WIP it up Wednesday!!!-Maggie is getting spanked!

This is an excerpt from my current WIP book three of the Ramelian Bride series Maggie is the Commander’s youngest daughter and she’s always loved Jackson. Jackson however may need a little convincing to realize he’s a Ramelian Bride’s Mate. Hope you like it!

The Ramelian Bride’s Human Mate

Maggie realized Jackson was her mate when she was sixteen. He had always been important to her and she’d always wanted desperately to please him but the year she turned sixteen it morphed into something more.
He’d been home on leave from Ramel with her older brothers and something inside her clicked into place and she knew. She belonged to Jackson.
Of course Maggie knew better than to tell him or anyone else about the revelation. She was only sixteen, still a child as far as Jackson and her family were concerned but Maggie knew one day soon she’d stake her claim.
Since then she’d bided her time, waiting until she was an official adult and today was the day. She’d actually been an adult for over a year but unfortunately Jackson hadn’t been back on Earth since well before her eighteenth birthday. So again Maggie had waited.
When her father mentioned Jackson would be home at the end of the week for an extended leave Maggie knew her time had finally come. Jackson would be hers.
***
Jackson tinkered with his old bike; it was good to be home. He really enjoyed being assigned to the Ramelian detail attached to Ramel but as one of his favorite movies stated, there was no place like home.
Later tonight he would be having dinner at the Commander’s house with his loud and boisterous family. He couldn’t wait to see little Maggie and find out what the brat had been up to during his absence. Unless of course she’d already been mated to some Ramelian Warrior.
He tried to ignore the knot that idea formed in his stomach, Jackson wasn’t sure why the thought of her being mated bothered him. Maggie was like a little sister to him, maybe it was just because she was so young and he wanted her to be able to experience some of what life had to offer before settling down.
Shrugging his thoughts aside Jackson focused his attention back on his bike and getting it ready to ride while he was home on leave.
“Jackson?” the hesitant query brought him up from his bike as he turned to face the woman stepping into his garage.
“Maggie?” disbelief etched his tone as he stood and stared at the vision in front of him. Her curvy body was squeezed into a short tight skirt and the halter style top she was wearing barely managed to contain her full breasts. His breath caught in his throat as he took in everything about her from her lushly curved body and her long curly hair swirling around her like a cloak.
Jackson realized in that moment that he did not see Maggie as a sister; a fact that hit him straight in the gut because he knew she could never be his. The other emotion rapidly filling him was outrage that she would leave her home dressed like some over-sexed vamp.
She grinned up at him a twinkle in her bright green eyes, “I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve waited so long to be able to…”
“What were you thinking leaving the house dressed like that?” Jackson’s angry tone made her blink.
“I thought you’d like it. I wanted to look sexy for you Jackson,” she told him earnestly.
“You wanted to look…,” Jackson shook his head in consternation at the little gem. “Young lady you are in so much trouble.”
“But Jackson…”
He held up his hand to stop whatever nonsense she was about to spout and grabbed her firmly by one arm to frog march her into the house and straight to the sink. Jackson turned the water on and wet one big hand before bending her over towards the sink and began using the cold water to scrub at the make-up she’d plastered all over her face.
“I can’t believe you left the house like this,” he scolded her as he added some soap to the mix, holding her bucking body still as he thoroughly removed all traces of make-up from her skin. Then grabbed a hand towel to gently pat her face dry, “Margaret you’re a child and you have no business dressing like a tart now or ever.”
***
Maggie was outraged; her perfect moment had gone horribly awry. Not only was she being rejected by her mate, he was treating her like a naughty child!
“I’m nineteen years old. I’m hardly a child and I’ll dress however I want to Jackson Marks!” Maggie yelled, jerking her arm from his grasp.
“You will do as you’re told young lady,” he said sternly catching hold of her arm once more.
She growled at him in frustration and stomped one high heeled foot, “You are not the boss of me Jackson!” Maggie knew immediately the words made her sound like the child he’d just accused her of being but it was hard to focus when someone was ripping your heart out.
“You listen to me little girl and you listen good; you are going to go home and take off that ridiculously short skirt and low cut top and burn them. You will never leave the house dressed like this again. Do you understand me?” he asked her as he gave her one quick shake as if to emphasize his point.
Maggie lost it as her eyes began to fill and she did the unthinkable, she kicked Jackson in the shin as hard as she could before jerking free of him again. “I will wear whatever I want whenever I want and there isn’t anything you can do about it. In fact if I want to walk down main street stark naked and invite any good ole boy with a woody to climb aboard I will!”
She knew she’d gone too far when Jackson’s face turned red and his eyes seemed to bug out at the crudity of her words. Maggie decided prudence was the better part of valor and ran.
He caught her before she’d taken three steps tossing her over one broad shoulder with an enraged roar and carrying her into the den. Jackson sat down on the sofa and tossed her face down over his thighs in almost one fluid movement.
Maggie’s short skirt barely covering her backside as it was so it took very little effort for Jackson to lift it out of his way; she cringed when she heard his choked groan and knew he was reacting to the g-string barely covering anything. When she’d left the house the barely there underwear had seemed like the perfect invitation now she was mortified to have him see them.
“Well I guess at least there isn’t anything in way of teaching you a well deserved lesson is there little girl?” he asked before bringing the palm of his hand down hard on her upturned backside.
“Owww!” Maggie yelled in response and immediately began trying to claw her way over the arm of the sofa and off his lap.
Jackson held her in place easily scissoring one leg across her flailing limbs and pinning her firmly in place as his hand began to fall in earnest. He spanked her hard and fast barely giving any respite from one blow before the next fell.
Maggie quickly stopped worrying about his view as the ever growing flame of stinging pain filled her nether regions. “Please Jackson stop!”
“You asked for this young lady and I aim to see you get every bit of it!” he said sternly.

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4 thoughts on “WIP it up Wednesday!!!-Maggie is getting spanked!

  1. Wow, what an excellent intro. I ♥ Jackson already. He’s a no nonsense kind of guy and I really like the way he reacted to seeing Maggie dresses so provocatively.
    Can’t wait to find out how she reacts after he’s done spanking her.

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