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The Bishop’s First Bride, by Rayanna Jamison

 

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Rayanna Jamison is sharing a fun excerpt from her book The Bishop’s First Bride. It is the third in her polygamy series, and was my first polygamy story.

I really enjoyed it. It was fresh and sweet, and romantic. And it really opened my eyes to the polygamy community. (But if I were Rosa, I would have done the same thing. You’ll see. 🙂 Read the excerpt!)

 

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Carolyn stopped short in front of them, and immediately began to fawn over Luke, and ignore

the fact that Rosa was even there.

“Lucas Miller! Is that you? Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! It’s been what, two years?”

Carolyn drawled, grabbing Luke to her chest in a forced hug. Luke sent Rosa a deer caught in

headlights look, and carefully disentangled himself from the force that was Carolyn.

Rosa breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, Luke had it under control. He had always known just

how to handle Carolyn.

“Carolyn.” Luke’s greeting was short but kind. He was never unkind-he would make a wonderful

bishop, Rosa knew.

“Luke” Carolyn drawled, running a finger across his chest suggestively. “Is that any way to greet

an old friend?” Carolyn puffed out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout and Rosa couldn’t stop

herself from rolling her eyes.

Luke was too nice. He actually fell for Carolyn’s pouting, and apologized for his short greeting.

Rosa couldn’t believe it. She had always thought Luke too smart for Carolyn’s wiles, and now

with a pout and an eyelash flutter he was eating out of her hand?

“I’m sorry Carolyn- that was rude of me. It’s nice to see you. You look well. Surely, you

remember Rosa Collins?”

Carolyn smiled at Rosa for a half of a second before turning her attention back to Luke. “Are you

just in town for the day Lucas? I’ve just finished my last class of the day, and I was heading over

to this little café over yonder to get a snack. Why don’t you say goodbye to your friend and meet

me over there in a few minutes?”

Rosa saw red. She didn’t even wait to see how Lucas would respond as all rational thought had

left her brain at that point.

She sidestepped in front of Lucas, so that she was effectively wedged between Lucas and

Carolyn, and putting both hands in front of her gave Carolyn a mighty shove- causing her to fall

backwards into the street, right in a mud puddle. “I’m not his friend- I’m his fiancée!”

Carolyn just sat sputtering in the middle of the mud puddle- big crocodile tears forming in her

eyes. “Well- I never!”

“Yeah? Well maybe you should never just a little more often! Why don’t you learn to act like a

lady, and keep your hands off of my man! That’s right Carolyn- he’s mine, and we’re getting

married in three weeks. Forgive me if your invitation gets lost in the mail!” Rosa was screaming

and beginning to create quite a scene, before Luke jumped into action.

Rosa was still screaming choice words at Carolyn, when Luke stepped forward and graciously

helped her out of the puddle- which only served to make Rosa angrier.

Her brain completely left her then, and when Luke reached down and offered Carolyn his hand,

Rosa pushed him over too! Carolyn saw it coming, and scooted out of the way, and Luke fell in

the puddle beside her with a splash, spraying more mud to cover her face and the front of her

dress.

That’s when Rosa finally realized she had gone too far. She watched horrified, as a scowling,

unamused Lucas rose from the puddle. His eyes were dark as he sent her a warning glance

before turning and helping Carolyn out of the puddle.

Walking up to her, he leaned in close. “Do.not.move” he told her, his voice hard between gritted teeth.

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Blurb:

Rosa Collins was only sixteen when she received a vision telling her of her future husband.

Knowing that her husband would be Lucas, the Bishop’s son, and future Bishop of Green

Valley, both thrilled and terrified her. They were a match made in heaven, she knew, perfect for

each other.

But becoming the Bishop’s Wife is harder than Rosa anticipated. She struggles to transform

herself into the perfect Bishop’s Wife that her husband needs.

Lucas misses the real Rosa. Somewhere between getting married, and becoming the future

Bishop’s wife, his beloved wife has lost part of herself. Lucas knows that a good, old fashioned

spanking is exactly what Rosa needs to help her find balance in her unrealistic expectations of

what the perfect wife should be. But, try as he might, that balance doesn’t come easily for Rosa,

and it certainly didn’t help that her high school nemesis kept popping up and making trouble.

Will Lucas help her realize that all he wants is for his wife to be happy? Can Rosa pull herself

together enough to become the Bishop’s First Wife?

