by Fiona Wilde
Miller’s hands began to roam her body. “My sources tell me that you’ve hooked up with that cult leader,” he said, his hand sliding up her legs and across her bottom. “I can see why he likes you. He’s an upstanding guy, right? Do you think he’d still want you if he found out you’d had sex with another man?”
Karen felt a knot of fear coil in her stomach. This man was crazy, and she had no doubt that he would follow through with his threat if she did not cooperate.
“All right,” she said, her voice shaky. “I’ll do what you say, OK? Just don’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetie,” Miller said in a mocking tone. “But mark my words, if just one pretty toe gets out of line you’ll be sorry. I gave my word to Mrs. Fales, and she can afford to pay me for taking however long it needs to put you in line.”
He pushed Karen back down into the chair. “Now,” he said, undoing the cuffs that held her hands together. “Are we ready to start writing?”
Karen picked up the pen. “If I do this, what guarantee do I have that you won’t hurt Ann Marie?” she asked.
“You don’t,” he said, laughing again. “You just have the guarantee that I won’t hurt her in front of you.”
“Her mother wouldn’t let you do that,” Karen said.
“Shows what you know,” Miller said. “That woman has a heart as hard as the diamonds in her rings.”
The comment made Karen sad, especially when she recalled how hopeful Ann Marie had been about a possible reunion with her mother.
“So what do you want me to write?” she asked.
Miller began to recite to her as he paced back and forth across the room. “I, Karen Patterson, being of sound mind and body, do attest that I entered Heartfield as an investigator and fell victim to the culture of drugs and physical intimidation pervasive at the group’s compound. I personally witnessed the daily degradation of women, particularly as regards Ann Marie Fales, who was forced into marriage with cult member Jake Markum. I personally engaged in the obstruction and cover-up of the investigation I was charged with conducting, and did lie to and hide evidence from my superiors regarding Heartfield members’ trade in illegal drugs and guns. I now come forward from not only the guilt I feel, but from a deep conviction to help my friend Ann Marie Fales, who is seeking outside help from a psychologist with the aid of a generous and loving mother.”
Miller laughed again, as if amused by the last line.
“Do you have that?” he asked, turning to her.
“I wrote what you said,” she said.
“Good.” Miller walked over. “Let me see it.”
Karen didn’t look at his face when he picked up the paper. She just braced herself so she’d be ready when she was grabbed. And he did, violently pulling her from the chair as he dropped the paper where she’d written “bullshit” to the floor. The paper was covered in one word written over and over: Bullshit.
“You fucking little bitch,” he said. “You’re going to be sorry you came here today.”
“I already am,” Karen said before delivering her second surprise as she drove the pen into Miller’s upper arm.
Miller screamed and spun around, his hand clutching the pen sticking out of the bloody wound in his arm. Karen took advantage of his being diverted to burst from the room and return to the last place she’d seen Ann Marie. She ran into the drawing room to find her friend sitting in the chair, crying, her mother standing over her.
Melissa Fales’ face registered instant shock when she saw her daughter’s friend. “What are you..? How…?”
Karen wasn’t about to answer. Besides, she knew herself well enough to know that if she were forced to remain in that beastly woman’s company one second longer she’d probably break her nose just as Ann Marie had done more than a month earlier on the compound.
“Come on.” Karen took Ann Marie’s hand and pulled her from the chair, ignoring the angry cries of Melissa Fales as she watched them go. As they ran past the drawing room, Ann Marie screamed as Miller barreled out, hot on their heels.
“Hurry!” Karen yelled, and they burst from the door and were almost to the truck when Ann Marie slipped and fell. Karen turned in time to see Miller rush to tackle her, but he didn’t get the chance. A figure emerged from behind the bushes and tackled Miller from the side. It took Karen a moment to realize it was Jake, who was rolling around now with the man as Clay emerged to pull Karen and Ann Marie to safety. For a moment, Karen worried that Miller would hurt Jake, or that he might have a gun, but if he did Jake Markum wasn’t allowing him to reach it.
Miller was on his back now, his face slammed from side to side by Jake’s fist.
“I think he’s had enough, ladies, don’t you?” Clay rushed over and pulled his friend off Miller who lay bleeding and moaning on the gravel.
“I’m calling the police!” Melissa Fales was screaming from the doorway.
“Don’t bother,” Clay said. “I already have.”
Ann Marie’s mother grew quiet, and her face grew pale as she looked down at Jarret Miller, whom she instantly claimed not to know when the police arrived. Only later would Karen, Ann Marie, Clay and Jake learn the truth – which was that Melissa Fales’ associate was wanted on multiple warrants that would put him back in jail. And this time, he would have company when, months later, Ann Marie’s mother was also convicted for kidnapping.
It would be a hard road for Ann Marie, but it gave her the closure she needed. And neither she nor Karen would ever forget the lesson their men taught them once they arrived back at the compound.
Chapter Twenty-One
Punishment for their deception took place in the barn, and the men decided that women who disobeyed together shouldn’t mind being spanked together.
