Walnut Bottom Farm, Book One

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Book One: Brass Lantern Inn

Calla, an artist with a passion for painting old homesteads, suddenly finds herself living on one when her new husband, a talented woodcarver, takes over his father’s ranch after his unexpected death. Country life – and her mother-in-law – become smothering for the city girl. She finds a little escape waiting tables and enjoying time at the old tavern with her best friend, real estate agent Alexis Green. Often things get worse before they get better. The girls discover that thoughtlessness and bad judgment can result in searing consequences.

Book Two: Thin Ice

As winter settles in, Calla adjusts to life on Walnut Bottom Ranch. Her best friend, Alexis Green, is engaged to Calla’s neighbor, Clayton McBride, an agricultural engineer. Alexis is frustrated, though, as her fiance wants to wait until their wedding night before consummating their love for each other. She plots to tease him a little, drive him crazy with want, so that he will give in take her now! With Calla’s help, maybe she can tip the odds in her favor.

In the process of their scheme, the girls discover a clue as to the whereabouts of a thief. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and for a purpose they would rather not explain, makes it difficult for the girls to pass along the desperately needed information.

Pressure mounts between the betrothed as Alexis’s mother learns that her daughter is marrying a farmer, that they will live in the middle of nowhere and her in-laws are Mennonite. If Alexis and Clayton actually make it as far as the altar, their mothers may just ruin the wedding. Sometimes only the resolve of unwavering men can take things back in hand and restore harmony at the homestead.
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Book One, Chapter One

Calla had just finished her shift at the Brass Lantern Inn. All the tables were set, butters and creamers put away, bun warmer empty and turned off. The dining room was closed and she was ready for a drink.? After all, it would be a waste not to have her free one. She figured she had earned it. Her feet were aching and she couldn’t wait to sit down. After making her way through the corridor to the tavern, she unloaded her arms of a coffee carafe, the register envelope and a paperback novel she’d luckily had no time to read. The first two items were handed off to the bartender while ordering,? "Bombay and tonic, tall." The book was left to hold her a spot at the corner of the bar. She slipped into the ladies room to freshen up her face and let her wavy long chestnut-colored hair free of the tight knot, which restrained it while she worked flitting back and forth between the loud and muggy kitchen and the quiet candle-lit dining room. Untucking and unbuttoning the stiff white high-collared blouse over her white tank top felt good. After a quick spin in the mirror to be sure her slip hadn’t peeked out from beneath her almost knee length ruffled black skirt, she tucked her black tights into her white reptile print bag and pulled out a pair of jeweled black flip flops. Dropping them to the floor, she stepped into them on the way out of the restroom. Before returning to the bar she made a stop at the waitress’ closet and dropped her clunky black leather shoes in the corner next to the sweeper.

Sitting down to her gin and tonic at a little after nine, she took tiny sips through the cocktail straw while resolving to leave by ten or so. Bruce couldn’t be too irritated with her for staying a while. He knew she loved to listen to the musicians that came to open mic nights. She also loved the historic charm of the bicentennial grey stone inn. The place had an old world ambiance that attracted rather interesting travelers as well as an eclectic gathering of locals of the small Appalachian community.

Bruce and Calla had been married for little more than a year and he wasn’t sure how he felt about his pretty little wife being in a tavern without him at night. Actually, he knew exactly how he felt about it. He worried she would get tipsy and be taken advantage of or meet someone more exciting than he and their lives had become lately. When he shared his feelings with Calla, she had a nuclear meltdown and left to stay in the city with her best friend, Lexi, for two days. She said she couldn’t be married to a man who did not trust her and she just wanted to make a little extra money of her own. Never mind his worries. As usual, Calla would have her way.

A piercing screech announced microphones, amplifiers and speakers being plugged in and tuned up. Musicians were milling about trying to get their name on the board. Calla thought they appeared to be jousting with their guitar cases for a spot near the top of the list. Indeed, many of them would be getting up with the birds and heading off to jobs that paid the bills and bought new strings. A few would even leave before performing if it became too late before their turn, needing sleep more than applause. Just as many would be singing and strumming, some pairing up for impromptu duets, even after last call.

