The Next Ex

Jamie Miracle was everything Travis could hope for. She was beautiful, kind, sweet, and charming--but what's more, she was utterly broke. About to be evicted, he offered her a job too good to refuse ... as his wife. This would be a strictly business proposition and a temporary one at that--Travis needed another wife like he needed a hole in the head. But he'd see to her financial security, and in return, all she had to do was be a loving spouse and charm the family-oriented Kuronabe's into signing a very lucrative business venture. With Jamie by his side, there was no way he could lose. Except that it didn't take Travis long to discover he had a problem with this arrangement: he couldn't keep his hands off Jamie. He couldn't stop kissing her; he couldn't stop spanking her. The closer they drew to the end of their contract, the more Travis became convinced that he had to find a way to make this temporary merger permanent and keep Jamie from becoming his Next Ex. Mature subject matter for adults only. 49,519 words

Maren Smith did it again! “The Next Ex” is another amazing spanking novel! Jamie Miracle is a single mom working as a janitor and struggling to get by (who also happens to be a closet spanko). Travis Dorsett is a wealthy business man who has spent years working to get a lumber contract with the Japanese (who also happens to be a spanko). Given that the Japanese value family above all, Travis realizes that as a single man he is at a disadvantage to his married competition. So, he decides to hire a wife to help regain his edge in this deal. The morning that Travis decided to marry, he came to work in his large Seattle office. While riding the elevator to his office, he comes upon Miss Miracle pushing her janitor’s cart while lost in day dreams. Eight hours later, Jamie is in Mr. Dorsett’s office getting the offer of a lifetime. Only hours after becoming Mrs. Travis Dorsett, Jaime is introduced to the concept of domestic discipline. After Travis announces that her janitorial days are done, Jamie threatens to leave saying that Travis can’t tell her what to do. Well, Travis takes some time letting her know that he most certainly can tell her what to do…. *************************** It was sheer reflex that had Travis immediately on his feet as well. As she bent to unfasten Megan from her highchair, he strode around the end of the table and firmly caught her arm. She tried to yank free of his hand, but before she could even draw breath to let him have it, Travis commandeered her freshly vacated chair and tugged her down to sit on his lap. "Don’t struggle," he said close to her ear. "I don’t think either of us wants to frighten Megan." Jamie immediately stilled, though she perched stiffly on his thighs as unyielding as any statue in his garden. Through gritted teeth, she bit out, "This is touching!" "It certainly is," he agreed calmly, and she lost her irate composure to a startled shriek when he suddenly flipped her over. With that one smooth motion, Travis had her face down over his knees. To be honest, it was a toss up as to who was the more startled: Jamie, staring at the plush white carpet three inches from her nose; or Travis, staring at Jamie’s pert little backside, the seat of her jeans already worn a shade lighter than the rest of her Levis. Jamie’s moment of shock vanished and she bucked, trying to right herself. He quickly settled an arm across the small of her back and pinned her down. It had been three years since he’d last done this. But what do you know, much like riding a bicycle, once learned, the basics of spanking pretty much stayed with a man. Just the sight of her upturned bottom was bringing it all back to him. Despite her anger of only a moment ago, there was now a hint of panic to her voice as Jamie cried, "No, wait! Please don’t! I I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!" "I do believe it’s too late for that," Travis said automatically, amazed at just how calm he sounded. Absolutely no thought was going into this, which was a little disconcerting since he was normally a man who considered and reconsidered his actions all quite carefully. He caressed her bottom tenderly, tracing a small, imaginary target pattern on the surface of her jeans, something that only a disciplinarian could see, and marveled at how exhilarating it felt to run solely on reflex. Her entire body stiffened to feel him touching her there. She swallowed hard. "Please, Travis, let me up." "You put yourself in this position, sweetheart," he said. Yes, sir. It was coming back, all right: the firm hold, the lecture, the itchy palm ready to get underway. Jamie probably wouldn’t appreciate the honor, but she was about to join a very exclusive club, one whose membership consisted solely of only the handful of women he’d ever held in this vulnerable position. He gave his pert, round target a fond pat. Now, what came next ? Oh yes, the lecture. "I won’t ever treat you with disrespect, sweetheart," he told her. "And I won’t tolerate anything less than courtesy from you in return. Is that clear?" "You can’t do this!" Jamie protested wildly. "I