Leigh Smith came up with the best idea the other day. She and I are both still very new at this
writing business. I think we both feel much more confident in our ability to
tell a story than we feel in out ability to get the word out to those who might
like to read it. Promoting can be tricky – you want to keep the word out that
your books are out there, while not driving your friends away because you talk
about them too much. So Leigh suggested
we exchange a chapter from out latest books – we have many of the same friends
and readers, but not all so hopefully we’ll both be exposed to those who might
be new to our books.
Today, for Fantasy Friday, she is sharing a chapter from her
newest book, Destiny Takes a Hand and
on Monday she’ll post a chapter from Cassie’s
River Living over at Aimless Rambling.
Hopefully everyone wins, you’ll get two great stories and you might even
find a book you might like. Sit back and enjoy…
From: Destiny Takes a
Hand
Chapter Three
Winter came early at this
elevation, though it hadn’t been too bad so far.
This was Sam’s first year of coping with the
high country winter without her brother Seth around.
He begged her to reconsider her decision to
stay alone during the winter, but she remained adamant she could handle
whatever came her way.
Seth was a little
over protective and still thought of her as the twelve-year-old girl.
She was having none of it, after all, she
argued she had been born and raised here, as had her ancestors before her.
Seth worked as a computer
programmer for the government, needed constant internet access, and after
commuting the last several years decided to take a place down the
mountain. He could work from anywhere
but the Internet was spotty, at best, during good weather but the winter posed
a new set of challenges. Before
departing for the flatlands, Seth helped her all summer and early fall
gathering the things she would need to get her through the times she would be
unable to get to town. He hoped it would
be enough.
There was a foot of snow on the
ground and more on the way. It had
started snowing a couple of hours ago and was beginning to accumulate. She was bringing in an armload of firewood
when she spotted someone walking up the path toward the house. Rarely did they have unexpected visitors this
time of the year. Dropping the load of
firewood and holding onto one of the larger logs, she whistled for her dog
Sparky, who came running to her side.
She felt safer with him there as the person approached. The stranger was very tall and leaning
heavily on a crutch-like walking stick and accompanied by a large white
dog. Sparky began to snarl as they came
closer but stayed right next to her.
“Hello,” she yelled and maintained
her stance. She was about thirty yards
from the house and felt she could outrun him and lock herself inside if things
worsened.
“Hello, I am so glad to see
another person. About two miles back an
elk ran across in front of me, and I swerved to avoid hitting it. He survived, but the truck didn’t. It’s in a ditch, and I can’t get it out. Whitey and I sat there about two hours, and
not a soul came by. The cell phone
service up here is spotty, and I didn’t have much juice. I was afraid we would
freeze to death if we stayed with the truck any longer.”
“I’m not surprised there’s no one
on the road. Most people have more sense
than to head out with a storm coming.
I’m not sure what you expect me to do.
My truck has a wench, but it doesn’t seem smart to head out now.”
“I was hoping for someplace
Whitey, and I could hole up in until the storm passed. I didn’t plan on being on the road either; we
thought we would be down the mountain by now.”
“Did you plan on breaking in
somewhere?” Who are you anyway? You are not from around here.”
“No, I didn’t plan on breaking in
somewhere, but if it came to that I would have left a note and some money. I’m not a freeloader or a thief. My name is Christopher Chambers. My family inherited some property from a
great uncle, and I was here to check it out.
I came up two days ago. The
weather was fine then.”
“Up this high, the weather can
change on a dime. Who was your
uncle? What’s wrong with your leg?”
“Which question would you like me
to answer first?”
“Listen, mister. I’m not the one in a pickle. Quit being rude.”
“I wasn’t being rude, merely
asking which questions you would like answered first. My great uncle was Michael Cameron. He owned a lodge up on Sutter’s Ridge, and I
hurt my leg in the accident. I don’t
think anything is broken, but I can’t put a lot of weight on my left foot. Does that answer your questions?”
“Are you talking about Sunrise
Peak?”
“Yes, you know it.”
“Of course, I know it. I live here.
That used to be something back in the day, or so I’ve heard. It’s been closed for years.”
“You really are pretty snippy, Ms.
Fremont.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Contrary to what you might think,
I am not a moron either. I researched
the history of the area. Your family
settled in the area about the same time as my great uncle. Fremont is the name recorded on the deed, so
I assumed you would be a Fremont since you said you lived here. I am not wrong, am I?”
“No, you are not wrong, and I am
not snippy. I’m Sam Fremont. Sparky doesn’t seem to want to do you bodily
harm, so I guess it’s safe to invite you in and see about that leg.”
