“This will not be a harsh punishment. Only a little discipline to remind you never to call yourself ugly again.” He brought his hand down in a splat across both cheeks. It was not a gentle swat, but it wasn’t hard enough to cause anything but a sting. The next stroke caught the lowest part of her left cheek, and an identical stroke on her right quickly followed.
“Are you ever going to put yourself down again, Willow?” he asked sternly.
“No, sir,” she responded. Like before when she’d been over his lap, she felt completely submissive and eager to please him.
“Three more swats to make sure of that,” he said.
The spanks were delivered sharply one after the other and built up sufficient burning on her posterior to elicit a yelp at the end, but the discipline was much, much more lenient compared to the first spanking.
He rubbed her bottom. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Mmmn, no, and that feels nice.”
“Your bottom is perfect. Soft skin. Plump little cheeks.” He gave one cheek a gratuitous squeeze before continuing to rub.
“You liked spanking me just now, didn’t you?” she asked, without any accusation in her tone.
He stopped rubbing. “I liked it about as much as you did.”
“I didn’t at all. You spank hard, and it hurts.”
“Hmm,” he responded. “I’m going to ask you to do something, and you can say no if you want. Alright?”
She didn’t know what he could possibly want her to do while in her current position, but she nodded. In that moment, she would have done anything he asked. The feeling of his hand on her bottom in such a proprietary, loving fashion caused her to feel especially obedient.
“Spread your legs and allow me to touch between them.”
Her breath caught. Never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed he would ask that. “What? Why?” she asked hoarsely.
“Because I want to prove something, and I also want to give you pleasure.” He smoothed his hand over her bottom down to her thigh, resting it there.
She looked at him over her shoulder and met his gaze. His expression was intense, but there was kindness in his eyes. “Remember, you can say no.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Brave girl,” he said. He smiled, and there was a glint of wickedness in his smile that made him appear just the slightest bit dangerous. “Go ahead then.”
Her heart picked up speed, but she was resolved to do as he asked. She buried her head in the quilt and shifted. She moved her thighs apart slightly, barely an inch. She lacked the courage to move them more, but Heath took over. He guided her leg toward him, then gently pushed her other leg away so that it dropped down over his knee and her toes touched the floor. She felt obscenely exposed with her legs sprawled so far apart, and the fanning of cool air that brushed her sex accentuated her exposure.
She held her breath as the tips of his calloused fingers scraped over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, from her inner knee upward, touching her with such exquisite slowness she felt as though she might burst before his fingers reached their destination.
When his fingers finally dipped into her slit, she convulsed and grasped the quilt with both hands. Heath took in a sharp breath. “It’s as I expected,” he said, his voice a rumbling growl. He slid a finger further, touching the little bundle of nerves and swirling his finger around it languidly.
Willow arched her back and gasped. The touch was more than she could stand, but she also didn’t want him to stop. “What’s as you expected?” she whimpered.
His finger stopped swirling, and he removed his hand briefly, before landing two heavy pats to her mound. He grasped the entirety of her pussy possessively. “You’re wet for me. You enjoyed that spanking as much as I did, and you’re aching for me to enter you, aren’t you, Willow?”
“I-I don’t know,” she said. But she did know. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
“Don’t lie,” he said mildly, giving her mound another spank. This time the swat landed painfully over her little nub, but the pain was quickly followed by pleasure as he resumed stroking around her sensitized sex. […]
Editorial Review
Amelia Smarts is back in the saddle again with a sweet but sexy western romance! Sparks fly and bottoms burn as Ms. Smarts brings the old west to life in the way that only she can. This is, without a doubt, one of the best books I have read this year. ~USA Today Bestselling Author Kelly Dawson
About Bringing Trouble Home
Widowed rancher Heath Wolfe worries he’s making a big mistake by bringing Willow McAllister home to his ranch. A known troublemaker around town, she can’t seem to keep a job or avoid skirmishes with the law, so the town marshal implores Heath to help. While Heath agrees to employ Willow, he certainly won’t allow misbehavior, and he’s even prepared to take the willful young lady over his knee for a sound spanking if warranted.
Orphaned and alone for several years, nineteen-year-old Willow is used to taking care of herself. She sleeps wherever she can find a soft surface and roams freely. She doesn’t drink whiskey every night and she only steals when she has to, so it doesn’t seem fair when the marshal insists she give up her freedom to work for Heath. She suspects that the rancher is as humorless as he is handsome.
Heath and Willow are as different as two people can be, but a tentative friendship forms. Old habits die hard, though, and it doesn’t take long for Willow to engage in familiar shenanigans. When problems arise, will Heath regret bringing trouble home, or has Willow finally found a man who can steer her straight?
Publisher’s Note: Bringing Trouble Home is a standalone story in the Lost and Found in Thorndale series. It contains sexual scenes and adult punishment spanking. If that doesn’t appeal to you, please don’t buy this book.
*Cover design by Eris Adderly
*Edited by Maggie Ryan
*Beta read by Kelly Dawson and Susannah Shannon
I’m excited to share that the third standalone book in my Mail-Order Grooms series, Justice for Elsie, is live on Amazon! It’s only $2.99 or free if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber. This will likely be the last book published as part of this series.
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