Mistaken

by Laurel Joseph

“Of all the irresponsible, hair-brained stunts!” Wesley roared, his temper raging within him as he swept off his hat and slapped it against his thighs, revealing a thick crop of wavy, red hair. “What the hell do you think you are doing here?”

Jolie looked around the crowded saloon, wondering who the tall cowboy was speaking to. He seemed to be addressing her, but she’d never set eyes on the man before.

“I never thought I’d see the day when I’d see my wife in a damned saloon!” he ranted, grabbing Jolie’s slender wrist and jerking her to her feet. “Playing poker and sipping beer! By God, you need a hiding, and you’re sure as sin gong to get it!”

“Let me go!” Jolie tried to jerk free but the man was simply too strong. She’d heard that demented souls possessed extra strength, and surely this man was crazy! “I am not your wife!” she hissed, and then kicked him as hard as possible. “Let me go, damn it!”

In a matter of seconds, the green eyes regarding her so steadily changed from temper-filled to enraged and foreboding.

“Swearing! Kicking! My God, I don’t believe this!”

Jolie found herself jerked closer, and before she could fathom his intentions, she found herself dangling over his left arm while his right hand slapped heartily on the seat of her well-worn britches.

“Ow! Stop! Stop!” she yelled. “Someone, help me, please! Oh, ow!”

“How dare you, Jacy? How dare you pull a stunt like this?” the madman continued to spank her over and over, and Jolie was positive her britches were smoking from the fire inside them!

“I am not Jacy!” she screamed. “Please, someone help me! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

“I’ll teach you to trail after me like this, Jacy Parker!” the cowboy promised, delivering the worst spanking she’d ever had in all her life.

“I don’t know any Jacy Parker!” Jolie yelled. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” her legs kicked wildly.

“Good Lord, Wes! Put that girl down!” another male voice spoke up.

“Jacy is my wife, Drew. Don’t be tellin’ me what to do!”

“Wes! This girl isn’t Jacy,” Drew grabbed his brother’s hand to stop the punishment. “Look at her left hand. No wedding band, and you know as well as I do, Jacy wouldn’t ever take off your ring. And if she did, there’d be a streak of white around her finger. This girl isn’t Jacy…”

“No, I’m not this Jacy person!” Jolie declared tearfully, barely able to resist the urge to rub her stinging posterior while standing in front of all these men.

The man called Wes stared at her intently for a few unnerving seconds, then picked up her left hand to look at her ring finger. Shock filled his eyes, then his cheeks turned a flaming red to surpass his red hair! “You really aren’t my Jacy!” he whispered in awe.

“You owe this girl an apology, little brother,” Drew stated matter-of-factly, staring at Jolie.

“Yes, I do,” Wes mumbled to himself, and then asked, “Who are you, Miss? And what the heck are you doing in a saloon, wearing men’s britches and drinking beer?” His tone of voice suggested the whole incident was Jolie’s fault.

“I can’t see where it’s any of your business…!” she pointed out, and then made short work of picking up her winnings from the table and shoving the money in her pockets.

“Girl, what’s your name?” the one called Drew asked in a tone of voice that suggested he was used to being obeyed.

She looked him up and down with her blue eyes, then turned on her booted heel and headed for the swinging doors. She had no intention of telling these two anything!

Drew moved to stand in front of the door, then spoke in a conciliatory manner, “I know you’re a bit peeved with Wes at the moment, girl, and you have a right to be… but you’ve got to be related to our Jacy. You look just like her!”

“For your information, I don’t have any family, anywhere! Now let me pass.”

“It’s got to be her, Drew,” Wes said in delight.

Drew nodded solemnly, and then said, “You’re Jacy’s twin sister, Jolie.”

“You’re just as crazy as he is,” Jolie pointed at Wes. Her poor backside was simply on fire, and she needed to get out of here so she could tend to herself.

“I can sure as sin see why you’d think that,” Wes spoke up, staring hard at her face, “But you’ve got to believe us. You’re the spittin’ image of my wife, Jacy. You’ve just got to be Jolie…?” Jolie’s chin turned up, and Wes grinned at the stubborn gesture… “You even hold your head like Jacy does when she’s bein’ stubborn, and just beggin’ for a trip to the woodshed!”

“I don’t have no family. I told you that. Now get out of my way,” the last was tossed in Drew’s direction.

