Taming Lucy Book One: Selecting the Maids

Author: S.B. Lippy

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Lady Lucinda is brutal, powerful, and it’s about time someone taught her to behave.

The punishment she deserves (and craves) may be closer than she thinks, when the mysterious Lord Braxton stops by for a visit. Along with a devilish personality, the lord brings with him bottles of fresh cream. His dairy is unlike any other. It is the most delicious thing Lucinda’s ever tasted. Where does it come from? Wet nurses, of course.

Lord Braxton’s willing to make a trade deal, but not the kind Lucinda expects.

This is the first part of the Taming Lucy serial. Lucinda’s journey from noble woman to obedient hucow begins here.Enter a short blurb about your book

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Lady Lucinda is brutal, powerful, and it’s about time someone taught her to behave. The punishment she deserves (and craves) may be closer than she thinks, when the mysterious Lord Braxton stops by for a visit. Along with a devilish personality, the lord brings with him bottles of fresh cream. His dairy is unlike any other. It is the most delicious thing Lucinda’s ever tasted. Where does it come from? Wet nurses, of course. Lord Braxton’s willing to make a trade deal, but not the kind Lucinda expects. This is the first part of the Taming Lucy serial. Lucinda’s journey from noble woman to obedient hucow begins here.

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hucow,
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486-6368
Author
S.B. Lippy
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Heat Level (1)
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S.B. Lippy
Series
Taming Lucy

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The servant cowered at Lucinda’s feet. The muscles in his back were so tense that they shook under their own pressure. Sweat beaded on his back, beginning to stain through his white shirt. As always, Lucinda waited to dole out any punishments. The anticipation of her beatings, while sometimes overlooked by the other lords and ladies, was equal to the pain. In her fist she clenched the offending garment, a white mink shawl stained red with wine. The stain was more vivid than before, (probably something to do with the magic instilled into it by Lord Farrow). She’d talked to him about it right before the incident. One of his latest ventures was with magical wines and spirits. From what she gathered, his first experiments were purely hangover reducers but his latest— Splash! Her servant toppled into her with a tray of wine. She didn’t get a chance to learn more as everyone rushed to her side. They doted over the soiled fabric, sneered at the servant, and marvelled at her restraint. Most of her guests agreed that they would have beaten him on the spot, but she didn’t want it to get in the way of her evening. And she certainly didn’t want to speed through the beating. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” She didn’t offer any expression to the grovelling servant. “I’m very sorry, my lady. It’ll never happen again.” “I already know that it won’t happen again.” Lucinda set the shawl on the back of the nearest chair. “Off the carpet. I don’t need your blood staining the rugs.” The servant raised his head, tracing his gaze over to the hardwood. There was nary a spot in her manor suitable for a beating (save for the stables), but the section of hardwood would have to do. He crawled over onto the hardwood as Lucinda searched her purse. In preparation for the engagement she’d packed away a leather flail. The handle warmed in her fingers. It was made specially for her with grooves that matched her slender digits. Yanking his shirt over his head she readied herself to make her first mark. She straightened out her arm, pulled back, then snapped. The servant hissed, a quiet expression of his pain. One hit would hardly make up for the sullied shawl. She readied another, and another, keeping a tally in her head with each strike. The smooth skin began to raise in long bumpy rows by the time she reached her twentieth. By the thirtieth localized strike she drew a thin line of blood. She wasn’t hitting hard enough. “Lady Lucinda.” A knock at the door interrupted her forty-sixth strike, causing it to ricochet over his shoulder. “This better be important.” She sneered up at the door. One of her maids opened the door a crack. Her eyes strayed to the servant on the floor before instantly darting back up. “A Lord Braxton is here to see you for tea. What should I tell him?” “Braxton?” She scrunched her brow. “Do I know him?” “I believe he said he’s from the Eastern Isles.” With a sigh, Lucinda returned the flail to her purse. “Tell Lord Braxton that I’ll see him in a moment.” She glared down at her servant. “We’ll finish this later, resume your duties until then.” “Y-yes, my lady.” The servant sputtered as he readjusted his shirt. Blood began the seep through his work clothes, as he made panicked movements to escape her presence. When she was finished with Lord Braxton she’d restart the beating from strike one.

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S.B. Lippy

S.B. Lippy is a writer of erotic fiction with a focus on transformation of all kinds. Works frequently contain human to animal shifting, gender swaps, ropes, collars, and all other forms of fun. While the stories come with trigger warnings, the predominant focus is the story and characters rather than acts depicted. If this sounds like your type

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