Christmas with the Sheriff by Korey Mae Johnson

He’s a tall, handsome, sexy as hell sheriff, and she’s been in love with him for as long as she can remember. There’s just one thing keeping Joanna Menard out of Jack Fawkes’ arms. Her pride.

Well, that and the fact that he spanked her like a naughty little girl a few years back.

Not a few playful swats over her jeans, either. A real spanking, with her pants down, meant to teach an eighteen-year-old who thinks she can do whatever she wants a stern, shameful lesson.

If the brute thinks that just because she’s home for Christmas it means she’ll want to see him, he can go straight to hell and take his steely eyes, gravelly voice, and big, strong hands all with him.

Because she’s not the slightest bit interested in seeing Jack, she definitely didn’t bring herself to a blushing climax in the shower this morning while imagining him doing all sorts of filthy things to her, and she’s absolutely not going to spend the holidays in his company… or in his bed.

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Author: Korey Mae Johnson

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Length: 24,000 words

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“Jack, don’t,” she pleaded as he slashed the switch through the air in a practice swing.

Then the switch lashed down on her already burning backside and she screamed.

Another stroke landed a moment later and she screamed again, then began to beg in earnest.

It wasn’t really about coherent words at this point, she just needed Jack to understand that she was as sorry as it was possible to be and no amount of switching could make her any sorrier. He didn’t seem to agree, though, and his hand on the small of her back kept her pinned to the arm of the couch despite her best efforts to squirm away as he welted every inch of her bottom.

Jack had stopped scolding her, clearly believing that everything that needed saying had been said and now his mission was just to ensure that he didn’t have to do this again any time soon.

If only he knew that he’d accomplished that goal already… The switch was absolutely unbearable, and it wasn’t just the infernal sting that was humbling her, either. She just felt so… naked. She was exposed, totally and utterly, with her bare, thoroughly punished bottom in the air, her back arched, and everything on display for the man who was chastising her so relentlessly.

And then, just like that, it was over. Jo heard Jack toss the switch aside, but she didn’t move—she just lay there, bent over the arm of the sofa, crying into the seat cushion.

“It’s alright, baby,” he cooed, rubbing her back gently. “It’s done with. Forgotten.”

Jo continued to cry until he picked her up and settled himself down on the sofa, this time with her sitting on his lap rather than bottom-up over it. She wrapped her arms tightly around his chest and hid her face in his shirt as he continued to comfort her.

When she was finally herself again, Jo looked up at Jack with glassy eyes, and he cupped her face in his hands. Then he kissed her—hard. Harder than she had ever been kissed. And suddenly it wasn’t just her bottom that was burning. Everything between her legs was now on fire.

She kissed back, then reached down and started undoing his buckle.

“We’ll save my belt for next time you’re really naughty,” he said with a predatory grin.

That shouldn’t have made her smile, and it certainly shouldn’t have made her pussy clench.

“…although perhaps I should punish you for that big wet spot you’re leaving on my jeans.”