Welcome to the Saturday Spankings Blog hop!  If you’re a reader who likes stories with a touch of corporal punishment, this is the hop for you.  We welcome readers’ comments, in fact we hunger for them, so don’t be stingy when you’re visiting.  Authors thrive on encouragement.

The Marquess and the Millennial, a Victorian ageplay, is available now! Meg, a spoiled college girl, accidentally travels back to Victorian England and finds herself married to a marquess. Worse, the marquess promptly hires a strict governess to discipline her. The least humiliating of these discipline methods include spanking, cold baths, figging, and more.

Meg is beside herself, but what can she do? Even worse, she finds herself falling in love with Cyril. He is gentle, tender, and considerate. Yet, he insists that she will be treated as a child until she learns to behave like a proper lady and wife.

What’s a spoiled millennial to do?

In today’s excerpt, we find Meg when she has arrived in 1898 at her new parents’ house. That’s right, her parents’ house. Back in Victorian England, Meg is now a runaway bride.

Oops.

To deal with his errant wife, Lord Heathgrove employs a governess with a rather unusual background.

Miss Pritchett gave a gasp. “Do you mean—”

“Yes.” Cyril hoped his tone came out even, rather than nervous. “As a child, I was dealt with by my governess and then tutors. Always, I was taught right from wrong. They were not lenient with me, but instead…”

Cyril’s voice trailed off, and Miss Pritchett’s quiet one gained strength. “You would like discipline for your wife, as if she were a child.”

Discipline. A loaded word.
“Yes.” Cyril met her gaze with his own quiet challenge.
Miss Pritchett took a long, deep breath. “How much latitude would I have with my pupil, my lord?”

marquessandthemillennial_full

Available today from Stormy Night Publications!

Amazon buy link

When spoiled college girl Meg Wilson grows tired of pre-med classes that are ruining her social life, she makes a fateful wish. To her shock, she gets what she asked for though not in the way she would have hoped and is thrown back in time and into the life of another woman, the new bride of an aristocrat in Victorian-era England.

It doesn’t take long for Cyril Heathgrove the man who is Meg’s husband in this very different reality to tire of her rude, unladylike behavior and insistence that she is not his wife. To provide the constant supervision and firm-handed discipline that she requires, Cyril calls upon the aid of Miss Pritchett, a stern, no-nonsense governess who knows exactly how to handle recalcitrant young ladies.

Miss Pritchett wastes no time in taking control of Meg. Before she knows it, the sassy millennial has been stripped bare, spanked soundly, bathed thoroughly, and dressed like a child. But Meg’s humiliation is only beginning, and she soon learns that she will be sent back to the nursery until Cyril and Miss Pritchett are convinced that she can behave like a proper wife. Miss Pritchett is adept at using shame as a tool to teach obedience, and Meg quickly discovers that a bare-bottom spanking is not the only way to punish a little girl who has been naughty.

Though Meg is mortified by such treatment, she is surprised to find that being dominated so completely leaves her intensely aroused, and when Cyril takes her in his arms she delights in the pleasure of his skillful lovemaking. Soon she is calling him daddy and flourishing in her role as his little girl, but what if the opportunity arises to return to her own time? Will she leave behind the man she has grown to love?

Publisher’s Note: The Marquess and the Millennial includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

One thought on “The Marquess and the Millennial

  1. Poor Meg. If it wasn’t difficult enough to find herself in a totally different time, now she is being treated like a little girl by her “husband.” I think I’d suffer a nervous breakdown. She’s definitely made of stronger stuff than I. Love the snippet, Viola.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s