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  HIS NAUGHTY VALENTINE

  BY SUE LYNDON

  Copyright © 2017 His Naughty Valentine by Sue Lyndon

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  Published in the United States of America

  Sweet Savage Press, LLC

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book contains descriptions of BDSM and sexual practices but this is a work of fiction and as such should not be used in any way as a guide. The author and publisher will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained within. In other words, enjoy the book but don’t try this at home, folks!

  About this book:

  Kaden Prescott is stunned to discover hundreds of adult spanking photos and stories on Lacey’s computer—not to mention a bit hurt she didn’t confide in him with her secret kink. He decides to give her exactly what she’s been craving, and the act of scolding her, turning her over his knee, and spanking her bare bottom sets their passion ablaze.

  Lacey knows she should’ve confessed her obsession with all-things-spanking to Kaden a long time ago. She’s thrilled when he finally spanks her, and even more so when he promises a naughty Valentine’s Day surprise. But will she be able to handle the stern Lord Prescott who has replaced her fiancé, who waits with an intimidating leather strap in hand?

  Publisher’s Note: His Naughty Valentine is a short story that contains spanking, roleplay, sexual scenes, and a laptop that could probably use a virus checkup. If such material offends you, please don’t purchase this book.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About Sue Lyndon

  Chapter One

  Why am I such a coward?

  Lacey stood in her bedroom, staring at the ring on her finger. Sunlight streamed through the window and reflected brilliantly off the surface of the two-carat princess cut diamond.

  She was all ready for work, but hadn’t yet summoned the courage to walk downstairs and face her fiancé. Not because he’d done anything wrong, and not because they’d had a recent fight. If anything, they’d been getting along great lately. All was outwardly well between them, but outwardly was the key word.

  She swallowed past the sudden burning in her throat.

  Why hadn’t she shared her big secret yet?

  She’d promised herself she would confess everything over the weekend, but now it was Monday morning and she hadn’t yet breathed a word to Kaden.

  Her eventual admission would likely change their relationship, but she wasn’t sure whether that change would be good or bad. She hadn’t done anything serious, like cheat on him, or rack up a huge credit card bill, or hide a criminal record. But the secret she had harbored for months and months was now eating her alive.

  She heard Kaden clattering around in the kitchen, and a few seconds later the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted upstairs. Time to go. She’d dallied long enough.

  This week. You’ll stop being a fucking coward and tell him this week.

  Another promise to herself. Would she break it too, like all the rest?

  After taking a deep breath, she plastered a smile on her face and ventured downstairs, all the while trying to will away the knots in her stomach.

  *

  Kaden stumbled into the kitchen, groggy and still in his pajamas. He glanced at the clock and hurried to get the coffee brewing. Although he was working from home today, he had a conference call at eight that couldn’t be missed. In twenty minutes, he had to be webcam-presentable.

  As he poured two cups of coffee, his fiancé, Lacey, breezed into the kitchen. Impeccably dressed in a snug black blouse, a form-fitting pink skirt, and a pair of heels, her blue eyes sparkled with energy.

  “Aw, look at that sour face.” She reached for a granola bar in the cabinets. “Someone has a case of the Mondays.”

  Kaden’s only response was an unintelligible grunt. Before she left though, he summoned up enough personality to give her a goodbye hug and kiss, as well as a rather hard but playful swat to her bottom.

  “Drive careful, baby. Love you.”

  “I always do. Love you too.”

  Time to hurry. He downed his coffee and showered in record time. As he dressed, he paired the top half of a suit with a pair of workout pants. He only bothered to wear the matching dress pants on days he went into the office, a quirk Lacey found endearing. Nothing made her happier than to return home to a man wearing half a suit. Of course, that was probably because she enjoyed ripping his mismatched clothes off.

  While he waited in his office for the web conference to go live, he sipped at a second cup of coffee with his mind on his beautiful fiancé. In six months, they would be married. He couldn’t fucking wait, and his heart filled with warmth at the thought of spending the rest of his life with Lacey. Caring and beautiful, as well as intelligent and successful, he considered her the most perfect woman on the face of the Earth. He also considered himself beyond lucky to have found her.

  “Dammit!” Kaden hissed as he evacuated his desk area. Hot coffee soaked through his pants, covering his nether region. Sonofabitch. He eyed his watch. No time to change.

  With a frustrated sigh, he stripped off the wet clothing, including his boxers. His thighs were red, but at least his manhood had escaped intact and no coffee had splashed onto his half-a-suit. But his relief was short-lived.

  A sizzling noise drew his attention back to his laptop. Fuck fuck motherfuck. Half of the coffee had spilled directly on his keyboard. He cursed again and gave his computer a shake, but the screen morphed into an array of colors before going black.

  He ran a hand through his hair and shot out of his office in search of Lacey’s laptop.

  Through the house he hurried, nude from the waist down and pissed as hell.

