An Old-Fashioned Man by Celeste Jones
I love domestic discipline. Shocker there, I know. But not all stories in the genre are the same. Certain ones trip my trigger faster than others, and this is one of those that hits the mark dead center.
After a cataclysmic earthquake destroys the campus of her small women’s college and
everything in the surrounding area—and possibly much of the world—Lara is left wandering the
woods in search of food, shelter, and other survivors. When she spends the night in a barn to
escape the cold, however, she is surprised to be awoken by a tall, handsome Amish man.
When he startles Lara and she makes a run for it, Caleb Miller takes it upon himself to chase the
frightened girl down and make sure she is provided with a hot meal and a warm place to sleep.
But Lara is unlike any woman Caleb has ever set eyes on, and in spite of the circumstances,
every moment they spend together leaves him more certain that she is meant to be his wife.
Though she is shocked when Caleb asks her to be his bride, Lara cannot deny her excitement at
the thought of sharing his bed. But after accepting his proposal, she quickly discovers that his
approach to wifely discipline is quite traditional indeed, and it isn’t long before she finds herself
over his knee for a sound spanking on her bare bottom.
The stern chastisement leaves Lara’s cheeks blushing and her backside burning, yet it also
arouses her deeply, and when her new husband takes her in his arms and makes her his own it is
more pleasurable than she ever imagined. But will her body’s response to Caleb’s firm-handed
dominance be enough to leave her in no doubt that she belongs with an old-fashioned man?
Publisher’s Note: An Old-Fashioned Man includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material
offends you, please don’t buy this book
“The switch shall be used after we are married, for serious infractions. For today, I believe I can make my point without it.”
The first slap of his work-worn hand against her tender flesh dissuaded her of the belief that he’d be gentle. “Ouch, that hurt.”
“How else are you to learn a lesson, Lara?” He gave her lessons all over her left cheek and then administered some stinging lessons to the right. All the while, Lara yelped and bounced across his knees.
“Caleb,” she said, gasping between swats, “please stop.”
“I am the one who determines your punishment. ‘Tis your job to be quiet and think about why you are being disciplined.”
Lara rolled from side to side trying to elude his paddle-like hand. “All I can think about is that it hurts.”
With an exasperated sigh, Caleb swung his leg over both of hers and clamped her in place. “Hold still and hold your tongue, woman.” He raised the single knee Lara balanced across and pressed his other leg against the backs of her calves, forcing her to a jackknife position, bare rear end pointed toward the ceiling. For a first timer, Caleb spanked with surprising accuracy and vigor. Heat reverberated across her bottom and down her thighs. The same tingling sensation she’d sought to alleviate in the shower earlier blossomed in her womanhood and she cried out in confusion and pain. Why was Caleb spanking her and why did her traitorous body like it?
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