The Priest's Spanked Reluctant Bride: Victorian Erotic Discipline Degradation Romance

I swore never to let flesh rule my soul, but Lydia stands in the candlelit vestry thick with dust and smoke, her chin lifted in challenge as the papers that will make her my bride lie between us like a challenge I cannot ignore. Her inheritance requires my name on the deed while my vows demand I uphold the duty that brought us here, yet every glance from her makes the air heavier with what I refuse to name.

Yet the urge to pull her across my lap and deliver the punishment her defiance invites burns hotter than any prayer, threatening to consume the last threads of my restraint. When I place my hand beside hers on the registry, the command rises unbidden. Bend for me. The heavy door has already shut out the world, and I know I will not stop until her skin bears the mark of my breaking.