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Lovely Little Liar


Devlin, Patty



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Frequency of Spankings:
frown Just Right!


Quality of Scenes:
frown Just Right!


Noteworthy:

M/F: hand, paddle, belt,


Book Length:
1,208
* This is the size of the book according to the Kindle. I have no idea what unit this is.


Synopsis:

Charlie gives the cop who pulls her over for speeding and reckless driving the performance of a lifetime, telling him that her mother is in the hospital on the edge of death.
 Trooper Vin Loveanu wants nothing more than to pull her out of the vehicle and comfort her, but has to settle for sending flowers to the hospital, only to find out that the mother is not a patient. Further investigation turns up an obituary for Charlene's mother from four years before! Charlie's lies, abominable driving and strong family ties continue to bring the two together. She can't run away far enough or fast enough and maybe - just maybe she should be running to Vin - not away, even if it meant over his knee - the same way her brother Alex dealt with her. And she'd been trying to tell Alex she was too old for spanking for years.


Review:

I’m not sure I could imagine what it would be like to have an older brother show up on my doorstep after his six sense kicked in to inform him of my misbehavior.  There would be no formalities and little discussion; he would simply blister my bottom for whatever misdeed he discovered and be on his way.  This is how life is for 26-year-old Charlie.  Some of Charlie’s offenses are certainly worthy of punishment, but many are simply the result of her brother’s overprotective nature.  As a result, Charlie’s bottom gets warmed more frequently due to the things she does to avoid a bottom warming in the first place. 


For instance, when Charlie is pulled over for speeding, she knows her police officer brother would learn about a ticket before the ink is even dry.  So, she comes up with a horrible lie to evade a ticket and avoid a spanking.  Days later, she can only guess that her lie did not go undetected when her brother shows up at the end of her shift to drive her home:




"Charlie, your brother is here to pick you up. He is out in the waiting room." Susie came into the staff room while Charlie shoved her arms in the sleeve of her coat. "My own husband doesn't even care enough to pick me up and make sure I get home safely… What a sweetie. He's going to make some girl very lucky—"


"He's married," Charlie snipped at the older woman, looking at her watch. The day had flown by. It was already after midnight. Her shift had ended eleven minutes before.


"Well, she's lucky, and you're lucky to have someone—" Susie's voice drifted off as the door closed behind Charlie upon her exit of the waiting room. She didn't mean to be rude to Susie, but if Alex had come there, he must be really upset at her. Was it because of the extra shift or because he'd heard about the ticket?


As if her day couldn't get any worse, just as she pushed through the heavy double doors to the waiting room her stomach growled loudly. She patted the pocket of her pink scrub pants.


She hadn't had time to eat the bag of peanuts she bought out of the vending machine. She pulled them out and popped a few salty nuts in her mouth as her eyes wearily met Alex's.


"Hey. You didn't have to come…"


"Neither did you." He stood and made his way to the door. Ever the gentleman, he opened it for her. He stayed quiet and so did she until they got in his truck and made it a couple blocks. Charlie knew talking would be a waste at this point. She didn't even question leaving her little red Saturn at the hospital or how she would get to work in the morning. She'd just call Kelsey in the morning. He was the one to break the silence first. "Is that the only thing you've eaten today?"


"No, Kelsey brought up sandwiches from the cafeteria," she lied without even thinking.


Years and years of terrible eating habits and lies didn't change. Well, of course she'd changed. She didn't count the calories (okay, most of the time she didn't count the calories) and she didn't try to starve herself anymore. She just never remembered to eat. It was the cover-up that came easy.


Charlie glanced at Alex's profile in the dashboard glow. He should be at home in bed with Jenna, but no matter what she did or said he would not stop trying to take care of her. As they pulled into the driveway next to the two-story brick home, she tossed a quick "Thanks for the ride" over her shoulder and reached for the handle.


Her bottom tingled when he put the truck into park, shut it off and climbed out at the same time she did. He didn't even give her the benefit of words at that point. He just trudged through the snow behind her and inside when she opened the door. Without a key.


