“Hey Lapis, how’s it going, little girl?” a miner asked, slapping her ass too hard. Well, too hard was relative, but he’d had too much to drink, so the slap had brute force behind it, probably more than he meant to deliver.
She ignored him and scampered back up the steps to her room. Her bottom tingled where the slap had fallen and her mind returned to the angry face of the mayor. She’d bet he could give a good spanking. How she’d love to get called out to the woodshed by him. He’d stand her between his knees and lecture her thoroughly about what a naughty girl she’d been. Despite her anger over his unjust rebuke, her ridiculous imagination had her short of breath, quivering to sink into the fantasy world she preferred to inhabit.
Lapis flung herself on the bed and burrowed beneath her skirts to touch her quim. Fingers questing into her ruffled drawers, she touched her dewy slit. She pretended the tingling from the miner’s slap was from a spanking from the mayor.
Lapis, you were very naughty today. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to give you a sound strapping.
She clenched her bottom, working the little nub at the apex of her sex. Her breath grew short.
Mayor Rockwell would order her to lift her skirts and remove her drawers. He’d take the leather strap from a peg on the wall. He kept it hung there just for this purpose—to spank her naughty bottom when she’d been bad.
She writhed over her hand, humping it as she scissored her legs closed.
“I’m sorry, sir…” No, it should be, “I’m sorry, Mr. Mayor.” Or better yet, “I’m sorry, daddy, please don’t spank me.” Of course she’d whine and protest, because spankings hurt, but Mayor Rockwell would remain firm.
“Take your spanking like a good girl, or I’ll add the paddle,” he would say.
She bucked, her internal muscles contracting as an orgasm ripped through her. Her vaginal walls squeezed and released three times, four. Little flutters, little echoes continued for another few moments and then she sank deeply into the mattress, the tension in her draining away.
Yes, although she’d like to give stern Mayor Rockwell a piece of her mind, he had just provided fodder for her fantasies for many nights to come.
His Little Lapis ~#1 in Erotic Western~ Once a respectable young governess, Louise Small tumbled from society’s grace after her employer forced himself on her. She wound up at The Red Petticoat playing Little Lapis Lazuli, a submissive who dresses like a girl and offers her bottom up for frequent spankings.
She enjoys her new identity, so far removed from the prim governess she’d been, but she longs for a real daddy—one who is kind and caring, yet willing to administer real discipline. When she spies Culpepper Cove’s Mayor interacting with his young niece, she knows he’s just the sort of man she wants. But his disdain for her and her profession put them in conflict.
Letting go of her little self, she reverts to the proper, fine-mannered governess to win his attention. But at what cost? Her little side squashed, she must give up hope of being taken in hand. Will being the Mayor’s wife be enough?