 

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Meredith O’Reilly visits! “Learning to be Little Again”

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I’m so happy to have my friend, Meredith O’Reilly visiting me today with her brand new AP! 🙂

A little Thanks!

Hi Katherine! I just wanted to say thank you so much for having me on your blog today!  

 

Blurb

Twenty four year old Juliana once loved being a little, until the cruelty of the man she had called daddy broke her heart and she decided to never be little again. But when she fails to take care of herself and becomes ill, a worried friend brings her to Dr. Robert O’Connor, claiming that he will understand what she needs. Juliana is embarrassed and nervous, but to her surprise, Robert gives her a teddy bear and tells her a fairy tale to help her relax. Though the exam is intimate and thorough, Juliana feels safe the whole time and hopes afterwards that she’ll see more of the handsome doctor.

 

From the moment Robert heard about Juliana’s past, he wanted nothing more than to take away her pain and make sure she never has to worry about anyone hurting her again. He is thrilled when he asks her out and she shyly agrees. Though Juliana claims she doesn’t want to be a little anymore, he longs to prove to her that age play with him is nothing to fear. Robert is a patient man, and before long Juliana is calling him “daddy”, playing with her dolls, and coloring. He delights in taking care of her every need, dressing her in footie pajamas, and brushing her hair. Even when Juliana is disobedient and Robert has to put his baby girl over his knee and spank her bare bottom, it is always followed by plenty of loving hugs and cuddles.

 

Soon Juliana is eating more and sleeping better, and feels healthier than she has in a long time. But when the man who once abused her skips bail and threatens to hurt her if she continues to see her new daddy, she becomes terrified. Will she ever be free to relax in her daddy’s arms, knowing he will keep his little girl safe from everything and love her no matter what?

Publisher’s Note: Learning to be Little Again is a stand-alone sequel to Little Samantha’s Choice. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, age play, medical play, anal play, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

 Snippet (Juliana is talking to her friends Joey and Samantha when she realizes that she forgot to get Robert a present for Valentine’s Day!)

“Are you guys getting excited for Valentine’s Day?” Samantha asked, as Dora the Explorer began.

“Oh no! I completely forgot!” I said, smacking myself in the head. After all Robert had done for me, how could I forget Valentine’s Day?

“I am. I made my mommy some neat picture frames. Then, as my wife, she’ll have roses delivered to her at work and I got her some new… a new outfit and diamond earrings,” Joey said, smiling like a fool.

“Did you get Jackson anything yet?” I turned to ask Samantha. I was starting to feel bad. What kind of a girlfriend am I if I can’t even remember Valentine’s Day?

“Yeah! I drew him some pictures of us. Then for later, I got him his favorite milk chocolate candies and an expensive watch that I’ve known he’s wanted for a while.”

“That’s nice,” I said as I began to panic. Sure, Robert and I had only been dating since New Year’s, and that was just about a month in a half. But I knew him. He was going to go all out for me. I had to get him something nice. What should I get him?

“Hey, you okay, Juliana?”

I shook my head. “I-I don’t have anything for Robert. What do I get him?”

“Make him something. All mommies and daddies love when they get homemade stuff,” Joey said.

I could do that. I liked making crafts. “But what do I get the adult him?”

“Anything you think he’ll like. You could get him a watch or maybe buy some new lingerie for yourself and surprise him,” Samantha said.

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea. I’ll have to think about it.” I leaned back on the couch and settled in to watch TV.

 

Author Bio Meredith O’Reilly is a rather new author. She still can’t believe that she has had two stories published. As of right now, she is currently only writing age play stories, however she is trying to branch out and find another genre of stories to write for.

In her spare time, Meredith goes to school, watches a little too much Netflix, and experiments with learning how to cook new things in the kitchen. Mostly she tries to balance her life between school work and author work. That’s a task that is easier said than done, most times.

 

You can contact Meredith from one of these links!

http://meredithoreillyromancenovels.blogspot.com/

https://twitter.com/oreilly29

https://www.facebook.com/people/Meredith-OReilly/100005903835160

http://www.amazon.com/Meredith-OReilly/e/B00M6ALGZK/

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8421046.Meredith_O_Reilly

 

Buy Links

Amazon

Blushing Books – coming soon!

Kobo

Barnes and Noble

AllRomance

Thank you for having me over Katherine! 🙂

 

 

No spankings? How about a good curry? Penny Alley visits

Happy first day of October! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, and I am gearing up for a full month of trick or treating. So bring on the paranormals!