She held the door open while
Sparky, Whitey, and Christopher entered and then went back out to bring in the
dropped firewood. She deposited it in
the wood box on the porch and went into the house. Christopher had removed his coat and hat and
was sitting on one of the straight-backed dining room chairs. He had his leg extended and began to remove
his boot but was having a hard time, and Sam offered to help and to give it a
final yank.
“You do know that if you get that
boot off, you’ll never get it back on again.”
“Yes I do know that, but it hurts
like a bitch, and I want to see if it is broken or just sprained.”
Sure enough, the minute the boot
was off; his ankle started swelling to triple the size of a normal ankle. She helped him over to the couch and propped
his foot up on the ottoman while she got some ice.
“I should just go outside and get
a bucket of snow for the swelling.”
“I don’t think so. It’s one thing to ice it down another to
freeze it off.”
“Are you a wuss Mr. Christopher
Chambers?”
“Are you a tease Ms. Sam Fremont?”
She blushed at his remark. Her wariness gone, she began opening up a
little, both her personality and her eyes.
Christopher was tall, much taller than Seth, who was 6’, and although he
wore a heavy flannel shirt, his muscular chest, shoulders and arms filled out
every inch of it. His hands were large
with long tapered fingers with nicely manicured clean nails. His chestnut brown hair hit just above his
collar, and his hazel eyes twinkled when he smiled. He had the complexion of a man who spent time
outdoors and not always cooped up inside.
He had a few laugh wrinkles, and Sam figured he was about 32 or
thereabouts. He had a deep baritone
voice and a definite dominant demeanor - not that she minded that. She loved nothing better than sparring with
someone knowing she would get as good as she gave. Snowed in with this guy won’t be the worst
thing in the world, I actually hope it happens; she thought to herself.
After icing and wrapping his
ankle, Sam gave him instructions to keep his foot elevated on the ottoman.
“What am I supposed to do, just
sit here and do nothing?”
“Yeah, because with that ankle,
you are useless. Haven’t you ever heard
of R.I.C.E. for a sprain?”
“Oh, you know it’s a sprain. Perhaps I should call you Dr. Sam.”
“Now who’s being snippy?”
“You are one sassy girl,” He laughed, and it sounded like a lion’s roar
and sent shivers down her spine. Sam
handed him two aspirins, a glass of water, and an afghan.
“I have some things to do outside
before the storm worsens. Is it okay to
leave you for a bit?”
“Yes, I’ve been potty trained for
some time.”
“Another smart-ass remark.”
“Hey, hey, watch your
language. A lady doesn’t use such
words.”
“This lady does. My brother said my colorful language is one
of my character flaws.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Listen Mr. Hoity Toity, it is my
house, and I will speak as I please.”
“If you were my sister, I would
take you over my knee for using such language.”
“Then, it’s a good thing for both
of us that I’m not.
After she went outside, Chris put his
head back and thought about the conversation he just had with Samantha.
He loved sass, and Samantha was full of sass and spirit. Even when he
mentioned spanking her, she didn’t get all embarrassed, just sassed him right
back. He loved spanking a naughty girl’s bottom. He had been a spanking
enthusiast since he attended Suzy Perkins thirteenth birthday party. She
was sweet on him and asked if he was going to give her a birthday
spanking. He was too shy, and she asked Johnny Welch the same
question. Johnny didn’t hesitate, hauled her over his knee and
landed thirteen good smacks, plus one for good measure. Afterward, Suzy
came up to him and told him “that’s how it’s done, now it’s your turn.”
Pretty bold for a thirteen-year old, it’s probably why he loved sass so much
too. This time, he took his turn, and it was the last time he was too shy to
deliver a fanny slap or a good spanking to any female he thought could benefit
from the activity.
He watched from the window as she traversed
the steps to the barn. Her derriere
filled out her jeans, and her legs went all the way up to her neck. It would be fun to smack that bottom. He wouldn’t mind pulling her close to have
the feel of her against him. He thought
about cupping that bottom and running his fingers through that long shiny brown
hair. You are getting carried away Bud, knock it off before you are thrown
out on your ear. Whitey barked, and
Chris laughed.
“You reading minds now boy. Don’t worry, I’ll behave.”
He woke to the sound of howling
winds and smells of something wonderful cooking. He looked out the window and saw the snow was
still falling fast and furious. He attempted to get up from the couch and
promptly fell back down.
“Here, let me help you.”
“I can do it.”
“Yes, I can see how well you are
doing on your own. If you get tired of
falling down and want some help, let me know.”
“You should be glad I’m hobbled,
or I would be whacking your behind. You
appear to need some serious attention,” he answered with a big grin on his
face.
