Regency Domestic Discipline Bundle

By Elle London and Lovillia Hearst

These Regency era aristocrats don't hesitate to bend a naughty servant over their knee:

The Duke's Submissive Mistress
Anabelle is an innocent virgin, which makes her easy pickings for the sophisticated, powerful and married Duke of Tamworth, Richard. What begins as a friendship with his wife soon turns into a game of domination and submission Anabelle will lose every time, as she is torn between her loyalty towards the Duke's wife and her own forbidden desires to be used in every way by the Duke. One thing is certain - the Duke always gets what he wants, and what he wants is nothing short of total submission from Anabelle as he uses her virgin body to fulfill his every last deviant desire. Will Anabelle allow herself to be used or will the guilt overcome her as she becomes 'the other woman' in her best friend's marriage?

Bent Over By The Cruel Lord
Greta dresses up as a boy to try to steal from the local markets, but the plan goes wrong when a muscular Lord grabs her by the scruff of her neck.

When the Lord discovers her secret, Greta finds herself spanked in the public square - and that's just the beginning, to her pleasure.
The Aristocrat's Plaything
Arabella can’t believe her good fortune when the agency she joins places her as a maid in the home of Viscount Leslie almost straight away. She vows to do her best for such an aristocratic employer, but her pretty face and innocent demeanor don’t go unnoticed.

This is an explicit steamy adult short romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotic Bundles
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020

Book preview

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he Duke’s Submissive Mistress

Elle London

Annabelle gathered up the little biscuits and the tea tray to take out to her best friend Mary. The silver tray made a clinging noise as the tea cups rattled on their little saucers. Mary was visiting with her husband Richard the Duke of Tamworth and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect for them. She didn’t have guests that much so she hoped what she was serving was correct for tea. Walking out onto the front porch of her home she sat the tray in front of Richard and smiled at Mary.

It was a beautiful day and the birds were chirping and a light breeze blew through the trees rustling the leaves around the home. Her lawn stretched out long and gorgeously green behind her friend’s small white carriage.

Mary was opposite of her in every way but they had been best friends since they were small girls. Mary was tall and statuesque while Annabelle was a short thin waif. Mary was blonde with gorgeous long natural curls while Annabelle’s hair was a dark brown and she had to curl it every day to get it to look almost like Mary’s did. She’d always been effortlessly pretty and clean. Annabelle’s dresses always had mud stains on her face and her knees making her mother tsk at her while she pulled her into the wash room to clean it off. Annabelle always wondered if her mother had wished she could be more like Mary and stay clean and neatly pressed at all times. Her mother was always sweet to Mary when she was at the home showing her needlepoint and the things she was baking in the kitchen. She would let Annabelle and Mary help her bake when she had the time and they always loved it.

I hope this will do, I haven’t had guests in quite some time. Annabelle gathered her skirts and sat in the small metal chair across from her guests. The tray barely balancing on the tiny table she sat it on and she wished it was bigger.

I’m going to freshen up a bit before tea, I’ll be right back darling. Mary stood from the table and kissed the Duke on the cheek before heading to the wash room in the back of the home. She seemed to just float over the ground where Annabelle had to actually focus to not trip over her feet. Annabelle’s father had passed away a few months before and left the house to her. She was pleased to have guests anytime they came to break up the long days of reading and wondering the house alone.

You look absolutely fetching Miss Perriwell. The Duke’s eyes were staring directly at her chest where the top of her bodice gathered exposing a small amount of cleavage. She reddened wondering if Mary noticed where her husband’s eyes were.

Duke, you don’t have to be so formal with me. Mary and I have grown up together, call me Annabelle. She smiled and grabbed a biscuit off the tray to pull apart with her fingers. Keeping busy would help her ignore the way the Duke was looking at her.

If that’s what you desire Annabelle, he smiled brightly at her and she couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. You may call me Richard always. His eyes were blue and they sparkled. The long hair that spilled from his head was pulled back in a ponytail. It shone in the sun and he smiled at her revealing a bright set of straight teeth.  She had seen him before but she had never really taken in all of his features and appreciated how handsome he was.

Okay Richard, If felt strange and a bit naughty calling him anything but Duke and she liked it.

He leaned in to whisper to her. I bet you would be just as fetching out of that dress as you are in it. Heat crept back into her cheeks as she tried to decide if she had actually heard him correctly. She stared for a minute as though she had heard him wrong, but he kept the same mischievous grin on his face causing her to blush even harder.

Mary walked back out and he turned his full attention to doting on his lovely wife. They stayed for about an hour chatting about this and that until they decided they better get home to the children and said their goodbyes.

That night when Annabelle was trying to fall asleep her thoughts drifted to that smile and before she knew it her hand was under