One of my favorite authors, just published her brand new paranormal romance. It was so freaking good, I couldn’t put it down! (I bought it and started reading late last night, then finished it tonight.)

I loved Karly’s Wolf as much as I loved Incubus Moon (and that is saying a lot!)

This book was jam packed with heart pounding adventure, wonderful alpha dominance, hot werewolves, and a killer plot.

I freaking LOVED this book!

 

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So for those of you that haven’t been introduced to Maren Smith’s paranormal / non spanking side, come meet Penny Alley. 🙂

Katherine Deane: How long have you been writing?

 

Penny Alley: I have been writing since I was 15 or so, and it was spanking stories right from the start.

Katherine Deane:  Who came first- Penny or Maren? spanking fiction or paranormal?

 

Penny Alley:  Maren Smith came first. Actually, Denise Hall came first. That was my first alias and it was for BDSM stories, rather harsh non-con themes.

Katherine Deane: What’s the biggest difference between the two?

 

Penny Alley:  Penny Alley is the alias I use for mainstream paranormal romances that do not have spanking in it. I wanted that alias because I want Maren Smith fans to know that every single Maren Smith book they pick up will have spanking in it as a part of the plot and dynamic.

Katherine Deane: Which is your favorite? Or what are your favorite things about each?

 

Penny Alley:  I don’t have a favorite. I love spanking romances. Spanking is a big part of my life. I life a DD lifestyle with my husband and I don’t think I could separate spanking from romance and sex if you paid me. lol However, I do love paranormal romances and not every story allows for a hero who spanks. For instance, in Karly’s Wolf. While I can easily envision Colton spanking for sex and fun, there was no way I was going to take a battered woman on the run and turn that into a spanking story. It just did not work.

Katherine Deane: In a perfect world, what would you write?

 

Penny Alley:  Exactly what I am writing. I am living in a perfect world of my own making. 🙂 I honestly can’t imagine doing anything else. I write what I love, whether it’s a Maren Smith, Darla Phelps or Penny Alley theme. If the story is strong, I write it. If there’s someone out there who enjoys reading what I write, then the more the better. I write what I want to read. If other people enjoy reading them too, then that’s absolutely awesome!

Katherine Deane: Incubus, gods, werewolves… what’s next for Penny? any new types?

 

Penny Alley:  The next Penny Alley is going to be the next in the Hollow Hills series. There will be 3 books total, and then I get to finish Finding Sunrise–the romance between a woman traveling across country and the man she picks up to be her traveling companion. it’s going to be very different from anything else I’ve ever done.

 

Thanks, Penny / Maren! And congratulations on your awesome new paranormal. I loved it, and am shouting from the rooftops. This one is right up there with Incubus Moon. A fantastic story, with such vivid descriptions. I loved it!

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Excerpt

“The Alpha male of Hollow Hills?” She tried not to laugh because for all that it sounded

silly coming out of her mouth, both he and Mama Margo had used that word quite seriously. “All

right, so what does an Alpha do?” She couldn’t resist knocking on her chest and offering a sedate

Tarzan yodel.

Colton laughed again, and for the second time said, “Close enough.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious. I’m curious. Besides “catching” his Bride—which stirs up

a whole slew of new questions, by the way—what does an Alpha do?”

Having rounded a curve in the road, Karly could see the summit of the Ridge up ahead.

They weren’t close enough yet for her to glimpse the tents through the trees or the colorful

pennants, but she could hear the shouting and the laughter and the occasional snap of cloth in the

“We lead,” Colton answered, his expression seeming to close the nearer they drew to

the crowded fairgrounds. “We guard our territories.” He looked at her then. “And we protect all

those within it.”

The implication of what he was trying not to say wasn’t lost on her. Karly flushed, a slow

burning heat that moved up from her core to scald her cheeks. She had to change the subject.

“And you decide who gets to be Alpha via ragtag games of tackle football?”

“No.” For the first time, his flash of a smile seemed genuine. “The games are simply

a means to an end. It gives you a chance to show off your strength to potential females, and if

you’re lucky, you can also knock a few of your competitors out of the running.”

“Is that what you were doing yesterday with that boy?” Having finally reached the

summits’ intended parking lot, they stepped off the road together, gravel crunching under both

their feet.

“That’s what he was trying to do to me.”

