He Demands Discipline

Bethany Leigh

Description

Book One: Are you sitting comfortably?

These ladies aren't, after defiance, hijinks, bad attitude and other misbehavior lands them a trip across a stern partner's knee.

 Penny's husband Hayden wants to revive domestic discipline as well as romance as they travel around Australia. Penny isn't so sure, but then she ignores an important instruction.

 Lucy is trying to trace a poison-pen writer and searching for an office to set up her own PI agency. Can she find a location boyfriend Noel approves of? (A standalone mystery featuring Lucy from At Dead of Night.)

 Lady Helena has run away with her family's footman after having a disastrous marriage declared void. How will she cope with life as lowly servant Nell? (Featuring two new characters from the Lady Margia/Freedom universe.)

 Ruth is in love with the headmaster of the school where she works as a nurse. He seems unaware of her existence - until her madcap friend comes to stay, and a prank goes horribly wrong.

 Book Two: A Cure for All Ills

Enjoy eight short spanking stories featuring feisty heroines from a range of genres - contemporary, mystery, historical and alt-history - all with one thing in common. They all have a man who knows just how to bring them back in line!

 Maddie's hot new date loves to cook – but she avoids eating at all costs.

Sarah has perfect plans for her anniversary – but Dan has disappeared into his man-cave.

Ginny has always let her dog run free in the 'on-lead' area – but now a fine has turned up in the post.

Maddie, Sarah, Ginny and the other feisty women in these stories all have problems. And they all have men who believe that a spanking is a cure for all ills.

Sujets

• Traditional marriage
• Contemporary history
• OTK
• Alpha (ethology)
• Power exchange
• Spanking
• Romantic comedy film
• Contemporary
• Romance
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 08 juillet 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645633471
• Langue: English

Extrait

He Demands Discipline
A Collection of Short Stories


Bethany Leigh
Published by Blushing Books
An Imprint of
ABCD Graphics and Design, Inc.
A Virginia Corporation
977 Seminole Trail #233
Charlottesville, VA 22901

©2020
All rights reserved.

No part of the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. The trademark Blushing Books is pending in the US Patent and Trademark Office.

Bethany Leigh
He Demands Discipline

EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-347-1
v1

Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design
This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
Contents




Are You Sitting Comfortably?


1. Rekindling our Romance

2. Are You Sitting Comfortably?

3. Top Secret

4. Homeward Bound

5. For Whom the Bell Tolls

6. Dressing Down

7. The Outcast

8. The Unimportant Guest


A Cure for All Ills


1. A Cure for All Ills

2. The Season to Be Jolly

3. Time after Time

4. Czech Mate!

5. Far to Go

6. Doggone It!

7. Anniversary Blues


Bethany Leigh

Blushing Books

Blushing Books Newsletter
Are You Sitting Comfortably?
Published by Blushing Books
An Imprint of
ABCD Graphics and Design, Inc.
A Virginia Corporation
977 Seminole Trail #233
Charlottesville, VA 22901

©2016
All rights reserved.

No part of the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. The trademark Blushing Books is pending in the US Patent and Trademark Office.

Bethany Leigh
Are You Sitting Comfortably?

EBook ISBN: 978-1-68259-588-6
v1

Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design
This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
1

