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The Marshal’s Woman by Jordan St. John

Deputy US Marshal Virgil Cotton has dealt with his share of sassy women, but when he is given the task of protecting Tansy Fletcher, the governor’s beautiful, headstrong niece, it quickly becomes clear that she is in desperate need of a firm hand applied to her bare backside.

After she witnesses a murder by a ruthless crime boss in San Francisco while pursuing her aspirations as a newspaper reporter, Tansy becomes the target of the killer’s hired guns, and Virgil is tasked with escorting her to a remote Oregon ranch where she will hopefully be safe. He makes it clear he will expect her complete obedience during the journey, but the impetuous girl promptly tests him and earns herself a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.

Though Tansy is shocked to be punished in such a childish, humiliating fashion, Virgil’s dominance sets her desire burning as hot as her well-spanked behind. She longs to be taken in his arms, and when he claims her at last his skilled lovemaking leaves her utterly satisfied.

Upon reaching their destination, however, they discover that a shadowy gang of night riders is intimidating neighboring ranches into selling their land for mysterious reasons. Can Virgil thwart this band of outlaws and keep his woman out of harm’s way?

Publisher’s Note: The Marshal’s Woman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Jordan St. John

eBook Price: $4.95

Length: 58,500 Words


Tansy obeyed. Her heart pumping wildly, she calmly reached out and grasped the branch. Bending her torso forward made her posterior stick out. She imagined it was a lewd spectacle she presented. Her drawers were tight across the globes of her bottom in the bent-over posture.

She felt his arm pushing down on her back, holding her steady. He patted her thinly covered seat, and the feel of it sent thrills shooting up her spine as he rubbed and patted the globes of her derriere in preparation for her chastisement.

She stiffened as his fingers pulled the string of her drawers and the frilly undergarment fluttered to her ankles, but she nearly swooned when he put his hand back on her bottom.

“Sorry I got to do this, Miss Fletcher, but you have to learn,” he said.

“Go ahead, Marshal. Do your worst,” she said with a quivery bravado she didn’t really feel.

He stood back and lined up the belt. It struck, causing an explosion of sensation, a shockwave traveling from the wobbly flesh of her bottom though the rest of her body. Then again—a loud crack and a blaze of hot sting across her fanny. Additional licks created an intense tingling sensation. He spanked slowly and steadily, making each lick an event. After each stroke he paused to let the effect sink in. The belt spanks made her flesh burn. It began to sting worse now, not a buzzing tingle, but some serious heat. She shifted her feet in response, a dance of futility. The sound of the leather cracking down on her bare flesh resounded through the quiet clearing. He placed the belt lashes evenly, all over her fleshy behind from the tops of her legs to the crown of her buttocks.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasped.

“You going to slip off on me again? I want to make sure you understand this time.”

“No. No. I promise.”


“Oh, my!” Tansy waggled her posterior. Her bottom throbbed now, seared by the fire made by repeated strokes of the belt on her tender flesh.

Crack! A band of fire seared her flesh.

“Yeow! I’m sorry. Please, no more.”

With a final hard swat, Virgil relented. He unfurled the belt and put it back on.

Tansy turned and hugged him around the middle, burying her face in his chest. She gasped for breath and her eyes watered, but she had not broken down to cry. Maybe she should have.

Virgil encircled her with his arms. “Shush. It’s over now.” He hugged her tightly for a moment then pulled back. “Tansy, look at me.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his.

“Damn, but you do something to me, woman. I want you. I want you now.”

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