The Gunslingers Woman



A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is his quick draw enough to keep her safe?

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The last thing nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang.

Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.

Though Danny’s firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?

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

Excerpt 1:

She reached for his gun, to remove it from the holster, so she could wipe it clean, then she froze as she remembered exactly what Danny was. He was a gunfighter. A killer. Entirely the wrong type of man to be lusting after. Danny didn’t wear a gun just for protection, as she and her brothers sometimes did; his guns were a part of him. They defined him. Without his guns, Danny Coulter, the fastest gun in the west, would be nothing.

“Leave it.” His command was hoarse, there was pain in his voice, but there was no denying the dominant manner in which it was said. “You bandage me up, I’ll clean my gun. Nobody touches my guns.”

“It won’t take long to clean it.”

“I said leave it.” His fingers took hold of her chin then, and he tilted her face up to look at him. “You know what will happen if you disobey me.” His threat rumbled in her ear, sending waves of electricity through her. Yes, she knew exactly what would happen. Her buttocks clenched again, involuntarily, at the thought, and she held her breath. The air was too thick to breathe again. She could feel her face flushing as the waves of electricity surging through her reached that aching juncture between her thighs.

“You’re hurt,” she pointed out.

He smiled in spite of the pain, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he looked down at her. “Not too hurt to spank a naughty girl who disobeys.” As if to prove his point, he drew back his hand and smacked her bottom, reigniting the burn Her eyes widened in shock as she reached back to rub out the sting. Hurt or not, his hard hand was still strong. She felt a spasm right in her very core at his touch. His dominance turned her insides to mush.

The hand that had smacked her returned to her chin and he tilted her face sideways slightly so he could whisper huskily in her ear. “So leave my guns alone.”

“Yes sir,” she breathed.

Excerpt 2:

She gasped as Danny’s huge, hard hand connected with her bottom, the force of the swat reverberating through her. His hand landed again and she gritted her teeth against the pain, determined not to cry out, lest the townsfolk hear her.

“You need to be taught a lesson in manners, and in controlling your temper,” Danny scolded, punctuating his words with another fiery swat.

Jeannie hissed at the fire that tore through her backside, unable to believe that someone who had been half dead just two days ago was smacking her so thoroughly now. She straightened and stood up as he removed his hand from between her shoulder blades, relieved that it was over so soon.

“No, stay there, this isn’t finished. Take down your pants – you’re going to get this spanking on the bare.”

“No!” Jeannie gasped, horrified. “You can’t!”

“I’m too sore to spank you hard enough to have much of an impact,” Danny said. “So it’s either your bare behind, or I use my belt. What’s it to be?”

What a choice. Jeannie groaned. “It’s having an impact, believe me!” she cried. “It’s hurting a lot!”

Danny looked at her sternly, his dark gaze smouldering as he fixed his eyes on hers, sending electricity rippling down her spine. His stern stare sent heat to her very core. “What’s it to be?” he asked softly, dangerously. “Will you take down your pants or am I taking off my belt?”

The sting Danny’s hand was inflicting through her pants was bad enough, no way did she want to feel it on her bare skin. But his belt? She shuddered at the thought of the leather slapping against her bottom. Even through her heavy canvas pants, she knew it would hurt. The sting in her bottom contradicted his claim that he couldn’t spank her very hard at the moment due to his injury – the thought of his belt against her tender bottom truly scared her.

“I’ll pull my pants down,” she mumbled, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She looked at the ground, hoping Danny wouldn’t see the shame flooding through her.

“Go on then,” he urged her.

Her fingers were shaking as she fumbled with the buttons on her pants, undoing them slowly then pushing them down to her knees. She tugged her short lace drawers down too – the only concession she made to femininity. She shivered as the cool air rippled across her bare skin, kissing her with a chilly breeze. She kept her back to Danny, trying to keep her most intimate places hidden from his view. She was mortified. But despite her shame, she could feel a slickness between her legs that wasn’t there before, and a tingling ache that left her wanting.

“Put your hands back on the wagon and bend over, just as you were before.”

She shook her head. I can’t do this. Panic rose up within her. Maybe she couldn’t escape from her punishment, but neither could she participate in it. If Danny wanted her bent over, he’d have to put her in that position.

Danny’s hand went to his waist. “Do I need to take off my belt?” He looked at her sternly, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes flashing with impatience.

Inhaling sharply, she shook her head furiously and forced herself to obey. She placed first one hand on the side of the wagon and then the other, fighting to calm her racing heart.

“Good, now bend over.”

Danny’s voice was smooth, a low rumble that sent sparks through her. His hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down, gave her the strength she needed to position herself as he demanded, and she took comfort in the presence of his restraining hand.

