Sage needs a husband and she needs him fast…
Cliff remembered Sage as a pesky teenager who had needed a good spanking. Now he saw her as a beautiful twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking.
Cliff is determined to use any means necessary to stop Sage from doing something rash…
Is Sage ready to commit an old-fashioned man who spanks?
Can Cliff and Sage get their act together in a few short weeks?
Will Sage finally be ready love, honor and obey?
“I feel like a heel,” Sage said grumpily. “I shouldn’t be the one that feels like that.” She stole an angry glance at Cliff who hadn’t said a lot since they’d left his grandmother’s house.
“Wait, I should feel like a heel? Why?” Cliff blinked with shock.
“You know why.” He could look as innocent as he liked but if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck and waddles like a duck, it is a duck.
“Um, no I don’t. Am I sorry that my grandparents blew the whistle on us? It wasn’t ideal, but they made up for it by giving us a nice party don’t you think? Their hearts were in the right place.”
“If that’s the story you’re sticking to.” Sage was being mean when he’d been nothing but nice to her and the kids but he had also been deceitful and conniving. If he wasn’t happy with things the way they had agreed to them, then why had he agreed? Why make promises of wanting to win her over? She hadn’t asked for any of that.
“I’m not sure what your problem is but I’m not arguing right now,” Cliff said with a sigh. “I don’t want to argue at all.”
“Sometimes, you don’t get what you want. Sometimes, people make all your decisions for you; change your plans, decide what’s best for you.”
“Don’t twist my words.” Sage was getting angrier as time ticked by. There was silence for a few minutes and that didn’t make her happy either. “We had a deal.”
“We still do.”
Cliff was white knuckling the steering wheel and she could tell he was getting riled, quiet anger wasn’t enough though. She was mad damn it and she wanted a response. She wanted a fight. “Sure, that’s why you told your grandparents about our getting married, suddenly like magic, the kids find out about us and you’re sleeping in my bed. I bet you planned on her inviting Aunt Jen but I bet you didn’t know that Aunt Jen would insist on keeping the kids though did you? “
Cliff pulled his grandfather’s truck to a stop outside Sage’s house. “You actually think that I orchestrated all of this to get you in the sack? Really?”
“Yes, it all seems a little convenient to me.”
Cliff did not utter a word but if the flashing from his eyes and the steam coming from his ears was any indication, there was plenty going on inside his head.
Sage sat there stunned, she’d wanted an argument, not compete silence. She watched Cliff open the door and slam it behind him. She had never seen him so angry. He’d probably stalk off to the barn for a bit until he’d calmed down. Nope, he was coming around to her side of the truck. Uh oh, perhaps she should have escaped while she had the chance. She wanted a fight and it looked like she was about to get her wish. Her fingers just about reached the door lock when he flung the door open. Efforts to scramble to the other side of the car were stopped by very strong male arms. Before she knew it, she was out of the car, scooped up with ease like a small child. “Cliff, stop, what are you doing?”
“Carrying my wife over the threshold.” Her angry husband tipped her over his shoulder, her head and arms dangled like a rag doll as he marched away from the car.
She had no choice but to grasp his belt buckle to steady herself as he took two steps at a time up to the porch. “Cliff!” she squealed.
Cliff slapped her bottom hard. This was escalating fast and she wasn’t going to be able to stop it. It didn’t hurt to try though. “You can’t spank me because I’m upset! Please, Cliff!” The screen door squealed and then banged shut behind them as he strode into the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom. She tried to fight; to kick and wriggle, but she was held firm. Sage punched the solid back which only earned her another hard slap.
“I’m not spanking you...” Cliff started to say, stepping into the bedroom they had slept in together a short time ago.
“Well good, just because you’re my husband, doesn’t mean you can manhandle me whenever you want to,” Sage interrupted.
“I was going to say, I’m not going to spank you for being upset. I am going to spank you, because you deserve it,” Cliff said, returning the favour and cutting her off before she was finished. He let her down and sat on the bed, still keeping her firmly between his knees.
After moving away for college, Sage Worthington settled down to a job in the city and only came back to her parents’ ranch for weekends and holidays. After receiving the call that changed her life forever, she rushed back to the place she always thought of as home and to the two little siblings who she loved dearly. This was where she was needed and this was where she wanted to be.
Clifton Welsh had been Sage’s next door neighbor for as long as she could remember. He was raised by his grandparents who turned their ranch over to him. They have retired to a smaller house on the property built for them on their favourite patch of the family land. Cliff remembered Sage as a pesky teenager who had needed a good spanking. Now she was back and he saw her as a beautiful twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking.
Sage needs a husband and she needs him fast, before she loses custody of her younger brother and sister. Cliff is determined to use any means necessary to stop Sage from doing something rash and dangerous. He is even willing to marry her himself but is Sage ready to commit to an old-fashioned man who spanks?
Disclaimer: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual content.
Author Bio :
Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.
She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.
Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.