Free Spanked by the Vet by Christa Wick

Instead of thanking her long-time crush Cayce Gerard after he rescues her from a truly disastrous date, Ashley Phillips wants to read him the riot act. When the gentle veterinarian uncharacteristically turns her over his knee and starts spanking her spoiled butt, Ashley’s protests turn to moans and her secret is finally out.
    What will the good doctor do?
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    Copyright © 2012 by Christa Wick
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    SPANKED BY THE VET (Curve Trouble #1)
    Stepping into the apartment of my long-time crush Cayce Gerard, I slipped my three-inch heels from my aching feet and glared at him as I tried to catch my breath. As much energy as I had expended climbing three flights of stairs, I could have almost walked home if he hadn’t insisted on driving me. Of course, the trek up the stairs wouldn’t have been necessary if my now ex-boyfriend Howard hadn’t dumped a bucket of ice water over Cayce’s head, necessitating a change of clothes.
    Catching my hard stare, Cayce wrinkled his nose. “I don’t need you shooting daggers at me, little girl.”
    Little girl!
    I suppressed a snarl. If my body was anything approaching petite, I wouldn’t have been dating a jerk like Howard.
    I wrinkled my nose right back at Cayce before looking away and pretending an interest in the few pieces of furniture that filled his combination living/dining room. I had visited the apartment just once before, a little more than a year ago. It had been a dark time in my life. Remembering that day, a knot formed in my throat so thick I almost choked swallowing it back down.
    Serving as a delivery girl, I had brought Cayce a contract for the transfer of my dying father’s animal clinic. Cayce was buying it, which seemed appropriate since he had worked at the clinic all through high school and college and again, as a vet, for two years after he finished graduate school and got his license. Daddy had loved those last two years, working side by side with…
    Rolling my lips inward, I closed my eyes. The evening had already been painful enough without thinking about daddy passing and how lonely the last year had been.
    I missed my father more than anything, but I missed Cayce, too. He had pretty much disappeared from my life after the funeral. Once a month, I got a small check from his account signed by his bookkeeper. The payments under his contract with daddy were based on a percent of profits. Judging by the checks, either a narrow definition applied to profits or things weren’t going too well at the clinic.
    So now I had no living relatives, a crappy job, very little money, and, after the scene in the restaurant, no boyfriend.
    I shook my head, trying not to think about Howard and the fiasco of the last few hours. The night had started out as a celebration — one I mistakenly thought included a proposal and an engagement ring. Howard had taken me to Uchi’s, after all. Everybody who is anybody in Austin knows that all the single, middle-aged rich guys go to Uchi’s to get laid or woo their future brides.
    It’s not like I’m delusional, just a little naïve, I guess. Howard really did have a proposal in mind. It even came with a diamond ring. Smaller, I imagine, than the one his wife wears.
    Yeah — Howard has a wife. He wanted to fly me to Saint Martin for a weekend “commitment” ceremony. He’d taken me to Uchi to offer me the grand honor of becoming his mistress, which is three letters too many for what he really meant. I told him no, of course, I wouldn’t do that to myself or another woman. I don’t care who she is or who the guy is.
    I should have slapped Howard and walked out, but I was embarrassed as hell to discover I had slept with a