Sweetheart Dance

by Paige Mallory

  Lenora was thoroughly embarrassed. She couldn’t remember the last time Connie made her stand in the corner! He explained to her a long time ago that he did it to give her time to control herself so that he wouldn’t have to spank her so hard… and in that split second she knew that he planned to spank her again! She was dismayed. Why did she let her temper get the best of her at times. All Connie wanted was a chance to explain his reasons to her, and she’d called him autocratic and bossy… and what was she really angry about? The girls were all so happy… “Connie, I’m ready to talk now… Please…?” she called to him.

  “Come on over here, honey.” He opened his arms to her and was pleased when she came right to him. He settled her on his lap, and could feel the heat from her spanked bottom through his good pants. The poor little lady was going to have a tough time sitting tomorrow… and the day after… She still had a good spanking coming to her… and he knew that she expected it. “I am bossy and autocratic at times,” he admitted. “I have to be, Lenora. It’s my job to think ahead, and do the best I can to keep the family happy. You saw what it’s been like the last few weeks. All six of them working on you to get a dance… Then once they got their way, they all wanted to wear the same damned color dress. If you’d let one of them have yellow, the other five wouldn’t have give either of us a moment’s peace. Then they started bickering over places at the table. ‘You can’t sit there because I want Monty in that seat.’ ‘Will has as much right to sit beside me as Monty does to sit with you…’ On and on. It was something every damn day. And then David comes, and Becky is last to find a beau. She turned meaner than a rattlesnake, and that’s why I let her take a job with Michael.” He paused, and after a moment’s reflection, he continued, “I’d seen her giving Michael the eye in church a few times, and I thought she’d be safe working with him… and it would give us some peace here for a few hours each day… All that was on top of Nattie sneaking out of the house…”

  “She what?” Lenora turned to look up at him, her eyes flashing. “When did she do that?”

  “A couple days after the accident. Luke caught her out, and she begged him not to tattle on her. He carried her upstairs, then smacked her little fanny for her, and gave her a scold. Luke come to me the next day and asked if I had any objections to his spending time with her, and I thought he was the one. He knows how to bring out the best in Nattie. She hates being younger than Abby.”

  “I’ve noticed,” Lenora said dryly.

  “The point I’m trying to make, honey, is those girls all love each other, but they’re so jealous they can’t stand it. Franny wants to be thin. Becky wants to be shorter, Nattie wants to be the oldest. Maddy wants to wear pants… Dottie is a brat, and Abby wants to boss. I nipped the dress thing in the bud before it got too serious, but how do you decide which girl gets to marry first when they all want that privilege? I knew we were going to go through at least a year of arguing over dresses, colors, dates, parties… with each one of them wanting to outdo the others. I didn’t want them fighting, Lenora. They are sisters, and we love each one of them… I didn’t want to keep stepping in to settle disputes, and I didn’t want you to go through trying to make all six of them happy.”

  Connie tugged on her hair, and admitted, “I had a lot of selfish reasons, too. I hate ties, and I didn’t want to plan and host six engagement parties… and go to six different weddings… all with the very same people attending. It just seemed practical to do it all at once.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me, Connie? I was shocked, and embarrassed in front of everyone.”

  “You would have given me ten million reasons why it wouldn’t work, honey. And you would have been worried sick all day. I saved you a lot of work, worry, and fussing.”

  “Women love to plan weddings,” she said. “I’ve dreamed of planning six of them… all different… and I didn’t get to do one single thing!”

  “You raised those girls to be fine women. They were proud and confident today. You taught them to know their own minds… and you arranged that whole dance. All I did was talk to the guys, and Reverend Shepherd, and arrange for a cake… and ask everyone to pass the word that it was to be a surprise. The rest just happened. We had a small rehearsal with the guys so that they’d know where to stand… “

  “And you tricked our youngest into singing.” She giggled and shook her head. “He was so sweet…”

  “I knew we needed music, and I’ve heard Zack sing in church. He was cheap. I planned to up the bet to ten bucks.”

