A Spanking Good New Year: Short Story Collection
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A Spanking Good New Year
Rayanna Jamison
Libby Campbell
Mira Brooks
Measha Stone
Adaline Raine
Susannah Shannon
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Contents
Foreword
Rayanna Jamison
The Spanking Experiment
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About the Author
Libby Campbell
A Prairie Promise
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About the Author
Mira Brooks
Joining of the Clans
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
About the Author
Measha Stone
Until You
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
About the Author
Adaline Raine
Claudia’s Revolution
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About the Author
Susannah Shannon
Freezer Burn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About the Author
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Rayanna Jamison, Libby Campbell, Mira Brooks, Measha Stone, Adeline Raine, Susannah Shannon
A Spanking Good New Year 2017
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The Spanking Experiment
by
Rayanna Jamison
Aurelia Black grew up in a home where her father routinely employed a firm loving hand to keep his many children, and their mothers in line. Her brainiac husband Troy grew up in a home where the same methods were used, in a not so loving way. When he married Aurelia, he vowed to be a different kind of man than his father was. He would never lay a hand on his wife, domestic discipline community or not. Their marriage is a good and equal one, but when Troy finds out that his wife actually wants to be spanked – so much so that she often acts up in front of her father to achieve the same end result, will he be able to set aside his past, and step up to the plate?
Excerpt from The Spanking Experiment:
The truck rolled over a pothole on the old dirt road and Aurelia hissed as she was jostled in her seat. “Troy! Be more careful! I’m sore!”
The reference to his wife’s freshly spanked bottom annoyed him more than it elicited sympathy. “Why do you do this? Every time we go to your parents’ you act like a spoiled child, even though you know exactly what will happen. It’s the same thing that always happens!” He was embarrassed just thinking about it.
“You mean me getting spanked?”
Troy took his eyes off the road for only a split second – long enough to shoot his beloved wife a look that was a mix between disbelief and complete and utter annoyance. “Yes, that. You know exactly what I mean. And yet, the minute we walk through the door of your parents’ house you turn into an absolute brat. And the day ends with you in your father’s study and me listening awkwardly from the living room, while the rest of your family glares at me as if I’m the one in the wrong.”
“You mean you listening to me getting spanked,” she said the words slowly and deliberately. “Say it, Troy. Stop pussyfooting around and say what you mean. You don’t like listening to your wife getting her bottom spanked.”
He ignored her, pointedly, and she let out a loud guffaw, as she gaped at him. “Good lord, Troy! You can’t even say the word, can you?”
Sighing with exasperation, he pulled the truck into their driveway, and twisted the key to shut off the engine, before turning towards her. “Of course, I can say the word, Aurelia. I went to an Ivy League school and I have an extensive vocabulary. Do not be ridiculous.”
“Then say it, Troy. Because, as you so kindly pointed out – this is not the first time we have had this conversation, and I do believe I’ve never heard you say it. So, Mr. Ivy League, if you have a problem with something, the best thing to do is express yourself in a clear and concise manner and begin working towards a resolution.”
The sentence was one that he said to her often. In their home, and their marriage, they resolved their issues with rational discussions between two adults. Which was what made it so completely mind-blowing to watch her morph into the spoiled rotten nasty teenage girl she had been in high school, the second they stepped through the door of her parents’ house.
“Fine,” he growled, knowing when he was stuck. “I do not particularly like hearing my adult wife get her bottom spanked, which I’ve told you before, many times. Maybe not in so many words, Aurelia, but you know how I feel, and yet, whenever we go to your parents’, you turn into a whole different person.”
“I’m the exact same person, Troy. You just don’t see it at home. You have serious blinders on when it comes to me and my behavior.”
He had no response for that, and he felt like this conversation was going nowhere fast. Shooting her a look of disbelief, he sighed. “Maybe there are things I let slide, but you’re a good wife, Aurelia – until we go to your parents, and you know what will happen. It happens every single time. So, why? Why do you behave like that?”
“Are you serious, Troy? You really don’t know? You haven’t managed yet, in all these years to put A and B together and come up with C?”
He stared at his wife, completely baffled. “No Aurelia, I can honestly say that I certainly have no rational idea why you would start a food fight with your sister at Christmas dinner.”
The look she shot him was one of pure disgust, tinted with a hint of embarrassment, causing him to be confused even further. Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned to stare out the window.