“Jolie, that IS your name, isn’t it…?” Drew asked with a friendly smile.

“What if it is? Doesn’t mean anything…” she quickly denied.

“It means that you have a sister who is dying to meet you,” Drew responded in a quiet voice. “Would you please sit down with us, and give Wes a chance to tell you about Jacy? Then, if you still believe we’re crazy, we’ll let you go on your way without another word.”

Jolie looked from one big man to the other. At small as she was, and without her gun, she wasn’t going to get past them. She might as well hear them out, then hope that the other men in this saloon would help her escape if need be… or at least go for the Sheriff! She cocked her head, and then asked, “Buy me another beer?”

“You sure as sin shouldn’t be drinking beer!” Wes scolded, his green eyes full of irritation.

“Wes, one beer isn’t going to make a difference. I’m going to have one, too,” Drew grinned at his younger brother. “You two pick a table and sit down.”

Jolie flashed Will a “so there too” look, and stomped across the room to take a seat at a table as far away from prying ears as possible. She turned one leg under her so that her smarting backside wouldn’t make contact with the hard seat, and simply sat there and glared at Wes while waiting for Drew to return with her beer.

“You really are Jacy’s sister,” Wes announced solemnly. “You look just like her, except she has more sense than to look at me with that attitude.”

“You beat her all the time?” Jolie asked sarcastically, and then added, “I feel sorry for the poor woman!”

“I don’t beat her,” Wes intoned as Drew walked over with three mugs of beer and sat them on the table. “But I sure don’t put up with a lot of sass…”

Before Jolie could say anything else, Drew pointed at her beer. “Enjoy that beer, young lady. Might be the last one you get for a very long time.”

Jolie nodded. She was flat broke, and having the devil’s own time finding a job. “Let’s hear what you have to say so that I can be on my way. There’s no work to be had here, and I need to move on…”

“You’re comin’ home with us to meet your sister,” Wes’s green eyes glowered at her.

“Wes, your temper is getting the best of you again,” Drew looked over his mug at his scowling brother. “Why not tell Jolie what you know…?”

Jolie looked at Drew. “You tell me, I don’t trust the likes of him!” Her poor butt was still stinging, and she tried to reach back and rub without either of the cowboys guessing what she was up to.

“You can trust Wes,” Drew told her seriously, then said, “If you’d be more comfortable standing right now…?”

Jolie felt her face turn red. “I’m just fine!” she sputtered indignantly.

“If you say so,” Drew grinned, then warned, “You go tossing that beer at me, little girl, and you’ll get another spanking, and I’m not as weak as my little brother.”

“You go to lay a hand on me and I’ll shoot you dead!” Jolie promised, forgetting that the Sheriff in the last town had confiscated her guns, telling her it was for her own good!

Wes looked at Drew. “She needs a switching or two…”

“I don’t have to listen to this!” Jolie jumped to her feet and headed for the swinging doors. She didn’t get more than a couple steps before she was grabbed from behind, swung around, and plopped on her chair with a thump.

“You are going to sit right there, and hear us out, little girl,” Drew didn’t raise his voice, yet Jolie heard the steel determination in his words. “Wes, tell her about Jacy,” he ordered. When Jolie felt his grip relax, she twisted her arm free, and started to rise again.

“Guess I’ll have to get your attention first,” Drew easily caught her and hauled her back to the table.

Jolie gasped in outrage as he used his booted foot to pull her chair away from the table, and then sat down. In the next instant, she was face-down over his thighs, looking at the cracks in the wooden floor. “No!” she protested in vain just seconds before Drew’s hand landed on the seat of her jeans. “Noooooooooo!” she kicked her legs. But Drew simply ignored her and spanked her poor bottom until she was crying.

“Do you think you can sit here now and listen to Wes?” Drew asked. When the little blonde nodded, he gave her one more resounding whack, and then lifted her to her feet. “You sure as heck do know how to try a man’s patience, little girl.” He pulled the chair to the table, and then motioned for her to sit.

Jolie bit her lip to keep from crying out as her tender backside made contact with the unrelenting wood. The last thing she felt like doing right now was sitting!

“Jacy is my wife,” Wes started. “I met her about three years ago when Drew and I were scouting for a wagon train. She and her Ma, Abigail Clarkson, were traveling west with a group of settlers.”

