I hired on knowing Knox would demand more than work from me. His discipline is the only thing that quiets the fear I am not enough.

Every rise in tension ends the same. He orders me to bend across the desk or saddle rack. His hand or the strap spanks me until I am sore and marked. Then he claims me, taking me while I am still shaking from the strokes.

Discovery would ruin us both. I could walk away from the ranch. I stay for the next order.

Scorching 1880s Western MM discipline erotica featuring spanking punishment and degradation. For readers who crave strict ranch owners and the hands who submit to them.