Saturday, 5 April 2014

New Spanking Romance Doctor Ashby's Medicine Available on Amazon




My first Steampunk Spanking Romance, Doctor Ashby's Medicine featuring elements of medical play and BDSM is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.  If you like your airship sky pirates, hot, tall, dark and dashing, ready to spank the woman he rescues by kidnapping when she puts her life in danger, then this one is for you!

Check out the blurb and chapter one below.



Doctor Ashby's Medicine Blurb



When Lady Lucinda Whittock refuses to marry the detestable Baron Arkham, her father keeps her prisoner in her room and drugs her in an unsuccessful attempt to make her more amenable to the baron’s advances. Just when she begins to fear all hope may be lost, the dashing sky pirate Doctor Byron Ashby snatches Lucinda from her father’s airship.

 

Doctor Ashby—called “The Wicked Gentleman” by many because of his penchant for spanking women who dare to defy him—uses his plunder to fund research on the topic of human sexual pleasure. When he finds Lucinda in ill health from the drug her father administered, he conducts a thorough and intimate examination, in spite of her protests. He removes the impurities from her body and nurses her back to health, not hesitating to bare her bottom for a firm chastisement when she becomes reckless with her safety.

 

Though she must admit that she fancies her darkly handsome kidnapper, when he proposes that they marry to stop the baron from taking her, Lucinda must consider whether she can submit to both his authority and his sexual appetites, the very thought of which fill her with shame… and desire. And even if she becomes the doctor’s wife, will the evil baron still stop at nothing to stake his own claim to her?

 
Publisher’s Note: Doctor Ashby’s Medicine is an erotic novel that includes spankings, medical play, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 










Doctor Ashby's Medicine Chapter One






Nysarria, The Spurgeon Solar System.  Somewhere above Babbage Falls aboard the Raganork Airship

 

Dr Byron Gideon Ashby, now a part-time sky pirate had been dubbed the Wicked Gentleman for his antics when he robbed pretty defenceless ladies of their precious jewels.  And today he would more than live up to his reputation.  He removed his steam powered rocket pack from his shoulders and stared out of his black and silver Plague Doctor mask at Countess Gwendolyn Baldwin with lustful amber eyes.  One of his men held her in a tight grip.  He lowered the rocket pack down on to the green velvet chaise longue and aimed his blaster at the Countess and her husband. 

The Doctor cast a dashing aristocratic if not a frightening figure in his elegant black top hat, black leather plague doctor mask with cold-cast aluminium eyepieces, beak and steel dome rivets.  His black velvet cut away Regency coat with tails was complimented by a high silver silk cravat.  The gloves he wore on his hands were white and his tall toned athletic body was finished with black breeches and knee length black hunting boots.

On his dramatic arrival in to the room on the airship, Dr Ashby had noticed the Countess removing her rings and earrings to hide them.  She had dare to hide them down the tight black and gold brocade corset sitting on top of her ripe slim hips clothed in a full length black bustle skirt.  She was indeed a striking beauty.  Her auburn hair was piled atop her head and her dark green eyes with full black lashes fluttered nervously at him exposing her guilty secret.  He watched her placed her long gloved hands on her hips and attempt to look at him defiantly.  The Wicked Gentleman did not like to be made a fool of especially by a lady.  For her misdemeanour and disobedience, he decided the Countess would be receiving a sound bare bottom spanking over his knees before he left the airship with his booty.

“Take anything of worth,” he ordered his men who were threatening the Count and his own men and servants.  There were eight of them, all dressed in black, sporting a leather gas mask and helmet.  Five of them brandished cutlasses menacingly at the Count and his men.  The other three of The Wicked Gentleman’s Gang who did not have to began ransacking the rooms on the airship, putting anything of worth in to leather sacks.   One of them held the Countess in a tight grip when she struggled violently, inelegant cursing tripping from her lips as he searched her hands, ears and throat for jewels. 

“You will not find them there,” Doctor Ashby grinned under his mask.  “The beautiful Countess has already hidden them down her pretty corset,” his voice was crisp and upper class.

“Please remove them or I will have no choice but to retrieve them myself, Countess,” he threatened.

“I do not know, what you are talking about.  I have hidden nothing,” she was haughty, once again cursing at the man who held her.

The Wicked Gentleman approached the woman.

“Do not make the mistake of believing that I am a kind and true gentleman who will not retrieve them from between your naked breasts for all to see, madam.”

“You would not dare,” the woman was outraged.

“Oh yes, I would.  I am going to have the good grace to count to three and give you one more chance before stripping you bare where you stand, madam.”

The Countess’s eyes widened with shock but she still decided to disbelieve him.

“You would not . . .”

“One . . .”

