Regulation Ranger
Chapter Five
(Last Chapter)

Janine pushed open the front door and peered inside. “Matt? Matt?”

Where had he gone? Darned man! She reluctantly walked inside and shut the door behind her.

“In here, Janine.”

She followed the sound of his voice until she found him, sitting on a hard wooden chair in the middle of what seemed to be his lounge.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” she huffed, throwing her bag down on the sofa. A nice, comfortable, brown leather one, she noted.

He spoke sharply, getting her attention. “I asked you to follow me… and I expect you to obey orders. I don’t wait!”

“You know what, Red? It doesn’t matter. I’ll cross that bridge when and if we come to it.” He shook his finger meaningfully at her. “You just make sure, little girl, that when the time comes, and you’re going back to the Big Apple, you tell me when the magic date will be. You promised me you would do that, do you remember?”

Becky closed her eyes briefly. “Yes,” she conceded with reluctance.

“Good. Because if you leave me back here in the dust again, you won’t sit for a month.”

Fantasy Meets Reality
Chapter Two

She jumped, as she felt his palm cupping her cheek.  He gently caressed her, and then gave her a soft pat.

“What is happening here, Ashton?” he questioned softly.

What did he mean?  Ashton’s thoughts were incoherent; her mind unable to focus. 

“Um, I don’t understand what you mean… ”

“What am I about to do to you?” He clarified his question.

“Spank me,” she answered in a small voice.

 
Holiday Stories

Millie stood and shucked off the dress.  “I’m going to wash up,” she told her husband.  “Can you get the casseroles in the back seat of the car without burning yourself?”

“I’ll manage.”

Before she could make it to the door, he snagged her elbow and turned her to face him.  She was beautiful, standing there in bra and panties, a trickle of sweat snaking down to disappear between her breasts.  He tunneled his hands through her thick, honey-colored hair.  This time, his kiss was a languid exploration, his tongue stroking hers until her breath came out in ragged little gasps.

“Tonight, when we get home,” he said against her mouth, “I just might have to put you over my knee.”

A Picnic in the Park

She also learned that her new husband (despite being the kindest, sweetest, most romantic man she'd ever known) definitely had his limits. Little Salt Creek was not Boston, he explained patiently the first time she overdrew their account at the bank. If they were to survive on a small town sheriff's monthly salary, they would have to live within what he called a "sensible budget."

Since "sensible budget" was not a phrase, nor a concept, with which Molly was familiar, she set about proving to Dan that there were more important things in life than budgets. What was to be gained by hiding all one's money away in a bank, where it did no good at all? There were more useful things to do with money—such as making the two of them a gracious home, filled with lovely things. Things like the beautiful mahogany spinet she found in the Montgomery Ward catalogue. 

The first spanking of Molly's life arrived a mere two hours after the arrival of the mahogany spinet.

“I think you and I need to have a little talk!” Without waiting for an answer, he took hold of her arm and helped her down off the stool.

“Now listen, Matt. I didn’t do it on purpose, you know!”

“We’ll discuss this outside. Come on!”

Janine found herself being led outside the bar and over to Matt’s truck. He opened the passenger door and waited for her to get in, but Janine was having none of it. She leant against the truck and crossed her arms mutinously, refusing to budge.

“You have exactly three seconds to get in the truck!”

She stared back at him sullenly and shook her head. Matt took one look at her stubborn face and hauled her straight over his knee.

When he had calmed down and gathered his emotions together, Tucker glanced out towards the barn and discovered that the light was still on inside the stable area, meaning that Becky was still working on Comet, the horse she’d taken out. She must be really giving that horse special care, out of guilt from the way she’d ridden him – that, or she was simply dallying out there, trying to delay coming in here and facing the music.

Tucker sighed. He didn’t want to get into this tonight. He’d had a romantic evening planned for the two of them, and beyond holding her in his arms all night long and talking about their future, he’d wanted nothing else. Now he’d be lucky if she said one word to him the rest of the night after he spanked her, let alone let him touch her.

Fantasy Meets Reality
Chapter One

Nate let himself into his home, rubbing a weary hand over his neck. 

Damn, he was tired!

He bit back a yawn as he crossed over the threshold.  Damn charity functions, he thought cynically.  If half the women there donated the jewelry they were wearing, the night’s goal would have been met without any other contributions.

Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from his study, and froze. Someone was in his house!

Ashton was so involved in what she was doing that she was lost to all else, and failed to hear the front door open, and then close.

Newbie

“Don’t make me quit; it feels so good.”

His gaze steeled, and his jaw set. “You disobeying me?”

“Uh…” she said. But, she didn’t move her hand.

“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now. Sit on the end of the bed and wait for me.”

