Colton Jenkins is without question the sexiest man Josie Dixon has ever met, and as the assistant wedding manager at the CLAS ranch, she has the chance to fantasize about him every day. But Colton is an old-fashioned cowboy, the kind who isn’t afraid to take a woman in hand, and Josie knows what dating him would mean. Not only would she find herself over his knee with her panties down for a spanking as often as he felt it necessary, she would be calling him daddy.
Despite Colton’s best efforts to remain professional around Josie, when he catches her snooping around on his computer he decides it is long past time for her to be taught a stern lesson, and soon the beautiful spitfire is kicking and crying as her cute little bottom is thoroughly punished.
Though being bared and chastised is the most embarrassing moment of her life, when Colton tells Josie she’s a naughty little girl and she knows it, all she can do is hope her arousal hasn’t left too obvious of a wet spot on his jeans. But when he takes her in his arms and shows her what it would mean to belong to him, will she be ready for her ranch daddy to master her completely?
Author: Shanna Handel
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 55,400 words
Before another word could form on my lips, his giant, paddle-like hand came down, hard on the center of my sweatpants. The thin cotton material gave me no protection. A stinging throb danced over my skin. I could not wrap my mind around how one single spank could inflict so much pain. “Ye-ow! Oh, my God, no way. That hurt!” From behind my back, a chuckle rose. My shock turned to anger. “Are you laughing? Are you seriously laughing right now, you… you… masochist!”
“Honey, I’m not a masochist—that’s someone who enjoys receiving pain. I think you were referring to a sadist. Which I am not. I’m just a firm-handed cowboy who enjoys dishing out a good sound paddling on an ass like yours. And, for the record, I’m laughing because, for someone who wiggled their ass in front of me so many times, you sure aren’t taking your spanking like a lady.”
“How does one ‘take a spanking like a lady’? Ouch!” Another sharp slap struck my bottom, this time on the center of my right cheek. A fire burned where his hand landed. The area covered by his first spank started a dull throbbing next to the fresh sting.
“A little more class, a little less protesting. Act like you’re at least a little sorry for what you’ve done.” His hand came down on my left cheek. Then again, in the very same spot. I sucked air between my teeth as the pain intensified. My right side throbbed, my left side burned. Two spanks in a row created three times the sensation. Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes.
“I… I am sorry!” And I was getting even more sorry by the second! His hand rose and landed again on the right side, then the left. I cried out again as he continued his pattern. Right, left. All thought erased from my mind, and my only focus was the stinging, burning fire he was lighting on my poor ass.
“You’re going to be even sorrier when I get these pants down and spank you on the bare for trying to run.”
I froze. My breathing stopped. All pain was forgotten as a dull, creeping fear of humiliation rose in me. Was Colton going to bare my bottom? Slowly, I turned my head over my shoulder. “You can’t mean…” But his hand were already beneath my waist, tugging at the elastic band while still managing to keep me pinned to the bench seat, stopping me from pulling a runner. Moments later my sweats and panties were tugged down to the tops of my thighs. A chilly night breeze caressed my already sore, and now very nude, ass. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Already pink,” he said, giving my bare bottom a light smack. His palm spanking my bare skin made a loud smacking sound that caused my pussy to pulse and dampen. Humiliation began to creep up my neck, causing a burning in my face as I felt my bare bottom jiggle from the impact of his hand.
This was not happening. Colton Jenkins may be my crush, but he did not need to see my bare ass for the first time bent over his brother’s truck while he was spanking it! Tears sprang into my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.
“You can’t be doing this stuff, Josie. I know you have your superhuman computer skills, but you can’t use them for your own means. It just isn’t right. And even though it wasn’t my business before, I’ve heard through the grapevine that this isn’t your first offense invading someone’s privacy like that. This time, it’s my privacy, so as I see it, you’ve made it my business. And I’m here to tell you that your cyber meddling is a bad idea and you’re only going to get yourself into trouble. And it’s wrong.” He continued to pepper my jiggling, sore bottom with hard smacks as he lectured me. “Just because you have the ability to do something, doesn’t mean you should.”
The reality of what I had done began to sink in. With his scolding words and the punishing spanks that were stinging my behind, I felt remorse. He was right—this wasn’t the first time I had invaded someone’s privacy online. (But if I ever found out who had told him, so help me, I would download a virus on them so fast.) Breaking into Colton’s computer to read his email was a downright nasty thing to do. Tears came in sobs and my hips wiggled in earnest as the spanking continued.
“I’m sorry, I truly am!” I cried. And I was. I continued to cry, laying my chest flat on the bench. I was defeated. There was no fight left in me. I had done something very wrong, and I was being properly punished for it.