To Have and to Scold

Mary Wehr

Description

Annie’s sweet on her neighbor, Matthew Caine, but the stern rancher treats her like a bratty child instead of a woman. Each encounter always ends with a trip over his knee.

Matthew’s fed up with Annie’s childish behavior. Her latest prank ruined a brand new pair of boots! While he sets her britches on fire, he refers to her as a nuisance and warns her to leave him alone. For once in her life, Annie obeys.

‘Bratty’ Annie has grown into a beautiful woman and Matthew realizes that he’s fallen in love with her, but she’s unsure of his feelings. When he learns about her stepmother’s evil plan to marry her off to a man Annie despises in order to settle a debt, he steps in and takes her to wife. Annie’s happy to be married to the man of her dreams and learns that no matter what her age, her disobedience and sass will be dealt with an old-fashioned spanking.

Sujets

• Humor
• Alpha (ethology)
• Inheritance
• BDSM
• Brother
• Family
• Discipline
• Ranch
• Suspense
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Western

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 06 juin 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781627504249
• Langue: English

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To Have and to Scold
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Mary Wehr
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Tableof Contents:
 
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
About the Author
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Prologue
Mason County, Texas, 1870
"Cut the act, littlegirl, those fake tears don't fool me. When I get my hands on you, you won't besitting for a month of Sundays."
A surge of panic made herheart pound in her chest, but Annie Dobbs stood her ground and turned up hernose at the angry man limping toward her wearing one boot while holding theother at arm's length. She could say she didn't know what he was talking about,but that would be a lie. Her latest act of mischief had been a doozy and shedeserved whatever punishment Matt decided to dish out. But, if she admitted hermistake, he'd no doubt spend the next fifty years rubbing it in her face, if hedidn't kill her first. "For heaven's sake, I said I was sorry, what moredo you want?"
"The skin off your hidewould be a damn good place to start," he snapped, "besides, you'reonly sorry 'cause you got caught." His blue eyes narrowed into slits. "Anddon't go telling me this latest prank wasn't your idea. I know you better thananyone else, bratty Annie, and this one had your name written all over it."
There he went again, calling herthat childish name and sending her temper to a boil. "You have no sense ofhumor, you know that, Matthew Caine?" Now why'd she have to go and saythat? If someone would've dumped horse dung in herboots she wouldn't have thought it hilarious either. It also came as nosurprise that he hadn't fallen for the crocodile tears, but it was against herstubborn nature not to give it a shot.
Annie tossed a quick glanceover her shoulder and suppressed a shudder. She could dash across the widestream just a few feet away. Her two boots to his one would be to heradvantage, but the current appeared to be too swift and unpredictable today totake the chance. Drat!
"No sense of humor?"Matt's loud bark drew her attention back to the matter at hand. The twitch belowhis left eye, the one he got when he was at the end of his rope, sealed herfate. She was in for it now. "Sticking my foot in a boot filled with horseshit isn't my idea of a good laugh." He shook the offending boot under hernose before flinging it to the ground. "Cripes, I stink so bad I can'tstand myself." His hands went to his belt buckle and her eyes widened inshock. Would he really take his belt to her? If he did, it'd be a first. Jeepers,the man had changed her diapers and watched over her like a sister. The Caines and the Dobbs had been neighbors forever.
"Now, lookee here, I spanked your butt plenty before, but this time I'm going to blister itgood." He dropped his hands to his sides and Annie expelled a breath.Phew, that was close.
Despite the ominous threat toher backside, the corners of her mouth lifted into a smirk. He did stink and itgrew worse as he drew closer. She opened her mouth only to shut it again. Whatcould she say? She enjoyed being the center of his attention even though herbottom suffered for it. Maybe it would've been better if she hadn't acceptedRose Caines ' invitation to lunch, but the woman wasthe closest thing to a mother figure she had, ever since her own mother hadpassed away when she was only five years old. Regardless, she had gone to lunchand when the chance had presented itself, she filled Matt's one boot with horsedung.
