Pembroke has been a name for four hundred years. At midnight it stops being one.
I have never let a man decide anything for me.
Drake Wyndham set the deed folder down unopened. He owns the club and every term in it.
Last week he had me stripped bare in the alcove and went on reading.
Stand up, he said. He took his time looking.
He put me over his knee for something I said and spanked me until I stopped. No warning.
I did not sleep.
That is the shame of it. Not the alcove. That I stood bare and wanted his hand back.
He says my name across that room and I go hot to the knees.
Tonight the assembly is full and the claim is made binding.
Stripped in front of every witness. Spanked until the room is satisfied. Bred until I am carrying, with all of them counting.
The estate dies at midnight, my independence dies with it, and I count the hours anyway.
One word outside those doors and the Pembrokes are finished. I have never been touched.
Who am I walking out of that room? Who am I if the clock takes it all instead?
A full-length public exhibition breeding and spanking erotic novel featuring a ruined heiress and the club master who holds her deed.
