Watching the woman he loves take paying customers upstairs is the hardest thing Charlie Walker has ever had to do.
Emelie Svennson’s dream is to sing on stage. When a musical troupe passes through her home in Wisconsin, she believes her dream will be fulfilled when the leader invites her to be the star of his show. By the time she realizes he is nothing more than an abusive bully and her dream is now her nightmare, she finds herself stranded in San Francisco with no money and on the run from the law. As she tries to make her way home to her family, she stops in Culpepper Cove and is drawn to the amazing melodies coming from the Red Petticoat Saloon. The handsome piano player is almost as remarkable as his music.
Charlie Walker adores all of the gems he works with, but from the minute he meets Emelie, he knows there is something special about her. As much as he wants her to stay in Culpepper Cove, the thought of her putting on red petticoats and entertaining men upstairs as Silver cuts him to the core.
As their pasts clash, Charlie will have to work hard to convince his new gem that he will not only love and honor her, but that he won’t hesitate to drag her across his knee for a bare-bottomed spanking that promises to warm more than just her backside. Can he convince the woman with the voice of an angel that dreams can come true?
Charlie confirmed her fears. “Your warm up is over, darlin. Time to start the main attraction.” She heard rather than saw the smile she knew she’d find on his face.
As the next swift swats connected with her rosy flesh, she had an urge to reach out and smack the smirk off his handsome face. This hurt!
Emelie tried to keep her mind off the pain, counting each stroke in her head as a way to distract herself. She found it made the punishment worse when she realized he’d rained down twenty-five stern and speedy swats and yet was still going strong.
She couldn’t hold still any more. Letting go of the bedspread, she moved her hands closer and pushed her torso up in an attempt to escape. He threw his right leg over her flailing legs to hold her immobile, never missing a beat of his punishing hand.
“Stop clenching your cheeks.” Was he crazy? Every muscle in her body tensed. Relaxing was not an option. When she refused to comply, she felt her tummy rising as he lifted his leg beneath her, angling her body farther forward and revealing the tender spot where her butt met her thighs. His hand moved lower, pelting her sit-spots with the same hard thwacks he’d been delivering. It hurt worse in this tender location, yet each crack against her fanny felt like a direct line of fire to her core.
In a panic, she reached back with her right hand, trying to protect her punished skin. Charlie only stopped long enough to capture her right arm and hold it tight against her back, up and out of the way of her continuing chastisement.
It was in that helpless moment she reconciled the fact that there was nothing she could do to stop the punishment. Unlike in her past when this realization came with a sense of despair, today she was filled instead with a peace she’d not known in a long time. She let the tears flow she’d been blinking back, unsure how she could feel such an intimate connection to a man waling on her ass.
As Charlie charged forward with her lesson, he spoke words she’d never heard from a man before. “That’s my girl. I hope you’re learning how important you are to me by now, Emelie. We’ll be done soon and then all will be forgiven.”
Memories of the gunslinger crashed in on her. Oh how she wished this punishment could absolve her of that guilt as well. She suspected there wasn’t a spanking hard enough to wipe away that sin.
Overwhelmed with emotion, she let the sobs she’d been holding back rack her body. Tears fell to the bedspread as she cried her heart out. They were tears of regret for her many mistakes of which leaving Ruby alone in town was the least of her sins.
She felt as if she were floating with an unexpected euphoria when she realized her punishment was over. Strong arms held her close, lifting her to first stand before pulling her sore little bottom down into Charlie’s lap.
Emelie clung to him, her arms snaked around his neck as she snuggled into the crook of his neck and sobbed her heart out. He held her close, stroking her hair gently, whispering words of forgiveness and reassurance.
When she’d settled, he swished some of her tears away with his hankie before holding it up to her nose. “Blow for me, Em.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d called her by the same nickname her sister Klara used. Instead of making her homesick, it only made her feel closer to Charlie.
When she felt like she might trust her voice she asked. “Is it over?”
Expecting a resounding yes, his “almost,” wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She wiggled away, but he held her tight. For the first time she became aware of the hard rod she was sitting on. Testing her suspicion, she wiggled again and a low moan escaped from Charlie.
“That’s enough of that.” He stood, dropping her onto her feet but making sure he held up the skirt of her gown before it fell to the floor. “To the corner with you.”
He was shuffling her along with him as he moved towards the corner nearest the small dresser. She tripped on her drawers before he stopped to step on them. “Lift your foot. You won’t be needing these again for awhile.”
He had her on the move again as she pointed out the obvious. “This is ridiculous. I’m not a child.”
They’d arrived at the corner as he leaned in close, pressing his body against her back intimately. “Believe me, Emelie. I am perfectly aware of that fact.” He pressed his erection against her red derrière. “Now, hold up your skirts. I want to see that naughty fanny of yours on display.”
Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a teenager, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.
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