The Cattleman's Spanked Wife: Western Erotic Discipline Exhibitionism Romance

The railroad men will arrive with the dawn, and Imogen still cannot hide how she responds when I correct her. That narrow waist and those hips were made for my hands, yet every time I mention the risk of eyes at the window she goes pale with something more than shame.

In the lantern glow of the hayloft the ledger lies open beside her bare thigh. I have her wrist now, pulling her into position, the first strike suspended while the night air moves through the slats and carries every sound we make.

I tell myself the legacy depends on keeping this private. The way her body yields tells me the truth we both deny, and the dread that one day the hands will know what I do to keep her mine.