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really want to punish me, you should not be so gentle and slow. You should feel free to give me the harsh treatment I deserve.”
    His fingers tightened on her nipples in a worsening pinch. “It was a terrible thing to write that letter to Eversham,” he said, his pace quickening. He drove in and out of her bottom in rough, short strokes. Her naughty button was forced against the bedpost in a most arousing rhythm.
    â€œYou are really teaching me a lesson now,” she sighed. “I am so very sorry. So very sorry. So very—” She gritted her teeth and threw her head back as he thrust to the hilt inside her. She felt the neckcloth give way as an orgasm built and broke wide within her, sharp pulsations of pleasure originating in her bottom and turning her entire body inside out. Her husband bucked and groaned behind her, driving deep in the throes of his own release.
    He put his hands over hers. They both breathed deeply and spasmodically for long moments.
    â€œGod, Tom,” she said, going limp against the post. “Holy hell.”
    He sighed as he licked a trail across her shoulder. “That was the best one yet.”
    â€œI agree,” she said. “Even better than the medieval wedding night.”
    â€œBy far.”
    He withdrew from her, his hands circling her waist, running over the authentic reproduction Victorian-era wool stockings they’d purchased online. “These feel kinda scratchy.”
    â€œThey are. But the birch rod feels worse.”
    â€œGood thing you’re a maso,” he said, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.
    â€œIt is a good thing. You were whaling on me at the end there.” She wiggled her wrists in the neckcloth. “I think I ripped this. Actually, I’m sure I did.”
    â€œBad girl. You’ll have to be punished. Or...” He slapped her ass. “We can buy another one on eBay.”
    â€œAt this rate, I’ll have to learn how to make them myself. This is the third one this month.”
    â€œEither that, or we move on to another era.” They looked at each other, then back at the neckcloth drooping from the post.
    â€œNot yet,” she said. “I’ll learn how to make them. It can’t be that hard.”
    â€œYou do that. I’ll assemble a few more birch rods.” He grinned at her, slipping a hand down to cup her slick pussy. “Eversham shall not have you!”
    â€œNot ever?”
    â€œNot ever.” He kissed the curve of her neck. “You’re mine, my naughty, naughty wife.”

ANYWAY
    Sommer Marsden
    I was stuck.
    I wiggled my arms and tried not to panic. It wasn’t a big deal. Not really. Mason was just in the next room brushing his teeth. But still, I’d have to admit I was stuck. Take the teasing...
    I struggled some more.
    I was just starting to sweat when I heard that dark chuckle, felt my skin rise up in a revolt of gooseflesh at his warm velvet voice. “Having some trouble there, Robin?”
    I glanced up, gave him a fake laugh. “No. It’s fine. I’m just...” He watched as I pushed my arms against the wall. How could I be this solidly stuck in the arms of a jacket? Even worse, how could I be in the position to have to admit it and ask for help?
    He stood there smirking. His amusement became too much for me and tears pricked my eyes. “Goddamn it! Your mother’s like a fucking bird. Why did I even think to try this on?”
    I wiggled my shoulders and felt the fabric give just a tiny bit, sliding down my forearms. But it wasn’t much. They weretrapped behind me pretty tightly, caught in too snug, thick fabric that didn’t want to yield. My arms remained bound behind my back, cinched by unforgiving velvet jacket arms.
    â€œDo you need help?”
    â€œYes! No!” I moved some more, feeling the bite of stiffness in my shoulders from having my arms so far back. “This is fucking