About His Little Red Lily
Lily has dreamed of performing on stage since she was a small child, and at the age of eighteen she approaches Jesse, the owner of the local saloon, to ask for a job singing and dancing for his customers. Lily has been secretly in love with Jesse ever since the day he took it upon himself to comfort her when she was in tears one day in town, and that only makes it more painful when he refuses to hire her, telling her that a saloon is no place for a sweet, innocent girl like her.
Determined to convince him to change his mind, Lily returns the next day. Within moments of stepping through the doors of Jesse’s establishment, however, she finds herself pulled over his knee for a good, hard spanking followed by an embarrassing scolding and a stern warning never to set foot in the saloon again.
Though Jesse tells her to forget about both him and the saloon and find herself a proper, respectable husband, he cannot keep Lily off his mind, even after she takes his advice to heart and begins courting the town’s self-righteous preacher. The situation comes to a head when Jesse catches the preacher in the midst of a vicious crime against one of the saloon girls.
Terrified for Lily’s safety, Jesse takes matters into his own hands and informs her of his feelings for her. He makes it clear that he considers it his duty to provide her with both the love and attention she craves as well as the firm discipline she has needed for so long. But with her former suitor bent on revenge and trying to run Jesse out of town, can he keep his little Lily safe and keep the saloon in business at the same time?
Publisher’s Note: His Little Red Lily is an erotic romance novel that contains includes spankings, sexual scenes, and elements of age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“Lily, you in here?” he called at the entrance of the barn.
Her faint voice answered him. “Yes, I’m over by the ladder.”
Jesse ambled to where the ladder leaned against the loft of the barn. He didn’t see her there, so he thought she might have moved farther back. He should have known something was amiss by then, but she always managed to catch him by surprise. On that day, Lily was hidden in the loft above him holding an armful of hay. When he walked past the ladder, she dropped it on him. She squealed with delighted laughter as the heap landed squarely over his head and shoulders. He came to a dead stop. Slowly, he brushed the hay off the sleeves of his starched white shirt. He said nothing as he removed his hat and slapped it against his knee to shake off the hay and dust from it.
She was still giggling when he glared up at her and said, “You’re getting spanked for that one.”
She stopped laughing and her eyes rounded. “But it was only a joke.”
“Mm hmm. A naughty joke, by a naughty little girl who needs her bottom smacked. Get down here.”
“No! I won’t come down unless you promise not to spank me.”
“You will get down here, and you’ll be right quick about it. You have five seconds. One…”
She huffed. “What happens if you count all the way to five?”
Jesse didn’t really know, but he managed to sound ominous in his threat. “You’d best avoid finding out, little miss. Two…”
Lily scrambled to the ladder. Jesse held it steady while she climbed down. When he could reach her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and plucked her off the step. He easily carried her squirming little body against his and strode to a bench, where he sat and toppled her over his lap.
“I thought you liked my jokes!” she protested as he tossed up her skirts.
“I do,” he said, grasping her drawers and shoving them to her knees. “That doesn’t change the fact that you need a spanking.” He gave her bottom a sound swat, relishing the look and feel of her smooth, bare skin that bounced against his hand and took on a blushing pink color from the very first smack. “You’re very naughty. That means you’re going to have a sore backside more often than not, I’m afraid.”
She squirmed as he landed more moderate swats. “Someone’s got to keep you in line, and I guess that’s got to be me.”
She giggled suddenly, then clamped her hand over her mouth.
“I heard that,” he said in a mock stern voice. “What do you find so funny about getting a spanking?”
“It’s just that…” She dissolved into laughter again.
“I’m waiting,” he said, struggling not to smile. He rubbed her bottom and legs while he waited for an answer.
“It’s just that this spanking doesn’t hurt at all.” She laughed again.
“I see.” He landed another swat. “That can change in a jiffy, you know. Do you want it to hurt?”
He chuckled and reached for her drawers to pull them up, but she stopped him.
“Please, Jesse, I want to lie here over your lap for a bit. Will you rub my bottom like you were doing? It feels so nice.”
His cock came to life upon hearing that request, which she uttered so unabashedly. Clearing his throat,
he said, “I’d be happy to, naughty girl.”
About Amelia Smarts
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I’m an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man’s firm hand connecting with a woman’s naughty backside. It’s important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness.
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