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Penelope's Punishment

By: Zoe Blake
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2014 by Blushing Books� and Zoe Blake
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I'll be the match and the fire, Kitten. You run. I chase. You're mine now. I won't let you go. With those words of warning, Penelope became the married possession of the most dangerous man she had ever met.

Just a few weeks earlier, Penelope had been Pip, a talented pickpocket surviving on the London streets, until the night she chose the wrong man to rob. Looking past the foul mouth and boyish garb, Lord Alex Evers saw a diamond in the rough, a defiant female in need of his special brand of discipline.

Penelope fights him every step of the way, unwilling to give up her independence or to submit to his demands, despite her attraction to the handsome lord. Will a trip over his knee for a well-deserved spanking change her mind?

In this third book from the author of "The Submission of Little Emmie" and "Disciplining the Maid" comes a hot new romp in the world of Victorian age play. And this time the cast includes not just strict nannies, but a handsome, randy butler and household maids in need of correction for a delightful side plot sure to heat things up even further.

This book also includes bonus material - the continuation of Lord Burkewood and Emmie's story from "The Submission of Little Emmie". Emmie loses her final virginity.

Chapter One: Caught

She lurked in the shadows, just out of reach of the flickering, yellow gleam of the gas lamps. Having waited for over an hour in the damp air, she was growing impatient. Ignoring her gnawing hunger and stiff limbs, she kept vigil.

�A loud bang shattered the quiet of the evening as the heavy wooden door from the building across the street swung open. A shaft of light sent a warm glow across the gray cobblestones, the sound of drunken laughter giving a hint to the revelry inside the private club. Her shoulders straightened as she kept a sharp eye on the patrons who stumbled out, watching as the small group of nobs swayed and tripped down the steps. They stopped right by her, taking no notice of the slight figure hugging the darkness.

“Take heart, Haversham.” The words were slurred and as indistinct as the bloated gentleman who uttered them. “You’ll set Evers to right next time at the tables.”�

This was spoken to a portly man who waddled with the ungainly gate of someone suffering from gout, the rich man’s disease.

“Damn him. He was a man possessed,” groaned a dejected Lord Haversham. “It was unseemly.”

“Unseemly,” repeated a third gentleman with a huff and a belch.

“He is no gentleman,” declared Haversham heatedly.

“No gentleman,” chimed in the third, his eyes half closed as he leaned heavily on his companions for support.

“What say we head over to Madam Minou’s for a slap and a tickle?” the bloated nob offered, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Bloody good plan.” Haversham showed some false cheer at the thought of thrusting between some ladybird’s legs. “Fuck, Evers,” he said with a sneer as he lit a cheroot.

“Hurry along,” groused the bloated one climbing into a carriage. “We don’t want to fall prey to some wretched pickpocket while you two stumble about.”

Pip, the girl in the shadows, smirked. Only a gulpy with no experience would rob one of these fools. From her vantage point, she could tell their attire, while fashionable, was poorly tailored, their scuffed shoes and wrinkled cravats indicating a lack of a valet. No proper gentlemen of the ton would appear in society so shabbily dressed. Obviously, their losses at the gaming tables had been steep. Gambling was the plague of the upper crust. Many a fortune had been squandered by an idle gentleman who should have taken better care. A bank note was just a piece of paper to men like these. Money was simply the method by which they drank, gambled and whored. It had no intrinsic value. To someone like her, money was food, shelter and warmth.

It was one of the cruel tricks of life that society deemed useless men like that of higher worth than a guttersnipe like herself. Pip was sorely tempted to lift their purses purely on principle. It would serve them right if some dollymop boxed their ears for not having any coin after taking them for a tumble between her legs. However much she liked the idea, she would not indulge in it. She was after a much larger mark tonight. Let some lesser pickpocket ply their trade on the drunk and down-trodden. Pip was better than that. It took true skill to relieve an alert gentleman of his purse and watch. She wasn’t interested in the men who lost at the tables.� She wanted the man who won. That was a purse worth the risk.

Pip blew on her fingers to keep them warm and nimble as she watched the nobs stumble into the carriage. Prodding the shabby, tired horse into a trot, the driver steered the hack down the street and away. The night once more slipped into silence. Still she waited.

