| Author: | Angela Rose | ISBN: | 9781310688492 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose | Publication: | May 28, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Angela Rose |
| ISBN: | 9781310688492 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose |
| Publication: | May 28, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
She started as a subservient bride, catering to her husband’s needs and pleasing him with her girlish ways. After ten years, however, it is now time for her to behave like a proper lady of her time. Her Master and husband will have to go to extraordinary lengths to obtain her compliance and reverence. Join him as he seeks to control his unruly wife in this post renaissance era BDSM tale. 18+
Carissa rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh. Had she forgotten the spanking already? Just then, an older gentleman at my left side nudged me in the ribs. “Do control your wife Sir. She is a distraction!” he told me softly, yet firmly. I was flabbergasted and humiliated. As I contemplated dragging her out by the wrist, and punishing her right outside the doors, she stunned me further by letting out a long, overly pronounced yawn. As I turned crimson, many heads turned in our direction. Suddenly, Giuseppe Tartini himself stopped playing and the room fell silent. My heart leapt in my chest as he peered down at me and my wife from the stage.
She started as a subservient bride, catering to her husband’s needs and pleasing him with her girlish ways. After ten years, however, it is now time for her to behave like a proper lady of her time. Her Master and husband will have to go to extraordinary lengths to obtain her compliance and reverence. Join him as he seeks to control his unruly wife in this post renaissance era BDSM tale. 18+
Carissa rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh. Had she forgotten the spanking already? Just then, an older gentleman at my left side nudged me in the ribs. “Do control your wife Sir. She is a distraction!” he told me softly, yet firmly. I was flabbergasted and humiliated. As I contemplated dragging her out by the wrist, and punishing her right outside the doors, she stunned me further by letting out a long, overly pronounced yawn. As I turned crimson, many heads turned in our direction. Suddenly, Giuseppe Tartini himself stopped playing and the room fell silent. My heart leapt in my chest as he peered down at me and my wife from the stage.
