“Well, I appreciate you sayin’ so, Mags, but I heard her yellin’ along with the two of you just a few minutes ago. Over my knee, darlin’.”
Soon, Trent was spankin’ Abby’s drawers, matching the pace Wes had set. The room reverberated with the sounds of their spankings—Libby had begun to cry out with each hearty smack—and I couldn’t help but wonder when my time would come. I almost wished it would, so it could be over with. I raised my eyes to look at Clay, who I found looking right back at me. His expression was unbearably stern and now that he’d caught my eye, I couldn’t look away. He held my eyes and saw every grimace as I listened to the pair of them get spanked.
Finally, he took mercy on me—what a funny thing to call it!—and walked toward the last chair. I was on my feet before he had a chance to call me over and put myself over his lap without a word, grateful to avoid those severe brown eyes. I could hardly bear it when he was angry with me, even though I knew he had a right to be.
Even though I’d been expecting it, I still wiggled on his lap when I felt him lift my skirts. And then he did something neither of my brothers had done—he untied my drawers and slid them open, revealing my bared backside to the cool, crisp air in the room and anyone who cared to glance over.
“But Clay—”
“Shush. You’ve done let that mouth of yours run away with you today, don’t make matters worse.”
I didn’t see how I possibly could, but I dutifully shut my mouth.
“Besides which, since your brothers have had a head start, I figure this way, things’ll even out.”
From the very first swat, he had me crying out, though whether it was from the pain or embarrassment, I couldn’t rightly say. He spanked too fast for me to even get settled properly over his lap. Every swat landed fast and hard, and I jostled with the impact of them.
“Stay still,” he growled, having to reposition me once again. When he began anew, his palm stung my bottom even more than before.
I could feel my cheeks warming under the attack of his hard hand and I was sure that I was blushing just as hot. Though I’d known for some time that Wesley spanked his wife, I’d never thought to see it for myself! And Abby, poor Abby—if her bottom felt anything like mine did right now, I didn’t know how I’d forgive myself. We never should have let her be dragged into our fight.
A hard spank landed on my upper thigh and I cried out in surprise. Clay sure did have a mean spanking hand. He wasn’t letting up even a bit as he rained spank after spank down on my tender bottom. In no time, the tears came, coursing down my cheeks as I sniffled over his lap. Even then, he didn’t slow down. I began to wonder if he ever would.
My bottom felt like I’d shoved it right into a fire, it was so hot. As I cried out with each lick, I suddenly realized I was the only one. Yes, I could hear the girls sniffling, but they weren’t crying out. They were no longer being spanked. I turned my head and caught sight of Libby, watching me, and my cheeks flamed with the shame of it. I quickly dropped my eyes to the floor, but just because I couldn’t see her eyes on me anymore didn’t mean I didn’t feel them.
I bit down on my lip, hard, to keep from pleading with my husband to stop. It would only serve to humiliate me further. It was a hard battle to fight as he tanned my hide. By the time he stopped, I was sure I’d never sit comfortably again.
When I’d settled down, I chanced a look back up and saw Libby standing. I’d been so thoroughly embarrassed that I didn’t care anymore, and I watched and waited. Even though Clay’s punishing hand had stopped smacking my bared bottom, he hadn’t let me up and I didn’t know quite what to make of it. Checking my other side showed me that Abby too was still face-down over Trent’s lap.
Just then, I caught sight of Wesley walking back into the room and drew my breath in sharply when I saw what he had brought with him. It was a wooden maple hairbrush that had once belonged to my mother. I would have recognized it anywhere. I squirmed on Clay’s lap, tears welling in my eyes anew at the thought of that hard wood striking my backside.
I closed my eyes against the tears and heard the sounds of Wesley sitting back down. When I heard a rustle of petticoats I assumed Libby had put herself back over his lap.
“I don’t think I have to tell you how disappointed I am in your behavior, Libby. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I’m gonna do my darndest to paddle it out.” With that, a thudding smack filled the room again and again.