Despite the veiled ruthlessness that she had witnessed yesterday, Karly liked walking

beside him. She liked hearing the crunch of his boots grinding in the loose rock and she liked

feeling the heat of him, even hotter than the surrounding sun, every time his arm bumped lightly

into hers. On the few times when he pulled a little ahead of her, she really liked watching him

walk. That swaggering strut of his struck her as sexy. He didn’t even seem to know how sexy

that was, and that appealed to her, even though she knew it shouldn’t.

“So what’s on the agenda today? More football and beating each other up?” Karly

stopped when he did, but while he stared off toward the banners and tents, she continued to study

“Not today,” he said softly, and then began to smile. “Sounds like they’ve got something

else planned.”

Karly tried to hear what he was, but it was just shouting and cheering. To her, it said

football game, but as they approached the same grassy field where Colton had tackled and been

tackled the day before, instead of teams of men beating each other into the ground, today it was

the women’s turn. In this case, the term “the gentler sex” seemed to hold no meaning.

“Oh whoa,” Karly said, trying hard not to sound judgmental. Just as the men had done

the day before, the contestants were engaged in a rowdy game of skins versus skins. Some

were wearing sports bras, but most hadn’t bothered, and all of them wore dirt and bruises from

no-holds-barred tackles to the ground regardless of who had the ball. “These are your Bridal

choices?”

Colton grinned. “I do love our old, time-honored traditions, don’t you?”

Karly’s startled laugh cut into a wince when four women collided and the one on the

bottom of the pile came up bloodied, spitting teeth and grass, and with an arm that bent in ways

no human arm should. “Oh wow, these girls are serious.”

“Deadly,” Colton agreed. “They have a lot to prove. Strong women attract strong mates.”

“So does a good curry.”

Colton chuckled. “Fond as I am of curry, a woman’s cooking skills aren’t half as

important as strength, courage and good family ties. There are a lot of men here competing for

Brides and not one of them is going to care how well she cooks.”

Another bone-crushing tackle resulted in two women picking themselves up off the

ground. Both spat blood, but only swiped their mouths and rejoined the next line up. This was

not hair-pulling, bitch-slapping, name-calling, feminine warfare. This was every bit as brutal as

the men had been the day before.

“This has Bridezillas beat all to hell and back,” Karly said flatly, and then looked at him.

“You want to marry one of these women?”

His smile dimmed around the corners of his mouth. He inclined his head. “Want doesn’t

have anything to do with it. But yes, in three days’ time, we will have our Hunt and I will take

one of these women for my Bride.”

He did not look happy about it. Funny, but she kind of felt a little disappointed too. She

wasn’t even fully divorced yet. She didn’t have a right to feel like this.

Karly faced the field and tried to study his options with an unbiased eye. “But you don’t

know which one?”

“No.”

“Then why do it?”

“Because it’s our way.”

The look she flashed him now was all but annoyed. “Oh, come on. What are you,

gypsies?”

“Not exactly.” He made no effort to change his answer.

Karly cringed when the ball was hiked and two walls of shouting women collided. It

might have been simply the sound of the impact, but she thought she heard bones snap. “Oh my

God.” She tried to cover her eyes, but couldn’t make herself stop watching. “What if you don’t

suit? Apart from potential chest sizes, what do you know about any of these women?”

“I know they care about our traditions.” Colton glanced at her sidelong. “I know they are

fierce and determined enough to suffer pain in the hopes of attracting my attention. And I know

that they will bring that determination into our marriage, because no one wants to be miserable

with the one they have vowed to share the rest of their life.”

Karly flinched again, but this time it had nothing to do with what was happening before

her. “What if you are miserable?”

“Then we’ll separate. We aren’t perfect, but we aren’t draconian either.”

Another hike of the ball resulted in another bone-jarring tackle, this time punches were

thrown and she could have sworn one girl bit another. Karly folded her arms across her chest,

hugging herself against an answer she, for some reason, didn’t really want to know. “If you have

to pick, have you at least whittled down your options?”

A ghost of his former smile returned. Colton faced the field, folding his arms across

his chest now too. “Sadly, I haven’t dedicated the proper attention to even begin my whittling.

My…family is not at all pleased with me.”

“Your family has to approve of her too?”

“At this point, they won’t care just so long as I get one. Any one.” He didn’t sound happy

about that, either.

