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    Lady Meriwyn’s Punishment
     
     
    By
     
    Renee Rose
     
     
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    Rose, Renee
    Lady Meriwyn’s Punishment
     
    eBook ISBN: 978-1-60968-980-3
     
     
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    This book is intended for adults only . Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.
     
    Table of Contents:
     
    Chapter One
    Chapter Two
    Chapter Three
    Chapter Four
    About Blushing Books
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    Chapter One:
     
    Sir Conrad could not wait to bathe and have his way with his new wife. After being gone a fortnight hunting with the prince, his body was tired, achy and hungry for touch. They'd arrived only a few hours earlier and Meriwyn had run to meet him, throwing herself into his arms, the musical sound of her laughter in his ear. She was his second wife, ten years younger and more beautiful to him than any lady in the kingdom.
    She'd accompanied their new princess, Tova, to the kingdom as her lady-in-waiting. He'd been taken by her from the moment he first saw her, and immediately petitioned the prince for her hand. The prince had granted it, after asking Meriwyn if she were willing. They'd been in the great hall, and the prince had summoned Meriwyn to his side at the upper table. Conrad had watched intently as she had bent her head to listen to the prince, then lifted her gaze to meet his eyes across the length of the table. She'd had a deliciously startled look on her face, her lips parted as they'd stared at one another, a silent communication running between them. Her cheeks had colored and she'd answered the prince without breaking her gaze with him. He could see her lips forming the words, “Aye, my lord,” and he'd felt a surge of victory.
    Thus far, she'd made an excellent wife, dedicating herself to him and his eight-year-old daughter, Anna, wholeheartedly.
    Henic and Hunwald, his squire and page, pulled off his boots, unfastened his leather armor, and helped him out of his clothes. He stepped into the warm bath with a sigh of pleasure. A light tap sounded on the door and Meriwyn entered.
    “I'll wash my husband, boys,” she said with an impish smile.
    Even Henic at the tender age of ten understood what that meant and both the lads left grinning and waggling their eyebrows at him.
    Meriwyn smiled a slow, seductive smile and made an attempt to push her long sleeves back.
    “Mayhap you should simply remove your outer dress,” he suggested craftily.
    “As you wish, my lord,” she said in a knowing voice and her deft fingers began to unlace her bodice. The bodice fell away and the thin linen chemise beneath did nothing to hide her enticing curves. She knelt beside the bath and leaned forward with the washcloth, the stiff peaks of her nipples steepling the chemise.
    “Let down your hair,” he commanded huskily.
    She obeyed, unbinding her heavy, dark hair, which fell thick and wavy across her shoulders. He sighed contentedly and settled back against the edge of the wooden tub, watching his lovely wife as she ran the washcloth over his weary body.
    He enjoyed her ministrations for a while and then decided he could put it off no longer-- he needed to speak with her before he could do any bedding.