No More Laters

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A full length, contemporary romance set in the rugged Australian outback.

Jill is visiting her best friend Vicki after a long absence. Vicki’s brother Michael and Jill have always had an uneasy relationship, ever since Michael spanked Jill when she was 16 for being someplace she shouldn’t.

Jill has never forgotten that spanking – and for awhile it seems as if Michael has not either. Are things different now that she’s 23 and he’s 26? He obviously still thinks spanking is a good idea, but could there be anything else between them?”

Publisher’s note: This is a re-release.

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As Jill watched, the heavy doors closed behind the passengers now once more aboard the coach. The pungent odour of diesel fumes assailed her nostrils as, raising little puffs of dust on the hot dry gravel, the coach heaved its way back onto the straight black ribbon of bitumen. Off it trundled, gradually getting smaller until it disappeared altogether into the horizon.

Jill stared after it at the empty road, then turned her gaze back down the road the opposite way towards Melbourne where she had boarded the coach that morning. The roadhouse in the driveway of which she stood lay on the very outskirts of Mildura, and she was swept by bitter-sweet pangs of nostalgia as the familiar smell of hot road, dry grass and flowering eucalypts stirred so many precious girlhood memories. Her hand moved to rub the ache of longing and loss weighing in her belly.

In the brilliant, cloudless azure sky, the sun flamed so fiercely that even the grass, already dry and brown from the first onslaught of summer, shrank away. Jill took the Akubra hat from her head and ran her fingers through her long straight hair, its usual gold colour now darkened with perspiration. She idly fanned herself for a moment in a vain attempt to manufacture even a slight breeze as her eyes, the colour of the sky, searched the horizon once more, but still it was empty.

The dark stonewashed grey of her denims burned with absorbed heat and she could feel her short-sleeved, checked cotton shirt clinging damply to her. Replacing her hat, she turned and entered the roadhouse. Armed with a bottle of Coca-Cola, she returned to the verandah outside the casual dining room, and straddled her suitcase. Taking a drink, she turned her attention back to the road.

"Come on, Vicki," she murmured, the excitement of seeing her dearest friend in the world and spending Christmas at her beloved River Gums making her impatient. During their high school years, with her widowed father away so much on business, it was commonplace for Jill to spend the long summer holidays at the O’Connell’s sheep station, in this remote corner of Victoria. But since they’d left school, her visits to River Gums had been few, and she’d been delighted when Vicky had rung to say she and her husband were returning to the family property for Christmas and Jill was invited to join them. Now, with two glorious weeks to indulge herself, she was anxious not to waste a moment. "Come on," she urged again, rising from her makeshift seat and pacing towards the road again.

On cue, an image appeared in the shimmering haze in the distance. Drawing closer, the molten shape focused to reveal a ute, which Jill immediately recognized as the old white Holden from River Gums. As it pulled into the roadhouse drive and crunched to a halt, Jill could see the driver and his passenger. She leapt up, the sweat trickling down her body not only caused by the sauna-like heat, the rapid thumping of her heart only partially caused by the excitement of being re-united with her best friend.

Even before the wheels had fully stopped, the passenger door flung open and Vicky scrambled out. Rushing to Jill, she wrapped her arms around her, squealing with delight.

"Roo, oh Roo! It’s so good to see you!" she exclaimed, using the nickname she had given her so many years earlier. Beginning as Jillaroo, it had quickly shortened to Roo and had stuck thereafter.

"Well, Mrs. Fenton, marriage certainly seems to have agreed with you," Jill grinned noting the sparkle in her friend’s eyes, the glow in her complexion and the gloss in the mass of brown curls which bounced around her round cherubic face. This was the first time she had seen Vicky since the latter’s marriage to Alistair eighteen months earlier. "You are positively radiant, you wicked girl."

"Oh yes," Vicky returned the smile, adding with a chuckle, "It is wonderful. You should try it! Not," she added hastily and honestly, "that you need to. You, as usual, look stunning!"

Jill blushed with pleasure at her friend’s adamancy.