“Okay.” Karly studied the field. She pointed to a blonde, her long curly hair pulled back

in a ponytail and her bouncing breasts covered but pertly outlined by the wife-beater t-shirt she

wore. “How about that one?” She tried her best not to think about Colton covering that woman

the way she’s dreamed he’d done to her the night before.

“Not if you paid me,” Colton said flatly.

That drawling rejection made her so ridiculously happy that she actually smiled. “Why

“Her father’s been trying to get his hands on Hollow Hills for years. He failed at brute

force, so now he’s trying through diplomacy.”

“And if you married her, he’d as good as succeed,” she concluded. “I didn’t realize

politics were also involved.”

“Politics are always involved,” Colton informed her.

“All right.” Karly studied the field again, taking her time now to pick and choose among

the competing hopefuls. “What about that one?”

“The brunette with the dragon tattoo?” He snorted when she nodded. “She’s barely more

than a child.”

“She’s old enough to have a tattoo,” she pointed out.

“I’m thirty-eight. I don’t want a Bride I’ll have to spank and send to bed without supper.”

Karly quickly bit back another smile. “All right, so one of the older ladies.”

“Not too old,” he corrected, his eyes now sparkling with amusement as well. “I don’t

want to push her wheelchair quite yet either.”

“No toothless, old biddies,” she agreed and scanned their options. She’d been trying to

steer clear of the shirtless ones, but feeling emboldened now, she chose one. “That one, the short-
haired blonde.”

“She’s being particularly aggressive,” Colton noted.

“She does seem very strong. And if she’s not thirty, then she can’t be far from it, so no

spanking required.”

“More’s the pity. She’s got the perfect backside for it—nice, round and jubbly.”

That caught her so off-guard, that Karly actually whapped him on the arm as she laughed.

Colton made no effort to retaliate, but flashed that good-natured grin instead. In spite of herself,

Karly relaxed even more. “I can’t believe you just said that. All right. So, she’s strong, grown,

has a nice butt, and since she’s running around in public without her shirt on, we’ll just assume

for now that she’s open to kinky sex. All that’s left is to find out what her family is like.”

“I have no idea; never met them.”

“Have you talked to her yet?”

“Enough to know she has a nasally laugh.”

“So, you want a strong, older woman from a good family, into kinky sex, but without the

nasally laugh.”

“Is that asking too much, do you think?” He bumped his shoulder to hers, lowering his

head in conspiratory humor, which made her feel as if he were trying to get intimately closer.

She liked that too.

“I think you’d be better off looking for someone who makes a good curry.”

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Winter Spanks Blog Hop – A Spanking Fairy Tale

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He heard the screams, and spurred his horse to go faster.  He rounded the final snow bend and saw the five wolves circling closer to their prey. A woman stood defiantly, trying to protect the prone form on the ground from the advancing wolves. Her emerald eyes shone with fear as she struggled to maneuver the heavy sword.  He jumped off his horse and ran toward them, forcing himself to remain calm.

The wolves saw him, and turned their backs to the scared, angry young woman, baring their sharp teeth as he advanced.

“Go!” He commanded. “This is no meal for you.”

The pack leader growled and crept forward.

He tensed, flashing his golden amber eyes at the leader, and growled.

This was a fight he intended to win.

The leader stopped his movement and cocked his head, sniffing the air.  He must have realized his foe was more dangerous than he looked. He barked at the remaining pack, and with one final snarl, charged into the woods in search of other, easier prey.

The young woman watched him cautiously, her green eyes widening as he strode toward them.

“Don’t come any closer!” She held the sword higher, trying not to falter under its weight.

He tried not to laugh. “Do you even know how to use that thing? It weighs more than you do.”

“Pointy end goes in the heart! Now go away!” she used both her hands to point at his advancing chest.

He looked down at the young man, lying in a crumpled heap in the bank of snow, his pack next to him.  A pool of blood stained the white snow around his head.

“He needs help. If he stays out here, he will die from hypothermia or head injury, whichever comes first.”

He knelt down, and assessed the young man’s injuries.  No broken bones. He carefully picked up his head and wrapped his scarf around the injury.

“How’d your husband get hurt?”

“Um, my brother, not husband. He kinda accidentally fell down the hill.” She faltered and dropped the sword.

“Kinda. Accidentally?” he raised an eyebrow and met her gaze fully.

The petite, pixie like brunette, flushed. “I, um gave him a little shove, and he fell.”

He nodded. Siblings.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.  It was an accident,” she rushed.

