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  Her Old-Fashioned Husband

  By Laylah Roberts

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  Laylah Roberts

  Her Old-Fashioned Husband

  © 2012, Laylah Roberts

  Self publishing

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  This story contains the consensual spanking of an adult woman. This story contains explicit sex scenes, spanking, anal play, paddling and figging. R18

  A note from the author:

  Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me with my stories. This is a fantastic journey and is hopefully just beginning.

  I hope you enjoy Frankie’s story. It didn’t turn out the way I thought it would, but that shouldn’t surprise me, Frankie is a strong character and she knew what she wanted. I originally had a stalker chasing her, but she reckoned she’d have kicked any stalker’s butt.

  I believe her…

  Laylah 

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Twelve years ago...

  Rick shoved his hand beneath her t-shirt, his movements clumsy and rough. He worked his way up to her breast as Frankie did her best to hide her shudders of revulsion.

  She longed to push him away, but made herself stay still for a bit longer. She owed him. Every other time he’d tried to grope her, she’d shoved him away, and she knew he was fast running out of patience. Unfortunately, she had a few good reasons for keeping him happy.

  He had a car. He had a fake ID. He knew where all the parties were.

  And he didn’t know her brothers. Thank God. If he did, he’d probably be too scared of them to ever help her sneak off to parties and get drunk. But damn she wished he’d catch a hint. The stupid jerk either didn’t understand or didn’t care that she was not about to sleep with him.

  Yuck, gross.

  But while she had no intention on having sex with him, she had decided to throw him a bone—which was why she was putting up with his hand currently squeezing her breast to the point of bruising as his hot, sweet breath bathed her face. He leaned in for a kiss and Frankie quickly closed her eyes.

  Rick slipped his tongue inside her mouth, making her shudder in revulsion. Ick, his breath stuck of tobacco and alcohol.

  So revolting.

  At nineteen, Rick might be four years older than her, but he was still gangly and immature. He had pimples for goodness sake. No, she wasn’t interested in him at all. Now, if it was Tom Sanders kissing her, Frankie would be melting at the knees. She bet Tom didn’t slobber like a bulldog when he kissed a girl.

  Tom was a friend of her brother, Brax, and truly the most gorgeous boy Frankie had ever met. He was the same age as Rick, but worlds apart in immaturity and looks. He had thick blond hair, bright, sparkling blue eyes and a smile that made her stomach shiver when it was aimed her way.

  Frankie turned her head and pushed her hands against his chest.

  “No, Rick,” she told him.

  He stared at her through eyes glazed from too much alcohol and pot. What a loser.

  Yeah, well, what does that make me, then?

  This was a bad idea. But she didn’t care. She didn’t. What else did she have to do? Sit in her room and think about her parents? She blinked back tears. No crying. She hadn’t cried since the day she’d learned her mom and dad and died in a car crash three months ago. She wasn’t about to start bawling now. If she did then she didn’t know if she’d ever stop.

  “Come’n, Frankie,” Rick slurred. “Don’t be a bitch.”

  “How am I being a bitch by asking you not to paw me?” she snapped, irritated. She was starting to think that this wasn’t worth the hassle.

  Frankie pulled at his arm, trying to tug it away from where he’d latched onto her breast.

  “You owe me.” He glared down at her, his eyes darkening with anger.

  Crap.

  “How you figure that?” she said belligerently. He crowded closer. Frankie stepped back until her back hit a wall. Uh-oh.

  Alarm bells rang in her head. For a skinny guy, he was looking awfully large all of a sudden.

  “Back off, Rick, I don’t owe you a fucking thing.”

  She held back a wince as she swore, half-expecting someone to scold her. Swearing in her house would get her mouth washed out with soap for sure.

  Not that anyone had told her off lately. She’d let a four-letter word slip yesterday in front of Kent, her second oldest brother, and he hadn’t even blinked.

  Frankie supposed without her parents here to enforce the rules; her brothers didn’t care much what she did.

  So why did you sneak out to of the house instead of being a grown-up and telling Heath where you were going?

  Her oldest brother was also the most serious. He wasn’t one to bend or compromise. A rule was a rule.

  And Frankie had broken so many. Her curfew. Leaving the house without telling anyone where she was going. Hanging out with people her family hadn’t met. Drinking. Smoking.

  Yep, if Heath ever caught her, she was dead meat. Her ass would ache for days after he got through with her.

  Or else he’d ignore her, like all her brothers seemed to be doing lately. She wasn’t really sure what was worse. Being forgotten or being spanked.

  Rick tightened his hand around her breast. Frankie fought against showing any reaction even though she was certain she’d have bruises tomorrow.

  Why wasn’t anyone coming to help her?

  Because they’re all drunk or high, you idiot, she answered her own question.

  “You owe me this. You’ve been leading me on. Who’s been picking you up, driving you around? Who bought you that beer? Hmm? What you think you have between your legs, fucking gold?”