Whilst they’d been greeting each other, the man who’d driven the ute had loaded Jill’s suitcase into the tray. That done, he joined them.

"Hi, Roo," he said, his eyes sweeping admiringly over her slender figure. "Good trip?"

"Hello, Michael," Jill answered, surprised by the jolt which shook her as his eyes met and held hers. "Yes, thanks."

"Gee," Vicki chided them. "That’s not much of a greeting. I at least got a kiss," she told Jill, before turning to her older brother. "Go on, kiss her. She’s nearly a sister, too!"

Michael grinned and shrugged. "You heard the boss. Welcome home, nearly sister," he murmured wryly, the expression in his eye far from brotherly as he bent down and kissed her gently on the mouth.

Jill felt her cheeks flame, and the frisson which shivered through her as she looked at the handsome man before her, made it plain that she had not responded in a purely filial way either.

"That’s better," Vicky’s voice broke the spell as she slipped her arm once more through Jill’s. "Shall we go, then?"

She opened the passenger door and hustled Jill in, before she too climbed in and pulled the door shut behind her. Michael again took the driver’s seat, and Jill found herself sandwiched in the middle.

"Ready," he asked, clicking on his seat belt.

"Yep," Vicky answered after both she and Jill had donned their own seat belts. "Guess what?" she demanded as Michael started the engine and the ute pulled out of the gravel drive and back onto the bitumen. "Ali’s been transferred back to Melbourne. We move in the new year."

"Oh, that’s wonderful," Jill cried delightedly.

"Yes," agreed Vicky. "I can’t wait, and the best part will be not having to live next door to the neighbour from Hell! You’ll never believe what that dreadful woman gets up to…."

As Vicky chattered away, Jill half-listened, trying to respond appropriately but distracted by the view from the window as the ute raced past the tall gums lining the road. Beyond the fences, sheep searched for feed among the sparse dry grass, or sought respite from the heat by congregating around the dams, which offered the only other relief from the never-ending sameness of the landscape.

It was a twenty-minute drive before the ute swung off the road, across the cattle-grid that bridged the fence on either side, and down the gravel road towards an oasis of green trees some distance away.

"Look, Roo, there are the horses," Vicky teased, pointing to four horses huddled in the shade of a tree, their only movements the never-ending flicking of tails and ears, shuddering of shoulders and stamping of feet in response to the tiny stings of the sandfly bites. "We should have picked you up on them!"

"You ride now?" Michael asked surprised.

"No way!" Jill was shocked. "I’m terrified of horses. You know that!"

"I did," he agreed, "but anything’s possible." His eyes flicked over her again, before returning to the road. "You’ve changed a bit in other ways over the years."

"How’s Bushranger?" Jill asked, diverting the conversation away from her to Michael’s black Arab stallion.

"He’s fine." Michael answered. "There he is, under that tree. I’ll take you down later, when you’ve settled in. You can say hello to him."

Jill’s heart began to thump uncomfortably, but she couldn’t be sure whether it was from the prospect of having to be close to a horse, or of being alone with Michael. Before she had time to work it out, though, the ute bumped over the final grid, and Jill could clearly see the lovely old homestead, nestled under the shade of the clump of tall, silver river gums. Just beyond, glimpses of the Murray River meandering past on its long journey to the coast could be made out through the bush.

The original part of the house, built in the 1940s, was white-painted brick, and a two-story extension, added in 1981, had been designed to blend in, giving it the appearance of being part of the original dwelling. The wide wooden verandah, which almost completely encircled the house, was partially hidden from view by white lattice trellises. Trailing over them, rambling roses entwined amongst themselves bursting forth here and there into splashes of pink and white flowers. Further beyond, the brilliant green of the well-watered lawn contrasted with the vast red-brown of the dry almost grassless paddocks.

"It’s so beautiful," Jill breathed, all other thoughts momentarily banished. "It really does feel like coming home."

With the ute safely in the shed, Michael leapt out and grabbed Jill’s suitcase from the back.

"I’ll take this to your room," he growled in his deep voice and headed for the house.