By twenty after nine the surge upon the small stage had dissipated to one guitarist, a female vocalist, and a bongo player, along with the host, Derek, introducing the musicians and readjusting the soundboard. The singer sounded a lot like Joni Mitchell.

The tavern was becoming crowded. Patrons were chatting casually, catching up on events of the past week, talking about work, family and relationships. A few musicians were huddled around a corner table having an animated discussion about gigs and practices, and certain people whom notoriously missed practice. Amid the hum of conversations and the clinking and clanking of glasses and bottles, Calla was lost in the music. She loved the way it just filled the room. Wondering how so much talent found its way to Brass Lantern Inn, she was startled back to the present by a deep, velvety voice.

"Excuse me, miss. Is this seat taken?"

"No, you can have it."

"Thanks. I’m Clayton."

"Calla. Nice to meet you." She noticed he smelled like leather and hay and something a little spicy. Stealing a quick glance, she decided he looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. His short, wavy black hair framed his chiseled features finely. A look at the large, rugged left hand as he reached for his glass showed no golden band. "I’ve never seen you here before. Do you live around here?"

"Considering it. I’m from Lancaster, Pennsylvania.? I’m an agricultural engineer and I’ll be in the area for a while working on a dairy project. I noticed there is a lot of beautiful mountain property available."

"Are you looking for a family homestead or a hunting cabin?" Calla asked with twinkling eyes.

At this, his expression turned stern. Taking her in for a moment with his steely blue eyes, "I don’t have a girl, if that’s what you’d like to know. But, I see that you have a husband," he said looking at the rings on her own left hand.

Blushing brightly she snapped back, "Don’t flatter yourself, sir. I was only asking because my friend, Alexis Green, is a real estate agent and I thought you may like to meet her."

"My apologies, ma’am. I thought perhaps you were the kind of girl my dear old grannie had warned me about. After all, it is somewhat late for a married woman to be out in a tavern," Clayton replied with a trace of a smirk on his face.

"Charming!" Calla spat back. "More old-fashioned hogwash! You sound like my husband. If you must know, I work here and I enjoy the music. I don’t have to run straight home after work just because I’m married. And never mind about Lexi. She favors silly notions like feminine rights and equality. You are definitely not her type."

At this, Clayton just stared into his glass, chuckling to himself.

"And what is so damn funny?” Calla demanded.

"I was just wondering if I needed to bring your friend flowers if I hoped to buy real estate." Then, looking up at Calla’s pinched face he added, "But, for the record, I have no quarrel with feminine rights or equality. I do hold fast to some old-fashioned ways, however.? If anything, you sell yourselves short demanding equal treatment. I think a woman should expect her man to love and cherish her above all else and devote his life to proving it." The last statement was made without a trace of humor.

After a reflective silence Calla smiled impishly and said, "Maybe Lexi would allow you to buy real estate here after all."

Lexi would soon turn thirty and the longest lasting relationship she had ever had with a man was less than six months. Men found her to be unrealistic and high maintenance, while she found them to be aimless and shiftless.? She would not even go on a second date with a man that didn’t hold the door for her. She was independent and self-reliant, but that did not lower her standards or mean she didn’t expect to be pampered.

"Having another?” the bartender asked.

"No thanks, Roy. I’d like to take some of my tip money home with me. How about the draft special? "

Returning a moment later with a frosty sixteen-ounce glass of light beer he asked, "How’s Bruce?”

"He’s either to his knees in dung or covered in sawdust. Between the livestock and his wood shop he keeps busy. Spends more time in the barn than the house.? Said he may come in one Wednesday evening to check out the music, though."

"That would be great. I need to talk to him about some new barstools. I’d like to update the tavern with a more rustic look."

"Okay, whatever that means, I’ll let him know," she replied, rolling her eyes. Old-fashioned must be the newest trend, she thought to herself.

"Thanks, Calla." Turning to Clayton, "Another lager?”

"Yes, please. And what’s good to eat?"

