by Maggie Ryan
Anna blushed but evidently remembered his earlier statement about answering his questions because she spoke softly. "Your cock."
He was pleased and grinned as he looked at her. "Yes, my cock isn't always long and hard; otherwise I'd be rather uncomfortable in my pants." He watched as she flushed but nodded, continuing to stare at his groin. Richard felt his cock twitch and grinned even more broadly as Anna's eyes widened. Her eyes never left his cock as the length and girth grew, hardening as she watched.
"Oh my," she gasped, when it was once again fully erect. He walked to the bed and she blushed as his cock came closer and closer to her face. She turned away but he reached out and turned her to face him.
"This, my love, is what you do to me. Just looking at you, knowing how much I love you, how much I want to touch you, will always make my cock nice and hard for your sweet pussy. Don't be ashamed or frightened, this is what God made for us to share. Look at it." His voice was quiet but firm.
She not only obeyed, she reached out and touched him, wrapping her hand around him, moving it up and down his shaft. She had obviously remembered being made to hold him the previous night.
Richard groaned. "Oh Anna, my God, what you do to me." When she looked up and smiled, he said, "I'll teach you how to please me. You'll learn to use your hands and your mouth, as well. I have so very much to teach you, wife."
Anna might not know exactly what he meant but he knew he'd love educating her. He had explained why her tummy had tingled and why her body felt as if it was burning. Her face had been a lovely shade of pink as he'd explained that climaxes or orgasms were her body's gift, that they coated her cunny with cream, making it easier for him to fuck her. He had also made sure she had experienced several. He had whispered for her to cum for him again and again and she had very willingly obeyed. As she continued to stroke her hand up and down his cock, he pushed memories of the previous evening from his mind.
He groaned and reached down to remove her hand before lifting the covers away from her body, pulling her down onto the edge of the bed and raising her bottom with his hands. She spread her legs to wrap around his waist as he plunged into her. She gasped and shuddered as he claimed her again. At her first loud cry, she pushed her fist into her mouth to stifle the moans she couldn't contain. Richard didn't care about any noises; he just rode her hard and fast until he felt her clench around him.
"That's right. Cum for me, Anna, cum now," he ordered, rocking into her body. He felt her obey as her body arched and she cried out, her cunny gripping him like a vise as she contracted around his cock again and again, her cream flooding her pussy. He plunged deep and filled her again. As he bent over the bed, his heart pounding, his legs shaking, he heard her giggle.
"Funny girl," he moaned. "At this rate, we'll never get out of here."
Anna laughed loudly and then shrieked when he lifted her legs and slapped her bottom hard. "Now, get out of that bed and wash up. No more fooling around, wife of mine."
She giggled and was soon washing with her husband. Richard didn't give her a chance to be shy about being naked in the daytime. He simply gave her bottom another pat and told her to hurry and dress before he found need to bend her over the bed and take her again.
She dressed quickly, then picked up the brush and ran it through her hair. Richard stopped and simply watched her. He finally took the brush from her and ran it down the strands of fire. "I love your hair, Anna. It's like a molten river of fire, and the fire below in your sweet pussy will always warm my cock." He hoped she never lost the sweet blush that colored her cheeks when he spoke coarsely. He also hoped she would never stop quivering when he stroked her softly. Richard grinned and continued to brush her hair while she purred at his strokes.
He finally stopped, knowing that he could soon have her stripped and under him yet again. As he handed her the brush, he teased, "Make sure you pack that, young lady. It will be useful on both your beautiful head, as well as that naughty bottom." He chuckled as Anna shoved the brush into her carpetbag, the last item she had to put into the wagon.
Richard smiled at her and took the bag from her hands. Going to the door, he opened it, turning to guide his wife from the room. He turned to see her looking back. When she glanced across to him, he could see unshed tears in her eyes and knew she was thinking she'd never again see the room in which she'd grown up—but he also hoped she was thinking about their lovemaking. She wiped her hand across her cheek and then smiled up at him. He bent to kiss her gently and they stepped through the door, leaving her childhood behind.
* * * * *
Breakfast was quickly finished and Anna was saying her goodbyes while Richard and John yoked the huge oxen. The covered wagon was fully loaded, and the canvas stretched across the wooden ribs looked fresh and clean in the morning sunlight. She knew it wouldn't look like this for long; Richard had talked about wagon trains and the months and months it would take to travel across the land. While she was sad to tell her family goodbye, her heart was pounding with excitement. Not only was she now a married woman, she was a real live pioneer!
After hugging and planting kisses on each of her brothers' cheeks, Anna turned to her sister. Margaret hugged her hard. "Annie, I'm going to miss you so much!"
Anna returned the embrace. "I'll miss you too, Maggie. Just think, you'll have the whole room to yourself now. Be a good girl and help Ma take care of the boys and Pa."
Margaret sniffed and wiped tears from her cheeks. "I will, I promise. Write to us when you can."
