Continued from previous posts on Wednesday and Saturday…more from Rocky Mountain Rose:

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“Scoundrel! Blackguard!”

“Insults will not save you, Rose.” Lyle’s hand punished her harder, laying strokes on top of already smarting skin.

“Stop,” she shrieked. “It hurts.”

“It should hurt. Maybe next time you’ll think before you fight the man who’s trying to help you.”

Help her? Rose kicked a little as Lyle’s hand peppered her bottom, spanking up one cheek and down the other and covering her buttocks until they burned. He smacked a sensitive spot, and she whimpered, fighting her own tears.

“Ouch,” she cried into the bed cover and let her head fall. All her energy went to keeping her tears in check. She would not show weakness. She would not cry. Squeezing her eyes shut, she let her head drop to the quilt. Lyle seemed to take this as defeat. His hand stalled, and he drew her up to face him.

“Now. Will you listen to me?” For a moment she glared at him, knowing he could see her red rimmed eyes, her face grimacing against the burning pain in her bottom. Lyle stared back, blue eyes searching her face. He didn’t seem angry, just determined. Damn him. Hate surged through her, and she spat in his face.

“Right,” Lyle said in a quiet, controlled voice, as her spittle tracked down his cheek. He sat down on the bed, pulled her over his lap and let his hand fly.

For a while she struggled but couldn’t move. “You will not throw things, or spit at me. You will treat me with respect,” Lyle lectured in a quiet, stern voice. The muscles in his thighs flexed under her belly. She kicked, and he threw a leg over hers, trapping her under its heavy weight. So secured, Rose was helpless under the onslaught of his iron hand. Her bottom was on fire. But that wasn’t the only part of her that was burning.

As the slaps continued to paint her bottom, Rose felt a strange pressure between her legs, quiet, but growing in intensity. Lyle’s hand spanked a little lower, under her cheeks, and to her horror, Rose realized her body was quickening, her lady parts tightening and throbbing in time to the blows.

The spanking was exciting her.

Unable to fight both Lyle and her growing arousal, Rose put her head down and moaned. She felt herself melting into his legs underneath her, while her temper, her usual champion, slipped away.

“You will accept my help and not make things difficult. I am on your side, Rose.” The steady blows weren’t too hard, but laid down on her heated skin, they hurt. The angry bundle inside Rose started to unravel.

Grasping for her outrage, she protested, “Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Because you’re mine.” Lyle emphasized this with one great, resounding smack. “And I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

*** One final scene with Rose and Lyle tomorrow for #MasturbationMonday! ***

 

Ever since she was young, Rose longed for a handsome prince to come and rescue her from her life as a saloon girl. By the time Lyle Wilder shows up, Rose has grown into a breathtaking but jaded beauty who’s vowed never to fall in love. When an evil man sets his designs on Rose, it’s up to Lyle to rescue her. He saves her life, and carries her, kicking and screaming, to safety. Despite her fiery temper, he vows to protect her, even if it means disciplining her to keep her by his side and spanking her bottom when she breaks the rules he’s set to keep her alive.

Will Rose let her heart thaw enough to trust him? And can Lyle convince this wild rose that he’s the hero she’s been waiting for all along?

Set in the 1860s Wild West, the Rocky Mountain Bride Series follows the lives of mail order brides and the strong frontier men who take them in hand.