"The kitchen closed at nine," Roy replied. "But, I hate to see a guest here go hungry. I’ll go back and make you a salad or I could heat up a bowl of chili."

"I’d love a bowl of chili, then, if it isn’t too much trouble."

"No trouble at all." Roy poured the draft and disappeared into the kitchen.

"So you’re a farmer?" Clayton asked.

"I’m an artist, and, as you can see, a waitress. My husband runs the farm. He’s also an accomplished wood carver and makes furniture, but doesn’t have much time for it any longer since his dad passed away and he had to take over running the family place."? Disappointment showed in her face as she spoke.

"How did you two meet?"

"We were both showing at a gallery in DC and met at the opening. He liked my landscapes and I admired his intricately carved furniture and wooden boxes. We discovered we only lived an hour away from each other and began dating. When my parents moved to Florida two years later we got married. We wanted to pursue our art and travel a bit before we settled down, but a few months after the wedding his father died suddenly and we’ve been stuck with the farm, and his mother, ever since."

“Is she bitter and mean or overbearing?"

"She’s a lovely woman, but hard to live with. She crashes around the kitchen before the crack of dawn. I swear she’s deliberately trying to wake me. I have to hide in my studio the rest of the day to avoid her smothering me with homemaking lessons. Then she knits booties and hats for all the grandchildren she’s waiting for us to give her.” They both laughed.

Calla continued, “I’m just not sure if I’m cut out for motherhood. I’m still adjusting to marriage and country living. Sometimes I feel like I’ve fallen into one of my paintings. I used to drive around country roads looking for beautiful old barns and meadows to paint, but never actually thought about living here. I liked the idea of it, but now I often feel out of place. I can’t cook oatmeal, barely know a cow from a bull and a rooster chased me to my car this afternoon. Grace, Bruce’s mom, just stood on the porch next to her beautiful, king-sized log cabin quilt that she hand stitched every scrap of; she was ‘hanging the wash’, and laughing at me like an old hyena! Truthfully, I like working here because it gets me away and lets me feel useful.”

There was another silence in the midst of the drums and harmonica. Then the rhythm of the tambourine changed and the trance was broken. Calla spoke again. “Wow. I never really said all of that out loud before. Sorry you had to hear it.”

Clayton just smiled warmly. “That’s okay. Though, if I were Bruce, I admit I would feel a bit tempted to hide in the barn, too.” They laughed together this time.

Calla was ordering another draft when Derek announced, “Clayton McBride’s up next. Thank you, Bobbi! It’s always a treat when you and the boys come out to play at Brass Lantern! Give us one more then give Clayton the floor!”

Clayton took one more bite of chili, finished his beer and turned to Calla, “It was nice meeting you. I need to tune up quick.” He stood and picked up a worn red guitar case she was surprised that she hadn’t noticed, gave a nod and made his way outside to the relative quiet of the patio.

After a few minutes Clayton was back and plugging in a beautiful red and white guitar. The red was deeply stained, shining mahogany with a bright white mother of pearl inlay. The inlay seemed to be in the shape of a hawk. She watched as he turned again to sit down on a small stool. He wore a crisp white dress shirt, a slightly worn black leather vest, dark blue jeans and square-toed black leather boots which were also a little worn. Calla couldn’t help but notice that he was easy to look at, maybe six foot tall and broad shouldered. Oh, she suddenly realized, the inlay was a red-tail hawk. She had done a few rough sketches of a red-tail on a fence post.

With the guitar propped on his left knee he began, “I’m Clayton and this is Ruby,” with a deep even strum.

He played blues and country, his rich voice rolled out catching every ear in the room. Conversations were lagging while everyone listened to this new performer. As he sang, a tambourine, and then a fiddle joined in. This was one of those magic moments Calla loved here. Musicians that had never met, much less played together before, were somehow all in tune with each other. They communicated in a secret language of glances and nods, taking turns backing each other on brief instrumental leads, somehow sounding like they’ve been on tour together longer than the Beetles.

