When a rare illness hits Earth, more than half of the female population becomes extinct. This results in men fighting over the few precious females left and government run agencies catering to the rich.
Grayson Baker has no desire to get involved in another war, and instead, he decides to remain celibate while focusing on his business. When his friend begs him to take an aggressive female off his hands, he reluctantly agrees.
Lorelai is a beautiful and crafty woman who has escaped marriage twice and is determined to do so a third time. Unfortunately for her, Grayson is not the type to give up on a challenge easily. He is determined to discipline Lorelai and make her realize the only place she belongs is with him.
Publisher’s Note: This Dystopian romance contains steamy scenes and a theme of power exchange.
“Relax,” Grayson instructed as he gripped her waist with his hand to keep her from squirming. He didn’t want to accidently hurt her.
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one getting spanked.”
“Honey, you’re the only one to blame for being in this position. Again.”
Lorelai didn’t respond as Grayson started stroking the paddle over her bare rump. “What you did was dangerous, not to mention volatile. You could have gotten yourself killed.”
“I am your husband, Lorelai. Your master. You obey me.” He raised the paddle in the air. “You are to never place yourself in danger or disobey me again. Do you understand me?”
The paddle fell on the center of her bottom with a loud cracking sound, causing Lorelai to yelp. She buried her head against the pillows as her entire body stiffened in place.
“Relax those cheeks,” he instructed as the paddle fell again, leaving behind a pink rectangular shape on her rump. He could see Lorelai was trying to be good and do as she was told, but her efforts were futile the second the heavy paddle hit the punished target.
For the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard coming from the bedroom were the cracking of the paddle on tender skin and Lorelai’s pleas for mercy. Grayson ignored her tears even though they nearly broke his heart. Instead, he focused on making her bottom as red and as sore as possible. He needed to make Lorelai understand the little stunt she had pulled was reckless. Society had rules in place for each gender, and she had to follow them whether she agreed with them or not.
He watched as she squirmed and tried to get away, but she couldn’t get very far with his hand gripping her hips. Her cheeks jiggled briskly as they felt the full force of the paddle while he watched them go from olive to maroon. Rectangles adorned her bottom and the back of her thighs from where the paddle had hit repeatedly.
Lorelai had started kicking almost as soon as the paddling had started, which resulted in her opening her legs, earning her a stroke or two between her legs. Grayson stopped paddling her and studied his work.
The entire lower half of Lorelai’s body from her hips to the back of her thighs were deep red and more than likely would remain like that for the next few days. Lorelai was still sniffling and hollering, unaware the paddle was no longer falling on her bare flesh. After a few more minutes of crying, she finally noticed, and she started rising up.
“No.” Grayson slapped the paddle down against her swollen rump. “I didn’t say we were finished yet.”