Hearts and Memories

The other night, Sam and I were discussing what we might want to do for Valentine's Day.  Of course, there could be surprises, but this year I think that might take the form of small presents and cards.  It will definitely not be a trip or anything expensive.  We both have our sights set on a much bigger vacation in September!  Don't think we are even going out to a restaurant.  Just planning an intimate day to ourselves with some special choices for a dinner we will prepare together.

Our talk got me thinking of other Valentine Days.  Sam and I have

been together for a long time now.  We have been valentines since we were 15 years old.  High school sweethearts and lots of memories.  I remember a high school dance and a corsage for my dress.  Dancing close.  One Valentine's Day Sam gave me his class ring to wear on a gold chain around my neck.  We were "going steady," and that was high romance for sure.


Going farther back, I was all about creating a masterpiece valentine mailbox with an old shoe box and reading over and over each and every card I received.  I recall choosing my own valentines was a huge decision.  Favored cowboys or Disney characters.  When I escaped Catholic school and started 4th grade at public school, there was a real Valentine's Day party!  Cookies and cupcakes and punch.  And I loved when my dad would sing me 
                                  "My Funny Valentine."

 Jump forward to "First comes love, then comes marriage.  Then comes Ella with the baby carriage."  I remember helping my boys with their valentines before they could even print.  Baking cookies for parties and being "Room Mom" some years.  I didn't work when

the guys were small, and we were used to being broke for many

years.  There was one Valentine's Day when I really wanted to take the boys for lunch at White Castle.  I actually had $1.72 left until Sam got paid.  The little one and I picked up big brother from kindergarten and went "out on the town."  They each had a burger and split the fries and soda.  I had a cup of coffee.



There was one year when I won us a fancy dinner at a posh

restaurant from writing a risque Valentine poem for a radio contest.  It was a rock station and the morning DJs were bawdy to say the least.  I do not remember the poem much at all except that it had to do with a paternity lawsuit.  They thought it was hilarious.  The dinner was worth more than the fabric for my wedding gown.



Once the kids were both in school all day, Sam and I used to arrange what we called "executive lunches."  If we could both sneak away from work for a whole hour, we would rush home for some crazy fast love-making before tearing off to return to work.  We called it an "executive lunch" because Sam had a suit on , and I loved how he looked with it on and with it off.
  

One Valentine's Day I was sure to beat him home so I could arrange a surprise.  I had cut out 100 red paper hearts and arranged them in a path from the front door to the bedroom.  Carefully drew little red hearts on the insides of my legs and sat up on the bed splayed out in red panties and waiting for my valentine.  Sounds pretty cheesy now, but  being poor can inspire one to be creative.


When I was teaching, Valentine's Day was always called "Friendship Day."  My parties were renowned.  They started at 9:00 am and lasted until 3:30 pm.  We had math lessons with boxes of little candy hearts.  Reading included stories of friendship and silly poems.  Love letters to moms and dads and grandparents.  Besides exchanging valentines, we watched Milo and Otis, my favorite friendship movie.  You may be appalled, but there were tons of snacks and sweets.  I never minded the kids amped up on sugar once in a while. It was fun in small doses.

I think of life now in terms of "Before ttwd" and "After ttwd."  Valentine's Day in the bedroom is a lot more exciting with ttwd than before.  The spanking happens all over the house - only limited by Sam's imagination.  Last Valentine's Day, he got us a leather razor strap.  That one can be fun or not, again depending on Sam's mood.  Our

toy drawer is full of choices, and I really have no idea where we put Sam's sweaters.  Just never looked back.  There is also a dynamite red and black corset along with black stockings in that drawer.  While I no longer care about flowers or jewelry, a thoughtful card is still very nice.  I am a huge Shakespeare fan, and pretty words are always appreciated.

               "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
                   And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."

                          from A Midsummer's Night Dream
                                       Act 1, Scene 1

Although I am not a Shakespeare expert, I do believe those lines written in iambic pentameter could be interpreted as,

                               "It's fun to do it blindfolded, too."

                        Here is wishing each one of my readers 
                          their own happy little "Ever After" 
                                     for this day of love. 

Ella's Winter Meme

Not only do I love to do memes, I think I love to write them, too.  The ideas come to me at the oddest times.  Been working on these for several months.  Hope they spark things up a bit - feels like we all need something to get us through to spring.  Here we go!


1.  You have to leave your house because of a disaster.  All the people and pets you love are safe.  If you could choose just one item to carry out, what would it be?