Jill, following behind with Vicky, watched him striding in front of her. He was a tall, lean man with the hard sinewy strength that comes from years of physical labour, yet he walked with unexpected litheness and grace. He was dressed as always in jeans and a cotton shirt, his outfit completed by the omnipresent slouch hat and work boots.

Inside the house, Vicky led Jill up the wide polished wooden staircase to the upper floor.

"Ali and I are in the spare room," she explained, "and you’re going to have my old room." She slipped her arm around Jill’s waist and gave her a spontaneous hug. "Oh, Roo! I’m so deliriously happy being back home, and Ali’s here, and now you’re here, too. It’s just too wonderful! And we’ve got so much to talk about," she continued, barely pausing for breath. "I want to hear about your work and your boyfriends and everything."

As she was speaking, they arrived at the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Vicky had already entered but Michael, who having deposited her luggage on the floor, was leaving, suddenly blocked Jill’s way. For an instant, Jill found herself looking directly into his face. His thick black hair flopped onto his forehead as he lifted his hat, wiped his sleeve across his brow, and replaced his hat. Startled to find her heart had faltered as she gazed into his midnight blue eyes, Jill lowered her gaze until it rested on his sensuous mouth. Strong white teeth showed between parted lips which, Jill suddenly realized with horror, were twitching with amusement.

Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment at being caught in her scrutiny of him and she quickly looked away, but cupping her chin gently in his hand, he tilted her head up so she was forced to look directly into his eyes again.

"I’d like to hear about your boyfriends, too," he said in a low voice so only she could hear him. "I hope you’ve been behaving yourself, or you know what will happen, don’t you? I still take my brotherly duties very seriously, you know."

Jill’s eyes opened wide in disbelief, but before she could think of a suitable reply, he’d slowly removed his hand from her chin leaving it feeling as though it had been caressed, and left. Jill stood motionless as if turned to stone, but beneath the surface, her emotions were raging. Brotherly duties? Surely, he didn’t mean… couldn’t mean… wasn’t thinking of… not now….

"Here, Roo, what did he say to you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Vicky said, snapping Jill back to the present.

"Ah, nothing," Jill answered, feigning calm. Joining Vicky in the bedroom, she opened her suitcase and began unpacking.

"Well, if you say so," Vicky shrugged, clearly unconvinced. "Sure didn’t look like nothing to me, though. In fact, for a moment it reminded me of old times, you and Michael gazing wistfully into each other’s eyes."

"There was nothing wistful about it," Jill declared. "Not then and not now. Really, Vick, you’re such a romantic. But this time your imagination has well and truly run away with you."

"Well, so you say." Vicky was not to be dissuaded. "I know you two used to hold hands, and I bet you used to kiss down by the river, too. Remember that time I went to town with Mum and we had to come back, and you and Michael were coming up from the river. You looked very strange, Roo, as I’ve told you before, I seem to recall. You always reckon nothing happened, but I have my doubts to this day."

Jill felt herself blushing furiously. Yes, she remembered that day. It was the first time Michael had demonstrated how seriously he took his ‘brotherly’ duties. It was the first time he’d spanked her. There was a rule that no one was to go swimming in the river or dams unless they had someone with them. Too many tragedies had occurred on farms before, and the O’Connell’s were determined that they would not lose a child in this way. It was a strict rule and one which no one ever broke. Until, that is, Jill did.

* * * * *

It was the summer she was sixteen, the year before the O’Connell’s had installed the pool. Having decided not to join Vicky and her mother on the half hour’s drive into Mildura, and all the men being out working, Jill had found herself on her own at the house. The mercury had passed 40C, way past the old Fahrenheit century, and the river just seemed too inviting to resist. She knew she shouldn’t go, but couldn’t see what possible harm she could come to, and knew she would be back well before the others, so she slipped on her bikini, grabbed a towel and a book, and found a nice shady spot by the coolish water.

Unfortunately, Michael was in the shed, not out in the paddocks as she had thought when she left the house and he saw her leave. He followed her, waiting until she arranged her things on the bank and started into the water before coming into the clearing so she could see him.