“I am not giving you anything.  Pirate, thief . . .”

“Two . . .”

“This is outrageous.  I will not give up my jewels.  You will not dare to retrieve . ..”

“Give him the jewels, Gwendolyn, for God sake,” her husband urged.

“I will not.”

“Gag and tie up, the count.  Three.  Your time is up, Countess.”

 There was a firmness in Doctor Ashby’s voice that told all who could hear it that he had indeed meant every word and now he was going to strip the Countess naked.

“Hold, the Countess’s arms tightly behind her back,” he instructed her captor whilst the doctor deposited his blaster back inside his leather holster inside his jacket.  He took out a pocket knife from another pocket.  The doctor slipped his hand between the middle of the Countess’s corset, his gloved white hand brushed the milky white mounds that threatened to spill over and out of their confined space.

The Wicked Gentleman pulled her forwards causing her arms to stretch painfully out behind her, still held by his masked gang member.  She gasped out loud when he took the knife and cut down the middle of the corset.  The Countess could offer him little resistance.  When the knife reached the bottom the Doctor had no hesitation in opening the corset wide and removing it from the Countess to bare her breasts to everyone man in the room.

The jewels dropped to the floor but Doctor turned sky Pirate did not pay them any heed.  Ignoring the blushing of the Countess and her curses he continued stripping her, convinced she hid more under her skirt.  But more for a sense of desire at seeing her standing naked and vulnerable, open to pleasurable penetration, should she desire it.

He cut and tore the silk taffeta skirt and her petticoat until they were removed in tatters around her feet.  There was a hushed awed silence in the room as every man’s eyes rested upon her naked form.  She had not been wearing any under garments and her neatly shaven auburn curled sex was displayed prominently.  Her long slim legs were covered in dark stockings.  She still wore her long black gloves, her leather laced ankle boots and a lace and black leather collar at her throat.  She was a stunning vision.  One the Wicked Gentleman could not resist sampling.

His eyes roved over her small but pert breasts with the darkened plum peaks pointing at him with arousal.  He grinned to himself underneath the mask.  For all the Countess’s efforts to resist and her  curses her body was becoming aroused at his masterful treatment.  He pressed his gloved hand against her stomach sweeping his eyes over her moist lips, pressing his hand lightly in to her stomach to calm her agitated breathing.  He stroked her flesh gently.

“I think you are concealing something else,” he said softly.  His gloved hand moved down her stomach and paused at the top of her auburn curls.

“Part your thighs, Countess.”

She stared at him and shook her head.

“Part your thighs, Countess and let the jewel go or I will remove it.”

She shook her head defiantly.

The Wicked Gentleman grinned beneath his mask, grateful for the opportunity she was to give him.  He moved his gloved fingers through her curls and slipped them neatly between her pussy lips.  Surprisingly, she was dampening making his probing for the jewel she clenched tightly between her lips easy.  She gave a low female moan as he moved his fingers back and forth.  The small ruby was nestled up high in her lips but he took his time to stroke and fondle the slickness of her mound, circling the small vaginal entrance and pausing to pinch the tiny plump pleasure bud hanging ripe from her sex.  It was a joy to inspect her flesh so intimately.  He would have dearly loved to have her on his examination table naked and defenceless, willingly probed and brought to climax by the new steam medical apparatus he had been developing to pleasure and inseminate a female.  Yet she wasn’t quite the right type of woman to use in the experiment.  He was still searching and when he laid eyes upon her he would know instantly of her appropriateness.

Another moan and then a small gasp escaped the Countess’s mouth when Doctor Ashby’s persistent caress forced her to unclench the impressive muscles in her vagina. He knew it was the small priceless ruby the Count and Countess were carrying to the city of Gravura to have made in to a large ring, a present for the Countess on their first anniversary.

He pulled it out from her pussy lips and admired it, wiping the Countess’s milky juice away with his fingers.   He put the jewel in his top pocket and turned his attention back to the pouting Countess.

“An ingenious place to hide a jewel, my dear.  The muscles in your vagina are unusually strong.  You warrant further intimate examination but I do not have my medical apparatus here to test them.  It is a shame, I must say.  But I shall content myself with disciplining you for hiding the jewels.  I am not a man to be trifled with.”

He flicked a thumb idly over her breast watching it spring back and forth.  The countess gave another helpless moan even though she began to struggle with defiance.  He began to remove his gloves setting them down next to the rocket pack on the chaise longue.

“Discipline?” she breathed nervously.

“Yes, spanked over my knee until your bottom is reddened enough to remind you of your punishment every time you sit, madam,” he informed her light heartedly.

“You cruel, heartless . . .”