Drew didn’t miss the way Jolie’s eyes widened at the mention of Jacy’s mother’s name, and he was more positive than ever that she was Jacy’s twin sister. The problem would be getting the stubborn little blonde to admit it.

“Jacy is a pretty little thing, and she finally agreed to marry me,” Wes’s eyes sparkled. “Jacy’s Ma lived with us… But she wasn’t very strong. We had an army doctor look at her, and he said she had a weak heart. She called us to her one night, and said she had to tell Jacy somethin’ she’d kept from her for eighteen years. Seems that Jacy’s Pa wasn’t dead like she’d told Jacy. He’d run off, and took Jacy’s twin sister, Jolie, with him. Abby couldn’t find them, even though she’d searched for years. She wanted Jacy to promise to keep lookin’ for her sister, and Jacy promised she would. Abby died a couple days later…” He looked at Jolie, and then said, “I think you’re Jacy’s twin sister, and you’re comin’ home with Drew and me.”

Jolie bristled at the words. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

“Jolie,” Drew demanded her attention. “Does any of what Wes said ring true with you?”

Jolie wasn’t going to lie. “Pa’s name was Zeke Clarkson. I was told my Ma died having me. Knowing Pa, and how mean he was, it sounds like something he would do. Your Jacy is twenty years old?” she asked Wes.

He nodded. “Her birthday is August 1,” he added.

Jolie shook her head, and then smiled to herself. The fact she had a twin sister somewhere explained why she felt someone was missing from her life… She’d always thought it was her mother… but now she knew the truth. She had a sudden flash of memory, and she asked, “Did Jacy get hurt a couple years ago?”

Wes looked at Drew in shock, but then replied, “She fell off a horse and broke her arm…”

Jolie nodded. “It was her left arm. I felt it,” she explained to them. “Was hunting for our supper at the time, and just spotted a rabbit. Scared it off by screaming in pain. Pa was furious with me.” She got to her feet. “I need some time to think about this. I’ll give you my answer in the morning.”

Drew put out a hand to stop Wes from going after her. “Remember how Jacy felt when she learned about her sister. Didn’t want to talk for a while, kept going for long walks alone…?”

“Yea, I remember. She didn’t snap out of it until I turned her over my knee,” Wes said glumly. “Couldn’t believe that she would walk that far by herself and get lost!”

“You have a rotten temper, Wes,” Drew shook his head.

“You just wait until you fall in love, brother. Your woman goes off by herself and gets lost and you can’t find her for hours, and it’s dark out there… You’d lose your temper and do some fanny burning, too!”

“Can’t believe Jacy puts up with you!” Drew teased.

“I’m going to follow Jolie,” Wes got to his feet. “I’m not goin’ home and tell Jacy I found her sister, but let her get away.”

Drew shook his head, but decided that Wes was probably right. He wouldn’t want to face Jacy if they lost the girl.

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Jacy left the town of Willow Creek behind her. She’d been on her own for a little over a year now, and she liked it that way just fine. Besides, what did she and her twin sister have in common? Nothing but their looks. Jacy sounded like a lady, and she was a drifter that lived mostly off the land, and what odd jobs she could find. She hadn’t had a real home in more years than she could remember. Pa liked to keep moving.

She’d hated spending the last of her money to buy another gun, but what choice did she have? A girl had to eat… She spotted a rabbit, and smiled grimly when her aim was true. At least she wouldn’t go hungry tonight.

She was getting the fire started when she heard riders approaching at a fast gallop. Experience had taught her to be wary and very careful of strangers… She’d pushed her long, blonde braid up under her hat before riding out of town, and with the oversized jacket covering her, she could pass for a boy. It was much safer to be a boy than a young woman all alone. Still, she rested her hand on her gun, and kept it there, ready for trouble.

“You!” she spat the word. “Go away and leave me the hell alone!”

“We heard the shot,” Drew explained, dismounting. “Thought you could have trouble.” His dark eyes noted the fact she was wearing a gun with the holster strapped down.

“No trouble, but for you two. Go away,” she ordered.

“We can’t do that,” Drew said softly before his brother could speak up. “Jacy would be upset if we came home without you.”

“Like I give a damn,” Jolie gave vent to her temper. “I’m not going with you.”