Jill was still close to the edge, not swimming as much as just cooling down in the shallows. He walked straight in, took her by the hand and hauled her out.

"What!" she gasped, struggling to free herself. At 21, and much bigger and stronger than her, though, Michael had no trouble in maintaining his grip.

"Let go!" she demanded. "You’re hurting me!"

"That’s exactly what I feel like doing," he told her furiously. "What on earth do you think you’re doing? You know perfectly well that you’re not to come down here on your own, let alone when no one even knows you’re coming. What if you’d gotten into trouble? Huh?"

Jill was surprised by the depth of his anger, and not a little indignant at his treating her like a child either.

"I wasn’t going to get into trouble," she told him. "And what business is it of yours, anyway?" she added rudely.

"No business I wanted, you can be sure of that," he answered. "I would rather be getting on with my work than playing nursemaid to a naughty little girl who’s behaving stupidly. Wait until Dad hears what you’ve been up to."

That was enough to stop Jill’s struggling. She might be furious at Michael referring to her as a "naughty little girl" and saying she was "behaving stupidly," but she didn’t want his parents finding out. What if they forbade her to come again?

"Don’t tell on me, Michael," she pleaded. "Please. Nothing was going to happen to me. If you hadn’t seen me, no one would ever have known. Please don’t say anything. Can’t it be our little secret," she wheedled, desperate for his promise.

Michael regarded her for a moment, clearly still unimpressed. At last he spoke.

"Very well, we can keep this just between ourselves, if that’s what you really want."

"Oh, thank you, Michael!" Jill interrupted relieved. "I knew you’d be a sport. Let’s just forget it, huh?" Her voice faded away as she realized the stern expression on Michael’s face hadn’t changed, and he still hadn’t loosened his grip on her arm.

"I said we’d keep it between ourselves. I didn’t say I’d just forget about it. I won’t tell Dad, if you’re sure that’s what you want, but I will punish you myself."

"What?" Jill looked at him in bewilderment.

"Either you agree to let me spank you, or I tell Dad. It’s your choice."

"What?" Jill repeated incredulously. Surely, she couldn’t have heard him right. She’d never been spanked in her life, and was fairly sure Vicky’s parents had never spanked their children either, so it was the last thing she was expecting Michael to say. "You’re joking," she decided at last.

"No, I’m not joking, Roo," he said, and the seriousness in his voice certainly indicated he meant what he said. "You know this is no joke. No one is allowed down here on their own. You know that. But you snuck out while you thought no one was watching. You knew what you were doing was wrong, didn’t you?"

"Michael…" Jill began, but he cut her off.

"You knew all right. There’s no point in trying to deny it. Well, you got caught. So, now either you agree to bend over my knee while I spank you – which is what you deserve, or we can tell Dad what you’ve been up to. Which is it to be?"

To her horror, Jill felt tears filling her eyes. Here she was trying to argue that far from being a naughty little girl who deserved to have her bottom spanked, she was grown-up enough to go swimming in the river by herself, and now she was sniffling exactly like a child.

"No, Michael," she cried. "Don’t tell Dad." She wasn’t afraid Jack O’Connell would spank her, but she was afraid he might forbid her to come again, and even if he didn’t, she would be ashamed to see the disappointment in his eyes. And she would be deeply embarrassed for everyone to know she had behaved so irresponsibly.

"Well, Roo, looks like it’s up to you," he said steadily, letting go of her arm. "See, you’re free to go. I’m going to sit down on that stump. If you go back to the house, looks like I’ll have to leave it to Dad to deal with you. If you decide to take a spanking now, then it will be over and we can both forget about it. You won’t have to worry that I’ll ever mention it again."

He turned his back on her as he walked to a small stump and sat down. Jill knew he was giving her the opportunity of grabbing her things and running home, but she couldn’t. Involuntarily, she began jiggling and whimpering, as though the spanking were already done, and her bottom burning from its sting. She would have to go through with it. She had no choice. Surely, he wouldn’t spank her hard. She wished she was wearing something a little more modest than the high-cut bikini bottoms which covered very little of her cheeks.

