The Sheriff's Spanked Prairie Bride

I came out to the prairie as a bride and I still cannot tell whether I am being kept. Ivan Palmer has never once said the word stay.
Everyone I ever counted on has left in the night.

He is the law in this county and he corrects the way he arrests. Calm. Certain. No second warning.
Last week I sassed him about the hearing and he bent me over the cabin table and spanked me bare.
Then he took me right there, and he made no secret of what he wanted from it.

That is the shame of it. Not the table. That I hitched the wagon and came back the next evening on my own.
He says my name low and the whole prairie goes quiet.

The custody hearing is Friday and there is a bolt on the cabin door.
Bent over the table. Bared. Spanked until I stop talking. Then taken, and bred, and told exactly what I am while he does it.
That hearing decides whether his niece and her land claim stay with us, one word about that cabin loses both, and I will be over that table tonight.
Am I his wife or his habit? What happens to me the day he stops needing a bride for the judge?

A full-length frontier spanking breeding discipline erotic novel featuring a doubting prairie bride and the sheriff who corrects her.