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"Wow, cowboy, you haven't kissed me like that in a long time."
"Nope, and that's gonna change," he said firmly. "You need kissin' and you need spankin', and that's what you're gonna get."
Sassy Cassie has decided that Chad's life is too hectic; he's not giving her enough attention and she's determined to change things. As she sets her plans into action an idea comes to mind, a surprise of literally mammoth proportions, but to make that surprise a reality she has to bend his rules into a pretzel. Cassie is soon reminded that while her romantic, loving cowboy is completely crazy about her, he won't hesitate to rein her in with a trip over his knee.
Cassie is as feisty and willful as ever, and our hunky, no-nonsense cowboy does his spanking best to keep her in line.THE SURPRISE is a story filled with romance, Chad's unique brand of horsemanship, Cassie's show jumping, and an abundance of panty-melting sizzling sex and discipline.
������ Chapter One
Cassie yawned and blinked, then rolling over she groaned in disappointment; the bed was empty.�
������ “When you told me summer was your busiest time of year, you weren’t kidding,” she mumbled to the empty space beside her.
������ It had been the same every morning for too long.� Chad had given a clinic the week before, and because it had been for beginners it had consumed him.� She’d thought he’d be around more once it was over, but his hands were still much too full.
������ Their dream house was behind schedule and he was micromanaging every nail being hammered, there was the expansion of his clothing line to oversee, and he was training some young horses to sell. Even their regular Sunday’s off had fallen by the wayside.
������ He had plenty of smart, savvy people working for him, but Chad was the powerhouse behind his small empire, and though it was up to him to make the big decisions he insisted on making the smaller ones as well.
������ It’s a shame he had to give up his touring. He has to be missing it, but he couldn’t have done it, not with everything that’s happening in his life now.
Moving slowly from the bed she padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower, but when she heard the bedroom door open and Mickey’s bark announcing Chad’s return, she hurriedly turned it off. Quickly donning a robe she moved back into the bedroom and saw him rifling through his dresser.
������ “Can I help you find something?” she asked.
������ “Just need to change,” he declared. “Look.”
������ As he turned to face her she saw a large splattering of blood across the front of his shirt.
������ “What happened?” she asked urgently. “Are you okay, is one of the horses hurt?”
������ “I’m fine, the horses are fine,” he replied, pulling it over his head. “Jeb was sawin’ a piece of wood and caught a knot.� Damn saw slipped and gave him a bad cut.� Marty’s runnin’ him to the emergency room right now.� He’ll be fine but he’ll need stitches.� I grabbed his finger and pressed my shirt against it while Marty grabbed the first aid kit.”
������ “Poor Jeb, thank goodness you and Marty were there,” she sighed, then dropped her eyes to his naked chest and arms, admiring the muscles pressing against his skin.
������ I wish we were still in bed and you were wrapped around me.
������ “You just gettin’ up?” he remarked,
������ “No, I stay in a robe all day,” she muttered sarcastically, her eyes still glued to his pecs.
������ “Sassy Cassie,” he smiled. “It’s kinda late, don’t you have to get the horses out? Aren’t you ridin’?”
������ “It’s not that late.� It just seems that way to you because you get up so early. How long is that going to last, by the way? I’m tired of waking up alone.”
������ “You feelin’ neglected, hon?” he asked softly, his eyes locking hers.
������ “Yeah, I am, I am feeling neglected,” she admitted, an edge to her voice.� “You’re out of here before the sun comes up, you’re gone all day, unless you stop in for some coffee, and even when you are here you’re locked away in your office, then after dinner you’re exhausted.� Half the time you walk into the bedroom already asleep.���
������ “You’re right,” he nodded, seeing the frustration in her eyes, “and I’m sorry. It’s just a real busy time right now.”
������ “That’s not good enough,” she suddenly snapped, the flash temper she’d had when they’d first met bubbling to the surface. “I feel totally superfluous.”
������ “Hey, easy there,” he said calmly. “I get it, and I’ll make sure to-”
������ “No, don’t promise me anything,” she blazed, the weeks of frustration pouring out of her. “Promises mean nothing.� Do something, don’t tell me about it, do it, dammit, just do it.”
