The Artist, by Juliette Banks.
Juliette Banks, aka Rachel de Vine, is a past mistress of the coming-of-age novel. In these stories usually, beautiful young women in impossible circumstances are rescued by unconventional men and learn that they have more talent for survival and growth than they previously thought. That's certainly the theme of The Artist.
Lizzie Prendergast, fleeing an abusive husband trying to force her into prostitution, began posing as a nude model for Theodore Harper, the artist son of an aristocrat. Life was hard in the 1850s and villagers regarded her as a tart. But Lizzie was determined not to fall into that category.
One thing led to another and what began as occasional employment led to her becoming Harper's housekeeper and eventually his lover. Initially, the artist had no thought of anything beyond an artist/model fling, but soon became enraptured by Lizzie's charm and beauty. And that's when things began going wrong.
Lizzie's husband, Lionel Prendergast, a crude and brutal gypsy, discovered her whereabouts and kidnapped her. Harper rushed to save her and in the process fought with Prendergast. That ended when he thought he and Lizzie had killed the man. Realizing they needed to escape, the pair fled first to France and then to Italy to begin a new and successful life in the artist colony of Florence. But the old crime haunted them.
And thus began a tangled web which looked like it would not only end the happy life the pair had been leading but put both their lives at risk as well. It kept me guessing right up to the end about how they would escape retribution.
But this story is more than a tale of love and growth. It's about dominance and submission and the role of spanking in love-making--and it started me thinking about the whole spanking scene.
There are some marvellous love scenes in the book which flare hotly off the page, and they all involve spanking as foreplay. I must admit I had never thought of the practice that way, or even why a man would want to spank a woman, or why a woman would permit it.
Yet the explanation, as Banks, sees it, lies in the fact that some men are Dominants, and some women Submissives. And when I thought about it I must admit that as a male I had always been dominant with my mate and that she welcomed and enjoyed it. Our relationship didn't involve spanking, but I realized that it was just one step up from the foreplay in which lovers everywhere engage.
So in addition to enjoying a great love story and mystery, I learned something about love-making itself. I don't recommend it as a practice for anyone to follow, but I at least now understand its attraction. Not many books can provide you with such insight. You'll love The Artist, right to its thrilling last page.