“Black is such a dreary color,” he said conversationally as he lifted her skirts over her head and yanked down her pantalettes. “I find I much prefer red, although the creamy color of your bottom is appealing too. Let’s try for a vivid pink, shall we?” he suggested, rubbing her bottom briskly.
“Hugh, please don’t do this,” she cried, her voice muffled by her skirt and petticoat.
Hugh took a moment to uncover her head.
“Can you breathe, my love?”
“Yes,” she snapped back, clenching her fists in the covers.
“Good. I want to make sure you have plenty of air.”
“Are you going to choke me also?” she sassed.
“No, but I want to hear every mournful cry as you apologize profusely,” he said giving her a smack on her ass. “Besides, it will go with your dress.”
“If it’s an apology you want, I give it freely, gladly.”
“Oh, sweetheart, that’s nice to hear. It will not get you out of the spanking you so richly deserve, but still I appreciate the effort,” he said, patting her gently.
“You are a bastard,” she screamed, repeating the word that floated up the stairs moments ago.
Five rapid swats immediately burned her cheeks. Amelia had no time to draw a breath to scream before she was crying.
“Disrespect is not something I will tolerate, Amelia. I am the much loved son of a hard-working Scotsman and a slightly crazy Frenchwoman who have been married for many years.”
“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, wishing she dared to reach back and soothe her hot bottom.
“You are free to do all the things women do when they are getting their bottoms blistered, but you will not call me names,” he informed her, “or we will be repeating this when we get home.”
Amelia nodded miserably.
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Grace, Book Two in the series is also available.