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the pillows, reflecting upon the night just passed and all the
    wonderful experiences her husband had introduced to her. Late in the evening, he'd left
    her to her own devices, presumably to attend to his business downstairs. Her sleep had
    been interrupted by haunting dreams that lingered in the morning light.
    It was inevitable, she supposed, that her former life would rear its ugly head. It
    was only a matter of time before the Earl of Chetwood found her. He knew her as
    Serenity Malin, but her greatest fear was that he would come to London and find her. If
    that happened, the lout would destroy her and possibly Lucien in the process.
    Being with her husband again had stirred feelings within her that had not been
    there when they said their vows. It had been a typical marriage of convenience, and
    though she'd found him attractive, he'd also frightened her, with his large, powerful
    body and uncontrolled passion on their wedding night. He'd devoured her with a
    ferocity she'd not expected nor welcomed. It wasn't until years later that she'd learned
    his behavior was perfectly normal and did not deserve her desertion.
    She'd heard mention of Lucien while in Yorkshire, when several men were
    discussing the Sapphire Club, speaking quite specifically about how Lucien spanked
    women upon their request. Of course, the conversation was punctuated with
    descriptions of sexual fantasies as well, which had further heightened her interest.
    She laid abed now, thinking about that particular evening and how she'd hidden
    herself in an alcove in the library, surrounded by a heavy drapery. She'd been reading,
    and as the sun began to set, she'd fallen asleep in the cozy window seat. The gentlemen
    came in after a raucous day of riding and rabbit hunting, ready for libation and talk of a
    carnal nature. They began discussing a particular woman, Lady Foxworth.
    "Yeah, Damrill thrashes her arse and then fucks her until her caterwauling can be
    heard throughout the building."
    Serenity had become positively orgasmic. She couldn't believe she wasn't the
    only one who had those desires. Having had all her fondest sexual dreams spoken of as
    though people indulged in them regularly, simply thrilled her. She'd long felt she was
    sick in some way, never having known anyone who dreamed of spankings as she
    herself was wont to do.
    She remembered that even as a child, she would attempt to spank herself,
    relishing the feeling of bending over her bed or the arm of a chair and striking her
    bottom with a hairbrush. However, as she'd grown older, she began to feel sexual
    warmth when she had thought of being bent forward, her arse bared and having it
    paddled or strapped or caned.
    Meeting Winsor had been a fortuitous accident and one for which she'd always
    been most grateful. In the early days of her country exile, she'd rarely attended the
    assemblies, but at the urging of her servants, she'd indeed accepted an invitation. It was
    there, at the estate of the aged Earl of Chetwood, that she'd met his son and heir.
    Winsor Thorndyke was young, handsome, almost too much so, and possessed a
    verve for life she'd never seen. He'd loved horses and women, being a notorious
    libertine. He quickly proposed marriage to her. When she confessed to already being
    married, he asked her to be his mistress. His eyes and his convincing manner of speech
    mesmerized her, and she accepted whatever he asked of her. The only stipulation she'd
    ever placed upon their relationship was he that he never reveal the true nature of their
    relationship in public.
    Her introspection was interrupted by Marjorie's knock on her door.
    "Madam, I have come to help you ready yourself for the day."
    Serenity rolled her eyes to the sky, ready to submit herself to whatever new
    humiliations Lucien might have sent Marjorie to perform.

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    Serenity entered the morning room as the ormolu clock struck ten.
    "Good morning, Serenity."
    Lucien wore a pleasant smile, and thoughts of his