An adult story about spanking, read with caution.
No words could express her mortification. Face down her pain was acute. Sore eyes lingering on the now denuded ring finger, Marguerite’s tormented mind whipped back, earlier that evening, when, on a foolish whim, wore a sexy costume for her fiancé, the Duke of LaMont. Brutal and swift was his response. ‘No duchess of mine shall behave as a wanton trollop. Such childish behavior shall not go unpunished.’
Fresh tears welled in Marguerite’s sore eyes. She murmured plaintively, ‘It is his birthday, all I requested was that he unwrap me as his gift, spank me soundly and take my virginity.”