His idea of a “birthday bash”? My backside. It’s Silas’s birthday. Which means I’m the one in trouble. Most husbands want cake and presents. Mine wants to “celebrate” with a barn full of people, a suspiciously large supply of soap bars, and more positions and implements than I knew existed. And just when I thought I’d survived the party… Silas reminded me his birthmonth has only just begun. If you like playful, over-the-top domestic discipline with a smart-mouthed heroine who can’t help making things worse, welcome to the Domestic Discipline Diaries.