Romantic Fiction

Recently I had some time to relax away from work, and thought I'd read something light. The excellent reference book The Compleat Spanker provides a list of mainstream authors whose works often include spanking, so I chose a romantic novel by Johanna Lindsey. The title Man of my Dreams sounded promising. The story is set in the year 1878 and involves a spoiled rich girl, a duke, horses, and deception.

I gave it a whirl and wasn't disappointed. As early as page 35 I found this:

"...I'm also a horse trainer...I treat them all like women--with a gentle hand for the most part, a firm one when needed, and a good slap to the hindquarters when they get too feisty."

The next reference followed soon after, on page 53. The man who spoke the previous word starts the dialogue with the 18-year-old young lady:

"Shall I demonstrate?"
"No!"
"Too bad. You do look so nice in pink."


He was referring to her blushes...

And again on page 80:

"Do you remember what I told you I do to horses and women who get too feisty?" He asked in a softly menacing tone. Megan could only nod, words failing her. "You're due."

It's getting closer on page 109:

"I'll wager your father has never laid a disciplinary hand on you, has he?"
She didn't mistake his meaning. "You wouldn't dare."
"I believe you know I would dare. Care to put it to the test?"

If there's any doubt in your mind at this point that this is a mainstream spanking book, this should convince you - the name of the male character doing all the talking is Devlin.

At last here's the spanking, on page 203, after she has been caught riding her horse bareback in the middle of the night:

"Someone has to teach you some sense, and come to think of it, there's no time like the present."

He caught her hand and started dragging her to the mounting block. Megan's mouth dropped open, her eyes widened incredulously, and she was a little bit in shock, knowing exactly what the amn intended doing.

"Wait a minute, Devlin, you can't really...I'll have you arrested. I'll have you--"

She landed hard across his knees the moment he sat down on the mounting block. She was about to scream her head off when he said, "Making a lot of noise won't stop me, brat. It'll just draw you an audience to watch."

The first smack was a revelation. It made a lot of noise when his hand connected with her bottom, though it didn't actually hurt. She'd forgotten that she had worn one of her thickest riding skirts. Well, the joke was on Devlin, but she'd never tell. Of course, that was only the first whack. By the time he finished, and that was quite a while later, repetition had made silk out of thick wool, and Megan didn't feel like laughing.

After another 200 pages of nonsense, they lived happily ever after.