Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Banks approached Jay and handed him something I couldn’t make out. Jay pocketed the item and chuckled. “I think you’ll need this,” Banks said.
Ignoring their exchange, I stood my ground, glaring at him, ignoring his warning as I watched Rye and Banks smirk and go back to the cabin.
“You don’t scare me. I’m not going anywhere simply because you told me to.”
With a chuckle, he started for me with two big strides. Seeing him coming, the moonlight clearly reflecting the look of absolute determination on his face, I did the only thing any sane person would do… I turned and ran to face the monsters of the forest rather than the monster coming at me.
I hadn’t made it ten feet before I screamed, my body flying forward as my feet got caught up in a pile of fencing for the garden. I’d barely had time to reach out to block my fall when I squealed again. Grateful he’d grabbed me before I face-planted in the dirt, my gratitude evaporated when Jay threw me over his shoulder. While I was gasping for breath, the man wasn’t even breathing hard with the effort.
“Let go of me!” I demanded, my squirming, kicking, and punching in an attempt to free myself doing nothing but having him tighten his grip. “Okay, fine. I’ll listen and obey every rule you and your brothers give me. Just put me down!”
“You had your chance,” Jay said, swatting my ass so hard I yelped loudly. “We aren’t men who like to warn over and over again. Time you learn that.”
“Where are you taking me!” I asked as he continued walking, the square of light from my upstairs window disappearing as he turned the corner of the house.
“You should know we are men not to mess with,” Jay said, another swat landing on my ass, the sting having me involuntarily gasp. “The woodshed should teach you I mean exactly what I say when I say it.”
That had me stilling in shock. Pressing against his legs to arch my body up, I said, “Wait! I fucking get it. You don’t need to take me there. I won’t do it again. I promise. Just put me down!”
His devilish chuckle had every cell in my body on alert, but it was his, “Yes, and a strap with your name on it just waiting to be used will make damn sure you don’t push any of us again,” that had my ass clenching so hard and my hands going back to try to cover what I knew to be his target.
12
Jay
I ignored her attempt to cover her ass, giving each of her buttocks a slap that cracked like a gunshot in the still of the night. Her yelps didn’t stop my hand from continuing to rise and fall as I made my way across the yard toward my destination. She continued to pummel me with her fists, each blow bouncing off my back. Her feet kicked at my chest. Every punch and kick earned her another swat. At this rate, I’d have no need to warm her up before I took the strap off its hook. Her ass would be red and ready for the thrashing she had coming.
“Stop hitting me!” she demanded.
I slapped her ass three more times before saying, “I’m not hitting you. I’m giving you a good ole fashioned spanking. But trust me, by the time I’m done with you, you will be wishing for a few hits rather than what I have in store.”
I only stopped spanking her tight ass when I pushed open the door, carrying her over the threshold. Kicking the door shut behind me, I finally lifted her off my shoulder, only to set her on her feet, pinning her arms to her side.
“Keep fighting, Goldie, and I guarantee you’ll regret it. And then when I’m done with you, I’ll invite Rye and Banks to come inside to take their turn.” She huffed but didn’t try to break away. “Don’t move,” I instructed, releasing my hold.
Though there was a small window high up on the wall, the shed was dark. It took me a moment to light the kerosene lantern, its glow illuminating the interior of the room. I almost smiled when she looked around, her eyes widening at the sight of the cords of wood my brothers and I had been chopping and storing all day. It had been hard work, but oddly rewarding. Far better than torturing and killing men, which was all I felt we ever did anymore.
“It looks different from the last time I was in here. There’s more wood,” she said.
“Hence the name.” I crossed my arms over my chest and raked my eyes up and down her body.
“Pull your pants and panties down.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I don’t want you to put anything on. I want you to hand me that strap, pull your pants and panties down, turn around, and bend over that table.”