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Sweet Little Gypsy

By: Angela R. Sargenti
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: ©2018 by Blushing Books® and Angela Sargenti
7 Chapters / 40,000 words
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When handsome Lord Davenport finds a young gypsy woman camping out on his property, he captures her and takes her home with the intention of making her his Little. She is bathed, dressed like a proper young girl, and put into the nursery. He discovers she is woefully ignorant and totally innocent, and vows to instruct her – both in the schoolroom and the bedroom. He also introduces her to the concept of strict discipline, and she frequently finds herself over his lap.  

Can he tame the wild Gypsy, or will she slip right through his fingers and make good her escape?  

Publisher's Note: This sensual tale contains explicit elements including power exchange and age-play. 

 

Chapter 1 

 

 

My heart hammers so hard in my chest, it feels fit to burst.  I try to run, but the man, he’s on horseback, and he chases me on a fine horse, glossy and chestnut colored.  I see an oak tree up ahead, and think perhaps I can climb it and scramble over the nearby hedge, but he jumps down off his horse and tackles me before I can reach it.  We fall together hard, and he turns me over to face him. 

“What are you doing on my land?” he demands. 

“Nothing, sir.  We’re camped out.” 

“Not anymore.  Look.” 

My eyes dart to where our camp used to be, and I gasp.  Everyone is gone, and my wagon is on fire.   

“They’ve left you behind,” he says in a gloating voice.  “Now, you have two choices.  One, come with me and I’ll take good care of you, or two, I take you to the magistrate and let him throw you in jail to rot for God knows how long before you are either hanged or transported.” 

When I do not answer, he shakes me. 

“Did you hear me, girl?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Which is it to be?” 

Our glances meet.  He’s handsome enough, although his features are harsh at the moment. 

“What means ‘take good care’ of me?” 

“You’ll be my special little project.  I’ll teach you how to become a decent human being, starting with a good scrubbing.” 

Perhaps I’d better go to the magistrate,” I tell him. 

“Are you sure?  Do you know what they’ll do to a comely wench like you?” 

Tears start to my eyes.  It seems I’m to be used by men, one way or another.  I picture the magistrate, and all I see is a fat old man.  Maybe he’ll invite other fat old men to come and sample my charms.  Foul, disgusting men.  Theres a good chance this man is right, and I’ll be hanged for a thief.  

“Of course I know,” I tell him My mother taught me well.” 

“How old are you?” 

“I’ve just turned eighteen, sir.  Last month.  You burned my wagon.” 

Have you a name, gypsy?” 

“Lala.” 

“Hmmm.  Pretty, but I think I shall just call you Gypsy.” 

“I’m to go with you, then?  And be what?  Your slave?” 

“No.  My little girl.  My ward.” 

I recoil.  “I do not understand, sir.” 

It pleases me that you’ll pretend to be a child.  In return, I’ll take you under my protection, Gypsy.  I’ll make sure you are safe, and I’ll raise you and teach you.” 

Our gazes meet.  His hand around my arm is like an iron shackle, and I know I have no choice.  “Teach me what?” I ask. 

“Oh, all manner of things.” 

But your wife, she will object, no?” 

“My wife is deceased.” 

I glance around quickly, still hoping I can slip away, but I see no escape route.  I glance at the man again and decide I’m better off with him than in a jail cell somewhere, being done down by a group of strangers before being hanged. 

“If you please, sir, I shall go with you.” 

“A wise choice,” he tells me, and grabs me around the waist, turning me around and putting me on his horse before jumping up to ride behind. 

We ride for many minutes before the manor house comes into view.  It is at that moment that he relaxes his grip on me.  I feel my heart start to pound again, and I make bold my escape.  I don’t get very far before he’s on me again, this time dragging me over to the nearest tree to pluck a thin branch from it.  He strips the leaves and pulls me over to the horse. 

“Bend over,” he tells me.  “Bend over and grab that stirrup, and don’t you even think of letting go.” 

