Beckett McCade's only hope is to take Evie over his knee and paddle her bottom until she gives him his ranch back.
Ex marine, Beckett McCade and Evangeline Pennyflower are in for a bare bottom dispute over ownership of the Bar S Maverick Ranch. Beckett's been injured and his military career is finished. His luck is all bad. The only thing he has left is a ranch that his uncle left him. He is surprised to find his inherited ranch is occupied by a cute busty blonde with big sapphire blue eyes, saying that she bought the ranch and it is hers.
Beckett gritted his teeth to the grinding point, and then he used his free hand to start hauling Evie's dress upward.
"What are you doing?" she squealed.
Hell. Beckett's gaze filled with Evie's bare ass. She still had a lustful little thong on! He lifted his hand with anticipation for some bare ass slaps to her sassy rump. With her buttocks bared it was going to sting much more and he schooled his strength not to hurt her more than a nice red rumped spanking. He wanted her to feel the burn and sting but more important was the position and domination. Slap! Slap! Slap!
Christ, Evie's buttocks were lusty turned upward in a raised arc over his lap, and each slap he applied to them jiggled the plump cheeks individually, turning her ivory flesh a stained pink color. The squirming of her ass beneath his nose was nothing less than sinful . . . and the strip of satin wedged deep in the crack of her butt was criminal. He veered his aim directly for it.
"Oh hh! Ow!" Evie cried as the stinging of Beckett's broad hand slapping across her bottom reverberated to all of her senses. The chief one being humiliation and embarrassment over the exposure of her bare behind to Beckett's gaze. Helpless, she tried to roll her rear end to the left to avoid the inevitable. Slap!Slap! "Ow!" she cried, that didn't work so she tried rolling her hiney to the right.
Slap!Slap! "Ow! Ow!" Darn! Beckett was centered right on the crease of her butt no matter where she rolled and his hand was wide. "Mr. McCade, pleass-!"
Smack! "Ouch!" Evie cried, mortified that she'd been about to beg Beckett to stop spanking her, and she shouldn't, she wouldn't do that! Smack! "Ouch!"
Maybe? Smaack! Smaack! "Ouch, don't!" she cried, there was a time and place for everything she decided as Beckett began to really spank the tender under curves of her buttocks with sharp stinging slaps. "Please stop!" she begged him shamelessly.
"What?" Beckett growled, stopping to shake his hand and to gaze down at Evie's rosy pink-tinted buttocks flexing with quivers over his thigh.
"It hurts, Beckett. P-Please stop."
"I will stop when you agree to call the man and get my damn steers back."
"T-That's all you want?" Evie asked in a rough voice trying to turn her head to look back at him. Her irises were a bruised bluish purple color with her unshed tears.
"Yes, that is all I want this time," Beckett replied laying his hand on the curves of Evie's warm bottom. Not spanking this time, just still.
"Oh," she gasped and he thought her voice sounded suddenly husky. Hell, her satin bottom felt incredible and he actually tensed to hold back the impulse to squeeze one of her pudding-filled buttock cheeks beneath his wide palm.
"I would, Beckett. I s-suppose that it's only fair. B-But it doesn't mean I'm leaving because I'm not."
Hell, Beckett lost the battle with his hand and he stroked one cheek of Evie's flushed little behind with a gentle circular motion. "We will see about that later," he muttered.
"Oh hh," she sighed again in a breathy sound.
"Right now you are going to tell Mr. Barnes that the deal is off and you want those steers back."
Reluctantly, Beckett gave up the rounded curves of Evie's bottom as he began to slowly let her up and then he helped her to stand. Hell, she was so pretty with her flushed cheeks and her luminous blue eyes. She was definitely wary, not sure quite how to behave, and he wondered if she knew that she was rubbing her behind as she peeked at him hesitantly.