Twenty-four-year-old Amy is the quintessential poor little rich girl. Her parents taught her that beauty alone would get her everywhere, and when her husband, Dr. Cade Hollister, convinces her to take the last class she needs to finish her degree, she has no idea what is in store for her. Amy has never challenged herself in the past, and when she fakes an illness to avoid the hard work required to pass the course, Cade decides it is time to teach her a much-needed lesson.
Before she knows it, her husband is taking her temperature the old-fashioned way, and that is just the start. Amy soon learns that her strict doctor will do whatever is necessary to keep his wife in line, and he is more than ready to give her the discipline she requires, even if it leaves her cheeks blushing as red as her well-spanked bottom. But can she overcome her embarrassment and come to terms with the fact that she loves submitting to Cade, loves the way his punishments make her feel, and loves the way her body craves his dominance more and more every day?
Author: Natasha Knight
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 43,100 words
“What happens to naughty girls who misbehave, Amy?” he asked, spanking her bottom, turning the whole surface of both mounds a pretty shade of red before moving to the tops of her legs, focusing just on the crease where bottom and thigh met.
“They get their naughty bottoms spanked, sir.”
“That’s right. And tonight, you’re going to get the paddle. Are you ready for it?” he asked, pausing, caressing the now warm flesh of her bottom.
“I don’t want the paddle, sir,” she cried, turning to him, her eyes pleading. “Can’t you just spank me with your hand a little longer?”
“We won’t be negotiating punishments, Amy,” he said, his tone stern. “Stand up.”
With his help, she stood, stumbling a little, wiping at her reddened eyes, her hair a mess around her face.
“Please, I really don’t want that! I understand what I did wrong and I’m sorry. I really am.”
Cade was standing too now and rubbing her arms, soothing her, trying to calm her.
“Punishment isn’t something most people want, Amy,” he said, undeterred. He was getting through to her, but he needed to be sure she understood him. He could not go easy on her. Not now.
“Please?” she begged once more, just clasping her hands together at her chest.
“Shh… It’s ok, you can do this. I love you, baby,” he coaxed, hugging her and rubbing her back until she calmed a little. “Are you ready?”