Having another beer and a sudden thought, Calla pulled a business card from her wallet, turned it over and scribbled on the back: If you’re still around on the fourth, come out for barbecue and fireworks. Bring Ruby. The front of the card had the number and address for Walnut Bottom Farm and Woodworks with contact information for Bruce Cowen. She laid the card by his bowl. Lexi would be there and just might want to do a little rockin’. She finished her draft and looked at the time. A quarter after eleven already. She gathered her things, told Roy goodnight and the same to some regulars on the way out the door.

Calla drifted her car back into the place where the rooster had chased her nine hours earlier. She let herself in and crept quietly up the stairs, carrying her flip-flops and skipping the step that always creaked the loudest. Bruce was waiting up, pretending to read a book. She began peeling off her clothes and discarding them in an untidy heap by the closet door. “Hello honey, how was your evening?” she asked.

“Quiet.” His one word reply meant he was in a foul mood. Sometimes he seemed like a cranky old man.

“Why didn’t you come join me for a drink? I know you would love the music. You need to get out of here sometimes.”

Ignoring her question, he looked at her over his book, “How much did you have to drink?”

“No more than usual. Do I look drunk to you?” Fully irritated, Calla raised her voice. “Well, do I?”

“Shh! You’ll wake my mother.”

“She wakes me every morning.”

“Because she thinks you should get up with me and make me breakfast.”

“And did you tell her you can make your own breakfast and she can mind her own business?”

“Come on Calla, you know she never had a daughter and she just wants you to help her around here a little.”

“What she wants is to turn me into a Suzy Homemaker like her!”

“It wouldn’t kill you to learn how to boil water or make a bed.”

“I can’t take that chance.”

“Don’t get smart, Calla! And you better watch how much you drink. I know you’re used to doing what you please and taking a cab home, but there’s no cab service around here and drinking and driving is serious!”

“Yes, Father,” she mocked.

“If I were your father you’d be over my knee right now!”

At that Calla giggled and slipped between the sheets. Bruce quickly forgot he was angry as Calla reminded him of what domestic skills his wife did possess.

Book Two, Chapter Two

No one was more surprised than Calla when Clayton announced at Thanksgiving Dinner that he and Alexis were engaged. They had only been dating since July.? No one was less surprised than her husband, Bruce. Since Lexi was his wife’s best friend, he knew she was difficult, choosy and high maintenance, with even higher standards. But, he also knew that his new friend and business partner was determined to have and hold Alexis Green at any cost.

And cost it would, more than money. Bruce feared his friend might lose his sanity and go grey at the age of thirty by the time this was all done. The couple agreed that they both wanted a small wedding and a big honeymoon. Even so, the bride-to-be was nearly making herself crazy and the groom in turn, with details and plans. What were they thinking trying to plan a New Year’s wedding? He knew what they were thinking. It was Clayton’s old fashioned Mennonite upbringing. Delaying the wedding meant delaying the wedding night and neither could hold out much longer. It would only be natural to give in, but Clayton wanted the one and only time he would wed to be one hundred percent perfect.

Lexi, well, she kind of understood about waiting. She went to Sunday school and all, and found the notion very romantic, but could not quite comprehend that a man would put HER off and make HER wait. What was the world coming to? Growing more sexually frustrated each passing day, she decided he would give in or suffer. Always a lady, she would be subtle, but she would make him burn for her as badly as she did for him. She also couldn’t wait to be done with this wedding. The planning of it practically became a full time job, falling mainly upon Lexi and Calla, since the only thing Clayton specifically wanted was that she attend.?

All his energy was spent settling in and readying Green Acres, the old homestead he bought around the time Alexis Green went from being his real estate agent to his fianc?e. He named this self-sustaining paradise for her. It was fitting. There was never a more ‘green’ farm ever built. The old windmill was restored and updated, generating alternative energy even better than when it was new, before such terms existed. Clayton McBride spent his hours setting seemingly random posts and building solar stations for his portable electric fencing, building nursery coops for spring peeps, mowing and spreading manure and compost trucked in from Walnut Bottom Farm. He and Bruce Cowen pooled resources and manpower to get both homesteads running at optimum efficiency.