"Damn it, Charlie! How many times have I told you to lock the doors?" His growl scared Brinks, who yapped, hid behind the door, and then dashed behind Charlie's legs.


"It's okay, Brinksy-baby. That bully's not gonna get you." She completely ignored Alex and picked up her little dog, hugging him and letting him lick her chin. She carried him to the kitchen, opened a can of his dog food and dumped it on a plate.  While she was setting the little dog down for his supper, Alex continued to lecture her.


"You think it's funny, saying the dog is your security alarm, but that little dog is not going to be able to save your life. You'd think you would see it in the people who come into the emergency room, but you won't listen. Instead you go on and on about how unfair I am."


"No, I get sick of you treating me like a child. I can take care of myself, but you won't leave me alone. That is all I want." She gave an exaggerated sigh. They'd been told their eyes were the same exact shade of pale green, the same as their father's had been. Had Daddy looked at her like that before he spanked her? She couldn't remember.


"Right. You take care of yourself—like working too much and forgetting," he exaggerated the word 'forgetting' with a sarcastic face, "to eat, and is there anything else you need to tell me?"


A wave of dread spread through her as she backed up against the kitchen counter. Her stomach clenched and so did her bottom. How the hell did he always find out? She just stared at him with her hands fisted at her sides. It wasn't his freaking business. "I'm an adult, Alex… I don't need you to do this…"


"Charlie, I would love nothing more than for you to 'act like an adult.' You know that, but you don't do it. You think about that. You just go take your shower and get ready for bed. I'm going to shovel your driveway. And you better think about how long you want to feel this spanking… because if you're still glaring at me like that when I come back in, I'm going to use my belt."


Charlie stomped to the bathroom. How did he always find out? Always, always. It was just unbelievable. She should just move. Sell the house and move. She could call Miranda. Miranda could sell the house and Charlie could stay with her until she could transfer to— California. Yes, California. But the mountains, there were mountains in California. There had to be snow wherever she moved; she loved the snow. With each thought she peeled her clothes off.


And by the time she had the steaming hot water streaming down over her tired muscles, she was crying and stomping her feet. Who the hell did he think he was? And why did she always have to live under his thumb? It was her house and she should be able to just kick him out. No matter how many times she told him these things, in her heart she knew he was right. And she knew that no matter how much she got mad when he was right, she'd be lost without him, and Jenna. They were all she had.


Her head hung down in front of her, her tears running down the drain with the shower water. Her sobs soaked up in the rush of the shower spray.


No matter how hard she tried, she always screwed up. She never remembered to eat, or to lock the freaking doors, but the speeding was worse. She always drove too fast. And she was always setting Alex off. Why couldn't she be a sweetheart, like Jenna? Or beautiful, like Miranda?


"If you think I'm going to get tired of waiting and go home, you're wrong," Alex called through the door to her. "Come on, get out here."


Sheesh. She was still just standing there. "Washing my hair," she hollered.


True to his promise, Alex was waiting for her on the old orange couch. It wasn't really orange; it was more of a burnt brownish color. The issue had been debated many times and it was sure to be debated many more. That was why it hadn't been thrown away even though it should've been long ago. No one could ever lay on it comfortably with the huge dip in the middle, but somehow keeping it was like still having a part of their family there with them. Like snuggling with Daddy on Saturday mornings, and watching cartoons while Mom burnt pancakes.


But Alex had never gotten up in time for cartoons. He wouldn't get up until the smoke alarm went off and then he always came out running like it wasn't a weekly occurrence. He always responded like the new alarm was sure to be the real one—the one he needed to act on and save them all from a fiery death.


"It's late. Don't stretch this out; quit dragging your feet and looking pathetic. You know what I want; I shouldn't have to hear it from others. Four days ago, Charlie, and as if twenty miles over the speed limit wasn't bad enough—the lie—" He broke off just as her shame did her in. She started crying and was almost happy when he pulled her down over his legs. At least then she didn't have to see the disgust etched on his face anymore. "How could you lie like that, Charlie? Don't you have any common decency?" He started slapping her bottom hard and fast, this cheek and then that. His hand hot and heavy hurt like a paddle on its own. Her thin flannel pajama pants offered very little if no protection from the barrage.