“But, Bill…I…”

“Now,” he said, pointing towards his bedroom. “Wait for me. Don’t touch yourself.”

Dream Job

Darren looked at her intently. Abruptly, he asked, “Do you have any idea how hot you look in that outfit?”

Was he kidding? “Well… no. I like it because it’s sort of tailored, and it gives sort of an authoritative, um, vibe, I thought. I like to wear nice clothes every so often, just to shake things up.”

Darren walked to the door and locked it. He came back and leaned against the desk, in front of Diana.

“It wasn’t in your best interest to wear that outfit,” he said, still staring at her. “You distracted me. I think you should be punished.”

Zoe looked at Luke and grimaced, knowing that Matt was in for one of Janine’s famous tempers.

Janine already had her back turned away from Matt. She was lying on her side, feigning sleep.

Matt put his hand on her shoulder and roughly pulled her round to face him. “Has anyone ever told you how rude you can be?” he growled.

“I am not rude! You’re the one who’s rude!”

“Me!” Matt stared at her incredulously. “I didn’t just storm off like a child! You had better answer me or else!”

“Or else what? You’re going to spank me again… use brute force like the big Neanderthal you are?”

He sent her a thunderous glare. “That doesn’t make it right,” he insisted. “I deserved to know what she was really feeling, and you should have told me when she didn’t.”

Amy rolled her eyes. “Fine, maybe you’re right about that. But it’s too late now, anyway. So what do you want me to do?”

“Promise me, right here and now, no more secrets. You know something’s going on with Becky that I don’t, you come and you tell me.”

She pursed her lips in consideration.

“Amy…” Tucker started warningly.

“Okay, fine. I promise.” She made a face. “Are you still going to spank me?”

The Determined Wife

Matt’s eyebrows rose. “Nope. I just thought maybe you’d appreciate some hot food, especially after yesterday’s fiasco.”

Janine looked down, feeling slightly ashamed, but then tilted her chin up defiantly. “Well, that was a mistake, and I can assure you, it won’t happen again!” She hoped her meaning was clear. She was referring to the spanking more than the fire.

He stroked his chin with one hand before answering her. “Well, let’s hope so. Where are you headed today?”

Janine shrugged. “Not sure. We were thinking of hiking up the mountain there.” She turned and pointed to the large mountain behind her. “It’s a nice day, and we could do with stretching our legs.” She paused, realising he was frowning at her. “What now?”

“You do realise there’s a storm coming tonight?”

“Yes… I’m not stupid, you know, or deaf either! I did hear Luke explaining to Zoe!” she snapped.

Becky slunk down the stairs and back to the kitchen, feeling the whole while as if her bottom was throbbing with each matching beat of her heart. She slid an uncertain look at Tucker’s back, where he was bent over, removing something from the oven, and then grimaced at the unwelcome site of the hardwood dining table and chairs.

Spirit padded up to her and licked her hand in a sympathetic welcome. He sat at her feet and looked up at her with sad eyes, making a faint whining sound.

Tucker deposited the pancakes and bacon in the center of the table and turned to look at her. His gaze was unreadable.

“I don’t think I can sit down at that table right now,” she told him honestly.

He glanced at the airport doors, as she giggled.  "If I thought we had a whole five minutes to ourselves, I'd pull you into the back of this van with me right now."

"Oh, really?"

"Why not?  I could fold down the jumpseat, skin you out of those jeans, and give you a few little slaps to warm up by.  Then a nice rub."

"Mmmm."

"Tug your panties up until I make 'em into a poor-boy's thong… say, which panties are those, anyway?"

"Eesh, you would ask that when I'm sitting here in my white cotton thunderpants.  If I'd known you were going to spin a web of erotic suggestion, I'd have been sexier."

 
The Husband with X-ray Vision

By Michelle Carlyle

Satisfied her stuff could not be seen, she left the attic, shut the door, dove down the steps, turned the corner and bellowed in fear. Rob was standing right there.

His carved face paled. His blue eyes went wide; he clutched his chest and staggered back into the living room.

Gerry held herself, trying to breathe. “God, you scared me.”

He sputtered for a moment then regained his senses and got angry. “What? You were expecting a homicidal maniac? Jesus, honey, what’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry, sorry. I… where the hell did you come from?”

“I was in my office, working.”

She nearly fainted. “You… you’ve been here the whole time?” she squeaked.

The Mountain

By Oona West

“Tai,” she breathed, “please.”

He kissed her thigh. “Tell me about the tea,” he said, which meant, tell me what’s happening inside you; tell me why you’re pushing to get spanked.

She shook her head.

He lifted his hand and slapped her butt. “Now!"

“Tai,” she gasped, “no.”

“It’s too late to protest, Cat…”