“Yes, you are,” Drew said decisively, and in the next second his hat flew off his head! The brat had shot at him! “You little hellion!” he growled menacingly. “You shot at me!”

“Don’t be stupid!” Jolie scoffed. “If I’d shot at you, you’d be dead!”

Drew picked up his hat, and then poked his finger through the hole. He looked at her, the fury radiating from his dark eyes, and then tossed the hat on the ground.

Jolie’s blue eyes widened in trepidation as he started for her, murder clearly on his mind. “You just stop right there!” she backed up a few steps. “I mean it! I wasn’t shooting at YOU, just your hat!” she squeaked, and when that didn’t stop his approach, she turned and fled on foot, wanting to put some distance between them.

Wes grinned wickedly when his brother gave chase. He had a feeling that Drew was about to learn first hand how a little girl could get under his skin; Drew might not know it yet, but he was hooked on Jolie. He calmly set about cleaning the rabbit, hoping his brother had enough sense to cut a switch this time.

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Jolie prided herself on being able to run fast; very, very fast! But, unfortunately, Drew’s legs were much longer than hers, and he was no slouch in the running department either. He was slowly overtaking her, and his eyes were still full of fury. She knew what that meant… and she didn’t want a third spanking! Her poor backside was still aching from the other two, and it was all she could do to sit her saddle long enough to ride this far!

Drew wasn’t about to let the little blonde hellion get away with shooting at him! He was going to take down her britches and set her cute little ass on fire! It was long past time someone took her in hand, and it seemed he was the one elected to do it. He added a bit more energy into catching her, and when he was just about close enough to catch her, he jumped and tackled her to the ground, careful not to hurt her in the process. She was tiny, like Jacy, and he didn’t want to do more than dent that pride of hers in a manner that would make a lasting impression.

“Let me go!” Jolie screamed, kicking for all she was worth when he rolled her over to face him.

Drew trapped her legs by throwing his right leg over them. His left hand held both of her wrists above her head, and his right went to work unbuckling her gun belt, her belt, then fumbled with the buttons on her pants.

“What are you doing?” Jolie struggled even harder.

Drew could see the fear in her blue eyes. “I’m going to make sitting down a memory for you,” he told her. “I’m going to make you sorry as hell you shot at me.”

“No!! I wasn’t shooing AT you!” she insisted. “I shot at your hat!”

“You don’t point guns at people, little girl,” Drew was livid. “You’re going to learn that lesson the hard way.” He tugged her pants down, and then undid the string holding up her drawers.

“No! No! No! Leave them on!” Jolie fought for her dignity, but lost. She was completely bare to his gaze, but far from being impressed with her womanly charms, Drew seemed oblivious to the blond curls covering her most private area. He easily flipped her over, and his right hand found her naked backside. “Owww!” Jolie cried out. “It hurts!” she wailed as he continued to pepper her with stinging spanks.

“It’s supposed to hurt!” he told her. “I’m glad it hurts. I want it to hurt!” he added. Her cheeks quickly turned red, and Drew decided to make the backs of her thighs match. Her yells told him that she didn’t find that particularly enjoyable, so he put some real effort in tanning her.

Drew was killing her, Jolie was positive of it! She hadn’t been spanked in years… and this was the third time in one day… in less than three hours, in fact. She was in misery! “Please stop! I’m sorry… I’m sorry!” she said breathlessly.

“Not nearly sorry enough,” Drew scolded, and proceeded to lecture her while he spanked her sit spot over and over again.

Jolie was crying in earnest by the time he stopped.

“Do I have your attention?” Drew demanded.

Jolie nodded miserably.

“Good. You’re going to cut a switch, and prepare it,” he took out his knife and held it out to her. “Make it a good one, or else I will cut one, and use it twice as long.”

“Please don’t!” Jolie was shocked he would even consider using a switch on her already sore bottom. “I’m too sore! I’m really sorry! I won’t ever do it again,” she pleaded.

“You sure won’t do it again,” he agreed, his dark eyes full of determination. “You have two choices here, Jolie. Either you cut that switch, and get it ready, and get twenty-five cuts with it… Or I cut it, prepare it, and you get fifty. Your choice, and you’ve got about five seconds to make your decision before I make it for you.”