“So who’s first?” Clay asked, his brawny arms crossed across his chest. Both Karen and Ann Marie looked furtively at one another, neither wanting to be first but both equally reluctant to be the first to witness the other’s chastisement.
“Clay,” Karen said, “is this really necessary?” Never before had she felt so small or so scared. Or so deserving of what was about to happen. She should have known how wrong things could go at the Fales’ house. She should have listened.
“Since we don’t have a volunteer, I’m going to pull one from the audience.” Jake stepped forward now and drug a struggling, whimpering Ann Marie across the floor to a stack of hay bales. Sitting down, he pulled her across his lap, ignoring her protests as he lifted the hem of her skirt. Ann Marie wore pink panties that hugged her shapely bottom. Karen felt deep sympathy for her friend, knowing full well that Ann Marie’s bottom would likely be several shades pinker within the next few minutes.
Ann Marie was still whimpering and already begging for mercy as her much larger and stronger husband restrained her in preparation for the spanking. For Karen, this represented one of the worst parts of being punished. The anticipation of what was coming was nearly as terrible as the chastisement itself, and she knew on this night for both of them the ordeal would be far worse due to the added humiliation the men were forcing them to endure.
With Ann Marie over his knee, Jake began to lecture. “Ann Marie Markum,” he began, “did I or did I not forbid you from taking that trip to your parents’ house?”
“You told me not to go!” she answered pitifully.
“Did you go anyway?” His big hand roamed her bottom as he asked, and Karen shuddered at how her friend flinched in dread anticipation at his touch.
“I did, Jake. But I’m sorry. You know I am!”
“Not as sorry as your going to be,” Jake replied, and raised his hand high before bringing it down in a stinging blow onto Ann Marie’s bottom.
Karen flinched as if she were the one who’d been hit and tried to look away, but Clay would not let her.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said, reaching down to grab her bottom in a hard squeeze. “You’re going to watch every moment of this, Karen, because you could have stopped it.”
Karen glanced up at him, her eyes filling with tears, and then forced herself to continue watching her friend’s chastisement. Ann Marie was crying in earnest now as Jake’s large hand leveled alternating spanks between the left and right buttock, working first on the highest part of the curve, down to the top of her thighs and up again on the other side.
Karen gasped when Jake pulled Ann Marie’s panties down, and looked up at Clay, her eyes imploring as she silently begged to be excused from watching. But Clay’s stern gaze made her realize that he would not relent in his decision.
Jake leaned down now and picked up a leather strap by his feet. Ann Marie, who had seen the strap from the corner of her eye, began to wail and beg, but Jake ignored her and began to stripe her backside with the implement as his wife’s cries turned to deep-throated sobs.
“Please, please, please ..,” Ann Marie wailed as Jake continued to apply the strap with devastating accuracy.
“Are you going to lie to me again?” he asked sternly.
Ann Marie’s cries of “no” were barely discernable through her cries, but Jake heard them and finally decided she’d learned her lesson.
“Stand up,” he said, hauling Ann Marie to her feet. When she tried to rub her searing bottom with her hands, Jake stopped her and marched her to the corner of the barn, where he forced her to stand in the corner, her welted, red backside on display.
Karen looked frantically at Clay. Would he make her do that, too? Her eyes were desperate with an unspoken plea for mercy. Never had she been so afraid of anyone, not even when she’d been in danger during her work on the police force. There was something worse about this situation; perhaps it was the fact that she knew she was wrong, and that – having submitted to Clay’s authority – she would have to accept whatever punishment he deemed necessary.
He’d asked her before taking her to the barn if she was prepared to accept his decision to spank her, telling her then that he and Jake had decided that both she and Ann Marie would be spanked together. And Karen, who felt terrible for putting herself and Ann Marie in danger, had replied that she was prepared, although she also admitted to being afraid. Now, as she stood before Clay, she realized just how much more afraid she could be. Clay lectured her before he put her over his knee, telling her how as a former cop, she should have known better, and how disappointed he was that she’d chosen to start their life together with lies and deceit.
As he spoke, Jake pulled Ann Marie from the corner and forced her to stand where Karen had stood moments earlier. Karen looked over at Ann Marie and realized when she did that her friend felt the same way she had when she’d realized she’d have to witness her punishment.
Closing her eyes, Karen answered, “Yes, sir,” softly to Clay as he asked her if she was prepared to take responsibility for her actions. But as he went to pull her over his knee, she felt her resolve give way.
“Please, Clay,” she began to cry. “Can’t we please do this privately?”
“No, Karen,” he said. “You know it has to be done this way. And you know why.”
Karen began to whimper in fear as Clay unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Her face reddened with the knowledge that Jake could see her panty-clad bottom, and when Clay began to pull her panties down she began to pull at his hands, desperate to keep them up.
“Hands down!” he barked, and Karen felt a stinging sensation on the back of her thighs that made her shriek. Turning, she caught sight of the switch but had no time to react before she felt the bite of it penetrate the skin of her right buttock.
“No!” she cried. “No, please Clay. No more!!”