I do as ordered, and I feel him pull up my skirt and open my drawers in the back, sliding the thin fabric aside.  I brace myself for the first cut of the switch.  It falls right across my bottom with a burning intensity.  He switches me again, crisscrossing the first cut.  I grip the stirrup tighter.  I want to cry out, but not in front of this man, this dirty pig who has bared my bottom and is whipping me outside for God and everyone to see. 

“All you had to do is behave yourself,” he tells me.  “I wasn’t going to whip you until you ran.” 

I hear the switch cut through the air with a whoosh, and then the burning pain as he continues the whipping.  It goes on and on forever, it seems, but may have only been a minute or two.  Whichever, eternity or a single moment, he’s covered my bottom with welts, the tops of my thighs, too. 

At last, he stops. 

“No more escapes, do you understand me?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“And let’s get one thing straight.  From now on, you’re to call me ‘Daddy.’” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Now stand up straight and fix your skirt. 

He pulls the reins over the horse’s head and takes my hand to lead both horse and me toward the house.  When we get there, a groom takes the horse away to some unknown stable, and I am led to the front door and into the house. 

The house is magnificent, with a huge, winding staircase stretching from the left side of the main hall to the right.  Fine oil paintings decorate the walls, and the ceiling soars three stories high.  I feel insignificant in such grand surroundings, and I glance at him. 

“Welcome to Wellesley Park,” he tells me.  “Your new home.” 

Daddy leads me up the stairs to a room on the third floor of the house.  It’s an old nursery, filled with toys.  There’s a wooden rocking horse in one corner, and a doll’s house on the opposite side of the room, with lots of toys in between, more than I’ve ever seen in my life, even in a toy shop.  He takes me to the room next door, which is obviously a schoolroom, complete with a globe on a stand and a large book, larger than any I’ve ever seen before.  Daddy lets go of my hand and invites me to look around. 

“It’s usual to have a governess in a case like yours,” he tells me, “but I will see to your education myself.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Come along.  I’ll show you where you’ll sleep.” 

The bedroom, on the other side of the nursery, is covered in Holland covers.  He pulls one off the bed, and dust flies everywhere. 

“I’ll have it cleaned and ready for you tonight, but now we must give you a bath.” 

“And then do what?  Fuck?” 

He stares at me hard.  I’m afraid he’s going to slap me, but instead he says, “Say that again and you’ll earn yourself a mouth full of soap.” 

“Soap?  What for is soap?” 

“To wash your dirty little mouth out.” 

“I want no soap,” I tell him. 

“Then no more of that sort of language. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

He takes me to another room, one with a tub standing before a fireplace with a large wooden mantle, with fanciful creatures carved into it.  Daddy goes to the bell pull hanging near the door and rings for a servant.   

“Here’s our butler, Foster,” he tells me, when the servant arrives.  “Foster, this young lady desires a bath.  Oh, and Foster?  See that the nursery room is cleaned.  The young lady will be staying with us for an extended period.” 

Foster looks at me.  I must look a mess.  My apron is wet and dirty and my hair disheveled, but he doesn’t betray his probable disgust by so much as a flicker of an eyelash.  He gets to work immediately, he and some other servants.  While they’re busy filling the tub, Daddy takes me down the hall to his room. 

“If you’re a good girl and study hard and do as I tell you, one day I may give you the room next door instead of the nursery.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Daddy’s room, at any rate, is clean.  His bed is a four-poster with a canopy over top and curtains he can pull to block the cold night air. 

“You must, of course, have a nursery maid.  I’ll see to it tomorrow.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“I see I’ll have to teach you the art of conversation.” 

I take the hint and say nothing.  He shows me around some of the other bedrooms, but they’re all in Holland covers, too. 

“We haven’t had a visitor here for quite some time,” he tells me.  “I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay.  And now I have a question for you.  Are you pure?” 

“Pure?” 

“Have you ever been with a man before?” 

“No, si--Daddy.” 

