Historical Spanking Romance By Rhett
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Julia Devereaux was as pretty as a porcelain doll
& as alluring as a budding young Southern beauty could be. Her skin was white &
unblemished, her cheeks held a natural blush, her lips were full, moist & pomegranate
red, her eyes were vivacious pools of violet, & her curly, jet black hair framed her
finely etched face to perfection. Shaped by corsets & draped in the most fetching
fashions of the day, her figure was one that caught many a Southern gentlemans eye
& made them wonder how much more voluptuous she could possibly look later on in life
when she had fully developed... Or naked in their arms now.
Julia enjoyed her life & all that her
fathers wealth provided. She didn't bother herself with politics or nasty news about
the possibility of an impending war with those "damn Yankees" up North. Those
were "men's issues" as far as she was concerned, & like the self-centered
child she still was, she preferred to focus her attention on clothes, parties, boys &
the prettier things life had to offer a spoiled, Southern belle like her.
Julia's father was invited to all the best social
gatherings in New Orleans, Baton Rouge & the other outposts of civilization &
sophistication in Louisiana. And, naturally, although she had yet to reach the age of
majority, he brought along his lovely daughter in place of his beloved wife, who had
fallen victim to yellow fever epidemic of 1853 & gone on to her reward.
Father & daughter had been devasted, of course.
But life went on & so did they, clinging to the life they knew & making few
changes, save for Pierre Devereaux's sudden penchant for spoiling Julia even more in an
effort to make up for the tragic loss of her mother. Being 12 at the time, Julia recovered
quickly & became used to her father's excesses on her behalf. She just loved the
clothes & gifts he bought her & the trips they took. And she felt just like a
queen when she took his arm & caught the admiring glances from men of all ages at her
Julia blossomed into the first flower of womanhood by
the time she was 14. Like her mother, her bosom & hips grew more than amply enough to
do justice to the adult gowns her father allowed her to wear... And to attract the eye of
every rogue who stopped & stared at her lovliness & the eager attentions of every
young swain who rushed to her side at the society functions she chose to attend.
This fact made Julia an outcast among her female
peers who, having nothing better to do than be petty little girls, envied & hated her
for her popularity & talent for attracting any man that caught her eye. In truth, the
young beauty loved making the other young women of her station jealous & could have
had any beau she wanted. But Julia found all of her smitten suitors boring & the game
of conquest more fun than any lasting relationship.
Julia's father was proud as a peacock of his
daughter's beauty & popularity. But he did not approve when she played with the
heartstrings of her peers like so many strings of a harp, leading silly young men astray
with hopes that would never be fulfilled while ruining the evenings of their less
attractive dates. He had warned her several times about what he called her
"unladylike" behavior. But, as was his custom since Julia's mother had passed
on, he'd done little else to spoil his spoiled daughter's fun.
As cunning as she was pretty, Julia realized how easy
it was to wrap her father around her little finger &, in fact, had used many of the
tricks she'd tested on him with the young men she met. Wanting to make up for the loss of
her mother, her father could deny her nothing. And wanting to win her affections, the
young men were equally powerless against her every wish. Knowing these facts & liking
the power they presented, Julia had grown into a well-spoiled Louisiana miss by the time
her coming out party rolled around.
As was the custom when a girl child turned 16,
Julia's father had thrown open the doors of his mansion for a weekend & invited
everyone that was anyone to celebrate his daughter's majority. Parties were planned, food
& wine were imported, events & entertainers were lined up, & no cost was
spared. The weekend would end with a gala ball at which everyone would dress in period
clothes from "Gone With The Wind" days, thus preserving & passing on the
best traditions of Southern society to the younger generations in a way that would be as
enjoyable as it was memorable.
Atwitter for months before her big night, Julia had
selected the best seamstress in the South to craft her gown & sworn her to secrecy to
ensure the stunning result she achieved when swept into the ballroom after her father's
introduction. Made of silk with French lace finishings, the emerald green gown clung to
Julia's curves without being immodestly tight & featured a daring d?olletage that
drew stares & many envious glares from the smaller bosomed women at the ball.
Watching from amongst the crowd, William Dupree was
as impressed as the rest. He was 20, handsome to a fault, & as popular with the ladies
as Julia was with her men. The child of another rich, old, Southern family, he was
pampered as a child, but not spoiled as he instantly knew Julia was by the way she glided
into the ballroom with her delicate nose in the air as if the polite applause, accolades
& gawking glances she received were expected more than appreciated.
Julia's eyes swept over the lines of admirers on each
side of the ballroom as she passed, acknowledging them without seeing them. Until they
fell on William. He was the most handsome young man she had ever seen, even though his
eyes were cold & his lips curled down in a disapproving scowl as he met her eyes &
returned her regard. Julia briefly wondered what his problem was, who he was, & why
she had never seen him before?
As always, Julia soon had a circle of men just
waiting for her to choose them for each & every dance. William was not one of them. He
had his own circle of admirers around him & danced every dance with a different young
lady, which made Julia all the more determined to win his attention. Begging a respite
from her prospective suitors, she made her way down the ballroom, timing it perfectly so
she would bump into William when he finished his dance.
"Why, Georgia, darling," Julia drawled
toward the gowned girl she knew, while her gaze teased William's dark green eyes with a
hooded, come-hither promise. "Who is this handsome creature on your arm? I don't
believe I've had the pleasure, sir. I am..."
"Julia Devereaux," William said through a
half-cocked smile. He could instantly see that the stories he'd heard about the belle of
this ball were true. The 16-year-old was as beautiful & desirable as his already
conquered cousin had claimed. And, from the look in her eye, as a much of a man-eater as
"You have me at a disadvantage, sir," Julia
simpered, pleased that the tall, handsome, popular young man knew who she was &
arrogant enough to think he'd inquired.