  The grandfather clock in the living room, an early wedding present from Lacey’s parents, chimed eight times as he ransacked the house, trying to remember the last place she’d used her computer. It was bright pink. How hard could it be to find?

  Finally, he located her laptop on her bedside table. He booted it up as he rushed to his office. The web meeting had already begun.

  But Kaden got an eyeful when the desktop blinked to life. Several pictures were open, the screens positioned in a rectangle, as if placed precisely in location so all of them could be viewed simultaneously. Of course it was the subject matter of those pictures that caused Kaden’s eyes to grow wide—and his pulse to race.

  Porn.

  Lacey had porn on her computer. He squinted as he examined each picture. Okay, maybe it wasn’t technically porn. All the images portrayed a man spanking a woman. None of the people were completely naked or depicted in a sex act. And only one of the pictures showed a hint of pussy lips. The men were all fully clothed. Unlike Kaden, who was having a pants-optional day.

  Holy shit. His pulse raced faster. Was Lacey into spanking? He gawked, open mouthed, at one picture of a nervous looking woman bent over a desk w
ith her skirt raised. Her bottom was red and a man stood to her side, with a long wooden paddle in hand.

  Kaden’s palm tingled as he imagined turning Lacey’s backside pink, or even bright red. He wasn’t opposed to the idea; it had just honestly never occurred to him. Their sex life was exceedingly satisfying. Or so he thought. But maybe she longed for more.

  He minimized the pictures, replaced the coffee-logged laptop on his desk with Lacey’s, then joined the meeting five minutes late.

  His company distributed medical supply equipment to hospitals and doctors’ offices, and today’s meeting was an important one. Their rival medical supply company was currently under investigation for knowingly distributing faulty products, and now was the perfect time to seal partnerships with new clients. He stared at the men and women seated at an oval table in an office in a high rise building in New York City, and hoped he didn’t babble like an idiot. Normally he was calm and confident during a meeting or a presentation, but the images he’d discovered on his fiancé’s laptop had shaken him in more ways than one.

  Lacey liked spanking and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Somehow, despite seeing a bright red spanked bottom every time he blinked, he managed to get through the meeting and secured a new deal for his company. Without pants, no less. After the meeting concluded, feeling victorious, he found a fresh pair of workout pants and settled back down at Lacey’s laptop, intent to explore.

  He paused for a brief moment. Guilt nagged at him. He should respect her privacy, close up her laptop, and walk away. But what if she wasn’t satisfied with their relationship? He had to know.

  A quick search of her hard drive produced thousands of pictures. In fact, the spanking pictures were organized in a hidden folder. The folders within had names like hairbrush, paddle, otk, caning, belt, and corner time. Another hidden folder contained stories about spanking. Kaden scanned some of the stories, his mind open and his cock painfully engorged. Many of the stories were historical and it seemed Lacey had a penchant for the Regency and Victorian eras.

  His thoughts traveled to the playful slaps he often gave Lacey. Now that he considered it, a strange look entered her eyes on occasion. Not to mention a beautiful flushing of her face.

  He ran a hand through his hair. God, he was an idiot. How had he not seen it before?

  Lacey had a little secret.

  A naughty secret.

  Why hadn’t she told him? Almost seventy-five percent of her hard drive was taken up by spanking pictures and stories. This was no passing fancy. It hurt that she hadn’t shared her kink with him. What was holding her back?

  He released a long breath, realization dawning. Maybe she was too embarrassed to confess her naughty secret, and maybe she worried he wouldn’t accept her kink. Whatever her reasons for remaining quiet, he was determined to show her how accepting he could be.

  He perused the pictures one last time, a plan forming in his mind.

  *

  A light breeze sent dark locks flying around Lacey’s face as she stood on her tiptoes to place the red heart-shaped wreath on the front door of McBurney Financial Services. Stepping back, she surveyed the Valentine’s Day window clingers from the outside. Perfect. Now all her clients would be treated to a cheerful visual of her favorite holiday before stepping inside for financial advice. Well, they were in for a treat when they stepped inside too. She’d already hung about twenty glittering paper hearts from the ceiling. Shivering, she raced in the door and found her way to her desk, ready to take on the day.

  Amy, who was Lacey’s cousin and partner in the business, arrived several minutes later. “I’m not sure, but I think it’s almost Valentine’s Day,” Amy said sarcastically as she set a briefcase on the floor and began taking her jacket off.

  Lacey grinned and sat back in her chair. “Oh come on, cuz! Hearts and love and little boxes of chocolate candy. What’s not to love about Valentine’s Day?”

  “All of the above.” Amy gestured at the large front window plastered with hearts and images of Cupid with his bow and arrows. “I’m using all my willpower to keep from puking right now.”

  “Very funny.” Lacey stuck her tongue out, but quickly composed herself as the door opened and a client strolled in.