It would have to be our box of old photos.  Family and friends, the old ones, the little ones, and the ones gone now.
 

2.  Tell us about a book or series of books you loved as a child.  

There were so many!  All-of-a-Kind Family, The Bobbsey Twins, The Borrowers, Nancy Drew.  I still have several with my name printed at the front.  I remember days when I would start a new book and never stop until I was done.  Did you ever read by flashlight under the covers?


3.  Name one item of clothing that you love for your spouse to wear. 

I adore Sam in a navy suit, pale blue shirt, and suspenders (or braces in the UK).  I have a "thing" for men in suspenders.  In the City district of London with all the business men in braces, I was in a constant state of heat.

4.  Is there a lullaby your mom or dad sang to you that you also sang to your child?

My dad used to sing us a depression-era song called "Bread and Gravy."  I also sang it to my boys when I tucked them in at bedtime.  With my brother and sisters, I sang it for our father at his funeral service.

  
5.  Tell about the fanciest restaurant at which you have ever dined.


Friends in London took us to Simpson's on the Strand.  It was so elegant I could hardly breathe.  The carver wheeled a silver cart to your table with all the meat on it - huge dripping joints.  I chose lamb.  One friend had put 2 pound coins in my hand at the last minute, because I did not know that you were supposed to tip the carver when he came to the table.  Such food!

6.  Tell us about any phobias you have. What else are you scared of?

Definitely have claustrophobia.  When I was a child, elevators scared me because I was crushed once.  I am better now but will not get on a crowded one.  For the last MRI I had, it took 2 Valium and one of my sons to hold my hand the whole time.
 
I think I have already mentioned I hate snakes!  Only time I ever almost hit a student.  He thought it was so funny as he came at me with a 6 ft. bull snake.  Luckily I was rescued before I hit that kid in the head with my purse!


7.  Is there something old from a family member that you treasure?

I have 3 items from my grandmother that mean the world to me.  I wear her wedding band on my right hand always.  I also have a thimble and her sewing box.  I used to play under her sewing table when I was small and remember having my dolls live in it. 


8.  If there is reading material in your bathroom, what magazines or books could be found?

Sort of an eclectic mix.  You have a choice of garden and porch books, London picture books, or World War II magazines.


9.  Tell us about your dearest childhood friend.

She was a bouncy little Polish girl.  Her last name was impossible to spell.  We were inseparable for years.  One very hot summer we spent building dollhouses in my basement.  (It was cool down there.)  She and I also took tap dancing together, but only S. was any good at it.  I sucked.  We were both very good at ditching Sunday School, though.

Note: I again have a lovely, bouncy Polish girl for a dear friend!


10.  Is there a household task that belongs to your husband?

Yes, Sam is in charge of the grocery shopping on Saturday mornings, although I usually make a trip to the Farmer's Market for the fresh produce.  It helps if you can show him what the package looks like.  He loves finding the HUGE size of something even though there are just the 2 of us now and we have a small fridge.


11.  Have you ever smoked pot?  How old were you the first time?  Do you still enjoy?

I was so ignorant and naive about weed when we were in college.  Once when we were invited to a professor's house for dinner, someone started passing a joint around the table.  I reached in my purse to pull out a pack of cigarettes, all excited to help everyone out.  I said, "You guys don't need to share.  I have plenty of smokes."  Sam just whispered in my ear to shut up and he would explain later.

I have tried pot several times over the years, but I never seem to feel anything.  If I want a buzz, look to see me sipping a good IPA.

And This is a Very Good One

12.  If it is cold, what do you wear to bed?

Hate being cold in the winter!  I bundle up like an Eskimo when I go outside, and my idea of pajamas is knit pants and shirt along with very big socks.  If Sam is in a lingerie mood he knows to turn up the heat or it's just not going to happen.



13.  How old were you when you lost your virginity?  Share any story with which you are comfortable.

I have always wondered where the idea of "lost" came from.  Think instead of what you found!  We were both nineteen and away at school for the first time.  It was just Sam's dorm room, but it couldn't have been more special if it had been the Waldorf.  After that, I knew the nuns were all wrong about sex.

14.  Think of something you did as a kid about which you were glad your parents never found out.  If you were a perfect child, you may just respond with "Perfect", but the rest of us will hate you for it.