? While Lexi looked at bridal catalogues at night before bed in her little apartment in town, Clayton combed through seed catalogues from his big four-poster bed. He stayed in the stone house nestled into the mountainside at Green Acres. Trying not to count down the days until she would join him, he concentrated instead on winter wheat and clover. There was just so much to do to get ready for spring crops and livestock. He had decisions to make and plans to follow if it would be a productive first year.

Sometimes the enormity of it all was overwhelming. Half a year before, he’d been an unattached agriculture engineer, traveling from farm to farm up and down the Eastern U.S. helping to make other farms work and succeed. Now he was starting his own. Having not done any real farming since he left his parents’ place in Pennsylvania to go to college, he wondered if he had what it takes. And soon he would be a husband to the most clever, and gorgeous, woman he’d ever met. Sleep overtook him as he wondered if he was dreaming.

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?“Would you like to ride into town with me, Calla? We could have lunch at the Brass Lantern.” Bruce came up behind her in her studio, tugging and twirling her long spiraling ponytail.

Spinning and tapping a dot of white paint on the tip of his nose with laser precision, “No, but how about you and Clayton meet Lexi and me there for supper? I want to finish this painting for the silent auction next weekend and it needs time to cure before you so kindly frame it? and, we will be going out there this afternoon, for a private party, of sorts.”

“Private party you say? And what sort of private party is taking place at the Brass Lantern Inn this afternoon?” he asked with raised eyebrow and exaggerated suspicion.

“A scandalous one!” she replied, setting down her palate and brush and turning to spread both palms across his chest, almost kneading like cat, while he hugged her to him. “It’s kind of like a Tupperware party, but with lingerie instead of lunch boxes. The best part is, Lexi thinks it’s going to be a sales party for candles and scented wax burners, stuff like that. She would not budge in her decision to not have a bachelorette party so I secretly invited some of our girlfriends to come for a surprise lingerie party. If you and Clayton come afterwards the girls could meet him, and, I promise to buy something.” Calla winked up at him.

“Well, you devilish little imp.” In one quick motion he spun her around and swatted her bottom playfully. “I’ll see what I can do.”?

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Clayton was waking up slowly, dreaming of Lexi. He could almost feel her warmth and smell her hair as his morning wood pressed against the firmness of her rear. He dreamed she lay cupped by his body in their bed. He could almost feel the tickle of long wisps of hair in his two day unshaven stubble and hear her faintly moan when he squeezed her breast? almost feel her breathing, harder and faster in his arms?

“MY GOD! LEXI! What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast. I brought muffins and coffee, but you just looked so exquisitely peaceful and warm and comfortable, smiling sweetly in your sleep, I couldn’t resist crawling in and cuddling.”

She lay looking up at him in her plush white sweater dress and a sea of covers, seeming so innocent, pretending not to notice the half angry and half embarrassed expression on the hard-on wielding man standing there in black boxer shorts. Unable to suppress the beaming wide smile that began to spread across her face, she gave herself away. Clayton narrowed his eyes at her with his fists on his hips for a second, then bent down and scooped her up. He carried her out to the sofa in the other room, mumbling something about an evil little temptress and, just a little roughly, dumped her there and went back to the bedroom closing the door behind him. Pleased with herself, if not thoroughly satisfied, Alexis went about pouring coffee while he dressed.?

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The giddy voices down the hall sounded familiar as Lexi made her way to the private room for the silly party. She hated these things but could always use a few more scented wax cakes to make a house smell like cookies or baking bread for a showing, and Calla was just so insistent. They sound awfully excited about candles, she thought as she opened the door. A bubbly and loud “Surprise!” was shouted by familiar faces, not in unison but with the same effect. She stood in the door with her mouth agape at the scene. The only candles there lit a room of lace and frills and twinkle-eyed women with mischievous grins. It looked as if a Victoria’s Secret store had exploded in the room. Panties and bras hung from the ceiling. There were racks of gowns and teddies and a couple privacy screens were set up to allow people to try them on for size, if anyone dared.? Wine bottles on the table were even dressed in garter belts. Calla handed her a glass of chardonnay with a wink, wearing a pair of gaudy pink panties on her head that said ‘naughty girl’ in gold letters.