“Mister, the only reason I am putting up with
your nonsense is because I figure the pain has gone to your brain. Otherwise, I would be throwing you out in the
snow.”
“Would you do that to Whitey?”
“Who said anything about
Whitey? He can stay.”
“Oh, now I see. You are definitely in need of a serious
spanking to tame that bratty mouth of yours.”
“I think not.”
“Oh, girl, you are so asking for a
trip over my knee.”
She laughed aloud at this last
statement. I think I really like this man.
I’m getting sneaky little tingles up and down my spine; she thought
to herself. Put a lid on it, girl.
She set the table and told him
dinner was ready. She watched him
struggle to get off the couch and when he finally made it, she could see the
perspiration bead on his forehead. She
had a brilliant idea to get the desk chair that was on casters and rolled it
over to him.
“Maybe this will help.” She pushed him back down into the chair and
rolled him to the table.
“Thank you,” and flashed a smile
that set her heart aflutter. “I like a
girl who uses all of her God-given talents.”
After dinner, they continued to sit
at the table, and she challenged him to a game of scrabble, not just any
scrabble, but dirty scrabble.
Sam continued to taunt Chris. “Will your Puritan sensibilities allow you to
play?”
“Oh, I’ll play, alright and I’ll
win. I think we should make a bet.”
“What kind of bet are you talking
about? That glint in your eye makes me a
little nervous.”
“If you lose, I get to give you the
spanking I threatened earlier.”
“And if I win?”
“Well, that’s not going to happen,
but if it does, I’ll buy you dinner in the best restaurant in town.”
“Wow, really.”
“As I said that’s not going to
happen but yes, really. Do you have any
other ideas?”
“I just might.”
“Now I don’t like that glint in
your eye.”
Before the game was over, they lost
power. Sam lit the emergency lanterns
and put more wood on the fire. Since the
storm was still fierce, and they would be soon going to bed, she decided to
save the generator in case it was days before the power came back on.
“I’m going to bring in more
wood. I’ll take the dogs with me.”
“What about the game?”
“We can finish in the morning,” and
called the dogs to the door.
The smell of the outdoors followed
her back in. Snow was clinging to her
hat and jacket. Sparky knocked her down
while she was trying to remove her boots; she lost her balance and tumbled to
the floor. Chris hobbled over to help
her up and held her as he brushed the snow from her hair and face. He drew her to him and lightly brushed his
mouth across hers. She leaned into him,
and he took it as an invitation to go back in for another taste. He accepted the silent invitation and drawing
her closer he reached down and kissed her again. She felt warm and snug in his embrace and
lingered a while longer before breaking away.
The kiss surprised her and it took
her breath away, “Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know it felt right.” Looking into Sam’s eyes, he knew she felt the
same way.
She was much too bothered by that
kiss and didn’t want him to know, so she moved toward the kitchen.
“I’m going to turn in. It’s been a long day.” She walked over and banked the fire. “You can sleep in Seth’s room if you want,
but it will be warmer out here by the fire.
What’s your choice?”
“Here, sounds good.”
She went off and came back with
sheets, pillows and a down comforter.
“Can you manage by yourself?”
“Yes, thank you. Sleep well and I am sorry for my
impulsiveness.”
“I’m not,” turned and walked off
down the hall.
They both lay awake in separate
rooms thinking the same thoughts. He was
thinking what it was about Sam that captivated him. He had never been one to act impulsively, but
that kiss had come out of nowhere. Sam
was thinking about how affected she was by that kiss and how she didn’t want to
leave the comfort she felt in his arms.
She was going to have to watch herself.
It was still snowing when Sam awoke
the next morning. This was the worst
storm she could remember for so early in the season. There were things that needed doing today,
and she had to get at them. Chris appeared
to be asleep, so she stoked up the fire, donned her outerwear, and slipped
outside. In the garage, she started up
the truck and the snow blower. She
wanted to get a head start on her driveway in case Seth decided to brave the
elements to check up on her once they cleared the roads. A little while later, she heard Sparky bark
and looked up to see Chris walking out the door. He was still limping, but he donned his boot
and was getting around better. He
started pitching snowballs to the dogs, and Sam laughed as she watched them
romp around trying to catch them in their mouths.
Chris heard her laugh at the dog’s
antics. He loved the sound of her deep hearty laugh and felt a pang in his
lower regions. He was so intent on
watching the dogs, he failed to notice Sam sneaking up on him. Before he knew it, she hauled off and threw a
large snowball, hitting him in the back.
“You’re going to be so sorry you
did that, little girl,” he tried sounding stern but failed.
He tackled her to the ground, and
soon they were rolling around in the snow.
