The Earl's Disciplined Governess: Historical Domestic Discipline Erotic Spanking Romance

I need a recognized union to protect the earldom, yet Isla stands in my corridors with her yielding curves and quiet defiance that tests every command I give. The documents lie ready on the oak desk, but her generous form strains against modest fabric in ways no witness should see. She could sign the papers that secure my title, but the price is the discipline she both fears and craves.

Our shoulders brush at the study door. I hold it open, firelight catching the loose strands of her dark hair as she hesitates. She knows the rhythm that awaits inside. The question is how far she will surrender before the household learns what we have become.