This is the story of Jake Roark and his young bride, Megan. Jake's a little different than his brother Luke (from Taming Emma) but the Roark men all have one thing in common - they take their women in hand when they've misbehaved with a loving, yet firm hand.
Here's an excerpt from Megan's first punishment spanking:
"Now tell me why you're going
to be spanked tonight, Megan."
"Because I drank too much last
night and broke my promise."
Jake nodded, going around his desk
to open a drawer. She watched as he retrieved the small wooden paddle and took
a seat on the couch. He then reached his hand out to her.
She had seen that thing once. She'd
even felt it on her bottom when he had jokingly swatted her with it. It had
hurt and he'd only been fooling around then.
"Come here, honey."
"Are you going to use
that?" she asked before she took a step.
"I'll use my hand first. That
will just be at the end. Come here."
Well, she supposed his hand would be
more forgiving than the paddle. She walked over, her step slow, her eyes on his
hands, his big hands. Megan swallowed and went to stand between his knees. He
took her hands in his, his thumbs massaging her palms.
"I don't want to tell you who
you can and cannot see, but that Josie, I don’t trust her," he said.
"I've known her forever, Jake.
I can't just abandon her, not when she needs me."
He shook his head. "Do you see
a pattern, Meg? Every time you're with her, we end up in some sort of
argument…"
"Discussion," she
adjusted.
"Fine, discussion. Either way,
just keep you eyes open around that girl."
She nodded, not entirely doubting
what he said but not able to fully accept it either.
"All right, come on, let's get
this done. Over my knee."
Her heart began to pound harder as
she looked at his lap, wondering how she was going to do this with any grace at
all. Not that there would be any grace once she was actually in position. There
wasn't any elegance in being turned over your husband's knee and spanked with
your panties down around you ankles and your bottom bared.
"Let's go," he said.
Jake tugged on her wrist and Megan
placed on knee on the couch, slowly lowering herself over his lap and placing
her hands on the floor.
"Next time you're being punished, I'd like you to braid
your hair," he said, collecting the long tangled curls and setting them
over her shoulder.
Megan stared straight ahead, every
part of her tense.
"Relax," he said, his
hand at the back of her neck, massaging for a moment, then moving down over her
back, pressing at her low back so her hips were lifted higher. He gripped her
waist and held her to him with one hand while with the other, he rubbed circles
over her bottom. "Where do your hands and feet need to stay while we do
this?" he asked.
"On the floor, Sir."
"Good girl. Ready?"
"No," she mumbled.
He chuckled just before the first
smack landed.
"Ow!" Megan immediately
reached back to cover her bottom, one leg kicking instinctively as she wriggled
to free herself.
"Meg, hands and feet," he
said, grabbing the wrist of her errant arm and holding it tight to her low
back. "Where do they stay?" he asked, his tone just a hair more
stern.
"I'm sorry. It just surprised
me I guess."
"Where?" he repeated.
"On the floor, Sir."
He let her go and she wiped her
hair from her face, bracing herself.
He gripped her waist just a little
tighter as he began again, this time working faster to cover both cheeks
equally and without pause in between. Megan tried to keep her hands and feet on
the floor, even managing to catch herself more than once when she involuntarily
reached back to cover herself. He didn't pause with the spanking as he reminded
her again of where her feet and hands were to remain.
"I'm sorry. Ow! Can you just.
Ouch. Slow down. Jake, it hurts!"
"It's a punishment, Meg. Not
foreplay." As he said it, he shifted his position and swung one leg over
hers, trapping hers between his. "Give me your hands," he said.
"No," she said, looking
back at him over her shoulder. "I'll keep them here. I promise."
"Hands." He waited.
She shook her head but even as she
did, she reached her hands back so he gripped her wrists at her low back, still
managing to keep her tight to him as her torso hung over his legs, her heavy
hair draped on the floor.
"Ok, let's get started."
"Started?"
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Blurb
Jake Roark is the
husband Megan never dreamed she could have—handsome,
responsible, kind-hearted, and so much more. Before she ever said her wedding
vows, though, she also knew that he was traditional enough to take a misbehaving
wife in hand. When the bad habits from the wild life she led before she met
Jake begin to resurface, Megan soon finds herself over his knee for a bare
bottom spanking.
Jake's firm hand and
old-fashioned ways only increase her love for him, but when a mistake from the
past is suddenly thrust into the forefront of her life and her marriage, will
Jake's love for Megan be strong enough to keep her in his arms forever, no
matter what he learns about her?
Publisher’s Note: Taming Megan is a stand-alone
sequel to Taming Emma. It is an erotic romance novel that contains
graphic sexual scenes, anal play, and spankings, including domestic discipline
in a contemporary setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this
book.
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