It couldn't have been morethan an hour or so ago that she was helping Matt's Aunt Rose clear the tablewhile he and his pa, Jeb, scarfed down a piece of apple pie. Both men then leftthe kitchen and went out on the porch to retrieve their boots. Matt neverentered the house with his dirty boots on. Neither did Jeb. Rose was formidablewith a broom when it came to a clean house.
Instead of paying attention tothat little voice inside her head telling her she'd better take a hike, Anniehad excused herself and followed them. She kept one hand over her mouth toquell the spurts of giggles threatening to give her away and hid inside thedoorway, waiting anxiously for Matt's bellow. She hadn't been disappointed.
Matt's roar practically shookthe house. With a yelp, Annie had taken off through the kitchen and out theback door only to skid to a halt when Matt stood there waiting for her. In alast futile effort to save herself , she bolted overthe low banister and hightailed it down to the creek behind the house and nowshe was trapped. There was no other choice but to face her comeuppance.
Annie raised her chin a notch.At fifteen, she was way past the age to be treated like a child. "I'm tooold for a spanking," she declared with much more bravado than she felt.
Matt threw back his head andlaughed. "Not in my book, you ain't . I doubt you'llever outgrow a spanking, Annie. The poor bloke who takes you to wife will nodoubt wear out his hand on your backside." He bent down to her level andsneered. "Believe me when I say I don't envy the man, but for now your Pais responsible for your behavior and I must say he's doing a piss poor job. Hemay put up with your shenanigans, but I won't and don't intend to."
Annie bristled with renewedanger. Her Pa had never laid a hand on her the way Matt was prone to do onoccasion, and unfortunately he considered this latest prank as one of thoseoccasions. "Only my Pa has the right to discipline me, not you," shesnapped hotly, jumping back when Matt lunged toward her. She turned to make arun for it, but he tackled her to the ground. Momentarily winded, she lay therewith a face full of grass.
"Are you okay, brat?"
She angled her head and pokedout her tongue. "Go to hell."
"Yep, you're back to yourold sassy self. Let's go." He yanked her up by the collar of her shirt andmarched her unceremoniously over to a fallen log. The next thing she knew shewas face down over his knees and kissing the ground once again.
Whack.
"Ouch! Dammit, Matt,"she hollered.
"Mind that mouth or bydamn, I'll shove a piece of soap in it." Whack, whack. "After all thechildish stunts you've pulled on me over the years, this one was the laststraw. You ruined a nice pair of boots, little girl. Your Pa should've paddledyou the very first time you stepped out of line." Whack. Whack. "Iought to yank these blasted boy britches down to your ankles and bare yourbottom, but the material is so worn I think you'll be feeling the sting of thisspanking soon enough." Whack. "As a matter of fact, I guaran -dam-tee it."
Annie kicked and shrieked, butto no avail. Matt continued to scold her while his hand landed in firmprecision again and again on her vulnerable backside. She was certain herbottom would burst into flames any minute. "It's high time you startedacting like a lady and not some dirty faced brat."
"I'm not a brat,"she cried between smacks, then sank her teeth into his denim-clad leg for goodmeasure.
" Eeyow ,you hoyden! The more you fight, the more you'll get. I've had enough of yourpranks, Annie Dobbs. I'll tan you so hard you'll think twice before pesteringme again. I'm at the end of my rope with you. You're nothing but a nuisance."He had punctuated each word with a hearty smack as the lecture went on and on,not realizing that his harsh words had cut into her very soul.
Annie willed herself not tocry even though her heart was breaking in two. "Fine, I'll never botheryou again!"
"Works for me, littlegirl. Just make sure you keep that promise."
Matt continued to spank away,but Annie didn't care. Why oh why did she feel the need to irritate him to thepoint where she ended up in this embarrassing position? It infuriated her thathe saw her only as a little girl instead of a woman. He never, ever paid herany attention when she was on her best behavior. She had even gone so far as towear a stupid frilly dress one time and brushed her hair until it shone andstill he h