I came to Wyoming with a betrayal behind me and nothing in my hands worth giving anyone.
Obedience is the last thing I own, so I offered it to the woman who owns the ranch.
Katherine Nolan runs this place on commands. She does not repeat them. She has never had to.
The second week she told me to kneel in the hayloft. I was down before I decided to be.
Then she used the riding crop on me. No warning. No question.
I did not sleep. I did not want to.
That is the shame of it. Not the crop. That I heard her boots on the ladder tonight and my knees went loose.
She says my name across the yard and everything in me goes quiet.
Forged claims are moving on her land and her fear lives underneath that voice.
Tonight she wants me up in the loft again. Kneel. Strip. Hold still. Take the crop until she finds where I stop.
The men bunk forty feet away, this ranch is the last place that will have me, and I climb the ladder anyway.
One of them sees this and we are both finished.
What is left of me on my knees? What is left of me if I stand up?
A full-length femdom western obedience and kneeling discipline erotic novel featuring a ranch owner and the hired hand who kneels for her.
