After losing her job in the city, Carly Morgan heads for the one place where she might be able to start over: a farm in the foothills of New Zealand’s towering Southern Alps. There on an isolated homestead, three men await. Three rugged, old-fashioned men whose rules she’ll learn to obey unless she wants her cute little bottom bared and soundly spanked. Three men she’ll call daddy.
Though a trip over a big, strong man’s knee with her panties down proves more painful and humiliating than she had ever imagined, the shameful chastisement arouses Carly deeply, and being claimed and shared by her stern, handsome daddies leaves her utterly spent and satisfied.
Carly’s love for her daddies grows stronger every day, but as she struggles with the demons of her past it becomes clear that they have conflicts of their own to overcome. Will the harsh realities of a high country winter strengthen the bonds between them or tear them apart forever?
Author: Kelly Dawson
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 75,000 words
Excerpt
“You know what happens now, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Davo didn’t stop after just a few swats like Mike had done. He didn’t spank lightly, either. Each smack burned and stung, well and truly satisfying her craving. His heavy hand felt as hard as a board as it landed on her tender bottom, making her wriggle and squirm in a feeble attempt to escape his firm grasp.
“Ow! Okay! I get it!” she shrieked, yelping as his big hand landed again and again, the swats seeming to get harder.
The smacks kept falling. Over and over again, landing in an alternate pattern all over her bottom, left, right, middle, every hard whack leaving behind an ache and a burn that made her yelp.
“Stop! Please! I’ll be good, I promise!” She kicked her legs, desperately trying to escape. Surely this was nearly over? How many times had he spanked her? She’d lost count. But this had gone well beyond what she expected of a ‘naughty girl’ spanking.
“Please stop!” she begged again, desperation tinging her tone.
Davo ignored her pleas. He did not stop the spanking. If anything, he spanked her harder, every single scorching swat making her cry out in pain. She didn’t want to do this anymore.
Pressing her palms flat against the ground, she pushed up with all her might, trying to launch herself up off his lap.
Davo pressed her back down. “No, stay there,” he growled. “I know from talking to Mike that you’ve been hanging out for a proper spanking, so just a few whacks wouldn’t be a very effective deterrent, would it?”
“No, sir,” she whimpered.
“You’d like it too much, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t like it much anymore!” she insisted, her voice pitchy and breathless.
“Good, then we’re getting somewhere,” he said, resting his hand lightly on her burning bottom. “That’s why this spanking has gone on for far longer than you thought it would. And it’s going to continue until my hand is too sore to carry on.”
She gulped. Really? He was going to keep spanking her even though she was already so sore and her curiosity had been well and truly satisfied? Her craving was completely quenched. She didn’t want a ‘bad girl’ spanking after all. It wasn’t the exciting experience she’d been expecting it would be.
He tucked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers, tugging gently. “And I think these can come down for the rest of it.” In one swift movement he pulled her underwear down her hips, tugging them well down her thighs almost to her knees.
“No!” she protested, kicking and squirming, mortified now. He could see everything! Realising that kicking was showing him even more, she clamped her legs shut tightly and let out a small moan. This was not what she had expected at all. This was shameful! Scandalous!
“When you decided to stay here with us, you agreed to abide by our rules and submit to our punishments,” he reminded her sternly. “Punishments hurt. They’re not pleasant. They’re not a game—they’re not just a couple of smacks and sending you on your merry way. A punishment spanking is long and hard and thorough.”
His palm landed heavily on her left cheek, the painful crack on her bare skin echoing loudly. “They’re intended to be a painful reminder, something that you will remember next time you decide to break one of the rules.” Davo continued his lecture, interspersing his words with hard spanks that hurt so much more now there wasn’t even a thin layer of clothing to protect her tender backside.
“But I didn’t break a rule!” she yelled, desperate to stop the onslaught. It was a bad move. Davo’s flattened palm landed, hard as a board, in a vicious upward swing, catching her lower buttocks in a ferocious swat that nearly sent her flying forward off his thighs. If he hadn’t been holding her so firmly, she would have fallen.
“Ow!” she squealed, kicking her feet wildly, trying to both escape and ease the sting.
“Don’t argue during a punishment,” Davo scolded, landing another, equally hard swat in exactly the same place. “You disobeyed. It’s the same thing.
“I can see how aroused you are,” he went on. “I know how much you were enjoying this. That’s why your knickers had to come down: a spanking on the bare bottom is always much more effective.”
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