“Indeed, you should be spanked,” Lexi said as she accepted the glass, returning the wink.

A couple hours later Lexi and Calla, with a few of their closer friends that traveled several hours to be there, met Clayton and Bruce in the dining room. They sat down to a beautifully set table in front of the fireplace and enjoyed a terrific meal of prime rib. The men did an excellent job of making polite conversation considering neither could take their imaginations away from the ample gift bags the girls set down between them. The blue lace peeking out of the tissue paper in Lexi’s bag was no accident. She was a woman on a mission and now had more ammunition.

As is customary, the topic of weather came up in conversation. “Really, snow tomorrow?”?

“Up to a foot,” Bruce confirmed.

“I think I’ll go out and take some pictures then. I’d like to paint a snowy landscape of one old place outside of town, but, would like some photos to look at from the warmth of my studio. ” Calla said. “Will it be safe enough to drive around?” she asked Bruce.

“The next day, maybe, if you take the Jeep. You shouldn’t go alone though, I’ll try to make time.” Bruce offered.

“No need, I’ll go with her.” Lexi offered quickly, her wheels turning as soon as Calla said photos.

“Then come over before the snow starts and spend the night. Grace and I are baking Christmas cookies and making salt dough ornaments for the craft bazar. There will be cocoa,” Calla coaxed.

“Just listen to you two domesticated country girls,” Megan said. “If someone would have told me while we were in college that the two of you would be standing in a farmhouse kitchen, wearing aprons and baking cookies one day, I’d have peed my pants laughing.? But then,” throwing glances at the men, “I can see country life has some fine perks. I’m a bit jealous. Hey, I thought you and the mother-in-law were like oil and water. Can’t resist raw cookie dough or are you getting along better with the old woman?” Megan had a knack for blurting out whatever was in her head.

“Very much so, ever since?” Calla’s thought train derailed as she remembered the turning point in her relationship with Grace. Although it was not the primary reason, her sullen and sour attitude was discussed the first time Bruce had taken her over his knee. What Calla had not known was that Uncle Bud and Grace were, conveniently, a day too early for the estate auction he had taken her to that day. Although her husband had passed away, his lifelong friend kept a close watch over the family.

Bud knew that Grace’s already spiteful attitude towards Calla would worsen after the incident the night before. Calla had run her car off the road driving home in a storm, after drinking too much following the end of her shift at the Inn. He knew Bruce would be taking Calla in hand and felt that would be all the punishment the young woman could bear. She didn’t need Grace there listening and judging her. Grace was literally bent over a barrel and reacquainted with the second purpose of a man’s belt that afternoon. Apparently it was an excellent position for listening well.? She was much more receptive to what Bud had been nicely trying to point out for some time.

“Ever since they realized they are more alike than different.” Bud’s voice chimed in as he approached the table, having seen Bruce’s truck outside and wanting to have a word with him.

‘That sheriff really is a knight in shining armor,’ Calla thought to herself, remembering him finding her sloshing her way up the road on foot that night. Although, she wasn’t exactly appreciative of him when he breathalyzed her on the front porch in front of Bruce, and even less so the next morning when she faced the music. Blushing at the memory, she glanced at Lexi. She and Clayton had not been dating long, but Clay felt he had no choice than to tan the hide of Calla’s partner in crime. Lexi had urged her to stay though she was supposed to go straight home due to the weather. And though Alexis had made it across town without incident, she could not deny that she should not have been behind the wheel herself.

‘I guess a little city sass has been domesticated out of us,’ Calla thought without regret. Looking at the finely cut sculpture of a man sitting beside her in the glow of the fire, knowing the depth his love and the skill of those hands, at whatever task he put them to, she grew hot from head to groin with want, and thought, ‘That’s right, Megan, be jealous.’

“I’m ready to call it a day and get into something more comfortable.” Calla stretched and batted her eyes exaggeratedly.