Clay’s response was to target a dozen fiery snaps of the switch across Karen’s bottom, leaving red lines to bloom where the implement landed. Karen rocked back and forth and shrieked in pain as she desperately tried to put her hands behind her and shield her bottom. Within moments her cries had filled the barn, and Jake was having to hold his wife’s hands to keep her from covering her eyes and ears. When Karen’s bottom was covered with thin red weals, he dropped the switch and – borrowing a leaf from his friend’s book – continued to spank her with his hand. The individual lines screamed under the broad assault, and Karen bucked under this renewed pain.
She began to spew a litany of promises and pleas, vowing never to disobey again and swearing never to give Clay any reason to even scold her. But still Clay continued, tipping her forward on his lap now until the skin of her lower buttocks was stretched and vulnerable.
He focused his last dozen spanks on this most sensitive skin, delivering the smacks hard enough to leave the red imprints of his fingers on the sit spot,”where she’d be sure to feel it for days.
When he’d finished, Clay put Karen in the corner, where she cried out in genuine regret for what she’d done. But as always, she knew her fiancé only spanked her if she deserved it. She’d survived it. It was over. And she vowed as she stood there never, ever to give him a reason to punish her like that again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Do you mind if I borrow my fiancé?” Clay walked into the kitchen where Karen had just finished putting the last of her first batch of soap to dry. It had been two days since the joint punishment and both had been busy.
Karen looked up at him and gave a tentative smile. She still blushed with embarrassment when she thought about the humiliating punishment. She’d not been angry, though, just even more determined never do anything so foolish again.
“For you,” Clay said as he produced a bouquet of wildflowers from behind his back.
“They’re beautiful,” she said.
“Well, so are you.” He paused. It wasn’t a lie. Karen’s hair was swept up, a few tendrils framing her face. Her skin had deepened to a golden glow that brought out the blue in her eyes. His heart tightened at the sight of her. So did his jeans. “Let’s go for a walk.” He offered her his arm.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I need to pick up a few things from my house,” he said. They talked on the way about the soapmaking, the sheep, the other members. When they reached the steps, though, Karen noticed that he was staring at her face, as if expecting something. She was puzzled until he opened the door to his cabin.
“Oh my god…”
All of her belongings were in Clay’s house. Her grandmother’s quilt was over the back of the sofa, the vase she’d made in pottery class sat on the kitchen table. In the bedroom, her clothes were in the closet.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Clay said. “I just figured it was time to move you in.”
“We aren’t married yet,” she said. “It’s still several weeks away. What about that all-important image?”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about a lot. All the men have. At the last men’s meeting, in fact, we had a nice discussion about listening to our women. We aren’t doing enough of that. We think it will make us better leaders if we do.”
“I agree,” she said. “And I would love to move in with you. We can sleep in separate bedrooms if you want.”
“The hell you will,” he said. “In fact, when I said I was taking you for a long lunch, that’s what I meant.” Clay led her to the bed, kissing her as they went.
“Whatever do you mean?” she asked as he began to undo the buttons on the back of her simple dress as she kicked off her Keds.
“What I mean is that I don’t intend to wait a moment more before enjoying the body I’ve fantasized about since the day I was stupid enough to not take advantage of your initial offer.”
“I’m not wearing fancy underwear today,” she said.
“In a minute, you’re not going to be wearing any underwear.” Clay deftly removed her bra, and laid her back on the bed, kissing first one aching nipple and then the other before trailing a line of kisses lower as he peeled off Karen’s panties.
He moved up over her body.
“I want to make sweet, slow love to you,” he sai
d.
“Later,” she said. “We have a lifetime for that. Right now, I want you to make hot, passionate love to me. Because there’s something you should know about your future wife. She has a very strong sex drive.”
“Obviously,” Clay said, smiling as his fingers dipped down between her legs to emerge coated with her arousal. He put his fingers to her lips and Karen sucked them clean. The sight of it caused his cock to stiffen to the point of being painful. He could smell the musk of her arousal, and longed to lap the sweetness from her engorged pussy. But Karen’s slender hand was already around his cock, pulling him towards her heated core. And he was not about to deny her.
He plunged into her with a cry that joined hers. She was so hot, so tight, so wet. Karen wrapped her legs around him, loving the sensation of how his huge cock filled and stretched her. He began to pump into her as she met him thrust for thrust, her eyes locked onto his without shame or embarrassment.
Clay decided then and there that this little wanton was making him the luckiest man in Heartfield, not that they would ever know. Some things would remain private.
He reveled in the sensation of her tight walls as they clamped and pulsed rhythmically on his cock. She could feel his excitement build and found her own release just as he pumped wave after wave of cum into her.
They held onto one another for long moments afterwards.
“I love you, Karen Patterson,” he said. “I can’t wait to change your last name.”
“I love you, Clay Sanders,” she said. “I can’t wait to take your last name.”
He thought about their wedding night, so soon to occur. How would she react when he introduced her to the Heartfield training method? Would she resist when he filled her ass for the first time? Something told him she would not, and he knew this was something else to look forward to.
“How about you stay here and take the rest of the day off,” he said, taking her into his arms. “I think I’d like to make love to you. Again.”