Jolie felt as though she’d butted up against a solid rock. The big cowboy wasn’t going to change his mind. She was going to get a switching, and it was either going to be unbearable, or doubly unbearable. Reluctantly, she got to her feet, and waddled with her pants around her ankles, to the nearest tree. She looked for a bit, and then found a switch that seemed small enough, yet sturdy enough it wouldn’t break. She had no doubt at all in her mind that she didn’t want HIM to pick the switch.

Drew watched without the least bit of sympathy as the little blonde used his knife to strip the bark from the limb. He was going to raise some serious welts on that pretty little backside of hers, and teach her a valuable lesson. She simply could not go around shooting at people. The next man might take his fists to her, or even shoot her dead for such a thing. A striped backside might very well save her life. He could tell by the red flush on her cheeks that she was embarrassed at having to choose and prepare the switch, and he’d have to remember to thank Wes for the lesson. Poor little Jacy had been sent to do the same on several occasions, and Wes told him later that the added punishment did more to bring the lesson home than the stinging stripes he laid on her butt.

Jolie finished, and couldn’t stall any longer. She handed Drew his knife, then put the switch in his hand. He continued to look at her, and she lowered her eyes to the ground.

“Why are you getting this switching, Jolie?” he demanded.

“Because I shot the hat off your head, and it was a dangerous thing to do,” she admitted.

“See that rock?” he pointed with the switch. “I want your bare butt right on top of it.”

“Please, Drew… I’m sorry! I won’t do it again… I swear! I don’t think I can take any more punishment…”

“You won’t enjoy this, little girl, but you will take it, and you will remember it the next time you’re tempted to shoot that gun in a fit of temper. Now bend over, and let’s get this whipping over with.”

Jolie wanted to run, but knew she wouldn’t get very far with the pants around her ankles. She finally accepted the fact she was going to get her butt whipped with the switch, and there was no sense in making Drew any angrier than he already was. She went to the rock, and lay over the top of it. Her hands barely reached the ground on the other side, and her toes were off the ground. She would have no leverage whatsoever to get herself out of the way of the switch. Her poor butt and thighs were Drew’s to do with as he wished.

Drew placed his left hand on the small of her back to steady her, and then brought the switch down over the reddened cheeks, leaving a red welt of fire behind. Jolie yelped. He laid the next one right below the first, and gave it time to register before applying the third.

Jolie was frantic. It hurt worse than she’d thought it would! “Please stop!” she begged, desperation in her voice. Drew ignored her. Her thighs were next to feel the sharp line of fire, and Jolie was unable to protect it from happening over and over again.

“You’ve had ten. Another fifteen to go,” Drew told her.

“No, oh no! Oh Please, Drew… No more. I’ll be good. I promise!”

“Amazing how a switching will change an attitude,” Drew had the nerve to chuckle, then continued striping her butt, making sure the switch left a vivid mark each time. “That was five more, and you have ten left. They’re all going to be in the same spot, Jolie, and you won’t sit for a week without remembering this punishment and why it was given.”

Jolie screamed when the switch bit into the most sensitive area of her bottom, her sit spot. Over and over and over, Drew brought the lesson home, and the last one of all was the most painful. Jolie was sobbing and limp by the time he finished.

Drew let her cry for a bit, and then lifted her to stand on her feet. Now that she was punished, it occurred to him that he was looking where he shouldn’t be looking. “Cover yourself, young lady,” he ordered gruffly, then finally helped her to do it when her hands were shaking too much to do so. He pulled her close and hugged her comfortingly. “I know you’re hurting, Jolie, but you needed a sharp lesson. Don’t you ever pull a gun on anyone again unless you’re aiming to kill in self defense. Got that?” His hand swatted her lightly.

Jolie jumped, then said, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Drew said in approval. “Let’s get you back to camp and see if brother has that rabbit cooking. I’ve worked up an appetite.”

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Jolie was getting scared. She didn’t know why, but she expected it had to do with whether or not her sister would like her. She’d been raised by their mother, and was a lady, while she’d been raised by their father, and was far from being a lady. She wore pants, frequented saloons, and could shoot better than most men. Not that she was likely to pull her gun anytime soon…

She glanced sideways at Drew, and sighed deeply. Sitting the last few days had been nearly impossible, thanks to the spanking and the switching he’d given her. In retrospect, she supposed she’d deserved it, but it still rankled that he’d bared her completely. She never wanted to go through that again. Drew simply didn’t have the right to correct her.

