My husband and I dated for five years before we got married. We never lived together, but we spent a lot of time in each other’s company and we talked a lot. We discussed money, kids, our families, where we would live, our jobs, my writing, retirement—just about everything.
So we thought we knew what we were getting. But during five years of discussions, we somehow failed to talk about the really important issues in a marriage such as:
- Is it ever acceptable to leave a banana peel in the kitchen sink?
- Exactly what temperature should the electric blanket be set at?
- Who is responsible for buying bread?
Melania and Jared Traynor, the characters in my erotic romance domestic discipline novella Unexpected Consequences, are experiencing an adjustment period in their new marriage – although over much more serious matters.
Melania thinks she knows what to expect from her husband. Two weeks into her marriage, she’s as happy as she can be and can’t believe her good fortune. Anyone who’s been in a relationship knows that sometimes the biggest upsets start with the smallest incidents. For Melania, it started with a simple pair of red stiletto pumps…
Unexpected Consequences Blurb
Having been reared in a traditional family in which her father was the undisputed head of household, Melania Traynor eagerly vows to follow and obey her new husband. She’s thrilled to marry Jared Traynor, man who will love, protect and guide her with a firm hand.
She has no idea how firm.
Jared belongs to the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men and their wives who are devoted practitioners of domestic discipline.
When Melania disobeys a “request” from her husband and attempts to hide her disobedience, Jared delivers the spanking he feels is warranted. Although Melania consents, she fears that she got more than she bargained for and doubts she can submit to a lifetime of domestic discipline.
Jared doubts he can accept anything less.
Unexpected Consequences Excerpt
One second she stood beside him, her face pressed to the glass like a little kid at a candy store, and the next she’d evaporated, materializing inside the shop. Jared enjoyed seeing Melania so excited, her face lit up like a Christmas tree, but she had the proclivity to spend a lot of money if not restrained. It was one behavior, among others, she needed to work on, and there was no time like the present. This offered a prime opportunity to test and verify her trust and obedience. He followed her into the shop.
“The clerk thinks she has my size.” Melania was seated in a chair, her sandals already off her feet.
“You don’t need another pair of shoes.” Jared shook his head. “It’s getting late. I have a full day tomorrow, and you have a list of things you wanted to get done for the party.”
“I’ll only be a minute. I want to try them. Please?” Her gaze turned beguiling, and even though he knew he needed to resist the pull, his resolve softened.
“You can try them,” he agreed pointedly.
The clerk, a woman about Melania’s age but with eyebrow and nose piercings and short, spiked hair dyed overly black, appeared with a box. “This pair is one of our best sellers. You’re lucky we have your size.” She nudged a stool into place in front of Melania and straddled it. The clerk flipped the lid off the box and pushed aside the tissue paper to reveal the shoes.
Melania stretched out a delicate, pedicured foot, and the salesgirl slid one shoe on, then the other. Even with the platform, the heels were incredibly high. “Oh my God, they’re gorgeous.” Melania’s hushed tone was reverent.
Jared frowned. “How would you walk in those things?”
Melania exchanged an amused glance with the salesgirl. “Silly, they’re not for walking. They just make you feel good.”
She rose and tottered a few steps before finding her sea legs and striding confidently across the carpeted floor. The shoes caused her back to arch, accentuated her chest, and made her legs appear a mile long. Her perfect ass sashayed with each step, undermining his good intentions.
Jared envisioned her wearing the shoes and nothing else, bent over the dining table or the desk in his home office. His cock hardened. He curled his mouth with amusement. Melania was right. The shoes made one feel good.
She could wear them at their small dinner party. He would make love to her on the dining table before his friends arrived, and afterward, while she coolly attended to their guests, he would grin secretly at the memory. He would buy her the shoes.
Melania performed a pirouette and glided toward him. “Please, Jared? I know they’re really expensive and I have red ones, but not like these.” She tilted her head to the side, her glowing hazel eyes beseeching him.
Melania loved the shoes.
He loved the shoes.
His cock loved the shoes.
“No.” He shook his head. “Not today, Melania.” He injected a steely edge into his tone.
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