PET’S PENANCE: SIR & PET
PET’S PENANCE: SIR & PET
A SWEET’N’SPICY SPOONIE EROTICA FROM THE SPOONIEVERSE
Copyright © 2022 Linn Rhinehart – All rights reserved
Publisher: Libertalia Press
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For Sir, who caught a stray pet and gave her a home.
࿐ ࿔*˖𓇼 DESCRIPTION 𓇼˖*࿔࿐
Sweet & Spicy Spoonie Smut
Meet Maddox Rhinehart, celebrated erotica author whose passionate food-focused novels have earned him a devoted following, and Linn Lundahl, his brilliant disabled editor who doubles as his cherished pet. It’s three weeks before Christmas in New York, and they’re preparing to board a ship to London for the annual erotica convention—the place where their extraordinary love story began five years ago.
Both have made secret plans to mark their anniversary, but when pet breaks one of the fundamental rules of their engagement, their carefully ordered world tilts. Now she must serve a penance that will test the very foundations of their unconventional relationship.
Maddox and Linn are partners in every sense—in business, in life, and in their full-time D/s dynamic. He’s her Master, she’s his pet. She’s his personal assistant, he’s hers. Together they travel the world promoting his books while navigating the complexities of love, disability, and consensual power exchange.
Between Maddox leaving in a huff one gloomy December morning, Linn’s son pressuring her to quit her job, and her own unparalleled level of sexual frustration, she’s like a pressure cooker on the verge of explosion. Meanwhile, Maddox realizes he’s failed in his duty of care—his pet has run herself ragged, and he didn’t see the signs until it was too late.
What unfolds is a tender exploration of dominance and submission, the weight of responsibility, and the courage required to be completely vulnerable with another person. As they work through pet’s penance together, both must confront what it truly means to take care of each other.
Pet’s Penance: Sir & pet is a slice-of-life romantic erotica featuring authentic disability representation, a loving consensual Master/pet relationship, and the kind of emotional complexity that transforms genre fiction into something unforgettable.
“It’s something unique, unlike anything I’ve ever come across. You have to go back to Anaïs Nin. It’s that level of nuanced sexual emotion.”
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Her sudden movement drew my attention. “Mmmmmm,” she hummed as she rubbed against my arm. I scratched her ear, and she nuzzled my hand. Shifting myself down the bed, she met me with a sleepy smile the way she always does. She crawled on top of me, kissed a nipple and ran her fingers through my hair. I put my arms around her and began to massage her back and ass, working my fingers deep into the flesh to help with her morning stiffness. I let her wake slowly in my arms and hit the intercom button for the concierge.
“This is Billy, how may I help you?”
“We are ready for our tea.”
“Yes, sir.” The intercom shut off. The stateroom was outrageously expensive, but worth every penny. Crossing the pond twice a year is the closest to taking a vacation we ever get, so this is our time to unwind and relax. Soon a tea tray was delivered, and pet buried her face in my chest when the steward came in, but as soon as he left, she shifted around eager for tea.
“Tea!” She beamed.
I grinned. “She can speak, it’s a miracle!” I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel the change in her that said the expression was not one you’d expect from a pet towards her revered master. That made me grin even more, and I was glad she couldn’t see it. It might give her ideas, and she already has plenty of those.
The tea came with egg and cheese sandwiches using a nice, Danish cheese that, to my chagrin, I couldn’t remember the name of. Oh, bloody hell, just enjoy it, I thought. I ate mine as I watched pet change into Linn. I could see it in her body language and hear it even in the smallest noises she made. She sat up to eat, sitting just a little bit apart so she could move her arms without nudging me. Pet is always wrapped around me, or curled up as close as she can possibly get, and she’d rather go hungry than let go.
When we’d finished our breakfast, I ran my hand up her arm and she kissed my fingers. “Time to start our day,” I said. The pout appeared at the approximate speed of an instant.
“Nooo, me no wanna start.” Pet was back. It was expected, but faster than usual. “We’s on vay-cay-shun,” she continued, waving her index finger at me.
“Vacation from work, pet, not from life.”
She sighed in response, slid down the bed and pulled the blanket over her head.
Breathe and count, Maddox. Breathe and count. One, two, three… “And you expect from this what, pet?”
The sing-song of a Swedish nursery rhyme came from under the covers. The tune was familiar, but she had changed the lyrics to include “little master.” Judging by the sound of her giggles, I’d better look that song up someday soon. I moved off the bed and walked around to her side, a relatively short task in this cabin, and fortunately, it wasn’t a long walk to the bathroom either.
“Peek-a-boo,” I said, and pulled the edge of the blanket down.
Her hair covered her face, but a glittering, mischievous eye peeked out at me. “Pet no here,” she said, looking well pleased with herself.
I stroked my chin. “Hmmmm, you do look like pet.”
“Cos me’s a pet too, silly. Your pet’s onna vacation.”
“You do sound like my pet.”
“Nope, pet far far away.” She nodded, looking serious. It was cute, but I knew better than to let her have her way. I pulled the rest of the blanket all the way down, pausing to tweak a pretty nipple. She giggled. Neither of us had gotten dressed, so I didn’t need to take anything off her.
“Now, sit up a bit and help me.”
She looked down and sighed again. “Yes, Sir.”
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★★★★★
I love it, it’s pacey, the voice is strong and engaging, the scenario is original and fun as well as thought provoking. Honestly, it hits a bit like a really good American writer – somewhere between Salinger, Gaiman and Easton-Ellis. It’s literary in its crafting.
★★★★★
If you thought erotica was just fluff think again: a psychologically complex MC whose disability is a part, not all of her. Unblinkingly realistic, with a sparky, charismatic voice that shines off the page.
★★★★★
It’s something unique, unlike anything I’ve ever come across. You have to go back to Anaïs Nin. It’s that level of nuanced sexual emotion. I mean, it’s perfect, and it’s a little jewel, but I. WANT. MORE!
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