“Good.  I expect your bath ought to be ready about now.  We’ll get you all cleaned up and presentable, and then we’ll go down for dinner.” 

He leads me back to the room where I’m to take my bath, and I stand there as the servants are dismissed.  Once they’re gone, he turns to me. 

“Come on.  Take your clothes off.” 

I gasp.  “Not in front of you. 

“Don’t be silly.  Daddies always give their little girls a bath.” 

I stand there, frozen, but I know he’s serious and is likely to punish me if I refuse, so I unfreeze myself and start taking my clothes off.  I do it as quickly as I can, blushing furiously the whole time, and I climb into the tub just as quickly to hide myself under the water. 

“Let’s do your hair first,” he tells me, but I know that to get my hair under the water, I’ll be exposed.  

“Please, Daddy.” 

“Gypsy, would you like a dose of the belt?” 

“No, Daddy.” 

“Then dunk your head and let’s get it over with.” 

The warm water has inflamed the welts, and I gingerly slide down to do my hair.  I know he can see my breasts and my cunny, and most likely he will want to wash them next.  I die a little inside just thinking about it, but he washes my hair and then he lets me sit up to wash the rest of me.  He washes my back, and then he washes my breasts.  They’re small, but he washes them lovingly. 

“Why are you trembling, little Gypsy?” 

“I don’t like this.  No man has ever seen me thus.” 

“Well, I told you I’d take care of you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.  Open your legs, please.” 

I do as he says, afraid not to, and he reaches down with the soft cloth and washes my private parts.  Something within me stirs when he does, and I let out a little coo. 

He hears it and turns to me with a smile.  “You like that, don’t you, Gypsy?” 

To my utter shame, I nod. 

“There’s more than that to come,” he says, “but that’s for another day.” 

“Is that...will that be part of my lessons?” 

“Yes, my little one.  We will go slowly and softly, and I’ll teach you what it is to make love to a man.” 

I’ve seen, by accident, members of my clan making love, and I’ve been told the first time is painful.  I don’t know that I want to make love, so much as let him continue washing me.  To my dismay, he stops.  He reaches beside the tub and gets a towel. 

“Stand up, and let me wrap this towel around you.” 

I obey him, trying to ignore the driving need he’s awakened.  He leads me out of the room where the bath is and back down to the nursery.  Once there, he strips me of the towel and tells me to bend over the bed. 

“Have I displeased you, Daddy?” 

“No, my little Gypsy.  I have some ointment here to rub on your bottom and make it feel better.” 

I bend over as he asks, and he pulls up a chair and comes to rub me.  He tries to be gentle, but the weals itch and throb.  I wriggle around a little to try to avoid, or at least lessen, the pain.  He bids me to lie still and tells me I may wriggle all I want to when he’s done.  The ointment starts to cool the pain, but I know I will lie on my stomach to sleep. 

When he’s done, he sets the ointment aside, and then he tells me to spread my legs.  Embarrassing as it is, I obey, and he reaches between them and strokes my privates.  It feels wildly, insanely good, and I lift up to give him access to it all. 

“That’s right,” he says in a hushed voice.  “Arch your back.” 

He slips a finger inside me and makes me gasp again. 

“Do you like that, Gypsy?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Never will you do this with anyone but me.  Not even yourself.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

He starts pumping his finger in and out of me, and I feel close to something, close to some pleasure I know I cannot live without.  He removes his finger and plunges his thumb into me instead, using all four fingers to rub the outside of my cunny.  I buck and moan and forget all about the switch cuts, and soon I feel this delicious burst of passion, feel myself throb around his thumb.  I sigh and lay my head down on the bed. 

“Was that a pleasurable experience, little one?  See how nice Daddy can make you feel when you’re a good girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

He gets up and returns the chair to its former position over near the wardrobe.  It’s vast and wooden, but he doesn’t open it.  Instead, he instructs me to sit down and wait while he gets me something to wear.  When he returns, he has a lovely blue dress for me to put on, and some clean drawers.   

