After twenty-two-year-old Alysa Clark-Fitzgerald moves into her family’s old vacation home, she is shocked to discover a mysterious portal to the past hidden in the attic. When Alysa meets Annalyse Johnson, a gravely ill young woman from the year 1955 who happens to be not only her distant relative but also all but identical in appearance, the two women decide to switch places so that Annalyse’s life can be saved with the aid of modern medical treatment.
Upon arriving in the past, Alysa meets Annalyse’s strict, no-nonsense husband, Michael. Playing the part of an obedient housewife doesn’t come easily to Alysa, and before long she finds herself over Michael’s knee for a painful, humiliating spanking. More embarrassing still, she soon learns that when she has been really naughty her bottom will be punished inside and out.
Though his firm-handed discipline often leaves her with blushing cheeks and a burning backside, Alysa cannot help falling in love with Michael, and she is not at all upset when Annalyse decides that she would prefer to remain in the twenty-first century. But will Alysa ever be able to bring herself to tell Michael the truth about herself, and will he still want her as his wife if she does?
Author: Ashlynn Ally
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 58,191 Words
Excerpt
Appraising me with a smoldering gaze, he stalks over to the vanity table and parks himself on the dainty stool, which is actually quite comical considering Mickey’s sturdy build. Then he picks up the heavy antique wooden hairbrush and, keeping his eyes on me the whole time, smacks it a few times lightly against his palm.
“Well,” Mickey says in a prompting way, raising his eyebrows at me. “You know what’s expected of you. Come. Over my lap, where you’ll be receiving a very harsh lesson in proper etiquette indeed.”
Swallowing hard, I rise from my place on the edge of the bed and walk slowly to Mickey, my hands going clammy and my feet dragging. Once I’m standing before him, I hesitate, as it seems like bending myself over his lap would be the equivalent of wandering out into the middle of a firing squad.
Mickey flicks a glance up at me, annoyed. “And just what are you waiting for, young lady?” he demands. “Expose your bottom at once, and position yourself over my knees so I can finish what I started in the car outside the restaurant.”
His severe tone tells me I should think better of doing anything other than obeying him. Quickly yet still reluctantly, I lift my robe over my hips, exposing my bare butt and legs to the draft in the room. Then I ease myself gingerly over his lap. Instantly, my feet rise up into the air and my hands plant themselves firmly onto the floor. Hanging upside down like that, I suddenly feel the effects of the alcohol again, and for a moment the room spins.
Then I feel Mickey taking me around the waist, propping me up in a way so that the lower part of my bottom is facing directly toward the ceiling. I suddenly lose any remainder of a buzz I might have had as I realize what’s about to go down. I know with my skin pulled so tight, and the muscles of my bottom pressed so forcefully to the surface, the spanking is bound to hurt all that much more.
“Oh, please, Mickey.” I can already feel my voice cracking as I anticipate what’s to come. “I didn’t mean to be so rude in the restaurant… it was the alcohol. That’s all.”
“Now, Lyssie,” Mickey starts, and I’m surprised to hear his voice is nearly gentle. “You know it hurts me to be on the giving end of your spankings just as much as it hurts you to be on the receiving end, but I can’t have you behaving in public like some ill-mannered miscreant. Do you understand?”
I suppose he’s right. Everything I’d done wrong tonight had most likely been drilled into Annalyse’s head as unacceptable from the time she was a small child. It’s really no wonder Mickey finds cause to punish me now. “Yes, sir,” I finally grumble, feeling my upturned bottom prickle in anticipation of the first strike.
“Very well then,” Mickey sighs, and I can feel him drawing back his hand with the brush in preparation to swing it down onto my bare butt. “Now I’m going to thoroughly spank every inch of these naughty bottom cheeks, and I’m not going to stop until I’m assured we won’t ever be having a repeat of your performance tonight anytime in the future.”
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