Lord Alex Evers was enjoying a very agreeable evening, having won a fortune from that stupid sod, Haversham. It wasn’t the money; he had plenty of that. It was the principle. A gentleman like Haversham did not deserve money or the privilege it bought. Come to that, he did not deserve the title gentleman, either. Haversham had barely been a nuisance in Evers’ life until recently when he caused a great deal of trouble for his friend, Lord Rand Stockton. Haversham’s crude remarks had desperately hurt Rand’s little one, Lily. It was because of Haversham that Rand had almost lost Lily, a fact that would not long be forgotten or forgiven. Alex would take great pleasure in informing Rand of Haversham’s recent change in fortune.

Thinking of Rand brought to mind his other friend, Lord Richard Burkewood. Both were no doubt tucked away at home relishing their own new fortunes. No, not money, but something better - the love of a submissive woman who understood their need to protect through control and domination. Truth be told, he was jealous of his friends. He was more than ready to give up the mistresses and bored ton wives to settle down with his own little one. While they were fortunate enough to have each found a submissive woman who naturally took to the unique lifestyle required of them, he wanted more.

Alex wanted a woman with spirit, someone who would not kneel before him easily. He relished the challenge it would bring to bend a woman like that to his demands. Bend but never break. Domination was not about coercion. It was about using your strength in mind and body to will a woman to completely surrender herself into your hands. A woman like that became empowered through a man’s strength, guidance and control. Only through submission could she free her mind to become the woman she was meant to be. To earn the submission of a strong woman would be a gift, one he would cherish. Of course, no spirited woman submits to a man’s strong hand voluntarily, he thought with a smile. That was the challenge.

Lord Evers stepped into the cool night and took a long, bracing breath. The cold air was a welcome relief to the stifling heat and smoke of his club, White’s. Unlike most of the idle aristocracy, he was very involved with the running of his estates and management of his investments. His days and many an evening were spent in meetings, reviewing countless reports, letters and assessments, so it was a welcome respite when he had an evening free of business or social engagements to enjoy at his club. After a pleasant meal of savory turtle soup and roasted goose paired with a chestnut bread pudding, he’d adjourned to the card room for brandy, cigars and a little revenge against Haversham. Alex was now ready for a pleasant evening stroll home. He adjusted his top hat, pushed up the collar of his evening coat against the chill and began to walk down St. James’ street.

Pip paced her movements with the scrape of her mark’s boots and the clack of his walking stick against the cobblestones. Keeping to the shadows, she tried to slow her racing heart and focus on the task at hand. She had waited half the evening in the cold for the perfect target. This man had the relaxed demeanor of someone who had won at cards. From his silk top hat to his cashmere evening coat to his silver handled walking stick, it was obvious he was a man of wealth and status. He wouldn’t miss the coin she stole. There was just one problem; he frightened her.

Pip had been on her own since the night her mother died of consumption when she was thirteen years old. She was not only forced to give up her childhood that evening but her gender as well. Even at that tender age, Pip knew an unprotected girl would fall prey to the pimps and whoremongers, and what passed for an orphanage was no better. So she cut off her waist length auburn hair, donned boys clothes and Penelope became Pip. She never looked back.

She survived as a pickpocket, a dipper. She learned how to measure a mark - someone to steal from - by the cut of their clothes. She learned how to fan, the light touch used by a dipper to search a mark for valuables without their notice. She even had several duffers, shop owners who paid for valuables no questions asked, throughout the city. She ate when she had money or when she could steal a random apple or bread roll from an inattentive street vendor, and slept in the occasional doorway or doss house. It was a hard, unforgiving life, but after five years she was used to it.

But now, Pip had a problem. Pickings had been slim the last few days, she was out of money, and could not remember the last time she had eaten. She needed a good score. The gentleman Pip was quietly following was the only promising mark she had seen all night. She preferred her marks older, portly�weak. This man was none of those. He was tall, broad-shouldered and walked with a powerful grace. Dangerous. Her only chance would be if he turned onto a crowded street. Even at this late hour, London was still bustling with activity. In a crowd, Pip could pass by him, her touch no more than a whisper.

Alex knew he was being followed. He sensed the presence behind him almost immediately upon leaving White’s. The thief was good; a lesser man would have never suspected. He would bet his recent winnings this one was waiting till he turned the corner onto a more populated street. Alex smirked to himself. He was in an obliging mood. Keeping his movements slow and measured so as not to alert the would-be thief, he gave the handle of his walking stick a quick turn, quietly sliding out the hidden dagger. Palming the stick in his left hand and the dagger in his right, he turned onto Piccadilly. Between the theaters, drinking establishments and other entertainments, Piccadilly was one of the busier streets of the West End at any hour of the day or night.