The manhole covers were removed to do some work on the storm sewers.  Down by the creek, we found the huge storm sewer pipe that emptied there.  We decided to crawl through it all the way back to our street, about 5 blocks.  I was so scared but refused to let anyone know. The circumference of the pipe kept getting smaller and smaller.  Remember the claustrophobia I spoke of!  What a dumb thing to do!  I was positively shaking when we crawled up the ladder and back out.


15.  Boob Question - 
Think Goldilocks and the 3 Bears.  

Do you think your boobs are: 
a.)  Too big
b.)  Too small
c.)  Just right
d.)  "All of the above" is not a valid answer.

My answer is "a" because I do not like being big on top.  It is very heavy, and you have to buy a larger size of shirts almost every time.  Obviously, Sam is not going to agree on this answer.

           Looking forward to reading all of your answers now!  
                  That is the fun part of memes, my friends.

Ella's Bookshelf - His Lordship's Mate

If you have a case of the winter doldrums like I do, then you need something to warm you up and make you smile.  Take a suggestion from Ella and pull this "bodice ripper" off the bookshelf.  It should do the trick quite nicely.  In fact, by the time you get to the halfway point in the story, you may just need a fan.  It's hot!  Could also be a good idea to have your man on standby; his services might be required.


Title: His Lordship's Mate

Author: Jaye Peaches

Publisher: Stormy Night Publications

Number of Pages: 157

Themes: Obedience, Animal Instincts, Cinderella

Setting: the English countryside near the border with Wales.  I am  guessing it is set in the Regency Period but could not discern an exact date. 

Main Characters:

• Ella Bailey - a beautiful young woman of 18 years who lives with her father and cares for him in the crumbling Edgton Manor.  She despairs of ever having a suitor because there is no dowry.

•  Sir William Bailey - Ella's father, an alcoholic who has drunk away most of the family's wealth.  He is deeply in debt, and the family home is in serious disrepair.

• Viscount Piers DeLancy - a young, wealthy, and arrogant landowner.

• Lord Gethin Powell - the rather reclusive and well to do lord of Grendle Hall.  He travels extensively and manages thriving businesses.  Although he does not give much attention to noble society gatherings, his reputation is impeccable.

•  Captain Felix Hughes - a close friend and confidante of Lord Gethin.

• Sir Richard Crosby and his wife Matilda - a business partner of Gethin's and his insipid wife.

The story opens at Edgton Manor where we meet young Ella Bailey.  First, let me compliment Ms. Peaches on choosing such a splendid name for her heroine!  Ella is surprised and pleased to learn she has a gentleman caller.  She has not been courted because of her father's drinking.  He has squandered their fortunes, and so there is no dowry for Ella.  The caller is one Viscount Piers DeLancy; he is a young, handsome noble who lives nearby.  The author paints you a picture of the viscount when she describes him as, "dressed like a stunned peacock."  Ella is flattered but somewhat wary when DeLancy

suggests a walk with no proper chaperone.  Naive in so many ways, Ella thinks he is proposing marriage.  When he kisses her, she is curious about the stirrings she feels and later explores her own body for the first time.  This Ella's thoughts (those belonging to me) on the viscount - If it hisses and slithers, it's probably a snake. 

Poor Ella is a little like Cinder-Ella here.  She doesn't get invited to social functions because of her drunken father.  Although the viscount wrangles an invitation for her for his own purposes, Ella arrives in a shabby, old dress.  While others pity her, another guest,

Lord Gethin Powell, is so strongly drawn to her that he sees nothing else.  This huge and swarthy man with the Welsh name almost sees a relationship with Ella as his destiny.  This powerful and immediate attraction even leads him to fantasize his eventual domination of Ella.  He wants to "...take her to a secluded place and seek out her soul.  He'd shred her dress, expose her bare flesh, and explore every inch of her weak body until her resistance crumbled."


Later, DeLancy again cajoles Ella into another improper assignation in the forest.  This time her virginity is rescued at the last minute by a huge wolf who bursts out of nowhere!  No one believes her story, and DeLancy gets her branded a temptress to save face among his peers.  Ella is devastated, and she becomes an outcast with no hope of a good marriage.

Enter Lord Gethin Powell.  He sweeps in and instantly believes her story.  He knows for sure that the beautiful girl he covets is certainly not crying "Wolf."  Then he soon astounds Ella by proposing marriage.  She is intrigued and excited but unsure of his affection for her.  In his take-charge way, he rids her home of her father's creditors and asks for Ella's hand.  