“Ria.” Troy sighed, tapping his wife on the shoulder, trying to get her attention to continue the conversation. “Ria, I feel like I’m missing something big here, and you won’t te
ll me what it is. So I’m going to ask one more time. Why is it that you act up so much at your parents’ knowing full well how the night will end?”
She turned and glared at him again, and his heart sank. “Are you mad at me? Is this some kind of test where all these years I was supposed to step in and attempt to protect you, and I keep failing the test? I can’t pass a test I don’t know I’m taking!” He didn’t add that her father was a force to be reckoned with, and it was a test he couldn’t have passed if he tried.
That finally elicited a giggle from her and she turned back to him, unbuckling as she scooted across the bench seat, laying her hand on his thigh, and looking down at an imaginary spot on the upholstery. “No, Troy, you’re not failing a test. Well,” she corrected, “not that test anyway.”
“I don’t understand.” He wanted to, but he just didn’t.
“I know.” Ria’s sigh was long suffering, as she wrung her hands together, refusing to look at him. “I act up at my parents’ because I don’t get spanked at home, and as stupid as it is, sometimes I just miss it. And I guess I have this fantasy in my head that since it bothers you so much when my father does it, maybe that you’ll step in and spank me instead so he doesn’t have to. It sounds stupid. It is stupid, I know it is. I’m really sorry, Troy. I won’t do that anymore. I promise.”
There wasn’t a single thing she could have said that would have shocked him more. He stared at her dumbfounded, as his mouth and mind struggled to form coherent thoughts. “You miss being spanked? But… but… you’re a married woman.”
“Yeah, I’m a married woman living in a town where every other married woman gets spanked.”
“Exactly. And it’s a bit archaic, is it not? I assumed you would consider yourself lucky to be married to me.” Even as it came out, he chuckled to himself at how cocky it sounded, and Aurelia laughed too.
“I am lucky to be married to you. But it’s not because you don’t spank. That’s actually your one downfall.” She said it with a smile, and he could see that it was meant lightheartedly, but the truth hit him like a ton of bricks right in the gut.
“You… wish I spanked you? But… for what?”
The look she gave him spoke volumes. “Troy, can we just go inside? I’m sorry I brought it up.”
She hadn’t, he had, but that didn’t really matter at the moment. His world had spun on its axis and everything he had believed about the way he ran his home had been shattered with a single sentence. Still, Aurelia was right – there was no reason to be having this conversation sitting in their driveway. Casting one last look of disbelief in her direction, he hopped out of the truck, walking around to her side to open the door for her. He offered his arm, as he always did, and she took it, but didn’t even look at him as they made their way inside.
As soon as the door closed behind them, she made for the stairs.
“Aurelia. Stop.” His voice possessed a firmness he didn’t even know he had, and to his surprise, it stopped Aurelia in her tracks. Her eyes were full of expectation when she turned to him.
A Prairie Promise
by
Libby Campbell
Surfer Kylie Sandford has always spent Christmas around someone’s pool or on the beach in her native Australia. When she spends Christmas in Canada, her handsome next door neighbor, Will Reimer, becomes a self-appointed guardian and guide to the frozen white north. When Kylie flaunts his rules, she finds a white Christmas comes with a red bottom.
Excerpt from A Prairie Promise:
“Oh calamity!” Kylie stood back and kicked the locked door, as if it was willfully refusing to open just to frustrate her. She’d adopted the expression oh calamity from a book she’d read recently and was using it to try to tone down her profanity. But it wasn’t as satisfying as true swearing. It was like light beer and skinny lattes – a poor facsimile for the real thing.
“Oh fucking calamity!” she shouted and gave the house next door a quick guilty look. The lights were on and that meant the charming Will Reimer was home, preparing a turkey dinner for her and four other friends, all of them, except Will himself, transplants from faraway cities. Will called it his Orphans and Strays Christmas Dinner and everyone had been assigned a dish to bring. Kylie was responsible for dessert, but that was on the other side of the locked door.
This was no time to be proud, she decided. She’d locked herself out a couple of times before and Will had the spare key. Only now, she was going to have to listen to another one of his lectures about taking more care before she left the house.
You’re not in Australia any longer and when you step into the subzero cold of the Canadian prairies, you better have your act together. Yada, yada, yada.
