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A Thief for the Duke by [Megan Michaels]

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 "Girl, get up. We must go before you freeze to death in here or catch something. Christ, I can only imagine the typhoid and cholera in here, let alone the pox. Why are you gawping at me?  Get your ass up. Move!" The tall man's green eyes had darkened to an emerald green, his lips thin with anger. After the guard had opened the door to her cell, the dandy had stepped into her cell,  motioning for her to stand up--and quickly, snapping his fingers in haste.  
He's angry over what?
"Wait a dad-blamed minute!"  She stood placing her hands on her hips.  "Where are you taking me? And why?" 
His eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward. "Are you wishing for a slating?  Because my hand is always ready, and I have no problem giving you the beating you wish for." 
"Then I refuse going."  She crossed her arms over her chest and flopped onto the bench on the far side of her cell, glaring at the man who now had a heaving chest.  "How about you tell me what your bloody name is first, gent." 
Tugging on his vest, and adjusting his sleeves, he replied with more anger than was necessary.  "My name is Charles William. I go by William. I've talked to the Magistrate, and he's agreed you may attend my school.  It's a school for wayward women, where we train women to become refined women of society--and I hear you are indeed a woman, though you appear to be a child.  And act like one too. We'll change that flaw in your personality without delay.  You deserve--and are in desperate need of--my services, Henrietta, and those of my butler and nanny as well.  You'll become a lady soon. By the looks of it, the dear Lord himself will have to assist us.   Now, I've told you my name and the why of it all.  Get. Your arse up. And move!" 
"William, it seems to me that someone who says they refine wayward women into ladies of society, you would know how to comport yourself in a better manner than has been displayed thus far.  Your anger is a bit ... offing, and I find it offensive to my sensibilities." 
"It isn't anger, my dear. What you're witnessing is my disdain for your impertinence. I will not be questioned any further by you. I swear by God above, if you aren't up in four seconds, I'll be blistering your sensibilities, and then, we will march your reddened, sore rump to my carriage to continue the very same lesson." 
His face had become red with his tirade, and Ettie wasn't sure she had the courage to push him any further, but she didn't appreciate how he spoke to her--At all.  
"Good Sir."  She paused, fiddling with the worn and almost nonexistent pleats in her dress. "And I use the term loosely.  I don't respond to words of anger, or anger of any sort typically. You need to address me--"
 "That's it!  You were warned."  Ettie had barely jumped at his declaration, when he stalked over to her in two long strides, seating himself to her left, promptly tossing her over his lap. The air whooshed from her lungs when she landed against his hard, muscled thighs, and her hands grappled on the grimy dirt floor.
 His hand went to the hem of her dress, and he made to sweep up her skirts, but he stopped.   "In the future, at my ... school, you'll find your bottom bared for any discipline.  Either my butler or nanny will be present to protect your innocence.  But trust me on this fact:  You'll be thrashed on the bare every single time.  This spanking you'll be receiving in this cell will be the only exception to the rule."
Throughout his lecture, his hand rested, covering the whole of her buttocks.  The familiarity was unnerving and yet, comforting in an odd way.  She shifted over his hard thigh with the casualness of his intimacy, quickly stopping when her sex thrummed with excitement.   
The crashing of his palm against her cover ass, sounded loud, echoing off the walls of her cell and she heard the jeers and laughter of inmates enjoying the spectacle William had begun. 
Ettie hadn't been spanked for three long years, having learned her lesson the last time her father had taken her over his knee, paddling her with a heavy wooden spoon for her sassy mouth, not much unlike the comments she'd made today. 
The humiliation of her predicament and being over the handsome, tall man's lap had pushed her over the edge and tears filled her eyes quickly. 
"You will learn fast, my dear, that when I speak, you're to respond obediently and quickly.  If you do not, you will be spanked, paddled or caned.  You will become a respectable lady if it kills us all...which it may." 
Her intermittent cries had become one long wail, her flesh screaming in pain, and her legs and arms searching for purchase on the dirty floor. But Charles quickly and easily restrained them, leaving her at his will and mercy. 
"You'll shut that sauce box of yours, or I'll fill it with soap and paddle you some more until you learn.  Are we clear, girl?"  He ended the session with several hard swats to her thighs which left her sobbing pitifully, unable to even answer.
She nodded her head vigorously, hoping like hell he saw it and would stay his hand. 
"It seems you may have lost some of your sass, Miss Ettie."  He scooped her up, resting her inflamed flesh on his thigh, but she refused to reach back to rub it or acknowledge that the fire was consuming her.  Extracting a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped her nose and eyes roughly, and then he patted the offended area.
 "Your life will go a bit smoother, moppet if you listen and do as you're told.  You'll get up, hold my hand, and walk to my carriage as a grown woman.  If you stray from this plan, we'll have another course of what you just received but this time you'll be bared--where we are located and who is around is of no concern to me, but I'm betting it'll matter greatly to you.  So act accordingly.  Up you go." 
With a gentle shove to her back, Ettie stood obediently not wishing to rankle him any further.  At least not yet...maybe later.  
He extended his long arm, the dark velvety coat brushing against her cold arm, his palm very red from her chastisement and he waited for her to put her much smaller hand in his--and William's red, inflamed skin was a visual reminder of how that hand would be put to use if she refused to comply. 
Slipping her hand into his, William enveloped it gently, and she swore it was double the size of her small one. The heat of her spanking on his palm warmed her chilly flesh. 
"That's a good girl.  Come along, Miss Henrietta; let's begin your new adventure."  He winked at her, guiding her out of the cold prison to the school for wayward women. 
God help me, please!
"My name is Ettie...William."  She looked through her lashes at him, hoping she said it respectfully enough for his tastes. 
"Yes, I'm aware. You will call me Sir or Headmaster from this point, Henrietta."  He walked with her out into the now darkened street toward his carriage. "At times I'll refer to you as Ettie, but don't ever doubt that it is of my choosing how I address and handle you. From here on out, you'll submit to my authority and decisions with very little commentary. I'll keep you safe, fed, and warm.  I will not abuse you, my dear Henrietta, but that doesn't mean you won't be punished or go to bed with an aching backside. What it does mean, however, is that when you're a good girl and deserve a reward, you'll receive a special treat and hear words of praise--and yes, your beloved name of Ettie.  But recompense of that sort will only be given if you're worthy and deserve such merit."

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