Once he receives the besotted man's blessing, Gethin shows his feelings for his bride-to-be.  Ella is "all too aware of her slender form trapped between him and the wall.... and her hands pinned high above her head, he pressed his mouth against hers."  If you remember, it was just recently that one of my posts explained that in my opinion this is the sexiest way to kiss a woman!  Gethin had my vote right then.

Satisfied that her life is looking up, she ignores her lord's warning about obedience almost immediately.  Gethin does not hesitate to demonstrate the consequences of disregarding his orders, and Ella is spanked long and hard.  Oh my goodness, she surely regrets that.  This is a magnificently written spanking.  I read it twice.  Gethin is

not one to "spare the rod."  And that reminds me, speaking of the "rod", the subsequent deflowering of Ella is one full chapter!  Cannot tell you if the spanking or the sex was more delicious.  I can honestly warn you to remember to breathe, though.  It was that good.

I do, indeed, love historical fiction - spanking or not.  But I really got the feeling that the author did have a bit of an allegory angle in her head as she developed this plot.  Cinderella had some magic and His Lordship's Mate has some intriguing mythical leanings.  You can discover that as the story unfolds.  I hate book reviews that spoil all the surprises.

Lord Gethin is not your standard "Prince Charming," but he recognizes Ella's beauty and goodness even wearing a threadbare old dress.  He rescues her from both an indolent father and a devious viscount.  Although she does eventually have a closet full of lovely gowns, Ella really grows and transforms into a perfect mate and a princess, too, without a stitch of clothes on.  No glass slipper either.  Ella, herself, never doubts that Gethin loves her, but, "What she doubted was that Gethin was an ordinary man.  She suspected he was something very different..."  He teaches her obedience and to follow him and his animal instincts.

  

                "Ella."  His masterful voice penetrated her 
                  confused mind.  "Disobedience will bring you 
                                nought but discipline."
 

The Ella in this story gets her own "Ever After" but not at all in the way she expected.  She is rescued once again from the wicked viscount and all the mythical puzzles are revealed to her and to the reader.  It truly is her "perfect destiny."  The Ella writing this review sends a commendation to Ms. Peaches for an exciting story with just enough magic and a generous helping of OTK.

Long, Long Ago in a Marriage Far, Far Away

Long before ttwd, there were times when I would pull away from Sam.  We loved each other very much, but that wasn't always enough.  Sometimes it was because of a fight or disagreement.  More often, though, it was simply because of a perceived slight or careless words between us.  I would withdraw and become silent.  I was hurt, and I wanted to hurt him.  Neither of us would apologize, and neither of us would forgive.  It was amazing and stupid how long this could go on before we would come back together.

As the years went by, something else compounded this problem.  Along with the withdrawal, I started having bouts with depression.  Sometimes it seemed almost normal - the death of my father, for example.  Other times there really wasn't a reason.  Just pulling away from the people I loved or feeling dissatisfied with life could

bring on a  time of disturbing despondency.  The last significant episode even ended in a frightening health crisis.  When withdrawal

turned to depression, Sam got scared and would do everything he could to bring me back.  But once I fell into that sinkhole, it was really hard to pull me out.

 
Enter ttwd.  After I finally spilled my heart out to Sam about my need for spanking, there was a lengthy period of his finding his comfort zone.  He wasn't naturally dominant with me.  But as the connection grew between us, his confidence grew as well.  Both of us were amazed at the change in our marriage, and we never wanted to go back.  We also noticed that because we resolved small disagreements with a spanking, there weren't as many times I pulled away from him.


But even today, there are still occasions when it happens.  I disagree with a decision Sam makes or a situation out there in the real world gets me down.  And I pull away.  My bouncy, chatty self takes a nose dive, and I become as quiet as a mouse.  Now, Sam recognizes this change almost immediately.  And he doesn't let me sink or wring his hands over what to do. 

 
All day Sunday and Monday, there was something not quite right between us.  When I got home from work Monday night, Sam pulled me onto his lap and asked me what was wrong.  I slid off his lap and said I needed more time before I wanted to talk.  He just made a sound like "Mmmph" and told me to hurry up. 



There was no close spooning Monday night - a time where we both love the feeling of closeness and sweet talking before we fall asleep.  None of that.  Just this distance.


I am a morning person, and I get up early.  I mean early!  Like 3:45 am on work days.  I have lots I like to do before I even get in the shower.  The first thing is to catch up in my journals.  Let the dogs out and get them fed.  I get the house ship-shape and exercise, too.  There is usually some time to blog hop as well.


