In the storage room thick with the scent of old hymnals, Lillian Usher stands before her husband, the preacher whose stern command reaches beyond the pulpit. Hollis Utterback's crooked finger lingers over the worn pages of a hymnal before tracing the faint birthmark on her inner thigh, his brawler's strength masked by clerical cloth. She yields to the shame play he delivers in secret, yet the locked door cannot shield them from the scandal that would expose every spanking and strip his authority bare.
His hand settles at the small of her back, guiding her forward as her skirts lift. The first unspoken order fills the air, pulling her deeper into the discipline she fears and craves while his congregation remains unaware.
