Please help me welcome my Twinsie. She and I have only been friends for a few months, but we are soul sisters. We are so much alike that it’s scary sometimes… in all the best ways of course. Take it away, TWINSIE!!!!!

I started writing in high school, shortly after I met my husband. After a night of screaming, crying and a late night make up session, we decided that there had to be a better way. I bombarded him with my secret interests and, after extensive conversations, we have yet to look back. Now, I proudly carry my labels, wife, submissive, brat, mother, sometimes a little, and believer in the power of HOH. I write what I know, DD, D/s and AP relationships, in hopes that my books will inspire the shy, closet submissive to accept who she is so she can get her happily ever after sooner rather than later.

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Publisher’s Note: This book contains extensive and loving domestic discipline, elements of age play, romance, steamy bedroom play, and some violence. If any of these subjects offend you, please don’t read this book. If they don’t, then join Ryann and her family with a bowl of popcorn and remember that the best revenge is being happy!

Devastated by the abandonment of her unfaithful husband, Ryann finds herself struggling as a single mother to give her young son everything that she holds dear—the love and support of family. Just when life feels like it’s going to collapse on her, Kayne comes barging into her life to rescue her from herself. Her eldest brother’s best friend suddenly becomes her knight in shining armor (wearing a police badge) who takes a no-nonsense approach to altering some of Ryann’s bad habits. It starts with being bent over his knee for a good solid spanking.

Their friendship evolves into love and Ryann begins to picture spending the rest of her life with this man and blending their two families together. For the first time in nearly nine years, Ryann has hope that she will find true happiness with Kayne by her side. But living in a small town means that everyone knows your business—family, friends and enemies.

Unbeknownst to Kayne, Ryann’s ex-husband comes crashing back into her life and for reasons that were much more dangerous than unrequited love. Determined to prove her ability to take care of herself and ‘handle’ the drama, Ryann keeps the intrusion a secret from Kayne and her family. Unfortunately, secrets are discovered—especially when strangers come banging on the back door with demands to return an object that had been found in the old shed. Fear for the safety of hers and Kayne’s children leads to a confession and Ryann faces the consequences of her dishonesty. She always discovers the depth of Kayne’s unconditional love and ability to pleasure her heart and body.

Just when she thinks the drama is over, Ryann comes face to face with an unexpected enemy who wants what she has—Kayne. Did she learn her lesson this time around or was she bound to face another spanking from Kayne that she would never forget?

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“You are to march your ass upstairs as soon as we are home. Do you understand, little girl?” Walter quietly questioned as the couple pulled out of his parent’s drive and headed for home.

“I understand that you are being completely unfair and taking her side rather than mine.” Ruby crossed her arms over her chest and attempted to silently pout from the passenger seat. The only problem was that Ruby was not one to be quiet, especially when she knew she was in trouble. “You know she started it, but here I am in trouble and about to get my butt spanked.”

“She started it? You’re kidding right?”

“She did! Just because she is your mother, Walter, does not mean she is innocent! She threw my pie in the trash! I worked hard on that pie! I made it from scratch, and she threw it away! Then she didn’t even have enough pie for everyone and blamed me for one of her pies going missing.”

Walter rolled his shoulders as he turned onto the freeway. “I’m sorry, Ruby. I wish I could have stopped her before she did it, but she said it smelled off and by the time I got there it was already in the trash.”

“Bull shit! Your nose works just as good as her’s does, no, better since you are a male, and you didn’t smell anything wrong with it!” She faltered for a second before she turned to face her husband. “You didn’t smell anything wrong with my pie, right?”

Hearing the hesitation in her voice, he took hold of her hand and gave it a squeeze. “There was nothing wrong with your pie, Red. It was perfect. She threw it out in spite.”

“I knew it!”

“Make no mistake, my father is handling that as we speak.”

“Good.”

A low, warning growl rumbled from her husband’s chest. “However, that does not excuse your actions.”

“I think it does. I worked hard on that desert.”

“Ruby, you started a food fight with our nieces and nephews!”

“And she invited your ex and sat me at the kids’ table while that bitch happily took my seat next to you!”

“We do NOT use that word!”

