S could be for so many things. Spankings, S is always for Spankings!
Today, specifically, it is about Switching.
When I was writing Loving Lena I was trying to think of something I had not written about before that a man in the 1890's might use to punish his woman. I had used a razor strap and a hairbrush already. Of course a hand is always useful and quite intimate, and earlier in the book Lena feels the burn of a wooden spoon.
It's a big punishment scene, a turning point in the story, so I wanted something that seemed more severe than just Wesley's hand. Something that might leave a lasting impression on our stubborn heroine.
This scene comes towards the end of the book. Lena has gotten herself into a bit of trouble with Emmaline and Wesley is at his wit's end between her impulsive behavior and her seemingly unrepentant attitude.
He not only decides to use a switch on her, but leaves her bare and lying over the desk in his study while he goes to cut it. Lena is having a hard time submitting to this humiliating punishment, and this is where we find them:
She
rose from her bent position, letting her dress fall back down over
her buttocks. She stood for a moment with her knees up against the
desk, her head raised, and listening.
She
was about to turn and make her way out of the study when she heard
the front door open and close again. She threw herself back over the
front of the desk, but her skirts remained down where they had
fallen.
Wesley's
heavy footsteps came back into the room. Lena had her head buried in
the crook of her arm; she squeezed her eyes shut.
She
started when a firm grasp wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her
upright.
"I
told you to stay in position."
Lena
let her mouth flap open, but she could not find words to respond. She
looked from Wesley's angry face to the sticks he held in his hand.
Switches!
He
must have seen her eying them because he said, "Yes, I went
outside to cut some switches to deal with this matter."
She
looked back up at him. Was she just a matter for him to deal with?
"Why
did you get out of position?" He gave her a quick shake as he
asked.
"I
did not know where you went," she answered.
"Did
you think it was a good idea to disobey me again so soon?" He
wore a mask of calmness, but she could hear the annoyance lacing his
voice.
"I
did not go anywhere, I just stood up. You left the door open."
She tried to explain, surely he would know she would be embarrassed
if anyone in the house had happened by. He needed to be reasonable.
"Yes,
I left the door open, and I left you on display. I will spank you in
front of everyone if that is my wish. Maybe I shall wait and spank
you in front of Ms. Shaw tomorrow so she can see how you are atoning
for your sins."
She
gasped at his threat tried not to tremble. She had never seen Wesley
so mad, at least not with her anyway. She knew she had acted poorly,
he was right that she should not have reacted and lashed out at Annie
without getting the whole story.
"Raise
your skirts and bend over the desk," he directed, as he released
her arm and took a step back.
She
blinked back the tears already forming in her eyes. She had never
been switched, but she assumed it would not be pleasant. Although,
those twigs seemed very little, perhaps they did not hurt much at
all. Maybe it was more to scare her than to bring her any discomfort.
She
turned to face the desk again and lifted her skirts as she bent
forward.
Wesley
rounded the desk and sat down behind it. He leaned back in the chair
and took out his knife to strip the switches of their remaining
leaves. The sticks were about an arm's length long and very thin.
She
looked up at him, with her being stretched across the desk, her face
was so close to him she could smell his scent. That musky smell that
was so uniquely him, that clung to his pillow long after he left
their bed. It normally reassured her, but now, as he sat in front of
her stripping switches to thrash her bottom with, she did not feel
reassured.
He
had left the door open again, and she thought about asking him to
close it. But he never looked up at her, he sat right in front of
her, running his knife down the switches acting like she was not even
in the room. Her face felt hot with embarrassment. She would never be
able to look any of their staff in the eye again if they saw her in
such a compromising position.
"I
think three should do it, yes?" Wesley asked, looking up at her
finally.
She
could only look back at him. She felt like he was not really asking
her to answer.
Lena
Trimble should be experiencing the happiest time in her life. She is
in love with the most wonderful man she has ever met, they have a
beautiful baby together, and they are starting a new life in a new
country. But Lena feels like she is living a lie. Their child was
conceived out of wedlock and she is still embroiled in a divorce from
a horrible man who never loved her but was only after her money.
Wesley
Lawford feels like the luckiest man alive. He finally has Lena all to
himself and he is trying to build a new life with her and their
child. But as Lena's divorce drags on, her fears of what others think
have her retreating from the world, and worse, closing herself off
to him. Afraid of losing Lena as she continues secluding herself,
Wesley knows he must be firm with his future wife and Lena soon finds
herself over Wesley's knee for a hard bare-bottom spanking. Will a
firm hand and loving domestic discipline bring back the woman he
loves? Will simply loving Lena be enough to keep them together?
Loving
Lena is the second in the Ravenswood Manor series. The book is a
Victorian romance set during the beginning of America's Bicycle
Craze, in 1890's Philadelphia. Although each book can be read alone,
characters from the first book in the series, Emmaline's Groom, are
referenced in Loving Lena.
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