Settled into position, Michael turned back to her. "Well?" he asked, patting his knee.

"Oh," Jill wailed, mortified and desperate, her hands instinctively covering her bottom in an attempt to protect them from what was coming. "Oh, Michael, please don’t do this!" She made one last attempt to plead her way out of the trouble she had gotten herself into to, but the intransigent expression on Michael’s face told her clearly she was wasting her time.

"Come on, Roo," he demanded. "You’ve wasted enough of my time already."

Jill managed to take a few bumbling steps toward him, but then her feet failed her. Half rising, Michael reached out and took hold of her hand, pulling her the rest of the way so she was standing by his right side. He looked up at her, his expression more gentle than before.

"Sometimes you’re your own worst enemy, Roo. You know that, don’t you?" he asked.

"Yes," Jill responded miserably.

"Sometimes you just don’t think about your own safety, and sometimes you’re just too headstrong for your own good. One of these days, you could really come to grief. And your Dad’s never around to keep you in line and you don’t have any real brothers to look out for you, so I guess the job comes down to me. I’ve wanted to spank your bottom for a long time, Missy, and this time, I’m afraid, you’ve gone too far and now I am going to spank it. Maybe next time you’ll think before you act, huh?"

"Oh," Jill hopped from one foot to the other. "Don’t spank me, Michael," she begged again. "You can’t. You just can’t! I won’t do it again, I promise."

"I can spank you, and I’m going to spank you," he told her pulling her over his knee and holding there with a hand on her back. "I hope you don’t ever pull a stunt like this again, Roo, but if you do, I’ll spank you again. You can be sure of that!"

As he scolded her, he tucked one arm around her waist, holding her tight. She was very slight and he had no trouble positioning her so her bottom was well forward. She wriggled and kicked, but was no match for Michael’s superior size and strength.

Spank! His big hand crashed against her right cheek causing an immediate squeal of discomfort.

"No, Michael," Jill wailed amazed at how much just one smack could hurt.

"Yes, my girl," he muttered through gritted teeth, his hand coming down again on her other cheek.

Thwack! Jill’s bottom was quite small compared to the size of Michael’s hands and each spank covered her entire cheek.

Crack! The third one landed on top of the pink handprint left by the first, and the burning pain it created caused Jill’s leg to jerk violently as she wailed and struggled again. Smack!

"Ow!" The fourth one was as hard as the first three and already Jill’s bottom was stinging painfully.

After the first four initial swats, Michael reduced the severity of each blow, but settled into a quicker rhythm. He could see how quickly her soft, tender bottom was changing colour and he didn’t want to be too brutal. But nor did he want this spanking to be a few hard strokes which would quickly be forgotten. He wanted to make sure this was a proper spanking, which Jill would be reminded of for the next few days every time she sat down, and one that would cause her to be more careful and thoughtful in the future.

To keep it going longer, he spanked as large an area as possible, without going too high but concentrating on the fullness of her perfectly round, firm cheeks, the lower part of her bottom, normally hidden by the crease but now exposed as he tipped her further forward across his knee, and the tender flesh of her thighs.

"Oh, Michael, no," she wailed louder with each spank. The heat in her bottom became a scalding inferno from which she longed to escape. She kicked and bucked and wriggled and writhed, but Michael spanked steadily on. "Please," she gasped, giant tears rolling down her cheeks. "I’ll be good. Ow! No more. Ah! Please."

"You were very naughty, coming here on your own, weren’t you, Roo?" Michael scolded her as he spanked.

"Yes," cried Jill, willing to say anything if only he’d stop the pain in her fiery bottom. "I won’t do it again. I’m sorry."

"Well, you’d better remember in future," he warned her, sensing she was close to her limit and preparing to bring the spanking to an end, "that naughty girls get their bottoms spanked!" He spoke slowly, emphasizing each word and underlying it with a sound smack to her bottom and thighs.

The final onslaught was more than Jill could bear. No longer able to fight, she could only lie sobbing across his knee praying for an end to her torment, and promising to herself that she would never, ever do anything in the future that would result in her being spanked like this again.