She got up and ran away; he tried chasing her but on a bum ankle he
didn’t get too far. Allowing him to
catch her, she took a handful of snow and forced it down his pants.
“Now, you’ve done it.” Bringing her in closer, he gave her a long
gentle kiss. While she was still
enjoying the kiss, he swatted her backside a couple of times.
“Is that the best you can do,
Mister?”
He loved the look of defiance in
her eyes. “Oh, no, Missy. I can and will
do much better than that. When we get in
the house, I am going to make your butt cheeks as rosy as your face
cheeks.” She saw his big grin and
yelling to him as she headed to the house, “Gotta catch me first, Mr.
Chambers,”
Sam ran to the door and managed to flick the
lock before Chris even got to the porch. She almost peed her pants
laughing as he bounced off the locked door.
“You
laugh all you want now girl because when I get hold of you; I am going to toast
your buns,” Chris yelled through the door.
“Who
says things like that?” she yelled out at him, trying hard to control her
laughter.
“Just
keep it up.”
Sam
continued to laugh as she removed her parka and boots. She threw another
log on the fire; and put the kettle on the stove, when she felt a cold whoosh
of air. She had forgotten the back door was unlocked. Suddenly, she
felt two ice-cold hands snaking her around her waist. He didn’t trust
hoisting her over his shoulder, so he pulled out a kitchen chair, rested his
good leg up on the rung and drew her over his bent knee. She was yelling
at him to stop.
“Not so
funny now is it Miss Fremont?” he said as he started to rain hard spanks down
on her behind.
“You
call this a spanking? Anyone could do better than this.”
“Wow,
you really don’t know when to quit, do you?”
He
spied a crock full of kitchen implements and reached for a wooden spoon. He began laying into her backside. He was now listening to her squealing as she
tried getting away from him. Soon the
squealing turned to begging, and the begging turned into pleading.
“Please
stop, I take back everything I said,” she managed to get out.
“Are
you sure because I can continue spanking you.”
“No, no
please, I take everything back.”
“I
don’t believe you but okay,” he told her and put down the spoon, ending with a
couple more hand spanks. He let her up,
and she was no sooner free when she turned around and gave him the five-finger
salute and ran into the bedroom from which there was no escape.
“Girl,
I am going to camp outside this door.
Eventually, you’re going to have to come out and when you do you are
going back over my knee.”
He
could hear her laughing behind the closed door.
This girl is a pistol. She would definitely make life interesting he
thought to himself as he waited for her to come out of the bedroom.
“Are
you still waiting for me to come out?”
There
was no response so Sam figured he got tired of waiting. Slowly, she turned the knob and opened the
door a crack to peek. She didn’t see
him, so she opened the door and came out.
The minute she was fully out of the bathroom, he grabbed her and was
pulling her to the kitchen chair he had used earlier.
“Not
fair, I called out, and you didn’t answer.”
“Haven’t
you ever heard the expression, ‘all’s fair in love and war’? This is war, and I am going to be the
victor.”
“Maybe
you are going to win this skirmish but there is no way you’re going to win the
war. Just remember one thing, eventually
you are going to have to sleep.”
“Maybe
so, but in the meantime you’re getting your backside spanked.”
This
time he sat down and put her over his knee, pinned her legs with his, and
wailed away with the wooden spoon he had left on the table for just this
purpose. She wouldn’t give him the
satisfaction of knowing it hurt, so she began to bite the inside of her mouth
until she tasted blood. She was about to
yell truce when he stopped and started rubbing the area he had just punished.
“Can I
get up now; the blood is beginning to rush to my head, and based on what I
feel, it’s already rushed to yours too.”
“Oh,
you are a naughty little girl, and I should continue spanking you. I have a better idea though.”
He
picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
“If you don’t want this, let me know now.”
Sam
didn’t respond. He put her gently down
on the bed and began walking out the door when he heard her say something.
“Coward,
you give up way too easily.”
“Why
you little brat. You really do need
spanked and regularly.” He came over and
lay down beside her on the bed.
“If
you’re not prepared, reach over to the nightstand drawer.”
“In
time, brat, all in good time,” he told her as he began removing her clothing.
~o~
Thank you Leigh, I have a feeling you’ve hook a few and they
will definitely want to read the rest of the book. And just to steal a little
credit – where none is do – Leigh tried out her writing skills for the first
time right here on Fantasy Friday a few years ago. I’m proud to have her first story as part of Fantasy
Friday. Please won’t YOU think of
writing one story? I promise you don’t have to go on to publish a book if you
don’t want to, but you never know. Just write down the spanking fantasy that’s
already in your head. Please? Send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com And don’t forget to
go by Aimless Rambling on Monday.
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