In the years since the tragic death of her parents, Jedda-Lyn Cross has given everything she has to keep the family ranch running. She has grown accustomed to getting no help at all from her alcoholic brother, but when his violent, sadistic friend tries to make Jedda his wife against her will, it is the last straw.
Her attacker is the son of the richest family in the area and the corrupt sheriff stands ready to do his bidding, which leaves Jedda with no alternative but to get out of town in a hurry. With no money and no horse, her best chance of making her escape comes in the form of a soon-to-be-departing cattle drive led by the famous trail boss Wes Jordan. But a young woman has little hope of gaining employment on a cattle drive, so drastic measures are required…
Wes is none too pleased when he discovers that the new drover he hired is actually a beautiful twenty-two-year-old woman disguised as a boy, but after hearing Jedda’s story he promises to protect her. As he quickly realizes, however, that will be easier said than done. Jedda is sassy, headstrong, and in serious need of a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and when her reckless disregard for her own safety finally pushes him too far, Wes takes her firmly in hand.
After a painful, humiliating punishment from the handsome trail boss, Jedda is left with her bottom burning and her mind set awhirl. In spite of everything, she aches for Wes to take her in his arms, and when at last he does the pleasure of his skillful, passionate lovemaking nearly takes her breath away. But with her obsessed former suitor and his hired guns still after her, can she bring herself to accept the fact that, for a man like Wes, risking his life to protect the woman he loves is just part of what it means to live by the code of the west?
Author: Kelly Dawson
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“You let me go!” Jed yelled, her voice breaking. “You’re nothing but a brute!” Mr. Jordan stopped spanking her and stood her up.
“I can see this isn’t getting through to you,” he growled. He held her arm tightly as his other hand went to her waist. “We’ll take your pants down and try again.”
Jed struggled with all her might, kicking at Mr. Jordan’s shins, desperately trying to get away, but her attempt was futile. She was no match for the big trail boss’s strength. Having undone the buttons on her pants, he slid them down her thighs, bunching them around her knees. She kicked at him again in a downward stomping motion and saw him wince when the toe of her boot connected with his ankle.
“Right,” he snarled. “You’ve just earned yourself a bare-bottom spanking.”
“No!” Jed yelled, trying to pull away, but Mr. Jordan held her fast as he untied her drawers and let them fall.
Mortified, she tried to cover herself with her hands. This wasn’t right! It wasn’t proper! But Mr. Jordan didn’t seem to notice her nakedness as his big hand enclosed around both her wrists and he bent her back over his thigh.
The flat of his hand scorched her bottom again, the tips of his long fingers landing inside the crevice of her bottom cheeks.
She let out a shriek. She’d been hurting before, but it was nothing like the pain Mr. Jordan was inflicting on her now. With nothing between her tender skin and Mr. Jordan’s rough, calloused hand, each smack stung like fire. She kicked and struggled, well aware that he would be able to see everything between her legs, but powerless to stop fighting. As his hand landed again and again, she blushed furiously at the thought of him looking at her most intimate parts. Would he be able to see the wetness she could feel gathered there?