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Bound to the Sheriff by Libby Campbell

When she witnesses a violent incident while travelling to a nearby city to buy medicine for her village, twenty-one-year-old orphan Takyu is taken into custody by Sheriff Falcon Kingski. Locked in a cell for a humiliating interrogation, she soon learns that the stern, handsome lawman is not to be trifled with and defiance will earn her a sound spanking on her bare bottom.

The painful, embarrassing chastisement leaves Takyu sore yet intensely aroused, and it isn’t long before she has been claimed properly. Their bond grows stronger as they work together both to catch a dangerous fugitive and to uncover the cause of the illness ravaging her homeland, but when a secret Takyu has kept is exposed her punishment will be as thorough as it is shameful.

 

 

Publisher’s Note: Bound to the Sheriff is a stand-alone novel which is the third entry in the Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Libby Campbell

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 92,400 words

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Takyu suppressed the urge to scream at Falk for embarrassing her. Trembling, she dropped her hands to her sides, clenching and unclenching her fists. The more she thought about what had just happened, the angrier she became. Her pulse raced and even though her hair was tidied into one long braid, she knew it would be blazing scarlet.

Papers shuffled on Falk’s desk and his apparent indifference to her feelings infuriated her even more. Rage exploded in her veins. She yanked the ruler out of her panties and threw it at him, aiming wide. The ruler clattered to the floor beside him.

“That’s a passionate temper you have, minx.”

Takyu pulled her jeans back up and headed for the door. Falk got there first and blocked her way.

“I’ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life!” She punched him in the chest and immediately drew back her bruised hand. It had been like hitting wood.

He trapped her wrists and led her over to the desk. With one arm he swept the pile of papers onto the floor. With his other hand he bent her over it, breasts flattened on the desk, legs pushed against it to arch her backside in the air.

“Don’t you dare move,” he said, going to pick up the ruler.

In seconds he returned. This time he dragged her panties down with her jeans. The cool air chilled the spot where he’d smacked her with his hand. He pinned her to the desk with one hand and with the other laid the ruler across her naked cheeks. Hard. The sound echoed around the room as the pain registered.

Shocked, she howled and tried to kick back at him. Her heart thundered. A sheen of sweat broke out across her face.

He ignored her protests, delivering one stroke after another, across the softest part of her backside.

She wriggled. Twisted. Kicked some more, but never connected with him. Every time she gained an inch, he moved her back to position and delivered another stinging blow.

“The longer and harder you fight, the worse this is going to be.” His voice was calm.

She took a deep breath and kept herself still for the next stroke.

The ruler landed hard and definitive. She held her position, aware that the only sound in the room now was her panting breath. Then he dropped the ruler in front of her where she could see it.

Six soft swats with his hand landed on her sit spot. If he pressed against her private hole now, she knew she’d open for him. She’d willingly give him whatever he asked of her. Clenching her cheeks to stop her juices from revealing her arousal, she waited.

“That’s better,” he said. “You need to accept my authority.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, still bent over the desk. One large warm hand still pinned her in place.

With the other hand, he presented the ruler in front of her. She knew what to do. She kissed it.

His big hand wandered back to her burning cheeks. He caressed one buttock than another. “Like I said, you seem to enjoy this position. You seek it so often.”

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