The Squire's Disciplined Wife: Regency Domestic Discipline Erotic Degradation Romance

I clutch the edge of the desk as rain streaks the windows, knowing Gerard stands behind me with the authority to decide my fate and strip what remains of my pride. The estate's ledgers show every debt I inherited, yet it is his stern gaze that makes my pulse race with a need I dare not name.

He commands my silence and my posture, each word peeling back the dignity I pretend to hold until I am raw with wanting his correction. I crave the discipline that will follow, the sharp sting across my skin and the words that will remind me who I belong to now.

His palm hovers near my hip. One pull and I will be across his lap, skirts raised, breath held between fear and the permission I cannot voice.