Forty men take my orders and not one has ever made me repeat myself.
I run the biggest herd in the territory, and my pride is the one thing I have never put up for sale.

Then I hired Diana Innes. She has a jagged scar above her collarbone and no interest in my rank.
She was the first to tell me no to my face. I wanted her to say it again.
Last month she took me into the tack room, bared me over her knee among the saddles, and used the belt until the orders stopped coming.
No warning. She set her rules afterward and I have kept every one.

That is the shame of it. Not the belt. That I stood in the corral next morning and wanted it again.
She says my name low and my mouth goes dry.

Tonight she wants me back in there at lantern light.
Bare me. Put me over her knee. Use the crop until my pride is gone. Set new rules and hold me to them.
My crew is fifty yards off, my authority rests on nobody knowing, and I go anyway.
She could ride out tomorrow and take this with her.
What is left of the baroness if I kneel? What is left of me if I do not?

A full-length lesbian western spanking and discipline erotic novel featuring a cattle baroness and the ranch hand who refuses her orders.

Mercy Fenfield

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