The Westerfield Affair

Kitty Stanley is a debutant on the brink of her second season out with the London ton.  She is well aware of proper manners, but frequently chooses blunt language in order to observe the shock it often produces.  It is this breach of etiquette along with her obvious enjoyment of life that attracts Lord Harry Westerfield.

Lord Westerfield is a man of few words.  He is well revered and sought after due to his infrequent appearances in society as well as his few interactions with people when he does venture out.  He is completely stunned at his reaction to Miss Kitty Stanley when they first meet as he never believed in the possibility of love at first sight.  Lord Westerfield makes many, many mistakes in pursuit of Kitty, but perseveres to the end.  Their tale of love is fraught with misunderstandings and lack of communication, which to Kitty’s chagrin, earns her a session over Lord Westerfield’s knee every time.   Soon after Lord Westerfield’s less than romantic proposal for Kitty’s hand in marriage, she tests his gumption by introducing him to friends in a most insulting manner.  Kitty didn’t have to wait long to learn that Lord Westerfield will not tolerate such rudeness.

“Your rudeness was unacceptable,” he told her, patting his lap. Her eyes traveled from his face to his lap doubtfully.

“Be a good girl and I’ll make it swift,” he promised, taking hold of her wrist.

Blushing, she allowed him to guide her across his lap.

“I’m sorry—” she began, but he cut her off with a sharp slap, which he repeated many times, the sound of his hand meeting her bottom, punctuated by her gasps.

“No—” she cried, struggling. “Wait—I’m sorry!”

He tightened his grip on her waist and continued spanking, the satin of her skirt sliding under his hand and making it difficult to hold her in place as she squirmed. He pulled the skirt up, out of the way, flinging her petticoats with it to spank through the thin linen of her drawers. He could see the shadow of her cleft, the shape of her buttocks, and his duty to teach a lesson began to morph into something not nearly so unpleasant. Perhaps her spanking should be on the bare…

He paused and rested his hand on her heated flesh, then began slowly stroking, following the shape of her curves and feeling his cock grow hard. She was panting, but not crying.

“Listen, you have cause to be angry,” he said soothingly. “I understand I went about this all wrong, but may we please begin again?”

“No!”

He began another volley of hard slaps, not with the intent to beat her into submission, but rather to distract himself from the temptation her bottom provided. But he didn’t truly wish to hurt her. He stopped to rub again, intoxicated by the feel of her warm cheeks under his hand.

She shifted her hips and turned her head in his direction. “I just require a little time to adjust, my lord. I’m angry with Maury and I’m angry with you, but I will do as I must.”

This was the Kitty with whom he’d fallen in love. Clever and self-possessed, even in her humbling position. He admired her honesty. He rubbed circles around her bottom.

“I assure you when I’m not furious I can be quite charming,” she added.

He chuckled. “I am well aware of that.”

“Please spank me, my lord, and get it over with, else Maury will send Miss Anderson to look in on us and I should die of embarrassment.”

Harry had considered her punishment to be mostly over, but to hear that she expected more created a tiny thrill of excitement. He followed the waistband of her drawers to her stomach and found the string, giving it a tug to loosen them.

“My lord!” she cried in a strangled breath.

He shimmied the drawers over her hips and sucked in his breath at the sight. She was absolute perfection—two shapely cheeks standing out as an amiable target for his hand, her skin showing a delicate pink where he’d already spanked. He brought his hand down on her bare flesh, shocking himself with the sound of it. He slapped again and again, finding it deeply satisfying—far more than he might have imagined. He slapped lower, growing slightly dizzy at the sight of her little sex peeking from between her legs. She kicked her legs and tried to reach back and cover her bottom with her hand.

“No, Miss Stanley,” he said, his voice far quieter than the sound of his slaps. “You have a spanking coming and I expect you to submit to it.” He bent her arm behind her back and held it there as he continued to spank every inch of her wiggling bottom.

Her squirms aroused him and he began to feel a heady thrill, realizing this beautiful creature would soon be his wife. His to take to his bed, and his to chastise when naughty. And, wickedly, he found himself hoping she would be often be naughty. He spanked, falling into a rhythm of slapping one cheek then the other, watching the bounce of her resilient flesh under his hand.

“Ow, oh, please, Lord Westerfield!” she gasped. “I will not sass you again,” she promised.

“Thank you, Miss Stanley,” he said. “I am almost finished.”

He applied his hand firmly and after another interval of spanking, realized she had given up all fight and lay quietly over his lap, accepting her punishment. He looked at her face where it lay on the settee and then froze.

She had not submitted—she had swooned.

I very much enjoyed “The Westerfield Affair” by Renee Rose.  The story was fluid and entertaining and the spanking scenes were wonderfully written.  Renee Rose is most definitely one of my favorite authors of spanking fiction and she proved herself once again with this regency piece.  My only disappointment was that this novel wasn’t longer – I had really wanted to lose myself in Kitty and Harry’s story for a while longer.  Lucky for me, Renee has recently released a follow up to this novel titled “The Reddington Scandal.”