Doctor Ashby reached behind her and raised his hand smacking first the left bare buttock and then the right hard and firm to silence the Countess’s errant tongue.  The urge to spank her for her squalling tongue alone over his knee was now overwhelming.  The woman needed some firm male guidance and instruction to tame her disobedience.

She cried out with pain but when he repeated the action brushing himself against her breasts and sex to achieve the action she became silent.

“Blind fold her and tie her hands behind her back.  Blind fold the Count but remove his gag.  I want to converse with him.  Remove the other men to the dining room.”

Satisfied both the Count and Countess were blindfolded, Doctor Ashby removed his plague Doctor mask.  He was dark and handsome with a devilish air about him that always ensured he rarely slept alone even though he was single.  At twenty-six years he had a full head of dark brown hair with well chiselled aristocratic features with high cheekbones and a manly chin.  His amber eyes shone brightly as he viewed the naked Countess unimpeded by his mask.  He gestured for his man to let her go in to his custody and move the count to a chair facing the chaise longue.  Then he ordered the man to leave to help with the ransacking of the airship and its many rooms.

“Come, Countess,” he said lifting the young woman around her waist.  Immediately she began kicking and screaming against him.  He ignored her behaviour knowing it was soon to be schooled to his satisfaction over his knee.  He sat down on the chaise longue and neatly deposited the Countess over his knee.

Doctor Ashby braced the naked Countess over his knee and administered a sound bare bottom spanking.  He raised his hand in a well practised arc and aimed for the most sensitive parts of her bottom to redden.  His favourite place to catch with his firm disciplining hand was the uppermost backs of a woman’s tender thighs and just were the buttocks curved.  The quivering flesh was a pleasure to view as it jumped obediently to his attention with each slap he delivered upon it.  A woman always cried out with pain from being struck there but he had also discovered on experimentation that these were the places which also aroused the female subject mixing her pain with strong pleasure, should be inclined that way.

Countess Baldwin was the fourth woman he had spanked naked in the last week and a half for attempting to withhold jewels and personal trinkets in her undergarments.  The Countess had been the first to hide them in her sex.  Each slap of her rounded milky flesh was loud and painful, silencing her errant squalling tongue.

Although her husband could not view the proceedings before him her husband was clearly becoming aroused by listening to his wife being spanked firmly on her bare bottom.  It made Doctor Ashby wonder if the Count had dearly wished to apply such a punishment to his wife since the birth of their marriage a year ago.  The man’s arousal was strong, hard and clearly visible between his legs.  Confined within his breeches his cock strained towards her demanding entry.

The woman sobbed loudly but the slick moisture coating the Wicked Gentleman’s legs told him the wench was enjoying her chastisement.  She was a feisty woman, but her female bravado and haughtiness was fast disappearing into sobbing as he slapped her rear and the backs of her thighs crimson.  When she lay quiet and sobbing over his knee accepting his mastery and his right to school her he ceased her torment.  Satisfied with the colour of her bottom cheeks he allowed her to sit up on his lap.

He swept his sparkling deep amber eyes admiringly over her naked form, gently stroking the tip of a breast with his ringed forefinger.  His black velvet coat stroked her skin with his movement bringing a healthy glow to her skin.

“You are a beautiful woman, Countess,” he told her enthralled by the agitated rise and swell of her breasts as she breathed.

She appeared startled and bemused by his compliment.

“I wish my husband believed it so.”  She was breathless in her speech.

The Countess had not objected to Doctor Ashby’s touch and now he continued his caress with purpose.

“He has not come near me since we consummated our marriage,”  she confessed, her eyes suddenly bleary with more tears.  “I believe he keeps his mistress satisfied in her bed but I am to be denied.”

Doctor Ashby hushed her, soothingly cupping her breast in his wide male palm almost lovingly.  He held it gently rubbing his thumb over the top of the pale mound and her tears receded.

“Your husband is a fool to deny such beauty.”

“He was in love with another before our marriage as I was . . .  But we are together now, forced to be by our parents.  We must make the best of it.  I try to entice him to our bed but he is civil and polite in refusing.  I am so vexed with him.  It makes me devilish and churlish in my behaviour towards him.  He barely tolerates my presence.  The precious jewels he gives me are to placate me and keep me deceived of his love.”

‘Yes, your behaviour is churlish and your tongue is foul for a woman but it may be remedied easily with masterful handling and frequent spankings,’ the Sky Pirate informed her calmly with seriousness in his dark velvet voice. 

Her eyes widened with shock and fear once more.  With a wicked smile he tilted her chin upwards.

“Perhaps when you learn the meaning of obedience over his knee and accept his mastery he will come to your bed.”