������ “Now, Cassie,” he frowned, trying to remain patient, “you don’t wanna be takin’ that tone-”
������ “Oh, really?” she interrupted, her voice growing shrill.� “Should I be worried?� Are you going to put me over your knee?� I doubt it, you don’t have time. I’ll bet you have to dash back and, what, fix a fence, ride a new horse, or maybe go into your office and make calls?”
������ “Oh, I have time,” he said crossing his arms. “I always have the time to whip that bottom of yours, and you’ve just made it real clear to me that you’re right, I have been neglectin’ you, and that tantrum there just told me you’re overdue for a real good spankin’.”
������ “I believe,” he drawled, “I just said I’m gonna whip your butt.”
������ To her shock he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him to the bed, yanking her over his lap as he sat down.
������ “Whoa,” she protested, “I was just telling how you I feel.”
������ “Yep, you were,” he agreed, pulling up the robe to expose her naked backside, “and now I know, and I appreciate that, and I’m gonna take care of those feelin’s right now.”
������ Cassie struggled in his hold, furious that she was about to be spanked, but she couldn’t deny the thrill rattling through her, and she realized no matter how much time passed the love/hate she had of his discipline continued to confuse her.
������ “Be still,” he said sternly.� “I should never have stopped your maintenance, and I’m gonna bring it back startin’ this Saturday,” and slapping his hand on her white cheek, a full hand, pink imprint sprang to life.
������ “Shush, you need this and we both know it,” he scolded.
������ Placing his leg over the backs of her calves he began spanking her with a steady, fast-paced rhythm.
������ “Stop it, dammit, stop, that hurts,” she wailed.
������ “It’s been far too long since I tanned your backside,” he declared pausing his hand, “but don’t you worry, I won’t be makin’ that mistake again.”
������ Resuming his work he increased the force of his slaps, smacking her with gusto, quickly bringing a red flush to her cheeks.
������ “Oooh, Chad, you’re right, I was throwing a tantrum, and I’m sorry,” she howled. “I just miss you.”
������ “This sore bottom will keep you company when you ride today, and tonight I wanna come home to a good meal on the table, you got me?� I’m tired of Hannah’s leftovers.� I swear if she didn’t take mercy on us I don’t know what we’d be livin’ on.”
������ His hand hadn’t stopped its work as he’d lectured her, and moving to the backs of her thighs he finished with a flourish.
������ “OWWWW, that’s really hurting,” she cried.
������ “Yep,” he exclaimed, “I meant it to, and now you’re done.� You just get your breath a minute, then you can come up here and get a cuddle.”
������ “Owwww,” she moaned, “please rub it.”
������ Moving his hand across her stinging thighs he almost felt sorry for her, almost.�
������ “Come on up,” he said, pulling her to her feet then scooting them on to the bed. “You listen to me, Cassie,” he said firmly, “next time you’re feelin’ unhappy you tell me.� Don’t you wait a week and then have a tantrum, you hear?”
������ “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.� “You’re right, but I really do miss waking up to you.”
������ “I was just lettin’ you sleep, hon. I’d love to start my day with you.� If you don’t mind wakin’ up that early I’m happy to oblige.”
������ “Yes, please,” she sighed, “I would.”
������ “I meant what I said, I’m gonna be spankin’ you every Saturday night, and you can expect it. You understand me?”
������ “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, pressing herself against his chest.�
������ “You feel real good,” he purred, pushing apart the folds of the soft warm fabric draping across her chest.
������ “Can you stay a little while?” she whispered.
������ “Sure I can,” he replied, his lips traveling across her breasts as he slid off her robe.
������ “Chad,” she breathed, wrestling with his belt buckle, urgently trying to undo it so she could pull off his jeans. ���� “You are so needy,” he murmured, and jumping from the bed he quickly stripped, then stretched out next to her, pulling her into his arms.
������ “It’s so good to be naked with you again,” she moaned.
������ Dropping his lips to her favorite spot on her neck, he elicited the gasps and moans he’d come to love, then moving his mouth to hers he kissed her warmly, luxuriating in her hungry response, and the feel of her arms as she clung to him.
