When she arrives at a remote game reserve in South Africa to work on her next project, wildlife photographer Casey Summers is more than a little annoyed that the only ranger available to escort her during her visit is gruff, ruggedly sexy Rhett Dawson. More irritating still, she is informed that for her own safety she will be required to stay with Rhett at his lodge.
Matters soon come to a head when Casey disregards one of Rhett's rules and endangers herself in a risky attempt to get the best possible photograph, and before she knows it she finds herself over his knee for a long, hard spanking. When her reckless behavior continues, Casey quickly discovers that Rhett is more than ready to bare her bottom and punish her even more thoroughly.
Though being chastised in such a humiliating fashion infuriates Casey, she cannot deny her body's reaction to Rhett's stern dominance, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her what it means to be properly claimed and mastered she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But when a vicious band of poachers puts Casey's life in danger, will Rhett be able to protect her?
A sharp stinging slap covered her left buttock. She cried out in surprise even though she’d known it would be coming. She guessed she’d still been recovering from the shock of him baring her ass.
Another spank, harder this time, on the other cheek.
“Ouch... fuck!” A now familiar swarm of humiliation burned through her. It brought moisture to her eyes and curled her toes.
The next two smacks had her crying out again. Yes, they hurt, but it was also fury, mortification, and shame that had her yelping. Why was she letting him do this? “I demand you let me go, now.”
He smoothed his palm over her ass cheeks.
She held her breath, strangely enjoying the sensation of his palm rubbing over her patches of heated skin. For a moment time seemed to freeze. His hand on her, caressing and soothing, filled her world.
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, Casey,” he said.
Her situation steamrollered back into her consciousness. “What bloody lesson?” Anger sharpened her words and she twisted her head furiously from side to side. A strand of hair stuck to her lip but she ignored it.
“My point exactly.” He thwacked again, over and over, the sound of his flesh connecting with hers echoing around the veranda.
She was sure her bottom cheeks would be blushed red by now and could only imagine the view he had. She tried to reach backward and protect her painful cheeks but he batted her hand away and continued to spank her soundly.
“This is necessary, you know that,” he said.
“No more.”
“Yes, ten more.”
She whimpered and closed her eyes tight. How would she survive another ten slaps? Not just the mortification but also the burning pain.
His palm connected with her ass, hard. She gasped and writhed, moaned and watched bright flashes of color skim over the insides of her eyelids.
When will this end?
Suddenly it did. Though this time instead of pulling her to standing, dizzy and disoriented, Rhett kept her tipped over his lap. The only thing that changed was that the spanking had ceased.
She could feel his abdomen rising and falling against her torso and his breaths washing over her ass as he rubbed it again. The small calluses on his hand caught on her tender skin, adding to her discomfort.
But the way he was smoothing her burning flesh, it was almost reverent, adoring, dare she say it... loving.
