The b***h, The Baron
& The Chambermaid
I have been tamed. Cured of my sullenness, my irascible tongue and my recalcitrant behavior. I hardly know what those words mean, but since they’ve been used to describe the fits I work myself into when I’m mad, I know I’m cured of them all—at least until the next time that my hot blood boils with murderous intent.
Charlie’s done the taming—that is the Baron Charles LaForte. I know him by the familiar because he is my lover, I am his mistress—something that happened quite unexpectedly at the end of one wild battle over his knee. It was hardly preventable considering the remarkable intimacy of the bouts I endured at his hand.
I was serving the Baron’s house, had been a chambermaid to his pricklish wife for nearly two months, holding my tongue in
