood, waiting with baited breath for the promised birching.
"Please Father," her sweet young voice drifted up to their ears, pleading. "This is really quite unnecessary."
"It's not for you to decide what's necessary," said her father, gesturing impatiently for her to get up. "If you hadn't worn that dress then it would have been unnecessary. I'm burning it this afternoon and if you get any more like it then you'll be punished even more harshly. You deliberately disobeyed me, deceived your brother into thinking you were properly attired and have brought shame down on our family. The number of people that saw you so immodestly displayed, at such an early hour, is not to be thought of. The Society matrons will pick you apart before we ever have a chance to present you and then you'll never be wed."
Eleanor's pretty blonde head was bowed, making her appear contrite, but the fists clenched at her sides told the real story. The anger in her body only intrigued Edwin more, he'd known that she had some fire beneath that haughty exterior and now he was finally getting a chance to see some of it. His groin stirred as he peered down at her, remembering the lovely, creamy swell of her breast that he'd been privileged to see this morning.
"From now on you'll present yourself to me before leaving the house, so that I can ensure that you are never again so immodest in public. But for now, you will be punished for knowingly disobeying your father and causing further talk about town with your behavior. Now get up and get into position."
Her movements jerky, Eleanor stood and walked around to the side of the chair, her back to the three avidly watching young men. Slowly she gripped her skirts and pull them up to her waist in back, extra fabric hanging down in the front. Edwin stifled a low moan a the sight of her buttoned boots, knee high stockings with garters and thin white drawers; it was all he could do to keep from gasping as she leaned forward and it was revealed that she was wearing the more old fashioned kind of drawers, the kind that lacked an inner seam. The fabric parted as she bent over the broad, padded arm of the chair, revealing creamy white buttocks and thighs, framed by the even whiter thin fabric of her undergarments.
"All the way in
position, Eleanor," her father said sternly.
With a little whimper that hardened Edwin's cock even further, she spread her legs, pointing her toes inwards, which caused the blonde fringed shell of her cunny to spread, leaving it as bare and vulnerable as her arse.
Edwin's cock throbbed in his pants, fully at attention at this glorious sight and he surreptitiously put his hand over the bulge at the front of his pants, discreetly rubbing it as he watched his companions from the corner of his eye, but they were paying him no attention. Their eyes were riveted to the scene below him and he refocused his attention there as Lord Harrington nodded his head approvingly and went to a side cupboard.
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