When Harriet Taylor travels from London to Aberdeen, Scotland, she’s hoping to get some juicy details for an article on Archie MacDonald, the Highland Games champion with a bad boy reputation. But after Harriet invades his privacy one time too many, Archie decides to teach the beautiful, feisty reporter a lesson with the aid of his firm hand applied to her bare bottom.
The punishment leaves Harriet blushing and sore yet deeply aroused, and as the stern, sexy Scotsman brings her to one shattering climax after another she finds herself longing for him to claim her properly. But with memories of the terrible loss he suffered years ago still haunting Archie, can Harriet find a place in his heart or will she end up with nothing but a good story?
Author: Tabitha Rayne
eBook Price: $2.99
Length: 27,800 words
As Archie lifted his hand from her back, she almost felt a piece of her slip out with it, a vision of herself, a spec in the woods with the whole world focusing in on this space around her suddenly took her over. Like an out-of-body experience she watched from afar as Archie raised his magnificent arm.
Harriet heard it first and wondered for a moment if she’d imagined everything again and Archie was chopping logs while she watched in a lustful hallucinatory haze. Then suddenly her buttocks clenched hard as heat and pain seared through them. Her whole body was alight and her instinct to reach back and shield her painful ass was met with another ferocious spanking before her hand could make it.
“Just steady yerself, lass,” Archie said, pausing for a second to take her arm and place it gently back in front of her next to the other.
Her nails dug into the ground as she nodded and braced herself, determined to let go and see where this took her. Memories of Kiss, Cuddle, and Torture during school playtimes flashed through her mind and it was a thrill and a comfort to recognize that she liked this sort of thing.
Stillness, silence then, thwack, a bolt of pain shot through her once more and she tensed, resisting the urge to yelp. Her clothes now felt hot and restrictive and she was furious that she was wearing jeans. It was sore enough through the thick denim but part of her wished to feel flesh on flesh. Archie must have been reading her thoughts as at that moment he lifted her by the hips with both hands and reached round underneath her body to her flies.
She released a groan as his thick fingers fumbled with the button and zipper. Harriet wriggled as the seam of her crotch rode up into her lips as he tugged and pulled. He began to do it more deliberately, rhythmically and she squirmed deeper, spreading her thighs as he dipped his face behind her ear and growled.
“So ye do like it. You want me to drag yer knickers off right here and spank ye, splayed open for all the world to see.”
Harriet had never felt an actual gush of arousal leave her body before but a wave of pleasure so intense at the thought of Archie doing what he had just said caused her knickers to be drenched in her excitement.
“I’m asking you something.” He finally released the fastening of her jeans and was about to drag them off but he stopped. “Is that what you want? You want me to punish you for your wanton ways?”
Harriet nodded and earned herself a sharp slap to the back of her thigh.
“I cannae hear you.”
“Yes, yes, of course I fucking do. Just get on with it. I want you to spank me and fuck me whichever way you please.”