CHAPTER FOURTEEN
His Bizarre Joke
Once the carriage stopped in front of the tavern, Jonathan quickly hustled his wife to the street and escorted her into the bawdy establishment. Spotting an empty table at the far side of the room, the two thread their way through the crowd and finally sat down.
“Lift your skirt,” Jonathan spit out before Lizzy could plant her bottom on the seat of her chair.
She flinched, but just momentarily. She was used to this sort of command from her husband. He loved that she wore no bloomers. He loved the idea of her naked mons pressed firmly into her chair. And in particular, he loved that her bare behind was suffering mightily from her last punishment, and she’d suffer even more with it sitting on such an unforgiving surface.
After leaving the Opera House t