“It’ll be a little big on you, but I’ll have a seamstress in tomorrow.” 

“Thank you, Daddy.  I’ve never had such a beautiful dress in all my life.” 

“It’s a bit old for you, I’ll admit, and I think, henceforth, we’ll dress you in more youthful garb.”   

He takes me down to dinner, to a room with a large table, set to perfection, with china and silver and a bowl on a stand filled with beautiful fruit.  There is plenty of food, and dishes on the table I’ve never seen before.  I recognize the pheasant and leg of lamb, but I have to ask what the jellies are. 

“My dear girl, soon you shall know all the pleasures of a well-kept table.” 

“I’m sure I will, Daddy.” 

“Now be a very good girl and eat up.” 

Dinner is filling and delicious.  It’s been a long time since I was so full, for in general, we eat whatever we can catch or steal, and throw it all into the stew pot.  Its a nice change having a piece of real meat all to myself. 

After dinner, Daddy takes me to sit in the drawing room, explaining that we must part ways after dinner so he can go smoke a cigar and have a bit of brandy.  I sit down on a sofa, wondering how long he will be, wishing for something to help me pass the time.  I see a sewing table in a corner, and when I go open it up, I find a piece of half-finished needlework.  I take it out and examine the stitches to see if it’s something I can copy, and then I set to work on it.  When Daddy comes back, he is pleased. 

  “Aren’t you industrious, sitting there just like a little lady, at work on your embroidery?” 

I smile at him, perhaps for the first time, but then I remember he had my wagon burnt to the ground, with everything I owned in it.   

“My wagon,” I say. 

“Never mind about that,” he tells me, sitting down beside me.  “You’re under my protection now, and I will provide for your every need.  All you need to worry about is being a good girl and studying hard.  Tomorrow we shall start your lessons.” 

“Will they be like tonight’s lesson?” I ask eagerly. 

“No,” he tells me, brushing back a lock of my hair These will be real lessons.  Do you know your letters?  Can you read?” 

“Yes, but I don’t know what all the big words mean.” 

“That’s what that big book in the schoolroom is for.  It’s called a dictionary.” 

“A dictionary,” I repeat, hoping to store it in my memory.  And I can look in it whenever I want to?” 

“By all means.” 

“Will I learn arithmetic?” 

“Yes.  And history and French and geography.  Perhaps even music and dancing lessons.” 

“I know how to dance,” I tell him, setting the embroidery aside. 

“Not like ladies and gentlemen do, I’m afraid.” 

“No.  Perhaps not like that.” 

“I am glad you’re eager to learn new things,” he tells me.  “Then I shan’t have to whip you very often.” 

A shiver runs down my spine, causing me to shudder over the memory of this afternoon’s punishment. 

“You won’t whip me if I’m not clever, will you?” 

“No,” he says, “but I shall whip you for laziness.” 

“I won’t be lazy.  I promise.” 

“How will you fill your free time?” he asks. 

“Well,” I tell him, glancing about.  “May I direct the servants?”   

“Direct them to do what?” 

I say, “Polish the staircase.  It looks a bit dusty.” 

“You’re very observant, aren’t you?” 

“I hope I may be useful, too.”  I look up at him timidly and ask a burning question that’s been on my mind all evening.  “When will you teach me my next lesson?” 

“As soon as the staircase is polished, but only if you behave yourself in the meantime.  As a matter of fact, when your bottom is healed, I shall give you a good spanking to remind you to behave.” 

“Not with a switch,” I say, squirming a little. 

“No.  By hand, maybe with a paddle.  It depends on how you act for the next few days.” 

I don’t relish being spanked with a paddle, although I’ve never had it.  When my father beat me, it was with a belt.  The thought of the paddle makes my cunny come alive again.  

“Daddy, please will you give me a practice lesson?” 

“Already?” 

“Yes.  Please?” 

“No.” 