The small ranch was perfect, Jolie decided when she got her first glimpse of the buildings. It was neat and clean, and showed the two brothers weren’t afraid of hard work.

“No need to be skittish now, Jolie,” Wes looked at her and smiled. “Jacy is going to be real pleased to meet you.”

“She’s a lady,” Jolie managed to whisper. “She won’t like me at all.”

“You’re a lady, too,” Drew said confidently. “Jacy will love you.”

“Drew’s right. You’ll be okay, Jolie,” Wes reached over and patted her shoulder. “I know you didn’t want to come here, but it will mean everything to Jacy, and I think someday soon you’ll be happy we made you do it.”

Drew gave her a wink, and then pointed. “Look there… Seems as though Jacy has already spotted us.”

“Think I should ride ahead and prepare her?” Wes asked Drew’s opinion.

“She already knows I’m here,” Jolie told them matter-of-factly. “I can feel her, too.” She urged her mount forward, suddenly anxious to meet her twin sister.

“Oh my God! Jolie!” were Jacy’s first words as she ignored her husband and her brother-in-law to hug her long lost sister. “This is actually true!”

“It’s true,” Jolie laughed, hugging her back. “You could feel it yesterday, right?”

“Right,” Jacy looked at her in awe. “Where have you been forever? Is our father still living?”

“No. He died over a year ago. Indians,” Jolie explained.

“I’m sorry… I know you must have loved him, but he was a stranger to me,” Jacy explained. “Mama is gone, too…”

“Wes told me. She was a good woman?”

“Yes… She wanted me to find you, and now you are here!” Jacy giggled. “I want you to stay.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Wes growled.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh! Wes!!!” Jacy threw herself at him and hugged him tightly, then kissed him. “I didn’t see you!” she squealed. “Thank you for bringing Jolie to me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!” she punctuated her words with kisses.

Drew threw back his head and laughed at his brother’s expression, then gave the horses over to one of the hired hands. “Come on inside, Jolie. Those two will be smooching for a while now,” he predicted.

Jolie was impressed with the house, but felt very uncomfortable and out of place. She followed Drew into the kitchen, and relaxed a bit when he poured coffee for both of them.

“I learned some time ago it’s best to be invisible when those two are like that,” Drew grinned. “We won’t see them until supper time.” He placed the sugar bowl on the table so that Jolie could help herself.

“I can’t believe you did that, you aggravating man!” Jacy’s voice could be heard throughout the house. “Of all the nerve!” She burst into the kitchen, and stomped over to where Jolie stood, and then hugged her. “I’m sorry Wes was so mean to you! You must have thought he was crazy!”

“I did,” Jolie immediately understood what Jacy was talking about, and a glance over her sister’s shoulder at Wes’s red face confirmed it.

“You had no right to assume something like that, Wesley Parker!” Jacy scolded, and then looked at Jolie, “What were you doing in a saloon?”

“Having a beer. It was hot outside…” Jolie explained.

“See…?” Wes pointed out. “See?”

“It doesn’t matter! Even if I was to go into a saloon and order a beer, you wouldn’t have the right to spank me for it!” Jacy sassed.

“The hell I wouldn’t!” Wes argued.

“I wouldn’t have it…! In front of all those men? How could you do such a thing, Wes? Especially when you thought it was ME?” Jacy was incensed.

Drew shook his head, and then whispered, “Jacy, you’re walking on thin ice…”

“You stay out of this, Andrew Parker!” Jacy turned on him. “I can’t believe you let him spank Jolie!”

“He spanked me, too!” Jolie was only too happy to tell on the man.

“WHAT?” Jacy screeched, and then rounded on her husband. “Wesley Parker… You are a no good skunk… and… No!!! Let me go!” Jacy’s temper turned in another direction.

“I’m not going to have you railing at me the minute I get home, woman!” Wes scolded. “You asked me how I found Jolie, and I told you the truth of it, and you’ve been tearing a strip off me ever since. Now I’m going to remind you who wears the pants around here.”

Jacy gasped as Wes sat down, and then pulled her over his lap. “No, Wes! Not in front of Drew and Jolie!”

“You yelled at me in front of them!” Wes pointed out, bringing his hand down on her skirt with a painful whap.

“Let her go!” Jolie jumped to her sister’s defense.

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