Ten full-length lesbian erotic romance novels about strict mistresses who collar and spank their secretaries, brides and pets into perfect obedience. Corporate offices, ranches, academies and Sicilian villas hide the discipline and the precise control that follows. These women find belonging on their knees, and they get there fast.This scorching hot bundle contains the following full length erotic novels:Come on CommandA high-stakes interview turns into a lesson in b...

Willa spanks her mail-order bride for every broken rule. The marriage of convenience saves the ranch but demands the sheriff's iron hand in private. No one can know what happens in the cell after dark.Orla stays for the discipline she craves. Willa settles her palm on bare skin only after Orla requests the strokes. Each session lasts longer than the last. The strokes grow firmer with every request. The soft yielding turns the sheriff's need for control into an addiction. The cresce...

Vera has outrun every lawman and lover who tried to claim her, yet the dust-choked Texas porch holds her still beneath Winnifred's measuring stare. Foreclosure threatens the ranch, but the real threat is the hunger that flares when the white ranch woman offers shelter in return for the kind of obedience that leaves marks.Winnifred's strict hand promises to discipline the wary outlaw into staying, her own buried shame cracking only when Vera yields across the old saddle. The air thi...

Lydia Madigan's temper guards the ranch like a loaded rifle, yet Octavia Endicott's quiet authority at the splintered fence draws her in despite every warning. The neighboring woman's braid and scarred collarbone mark her as the one Lydia both resents and craves to claim through the only surrender they allow.Their alliance for the deed requires they ride as unbreakable partners, but need speaks through the crack of bare skin under a steady hand. Lydia longs to discipline Octavia fi...

In the thick heat of the frontier registry office, Lillian's defiance meets its match in Sheriff Iris Abbott, whose badge grants her power over the disputed ranch and whose scarred presence stirs a hunger Lillian refuses to name. Every clipped order from the tall woman chips away at her resolve, turning legal submission into something far more personal and exposing.Iris commands her closer in the cramped storage room, the folder trembling between them as the air thickens with saddl...

Daphne Maxwell reached the frontier ranch with a forged marriage certificate and nothing left to lose. Una Brennan, the outlaw who sent for a bride, meets her with restless hands and a hunger neither woman will name. Their union is a lie the law would destroy on sight, yet the discipline Una delivers each night turns strategy into something neither can walk away from.The crescent mark on Daphne's thigh and the scar along Una's collarbone become the only honesty between them. Fear o...

I have run from every touch that might claim me, the faint scar on my hip a reminder of losses I refuse to name, but Eloise's authoritative voice cuts through the dusk in this hidden clearing and demands I step closer to the log with a tone that allows no refusal.Her wind-tangled hair and broad-shouldered presence fill the space between us as she orders my yielding with that measured control, turning my inward defiance into something that aches to obey despite the risk to our fragi...

I came to this ranch with nothing but a habit of twisting my hair when the fear of being cast out grew too sharp. Philippa's slow stride across the corrals made every command land like a brand, and the thought of her palm correcting me turned survival into something I could not name without shame.She locks the study door and orders me over the desk. My skirts lift inch by inch under her callused hand while lantern light catches the small of my back, and the first measured strike wa...

I kept my fingers on Diana's wrist long after the stranger rode off, the corral fence biting into my hip while the sun clawed its way over the Wyoming hills. Her skin felt too warm, too willing under my callused grip, and the urge to spin her around and bare that full curve of her for my hand tightened every muscle I had spent years training to stay still.She had come here to help save the ranch, not to learn the sound of my palm meeting her pale flesh in the quiet before dawn. Yet...

I turned the key and heard it catch, locking the dusk light out of the sheriff's back room where those petition pages had slipped to the floor around Charlotte's boots. She looked at me with defiance sharp in her eyes, yet I saw the way her body already softened under my gaze, that brand on her shoulder a reminder she could vanish as easily as she had come.My own past clawed up through the old wound in my leg as I limped closer, the badge on my leather vest catching what little lig...

Dust rose around their boots at the ranch gate as Eloise measured the woman sent to become her bride. Kenna's soft curves and watchful eyes promised to save the water rights, but only if their fraudulent marriage convinced every hostile neighbor. Discipline alone could make the claim hold.Eloise's rope-scarred hand covered Kenna's at the table once the ledger was signed. The yielding she felt there pulled against years of strict control, and the first correction would have to come ...

I signed the marriage papers to claim the acreage before the town took it, never expecting Isabella's soft weight to fit against my crossed pistols tattoo like she was born to be corrected.Now the validation form lies unsigned on the land office counter, her crescent birthmark brushing my forearm while Weston Merritt watches from the doorway and the clerk's boots echo away down the hall. Every time my palm meets her bare skin in that line shack she yields deeper, demanding I stay a...