I winced each time I heard it land against her flesh, already feeling the sting as though it were my backside on the receiving end. Before long, Libby was sobbing pitifully as the paddling continued. I remembered all too well how much sting that brush could lay on a bottom.
When I felt Clay reach over, I stiffened, knowing Wesley would be passing the brush to my husband. I squeezed my bottom cheeks together, as though that could shield them from the punishment he intended, and prayed that it would be over soon. But to my surprise, he let me lay over his lap, waiting in consternation for the paddling I knew was coming.
I couldn’t help myself any longer and raised my head to look up at him. I could see the brush in his hand, looking mighty intimidating, and I wondered what he was waiting for.
When he saw my eyes on him, Clay cleared his throat and began to scold. “What exactly did you think you were doing raising your voice in front of all those people?”
Wisely, I kept silent. I knew it wasn’t a question he intended me to answer.
“We’ve discussed unladylike behavior before and I thought I’d made my feelings on that clear. I hate that you have to have another lesson so soon, but you haven’t left me much choice.” His voice, heavy with disappointment, made me wince as much as the scolding words. “Not only were you actin’ like a child, but you were squabblin’ with your sisters. You know better’n that.”
“They’re not my sisters,” I muttered. I regretted the words as soon as they’d left my mouth, but I’d thought I’d spoken low enough as to not be heard. The heavy smack that landed on my behind, sending pain shooting throughout my bottom, showed me that I was mistaken.
“You want we should add backtalk to the list?”
“No, sir,” I whimpered, though the next swat that landed made me think he already had.
“They’re like to be the only sisters you’ll ever have and you should treat them accordingly.” With that, the spanking began in earnest. He took his time, applying one smarting smack and letting me feel the full effect of the swat as the pain traveled throughout my sore cheeks before he laid another spank on the other cheek, equally as hard.
He had me right where he wanted me; I was helpless over his lap, unable to do anything but take the punishment for as long and as hard as he intended to give it. By the fifth swat, I was regretting having ever opened my mouth when we found Libby. By the tenth, I had tears streaming down my cheeks and was sobbing into his lap. My bottom was throbbing to the point of becoming numb, something I prayed would happen soon.
It hurt so badly that it took me some time to realize that the spanking had ended. I only knew for certain when I felt Clay adjust my clothing so that my bottom was covered once more. Even so, he still kept me in place over his lap. When I felt him shift, I knew he must be handing the brush to Trent. My heart twisted painfully in my chest at the thought of Abby hurting this badly, especially when she hadn’t done a thing to deserve it.
“Wait!” I cried out, struggling to sit.
“Shush, Maggie,” Clay ordered, smacking my behind soundly.
“No, please, Clay. Please, I have to tell Trent…”
“Tell me what, Maggie?”
“D-don’t sp-spank her with that brush, Trent. It’s awful and she didn’t—it’s not her fault. Libby and I were fussin’ and… Abby just tried to get us to stop.”
“She’s his wife, he will punish her as he sees fit,” my husband told me sternly.
“But she’s right,” I heard Libby say. “Abby didn’t do anything wrong.”
“What do
you have to say about this, Abby?”
I held my breath, wondering how she’d answer. Really and truly, she hadn’t done anything wrong other than follow my lead. But if she mentioned Libby leaving and my insistence that we follow, we’d be in worse straits than we were now.
“I’m not tryin’ to get out of a spanking the girls got.”
I felt my heart clench tighter. She really was too good to me—to us. She deserved better sisters than the pair of us and then and there, I vowed to be better for her sake.
“But Abby—”
“Shush, Libby,” I heard my brother rebuke her.
“Based on what the girls have said, here’s what I’m gonna do. Libby and Maggie each got twelve licks, I’m gonna give you two, as a reminder.”
It wasn’t what I’d hoped for, but it was much better than listening to her get a paddling and know that I hadn’t done anything to stop it.