He held his finger up, silencing her with a stern look.  “We don’t have time for explanations.  He needs medical attention.  We need to get him back to my place, and fix him up.” He stood up and called his horse to him.

She leapt for the sword and swung it at him, her green eyes sparkling defiantly. “We are not going anywhere with you! I don’t trust you not to try to steal all our belongings and kill us.”

He rolled his eyes. They didn’t have time for this. And this little pip squeak of a woman was getting on his nerves.

“The next town is over 20 miles away, and there is a huge storm blowing in.” He looked at the quickly darkening sky.  My place is only a few miles down the road. Besides, if I wanted you dead, I would have left you for the wolves.”

“Well maybe you want to have your way with me.” She frowned.

“Not likely.” He scoffed. “I like my women with a bit more curves.

She flushed and let out an indignant squeak.

He turned his back to her, and started to remove the saddle from his horse.  He would put the little minx’s brother on the horse, strap him down, and try to keep him from falling off.

He picked the young man up in his arms, and strode toward the horse.

“I have a better idea.” The young woman pressed the sword against his back.

He stilled.

She poked it a few times gently onto his back without breaking any skin.

“I am going to take your horse, and head to the town. It’s only a few miles for you. You can walk home.”

“Listen you little ungrateful brat,” he turned and glared at her.  “I am trying to help you. You will not be able to make it to the town before the storm hits.  Besides the fact, that this is MY horse.  You don’t take things that don’t belong to you.”

“Too bad! Now, stop your fussing, and put my brother on the horse.” she glared up at him defiantly.

“Little girl, you better put that damn sword down before you find yourself upended over my knee.”

He sensed her movement before she swiped the sword across his arm. He saw two drops of blood form through the cut in his shirt.

He knelt and placed the injured man on top of his coat, then set the pack on the ground.

“You’re going to regret that.” He growled and watched her eyes widen in fear, as he snatched the sword away from her easily, and pulled her to him.

“Don’t hurt me!” she shrieked.

He sat down on the pack, and yanked her over his lap.

“Oh there won’t be any permanent damage, but this is going to hurt. You’re going to get a damn good spanking. That’s how we deal with little girls who act too big for their britches where I come from,” he growled.

Before she had a chance to reply, he lit into her backside.

“Ow, ouch! Stop!” she flailed her arms and legs.

He gave her one hard swat, “Stop the drama. You can barely feel my hand through all these layers.”

He pulled up her dress and her petticoat, and inspected her panty covered bottom, barely pink from his quick warm up.  He would change that quickly.

“You can’t do this! I might get hypothermia!” she squealed and placed her hands across her bottom.

He chuckled and held her hands to her back, “Well then, we’ll just have to get you warmed up won’t we?”

He brought his hand down on the back of her panties again and again as she hollered and cursed.

“You are a big bully and a son of a bitch!”

He placed his hand against her warm bottom. “What. Did. You Say. About my mother?”

She tried to scramble away from him. “I’m sorry. I lost my temper. I didn’t mean… oof!”

He tipped her over farther, and yanked her panties down.

He brought his palm crashing down onto her bare bottom.

“Yeow!” she shrieked.

He made sure to leave no portion of her bottom untouched over the next two minutes.  When he had finished, she lay sobbing in a heap over his lap, all the fight had gone out of her, and her bottom was scorched and red.  He could feel the heat rising from her backside.

The first snow flake reminded him of their location.

Crap! He pulled her to her feet and yanked her panties up, and skirt down.

She whimpered at his rough treatment, but he made no move to apologize. The storm was moving in fast.

“We have to get back to my place before this blizzard hits.” He growled. “Even I have a tough time tracking in this weather.

She nodded her head, and bit her lip, and moved to grab the packs.

“Hey, wait.” He took her stiff form into his arms. “I forgive you. It’s over ok?”

He felt her melt into his arms and cry, and was torn between the desire to comfort her, and the more pressing need to get them all to safety.

He kissed her forehead, patted her bottom, and gave her a gentle shove towards the packs.

“You get the gear. I’ll get your brother.”

They got moving quickly, just as the flurries started.

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Jillian couldn’t believe that big…animal had spanked her!  No, she sighed, she deserved it. He had saved Jake and her from wolves, and had even offered to take them back to his place to give him medical attention.

Cutting him and threatening him was definitely not the right way to thank him. She would make it up to him, somehow.