She followed the path he’d shoveled between their two houses, bending her head into the wind. She wanted nothing more than a hot bath after her long run, but now she was going to cop a blast from Will, her self-appointed guardian.
Running kept her sane in this frigid climate. Being stuck between four walls made her twitchy, like a tiger trapped in a cage. When she was twitchy, her impatience to escape the four walls made her forgetful and careless. Will knew that and had suggested that instead of just throwing on her running gear and bolting out the door, she stop and think about the environment she was stepping into. She could ignore the prairie winter but it wouldn’t ignore her, he’d said. It was a difficult adjustment for someone who lived a block from one of Australia’s finest beaches. When she wanted to catch a wave at home, all she had to do was slip on her bikini, cover it with a rash vest, and pick up her board. On the other hand, she was only in Canada for six weeks and maybe Will was right and she should be a little more careful.
At the front of his house, she stopped for a moment to admire the winter wonderland he’d created in his yard. She’d never seen ice castles or light displays like the ones in Edmonton. Back in her native Sydney, some people put up Christmas lights but it was sweltering hot and humid and didn’t get dark until 9:00. So, they weren’t as dramatic as they were in the land of snow and ice. Snowmen didn’t make sense in a city that never even saw frost.
As a high school teacher with a long summer break unfolding in front of her, she had wanted to do something different this year. Then she got Aunt Nell’s email asking her if she’d like a cold Christmas for a change. Nell and Nick were heading home for the Australian summer and their house would be empty. The invitation was too perfect to refuse. She didn’t know there would be a perfect next-door neighbor thrown into the bargain – an athletic, dark, and handsome, but rather bossy, next-door neighbor.
She’d arrived mid-December and Will’s yard was already decorated. A family of silver deer grazed his front lawn, arranged in front of a small forest of brightly lit trees. A snowman perched on his front porch and strings of lights lined the driveway, the outside of the house and all the windows. Big evergreen garlands were wrapped around the porch railings. Recently he’d added a laser projector that wrapped the whole house in a kaleidoscope of swirling stars. It wasn’t the most elaborate light display around, but he was probably one of the few bachelors who decorated his house so extensively. She didn’t know any single guys in Australia who owned any Christmas decorations, let alone put up a tree.
The day she’d arrived, her aunt and uncle had invited Will over for coffee so she could meet him. Will was a prairie boy, born and bred, and could help her with anything she needed to know. Plus he was a builder and if she had problems with the house, Will could fix anything – maybe even climate change.
Kylie had looked up at the broad-shouldered man and tried not to gawk at his elegant face. He had cheekbones like granite and wide blue eyes that seemed to be always smiling, long dark hair curled around his ears and over his forehead. He could fix me she thought but smiled politely and said, “G’day.”
Will had handed her a business card with his cell number on the front and landline number scribbled on the back. “Call me anytime,” he said, tipping his forehead so close to hers she cou
ld smell the cold, outdoorsy scent of him. “I’m always available to help a damsel in distress.”
She’d blushed furiously at his open flirting.
Will laughed and straightened up. “Some of my friends are coming over tomorrow night for a tree-trimming party. Want to join us?”
Kylie had never heard of a tree-trimming party but she had no plans after driving her aunt and uncle to the airport and dreaded being on her own in that frozen city.
“Love to,” she’d said.
As she and her aunt hugged goodbye at the airport, Nell whispered, “Will’s a great guy, perfect for you. Much better than that surf bum you left behind. But be careful, he’s had his heart broken recently and, like you, his wounds are still fresh. Don’t become his rebound love and don’t let him become yours.”
Kylie assured her aunt that she knew exactly what she was doing. What could happen in six weeks anyway? She drove home, took a long soak in the big clawfoot tub in the renovated Craftsman house, and thought about the way Will’s eyes had drilled into her when he invited her over. At the memory of his beautiful smile and gravelly voice, the heat of the bathwater rose five degrees.
She pulled on leggings and a close-fitting tunic that showed off her toned figure and meandered over to Will’s place, a little earlier than the appointed hour. The smile that lit up his face when he greeted her made her happier than she’d felt in months. She followed him into a house that was even more beautiful on the inside than it was outside. It looked like a magazine spread with a huge fireplace in the living room, surrounded by three comfy sofas arranged in a horseshoe. Soft lighting from rows of wrought iron light fittings made the room cozy and welcoming.