The Rake's Disciplined Wife: Historical Corporal Chastisement Erotic Submission Romance

I took Maeve as my wife to keep the estate from repeating my father's ruin, yet her quiet yielding and flustered glances have begun to test the command I hold over myself and everyone around me.

The study at dusk holds debt papers across every surface and the weight of what I have not yet spoken. When she stumbles near my desk, my palm rises and holds steady just above the small of her back, neither of us moving as the possibility of correction hangs between us like a drawn breath.

Her stillness tells me she would accept it. The only question left is whether I can deliver that first strike without confessing how much more I need from her obedience than any contract ever required, and whether she would stay once she sees the hunger behind my control.