Well, Tuesday morning at exactly 4:00 am, Sam marched into the dining room with both a paddle and a leather strap in his hand.  He scared the hell out of me!  He never gets up 'til 6.  I had brewed the coffee but had not even had a cup yet.  He told me to get in there pronto and take off my pajama bottoms.  He pulled out a dining

room chair and told me to bend right over.  There was no lead-up; he just started in really hard with the paddle and told me I had better get my thoughts together quickly so that we could talk.  He said he does not like it when I get this way.  "I do not like silence.  We are not doing that ever again."  It was a serious spanking, and I could not help squirming since he was not holding me down.  He told me to stop it immediately and hold still.  Then when I was already hurting and the tears had started, he began with the leather strap.  Leather has a whole different feel and yikes!  He said we would be talking as soon as I got home that night.  Said that, "You had better get your act together," or we would repeat this later in the day. 

The message was clear.  I would not be allowed to pull away or drift into depression ever again.  Sam hugged me close and told me how much he loved me, but quickly.  Then it was all business.  He picked up the paddle and strap like he had just finished some chore and headed back down the hall to the bedroom.  He even went back to sleep! 

Once I got over the shock, I started to put all my thoughts in order as I did my morning tasks.  Some coffee helped, too!  By the time I got my sore ass  in the shower, the whole day looked brighter.  How in the world does a spanking do that for me?!  I am constantly amazed at that.  Gave Sam a really nice long kiss before I left for work, and he gave my bottom several gentle pats.


Yes, we talked as soon as I walked in the door Tuesday night.  Done and resolved in 10 minutes flat.  Back on his lap with lots of hugs and touching and laughing.  Absolutely no Prozac required. 

PK's One Word Meme

 

I think PK started this one back in November or December.  The "one word" twist on the meme is interesting and much harder than I anticipated.  Hope that adding a punctuation mark wasn't cheating.  There were a couple prompts that made me want to create a new word - Such as "bigasstruck" or "anybeeratall" or "wrinklefreeface" or "happyasapiginshit."  However, I played it all by the rules.

1.  Yourself:  discovering
2.  Your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse:  caring
3.  Your hair:  brown
4.  Your mother:  missed
5.  Your father:  missed!


6.  Your favorite item:  shoes
7.  Your dream last night:  travel
8.  Your favorite drink:  beer
9.  Your dream car:  truck
10. The room you are in:  cozy





11. Your ex:  none
12.  Your fear:  stroke
13.  What you want to be in 10 years:  loved
14.  Who you hung out with last night:  Sam
15.  What you're not:  patient


16.  Muffins:  English
17.  One of your wish list items: London
18.  Time:  history
19.  The last thing you did:  tidied
 20.  What you are wearing:  robe

21.  Your favorite weather: summer
22.  Your favorite book:  Shakespeare
23.  The last thing you ate:  clementine
24.  Your life:  happy
25.  Your mood:  anticipation

 

26.  Your best friend:  Sam!
27.  What are you thinking about right now?  writing
28.  Your car:  Honda
29.  What are you doing at the moment?  eating
30.  Your summer:  sunny

31.  Your relationship status:  married
32.  What is on your TV?  news
33.  What is the weather like?  frigid
34.  When is the last time you laughed?  today
35.  Your favorite color?  green


Thanks, PK.  It has been fun to read the responses from so many out in blogland.  Working on a Winter Meme.  TBA!!

                                     ************************

I am adding one.  Least favorite season:  WINTER!  

Ella's Bookshelf - Loving His China Doll

My book review of this recent Leigh Smith novel is a bit tardy only because of the holiday craziness most of us embrace as part of the Christmas/New Year season.  Lovely fun, food, and family for the most part - but little time for books I enjoy reading and posts I enjoy writing.  Leigh is one of my favorite authors when it comes to cowboy spanking stories, so I was curious as to whether I would like Loving His China Doll since it was cowboy-free, so to speak.  Never fear, Sunny has again delivered a spanking good book.

Title:  Loving His China Doll

Author:  Leigh Smith

Number of Pages:  131

Themes:  Living Green, Overcoming Life's Challenges, 
                Loving and Letting Go

Setting:  Willamette Valley in Oregon

Main Characters:

• Chyna Minton - a 26 year old woman who lives alone on her family's farm despite a unique handicap.