“That is right; bitch is only allowed to be used when referring to me.”

“That is not true, Ruby!”

“The poor little ‘turned’ bitch doesn’t know how to behave as a werewolf should. Hell, her nose doesn’t even work!”

“Enough!” Walter roared as he took the exit and started down the quiet tree lined streets that lead to their country home. “I do not allow others to call you names, I will be damned if I will permit you to degrade yourself.”

“My nose may not work, Walt, but my ears do. I have heard the comments from three rooms away. ‘The poor turned girl. Doesn’t she know she doesn’t belong here? She needs to find a pack of her own kind. She surely doesn’t belong with my Wally?’”

As soon as the nickname his mother gave him hit his ears, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and hit a few buttons before putting it to his ear. When his father answered, he didn’t have the chance to say anything other than his greeting before Walter cut him off. “Mother and her posy  are degrading my wife for being a ‘turney.’ If you don’t handle this, then I will have no choice but to challenge you so I can handle it myself. My Red will not be looked down on because of how she became a werewolf.”

“How do you know this is happening?”

“Ruby told me, and before you say it, she is still new, dad. She still doesn’t know how to hide the smell of a lie.”

“MaryAnne!”

As they pulled into the long driveway, Walter shoved his phone back into his pocket and addressed his wayward wife. “You are to go upstairs and wait for me in the den.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh, but it is fair, little one. Instead of letting my mother get to you, you should have come to me and told me what was going on. You should have told me what was being said about you. How can I protect you if I don’t know what is going on?” When she opened her mouth to speak, he held up his hand to silence her. “Rather than come to me, you decided to get the pups into trouble by dragging them into your little food fight.”

“I didn’t mean for them to get into trouble.”

“They did, so now it is your turn, little one. Go right to the den.”

The truck had hardly come to a stopped before Ruby threw her door open and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her into the house. Walter followed at a much slower pace and took his time in joining her. When he finally made his way to her, he stopped in the doorway to take in the scene in front of him.

His little girl was curled into as small of a ball as she could, with her feet tucked under her and her chin resting on her knees. “Red.”

As soon as he finished saying her name, she was off the couch and colliding with him. “I’m sorry, daddy! I didn’t mean to be naughty. I … I was just so mad and, and hurt!”

“I know, baby.”

“I try so hard to be a good were-person and a good daughter-in-law and all she does is criticize me and tell everyone what a horrible job I am doing at being your wife. I don’t know how to do this, but I am trying, I am trying so hard!”

Walter scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the couch, giving her no choice but to snuggle into his chest as he ran his fingers through her dark hair. “You are the best were-person and wife I could ever ask for.”

“Then why does she hate me so much?”

“I don’t think she hates you.”

“She so does,” she injected, earning herself a swat to the butt cheek she wasn’t leaning on. “Ow!”

“Don’t interrupt. You do that in front of the pack or to the wrong person, and you could get yourself in big trouble, Red.”

“Sorry, daddy.”

“I love it when you call me that, little one, but it is not going to get you out of trouble. You earned the punishment you are about to get, and there is no changing my mind. Go get your brush.”

She sat up straight, her big brown eyes meeting his. “Noooo. Please don’t use the brush. I will be good, I promise!”

“Don’t argue with me. Get your brush like a good little girl before I decide to punish you like the big girl you were when you misbehaved. You know that my big girl would be getting way more than just the brush.”

Ruby jumped off of his lap and ran from the room. The sound of their bedroom door banging against the wall indicated that she made it to her destination in record time, but after a few minutes, he had to call out his warning. “Quit your stalling, little girl! If I have to come get you, your bottom will pay.”

Ruby peeked her head around the edge of the door. “Can you come get me from here nicely, daddy?”

“Nope. You will walk your little hiney  in here and hand me the brush like you know how.”

“But it is so hard to do,” Ruby whined as she shuffled into the room clutching the wooden hairbrush in her hand.

Walter held his hand out for the implement he had requested, and the girl before him reluctantly did as he bid. Turning the wooden brush over in his hand, he commented, “One of these days I am actually going to use the other side of this brush on your hair.”

“You come at me with that brush, not matter what your intent, and I am going to run. You have conditioned me to fear it, daddy.”