Charlie gripped the cushions of the couch and held on. Each swat fell in a steady rhythm, here, there and everywhere. Lighting up her backside with scorching accuracy. She knew he was going to make sure she didn't sit comfortably for a while; she'd seen the paddle next to him and knew he was just warming up.


"I asked you a question, Charlie. How could you lie about Mom like that? How? You don't care about anyone but yourself. That's how."


She refused to answer. She knew what she'd done was wrong. There was no other way around it. All she could do was cry, bite the cushion and hang on. After all the times he'd beaten her rear in the last six—no eight years (he'd started before, while Dad had been sick, before he died,) he'd grown extremely skilled at it. How had he gotten so freaking wise in his thirty-six years, she'd really like to know.


"Stop your kicking and carrying on. I've barely started." Alex scooted forward on the couch and wrapped his leg over hers, eliminating her kicking and thrashing. "It's a disgrace, that's what it is, Charlie, lying like that about Mom. Most of the police in this city knew Dad—and Mom." He gave her two really hard swats to each swell as he spoke about their parents.


"Ow! Oh!" When she couldn't move her legs, Charlie had to focus more on the pain, and she couldn't hold back her cries. "I'm sor-ry, Alex. I'm really sorry."


"Now, how about we talk for a minute? Let's see, this happened four days ago and I find out today—and not from you. Then you got the ticket today and still didn't tell me. How many swats you think that should be?" He'd stopped smacking her backside and picked up the heavy oak paddle. It was the same one that their daddy had used. It felt cool against Charlie's blazing backside as it rested there but she knew how fast that could change.


"I don't know, Alex." Her voice came out cracked and sniffly, but she knew he wouldn't let this go without talking it out. "Four days plus one for today. Five. Yes, five." She also knew that he wouldn't agree, but she was always hopeful.


"Five?" He paused as if he was actually thinking about it, "Let's double that." He rubbed the paddle around her bottom. "And what about the extra shift?"


"Oh, Alex, it was a crisis."


"There are always emergencies in emergency rooms. You work at the Urgent Care clinic for a reason: the set schedule, Thursdays through Sundays, eight to four. You've agreed to this many times. You don't take care of yourself, you can't work extra days. Now how many swats for that?"


"One," she said through gritted teeth.


"Five more, yes, that sounds about right. And for standing Jenna up? Should I spank you for that? She was really upset."


"Jenna wouldn't want you to spank me for it. I didn't mean it. I'm just forgetful. I'll apologize."


"She was very upset, but I will let you make it up to her. Now where were we? Ten, fifteen. You know that isn't enough for reckless driving and the worst lie I can even think of, don't you? I don't even think double is enough, but I will settle for it. So thirty. Let's get this over with." And he did—very succinctly.


No matter how many times she'd been paddled before, that first scorching thwack always surprised and shocked her. It helped that he had the paddle resting there so when he lifted it off, she knew it was going to fall. She should have an idea it was going to happen. But it was always like a whole unexpected event and brought a soft cry from her lips even if she tried not to.


Then, each crack thereafter, landed in the same exact place on the fullest part of her cheeks with the same amount of pressure. She wiggled and cried, begged and bounced. Nothing changed the variation and nothing helped to lessen the fires of hell itself that had taken over her behind. As soon as he let her up she would go outside and sit in the yard with her pants down in all of that icy cold, wet, snow.


"I'm sorry, honey," he said when he finally stopped and helped her up. Once she'd tugged her pants up over her sore backside, he stood next and pulled her close, hugging her. "I know that you hate it when I spank you, but I will not stop trying to keep you safe. Even if I have to save you from yourself."



 

Lovely Little Liar by Patty Devlin was a very interesting read about two alpha males and one little liar who clearly needs to be taken in hand at times.  Charlie finds trouble around every corner and unfortunately doesn’t get away with anything.  Especially not when you have two domineering cops looking over your shoulder and at your butt.  I recommend this playful read to any spanking enthusiasts.




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