Abby gasped loudly with each swat, but Trent made quick work of it. When the final swat landed, I felt Clay helping me sit up.
“Go apologize to your sisters,” he said firmly at the same time Wesley said, “Time to make amends.”
I stood and stepped away from my husband, my bottom still stinging. I turned toward Libby, who was already walking toward me. I saw she was limping a bit and knew the burn in her behind was surely just as fierce as my own. “I’m sorry,” I said.
At the very same moment, Libby was saying, “Please forgive me.” She held out a hand and I reached for it.
I embraced the other woman, sniffling all over again. “I didn’t mean what I—”
“No, it was my fault. I never should have said… but I didn’t mean it that way, Maggie, you have to believe me. I would n-never—”
“I know. I was just so caught up in my own sadness, I didn’t stop to think.”
“Don’t apologize for that, it’s not your fault.”
“Let’s not ever fuss again,” I declared, hugging her tighter.
“Let’s not,” she agreed.
I turned at that moment to see Abby standing on the outskirts, wringing her hands. With a smile, I pulled her into our little circle and soon we were all hugging and crying at once. “I always wanted true sisters,” I said tearfully.
“Me too,” Libby seconded.
We didn’t have to wait for Abby’s answer—it was clear in the way she held on tightly that she too had found the sisters she never expected to have.
* * *
The minute we got home, my husband ushered me into the bedroom. He made short work of undressing me until I stood before him without a stitch of clothing, his eyes drinking me in hungrily.
“I want you,” he said without preamble.
Despite my sore backside, I felt my sex responding to the need in his voice. Would I ever tire of him wanting me so much? I thought it unlikely.
“Against the wall,” he ordered huskily.
“What?” I gasped.
“You heard me, woman. I need you, now. Go lean against the wall and spread your legs.”
As stunned as I was by the order, I didn’t need another lesson in obedience—I doubted my poor hiney could take another so soon. I braced myself against the wall, my fingers splayed tentatively, unsure of what Clay had in mind.
I felt him behind me just before he repositioned my hands. The next thing I heard was the sound of him shucking his pants. I was still mystified when I felt something poking me from behind. “What are you…”
“I’m goin’ to take you from behind.”
I was shocked nearly speechless at his announcement. I truly didn’t know what to make of it. Could it work that way? Would my bottom be able to make room for the long cock he possessed? “But Clay… can’t you do it the way you always do?”
“No, darlin’, I’m ‘fraid not. Bad girls don’t get to be pleasured after they’ve been spanked, but I still have needs for you to tend to. I’m goin’ to take you back here.” His finger stroked my back hole. “It’s gonna hurt a bit this first time, just like it did the first time we made love. But after that…”
As I felt him prodding insistently against my back hole, I whimpered in fright. I didn’t know how I could possibly hold still for what I was sure was going to be agony.
“Shh, darlin’. I’m gonna take good care of you, like always,” he whispered soothingly as he stroked my back. “I nearly forgot,” he murmured against my ear before his hand slid around and up my parted legs. Even though he’d said he wasn’t going to pleasure me, his fingers stroked my pussy and I moaned, pushing my bottom out to give him easy access. He stopped his caresses all too soon, by my way of thinking, and when he pressed his fingers to my back entrance, they were slick and wet with my juices.
He was right, it was a little painful as he first worked a finger in and out of my tight pucker. “Relax, my darlin’ girl.”
The endearment was all I needed to do as he’d instructed—as best as I could, anyhow. Still, as his finger worked in and out, the feeling of pressure began to ebb until I felt my thighs slickening with damp, feminine lust.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were close to enjoyin’ this,” Clay said huskily in my ear.
“Close,” I admitted, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Well, I reckon I can forgive you this once.” The familiar teasing was back in his voice and it helped me relax the rest of the way. When Clay added another finger, I groaned, steadying myself against the wall. The pain was all gone now and I was starting to enjoy the ebb and flow of an entirely different brand of pleasure when suddenly, he pulled his fingers out. “I’ma give you a moment to catch your breath.”