She looked at the large, brooding man, whose face was furrowed in thought.  Was he angry about something? Or was her brother getting heavy? They had realized pretty quickly, that the unconscious man was not going to stay on the horse, so Mr. Wolfe, Bertram decided to carry him. Her bottom ached as she bounced on top of the horse.

“How much further?” she whined, regretting it when he gave her that look.

“Not much further, but it will take longer, if we have to stop and warm up your bottom again.” He raised his eyebrow.

She couldn’t stop the heat that crept to her cheeks. The memory of being over his lap was doing weird things to her tummy.

“So Bertram, what do you do for a living?”

“I own a specialty shop and lodge. You’ll find it interesting, I’m sure.”

He must have misread her surprise as fear, “You and your brother will be safe, I assure you.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.” She scoffed and looked nervously at his large hands. They might be safe, but would her bottom?

“Sure,” he grunted, and shifted Jake in his arms. “So, where were you two heading before your unfortunate, ahem, accident?”

“We were going to that big town to meet the matchmaker.” She looked at the ground and mumbled. “Neither of us has had much luck finding mates in our village, so a friend suggested the matchmaker.

“Interesting,” he nodded. “Why?”

“Why what?” she asked, confused.

“Why do you have problems finding suitable mates? You’re a decent-looking woman.”

She rolled her eyes at him and grumbled, “Thanks. Honestly, Jake sais I’m too, um temperamental.”

“High maintenance? Feisty? In need of a good long spanking, often?” He grinned at her shocked gasp.

Bertram chuckled at her, “I can see that. But you just need to find the right man. Seems to me, you need a man as strong willed as you are.”

She shrugged her shoulders, feeling very uncomfortable with the subject.

“So what about you? Wife, kids?”

His face turned stony, then softened again. “Wife left a few years ago for Tom, Dick, and Harry in another town.”

“All three?” she gasped.

“Yep,” he smirked. “But I took the settlement earnings to build my place, and am living happily with my…” he paused, “daughter. We get a lot of visitors, so we don’t get lonely.”

He slowed his walk, and met her gaze kindly. “I know you feel badly about your brother. Don’t worry, we’ll get him fixed up.”

The tears filled her eyes, and she nodded in thanks.

“All right. It’s just around the bend. You are both welcome to stay as long as you like, as long as you obey the rules.”

She was about to ask him what rules he meant, when they turned the corner, and the lodge came into view. Mansion was more like it. It was huge! Bigger than five houses put together! It was beautiful and brightly lit with torches and lights.

The huge sign announced,

*Winter Spanks Fetish Shop and Play Lodge*

Come in, get warm.

Stay and Play.

She suddenly felt very warm as he stopped in front of the doors and called out for assistance. They were surrounded by help. A pair of strong hands lifted her from the horse, and she looked into the dark eyes of her rescuer. Bertram instructed the medics to take care of Jake as he led her by the hand into the front shop area.

Paddles, floggers, canes, and whips hung on walls. Every square inch was adorned with spanking paraphernalia. But her eyes were drawn to the beautiful pictures of the women, with glowing red bare bottoms. Some crying, some laughing.  She felt so drawn to them.

“Daddy!” She turned to see a cute red haired young lady, about her age, fling herself into Bertram’s arms.

They hugged for a moment before he scolded her about something, swatted her on the backside, and sent her on an errand.

The feisty red head scowled at her before flouncing out the door.

Jillian met Bertram’s eyes, and moved to his place by the counter.

She looked up at the sign above his head. “B.B. Wolfe. Co-owner, Operator”

“So. What do you think?” he grinned and gave her a toothy smile.

“It’s interesting.” She shrugged noncommittally.

“Well, I’m glad you find it interesting.” He placed his hands behind his head. “You’re going to be here awhile.” He looked outside at the growing storm. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you try out some of the implements.” He winked.

She bit her lip and sucked in a breath, the excitement growing in her. He had read her so well. She looked around wide eyed at all the different implements, her bottom clenching involuntarily.

“And what if I’m not a good girl,” she whispered and licked her lips.

His huge guffawing laugh shook the rafters.

“Little girl, you are going to get a lot of spankings while you are here. The choice is yours, about what kind you get.”

He took her hand and led her to the inner door of the lodge.

“Let’s go check on your brother. Then we’ll get you settled in. Then…” his smile broadened, “you’ll get your first spanking as a guest.”

“Welcome to Winter Spanks.”

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