"Yes, I suppose I do," William smirked.
Without telling her why, he introduced himself &, to Julia's delight, took her hand
& raised it to his bow-shaped lips.
"Oh my! You are a gallant gentleman, sir,"
Julia husked. His kiss was properly light & fleeting, but her skin burned where his
lips touched & her heart began to flutter.
"How kind of you to say, Miss Devereaux,"
William stated politely as the orchestra her father hired began to play.
Julia suddenly wanted William to ask her for the next
dance & would have suggested it if he didn't dash her hopes first. With a cocky gleam
in his eye, he asked if she would excuse them & made Georgia beam by asking her for
another turn around the floor.
"Why, of course, William," Georgia eagerly
agreed &, with a last haughty, triumphant look toward her stunned 16-year-old rival,
let William lead them back onto the dance floor.
Julia stood & glared at the pair for
several seconds. She couldn't believe William had picked plain old Georgia Peach over her!
How dare he! And at her own ball no less!! She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed
her being rebuffed & seethed at the sight of the gaggle of girls waiting for William
giggling behind their fans.
With an effort of will, Julia composed herself &
proudly made her way out onto the verandah, pleased with the escort of several young
gentlemen who fell in beside her & accompanied her into the moonlight. Each hoped that
she would turn her attention to them &, perhaps, favor them with a kiss. But, although
good-looking & gallant young gentlemen all, her sights were set on winning over the
one she'd left inside. Then crushing him for the embarrassment he'd caused her!
Standing above the crowd at six-foot-three, William
watched Julia dance & laugh with every young swain as if she hadn't a care in the
world. But he knew he had pricked her pride & gloated at the petulant looks she cast
his way when they danced by each other throughout the night.
When the evening was close to an end, William finally
made his way to Julias chair. Standing before her, he bowed at the waist & asked
her for the pleasure of a dance. Julias response was a chilly, "No, thank
Not being a man to take no for an answer, William
took Julia's wrist & gently pulled her to her feet. Not wanting to make a scene &
secretly dying to feel this man's arms around her, Julia allowed him to lead her to floor,
& cursed herself for being so weak & foolish. With just the touch of his hand, her
heart began to flutter again like that of a smitten schoolgirl!
As music filled the ballroom, Julia danced round
& round in William's strong arms, feeling like she was floating on a cloud but
unwilling to look up at him or speak until his soft voice & stunning statement made
her do so.
"You are one of the loveliest spoiled brats I
have ever laid eyes on," William crooned.
"W-What?!" Julia gasped, hardly believing
her ears. But one look at William's smirking face told her that her ears had not been
mistaken. Then she spit, "Why, I never! Spoiled brat indeed!"
William grabbed her hand before she could pull it
back & slap his face. He then held it tight in his as he pulled her close to him
&, still taking on the pretense of dancing & having a wonderful time, waltzed them
towards the verandah & through the french doors.
"I can see your daddy didn?t
take care of his obligations as a father," William chuckled as he caught & held
the young beauty's flashing eyes. "Didn?t he ever tell you that no lady slaps a
gentleman for speaking the truth?"
"Ewww! The truth?" Julia
railed, wishing she could scratch the smirk right off his handsome face. "You
sir, would not know the truth if you tripped over it! I am NOT spoiled! And you
are NOT a gentleman!!"
"And you are not a lady,"
William countered with a chuckle. "You are a spoiled little girl who needs her
bare hide tanned until it shines red as the setting sun."
"Whaaaat? I?m not a child!
I'm a woman full grown! No one would dare do such a thing to me!" Julia
sputtered & attempted to break William's hold, if only to slap his smirking
face! But his arms were like steel bands & though she felt no pain, she
found no freedom either.
"I see," William mocked."So
your father neglected his duty in that regard as well?"
"T-That?s none of your
business!" Julia gritted. Then she demanded, "Unhand me now, sir, or I shall
William was sure she would.
But he wasn't about to let her. Holding the slip of young femininity full
against him with one arm, he quickly reached up with the other, grabbed the back
of Julia's head, & bent her face up toward his lips, which swooped down &
smothered her startled cries.
Julia pushed against
William's muscled chest & struggled to loose her lips from his. But she could
not &, as the kiss lingered on, she found herself returning it with a passion
that grew until her tongue & his were entwined in a fever of oral lovemaking
that far exceeded any previous kiss & ignited a strange, new warmth in her belly
& made her anxious to lie with a man for the very first time.
"Oh, William! I-I-I..."
Julia panted when William finally released her.
"I know, my darling," he
husked in return. "I felt it too."
Julia pulled William's head
down & kissed him again, swept away for the first time on the thrilling wings of
lust. She didn't care if anyone came out on the verandah & saw them. She didn't
care if she was neglecting her guests. She didn't even care that she was handing
the power she usually wielded over men to this handsome stranger whose kisses
made her knees weak & her virginal loins ache with forbidden longing.
"We'd better get back
inside, Miss Devereaux," William breathed against Julia's lips when he finally
withdrew his lips from hers. "It is your ball, after all. You will be missed.
And your reputation would be tarnished if someone came looking for you & found
"Oh, posh! I don't give a
hoot about them or what they think," Julia stated softly. Then she demanded,
"Kiss me again!'
"No," William replied &
tried to disengage himself from his clinging conquest.
"You refuse me, sir?" Julia
gasped, disbelief clear in her musical voice & the wide, violet eyes William
could see in the moonlight. "Do you know how many men in there would give their
right arm for a chance to kiss me as I have allowed you to do? Why, you should
be honored to..."
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