The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 2 (Part 5)

I gulped back sobs as His Lordship shut the wardrobe. “I was going to strap you later after you’ve dusted, but based on your hysterical overwrought theatrics you’ve now earned twice daily discipline for the next week.” He touched my tear stained cheeks and smiled affectionately. “You are not going to be ‘sold’ you silly chit: all my girls are offered the opportunity of marriage to established men of the mercantile class. We will train you in the social and amorous arts and provide you with ample funds. Now! Bend over my desk Ruby and prepare to be soundly strapped.”

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14 thoughts on “The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 2 (Part 5)

  1. missy September 24, 2016 / 1:20 pm

    Yippee. I can almost feel Ruby’s relief. I hope she likes the strap 😊

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    • lurvspanking September 24, 2016 / 1:24 pm

      Like is such a wishy-washy word. Of course Ruby will be ‘tasting’ the strap quite a bit over the next while. I hear it’s an acquired taste. 😉

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      • missy September 24, 2016 / 1:26 pm

        See that is why you are the writer and I only read 😉

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        • lurvspanking September 24, 2016 / 1:30 pm

          That sounds like a Zen koan. ‘The sound of the read word echoes as the strap on flesh writes.’

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      • missy September 24, 2016 / 1:32 pm

        But using wishy washy language may help her to deal with the internal conflict she feels about being so needy of something she feels is wrong to enjoy.

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        • lurvspanking September 24, 2016 / 1:47 pm

          Hmmm…. as the writer, I contend that there is nothing wrong in enjoying, therefore, the character will resolve the inner conflict… not however too soon, otherwise what would the writer have to write about? Sounds like the reader needs a good thrashing herself.

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          • missy September 24, 2016 / 1:52 pm

            The reader has, in fact, already had that guilty pleasure this morning. But what’s a poor reader to do when writers produce stories which put the idea straight back into her mind?

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            • lurvspanking September 24, 2016 / 1:58 pm

              Ahhh… the writer was wondering. ‘guilty pleasure’ is the wrong phrase for the reader to use. ‘Well earned pleasure’ ‘deserved pleasure’ ‘needed pleasure’ The reader should understand that the writer’s stories are designed to show that guilt has no place in a well-crafted relationship based on love of the strap and other implements of correction. The writer has always believed that receiving the strap is a sign of strength not weakness of the internal nature. She that is spanked is loved in full measure.

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  2. AC @ The Cracked Lens September 24, 2016 / 1:48 pm

    Btw, I’m loving this series.

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      • AC @ The Cracked Lens September 24, 2016 / 1:58 pm

        👍

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  3. Ina Morata September 26, 2016 / 2:31 pm

    Oh crikey! Don’t tell the Victorian aristocracy that the mercantile classes have any social arts – they’ll never believe you!

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    • lurvspanking September 26, 2016 / 2:42 pm

      But my dear, this is not a Victorian erotic novel, this is a spoof of a Victorian novel and Lord Caneshard is *gasp* a progressive who realizes his aristocratic world is dying.

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      • Ina Morata September 26, 2016 / 2:52 pm

        I know that! 🙂 But imagine all those walk-on extras you could have who are completely oblivious to the fact that there’s something wrong with the social structure of “Empire” when the queen keeps getting shot at!

        He reminds me of a version of Mr Rochester, played by Ciaran Hinds in the film of Jane Eyre. If you can find it on YouTube, watch it. You’ll see what I mean.

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