I remember Daddy ordering me not to touch myself, but I know that if he won’t do it, I’ll disobey him as soon as I’m in my room alone. 

“Please?” 

“Stop pestering me, or I won’t wait a few days.” 

“You’re mean,” I tell him, sitting back with a huff.   

“Would you like to see mean?  Come pull your skirt up and put yourself over my lap.” 

I stare at him.  I know he’s serious, and I slide off the sofa and stand up. 

“Come on.  Skirt up.  And pull down your drawers.” 

I step closer to him, but I can’t bring myself to pull up my skirt. 

“Come here,” he tells me, out of patience.  He pulls me closer and drags me down over his lap.  I feel him raise my skirt and yank my drawers down, and he starts slapping my thighs, awakening the welts once more.  After my thighs feel like they’re sunburned, he starts on my bottom, spanking me hard.  “When I tell you to bare yourself, I expect to be obeyed, do you understand me?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Tell me, Gypsy, do you deserve the pleasure I could give you?” 

“No, Daddy.” 

Good.  At least you know it.  Now know this: I will not tolerate disrespect.  Have you got that?” 

I don’t say anything, so he smacks my bottom hard.  “Ow!” I say, kicking my legs in a vain attempt to ease the pain and heat.  “Yes, Daddy.” 

He begins again, this time slower, and his blows fall softer, too, but it’s too late for that.  The damage is done and my bottom is inflamed once more.  Oddly enough, my cunny is moist and I crave pleasure more than ever.  

“Put your right hand behind your back,” he tells me, and when I do, he takes hold of my wrist and pins it in the small of my back.  I don’t know what he means to do, but I know I must take it.  My drawers have fallen down around my ankles, and he tells me to spread my legs as far as I can. 

Suddenly, I feel his touch, light and tentative. 

“Oh, Daddy,” I murmur. 

“Yes, my insatiable one?” 

“What means ‘insatiable?” I ask. 

“It means you can’t get enough.” 

I feel myself blush, for I must own the truth.  He slips a finger inside me as he did earlier and pumps it in and out.  It feels good, but I must have stimulation to my outside parts.  He seems to know it, because he removes his finger and rubs my most sensitive spot. 

“Yes,” I whisper. 

“My hot-blooded little gypsy girl.  How did you remain pure for so long?” 

“We marry young,” I tell him.  “I was engaged to a man from another clan, but I suppose that’s all over now.” 

“Yes.  I will never let you escape me, my sweet little Gypsy.” 

He begins to rub me in earnest, and I strain toward his hand.  Before too long, I am rewarded with a rush of pleasure.  Afterwards, he lets go of me and lets me stand so I may pull up my drawers and smooth down my skirt. 

He says, “It seems to me I’ll have to start your lessons sooner than expected.” 

Oh, yes?  What will you teach me next?” 

“You’ll learn to pleasure me with your mouth, just as I will pleasure you.” 

I don’t know what to think about that, but I find myself blushing again.   

“Are you willing to learn such lessons?” he asks. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Good.  Now go on up to bed like a good girl, and we will get up early for your regular lessons.” 

 

 

 

Good bedtime reading on 03/22/2018 04:44am
Taken from the all she has known in the gypsy camp, Lala finds herself under the strict rule of Lord Davenport. He intends to make her his "Little" as well as make her his lover. Kept surprisingly innocent in the bedroom, Lala soon learns what it means to become the handsome lord's girl/woman in every way, even if she craves the punishments as well as the sexual enticements.
Margaret Corcoran on 02/24/2018 02:39pm
I liked this story but I didn't like Lord Davenport. Poor little Gypsy is not given any choices. She is forced into a situation. There are plenty of hot spicy sex scenes. The characters are well written and described. There are some harsh disciplinary spankings and age-play scenes. Not really for the feint hearted. I enjoyed reading this story. I received an ARC copy of this book and I highly recommend it. A different, interesting and enjoyable read.
DB on 02/21/2018 04:24pm
This book started out really good, with well written dialogue, but also with very harsh discipline. A lot of the discipline was too harsh for whatever naughty thing Lala did and some was because Lord Davenport "Daddy" just wanted to spank her and they were not good girls spankings, he was really in my opinion abusive at times. Davenport was also very nice to her. He took her shopping, to dances and out around the town. There were concern in the book about Lala's parents, her fianc and her future. I did enjoy the book and like I said there was plenty of dialogue and I was aware of the harsh discipline from other reviewers and I will read another of Ms Sargenti books, but if the discipline is like in this book it would be the last book I read of hers.
charlotte Huelsemann on 02/19/2018 09:15am
Sweet little Gypsy by Angela Sargenti

