After a cataclysmic earthquake destroys the campus of her small women’s college and everything in the surrounding area—and possibly much of the world—Lara is left wandering the woods in search of food, shelter, and other survivors. When she spends the night in a barn to escape the cold, however, she is surprised to be awoken by a tall, handsome Amish man.
When he startles Lara and she makes a run for it, Caleb Miller takes it upon himself to chase the frightened girl down and make sure she is provided with a hot meal and a warm place to sleep. But Lara is unlike any woman Caleb has ever set eyes on, and in spite of the circumstances, every moment they spend together leaves him more certain that she is meant to be his wife.
Though she is shocked when Caleb asks her to be his bride, Lara cannot deny her excitement at the thought of sharing his bed. But after accepting his proposal, she quickly discovers that his approach to wifely discipline is quite traditional indeed, and it isn’t long before she finds herself over his knee for a sound spanking on her bare bottom.
The stern chastisement leaves Lara’s cheeks blushing and her backside burning, yet it also arouses her deeply, and when her new husband takes her in his arms and makes her his own it is more pleasurable than she ever imagined. But will her body’s response to Caleb’s firm-handed dominance be enough to leave her in no doubt that she belongs with an old-fashioned man?
Author: Celeste Jones
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 39,100 words
The switch stung intensely. There was no gentle warmup. No playful interlude where he teased and tickled her with its thin, soft tip. None of that. Suddenly Caleb was all business.
The switch whooshed through the air a fraction of a second before contact and the sound made Lara tense up her muscles in anticipation of the impact.
“Relax, Lara. You’re making it worse for yourself.” Caleb’s hand gently brushed across her shoulders and down her back. He repeated the motion over and over at a slow and steady pace. Lara focused on her breathing and calmed her mind.
Then her punishment began in earnest. The slender strip of wood fell over and over across the bare cheeks of her bottom and Caleb varied his speed and intensity so that just when she began to think perhaps the punishment was over, another stripe landed on her tender rear end.
That little switch, which seemed like just a decoration when hung above the bed, was really a fearsome implement of correction. It prickled across her delicate flesh at random intervals, leaving hot, bright-pink welts in its wake.
Held firmly over Caleb’s lap, Lara’s only recourse was to writhe from side to side in an attempt to avoid the hateful switch. That only earned her sharp strokes of the implement to the backs of her thighs, which were even more excruciating than the lashes across her bottom. Frustrated and out of options, Lara finally accepted her punishment without further struggle.
As she gave herself over to the punishment, guilt about her behavior slowly ebbed away.
Any naughty thoughts she may have entertained moments before vanished in the onslaught of her punishment. With her senses limited, Lara focused on the reason for this spanking.
She had lied to Caleb and she had left her friends out in the cold. While they were tired and hungry, she had been feasting at the Miller family dining table. Guilt and shame filled her, but she found that with each successive impact of the switch on her bare flesh, some of the anguish left her. She had done wrong, she was remorseful, and now she was being punished. Once that was completed, she could put it all in the past and move on with her life. Her life with Caleb.
Though her mind and heart understood, her butt felt the brunt of it. With a flurry of quick, stinging strokes, Caleb finished the task and she started to relax into his touch.
She envisioned tiny electric sparks dancing down her back where his fingers stroked her spine. When her nose detected what could only be the shameful aroma of her arousal, she squirmed and attempted to clench her thighs together, hoping to stem the flow of her juices.
Caleb was not having it. The switch snaked its way from her knees up the inside of her thighs and forced her legs apart. Caleb slipped his thumb into her wet opening and probed the rim until he found the hard button of her desire. He used his fingers with surprising skill, pinching and teasing the nub of her clit until her hips bucked against his lap and what had started as punishment ended with a sweaty, squirmy, blushing orgasm.