•  Benji - her devoted St. Bernard and constant companion.  He may not be your run of the mill main character, but his presence is felt all through this unusual story.

•  Jeff Kincaid - a young farmer in search of his own land and a place to plant his dream.

• Paul and Sue Kincaid - Jeff's surly older brother and pregnant sister-in-law.

• Blake and Marge Kincaid - Jeff's parents who have worked a large family farm since Jeff was a boy.

• Ben Wilson - Chyna's lawyer and advocate.

• Becky Taylor - a close friend of Chyna's.
 

 

When farmer, Jeff Kincaid, rolls into Scottsville, Oregon, he is only looking for some vacant farmland to lease.  He pulls into the drive of a pretty little farmhouse and meets Chyna Minton and her big St. Bernard, Benji.  The book is written with the alternating points of view of these 2 main characters, and that is very important to this plot.  The reader knows fairly quickly that Chyna suffers from a condition called "hysterical blindness" caused by a childhood trauma.  She also possesses a "second sight" that gives her an inkling that meeting Jeff that morning will become a turning point in both their lives.  This combination of handicap and giftedness is unique to this heroine.  Jeff discovers what we already know through keen observation.


For this review, I think it is important to discuss the role of Chyna's

dog, Benji.  This big, lovable, and protective animal is the cornerstone of Chyna's support system in the small town of Scottsville.  Yes, there are friends and neighbors who check on her and help in so many ways, but it is Benji who makes it possible for Chyna to live independently and feel happy and secure.


Once Jeff is cleared by Chyna's lawyer, they cut a deal to lease the empty fields, and he also moves into a small apartment at the back of the barn.  He is very motivated to get started on his plans for farming organic crops and selling to local buyers.  Back on Jeff's family farm, his brother, Paul, has always been domineering and negative about Jeff's dream.


Jeff is an interesting central figure for a spanking novel.  As you well know, I am quite partial to cowboys.  But I have to admit that Jeff being a farmer adds another layer of depth and complexity to his character.  His is also the vehicle through which a lot of the themes of ecology and an organic approach to farming and health

are developed.  Chyna, too, is very in tune with the earth, and the two complement each other in this "green" outlook on life.  After plowing one day, the author tells us about Jeff's satisfaction, "There was something about seeing the rows of tilled soil behind him that fed his soul."


Jeff and Chyna get to know each other better every day, and Jeff soon recognizes the blindness.  There is a mutual physical attraction between the two, as well, and Chyna is anxious for a romantic relationship - the first for her.  She also suspects that several of Jeff's comments indicate some "Christian Grey" leanings.

She is not displeased one bit, and the sex is everything for which she hoped.  Jeff is quickly becoming involved with her, and very protective, too.  He enjoys everything about her.  "He loved her laugh; it sounded like bells tinkling."  I noticed that the author has done an admirable job using descriptions that depend on other senses besides sight.  Considering Chyna's handicap, I thought this was quite effective.


When Jeff introduces Chyna to his mom and dad, the family dynamic is introduced.  Since Chyna has no family, she loves that Marge and Blake make her feel so welcome.  Very soon after this first meeting, Jeff is called home to be there during an emergency with his father's health, and here the plot really starts to tumble.  We see how Jeff's brother, Paul, was behind Jeff's plans to strike off on his own.  The two brothers come together just enough to work through some big changes on the family farm.


In the midst of this upheaval, Chyna reveals a crack in her acceptance of the blindness she has lived with since she was 11 years old.  Realizing how her relationship with Jeff is moving toward a serious and permanent status, she doubts her ability to be a real partner to Jeff and a contributing farmer's wife.  She pulls away from him completely.  Once Jeff sorts out things on his family's farm, he is back to Scottsville and Chyna like a shot.

Chyna's decision to seek professional help with her condition, has her exploring hypnotherapy.  Since this is a treatment that I am familiar with through my work at a medical facility, I was most interested to see how Sunny  used it in a fictional story.  She was spot on!  Purposely I have not given away any of the important mini-stories within this book, including the one that explains the title, Loving His China Doll.  Just let your fingers trot on over to LSF Publications or Amazon and download this book.  Then build a cozy fire, brew a pot of coffee, and dig right in.


As I said, this plot has a lot of threads, but Sunny pulls them all together for the reader at the end.  It is only natural that it is a great spanking that seems to be both the transformational ending of this story and the start of a new one for Jeff and Chyna.