"Well," he said when he’d finished. He lifted her to her feet and stood her in front of him. "Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?"

"Yes!" Jill sobbed, jumping up and down and rubbing her burning bottom furiously in an effort to cool the raging fire.

"Okay, Roo," he said gently. "I’m sorry I had to do that, but really sometimes I think someone has to look out for you. And be warned, if I think it’s called for, I’ll do it whenever necessary. Okay?"

"It won’t be necessary again," Jill assured him hurriedly, determined this was never going to happen for a second time. She’d make very sure of that!

Taking her towel, he dipped a corner in the river and then wrung it out.

"Here," he offered it to her. "Wipe your face with this, and then I think you’d better wrap it around your waist when you’re ready to go back to the house."

The sting subsiding a bit, Jill was able to regain some of her composure.

"I’m ready now," she told him as coolly as possible, having wiped the tearstains from her face. Now it was over, she wanted to get away from him as quickly as she could. She tied the towel around her middle so it covered her obviously well-spanked bottom and thighs, collected her things, and headed down the track back to the house wanting desperately to be alone so she could sort out her jumbled emotions, but he quickly caught up with her and took her hand in his. Instinctively she tried to pull away, but he held it tightly, until she relaxed. He then squeezed it gently and smiled into her eyes when she turned to look at him. He might have just given her a serious spanking, but instead of being angry, Jill realized she felt somehow warm inside, protected and safe, a feeling she had not had often in her life before.

They walked together in silence, Michael only releasing her hand as they neared the end of the track. As they reached the homestead, they unexpectedly came face to face with Vicky standing by her mother’s car.

"Been for a swim?" she said as the other two approached. "Mum forgot her banking so we had to come back. Want to throw some clothes on and come this time, Roo?"

Jill felt her face turn as scarlet as her bottom. Vicky’s casual manner made it clear she had no idea of what had just taken place by the river. But that didn’t prevent a wave of embarrassment flooding over her as great as if her friend had come down to the river and seen everything with her own eyes, first the spanking and then her and Michael walking back holding hands.

"No," she muttered, desperate to get away. "I think I’ll have a shower. See you when you get back," she finished lamely and scurried off.

* * * * *

And that was the incident to which Vicky, seven years later, was now alluding. Jill had never told her what had really occurred. Not that first time, nor the few other times Michael had taken her over his knee in the intervening years. No one knew but them. But the last time had been two years ago now. Surely he couldn’t mean he would still spank her. She was no longer a child, but a grown woman! Although, she remembered wryly, that argument hadn’t saved her when she was 21 either.

"So," Vicky’s voice brought her back to the present. "What did happen by the river that day? Tell me the truth. You did kiss, didn’t you?"

"No, we did not," Jill answered, grateful her friend had framed the question in such a way that she could answer easily with total honesty. "I’m really sorry to disappoint you, Vick, but there is nothing romantic at all between Michael and me. Never has been, never will be," she added with absolute finality. "Got that?"

"Aye, aye, Cap’n!" Vicky gave a mock salute. "Message received loud and clear. Now stop looking so fierce and come and find the others. I know Mum’s dying to see you. You can finish unpacking later."

Not finding anyone downstairs, the two girls headed outside just as Elizabeth O’Connell emerged from a shed.

"There you two are!" she exclaimed with delight, her face lighting up at the sight of Vicky and Jill. "Hello, Roo. We were just looking at the truck," she exclaimed giving Jill a warm hug. "Useless thing’s broken down again. Anyway, dear, it’s lovely to see you here again."

"It’s wonderful to be back, Mum," Jill answered, returning the hug. Not having had a mother of her own since she’d been a baby, she’d quickly substituted Vicky’s mother into that role.

Approaching middle age, Elizabeth O’Connell was s

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24 reviews for No More Laters

  1. Jackie (verified owner)

    This book was set in Australia which was interesting on it\\\’s own. The characters made me mad a lot, they would get so close to being together and then some misunderstanding would happen. Michael and Jill definitely had chemistry and I liked that she was very close to his family.