This was just what he needed to round out the perfect evening, thought Alex with a smile, a little sport.

This was just what she needed, thought Pip with a smile, as the man moved into the crowd, an oblivious mark.

She watched as he made his way down the street at a steady, leisurely pace. She hastened her step, knowing as soon as he overtook the small group of drunken revelers she would make her move. Their loud laughter and swerving steps would distract her mark, allowing her to lift his purse. She would be halfway through a warm steak and kidney pie from a stand down by the docks before he was the wiser. She watched as he overtook the group and briefly disappeared from view. Now was her moment. Slipping unnoticed past the swerving, tipsy bodies she stretched out her left hand, nimbly reaching for her target. She tried to spot him from the corner of her eye, knowing to fully turn her head would be to draw attention to herself.

Pip was unprepared for the vice-like grip that surrounded her right wrist. With a sharp, powerful tug, the unknown assailant swung her small frame into the dark alcove of a shopping arcade. The breath left Pip’s body in a rush as her back slammed against the cold brick wall.

A strong forearm pressed against her chest holding her in place as the edge of a blade pressed against her throat. Pip’s heart pounded in her ears as she tried to hold her breath.

“Surprise,” snarled a masculine voice above her head.

It was the mark she had been following. His neatly pressed and tied cravat with its sapphire pin floating just above eye level, taunting her. The top of Pip’s head barely reaching his shoulders. She should have known better than to target such an obviously powerful man. Her instincts dulled by hunger and exhaustion, Pip took a greater risk than she should have and now she would pay. Her mind raced with all the horrible possibilities. She needed to get out of this. She was a survivor. She could do this. The main thing was to make sure he did not find out she was a female.

“Get your bloody hands off me, you toff!” Pip howled, forcing her voice deeper, hoping it sounded masculine and threatening. She could feel the dagger blade lightly scratch the delicate skin of her throat. Her efforts were met with an amused chuckle as the dark stranger took a step back, placing the blade back into his walking stick. Pip grabbed at her throat, relieved to not feel any telltale smears of blood. She deliberately kept her head low, hiding underneath the brim of her cap. Without a blade to her throat, it was time to plan an escape. She was fast and small. With a distraction, perhaps she could slip past him and disappear into the crowds on Piccadilly.

“Don’t even think of it.”

His words sounded even more menacing in the small, quiet alcove. He placed one arm against the wall, caging Pip in with his height and strength. He radiated heat, and she hated the primal part of her that just wanted to burrow under his coat and press her face against his warm skin. Pip shook her head to clear it. She was obviously delirious from hunger. This man was a real danger to her. She needed to away from him.

“Look at me.” The tone of the order carried the expectation that it would be obeyed.

Although she instinctively knew this was not a man used to being defied, Pip had no choice. If she raised her gaze, she risked discovery. Stubbornly keeping her chin lowered, she tried again to put him off.

“If you’re some nancy looking for a bit of a romp,” she sneered, keeping her voice muffed. “I’m not the boy for you.”

Alex chucked. The lad had spirit. From the moment he pulled the guttersnipe into the alcove he realized his would-be thief was still practically wet behind the ears. Loose rags hung off his slight frame. Although not the fighting sport Alex was looking for, he was vastly entertained by the boy’s posturing�but enough was enough. He grabbed the boy’s chin and forced his head back.

“A man looks another man in the eye, you�” Alex’s words stuttered to a stop as he stared into the most startlingly beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were crystal green and framed by thick black lashes. He could see flecks of gold reflected in their emerald depths as her gaze flashed anger and fear. Cat eyes.

He took in her pert nose, high cheekbones and delicate jaw before settling on her cute pink lips. He saw past the dirt and grime, past the ill-fitting clothes and large cap to the woman hiding beneath.

Pip studied the man holding her prisoner. Beneath his top hat she could see waves of dark brown hair reaching to an unfashionable length just below is collar. His dark eyes pierced past her defenses. Her disguise had not failed her for five long years.� She had to believe this intense man would be no different from the strangers she encountered every day.

“Looks like I’ve caught a kitten masquerading as a mangy dog,” he said with amusement.

Pip grabbed at his hand, scratching his wrist, desperate to get free.

“I would have been disappointed if my little kitten didn’t have claws,” he teased, easily capturing both her wrists and forcing them above her head. The back of her hands scraped against the harsh brick as she continued to struggle. He pressed his hips against her stomach, using the weight of his lower body to still her movements.

