'Training Betty' is a series of 6 erotic romance spanking books which takes Betty and Michael from their first holiday together through to Betty's ultimate test of self-control. Michael is a strict disciplinarian who spanks Betty both when she is his girlfriend and after she has become his wife with the stated goal of improving her behaviour.
When the series starts, Betty is almost entirely innocent of any domestic skills. Her cohabitation with a well-organised man means that some of these skills do rub off on her, but Michael's spankings, while they do correct some of her more errant ways, serve more as an expression of his authority which she enjoys and is aroused by.
The couple's first 'training session' takes place in an isolated seaside cottage, but after that Michael joins forces with friends in a similar relationship in order to enhance the embarrassment factor of Betty's punishments which he even has recorded on video. Another friend introduces Michael to the O-Bay Club which exists to provide the facility for public punishment of women.
When, by now a married woman, Betty makes a show of defiance before the assembled club, she is sent for correctional sessions to a mentor, for whom she develops a deep respect. Her mentor tries to help her through the culminating ordeal of receiving Michael's blunt, rude Aunt Beryl for a short stay, but unfortunately not even his incentives are sufficient to enable her to escape punishment from both Michael and his aunt.
Included in the omnibus edition:
Betty's Boot Camp
The O-Bay Club
Cherish & Obey
Betty laid herself over his lap with her knees resting on the sofa one side and her arms propping herself on the other. Her bottom was the highest part of her. Michael lifted up her skirt and shimmied her knickers halfway down her thighs. Then he gripped her waist and began a slow and rhythmic belabouring of her bottom with the bristle side of the hairbrush.
Each individual stroke made a sound like a pat – certainly a great deal less loud than a slap with the hand – but the tightly-packed bristles gave a stinging impact that had a character all of its own, and the cumulative effect hurt every bit as much.
“If you cry out, I’ll take you to the car to finish your spanking,” Michael said in her ear.
“I don’t care,” Betty muttered rebelliously. What had happened to her being compliant with Michael’s discipline? It was just that it was so unfair, to be held accountable for her language when she’d had such a bellyful of their vile visitor.
“What was that?” Michael sounded more surprised than angry. He’d rewarded his wife for her good behaviour only the other day.
“I said I don’t care,” Betty said in a normal speaking voice. “You needn’t worry about her hearing and coming to my rescue because she’s more likely to join in.”
“And that’s exactly what I’ll ask her to do if she comes down.”
“As if a big strong man like you needed any help!” Betty retorted. She knew she was playing with fire but she couldn’t resist it.
Cheeking Michael when she was over his knee with her bottom bared was not a wise move. Instead of the measured strokes, he increased the tempo of the spanking to a hail of rapid drum beats that made Betty gasp and clench her hands.
“Don’t you ever, ever think it can’t get worse,” Michael whispered menacingly. “It always can. And here’s something for you to think about. If I find you’ve even harboured bad thoughts about my aunt, let alone been rude to her, I shall ask her to witness the spanking I give you. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” Betty murmured miserably. It was abundantly clear.