Warren's silence fills more space than my orders ever could. I am the sheriff who keeps this frontier town in line. He is the cowhand who keeps me in line after dark.
We guard the ranch through the night watches. Every argument or shared duty ends the same. He bends me over the worktable, the bed frame, or the saddle. His deliberate spanks land until I yield, then he claims me while the lantern flickers.
The probate battle is nearly won. Once the land is secure, Warren may have no reason to stay. I could send him away with a single command. I have never done it.
Steamy Western erotica of corporal punishment and authority reversal. For readers who crave a dominant cowhand claiming the sheriff who submits to him.