  Lenora couldn’t help it, she laughed. “You are a lucky man, Connie Webster. All six of your daughters could have refused and made a fool of you today.”

  “They are in love with good men. They wanted to get married. Now they are.”

  “That simple.”

  “That simple.” He looked at her and asked, “Are you still mad at me?”

  “No. I’m sorry I lost my temper, Connie.”

  “You ready to finish up this spanking so we can get to making up?” he asked quietly.

  “Can’t you pretend we already finished?” she wanted to know.

  “Have I ever permitted you to have a full blown tantrum and swear and throw things?”

  “No… but I haven’t done it in a long time, and you have to admit that I had extreme provocation today,” she wheedled.

  “You haven’t done it in a long time because I always make sure you can’t sit for a few days without remembering it isn’t a good idea to act that way.”

  “I’m sorry, Connie.”

  “I know you are, and now you’ll take the spanking you have coming.” He gave her a gentle push to put her on her feet. “Go bring your hairbrush here.”

  Lenora knew it was pointless to argue with her husband. He was going to give her a sound spanking, and knowing Connie, she would be wanting it to end several minutes before it did. She went and got her hairbrush from her vanity and carried it over to the bed and handed it to her husband. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Connie, and lost my temper. And that I threw things. I was upset, but I should have heard you out.”

  “I’ve always had to spank your butt to get you to listen… but when you finally calm down, you are the most understanding woman on the earth. There aren’t many who’d put up with me, Lenora. I know that, and I love you. I’d love nothing more than to just say ‘forget it’ right now and get straight to making up… but it’s not the way we do things in this marriage. I don’t throw things at you, and I don’t call you names, and I always hear you out.”

  “Yes, you do… I’m always so ashamed of myself when I lose my temper like that, honey,” she tearfully admitted.

  “You always feel loved when the spanking is over, so come on and get over my knee, and pull up that gown. I know you are sorry, and I know you were surprised tonight. I’m going to take all that into account,” he promised.

  Lenora smiled bravely, and put herself over her husband’s lap, making sure her gown was out of the way. Her backside was already burning something awful, and it was going to hurt even worse in a few minutes. The thought made her close her eyes in dread. Connie was a thorough man, and she knew from experience that he meant for a spanking to hurt so much she would not want another any time soon.

  Connie brought the back of the hairbrush down on Lenora’s bottom, and she yelped in pain. He did it again, to her other cheek, and she cried out. He was quite deliberate, giving her time to feel the spank before another one landed. He also reminded her of the reason for her spanking, and gave her time to plead for mercy, and beg him to stop. He didn’t, of course, not until every inch that he’d spanked previously was thoroughly spanked again.

  Lenora was in extreme pain. She was sure she couldn’t stand any more, and she begged Connie to please stop. “I promise it won’t happen again, Connie. No more, honey.”

  “It’s all over now, honey… Don’t cry, sweetheart. We’re okay now.” Connie gently lifted Lenora and turned her over so that her upper body was on the bed. H
e kissed her tears and held her close, giving her comfort, and letting her know that he treasured her.

  “I’m so worried about our girls…” Lenora cried harder.

  “Why, honey?” Connie asked, surprised, as usual, at the things she admitted to him after a sound spanking. It seemed to loosen her tongue and get her to talk about things that she normally kept to herself.

  “I should have asked them if they had any questions about their wedding night… What if they are frightened?” she cried.

  “You talked to those girls, and they all know what to expect. And those young men all promised me they would be loving and gentle when I reminded them that my girls are innocent. If any of them come to you crying, I want to know of it, Lenora. That is not up for discussion,” he bossed. “I’ll not have them used or abused.”

  “You talked to Monty, David, Michael, Paul, Will, and Luke?” she asked in surprise.

  “And to Sam,” Connie nodded. “I was pretty frank.”

  “Oh my…!” She should have known that Connie would seek to make sure his daughters would be treated carefully on their wedding night. He was an over protective father. “What did they say?” she asked curiously, trying to picture their possible reactions.