As the girls giggled and said goodbye, Bud, Bruce and Clayton stepped outside to talk while they waited on the ladies.

 

14 reviews for Walnut Bottom Farm, Book One

  1. Redrabbitt

    This book contains two stories that coincide with each other around two college friends and their relationships. In the first story it is about the relation of Calla and her husband Bruce. They are now living back at his family\’s farm, his father has passed away and his mother lives there too. Calla and Grace do not have a sweet relationship and it does add to the tension in the home. Calla works at the Brass Lantern Inn as a waitress and then stays after she is off and drinks, a bit much, and then drives home. She pushes her relationship with Bruce until he takes her in hand. In the second story, it is about the upcoming marriage of Alexis and Clayton. They are planning a small wedding, but she pushes the envelope trying to get him to cave in to her desires. Also Calla and her go out off the road during heavy snow where they were told not to go. The wedding rehearsal dinner has both the bride and groom\’s mothers acting up. Both stories are very well told, that with consequences comes retribution in the form of punishments and age isn\’t a factor. There is several just delivered spankings in each story and the sex scenes are just implied.

  2. Redrabbitt

    This book contains two stories that coincide with each other around two college friends and their relationships. In the first story it is about the relation of Calla and her husband Bruce. They are now living back at his family’s farm, his father has passed away and his mother lives there too. Calla and Grace do not have a sweet relationship and it does add to the tension in the home. Calla works at the Brass Lantern Inn as a waitress and then stays after she is off and drinks, a bit much, and then drives home. She pushes her relationship with Bruce until he takes her in hand. In the second story, it is about the upcoming marriage of Alexis and Clayton. They are planning a small wedding, but she pushes the envelope trying to get him to cave in to her desires. Also Calla and her go out off the road during heavy snow where they were told not to go. The wedding rehearsal dinner has both the bride and groom’s mothers acting up. Both stories are very well told, that with consequences comes retribution in the form of punishments and age isn’t a factor. There is several just delivered spankings in each story and the sex scenes are just implied.

  3. Laurel Lasky

    Calla and her husband Bruce are living at Bruce\’s family farm. Calla needs time away from her mother in law and is bored. She get a job at the Brass Lantern Inn and hangs out after her shift to listen to the live music. She meets a man, Clayton who she fixes up with best friend Alexis who get engaged. The two girls get into trouble together and get punished by their men. This is two books in one, has romance, naughty girls and spanking. This was a fun read.

  4. Laurel Lasky

    Calla and her husband Bruce are living at Bruce’s family farm. Calla needs time away from her mother in law and is bored. She get a job at the Brass Lantern Inn and hangs out after her shift to listen to the live music. She meets a man, Clayton who she fixes up with best friend Alexis who get engaged. The two girls get into trouble together and get punished by their men. This is two books in one, has romance, naughty girls and spanking. This was a fun read.

  5. Marybeth

    This is two books in one. In the first novella, we are introduced to Calla and her husband Bruce. Calla is not happy living with Bruce’s mother. She gets a job at the local inn and spends much of her time there. She is also not happy with her husband, she has lost her respect for him. She doesn’t spend time with him, she does nothing around the house. Eventually everything comes to a head and Calla is punished by Bruce for her behavior. At first, she fights him, but eventually, she gives in and she accepts her punishment. In the second story we learn more about Clayton and Alexis. They became engaged in the first story. They are moving quickly towards a wedding because Clayton’s Mennonite upbringing does not allow the happy to couple to have sex before marriage. Alexis isn’t too happy about that and pushes for sex. She gets spanked pretty frequently and so do her mother and soon to be mother-in-law. I really enjoyed these stories. They are about relationships and spankings. There isn’t a lot of sex in the story and only between married couples. I give this story 5 stars!

