The Rodeo Cowboy's Spanked Wife: Western Erotic Discipline Public Humiliation Romance

I keep Gwendolyn's obedience hidden behind canvas and dusk, but the land claim demands more than a ring on her finger. My rope-scarred palm knows the weight of her hips and the faint birthmark that marks where she yields. Every strike we share tightens the noose around us both.

The rodeo crowds press close, their cheers a constant reminder that one open flap could expose how she bends for me. Tonight the judge's stand creaks in the wind, its rail ready and the night air already lifting her skirts in my mind.

How many more nights can I mark her before the circuit takes her away?