Dinah McLeod, a frequent visitor on my blog due to the way she cranks out one spanking romance after another. Well, if she keeps writing them, I'll keep posting them. Today, she brings us a blast from the past, the old western past (Yeehaa!) with her newest; Maggie Meets Her Match.
As you can see by The Duke's example here from McClintock, there ain't nothing like a rough and tumble cowpoke taking his woman over his knee for a branding of good old-fashioned western discipline.
Sigh...
Maggie Meets Her Match
Blurb:
Nineteen-year-old Maggie Swift is excitedly making wedding
plans when her beau Joshua breaks her heart. Devastated and determined never to
trust a man again, Maggie is convinced she'll live out her life as an old
maid... until ruggedly-handsome Clay Callahan comes riding into her life and
sweeps her off her feet. She quickly discovers that though he is more than
ready to take his strap to her bare bottom when she gets out of line, being
Clay's wife is pure heaven. Their love and passion grow by leaps and bounds,
and soon Maggie is with child.
When tragedy strikes and it seems Maggie's anguish will
consume her entirely, try as she might to push him away, Clay proves that he is
determined to do whatever is necessary to bring back his beautiful, sassy
bride. Just as her heart begins to heal, however, a figure from her past
suddenly reappears and reopens old wounds. Can Maggie put aside her fears and
trust that with Clay at her side, they can weather any storm, or will the
ghosts of her past rip apart their love?
His next words confirmed my fears. “Since you three got into
this mess together and saw fit to make us look like fools, it only seems fittin’
that we treat you to a dose of your own medicine.”
As he’d been speaking, Wesley had been moving chairs from
the table into the parlor. The sinking feeling in my stomach worsened as I took
in the three chairs lined up next to one another.
When he was done, he stood in front of the chair on the left
and crooked his finger at his wife. “Libby, come here,” he called out when she
still didn’t move.
Even though I was still quite angry, I couldn’t help but
feel a little sorry for her. I didn’t know that I’d ever heard him sound so
irate.
Libby must have known it, too, because she lost some of her
color as she stood to her feet to make the walk to where her husband stood. The
moment she reached his side, he sat down and patted his knee. As she went over
his lap, I winced and looked away. They couldn’t mean to make us watch, could
they?
But that seemed to be exactly what the men had in mind,
because Wes flipped up her skirts, revealing her drawers. I heard her muffled
protest, to which he paid no mind. Even though I’d turned my eyes back to the
floor—though Lord knows they seemed prone to wandering back to the spectacle in
front of me—I could still hear the sound of his hand smacking her backside.
Every time his palm collided with the seat of her drawers, I found myself
wincing and even more aware that soon, it would be my turn. Soon, I would be
getting spanked in front of my sisters-in-law. It was worse than the waiting,
worse than the spanking itself, knowing they’d be hearing every moan of pain.
“Alright, Abby. Your turn.”
I looked to my left and saw her standing. She seemed to feel
my eyes on her and gave me a small, trembling smile before walking over to
where Trent sat. If listening to Libby get her spanking was hard, watching Abby
walk toward hers was almost unbearable. We never should have put her in the
middle of our squabble. “Trent, wait!” I called out. Both he and Abby looked at
me. “Please, it wasn’t her fault. Libby and I, we were the ones fussin’. Abby
was just tryin’ to get us to stop. She doesn’t deserve to be spanked for our
mistake.”
“Well, I appreciate you sayin’ so, Mags, but I heard her
yellin’ along with the two of you just a few minutes ago. Over my knee, darlin’.”
Soon, Trent was spankin’ Abby’s drawers, matching the pace
Wes had set. The room reverberated with the sounds of their spankings—Libby had
begun to cry out with each hearty smack—and I couldn’t help but wonder when my
time would come. I almost wished it would, so it could be over with. I raised
my eyes to look at Clay, who I found looking right back at me. His expression
was unbearably stern and now that he’d caught my eye, I couldn’t look away. He
held my eyes and saw every grimace as I listened to the pair of them get
spanked.
Finally, he took mercy on me—what a funny thing to call it!—and
walked toward the last chair. I was on my feet before he had a chance to call
me over and put myself over his lap without a word, grateful to avoid those
severe brown eyes. I could hardly bear it when he was angry with me, even
though I knew he had a right to be.
Even though I’d been expecting it, I still wiggled on his
lap when I felt him lift my skirts. And then he did something neither of my
brothers had done—he untied my drawers and slid them open, revealing my bared
backside to the cool, crisp air in the room and anyone who cared to glance
over.
“But Clay—”
“Shush. You’ve done let that mouth of yours run away with
you today, don’t make matters worse.”
I didn’t see how I possibly could, but I dutifully shut my
mouth.
“Besides which, since your brothers have had a head start, I
figure this way, things’ll even out.”
From the very first swat, he had me crying out, though
whether it was from the pain or embarrassment, I couldn’t rightly say. He
spanked too fast for me to even get settled properly over his lap. Every swat
landed fast and hard, and I jostled with the impact of them.
“Stay still,” he growled, having to reposition me once
again. When he began anew, his palm stung my bottom even more than before.
I could feel my cheeks warming under the attack of his hard
hand and I was sure that I was blushing just as hot. Though I’d known for some
time that Wesley spanked his wife, I’d never thought to see it for myself! And
Abby, poor Abby—if her bottom felt anything like mine did right now, I didn’t
know how I’d forgive myself. We never should have let her be dragged into our
fight.
A hard spank landed on my upper thigh and I cried out in
surprise. Clay sure did have a mean spanking hand. He wasn’t letting up even a
bit as he rained spank after spank down on my tender bottom. In no time, the
tears came, coursing down my cheeks as I sniffled over his lap. Even then, he
didn’t slow down. I began to wonder if he ever would.
Maddie's Intimate
Authors Corner
Dinah has been her at least three times before, so she has had her share of probing, intimate questions. I might have tapped her for TMI in posts past. So I asked her question about her work, ones that as a friend, I wanted to know.
Here's what she told me...
MT: Your first books were contemporary, what made you decide to
write a historical, and why the American west?
DM: A friend of mine was helping me brainstorm ideas and we came
up with the concept of an unmarried woman nearing thirty—which, in the Old West was
a problem! We discussed her living with her sisters-in-law, who would perhaps
look down on an “old maid”. My imagination took off from there and I’ve been
hooked ever since!
MT: What do you find is the most challenging thing about being
an author, especially an author of spanking romance?
DM: For me, the biggest challenge is providing enough spankings
to sate readers, yet also making them realistic. I don’t want it to ever be
said that I have my characters spanked for no reason—unless they’re like me,
that is, and they like it like that!
MT: What genre would you like to try next?
DM: I’m going to explore writing a Regency or something along
those lines very soon.
MT: What are you working on now, or what's next for you?
DM: I am working on book 3 of the Old Fashioned Husband’s series,
as well as a sequel to my book “Love Hurts” and my new pet project: a law
thriller! I’m excited about each of them!
Thanks for having me today, Maddie!
MT: No, thank you, Dinah, for being on. Come back with your next one.
Next week, I believe I am open date! Seriously??? That cannot be. I must have forgotten someone. If I have, please let me know. If not, join me on June 4th when first time blog guests and new erotica author Melody Parks is my guest. Join us, won't you?
Next week, I believe I am open date! Seriously??? That cannot be. I must have forgotten someone. If I have, please let me know. If not, join me on June 4th when first time blog guests and new erotica author Melody Parks is my guest. Join us, won't you?
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