Spanker Hills

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Linda goes undercover to try and find out what exactly is happening in the town of Spanker Hills, to expose the town as perverts and make them suffer. But when the town’s handsome lawyer recognizes the reporter, she is the one to suffer…

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When local reporter Linda Lawrence covers a city council hearing about a new community that will bear that name, her suspicions are naturally aroused. What WILL be going on there anyway?

Sensing a big story, she goes undercover at a Spanker Hills shop that sells straps, paddles and canes. When she meets three couples who practice domestic discipline, sado-masochism and the Master-slave lifestyle respectively, she despises them all as perverts who deserve to suffer by being publicly exposed.

But when the community’s handsome young lawyer recognizes her, she is the one to suffer a very thorough spanking. It leaves her feeling very sore and also very sorry for what she has done. But can she submit to the startling community custom that will let her make amends?

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When the City Council chairwoman asked the attorney why his clients had chosen to name their new community Spanker Hills, he had a ready reply. A dazzling grin spread over his tanned face, from his thin lips to the blue eyes that sparkled beneath his curly black hair. ??Dirty River? is not really a very attractive title, even if that was the original name,? he told her, as the audience tittered politely.

In a more serious tone, he added, ?But calling it Spanker Hills would honor the memory of Henrietta Spanker, who did so much for local charity. It would also bring new residents into an older neighborhood that went bankrupt during the housing bust.?

The chairwoman stared suspiciously down at him from behind her harlequin glasses. ?I know all about the housing bust,? she said. ?I also think I know as much about Castlemaine County?s history as anyone does, Mr. Brewer. But I never heard of a Henrietta Spanker.?

?And that is exactly why we want to honor her now,? he triumphantly replied. ?She was an active modern woman, long before her time? just as you are now, Ms. Semple. She deserves to be remembered.?

?And you will make sure she will be,? the chairwoman retorted. ?Very well, then, we will leave the name aside. Now, about the homes themselves? ?

?The community is planned for 20 single-family colonial brick houses on one-acre lots,? he informed her, pointing at the map that hung above the council table. ?We know that that?s the most popular style in Pennsylvania, and for good reason. It reflects our region?s proud historical heritage.

?What?s more, the homes will have shuttered windows and soundproof walls, to preserve the quiet atmosphere. The community center will follow the same design.?

Sitting in the front row, Linda Lawrence had long since resigned herself to another long, dull hearing about a new planned community. She had sat through them often enough, heaven knew, as part of her job with the weekly Castlemaine County Chronicle. There was something about this particular session, though, that made her sit up and take notice.

For one thing, she realized she was just about the only woman in the audience who was seated on a wooden chair. The others had brought cushions to sit on? just as though they had recently suffered at a real spanker?s hands.

In addition, she was well aware that she had never heard of a local female philanthropist named ?Henrietta Spanker,? although she had learned as much as anyone about the town?s history. If ?Spanker Hills? really turned out to be some den of perverts, it could lead to a big enough story for a big-city daily newspaper. She needed that desperately to get her stalled career moving again. Her blue eyes gleamed at the thought.

She was certainly well suited for a star reporter?s career. She had a master?s degree in journalism from Lewis and Clark University in Chicago, and thanks to some careful purchases, she now looked the part, with her straight blond hair falling onto the smart red blazer that was a newswoman?s uniform. She was beyond tired of covering the small-town news of local elections, new restaurants, wedding announcements, obituaries and, above all, local government hearings like this one.

But she had been wasting away here in the boondocks for the last five years, and she had to admit it was largely her fault. She felt sure her professors had given her bad references, and when a few employers had taken a chance on hiring her anyway, she had lasted for less than three years with any of them. What?s worse, she was still unmarried for the very same reasons: Her quick temper combined with her high principles.

Every time she recalled her fatal outbursts, she could hardly believe she had made them.

Why in the world had she slammed her fist on the professor?s desk and demanded her grades right then? She knew that the students who stood around her felt the same way, since it was time to send off their job applications with graduation coming so close. But instead of backing her up they had merely stared at her silently, with their eyes lowered before the professor?s cold glare.

The only editors who had hired her had been the ones who made the decision on the spot, without waiting for references. Always, she had sworn to herself that she would show her gratitude by her complete cooperation, and she had usually been able to do it for a year or less. Then that awful question of principle had raised its ugly head? like the problems caused by that office manager who insisted on approving her stories in advance. In her righteous anger, Linda had forgotten the first rule of journalism: reporters are a lot easier to replace than good office managers.

When she had finally broken down and protested to her boss, he had responded that the office manager had already complained about her defiant refusal to rewrite her stories on demand. Two weeks later, he had called Linda into his office to say that he was cutting some staff positions, including hers. But not, of course, the office manager?s.

