I serve as Lord Wycliffe's pageboy in the shadowed halls of his estate. My obedience is the only thing that secures my place, and I live in fear that one mistake will send me away.

Each evening he calls me to review the papers in his study. A lapse in attention or a misread line means the door locks behind me. He gives the order to bend over the desk, and the firm strokes that follow mark my skin and my memory until I am steady again. The corrections grow more demanding each time, pulling me deeper into the power he holds over me.

The royal appointment draws nearer with every passing day. Discovery would strip us of everything, yet the pull to his command grows stronger. I could walk away from this arrangement. I never do.

Scorching Regency discipline erotica featuring strict power exchange, over-the-desk spankings, and a commanding lord with his obedient pageboy. For readers who crave unyielding authority and the men who submit to earn their place.