  2. Jackie (verified owner)

    This book was set in Australia which was interesting on it’s own. The characters made me mad a lot, they would get so close to being together and then some misunderstanding would happen. Michael and Jill definitely had chemistry and I liked that she was very close to his family.

  3. Alicia (verified owner)

    This is a good story about Jill who is visiting her best friend Vicki and her brother Micheal who she has never been comfortable around since the day he spanked her for getting into his stuff. The sparks do fly whenever these two are each other and boy is it fun to watch.

  4. Alicia (verified owner)

    This is a good story about Jill who is visiting her best friend Vicki and her brother Micheal who she has never been comfortable around since the day he spanked her for getting into his stuff. The sparks do fly whenever these two are each other and boy is it fun to watch.

  5. angelia (verified owner)

    Action romance and lots of Bratting

  6. angelia (verified owner)

    Action romance and lots of Bratting

  7. soundslikefun13

    This Story is an enjoyable read. It starts out with Jill going to visit her longtime friend Vicky. Jill has been friends with the family for years. Vicky’s brother Michael has made it his personally responsibility to keep Jill safe and provide her with discipline when needed. This story has lots of adventure, spankings and misunderstandings. It will keep your attention and make you fall in love with the characters right from the start.

  8. soundslikefun13

    This Story is an enjoyable read. It starts out with Jill going to visit her longtime friend Vicky. Jill has been friends with the family for years. Vicky??s brother Michael has made it his personally responsibility to keep Jill safe and provide her with discipline when needed. This story has lots of adventure, spankings and misunderstandings. It will keep your attention and make you fall in love with the characters right from the start.

  9. angel

    This is a well written story with lots of action and tons of romance There is a romance that has tons of The Hero has no problems turning the herion over his knee but they have so many other problems that just might be all they ever have You will love reading their journey I just wonder if they will ever get their happily ever after hmmm you will have to read it to find out

  10. angel

    This is a well written story with lots of action and tons of romance There is a romance that has tons of The Hero has no problems turning the herion over his knee but they have so many other problems that just might be all they ever have You will love reading their journey I just wonder if they will ever get their happily ever after hmmm you will have to read it to find out

  11. K Tyler

    This is the story about Jill a small newspaper writer and her love interest childhood crush Michael. As a child Jill loses her mother and her father is not as diligent as one would expect. Fortunately for Jill her best friend’s mother fills the void of the missing mother and her big brother Michael fills the role of loving disciplinarian. When Jill grows up she figures Michael no longer needs to feel responsible for keeping her on the straight and narrow. However, Michael has his own views on the matter and his views are the ones that results in a painful posterior if Jill neglects to behave properly.

  12. K Tyler

    This is the story about Jill a small newspaper writer and her love interest childhood crush Michael. As a child Jill loses her mother and her father is not as diligent as one would expect. Fortunately for Jill her best friend??s mother fills the void of the missing mother and her big brother Michael fills the role of loving disciplinarian. When Jill grows up she figures Michael no longer needs to feel responsible for keeping her on the straight and narrow. However, Michael has his own views on the matter and his views are the ones that results in a painful posterior if Jill neglects to behave properly.

  13. kitty_ranma

    Nicely done, romantic for the most part. Though a lot of misunderstandings making you want to kick the main characters in the keester.

  14. kitty_ranma

    Nicely done, romantic for the most part. Though a lot of misunderstandings making you want to kick the main characters in the keester.

  15. Marybeth

    This is the story of Jill and Michael. First of all, I agree with several of the other reviews. I really wanted to slap both of them because they were so stubborn and would willfully misunderstand each other. But, there was an amazing chemistry between the two of them that was there all the time. It took me a while to like Michael. He seemed to try and find reasons to spank Jill. And I find his statement that he spanks her because he sees her as a sister as wrong, Michael does not spank Vicky. I think that he was falling in love with Jill and just wouldn’t admit it to himself! There is a HEA, but there are a lot of twists and turns to get through first. 4 stars

