Taming Megan is now live on Amazon!
This is the story of Jake Roark and his young bride, Megan. Jake's a little different than his brother Luke (from Taming Emma) but the Roark men all have one thing in common - they take their women in hand when they've misbehaved with a loving, yet firm hand.
Here's an excerpt from Megan's first punishment spanking:
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"Now tell me why you're going to be spanked tonight, Megan."
"Because I drank too much last night and broke my promise."
Jake nodded, going around his desk to open a drawer. She watched as he retrieved the small wooden paddle and took a seat on the couch. He then reached his hand out to her.
She had seen that thing once. She'd even felt it on her bottom when he had jokingly swatted her with it. It had hurt and he'd only been fooling around then.
"Come here, honey."
"Are you going to use that?" she asked before she took a step.
"I'll use my hand first. That will just be at the end. Come here."
Well, she supposed his hand would be more forgiving than the paddle. She walked over, her step slow, her eyes on his hands, his big hands. Megan swallowed and went to stand between his knees. He took her hands in his, his thumbs massaging her palms.
"I don't want to tell you who you can and cannot see, but that Josie, I don’t trust her," he said.
"I've known her forever, Jake. I can't just abandon her, not when she needs me."
He shook his head. "Do you see a pattern, Meg? Every time you're with her, we end up in some sort of argument…"
"Discussion," she adjusted.
"Fine, discussion. Either way, just keep you eyes open around that girl."
She nodded, not entirely doubting what he said but not able to fully accept it either.
"All right, come on, let's get this done. Over my knee."
Her heart began to pound harder as she looked at his lap, wondering how she was going to do this with any grace at all. Not that there would be any grace once she was actually in position. There wasn't any elegance in being turned over your husband's knee and spanked with your panties down around you ankles and your bottom bared.
"Let's go," he said.
Jake tugged on her wrist and Megan placed on knee on the couch, slowly lowering herself over his lap and placing her hands on the floor.
"Next time you're being punished, I'd like you to braid your hair," he said, collecting the long tangled curls and setting them over her shoulder.
Megan stared straight ahead, every part of her tense.
"Relax," he said, his hand at the back of her neck, massaging for a moment, then moving down over her back, pressing at her low back so her hips were lifted higher. He gripped her waist and held her to him with one hand while with the other, he rubbed circles over her bottom. "Where do your hands and feet need to stay while we do this?" he asked.
"On the floor, Sir."
"Good girl. Ready?"
"No," she mumbled.
He chuckled just before the first smack landed.
"Ow!" Megan immediately reached back to cover her bottom, one leg kicking instinctively as she wriggled to free herself.
"Meg, hands and feet," he said, grabbing the wrist of her errant arm and holding it tight to her low back. "Where do they stay?" he asked, his tone just a hair more stern.
"I'm sorry. It just surprised me I guess."
"Where?" he repeated.
"On the floor, Sir."
He let her go and she wiped her hair from her face, bracing herself.
He gripped her waist just a little tighter as he began again, this time working faster to cover both cheeks equally and without pause in between. Megan tried to keep her hands and feet on the floor, even managing to catch herself more than once when she involuntarily reached back to cover herself. He didn't pause with the spanking as he reminded her again of where her feet and hands were to remain.
"I'm sorry. Ow! Can you just. Ouch. Slow down. Jake, it hurts!"
"It's a punishment, Meg. Not foreplay." As he said it, he shifted his position and swung one leg over hers, trapping hers between his. "Give me your hands," he said.
"No," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. "I'll keep them here. I promise."
"Hands." He waited.
She shook her head but even as she did, she reached her hands back so he gripped her wrists at her low back, still managing to keep her tight to him as her torso hung over his legs, her heavy hair draped on the floor.
"Ok, let's get started."
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Jake Roark is the husband Megan never dreamed she could have—handsome, responsible, kind-hearted, and so much more. Before she ever said her wedding vows, though, she also knew that he was traditional enough to take a misbehaving wife in hand. When the bad habits from the wild life she led before she met Jake begin to resurface, Megan soon finds herself over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.
Jake's firm hand and old-fashioned ways only increase her love for him, but when a mistake from the past is suddenly thrust into the forefront of her life and her marriage, will Jake's love for Megan be strong enough to keep her in his arms forever, no matter what he learns about her?
Publisher’s Note: Taming Megan is a stand-alone sequel to Taming Emma. It is an erotic romance novel that contains graphic sexual scenes, anal play, and spankings, including domestic discipline in a contemporary setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.