Victorian Lady Detective: Miss Rowan Learns Her Lesson (Victorian Lady Detective, #1) (ePub)

The Earl Baronet had not been a wise investor and when he died his young second wife the Countess Baronet was left nearly penniless. But, in the summer of 1852 she mysteriously becomes the darling of Victorian London society entertaining the elite with lavish parties.

Suspecting foul play, London consulting detective Margaret Rowan is commissioned to determine the source of Countess Baronet's apparently endless wealth. Miss Rowan, the only child of the late Colonel Rowan the first minister of London's Metropolitan Police, is an experienced detective but inexperienced in the true ways of the world. When the young aristocratic Miss Rowan presents herself as an impoverished woman seeking a position as a maid in Countess Baronet's household she expects to catch a thief. What Margaret doesn't expect is to endure the humiliation of frequent bare bottom spankings as she is taught to be a proper servant.

The lessons she learns from Mrs. Davenport's paddle and Sir Anthony's strap will become the new skills required to both catch her thief and her man.

This fast paced erotic novella contains the history, mystery and romance in the Victorian age.

Excerpt:

With the quickness of a snake her hand reached across the threshold and gripped my elbow as though it were in a vice.  "Has the workhouse fallen into such disgrace as to fail to identify the existence of the alley doorway as the proper place of entry for a skank?"  Again she did not afford me the opportunity to respond which was for the better as I had no response because the alley access to the house had indeed not crossed my mind.  "Well urchin you have my attention now and it is not the sort that you will perceive as favorable."  In one moment I assumed that I had lost the opportunity for employment and in the next moment her retracting arm dragged me across the threshold and into the house.  Inside the foyer with its marbled tiles and gleaming oak panels she pointing to a chair positioned such that one might comfortably await the arrival of a carriage.  With the gruffest tone imaginable, she growled "Assume the position!"

Her presentation of a chair created the immediate expectation that I was to sit and wait for an interview by the Lady Baronet herself.  The presumed 'position' was to sit in the chair.  However, the oddest phrasing of her command combined with her angry tone caused me to stand motionless and ponder what she might actually expect of me.  Further confusion was created when she withdrew a small instrument from a pocket sewn into her apron.  Made of dark wooden material about half an inch thick it was of an oval shape nearly the size of my hand with its fingers fully spread.  One end extended into a narrow handle which she now gripped.

"You may be a slow witted tart but I know with certainty that the workhouse would have provided ample education for this task.  Now present yourself appropriately!"

Clearly I should have spent more time studying the operation of the public workhouse as I was on the cusp of betraying my ploy within the first minute as I had no idea what task I was to perform regarding the chair and what presentation she required.  Spinning me to face the chair her hand that gripped the unidentified instrument also now attached itself to the waist of my frock while her free hand grasped its collar.  When she thrust me forward I fell across the arm of the chair such that my face was pressed into its seat cushion.  As she pressed her formidable weight into the center of my back with one hand, her other hand unceremoniously lifted my frock's hem to expose my drawers.  In keeping with my disguise as a poor woman I had worn no petticoats or stockings however I did not expect to be thusly exposed so I did wear my thin cotton drawers.