  “Fuck you.” She pushed at him, pounding her fists, fear cutting through the alcohol buzz. “Get off me!” she yelled. Surely that would bring one of their group to her rescue.

  “Hey, Rick, you need some help there?” One of the boys yelled. The others snickered.

  Rick’s face went bright red.

  Shit. Not good.

  Frankie struggled in earnest, using her legs, her hands, her teeth, everything she could to get away from the asshole pawing at her.

  Her t-shirt ripped. Her heart pounded heavily, so fast she thought she’d expire. But she couldn’t faint. Then he would win.

  Tiring, she’d started sobbing when suddenly he was gone and before her was a broad back covered in a blue t-shirt. Frankie gasped frantically, her entire body shaking with fear and shock.

  “Get up, asshole, so I can push you back down,” the guy standing between her and Rick snarled.

  Frankie swayed. What the hell was Tom doing here?

  “Tom?” she asked quietly, hating the way her voice shook.

  Tom turned to look at her and the fury on his face took her breath away. His eyes softened slightly as he studied her face. Then he dropped his gaze to her ripped t-shirt and hi
s eyes grew dark, stormy. Furious.

  He turned around again, his body stiff with tension. Frankie peered around his back to see Rick pick himself up off the ground.

  “What the hell you doing? She’s my girlfriend, we were just having fun,” Rick whined. God, he was a dick.

  “That true, Frankie?” Tom asked without looking back at her. “Were you having fun?”

  “No,” she spat out in disgust. She tried to move around Tom to face Rick, but Tom swung his arm back, holding her behind him.

  “Stay put,” he ordered. Frankie stilled in surprise. He’d never spoken to her like that before. Tears welled in her eyes. She blinked them back. She was tougher than this.

  Tom pointed at Rick. “Touch her again, hell, even look at her again and I will make sure you sing soprano for the rest of your life. Got me?”

  “Ooh, I’m so scared,” Rick said with false bravado. “What you gonna do? We got you surrounded.”

  Tom swung his arm back and punched Rick in the nose. Frankie winced as Rick squealed loudly in pain.

  “That’s what I’m gonna do,” he told Rick calmly.

  Frankie ducked around to one side, ignoring Tom’s growl of warning.

  Rick stared at his friends as he lay on the ground, his nose dripping blood. Wow, Tom had obviously broken it. She didn’t think he was the fighting type; he’d always seemed so good-natured.

  “Why are you guys just standing around?” Rick whined

  “If he wants to take the bitch, let him, Rick,” a dark-haired guy said. “She’s not worth fighting over.”

  Rick’s face went purple. “What the fuck you saying, Alec, you saying you’re not going to back me up against this asshole? He’s one guy, we can easily take him.”

  “Yeah, but I’ve seen him playing ball,” Alec replied. “He’s tough, man. Just leave it alone.”

  A couple of the others nodded.

  The few girls in the group stared at Tom with a combination of admiration and lust. Frankie glared at them.

  “Do not ever touch her again,” Tom growled.

  Frankie couldn’t help the surge of satisfaction she got from his protectiveness. When her brothers got this way, it was annoying. With Tom, well, she got all quivery.

  “Frankie, let’s go.”

  Tom turned and held out his hand. Frankie took it, using her other hand to hold her t-shirt together. She rushed to keep up with Tom who set a brisk pace through the house.

  “Wait, slow down.” Digging her heels in, Frankie tried desperately to get him to stop.

  She’d known Tom for years—he’d spent half his childhood at their house. Now that he’d left high school and was attending college she saw less of him, which was a damn shame.

  Because she had one hell of a crush on him.

  Right now, though, she was confused as hell about what he was doing here. And why he was in such a rush.

  “Tom, let me go,” she’d demanded, tugging at the arm he held, as he continued to half-drag her through the house. She wasn’t even sure whose house it was.

  “Can’t you slow down?” she complained as they stepped outside. The long driveway was strewn with cars.

  “No,” Tom snapped. “Now move before they decide they want a fight and come after us.”

  When she made no move to speed up, Tom turned and crouching, slung her over his shoulder.

  “Tom!” she screamed.

  He walked steadily down the drive, ignoring her.

  “Put me down.” Kicking, squirming, she tried desperately to free herself. This was not the way she’d wanted to gain his attention. But instead of putting her down, he simply placed his arm over her thighs to keep her legs still.

  “Settle down now, Frankie,” he ordered in a low voice. “I know you’ve had a fright but that’s no excuse for acting like a brat.”

  She pounded her hands down on his back. How dare he! A brat?

  A heavy whack landed on her ass. She gasped.

  “Tom, what the fuck?”

  He growled. “You are just asking for a spanking, little one. You calm down now, before I do it for you.”

  “How?” she screeched. “By spanking me?”

  “Yes,” he said calmly.

  Bloody hell, she’d fallen for a guy just like her brothers. Oh no way. Her brothers were spankers—at least all of them had roasted her ass for one thing or another in her life. Didn’t help that she was the youngest, and the brattiest according to her brother, Cam.