 Doctor Ashby addressed the Count, ‘Your wife requires a firm hand.  I suggest you spank or better still paddle her often and I warrant you will see an improvement in her behaviour.’

The blindfolded Duke moved his head from side to side like a blind man.

“Your hand is artfully practiced.  I could hear it in the way you stung her flesh with each slap.  I should like to emulate it, sir,’ the Count answered.  ‘You have indeed brought her churlish tongue to task.  I will take your advice.”

“Good.”

Doctor Ashby moved his hand under the Countess’s bottom as it sat uncomfortably stinging on his lap.  He could feel the heat from her punished buttocks nicely warming his legs through his breeches.  He smoothed his palm over one reddened buttock.  He was pleased at her silent submissiveness.  Gently, carefully, he slipped his fingers between her thighs.  They were drenched with creamy moisture.  He was to find her sex filled to the brim with it.  He smiled and stroked the fluttering bud nestled in her auburn mound.  The Duchess moaned and sobbed with need under her blindfold.

He paid her no heed but continued his gentle tantalising stroke as he spoke to her husband.  Only when she began to move with annoyance on his knee did he threaten her with his firm hand upon her buttocks again.  Her movement ceased immediately.

“Why do you not attend her bed, sir?” the sky pirate asked with great interest.

“That is none of your business, sir,” the Count was cornered, angry.

“A mistress is the reason.  It can be no other.  But you have such a beautiful wife.  Her body is plentiful in its shape and form.  Such delights await you in her taking and I can see she arouses you painfully.  For the pain you have caused your wife I will make love to her and satisfy her needs.  For your punishment you will listen to the sounds of her pleasure and your penance will be to imagine her writhing body as I pleasure it.  I have no doubt you will resolve to make amends for what your arrogance and adultery has caused you to miss, sir.”

In one fluid movement, Doctor Ashby made the Countess turn to sit on his lap and straddle her legs across his own, opening her sex wide.  She was more than eager to accommodate his masterful direction of her body by her rush to obey him in her movement.  He spread her legs wider and then unbuttoned his breeches.  She was already wet and prepared for taking and he wasted no time in guiding his rod like member to her wetness.  His hands grasped her small waist and raised her upwards.  He lowered her down on top of his cock and fed it up inside her slick entrance.

The Countess moaned with pleasure as she felt her tight unused channel contract with pleasure and a little discomfort to accept the mastery of his long wide hard length.  She moved down on top of him swallowing him hole until he threatened to penetrated her womb.

Doctor Ashby cupped her buttocks and moved upwards to meet her downward thrust.  Still tied and blindfolded she was unable to hold on to him and she was completely at his mercy.  He set the rhythm of their joined movement and grasped the Countess’s breasts to use them as reins and guide the punished Countess down on top of him faster and faster.

He pulled and teased the nipples sharply, stretching them out cruelly until the Countess cried out with pain.  Moisture from her sex coated him thickly in response spurring his ardour on.  He thrust up to meet her hard and unforgiving.

The handsome wicked gentleman nuzzled the Countess’s neck brushing his lips where he knew it to be most tender and intoxicating to a woman.  She moaned and threw her head back, thrusting out her beautiful breasts out as though in an offering to him.  He raised his hand and slapped them gently three times, delighted by the spring in their wobble. The Countess cried out but pushed down on top of him harder.  He felt her vulva tighten in spasm around him and her breathing quicken.  His own breath was to follow as desire surged through his cock urgently wanting to spill his seed within her.  Briefly he wondered about the child they may have produced together if he had wished to impregnate her in one of his exotic experiments.  The Countess was beautiful breeding stock but she lacked the mental and intellectual capacities he was looking for in a woman to breed with.

The Countess gave a small scream as she came, releasing her pent up frustration at not having been made love to for so long.  Doctor Ashby grunted like a wild animal and came with her, his pleasure exploding and releasing his soft creamy seed in to her channel with dominant force.

Doctor Ashby caressed the silky sheen of sweat across the Duchess’s shoulders and bestowed her with gentle kisses along neck until her panting pleasure calmed.  After care was important when a woman had been punished and then pleasured.  He had made extensive notes on this being vital to their well being and essential discipline.  If she had been at his home or in his laboratory engaging in one of his experiments he would have personally bathed and moisturised her before putting her to bed.  He would have made her settle her aching crimson bottom as she rested naked between the sheets of his bed.  Then he would have made observations of how she slept and her behaviour for the next three days to see how long the punishment lasted and kept her tamed and obedient to the will of a man.

“Thank you,” she whispered to him.  “That was heavenly.”

‘Good.  Now that you have been pleasured, my beautiful Countess, you must submit to your husband.  He has heard what delights in you he is missing and I warrant his member will burst if you do not satisfy his need for you.’







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