Pip was overpowered, knowing further struggle would be futile. She could hear the bustle as crowds of people hustled past the secluded alcove, unaware or uncaring. Pip knew better than to call out. No one would interfere on behalf of a pickpocket guttersnipe against a great lord. She tried another tactic.

“You must be touched in the head,” Pip said with more bravado than she felt. “I ain’t no dollymop! I got�I got ballocks just the same as you.”

Alex did not need to be told his little kitten was no prostitute, but that did not prevent him from having a little fun.

“Well, good sir, please accept my sincerest apologies,” he mocked with all the formality of a greeting in a ballroom. “You do not mind if I verify for myself, gentleman to gentleman?” he asked as he secured her small wrists with one, sizable hand.

Before his words could register, he pushed past the twine securing her britches and delved between her legs. His hand felt like a brand against Pip’s cold skin as his fingertips grazed the downy softness that no man had ever touched. She was shocked to her core.

Alex watched her gorgeous lips part in surprise as he pushed past the folds of her cunny to tease that small bundle of nerves. The soft push of his fingertip, drawing small circles around that hidden spot made her feel warm despite the cold.

“Far be it for me to disagree,” he observed. “But I am afraid there is a very large difference between us.” He pushed the hard ridge of his arousal against her stomach for emphasis.

You did not grow up on the streets of London without learning about relations between a man and woman. Granted, Pip had only unwillingly witnessed the quick tumbles between a john and a whore. This man’s touch was nothing like the fumbling grabbing she had seen, but she knew what would come next. Fighting against the foreign sensations he awoke within her body, she strained against the press of his body trying to get free.

Alex groaned as her innocent thrashing brushed his already straining cock. He reluctantly removed his hands from her warm cunny and picked up his discarded walking stick. Without a word, he pulled Pip from the alcove and dragged her across the walkway to the curb, where he hailed a waiting hack. She was no match for his strength as he forced her into the carriage.

Taking advantage of his distraction as he gave directions to the driver, Pip reached across the tight confines of the small carriage to try the handle of the other door. She felt a rush of cool air as the door swung open but before she could make good her escape, there was a strong grip on the back of her coat. Hauling her back into the hack and depositing her on the seat across from him, Alex gave the signal for the driver to go. He settled back onto the hard, cracked leather seats, stretching out his long legs and observed the woman staring daggers at him. It was hard to believe anyone would mistake someone with her obvious delicate features for a mere lad. He could easily picture those expressive green eyes hazed over with arousal as he put that soft, full mouth to better use.

“Tell me your name,” he demanded.

That same soft mouth formed a rigid line as she stubbornly crossed her arms and averted her face, refusing to answer.

Reaching across the small space, he fisted a swath of her coat and hauled her off the seat till she fell to her knees before him, precisely how he imagined. With a cry, she raised frightened eyes to clash with his determined ones.

In a casual tone that belied their position, he stated, “I’m not known for my patience, Kitten. Tell. Me. Your. Name.”

Pip had never been more terrified in her life. Now that he knew she was a female, she had a good idea of his intentions. True, he had not truly harmed her�yet. She needed to bide her time while looking for an opportunity to escape.

“I’m the Queen of England,” she quipped, knowing the answer would anger him. She preferred his anger to his arousal.

“We can talk,” he responded in a low tone, “or you can entertain me in other ways.” His eyes skimmed her prone position with an eyebrow raised suggestively. She was breathing heavily in her fright and with every exhale he could feel her warm breath caress his cock through his trousers. He didn’t question why he wanted the little spitfire guttersnipe. He already knew why. Now it was just a matter of controlling the urge to take what he wanted.

“Pip!” she shouted. “My name is Pip.”

Alex tightened his grip on her coat, as he felt the carriage slow to a halt. He leaned in close till they shared the same breath. “Your real name.”

Caught in his powerful grasp, all thought of lying fled.

“Penelope,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, the small movement transforming his features.

“Welcome to my home, Penelope.”