Walter chuckled before he gathered his girl in his arms and settled her to sit on his lap. “Tell me why you are about to be tipped over my lap, little girl.”

Ruby picked at one of the buttons of his shirt. “I didn’t come to you with my problems, I didn’t let you protect or defend me, and I started a food fight with the cubs.”

“Good girl.” Walter gave her a squeeze and a kiss on the forehead before he helped her from his lap and stood her between his spread knees. He took hold of the skirt of her sweater dress and gathered it at her hips, exposing her cotton panties, before looking into her eyes. “Take down your panties, please.”

The pleading look she gave him did her no good. With a pitiful sigh, Ruby slipped her thumbs into the side of her underwear and pushed them down her hips and let them fall to her feet before she stepped out of the fabric.

As soon as her feet were untangled, Walter maneuvered her to his right side and tipped her naked bottom over his thighs, being careful to make sure her dress stayed above her hips. “I hate having to be so harsh with my little girl.”

“No one said you had to be, daddy.”

Walter chuckled even as he brought his hand down on her upturned bottom causing the short woman to jump. “If I did that, little Red, then I would not be a very good daddy, would I?”

“You would be a super nice daddy,” Ruby said hopefully, turning to look at Walter through her dark, unruly curls.

“But you, little one, would be a spoiled, little brat running amuck. I can’t have that because then the pack would take your discipline into their own hands, and I never want that! You are mine and mine alone.” He was done talking and without warning started rapidly applying his hand to her derriere , leaving pink, hand-shaped marks in his wake.

“Ow! Ow, daddy, I’ll be good. I’ll be good!”

Walter had no choice but to harden himself against her pleas. “I am nowhere near done. Hell, I have not even started using the brush yet. A few more with my hand and the warm up will be over, and the discipline can start.”

“This is discipline! I promise it is,” Ruby cried from her behind the curtain of hair covering her face. “Nooooo!”

He disregarded her plea as he rested the cool wood on her warmed bottom. “This is for your own good, Little Red. If I don’t keep you in line then the pack will and they will not go nearly as easily on you as I do.” Her screech of pain as the brush connected with her pink butt for the first time made Walter’s heart twist in his chest. “If you take these as a good girl, you will only get 15 with the brush, but if you reach back or use your feet to block, I will be forced to start over.”

After a few sniveling attempts to talk, Ruby was finally able to speak, “Can you pin my legs with one of yours, daddy? I don’t think I can keep them on the floor if you don’t.”

“Of course, baby.” Walter tipped her forward and pinned her legs between his own. The new position gave her no choice but to support herself with her hands, eliminating the temptation to reach back. “I will count them out loud for you.” As soon as he was done speaking, he brought the unrelenting wood down and extracted a cry from the woman that withered across his lap. “Two.”

Walter hated when he had to correct his girl so thoroughly, so he attempted to make quick work of the task at hand, laying down three in quickly before calling out the numbers for her. “Three, four, five.” He watched as the brush impacted with her red ass, creating a white oval only to have all the more color rush back in when the brush was lifted. “Six, seven, eight.”

He took a second to let the poor girl catch her breath and ran his fingers across the hot skin of her ass. Sitting was going to be something avoided for a while. “You are doing so good, baby. We only have seven left, and then we will be done.” He laid the remaining spanks down quickly, with the last four strategically placed on her sit spots. “Fifteen,” he called as he threw the implement to the ground and maneuvered the bawling woman to a sitting position on his lap.

She buried her face in his chest and cried while Walter rocked her, whispered soothing words of forgiveness in her ear and ran his long fingers through her curls. Finally, after about ten minutes of crying, Ruby pushed away from his chest and looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you what was going on.”

“It is alright. You will come to me next time.”

Ruby contently sat in his lap for another 15 minutes before she pushed away from his chest again. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too. What leftovers did my mother send home with us?”

A sly smile spread across the woman’s face even as she averted her eyes. “The normal stuff. Turkey, stuffing, some of the relish tray.” She paused for a second before she straightened her spine and looked up into her husband’s eyes. “Oh, and the whole pie that went mysteriously missing after she threw mine in the trash.”

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