������ “Roll over,” he muttered, raising his head. “I wanna fuck you while I’m lookin’ at your sore, sorry ass.”
������ “It is sore, and it’s so sorry,” she groaned, and moving on to her stomach she raised herself up on her hands and knees.
������ Positioning himself behind her he smiled at the wet glistening of her sex, and as he separated her lips with his thumbs he heard her delightful gasp of anticipation.
������ “Tell me how much you want me,” he growled, placing his hands on her hot, burnt cheeks.
������ “Oh, Chad, more than you know,” she whimpered, “I’ve missed you so much.”
������ Pushing slowly forward he closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her warm, succulent cunt, and slowly began to pump.
������ Cassie arched her back to meet his thrusts, and dropping her hand between her legs, she moaned loudly as she massaged her engorged clit.
������ “You’re feelin’ so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, “man, I’ve missed you too.”
������ “Fuck me hard,” she begged, “fuck me till I come.”
������ Picking up the pace he rode her with powerful, rapid strokes, the sight of her crimson bottom and the sound of her soulful bleating urging him on.
������ How the hell did I let so much time go by, oh man, what’s wrong with me?� Damn, I can’t believe I’m gonna climax already.
������ “Are you close?” he gasped.
������ “Yes, it’s happening so fast,” she cried, “I can come now if you’ll let me, I want to, I need to, please let me.”
������ “Then you do it,” he growled, slapping her bright pink, sore behind.
������ His husky command and his hot smacks sent her tumbling into her orgasm, and she howled with each sparking spasm, the sounds of his climax cloaking her as she did.� As he finally collapsed next to her, dropping on to his back and panting heavily, she dropped on to her stomach and threw her arm across his chest.
������ “Chad, that was amazing,” he breathed, “absolutely amazing. Why were we there so fast?”
������ “I dunno,” he gasped, ‘But damn, girl, you get my blood boilin’.”
������ She nestled against him, silently purring, deliriously happy to have a stinging behind and her cowboy back beside her.� A few minutes later they clambered under the bedclothes, staying cuddled together until the sound of Marty’s car returning with the injured Jeb told them it was time for Chad to leave.
������ “I sure as hell don’t wanna go,” he sighed, “I hope you know that.”
������ “I do,” she softly replied, quietly adding, “my butt hurts.”
������ “Good,” he smiled, giving her cheeks a last, hot squeeze before rising from the bed, “and I’m gonna be sure to keep it that way from now on.”
������ Standing up and stretching, he pulled on his jeans and a fresh shirt, and as he sat down on the edge of the bed to pull on his socks and boots, she crawled across the rumpled bed to rest her head on the back of his shoulder.
������ “I’ll be good,” she purred.
������ “Yep, you’ll be good because I’ll make sure of it,” he promised, then turning his head he kissed her warmly. “I guess I’m outta here.”
������ Mickey, who had stretched out on the rug in front of the fireplace, sat up and barked, signaling that he was ready to head out as well.
������ “Mickey, hang with me,” Cassie called. “You haven’t spent the day with me in ages either.”
������ The dog cocked his head to one side, then laid back down.
������ “You just make sure to keep him off the bed,” Chad warned as he began to amble towards the door.
������ “Uh-huh,” she replied. “Be careful. Don’t come home too tired.”
������ “You can count on it,” he winked, “our next dance between the sheets is gonna last a whole lot longer, I can promise you that.”
������ “Works for me,” she sighed.
������ “See ya later, Mick,” he said, leaning down and giving his dog a pat. “I know you’ll take care of her, and stay off the bed.”
������ The dog sat up and barked, and with final smile across at Cassie, Chad strode from the room.
������ Both Cassie and Mickey stared at the door, waiting for Chad’s footsteps to fade away, and the sound of the kitchen door open and close.
������ “It’s safe,” she giggled.
������ Mickey immediately bounded forward and leapt up beside her.
������ “I won’t tell if you don’t,” she whispered.
������ The dog barked, then licked her face.
������ “I have a feeling things might be getting back to normal,” she smiled.