THE GUNSLINGER’S WOMAN BY KELLY DAWSON
A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is
his quick draw enough to keep her safe?
Blurb:
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.
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:
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.”
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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Thanks for sharing,
Anita
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