Free Erotica- So Not A Cowboy/ Spanking by Starla Kaye Page A

his implement of choice. “Really? Your shoe?”
    “Really. Now turn away and lower your head.” When she did, he slapped her bottom with the flip-flop hard enough that it left an impression.
    “Yeouch!” She danced up on her toes. “That sucker stings.”
    “Exactly the point.” He got down to the business of painting his wife's ass red. She was going to think hard before she purposely went against him next time.
    By the time he was done she was sobbing and no longer squirming around. He tossed the shoe away and pulled her up and into his embrace. “I love you, Mandy.”
    She sniffled and held onto him. “I love you, too.” Then she eased out of his arms, gave him a sad look, and started toward the bedroom. “But this isn't going to work.”
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    By the time Mandy woke the next morning the sun was forcing its way through the slit in the blinds and sliding across where she lay on the rumpled bed. She didn't have to look at the clock to know she'd slept in long past her usual wake-up time. She was late getting to her chores, but the ranch hands would have taken care of them. The ranch guests had probably already finished breakfast in the cook shack. They would be getting ready for the trail ride later this morning, but, again, Chet and a couple of the other men would help them. She was being such a slacker. In truth, she didn't care. She'd worked hard ever since returning to the ranch and would again. Being a little lazy just one morning wouldn't hurt that much. Although, if Drew were around, he would probably lecture her about her responsibilities. Thank goodness he wouldn't be back for another couple of days.
    She rolled to her side and the scent of their lovemaking drifted around her. She should be more than sated after their sex marathon into the wee hours. Instead she still felt a buzz of longing, heat curling low inside her. Her labia fluttered with need. Need for the man who slept dead to the world beside her. It still felt strange to have someone sleeping in her bed with her on a regular basis, even if it had only been less than a week. And this wasn't just any man, this was her husband.
    Her gaze moved to the wedding band he'd had specially made for her. The thought of it continued to warm her heart. And make her feel guilty. What had she given him but two months of resistance to the fact that they were married? She'd refused to even consider going back to LA to talk it all out. She'd hidden away at the family ranch and tried to ignore the issue. But he hadn't let her. He'd come halfway across the country to confront her, but they still hadn't actually dealt with the complicated matter.
    He shifted slightly and she watched the play of muscles across his broad back. She desperately wanted to reach over and touch him, run her fingers up and down his tanned body, savor the muscles beneath her fingertips, find his cock and….
    She bit back a quiet groan. What was he doing to her? She had ranch business to take care of, duties. Yet all she wanted was to have sex 24/7 with this man who didn't really belong in her life. He was an addiction. She needed space and distance away from him. Yet her body wanted him closer, intimately closer.
    Annoyed with her reactions to him, she squirmed off the bed. She stormed into the bathroom to take a much-needed shower and prepare for the day. But the entire time she tried to focus on what she had to do today, her body thrummed with desire that was evidently not easily satisfied. She considered dealing with it herself, but decided against it, knowing a couple of minutes of self-pleasuring wouldn't be enough.
    As she came out of the bathroom, she concentrated on not looking at the bed, not seeing the too-tempting body there. She would go straight to the closet and get dressed. Time was slipping away.
    But as she started by the bed, a hand snuck out and snagged her arm. A sleep-husky voice said, “I want you to make breakfast for us today.” He