  6. Marybeth

    This is two books in one. In the first novella, we are introduced to Calla and her husband Bruce. Calla is not happy living with Bruce??s mother. She gets a job at the local inn and spends much of her time there. She is also not happy with her husband, she has lost her respect for him. She doesn??t spend time with him, she does nothing around the house. Eventually everything comes to a head and Calla is punished by Bruce for her behavior. At first, she fights him, but eventually, she gives in and she accepts her punishment. In the second story we learn more about Clayton and Alexis. They became engaged in the first story. They are moving quickly towards a wedding because Clayton??s Mennonite upbringing does not allow the happy to couple to have sex before marriage. Alexis isn??t too happy about that and pushes for sex. She gets spanked pretty frequently and so do her mother and soon to be mother-in-law. I really enjoyed these stories. They are about relationships and spankings. There isn??t a lot of sex in the story and only between married couples. I give this story 5 stars!

  7. Margaret Corcoran

    A wonderfully written long story of an introduction to dd. The characters are well rounded and good fun. The scenes are believable and real. The relationships all develop in love within marriage. Very good story

  8. Margaret Corcoran

    A wonderfully written long story of an introduction to dd. The characters are well rounded and good fun. The scenes are believable and real. The relationships all develop in love within marriage. Very good story

  9. K Tyler

    This is a combined story of Calla and Bruce and Grace who is Bruce’s mother. Calla and her mother in law aren’t quick friends which puts a strain in the household. Calla antics cause her husband Bruce to have to show her he means business by taking her otk. The next story is about Clayton and Alexis marriage. Alexis tries to get Clayton to cave on his resolve and it results in her sporting a sore behind. Then Calla and Alexis together find trouble and suffer the consequences of their behavior. This book provides a entertaining read.

  10. K Tyler

    This is a combined story of Calla and Bruce and Grace who is Bruce??s mother. Calla and her mother in law aren??t quick friends which puts a strain in the household. Calla antics cause her husband Bruce to have to show her he means business by taking her otk. The next story is about Clayton and Alexis marriage. Alexis tries to get Clayton to cave on his resolve and it results in her sporting a sore behind. Then Calla and Alexis together find trouble and suffer the consequences of their behavior. This book provides a entertaining read.

  11. DKT

    I truly enjoyed this book which contains two stories that coincide with each other. Calla and Alexis have been friends since college. Calla is now married Bruce. There is a lot of adjusting to do when you are newly married. Grace, her mother in law is living with them and creates a lot of stress. Calla isn’t living up to her end of the bargain and puts herself in inexcusable danger. Bruce finally puts his foot down and Calla finds herself otk. Alexis and Clayton relationship has developed and they are now engaged. Clayton wants to wait until their wedding night but Calla tries to push him and sabotage his resolve. She finds herself over Clayton’s knee everytime. Clayton’s and Alexis’s mom are making life difficult for this soon to be husband and wife. Both find themselves over the knees of their respected husbands. Life begins to settle down after the wedding yet Calla and Alexis still seem to be able to find trouble and pay the consequences. An entertaining and sweet read.

  12. DKT

    I truly enjoyed this book which contains two stories that coincide with each other. Calla and Alexis have been friends since college. Calla is now married Bruce. There is a lot of adjusting to do when you are newly married. Grace, her mother in law is living with them and creates a lot of stress. Calla isn??t living up to her end of the bargain and puts herself in inexcusable danger. Bruce finally puts his foot down and Calla finds herself otk. Alexis and Clayton relationship has developed and they are now engaged. Clayton wants to wait until their wedding night but Calla tries to push him and sabotage his resolve. She finds herself over Clayton??s knee everytime. Clayton??s and Alexis??s mom are making life difficult for this soon to be husband and wife. Both find themselves over the knees of their respected husbands. Life begins to settle down after the wedding yet Calla and Alexis still seem to be able to find trouble and pay the consequences. An entertaining and sweet read.

  13. JK

    These were 2 really good stories! I really liked how they both showed relationships with conflict, and the way they settled their conflict was with spanking! They both had fun and loving characters! I thought there were some interesting twists and I found both stories to be thoroughly enjoyable!

  14. JK

    These were 2 really good stories! I really liked how they both showed relationships with conflict, and the way they settled their conflict was with spanking! They both had fun and loving characters! I thought there were some interesting twists and I found both stories to be thoroughly enjoyable!

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