The Writer and the Rancher by Chula Stone

Author:Chula Stone [Stone, Chula]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2013-11-25T05:00:00+00:00

July 6, Creekview Ranch

I just want to write this down so I remember it. It’s a solemn promise and this time I really mean it. I will never never never speed again. Well, I mean, I’ll never go that fast again. At least, never more than ten miles an hour over the limit and certainly not twenty… and nowhere near thirty over. That definitely not. I think it was seeing the number thirty-seven in the “how many miles over the limit” block on the ticket that really got Travis riled up.

If Jo-Jo just hadn’t goaded me into it, I never would have been going so fast in the first place. She was calling me chicken and daring me to go faster and all. Then when the officer stopped me, she didn’t cry like I told her to. She got mad and gave the officer grief about wasting taxpayer money on stopping law-abiding citizens when there were bad guys out there to catch. I mean, who does that? You can’t get out of a ticket if you gripe and complain about the cops, can you? Everyone knows that.

And it wasn’t Jo-Jo who had to pay for the ticket, was it? No! It was me in the driver’s seat and me in the hot seat when I got home. I thought I might cry my way out of it with Travis, but once he saw the amount on the ticket, he hit the roof. He didn’t even listen to my explanation of how it was Jo-Jo’s fault.

He just kept saying “Thirty-seven? Thirty-seven. Thirty-seven!” like it was some kind of magic spell. Then he popped my backside like a dozen times over my jeans, right there in the kitchen, repeating that darn number.

After that he dragged me over to the corner and said, “Stay there until I go outside and cool off. I need to think about this a little while.” I knew that couldn’t be good and it wasn’t, but still, I wasn’t scared. Of course, I’m never scared of Travis. I was just dreading the punishment.

For one thing, he was going to spank my bare bottom and I knew it. Since we’ve been married, all my spankings end up on the bare, but that’s okay ‘cause we’ve only done kind of play spankings. I knew this one would be different.

When he came back in, I was glad to see that he had cooled off. In fact, he was calm enough to tell me to get out of all my clothes. He didn’t say, “Strip” like he sometimes asks me to do, all sexy and playing dominant. This time he was being dominant. I think he used different words just to let me know he wasn’t playing and this wasn’t going to be fun.

I took my shirt off kind of slowly, hoping to maybe distract him, but nothing doing. He watched me like I was some kind of automatic dishwasher he had to keep an eye on so it didn’t flood the kitchen.

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