Rekindling our Romance

W ell, here we are already into the third week of our grand tour of Australia and I'm only just getting round to blogging! I intended to blog every few days, but time goes by so quickly and we've done so many things that it's almost impossible to keep you all up to date with everything that's been happening on our travels. When we left Melbourne on 2 January, we made our way slowly along the Great Ocean Road, taking the time to unwind and get into travel mode. We went swimming, did some great coastal walks, mooched around markets, and explored some lovely historic townships. And of course we visited a few bookshops! We might no longer be in the trade, but we just couldn't help ourselves! We're now at the Grampians National Park for a few days, doing some walking, before we hitch up the caravan again and start making our way towards South Australia.
"Good to see you finally getting around to that blog entry," Hayden commented as he sat down next to me at the picnic table we'd set up alongside the caravan. "You told everybody back home that you'd blog at least once a week."
"I know, but we've been so busy. And I have been putting regular status updates and photos on Facebook." I'd just uploaded a couple of photos I'd taken while we were eating our steaks and salad – one of kangaroos grazing on the grass outside our caravan; another of the twenty or so sulphur-crested cockatoos that had descended on the picnic table the minute we put down our food. The wildlife here in the Grampians was amazing; we'd seen emus earlier when we'd walked along the track from the caravan park to the tiny township of Halls Gap.
Hayden took a long slug of beer. It was a warm night, peaceful too – with the end of school holidays approaching, there weren't as many families at this caravan park as there had been in the ones along the Great Ocean Road. There were a few children running around or riding their bikes, but the noisiest creatures by far were the screeching cockatoos.
"We'll need to get up early tomorrow," he said. "The walk we're doing takes about six hours and we need to finish it before the heat of the day sets in."
"What do you mean by 'early?'"
"I was thinking we should set off at seven."
"Hmm. That is early. We'll have to be up by six – earlier than we used to get up for work! What's wrong with getting up at seven and setting off at eight?"
"The guy in the information office says there's a lot of exposed rock on the walk, so we need to make sure we're not up there when it's really hot."
"Oh, all right then," I said reluctantly. "It's going to be hard to get up that early, but I guess we've got plenty of other days to sleep in."
Actually, 345 of them. Hayden and I were finally doing something we'd wanted to do for ages – spending a year travelling around Australia. Well, not all of Australia, but a good deal of it, including Alice Springs and Uluru, Darwin and Far North Queensland. But all that was in the future. Right now, we were still exploring our home state of Victoria. Our eighteen-year-old twins Angus and Raeli were looking after our house in Melbourne and starting uni at the end of February. Having the kids off our hands after years of school fees, combined with the increasing economic challenge of running a bookshop in these days of e-readers, had made it the perfect time to sell off our stock and close the shop. We'd rented out the premises to a young couple who planned to turn what had been our bookshop into a café. And we bought the caravan that would be our home for twelve months, putting plans for our future careers on hold.
It was a lovely caravan – it wasn't large, but it made great use of space (our bed turned into a sofa by day), making it feel roomy. Hayden had had solar panels installed on it, so we could generate our own electricity; this meant we'd be able to set up camp in the bush overnight if we wanted to; and that we'd save money using unpowered sites at caravan parks. "We'll be following the sun around, so it'll generate enough energy during the day for the electricity we'll need at night and in the mornings," he said. "The only things we can't run are a microwave or the air con, but we can do without those things."
I'd been sceptical, but so far he'd been proven right. We'd had plenty of power for what we needed, barbecues and salads were much more appetising than heated-up microwave meals, and opening the windows at night had been enough to let the heat out of the caravan – at least it had along the Great Ocean Road where there'd been a refreshing coastal breeze.
And the best part of the trip so far was that we were spending all our time together. Getting to know each other all over again. We'd arrived in Australia twenty years ago; two recently married British migrants, me a book editor, Hayden a marketing whiz. We'd quickly landed jobs in our professions, but when we'd had the twins we realised that it was going to be very hard to balance looking after two children with full-time work. Even if we took separate leave, we still couldn't cover all of the school holidays between us, and, being migrants, we didn't have handy grandparents or aunties and uncles to call on if we needed a babysitter. So we'd ended up opening a bookshop, selling new and second-hand books, and using my contacts and Hayden's marketing skills to devise an entertaining program of author talks and workshops. We juggled separate shifts at the shop with looking after the kids. It meant that the twins always had a parent to look after them, but it also meant that Hayden and I, spending little time on our own together other than when they were both away on a sleepover or at camp (and that happened rarely; there was usually one of them left at home with us), had drifted apart.
This trip, as well as giving us the opportunity to fulfil a dream and work out what we could do with the rest of our working lives now that the book trade had become less viable, was meant to remedy that.
So far it had been brilliant. I'd forgotten what it was like to spend a leisurely evening alone with Hayden, relaxing, enjoying a wine, watching the sun go down. I missed the twins, but it was lovely to spend time with my husband, without Angus and Raeli and their mates suddenly descending on the house in the middle of our favourite TV show, disturbing the peace.
And tonight was a perfect example of romance rekindled. When I'd uploaded my blog and we'd finished our drinks, we walked to the nearby lake, and sat beside it for an hour, watching the moon rise over the mountain. We sat with our arms around each other, cherishing the beauty, the peace and each other's company.
Then my mobile beeped.
Hey, Mum, just