  16. Marybeth

    This is the story of Jill and Michael. First of all, I agree with several of the other reviews. I really wanted to slap both of them because they were so stubborn and would willfully misunderstand each other. But, there was an amazing chemistry between the two of them that was there all the time. It took me a while to like Michael. He seemed to try and find reasons to spank Jill. And I find his statement that he spanks her because he sees her as a sister as wrong, Michael does not spank Vicky. I think that he was falling in love with Jill and just wouldn??t admit it to himself! There is a HEA, but there are a lot of twists and turns to get through first. 4 stars

  17. DKT

    Jill takes a vacation from Melbourne and heads to the Outback to visit her best friend Vicki. Jill is essentially a part of the family. Vicki’s brother, Michael has always seen it as his responsibility to protect and keep Jill safe. He has had no problem putting her over his knee for a sound spanking when needed. Through the years they both have developed feelings for each other. However neither one of them expresses it to the other. Jill and Michael relationship is full of miscommunication and misunderstandings. Although I felt this story had great character development and a very in depth storyline I felt it was a little to detailed. The descriptions and details took away from the flow of the book. I found myself skipping paragraphs at a time just to get to the next part. Overall a good story but very long and drawn out.

  18. DKT

    Jill takes a vacation from Melbourne and heads to the Outback to visit her best friend Vicki. Jill is essentially a part of the family. Vicki??s brother, Michael has always seen it as his responsibility to protect and keep Jill safe. He has had no problem putting her over his knee for a sound spanking when needed. Through the years they both have developed feelings for each other. However neither one of them expresses it to the other. Jill and Michael relationship is full of miscommunication and misunderstandings. Although I felt this story had great character development and a very in depth storyline I felt it was a little to detailed. The descriptions and details took away from the flow of the book. I found myself skipping paragraphs at a time just to get to the next part. Overall a good story but very long and drawn out.

  19. Lisa (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this novel about these star-crossed lovers. It is a sweet love story where it seems they can only communicate openly when she is over his knee. But they never get to the heart of the matter until it is almost too late.

  20. Lisa (verified owner)

    I really enjoyed this novel about these star-crossed lovers. It is a sweet love story where it seems they can only communicate openly when she is over his knee. But they never get to the heart of the matter until it is almost too late.

  21. A Hopkins

    This is a great DD love story. I really enjoyed that we got a chance to really get to know the characters and their history while enjoying the heat between them, not to mention the spankings.

  22. A Hopkins

    This is a great DD love story. I really enjoyed that we got a chance to really get to know the characters and their history while enjoying the heat between them, not to mention the spankings.

  23. Redrabbitt

    Jill has accepted her best friend Vicki\’s invitation to join the family at their farm for the Christmas and New Year holiday. For Jill, River Gums, is the closest thing she has every really had to being a home. Her widowed father was away on business so much, she considers Jack and Elizabeth as surrogate parents. Michael, Vicki\’s older brother, starting spanking Jill about six years prior when he felt she did something that would put herself in danger. Jill has strong feelings for Michael but does not believe he returns them. During her two week stay, there are several misunderstandings and several spankings. But the final misunderstanding that leaves both of them upset is New Years eve. Months later Elizabeth\’s health requires surgery so she puts her life on hold to go help out at the family farm. Michael gets to see that Jill is a stronger person than he actually believed her to be. It seems the Jill ends up over Michael\’s lap quite often in this story!

  24. Redrabbitt

    Jill has accepted her best friend Vicki’s invitation to join the family at their farm for the Christmas and New Year holiday. For Jill, River Gums, is the closest thing she has every really had to being a home. Her widowed father was away on business so much, she considers Jack and Elizabeth as surrogate parents. Michael, Vicki’s older brother, starting spanking Jill about six years prior when he felt she did something that would put herself in danger. Jill has strong feelings for Michael but does not believe he returns them. During her two week stay, there are several misunderstandings and several spankings. But the final misunderstanding that leaves both of them upset is New Years eve. Months later Elizabeth’s health requires surgery so she puts her life on hold to go help out at the family farm. Michael gets to see that Jill is a stronger person than he actually believed her to be. It seems the Jill ends up over Michael’s lap quite often in this story!

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