She continued to protest, but raising
his hand, he brought it down with a strong smack, immediately following it with
another, and then another, rapidly moving his flattened palm from cheek to
cheek. Her yowl of pain told him her split skirt wasn’t providing as much
protection he’d thought it might,
and he continued to land his hot hand with slap after slap, covering every inch
of her backside. Her yelps and howls grew louder, and increasing the force and
tempo, he delivered a flurry of strong, stinging smacks to the center of her
bottom.
“Owww,
owww, please,” she wailed. “No more! My bottom
is burning!”
He believed her. The spanking had been
forceful, and though covered with material, he had no doubt her bottom was on
fire.
She’d
been fervently wriggling, so he paused to let her catch her breath, planning on
finishing with several more hard swats as he scolded her, but the sound of
horses’ hooves snatched his
attention.
“Dagnabbit,” he muttered,
pulling away his leg. “Get up and go join
your mare.”
Grabbing her bottom, rubbing it and
whimpering as she hurried away, she climbed through the planks of wood rather
than open the gate, and moving around her horse to the corner, she gingerly
slid down.
As she slipped into the shadows,
Tucker doused the lantern, then walked quickly to the barn door and opened it
just enough to peer through the darkness across to the cabin. In the moon’s light, he counted
five men gathered in front of the hitching post. Two jumped off their horses,
and marching onto the porch, they began banging on the door. Getting no
response, they split up, moving around the cabin and staring through the
windows. When it became obvious there was no one inside, they returned to their
gang and climbed into their saddles. Tucker could hear talking, but couldn’t make out the
words, then one of them pointed to the barn. For a moment he held his breath,
then to his great relief they left, cantering back toward the town. He waited
until they had disappeared before closing the door and relighting the lantern.
“You
can come out now,” he called. “They’re gone.”
Rising up from the straw, Dolly moved
past her mare and out of the gate. Tucker still looked angry, and she didn’t blame him. It
must have been a shock to see her riding down the middle of Main Street, but
she was none too happy either. He could have at least let her explain before
hauling her over his knee and spanking her so hard she thought her skirt might
catch on fire.
THE BLURB
When hardened gunslinger Tucker
Prescott is tasked with bringing law and order back to a town overrun by a gang
of criminals, he quickly realizes that his biggest challenge won’t be the villainous
McGill brothers. The one who will truly put him to the test is Dolly Baker, the
beautiful, feisty twenty-two-year-old daughter of the man who hired him.
From the moment she barges into his
cabin uninvited, Tucker knows Dolly is going to be trouble, and it isn’t long before she
tests his patience one time too many and earns herself a sound spanking. The
embarrassing chastisement gets her attention, but it will take quite a bit more
than a few smacks on the bottom to teach her obedience, and the more he sees of
Dolly, the more Tucker is forced to admit that he would love to be the man to
properly tame her.
Tucker didn’t come to Spring
Junction to keep a woman in line, however, he came to deal with the McGill
brothers and their gang. He has a plan to do just that, but it will depend on
his quick wits as much as his quick draw, and despite his best efforts Tucker
can’t get Dolly off his
mind. Can he bring the outlaws to justice and make her his bride before she
drives him to distraction?
A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE
Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write
about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to
fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who
don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have
mega-bucks).
There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor
trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant,
James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was
absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more
interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the
first time he had a woman over his lap.
I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight
fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the
pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.
Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup,
and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.
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