By Renee Rose
The subjugation of women should not be a turn-on to me.
Nevertheless, it is exactly that. And there’s no time period where women are more inured to their submissive roles than medieval times. It is, after all, the era of damsels being trapped in towers to wait for rescue by gallant knights. Or, the way my kink twists it, to wait to be spanked by brawny knights. It is a time period in which a woman must kneel at her husband’s feet to remove his boots, call him “her lord” and obey his every whim, else she’d be packed off the nunnery.
In other words, it is the perfect time period to stage a spanking romance. I’ve written four medieval novellas, two of which are presently new releases. The Knight’s Prisoner is a very steamy story about a tavern prostitute abducted by a scarred knight. The spanking is intense, as is their fiery relationship.
A shorter novella, Under Siege, is part of the two-pack Lords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Novellas which also features a novella by Korey Mae Johnson. It is the tale of a strong heroine running her demesne on her own, hiding the fact that her husband is dead to avoid being forced to take a new lord. Enter the knight who steps in to defend her castle, and the spanking and tension ensues.
The following excerpt from The Knight’s Prisoner features some of that kneeling that I find so delicious.
She turned to face him and stood on her tiptoes to try to look him in the face. “No.”
Sir Ferrum stared at her in shock. She imagined a knight of his size and command was not often defied, but she didn’t care– she wasn’t afraid of him. He leaned closer so the men couldn’t hear. “Do you want me to spank you in front of all the men?” he demanded.
That threat infuriated her even more. How dare he even suggest such a thing? She lifted on her toes again and before she could heed the signal of warning shooting behind her eyes, she spat in right in Sir Ferrum’s face. His expression flashed to anger, and she needed no one to tell her that a huge, angry warrior signified real danger. He snatched up the braid at the back of her head and dragged her three paces to a log where he pushed her to her knees. She made a small, terrified cry. He sat down on the log facing her and took a deep breath as if to calm himself. Her body had gone limp with instinctual submission and she could only stare at him with wide eyes. What had she been thinking? Mayhap it had been his patient punishment that had lulled her into a false sense of security with him, but she realized now that he was not a man with whom she ought to trifle.
The camp had gone silent, the jeers and laughter replaced by the crackle of tension in the air as they all watched.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly.
“Wipe it off,” he said in a deadly voice pitched for her ears alone.
She immediately wiped the spit off his scarred cheek, feeling the hard ropey knots of disfigured flesh under her trembling fingers. “I’m sorry, Sir Ferrum,” she said again.
He nodded. “I am, too,” he said grimly, and she feared he meant he was sorry for what he was going to do to her. Would he spank her in front of the men? The thought had enraged her only a moment before, but now she would welcome his public discipline if it was the worst he’d do. She would welcome it if it meant he would forgive her. It was odd to discover she cared about that, but she did. Like it or not, she was the Red Fox’s prisoner and Sir Ferrum was her keeper. He had been her sole protector and losing his esteem, losing his gentle care-taking, was more frightening than any punishment.
“You’re going to kneel here at my feet until I dismiss you and then you’re going to go into the tent for your punishment.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, lowering her bottom down to sit on her heels at his feet. Her body was trembling so much she was sure he felt it where her ribs pressed against his leg. Why had he decided to punish her in the tent rather than in front of the men? Would the spanking be far worse in private?
Ferrum sighed and leaned his forearms on his knees. She waited, her eyes riveted to his face. After a moment, he seemed to recover his temper. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said evenly.
“I won’t,” she said immediately. “I give you my word.”
“Go into the tent.”
“Yes, sir.” She got up immediately and walked to the tent, feeling the eyes of the men as they pretended not to watch.
“Nobody calls her a whore again– is that clear?” Ferrum’s voice rang out authoritatively.
The Knight’s Prisoner blurb
Danewyn, a tavern prostitute, has always been cursed with the Sight–the ability to see into the unknown. It is a trait she has learned to keep hidden from others, but a moment of anger finds her blurting out a prediction about the Red Fox, the rightful king of Britain. Unfortunately, her prediction is overheard by one of the Red Fox’s men, putting her in grave danger.
Captured and carried off for questioning, she finds herself prisoner to Sir Ferrum, an enormous knight who bears the scars of an old injury upon his face. She finds Sir Ferrum to be firm and unyielding, but his treatment of her also reveals a gentleness which she has difficulty reconciling with his harsh discipline. To her dismay, her feelings for him continue to grow, and Dani must decide whether to continue her plans for escape or accept her new role as Sir Ferrum’s woman and Seer to the Red Fox.
“The Knight’s Prisoner is an extremely scorching novel of sweeping romance and bitter betrayal. It is a novel that will grab a reader from the start and never let go. … I truly enjoyed reading and I have no doubt at all it will be a novel that will be cherished for years.” — Night Owl Reviews
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Lords and Ladies is composed of two novellas filled with medieval adventure, sweet romance, bold men, feisty women, hot sex, and firm spankings.
Under Siege by Renee Rose
For Lady Camilla, the only thing worse than managing Falconworth castle on her own would be her overlord discovering that she is a widow and marrying her off to his wretched nephew. Keeping her husband’s death a secret is a top priority, right up there with ensuring that troops from a rival castle don’t break down her curtain wall gate with their battering ram.
Yet when a devilishly handsome knight by the name of Sir Balen rides to her rescue, she is reluctant to turn over the control she has become accustomed to wielding. The attraction between them is palpable, but his arrogant assumption of the position and duties of her late husband irritates her, especially because those duties seem to include spanking her bare bottom!
Can she swallow her pride and propose the marriage which she knows would be best for all involved, or will her stubbornness cost her and the people of Falconworth dearly?
Quite Decided by Korey Mae Johnson
When eighteen-year-old Wenda discovers that she is to be married off to a nobleman easily old enough to be her grandfather, she concocts a desperate plan to avoid that fate. Lord Talus, who was like an older brother to her growing up, will marry her instead—she is quite decided on it.
The only problem with this plan is the fact that Talus refuses it outright. Wenda has grown into a beautiful woman, but he has known her since she was a child and he cannot bring himself to expose her to the dark, hungry, sexual side of him which she would see as his wife.
Talus underestimates the lengths to which Wenda will go to carry out her plan, however, and he finds a marriage with her forced upon him by false allegations that he has stolen her maidenhood in the night. For her part Wenda soon learns, to her dismay, that her new husband is well within his rights to bare his young wife’s bottom and chastise her firmly for her scheming. Moreover, he intends to thoroughly enjoy every curve of her beautiful body once he feels the time is right to have his way with his new bride.
Renee Rose, best-selling erotic romance author, did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romance Betrothed. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism. She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be.
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