Here’s the fifth tale of the Old West in the spicy, fast-paced Big Rock Romance series.

Buck lost his wife to pneumonia and his father to murder, within a few short months of each other. When he decides to crawl out of his mourning, he stops by to visit his friend, Dr. Elliott Larkin, and is introduced to Callie Mae Weathers and her friend, Lilac Indigo Preston. Buck had no idea his life would change so drastically within four short days! When he hires the Snow Detective Agency to help find his father’s killer, Reed and Deacon Snow uncover information that could change all their lives.

Take a trip to Big Rock and enjoy humor, mystery, sweet love stories, heroes, villains, and a couple of women who obey their men some of the time. But, oh dear, when they don’t…

Although all the stories in this series are technically standalone, the author advises that you might enjoy this one more if you read the fourth book in the series first, Big Rock Rescue. Better yet, treat yourself to all five in the series. You’ll be glad you did!

Publisher’s Note: This humorous, action-filled, Western romance contains a theme of power exchange.

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“All right, Miss Callie Mae, I think you’d better learn what happens when you don’t mind me.”

Before she knew what was happening, Callie found herself across his lap. Buck pulled her nightgown up to her back.

“Stop! You can’t see me like this!” It was hard to put all the emphasis she wanted to use into a whisper.

“In light of what I just caught you doing, that argument won’t fly.”

“But you can’t spank me; it’ll be too loud.”

“Then we’re mighty lucky I know how to do it quietly. You’re the one who has to keep quiet. If you don’t want Elliott busting in here and seeing you like this, then you might want to stuff that sheet in your mouth.”

Before Callie Mae could consider keeping quiet, Buck was striking her bottom with little rapid-fire licks of flame. She turned her head and was just able to see that he was striking her bare bottom with just his splayed-out fingers. She had no idea that fingers alone could hurt this much, and sure enough, there wasn’t much sound. Maybe Buck was just stronger than other men. There was more sting and less thud, but it felt almost as effective as the paddle Elliott used on her and Lilac Indigo.

“Stop that! It hurts!” It was getting harder to whisper.

“I imagine it does. That’s what I’m going for.” He swatted all across her bottom.

“Please, stop this!”

“I don’t think I’ve made my point yet.”

“Yes, yes, you have! I’ve learned my lesson!”

Buck paused. “And what lesson would that be, exactly?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

The pause was over. Even in the faint light of the candle, he could see some pinky-redness on her bottom, and the new strikes were aimed at the remaining white skin.

“All right, all right!” It was a loud whisper but, still, a whisper.

Buck stopped again.

“I have to mind you.”

“Yes, ma’am. I do believe that would be a wise choice on your part.”

Buck began to rub her backside, and Callie scooted herself up and off his lap.  She couldn’t help but see that the object of her curiosity was now in the same state it must have been in the barn, earlier that evening.

She sharply drew in her breath and couldn’t take her eyes off it.

Buck stood up and handed her the candle, guiding her to the door. Callie Mae was amazed, happily amazed, that he didn’t try to cover himself. She wanted another look.

“Well, after that, won’t you even kiss me goodnight?”

“Sugar, I believe you’ve had enough for one night. There’s always tomorrow.”


“Callie Mae, what am I going to do with you? I just smacked your backside for this kind of thing. Go back to your room. Now. Mind me. Go. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Callie Mae, not to be outdone, put her fingertips up to her lips and pulled them away, blowing him a kiss.

Buck tossed his head in mild disbelief, but he grinned at her and held up his hand, as if he’d caught it.

She didn’t respond, still trying to shrink into the cabinet.

He unbuckled his belt. “All right. We’ll just do this in here.”

Callie snapped. “No!” she screamed in a panic.

She ran past him, eluding his grasp as he reached out. She ran toward the hall with Buck in pursuit. In the hall, he caught her arm, but she twisted around and escaped his grip. She kept running, heading back through the parlor toward the kitchen. Buck caught up to her again and grabbed at her waist, but she jerked away so hard, he could only hold on to the fabric of her skirt. She wasn’t wearing a petticoat; she rarely did around the house. They both heard the skirt rip, and she was off again, this time out the front door.

Buck looked down at the little scrap of her skirt fabric in his hand, cursed, and headed outside. Once outside, he was able to open up into a full run, and with his long legs, he was upon her in no time. He held her left arm as he delivered a strong blow to her bottom with his right. She squealed, yanked her arm, and managed to get away.

But not far. Buck tackled her, taking them both to the ground. Callie landed face down in the grass as Buck firmly took both her wrists and held them behind her back. He knelt with his left shin on her lower back and delivered another significant swat to her bottom.

There was no way she could escape this time.

“All right, little lady, we’re going to do this. I’d rather do it inside, but if you want to do it out here, I’ll oblige. Just know that you’ll be bare-assed, and I can’t promise any of the ranch hands won’t get an eyeful if they happen to come by.”

“No! Please. Not out here. I’ll go inside.”

“Good choice. You’ll have to forgive me, though, if I don’t trust you to go in under your own power.”

With that, he picked her up and hoisted her over his left shoulder. As he walked toward the house, he reached up under her skirt and ripped off her bloomers, letting them fall to the ground.

“Well, wh…you can’t just leave those on the ground!”

He swatted her again through her skirt. “I believe I can. Something tells me I need to save as much time and effort as I can. You can come out afterward and get them if you want.”

As they neared the house and her doom, the thought of someone seeing her tattered undies mattered less and less, especially since she knew Buck must be furious with her right now.

What have you done to yourself, Callie Mae? You just made it so much worse than it would have been!

In the kitchen, Buck cleared the table with one powerful swipe of his arm. As everything clattered to the floor, Callie was grateful there had been no breakable dishes in danger.

He slung her off his shoulder and had her on her feet, face down over the table in one move. Buck wasted no time gathering her wrists behind her again. He held them against her back with some weight, letting her know she wasn’t getting up.

Callie heard him give a rueful chuckle, then she felt him grasp the skirt fabric where it had torn earlier, and he gave a mighty heave, ripping almost all of the back of the skirt completely off. She felt cool air where she shouldn’t. Knowing what was in store, she finally went nearly limp and laid her forehead down on the table.

“Callie Mae,” Buck said, taking a long heavy breath, “I intend to make you sorry for doing that. You agreed to this, and you knew it was coming.”

“That doesn’t mean I wanted it.”

“Nobody wants it, little girl. And when I’m done, you won’t ever want it again.”