The first smack of his hard, rough hand against her bare skin took her breath away. It stung so much more without the protection of her pants. Never had she been spanked on her bare bottom before, and the indignity of it was almost as intolerable as the pain. A second slap followed quickly after the first, and the third one made her cry out.

“Unless you want the townsfolk to witness your spanking, I suggest you keep quiet,” Danny admonished quietly. “You earned this spanking, now you can stand there and take it.”

Excerpt 3:

He could tell that Jeannie was nervous, yet she seemed eager as he ridded them both of their pants. When he felt her hand enclose around his hard cock he thought he would explode then and there. Instead, he forced himself to hold off, to enjoy her body, to make this time – her first, he was sure – special.

She stiffened when he put a hand between her legs. But when he prised her thighs apart with his fingers, she complied and stepped her feet apart, giving him access to her most intimate of places. Lowering his head, he blew gently across her mound, smiling in satisfaction at the shiver that rippled through her body.

He heard her gasp when he pressed one finger inside her, gently stretching her so she would be able to accommodate his girth. He felt her tense up beneath him as he moved his finger in circles, slowly sliding in and out, then her back arched and her pelvis rose to meet him. He inserted another finger, stretching her wider. She gave a small squeak as his second finger entered her, and her pussy clenched around him, squeezing his fingers tightly. He waited a moment, holding his hand still, until she relaxed, then he moved in a gentle rhythm, in and out, around and around, as she pressed herself back against the hay, her body writhing beneath him, as he fucked her with his thick fingers.

Even in the dim light, he could see her smile. Pulling his fingers from her gently, he changed position, straddling her instead, his knees on either side of her, his face inches from hers. He touched the tip of his cock against her, the soft tufts of hair nestled between her legs tickling him.

Excerpt 4:

The town was silent, dead still. Even the sheriff was hiding. Three outlaws were facing Danny, and she knew there would be more somewhere, hiding, waiting for their moment. She stuffed her fist into her mouth to stifle her scream as she realised that her gunslinger was about to be killed, right in front of her very eyes, before she even had the chance to marry him. Tommy had his arm around her, protectively, and she leaned back against him, trying to calm her racing heart. She felt safe, knowing her brothers would take care of her, but she was terrified for Danny, knowing that an entire outlaw gang was waiting to kill him.

Tommy’s arms tightened around her at the crack of gunfire. She couldn’t watch, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away, either. She jumped, her whole body shuddering, as the loud crack of the gunshot vibrated through her. She pressed her hands to her eyes, fighting valiantly to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. She knew Danny didn’t stand a chance. He was just one man, against an entire outlaw gang. He was totally alone; she knew that anyone who moved in his defence, would instantly be shot by one of the snipers the Mullins gang had put on the roof of the saloon. Danny would be getting no help. This was one fight he had to win on his own.

Another shot echoed through the town. Terrified, she prised her hands away from her eyes just in time to see a whirlwind of motion. Danny was moving so fast he was a blur. He was running, shooting, somersaulting, then diving for cover behind a water trough. She looked at the street. Two of the outlaws who had faced him off lay dead in the street. The third one fired, his bullet ricocheting off the trough where Danny crouched, hidden. Water spilled out of the hole, turning the dusty street to mud.

She couldn’t look; she covered her eyes again. But after a few seconds of silence she couldn’t help herself. She peeked through the tiny cracks between her fingers. Danny shot from behind the water trough and his bullet hit its marks – the third outlaw fell. But where were the others? Her mind was in a panic. Where were the other outlaws? She wanted to scream, she wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare. She wanted to walk down the aisle of the church on Emmett’s arm to marry her handsome gunslinger, just as she was supposed to be doing, not standing here at the edge of the street waiting, to watch him be killed.

Hairs stood up on the back of her neck. She pulled her eyes away from her face in alarm. What was going on? The outlaw on the roof of the saloon had somehow moved, and was now directly above Danny, a rifle pointing directly on him. It must have been instinct that had him roll away just in time, to new cover behind a barrel, a fraction of a second before the bullet exploded in the water trough, sending droplets of water splashing everywhere, the sun glinting off them like broken glass.

She gasped, turned, and pressed her face into Tommy’s shirt. She couldn’t watch. She couldn’t bear to see Danny killed. Tommy held her, shielding her, keeping her safe. But he couldn’t keep Danny safe. The reality hit her like a wave and shook her, and she stuffed her fingers in her ears in an effort to block out the noise, but when the next pistol shot rang out her whole body shook. Biting her tongue, she stifled a scream, but a terrified, heartbroken, desperate whimper escaped her lips. Another shot, and tears spilled from her eyes. There were just too many of them – Danny couldn’t possibly win.

Author Bio:

Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!

A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 7 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!

She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

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