Marybeth on 01/19/2015 09:34pm
This is the continuation of a series by Zoe Blake. The first was the Submission of Little Emmie and the second was Disciplining the Maid. They all involve the submission of these women into becoming little girls for their papas. Penelope is living on the streets when she is brought to Alex’s home. Alex is actually Lord Alex Evers. He has been looking for a little girl like his friends have found. Penelope is quickly dropped into a situation that she had no idea was coming. But, she likes becoming his little girl and eventually submits to him. If you like ageplay, Zoe Blake is the author for you! I give this 5 stars.
Marybeth on 01/19/2015 09:34pm
This is the continuation of a series by Zoe Blake. The first was the Submission of Little Emmie and the second was Disciplining the Maid. They all involve the submission of these women into becoming little girls for their papas. Penelope is living on the streets when she is brought to Alex۪s home. Alex is actually Lord Alex Evers. He has been looking for a little girl like his friends have found. Penelope is quickly dropped into a situation that she had no idea was coming. But, she likes becoming his little girl and eventually submits to him. If you like ageplay, Zoe Blake is the author for you! I give this 5 stars.
Katy Beth McKee on 01/17/2015 04:02pm
Penelope has been surving on her own dressed as the boy Pip but her luck is running out and she ends up catching Lord Alex Ever's eye. He seems to have found something he didn't even know he was looking for. She is just what he wants. But Penelope doesn't trust what is happening and it takes time for Alex to get her back where she belongs. But we get to watch her struggle with her own awareness and understanding of what is really being offered to her.
Katy Beth McKee on 01/17/2015 04:02pm
Penelope has been surving on her own dressed as the boy Pip but her luck is running out and she ends up catching Lord Alex Ever's eye. He seems to have found something he didn't even know he was looking for. She is just what he wants. But Penelope doesn't trust what is happening and it takes time for Alex to get her back where she belongs. But we get to watch her struggle with her own awareness and understanding of what is really being offered to her.
Margaret on 01/13/2015 12:05pm
I really liked this book. it is very hot. Ms Blake describes her characters with amazing clarity and her scenes are really alive. This is the third in the series and if you have not read the others you will want to after reading this one.
Margaret on 01/13/2015 12:05pm
I really liked this book. it is very hot. Ms Blake describes her characters with amazing clarity and her scenes are really alive. This is the third in the series and if you have not read the others you will want to after reading this one.
JoAnna on 01/13/2015 06:27am
All I can say is more please!
JoAnna on 01/13/2015 06:27am
All I can say is more please!
Jeanette on 01/12/2015 07:26am
Fun, fun, fun. Zoe Blake is now a favorite of mine: that means an automatic purchase of all of her books. This is, of course, taste specific. If this is not a genre you enjoy then you won't.
Jeanette on 01/12/2015 07:26am
Fun, fun, fun. Zoe Blake is now a favorite of mine: that means an automatic purchase of all of her books. This is, of course, taste specific. If this is not a genre you enjoy then you won't.
Redrabbitt on 01/11/2015 09:23pm
When you see Zoe Blake, you know it will be another wonderful book to read, her Victorian Age-play are full of feisty, sassy-mouth women needing to submit to dominate Lords who know just how to take them in hand. This story finds Pip, a pick-pocket who picked the wrong mark. When he discovers it isn't a young boy, but instead a woman, he takes her home. Lord Alex Evers has been searching for what his friends have, a special woman to be his own little one. The story is the transformation of Penelope, her marriage and learning submission to her Papa. It also comes with a bonus of Emmie and her Papa from the first book, The Submission of Little Emmie. These story will keep the reader captivated with the characters and interaction, the dialogue and slang was entertaining and the ending was just right. I can't wait for another story by Ms. Blake.
Redrabbitt on 01/11/2015 09:23pm
When you see Zoe Blake, you know it will be another wonderful book to read, her Victorian Age-play are full of feisty, sassy-mouth women needing to submit to dominate Lords who know just how to take them in hand. This story finds Pip, a pick-pocket who picked the wrong mark. When he discovers it isn't a young boy, but instead a woman, he takes her home. Lord Alex Evers has been searching for what his friends have, a special woman to be his own little one. The story is the transformation of Penelope, her marriage and learning submission to her Papa. It also comes with a bonus of Emmie and her Papa from the first book, The Submission of Little Emmie. These story will keep the reader captivated with the characters and interaction, the dialogue and slang was entertaining and the ending was just right. I can't wait for another story by Ms. Blake.
SH on 01/10/2015 09:11am
This was a great book! Although at times Alex comes across rather harsh, we realize as the story continues that he actually loves Penelope. Penelope, who has been alone for so long, realizes that Alex can give her everything she so desperately needs and wants. Very good read and one I will read again.
SH on 01/10/2015 09:11am
This was a great book! Although at times Alex comes across rather harsh, we realize as the story continues that he actually loves Penelope. Penelope, who has been alone for so long, realizes that Alex can give her everything she so desperately needs and wants. Very good read and one I will read again.

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