When Linda finally landed her current job, with a newspaper that needed someone quickly and could not wait for reference letters, she swore, once again, that she would remember one simple rule: The editor set the editorial policy, and it was her job to follow it.

But, as she told herself, no editor had ever ordered her to back off from a really hot story, and she doubted that even the officious office manager would have done so. This one would be as hot as? well, as hot as Richard Brewer, the attorney with the curly black hair, bright blue eyes, dazzling smile, broad shoulders and obviously powerful hands.

She could not help imagining what it would feel like, to have those hands administering a really sound spanking, like the ones that would probably be taking place at Spanker Hills. Looking out over the crowd, she had the definite feeling that most of those women had gone way beyond the imagining stage.

Some of those ladies were gazing up at their husbands with open adoration, others stared straight at the speaker with eager, gleaming eyes, while a third group kept their heads submissively lowered. They were all eager to move into that perverted new community of theirs, but she suspected they felt that way for very different reasons.

***

Grace Wilcox gazed up at her incredibly handsome husband. His crew-cut blond hair and square jaw made him look like everyone?s image of a police officer, which in fact he was. He was also a strictly honest one. He had proven that when he told Grace on their second date that he believed in Domestic Discipline.

?You are the kind of girl I want to marry,? he had said, as they sat together in his Land Rover, in front of her apartment. Seeing the smile spread over her round pink face, he quickly added, ?There is something I must tell you first. I will be the boss in our home.?

?I wouldn?t have it any other way,? she had assured him, leaning her head of curly brown hair against his broad shoulder. ?That is what our church teaches, and you may remember that I met you at a singles? mixer there. It?s hard for a math teacher to meet eligible men, but I hit the jackpot this time.? She smiled up at him, but he did not smile back.

?I haven?t yet told you what I meant, when I said I would be the boss. I meant I believe in Domestic Discipline, the way my parents did, and I want my marriage to be as happy as theirs. Our own church does not teach this, and I know it has frightened many girls away from me. Now I?m just hoping you aren?t one of them.?

?Domestic Discipline?? she asked. ?Do you mean I must obey you? I told you, I am perfectly ready for that.?

?It means even more,? he told her, gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead. ?It means that I will set up rules for you? and if you fail to follow them, you will wind up over my knee.?

?You mean? you will spank me?? she gasped, ?With your bare hand??

?On your equally bare bottom,? he answered, with a thin smile. ?But that is only for the minor misdeeds. For more serious infractions, you will get the hairbrush or the belt.?

With a shudder, she replied, ?Well then, I suppose I had better not commit any of those major mistakes!?

?I?m sure my mother believed the same thing, but she wound up earning her punishments anyway. Of course, they sent me out of the house on some errand when he was about to spank her, even though I didn?t know why they were doing it at the time. When I came home I knew she had been crying, but they were hugging each other, too.?

?Then I guess it was worth it? for her, at least. But I don?t know if I could stand it.?

?Then perhaps we had better end it right here.?

?No!? she heard herself saying, to her own surprise. ?I mean, no matter how bad the spanking would be? losing you would be even worse.?

?You will marry me then, on my terms??

Snuggling more closely against him, she sighed, ?Well, those seem to be the only terms there are.?

Not long after, they were married. Some of the wedding guests had been openly shocked when they heard the bride promising to ?obey? as well as ?love and honor.? But the groom?s proud parents smiled at each other and pressed one another?s hands.

As they stood in the receiving line together, Grace?s mother cautiously asked her daughter if that had not been a rather old-fashioned ceremony.

?Well,? she answered promptly, ?My new husband is an old-fashioned guy.?

10 reviews for Spanker Hills

  1. Evelyn

    Intersting story about a reporter who goes undercover to publicly expose the new community that is aptly named. She is caught and discovers in herself a need she never knew she had but is it enough to get her to completly change her life?

  2. Evelyn

    Intersting story about a reporter who goes undercover to publicly expose the new community that is aptly named. She is caught and discovers in herself a need she never knew she had but is it enough to get her to completly change her life?

  3. Andrea

    This book wasn\\\’t what I expected it to be but I liked reading it nonetheless. I thought the story was funny and the characters very likeable. The story is about some couples who live different kinky lifestyles and want to live in a community for like minded people. The trouble starts when the name they want to give their community, Spanker Hills, attracts the interest of a reporter who thinks there\\\’s a good story in it.

  4. Andrea

    This book wasn’t what I expected it to be but I liked reading it nonetheless. I thought the story was funny and the characters very likeable. The story is about some couples who live different kinky lifestyles and want to live in a community for like minded people. The trouble starts when the name they want to give their community, Spanker Hills, attracts the interest of a reporter who thinks there’s a good story in it.

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