won’t let you! You you’d better let me up right now. I’ll make you so sorry!" "Will you now? Well, in that case..." Travis raised his hand high above her instantly squirming bottom. Warm ups were for good girls and good girl spankings, the sweet, sexy, erotic slaps and smacks that proceeded and heightened the pleasure of love making. Sadly, this wasn’t that kind of spanking, and Travis applied five strong swats right to the centers of each upturned cheek in turn. They were harder than he would normally have started any spanking with, but he had a pair of jeans as well as an attitude to work through. Leniency with either, in his opinion, was never a good idea. The impact of each smack jolted her over his lap, and Jamie grabbed his leg with both hands. "Oh! No!" Her feet kicked up sharply behind her. Her shoulders jerked up as far as his restraining arm would allow. "Oh! OW! Stop!" He only tightened his hold around her waist, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she’d be going nowhere until he was through. And by the time the last smack of his hand bounced off her delightful bottom, Jamie was frantic, "Please, Travis! Let me up! Please!" It was very satisfactory. "Sorry, sweetheart," Travis said, thoroughly unrepentant. "You may as well settle down and make yourself comfortable. You’re going to be here for a while." Jamie drew a ragged gasp of a breath. "You can’t do this," she protested again, even less convincingly than the first time. "I’m a grown woman! My mama marched and burned her bra to stop men like you from oh! hulking, great ow! oaf ouch! Stop it! Ow!" She escalated into barely muffled yelps as he started over again, his broad hand paddling ten vigorous smacks all around the perimeter of his bull’s eyed target. "And I’m sure there are a good many suffragettes who have been silently miserable ever since," he drawled. When his palm again came to rest on the center of her rump, the effect of the spanking could already be felt through her Levis. "Tell me, sweetheart. Were you intending to grab Megan and run away?" A bit of anger, bravery and, considering her position, foolishness returned. Though her voice shook a little, she said, "You bet I was." He lay another hardy swat to the center of her bottom, flattening both cheeks, once, twice, then again. On the fourth wallop, with a ragged sob, she snapped back her right hand to grab his. Travis caught her wrist, transferring it into the capable grip of the arm that already held her pinned. "No!" She hit his leg with her free fist and kicked once in frustration. "I’m not going to tell you again," Travis said simply. "If you upset Megan, I will take your pants down and paddle your naughty bottom until you howl." Jamie froze. Her blue eyes widened and her mouth fell open in shock. "You wouldn’t dare!" "Oh no?" He shifted, elevating her hips even more as he reached underneath to unbutton the front of her jeans. "Okay, okay!" Jamie grabbed his leg again. "I’ll be good! Travis, I’ll be good, I promise!" "All right." He left her pants in place. "If you can behave yourself, then I’ll allow you to keep your pants on this one time." "This one time?" Jamie screeched in disbelief. "You mean you’re going to do this again?" Her cheeks flushed angrily. "Why you high handed, conceited, arrogant No, wait. Wait! WAIT!" The pants came down, and Travis’s warm hand settled partially on her beige cotton panties and partially on bare, pink bottom flesh. "What did I just tell you about respect?" Jamie squealed through gritted teeth, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as he lay a series of sharp smacks all over her bouncing backside. The sound was crisper now that he was contacting nearly bare flesh, and if the noises she was making were any indication of her discomfort level, then he was very well satisfied with the results his handiwork was producing. Especially when she kicked her feet up to protect her bottom with her falling apart sneakers. "Move them," he ordered. "Please!" she gasped. "I I’ve had enough! Travis, please don’t spank me anymore!" A very encouraging sign. "You’ve got six more coming and our discussion isn’t over yet. Put your feet down right now, sweetheart, or I’m going to take your panties off and spank your lovely bottom on the bare." She groaned. Slowly, she lowered her feet to the floor. "Six more." He gently rubbed her blazing skin, soft circles that traced the tender globes until she moaned and, in spite of herself, her bottom relaxed. It was a cruel trick, but an effective one that made her jump and gasp as the final fury lit into her. She kept her feet down, but gave into a shrilly vocalized wail for pity, "Oo oOo oww! Sto o op!" Once again his hand came to rest on the now well roasted surface of her scarlet bottom. He gently rubbed her back while she hiccuped and sobbed, and gradually she quieted to sniffles. In a trembling voice, she asked, "May I please get up now? I promise I’ll be good." *************************** I absolutely loved this book and look forward to picking up again in the future. I most certainly recommend it as one of my favorite spanking novels!