Out of destruction comes hope; out of silence comes profound love.
Matthew Stone is a rancher who finds his greatest pleasure in working in the great outdoors, doing his part in building the Rose Ranch in the Oregon territory. He has watched his friends wed, and accepts their teasing about his confirmed bachelorhood. All that changes the day he is out repairing fences and looks up to see a horse jumping the railing, aware of how dangerous that is, as the last fence drops away. His warning does nothing to stop the rider, and a scream has him racing down the cliff, expecting to find the worst. What he finds instead is a small boy, clinging to a boulder while the river attempts to pull him away.
Sally Jefferson has just arrived in a strange place, and her young son Davy is the only person she knows there. Devastation and heartache have followed them as they braved the Oregon Trail, and she fears that, after surviving over two-thousand miles, she won’t survive another moment when Davy’s life is threatened.
The moment Matthew and Sally meet is like an echo of the storm that drove her from her home, as lightning seems to strike between them.
Matthew never expected to fall in love. Now he finds himself head over heels not only for Sally, but for a boy who doesn’t speak and yet has stolen his heart.
Will Matthew be able to convince Sally that life can begin again? Will the fact that his very touch ignites her soul be enough to allow her to accept not only his love, but his discipline?
My Capricious Cowgirl is the fourth book in the Willamette Wives series about a group of pioneers who are building their dreams together and sharing in both the burdens and the joys. They are far more than friends… they are a family. Though this is the fourth book, it can be read as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, including spanking and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
“Tell me why you are going to get a spanking.”
“You… you know why.” She had to clear her throat after the first word because it felt like it was beginning to close now that the time was here.
“You’ll always tell me anyway,” Matthew said. “There will never be a misunderstanding about what has earned you a trip over my lap.”
“But… it’s silly…”
“It’s necessary,” he corrected.
She shifted on her feet. Why did the question embarrass her so? And why did his voice, so calm, so deep have her bloomers dampening?
“Sally, answer the question. Why are you standing here, about to have your drawers lowered and your skirts lifted? Why am I going to spank your bare bottom until it is hot and hurtful?”
Oh God, she… she couldn’t even think straight and yet she managed to squeak out a response. “I was just scared!”
“You aren’t being spanked because you were scared, Sally. We both know that. If I have to list the reasons you were naughty, then I will extract an additional payment for my efforts. That payment will be extracted from your heinie with extra strokes. Would you like to try again?”
Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes but only briefly for the moment her lids shut, all she saw was herself, bare bottomed over his lap. “I yelled at both you and Davy. I-I accused you of awful things. I called you stup… I-I said some bad words.”
“Very naughty words,” he said and she had no choice but to nod.
“That’s right. You didn’t accept my repeated apologies, didn’t calm when I asked you to, didn’t speak to me as one adult to another with respect. Instead, you threw a tantrum, insulted my intelligence and spewed filth from the very mouth that I so love to kiss.”
Put in that context, she felt just awful, and yet she couldn’t deny the validity of his summary. “I-I really am sorry.”
“I’m very glad to hear that. All right, let’s make sure you will remember that you are.” He gave her hands a squeeze and then released them. “Remove your drawers, lift your skirt and put yourself over my knee.”
Her eyes flew wide. This wouldn’t be her first spanking but never in her life had she been instructed to… to actually not only bare herself but to place herself in position. No, the few times she’d pushed Tanner too far, he’d pull her down, lift her dress and pop her backside a few times. She could count on one hand the number of times he’d given her a bare bottom spanking and every single one of them had been only because she’d already been dressed in her nightgown!
“Sally, do you need me to repeat my instructions?”
“No… no, I just…”
“When you are being punished, you’ll answer with ‘no, sir’ or ‘yes, sir’.”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Yes you need a reminder?”
“What? Oh, no… I mean, no, sir…”
“Then please proceed.”
Feeling her face begin to burn, wishing it was night, that her shame wouldn’t be illuminated by the sun, she finally reached beneath her skirts and fumbled with the ribbon of her bloomers. Pausing, she looked at him. “Um, I wear the… the split crotch style. There’s really no need to…”
“Remove them, please, and hand them to me.”
She gave the ribbon a tug and took a deep breath, starting their descent with a gentle tug of her fingers at her waistband, the fabric fluttering down her legs to puddle at her feet. She didn’t even realize she’d accepted his hand for balance as she lifted first one foot and then the other until he released her hand. Bending down, she picked up the white cotton and stood, her face aflame.
“Fold them, please. You won’t be needing them for a while.”
What did that mean? Of course she’d be needing them! Deciding not to voice that thought, she carefully folded the intimate garment, praying the folds would cover the dampness she could feel in the fabric. Once the bloomers were folded as small as possible, she had no choice but to place them in his outstretched hand.
“Thank you, now lift your skirt.”
Who is Maggie Ryan?
A USA Today and #1 international best selling author, I have been writing stories as long as I can remember. I enjoy writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. I love developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. My heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. My heros recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. I enjoy sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. I also enjoy writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn’t have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today’s present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. My hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow my books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.
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