I nodded, still gasping and enjoying every burst of cool air that hit my lungs. “I don’t know if I can—”
“Shh, ‘course you can. I’ll be careful, and if it’s too much for you, I’ll stop, but I’m to be the judge of that, y’hear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He gave my bottom a gentle pat, but even that slight touch to my red rump made me draw my breath in sharply. From the way he chuckled, I strongly suspected that it was just the reaction Clay had been looking for.
I felt his hard cock pushing at me again, seeking entrance into my tight hole.
“Don’t tense up, sweetheart. Relax your bottom. There, like that, good.” Without another word, Clay thrust his way in, leaving me moaning and gasping all at once. “Shh, Maggie. I’ma take good care of you, I swear it.”
With that, he began thrusting, slowly at first, then with more vigor. Each time he slammed into my backside, the heat he’d put there earlier was ignited. I groaned and cried out more than once as he punished me with each thrust.
I could tell that he was enjoying it, which enabled me to endure it. If we tried again when I hadn’t already gotten a blisterin’, I was sure I would enjoy it better, too.
Clay let a hand snake up my belly, stopping it to rest on my breast. He pinched my nipple between two fingers, and when I arched my back, he lowered his mouth to nibble my throat. All the while, he was thrusting hard, searching for his climax. When it came, I felt him shuddering with release, and the next thing I knew he was pulling me on to the bed. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily and I snuggled into him, spent.
I fell asleep almost the instant I closed my eyes. When I awoke, I opened my eyes groggily and peered at Clay, who was getting dressed.
“Howdy, sleepyhead. I ‘spect you should see to dinner.”
“Oh, that’s right,” I said, stretching. “Alright.”
“See if you can’t tidy up the bedroom while you’re at it,” he winked.
I looked around and saw our clothing strewn across the floor, and of course, now there was the bed to remake, too. “Yes, of course.”
“Oh, I nearly forgot in all the excitement.” His eyes gleamed at me and I knew exactly what excitement he referred to. “I’ve got you a present.”
“A present?” I furrowed my brow. “Why, whatever could it be?”
&n
bsp; “It’s from your brother, actually.” He reached over to the bureau and pulled something out of the saddlebag that he kept hidden behind his back until he reached the bed. Then he held it out to me and I jumped back with a little yelp. It was my mama’s hairbrush. “He thought you might want to have it.”
“How very kind,” I remarked drily.
“I thought so. You be sure to thank him next time you see him, hmm?”
Chapter Nine
It was three days since the disastrous town fair—hopefully people had stopped talking about our little squabble—and the bruises were just beginning to fade from my bottom. I could sit, but it still wasn’t comfortable, so I tended to find ways to keep busy and sleep on my belly at night. The only thing I couldn’t get around was supper—Clay expected his wife to eat with him, and that meant sitting on a hard wooden chair. But I endured it, determined not to disobey him with the consequences so fresh in my mind.
I was outside hanging the wash to dry and humming to myself. It was a beautiful day, all bright blue sky and a cool breeze. Springtime was my favorite time of year and it looked like the cold was finally ready to give way to the warmer weather. There were a few new spring flowers swaying in the breeze and their scent wafted toward me, making my task quite a happy one.
The first time I felt dizzy, I ignored it, thinking I was just tired. I kept my fingers busy and was hanging a heavy sheet when the sensation hit me again, nearly knocking me off my feet. My head was spinning and I was unsteady. I slid down to the ground, clutching the sheet to my chest and trying to catch my breath. If I just rested a moment, surely it would pass.
“Maggie? What are you doing on the ground?”
I turned at the sound of my husband’s voice, but my vision swam as he approached. “I… I’m not sure. I’m just feelin’ a bit faint is all, it’ll pass.”
“A little faint?” he echoed, his voice dubious. “Come on, let’s get you to the house.”
“No, the laundry, I—”
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