  But no way was she accepting a spanking from anyone else.

  “Put me down,” she demanded coolly.

  “No, I need to get you home and this is the quickest way to do it.”

  “I am not going home with you, you jerk.”

  Smack! Not that she felt much through her jeans, but damn it was humiliating. The guy she’d idolized for years, daydreamed about marrying, even practiced her signature using his last name, was treating her like a two year old throwing a tantrum!

  How mortifying.

  “Language. And you certainly are coming home with me. Unless you’d rather stay here and get raped by that asshole.”

  “How come you get to swear?” she asked petulantly as he stopped and pulled her right side up. She swayed, the sudden movement combined with the alcohol she’d drunk making her less than steady. “And you’re exaggerating. Rick wouldn’t have raped me.”

  “Sure looked like it was headed that way to me,” Tom said darkly. “And you weren’t exactly getting anywhere trying to fight him off. A little bit like you had no chance.”

  He held her steady, his hand sure and steady on her hip.

  Frankie couldn’t help but compare him to Rick. Where Rick was a mess, sloppy and childish, Tom seemed old beyond his own twenty years.

  “I’m not little,” she muttered. At nearly five foot eight, she’d always been taller than the other girls in her class.

  He tapped her nose. “You are to me.”

  She leaned in closer, drawn to the scent of him, his warmth, his strength.

  “Tom?” she murmured.

  “Yes?” he asked.

  “Kiss me?”

  His gaze widened and for a moment she thought he was going to do it. Then he shook his head and stood back, opening the door to his truck.

  “Get in,” he demanded.

  Crushed, horribly embarrassed, she turned away. “Fuck you.”

  She managed to take a step before he grabbed her arm, hauling her back. His rested his foot on the skirting board of his truck, then hauled her over his raised knee, tipping her forward. Frankie screeched as his hand landed on her jean-clad buttocks, over and over.

  “No, Tom, stop! You have no right.” She kicked her feet, humiliated beyond belief. How dare he?

  “Stop fighting me,” he scolded. “You are coming home with me and you are going to behave, got it?”

  “Stop!” she cried out. “I’ll do it. I’ll come home with you. Just stop.”

  As quickly as he’d pulled her over his knee, he placed her on her feet once more.

  Frankie held back a sob.

  Tom clasped her cheeks in his hands. “Frankie, I am not kissing you while you’re drunk, minutes after you were attacked for goodness sake.”

  Hope unfurled. Did that mean he wanted to kiss her?

  “I’m not drunk,” she denied.

  Shaking his head, Tom clasped her around the waist and lifted her into the passenger seat of his truck. Leaning across, he did up her belt.

  “I’m not a kid,” she complained, but he ignored her, shutting the door before making his way around to the driver’s side. Frankie folded her arms across her chest, staring mulishly out the window. Her stomach rolled slightly as they took off and she took a deep breath.

  Tom glanced at her sharply. “Tell me if you’re going to be sick.”

  She remained silent.

  “Not speaking to me now?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of humor.

  Frankie bit the inside of her mouth.

/>   “What were you doing there, Frankie? How did you even get there? I take it you snuck out of the house. Did you actually catch a ride with one of those guys?”

  His voice was incredulous, begging her to tell him she wasn’t that stupid.

  Frankie stared out the side window, not looking at him. Her emotions were all over the place. The shock of Rick attacking her, her mortification over Tom spanking her like a child, it was all a bit much. She sat on her hands to hide their shaking.

  “Frankie, talk to me. This rebellious teenager stuff isn’t you. What on earth where you thinking? How do you think your brothers would feel should anything happen to you? Do you even know any of those people? What if I hadn’t turned up? What then? I know you have a brain, use it.”

  Suppressing her guilt, Frankie turned to him with what she hoped was a look of disdain.

  “Well, if you think those guys are losers then what were you doing there? Shouldn’t you be at college?”

  He looked slightly uncomfortable. “You know damn well that it’s the holidays and I went with a friend.”

  “And you left them there?” she asked, shocked. Tom was nothing if not responsible.

  “She was busy.”

  Oh man, she mouthed.

  He finally grew silent. As they neared the driveway to her house, Frankie put her hand on the latch of her seatbelt, prepared to jump out and walk up the long drive so she could sneak back up the tree to get into her room.

  Instead of stopping, though, Tom turned up the drive.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped.

  He didn’t answer.

  “Umm, Tom, there’s no need to come up to the house. I’ll walk,” she said nervously.

  “Honey, if you think I’m not escorting you inside and making sure you’re in the care of one of your brothers, you’re sadly mistaken.”

  She gaped at him in horror. “Heath will kill me.”

  Tom stared at her calmly. “He won’t kill you, but he will ensure this doesn’t happen again. Probably by spanking your ass scarlet.”

  “You cannot talk to me like that!” she squeaked.

  He turned to her with a smile and her heart raced. He was so cute. Even when he was being an asshole.