  “Monty promised that Abby wouldn’t be rushed. Michael said that Becky would let him know if he was going too fast, and he would respect her wishes. Paul said he had sisters, and he understood my concerns. Will said he would take my advice. David said that he and Maddy would be fine, and Luke turned red and stammered ‘Yes, sir’. Sam told me to mind my own business.” He frowned. “I think that wedding should have happened a bit sooner.”

  “Oh my… How do you know that?” Lenora was shocked at her son. He knew better!

  “Just the way they touch each other,” Connie explained with a smiled. He shook his head, and added, “They’re married now, and that is what matters. Most folks look the other way if the first child comes a bit early.”

  “Did Sam tell you that they’re expecting?” Lenora was startled.

  “No, and I could be all wrong, honey. They just seemed more intimate than the others.”

  “I guess it’s none of our business,” Lenora commented, longing to rub her bottom. It was burning something awful, and rubbing it would relieve some of the sting… It would also earn her another spanking. Rubbing was not permitted after a spanking… and she knew better than think Connie wouldn’t flip her right over and spank her again if she tried to ease the pain a bit. It hurt to lie there, with her bottom touching the soft mattress, but she was reluctant to move. She loved the way Connie’s hand absentmindedly stroked her body, and it was making her think of other things…

  “You were the most beautiful woman at that dance tonight. I am so damn lucky you saw something in me, Lenora. I wouldn’t have amounted to a good damn if you didn’t make me want to give you everything in the world.”

  “All I’ve ever wanted was you, Connie. I knew you’d take care of me and any children we were blessed with.”

  He snorted in amusement, his hand continuing to explore her, to stroke and caress, “We are certainly well blessed.” His lady giggled at his little bit of humor. “You are my sweetheart forever,” he said solemnly.

  “I surely hope so, Connie,” she squirmed even more as his hand moved between her legs. “You are making me crazy!”

  “That’s the whole idea,” he leaned over to kiss her thoroughly.

  Much, much later, she startled him by giggling.

  “What’s so funny, young lady?” Connie drowsily demanded. He’d been just about asleep… thoroughly sated, relaxed, and happy.

  “I was just thinking about all the other things the girls could fight over next…”

  “What?” Connie sat up, looking at her in alarm.

  “Oh… the first thing that comes to mind is baby names… “They’re all going to be having babies around the same time, and you can bet they are going to all want to name the baby ‘John’ or ‘Susie’. It will be a race to see which of them can deliver first.”

  “Humph,” Connie laid back. “That is something they have no control over, and the first one to have a baby gets the name.”

  “You know our girls,” Lenora sighed deeply.

  “What?” he turned on his side to face her, and damned if she wasn’t acting like she had a secret!!

  “Well… if they are all pregnant at the same time… and if they all want to same the baby the same name… they’re going to be quite creative in coming up with ways to make sure they are first…” Lenora smiled warmly.

  “Like what?” he growled.

  “Oh… Maddy will probably attempt to ride Blackie, doing bareback stunts…” Lenora predicted. “And Becky will go on a cleaning frenzy… Dottie…” she broke off when Connie sat up and started pulling on his pants. “Where are you going?”

  “To cut switches…”

  “You can’t… They’re married now!”

  “I’m not going to switch the girls,” he muttered darkly, looking at her. “I’m going to stripe you!”

  “Whatever for?” She could see that he wasn’t really serious… at least she HOPED he wasn’t. Her bottom was still stinging like crazy.

  “Because you are purposely trying to drive me out of my mind!” he stated, and then smiled when Lenora’s soft laughter soothed him.

  “Will you still be my valentine?” she asked innocently.

  “Every day of the year,” he promised. “Every day for the rest of our lives.” He pulled her into his arms to sleep spoon fashion, and they were both happy and content. “Grandbabies, huh?” he whispered into the darkness and smiled. And all because he fell in love with his sweetheart… He could always insist that he wanted to name all of their first borns… made it a family tradition of sorts, and then tell them all Lenora wanted a turn, too… It sounded crazy, but it could work…

  The End

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