The Rancher's Spanked Greenhorn

I signed the breeding contract to prove myself. I stay because Desmond corrects every mistake I make.

Every lapse settles the same way. I am bent over the saddle stand or the office desk for his measured spanks until I count each one. Then he claims me from behind while our contract and reputations hang in the balance.

I could abandon the partnership. I never do. The threat of exposure only deepens my need for his next order.

Scorching late 19th century MM Western discipline erotica featuring spanking and breeding. For readers who crave stern dominant ranchers and the greenhorns who submit to them.