When the Marquis of Davenport chases off all the Gyspsies but one. Lala is young and John wants her for his own little one. He forces her to his home and teaches her how to be a lady. He dresses her and educates her. He punishes her when she is naughty and rewards her when she is not. He shows her a life she would never have as a gypsy.
DONNA L on 02/18/2018 12:02pm
ByDonna Lon February 18, 2018
This story may disturb but ultimately intrigue the readers,the
characters are deep and real with inner conflict.I was disturbed
at times by Lord Davenport's treatment of Lala,the dynamics
are intense with forced submission.The hardest parts to read
were the humiliation and severe punishments .In saying this,I still
enjoyed this book,maybe I have a dark streak.The underlying
age play theme was so believable that I was definitely impressed
and maybe frightened for Lala.Lord John Davenport found Lala
and her gypsy family on his land.John set fire to Lala's wagon
and captured her.He takes her home to be his little Gypsy.Her
choices are limited,go with Lord Davenport or with the magistrate.
Gypsy becomes his ward and he her Daddy.He will teach and guide
her and never let her go.Lala is a quick leaner both in the class
room and the bedroom.Lala is insatiable in the bedroom as she
is introduced to Lord Davenport's kinks.Lala is sassy and impetuous
at times leading to many harsh spankings.Lala worries about her
future and what it holds for her,her family are all gone,she is all alone.
This emotional story while dark at times still offers up enough hope
for a happy ever after.This is a gritty,intense story that develops into
so much more.
Goldie Nut on 02/18/2018 11:33am
Lord Davenport finds a little Gypsy camping out on his property. He grabs
her and hauls her to his residence. He thinks he has found a little He tends to
her every need. This included her classroom instruction of subjects he chooses.
Discipline is swift and precise. He takes the discipline too far and she leaves for
a friend of the Lord Davenport and from there it is a roller coaster ride until the
end.
Nancy Hughes on 02/17/2018 11:14pm
This is a dark erotica about Lord Davenport, a sadist, and Lala, a gypsy, who finds herself at his mercy.
Story contains age play, severe spankings and punishments,bdsm, and sex.
I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.
Redrabbitt on 02/17/2018 08:05pm
I really have struggled with mixed emotions about this story, and it is between 3 and 3 stars. For me, too many red-flags where waving in a stiff breeze. I would call it dark erotic horror, but not romance.

First, she capitulates immediately, which doesn%u2019t match the personality she exhibits, later on, especially being a gypsy. She will allow him to take her in his home, with her a virgin and acquiesces to striping and allowing him to bath, touch her, and dress her. Instructing her that she will call him Daddy. He refers to her a Gypsy, but it is derogatory most of the time because most people view gypsies in that light. He will tell her that they will say she is only fifteen and his ward and concoct a story.

The story will have him playing games where he will make her drape herself across his lap while he spanks and fondles her, sometimes making her spend. He also enjoys spanking and punishing her until he can finally get her to cry. While she isn%u2019t nave on coupling, she is a virgin, but not for long. She tells him she was a virgin and betrothed, and that her father is due a brides price.

Davenport uses his title and power and is a sadist who gets off on inflicting harsh punishment for his enjoyment, and when he gets angry with her, he does beat her. The story is a combination of non-consent, dubious consent, intimidation, consensual rape, unequal power exchange, captivity, forced submission, and control. He belittles her and tells her he will set her up and make her his mistress because he can%u2019t lose her. After telling her he will help find her a husband when another man shows interest, he loses it.