  Work was work, long but satisfying. It brought Lacey joy to help others plan their financial future, and even more joy when she helped someone dig their way out of trouble. By the time her eleventh client left at a quarter of five, she was ready for a hot bath and a relaxing evening with Kaden. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought of the single slap he’d delivered to her bottom this morning. It had stung, more so than most of the playful slaps he gave her.

  How would he react if she confessed to wanting more?

  As she drove home, the guilt Lacey had experienced this morning returned with a vengeance. In fact, she felt so guilty that she didn’t mind the downtown traffic jam or having the luck to get stuck at every stoplight. It gave her extra time to consider whether or not she should confess her deepest, naughtiest secret to her soon-to-be husband. This morning, she’d promised herself yet again that she would tell him soon, but she couldn’t stop the doubts from parading through her mind.

  In the driveway of the new home she’d recently moved into with Kaden, she gripped the steering wheel as her thoughts wandered. God, she loved him. Even if he wasn’t interested in her spanking kink, she still wanted to marry him. She’d been holding back from telling him though, partially out of fear of rejection and partially out of embarrassment.

  What if he thought she was sick in the head? She couldn’t bear to see disgust or rejection in his eyes. Not like Nick, the prude she’d dated before Kaden. Mr. Prudiepants’ horrified reaction to her love of all things spanking had left her with so much baggage she’d been reluctant to date ever again. But she’d fallen head over heels for Kaden when they’d met two summers ago at a barbeque hosted by a mutual friend, and the rest was history.

  Gathering her briefcase and purse, she took a deep breath and got out of the car. Tomorrow, she thought, I’ll tell him tomorrow. Her inner voice snarled at her with a yeah, honey, sure you will as she climbed the porch steps. She rolled her eyes at the battle she was fighting with herself, the same battle she’d been waging since she realized how much she loved Kaden.

  The warmth of the house enveloped her, easing her tension if only a little. Her heels clicked on the ceramic tile floor in the entryway, where she tossed her purse and briefcase on a bench along with her jacket.

  “Honey, I’m home!” On her way to the kitchen, she lost her uncomfortable heels and sighed with pleasure when her feet touched the plush carpet of the living room.

  “There’s my girl.” Kaden descended the staircase, fully dressed—much to Lacey’s surprise. On the days he worked from home, he never got fully dressed. She admired how masculine and yummy he looked in a pair of faded jeans and a beige sweater stretching over his broad chest. His dark hair appeared damp from a recent shower, and as he pulled her close, she inhaled the fresh scent of his body wash. He must’ve just finished showering after his daily workout.

  “Are you planning to go somewhere?” she asked as he kissed her cheek.

  He drew back and studied her for a long moment. “No plans. But now that I think about it, I’m kinda craving Chinese. How about we go out for dinner?”

  A mischievous smile crept across Lacey’s lips. She pressed her center against him. “Or maybe we could order in? It would give us more time to ourselves.”

  “Or maybe you could get your cute little fanny into the kitchen and make me a sammich, woman,” he said with a faux-hillbilly accent.

  Lacey laughed and swatted his arm. “Make your own damn sammich.”

  Kaden’s expression grew serious and he raised an eyebrow. “Did you just curse at me, young lady?”

  Wet heat surged straight to Lacey’s pussy. Even though he was joking around, that didn’t mean it didn’t turn her on. Or that she wouldn’t join in his game. Until she confessed th
e truth about her spanking obsession, she would treasure the occasional mock scolding. And use such interactions as fodder for fantasy during lovemaking. Or when he was away on business and she whipped out the vibrator.

  “If you think damn is a curse word, you, sir, are a fucking prude.” She raised an eyebrow of her own in return, daring him to rise to the challenge. True, she was being a bit of a brat, but interactions like this invigorated her and made her melt at Kaden’s feet at the same time. Her pulse raced and moisture pooled in her panties.

  “You’re being a very naughty girl, Lacey. Do you know what I think you deserve?”

  Her mouth went dry.

  “What?” she asked hesitantly, not quite believing.

  He gripped her upper arm and led her to the couch. “A spanking.” He turned her to face him, then placed a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to stare into his stern gaze. “A good hard spanking on your bare bottom.”

  Chapter Two

  Kaden repressed a grin as the color drained from Lacey’s face. He’d never seen her in such a shocked state. His desire swelled at the tension between them, and his hands itched to smack her backside while she was draped over his knee. Her expressive eyes widened slowly, as if his announcement to spank her hadn’t quite registered.

  “I mean it.” He kept his visage stern. “After using the F word, you’re lucky I don’t get your hairbrush.”

  “Ha-hairbrush?” She swallowed hard as she peered up at him, seemingly frozen in place.

  He sank down on the couch and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

  “Are you serious, Kaden?” Her voice contained no hint of anger or rebellion. Only disbelief.

  He patted his lap. “I’m serious. Now, if I have to ask twice, you’ll be getting a dose of the hairbrush for sure. I assure you that will sting much worse than my hand.”

  Gazing at his hands, she nodded and stepped closer.

  “Good girl. Now lift your skirt up and place yourself across my lap.”