Running is the only way she knows how to cope.
Broken by a family that only had one use for her, Janie runs. Her solution to every situation that scares her is to run.
When she takes a job with the one man who understands her better than she understands herself, Janie discovers there are consequences for her actions. Can Joshua convince her that she is worthy of being loved and cared for after all she has endured at the hands of others?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains a theme of power exchange.
“What are you doing?” I turn a second before he reaches me.
“You have a spanking coming, or did you forget?”
“I thought you were joking.” Backing up to the wall, I move my hands over my behind.
“Sweetie, you may have forgotten or thought I was joking. I wasn’t, nor will I when it comes to discipline.”
“But you didn’t tell me it would be today,” I counter.
“You will either walk over to the sofa and lie over my knees, or I will carry you over there and lay you over my knees. Your choice.”
“Really, we don’t have to do this at all,” I reason.
Josh, apparently, doesn’t see it my way. Lifting me off the floor like a rag doll, he carries me across the room and takes a seat on the futon. Laying me over his knees, he moves my hands to the floor before flipping my dress over my back to expose the straps of my thong.
“I like this.” Josh runs a finger between the thin strap and my skin. His hand moves over the curve of my butt cheek, and my legs move upward a second before his hand comes down, delivering the first swat.
“Ouch.” I look over my shoulder.
“Feet down, hands down, or it’s going to be an additional five swats,” Josh warns.
“What?” I shake my head.
“You are going to get ten swats, five for cursing and five for walking out on me at the diner. You resist, five more will be added. You kick or put your hands over your ass, five more will be added. Understand?”
“Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it; you don’t have to spank me.”
“Sweetie, enough talk for now. We’ll discuss this in full after.” He delivers three more swats, alternating cheeks.
“That hurts.” I wiggle against the hold he has on me.
“It’s supposed to hurt.”
Three more swats, distributed from the middle of my ass cheeks to the top of my thigh. Josh strokes the stinging flesh before delivering another across the crease dividing the globes.
“Dammit.” I fight the tears threatening to roll. “You said ten and that was eleven.”
“I couldn’t resist.” He flips me around and cradles me against his chest with my abused posterior resting between his open legs. Fighting the tears, I rest my head on his shoulder and concentrate on his hand running up and down my back.
“What was the real reason you spanked me?” I finally ask.
“Sweetie,” his lips brush against my forehead, “have you heard of domestic discipline?”