This week we bring to you an oldie but goodie, with a purpose. The next book on the docket will be a Western! It is near the end of the writing process and will hopefully begin the editing process in the very near future. Which means we’re that much closer to sharing details and snippets with you. Check out the other awesome authors sharing this week over at the Saturday Spankings Blog.
As the only daughter of a powerful mafia Don, Perlita Moretti is accustomed to a life of pampered luxury, but on the evening of her nineteenth birthday the family home is brutally attacked by another mob boss, her father is killed, and her entire life is forever changed.
Saved from the carnage by her beloved uncle, she flees for her life. She quickly discovers that the world outside her Long Island mansion is quite different and much larger than she had expected. She soon finds herself lost, and very much alone, somewhere in western Pennsylvania.
At a small diner, a desperate, terrified Perl runs into Henry ‘Hank’ Billings, a cowboy from a small Texas town who is finishing up some personal business in the region. After a rocky introduction, Hank comes to her rescue when mob goons show up.
Hank reluctantly allows Perl to accompany him back to his ranch to hide her until the mob gives up their hunt. It does not take long for the serious-minded Texan to place the willful, spoiled young lady across his knee for a bare-bottom spanking and some basic lessons in good manners. As time passes, Perl allows herself to submit to the old-fashioned hard work and discipline of Texas ranch life.
Having been hurt by a woman before, Hank resists his growing desire for Perl, convincing himself that the almost twenty year age difference between them would make any advances on his part ungentlemanly. Perl, however, has fallen for him with all her heart, and she does not intend to let him keep her at arm’s length. With the mob still hunting her, can she convince Hank that she needs him as much more than just her firm, caring protector?
A sob exploded from her lips and she cried helplessly as she hid her face behind her heavy black mane, knowing that
her punishment was only moments away.
“Please, Mr… Hank. I don’t want a spanking,” she bellowed, all hope of escape leaving her as his huge hand rested comfortably over her shivering curves.
“You should have thought of that before you started in with your backtalk and then spit on me,” Hank replied sternly, raising his right hand high over his head. “Now you are to lift that back-end up and stay right where you are. It’s time you get what you earned, young lady.”
A wail escaped Perlita’s throat as the long fingers splayed across her still slightly tender backside. Her bottom twisted and jiggled under the firm slaps that quickly turned her plump cheeks to a deep blush.