The story isn%u2019t romance but more in line with sadomasochism, with cruel behavior. There isn%u2019t any chemistry between them, they may say they have fallen in love with each other, but I sure wouldn%u2019t call it a happily ever after. I really struggled with incorrect wording for the time period and with the beatings, because they were referred to as beatings in the story, and were harsh, cruel, and forced.
Redrabbitt on 02/17/2018 08:05pm
I really have struggled with mixed emotions about this story, and it is between 3 and 3 stars. For me, too many red-flags where waving in a stiff breeze. I would call it dark erotic horror, but not romance.

First, she capitulates immediately, which doesn%u2019t match the personality she exhibits, later on, especially being a gypsy. She will allow him to take her in his home, with her a virgin and acquiesces to striping and allowing him to bath, touch her, and dress her. Instructing her that she will call him Daddy. He refers to her a Gypsy, but it is derogatory most of the time because most people view gypsies in that light. He will tell her that they will say she is only fifteen and his ward and concoct a story.

The story will have him playing games where he will make her drape herself across his lap while he spanks and fondles her, sometimes making her spend. He also enjoys spanking and punishing her until he can finally get her to cry. While she isn%u2019t nave on coupling, she is a virgin, but not for long. She tells him she was a virgin and betrothed, and that her father is due a brides price.

Davenport uses his title and power and is a sadist who gets off on inflicting harsh punishment for his enjoyment, and when he gets angry with her, he does beat her. The story is a combination of non-consent, dubious consent, intimidation, consensual rape, unequal power exchange, captivity, forced submission, and control. He belittles her and tells her he will set her up and make her his mistress because he can%u2019t lose her. After telling her he will help find her a husband when another man shows interest, he loses it.

The story isn%u2019t romance but more in line with sadomasochism, with cruel behavior. There isn%u2019t any chemistry between them, they may say they have fallen in love with each other, but I sure wouldn%u2019t call it a happily ever after. I really struggled with incorrect wording for the time period and with the beatings, because they were referred to as beatings in the story, and were harsh, cruel, and forced.
Tami on 02/16/2018 11:41pm
When Lord Davenport sees Lala on his porperty, he decides to capture her and make her his own. Lala is not very happy when she is suddenly transformed into a 'Little' but it doesn't take long and she starts to enjoy her new life. Especially because she is falling in love with Davenport.

Sweet Little Gypsy is an age play romance with explicit intimate scenes and spankings. The characters do have good chemistry and the story is flowing nicely. I liked reading the book.
lillie322 on 02/16/2018 09:28pm
I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book. Lala is a gypsy, but when her people move on and leave her behind, Lord Davenport finds her. Can he educate her, turn her into a lady, but keep her as his little one at the same time? Daddy/little love and discipline. Sometimes harsh. Spanking, anal, figging.
madpuss on 02/16/2018 08:21pm
I felt Lala was too quick to accept her circumstances and seemed more experienced and sure of herself than what an innocent girl would have been but, having accepted that, the story was entertaining. If this had been a true story I would have been a little worried for Lala as I'm not sure how much true affection Davenport had for her. He could be sweet to Lala and even generous but he had to be pushed to do the right thing by her and his punishments could be too harsh. He wasn't always reasonable.
Ajjmb on 02/16/2018 01:32pm
So I have very mixed feeling about Sweet Little Gypsy. The book has some very erotic scenes in it and plays around a bit with BDSM. I liked those parts of the book. If you like dark romance then you will enjoy this book. The capture and forced submission of Lala was a bit off-putting to me. Parts of the little fantasy were very sweet but Lord Davenport seemed to become very abusive towards the end in both actions and word. If you like books on the darker side you will love this book. So I recommend it to those who like a darker side of this genre. I reviewed an advanced copy of this book.

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