Anna promised, though she also warned her sister that the mail could take a long time to find its way home. She hugged and kissed her brothers, and then found herself wrapped in her mother's arms. Martha couldn't hold back her tears and Anna understood her Ma was sad to let the first of her babies go. Anna relished the comfortable, loving embrace and kept reassuring her that she would be fine, that Richard was a good husband, and that they would write when they could.
Martha finally stepped back and took a hard look at her daughter. "You are glowing. I can see the excitement in your eyes." Martha finally smiled. "I know you'll be fine, sweetheart. I'm guessing that Olivia may not have told you everything? You look so happy that you are about to burst."
Anna laughed and then whispered, "Ma, it was amazing. Is making love always so wonderful?"
Martha blushed and shushed her daughter, looking around as if to make sure they were not being overheard. Covering her mouth, she giggled. "Well, I've always thought so." Anna laughed a bit harder, her giggles only tapering off when her mother continued, "Just remember how you are feeling now when Richard has to lift your skirts and drop your drawers for a different reason."
Though she could feel her entire body flush, Anna managed to nod. Leaning forward, Martha gave her a last piece of knowledge, reaped from many years of a wonderful marriage to a strict, yet loving man. "No matter how much your bottom might burn when he is done disciplining you, I believe Richard is a man who will make sure to give you loving after care. Focus on the lessons you learn, my darling child, and you will be a very happy wife."
"I'll try, Ma," Anna promised. "I love you so much." The women parted on a very good and happy note. As Anna turned, she saw her father. He smiled and she went into his open arms.
"Oh, Annabelle, I'm going to miss you so much."
She teared up again. "I'll miss you too, Pa. Take care of everyone for me."
"I will, baby girl, I promise," John said quietly and then grinned. "Just make sure Richard takes care of you, as well." She blushed but laughed. John hugged her once more and then helped her up onto the high wagon seat. Anna swung her feet, as they didn't reach the floor of the wagon, and put on her bonnet, tying it securely under her chin. She gathered her skirts around her more tightly, making sure there would be plenty of room for Richard to sit. She looked down to see him shaking her father's hand and saw that he was also holding a package. Her attention was diverted when Martha suddenly remembered something and shouted at them to wait.
She ran into the house and returned with a large wicker basket; the same one Richard had bought at the picnic. As she handed it up to Anna, she said, "I almost forgot your lunch. I just packed up a few things so you don't have to worry about preparing anything today. Take care, and always remember, you are very much loved." Anna thanked her mother and put the heavy basket behind her into the front of the wagon.
"Paulie!" she cried, a bit startled to see his towhead pop up from beneath the quilt where she'd set the basket.
"I don't want you to go," the younger boy said forlornly.
"Oh, Paulie," Anna said softly. "I will always be here in your heart. When you are grown, you can always come visit."
"Promise?" Paul asked. "I need to give Richard another sling-shot lesson, you know."
"I'll look forward to that," Richard said, from where he was standing at the back of the wagon. "Until then, I promise I'll practice, and by the time you come west, maybe I can break more bottles than you."
Paul allowed himself to be lifted from the wagon. "All right, but remember, pick the good rocks."
Richard hugged the boy to him, ruffling his hair. "I'll remember." Then he finally climbed up and settled himself beside his bride. He grinned down at her. "Are you ready, wife?"
Anna hugged his arm. "Oh yes, husband, I'm ready!" They laughed together and he released the brake. Everyone shouted and waved until the wagon pulled into the road and was out of sight.
* * * * *
The young couple traveled for a few hours, towards the open plain where the wagon train was to meet. They saw some wagons off in the distance and Anna squealed with delight.
"Look!" she pointed towards two other wagons they saw as their own topped a small rise. "I can't wait to meet everyone. Do you think they'll like me?"
Richard laughed and pulled his wife close. "They'll like you, honey. Remember though, you'll be one of the youngest and least experienced. Just be patient and learn from the other wives and you'll be just fine."
Anna pouted. "I know how to be a good wife, I don't need more lessons. I've helped Ma for years and years."
Richard looked down at her and grinned. "You might know certain things, little lady, but believe me, you don't know everything—not by a long shot. Just relax and ask questions and be a willing pupil, the way you were last night."
She looked up at him, blushing a deep red as their lessons from the evening before leapt into her mind. She smiled shyly and whispered, "Um, okay, I'll try to be a good pupil."
He laughed out loud and squeezed her hard. "Be sure that you are, because you know what happens to naughty little girls, right?"
She blushed even deeper and didn't answer.
Richard was quick to remind her. "Are you to answer any questions I ask, Annabelle Rose Andrews?"
She smiled at the use of her new name and then remembered his instructions of the previous night. She blushed again. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" he asked.
She looked down at her lap and said quietly, "Yes sir, I'm supposed to answer you."
"Good girl. Now, what happens to naughty girls, Annabelle?"
Anna felt her cheeks turning red. She squirmed in her seat and whispered, "They get punished."
He nodded and bent to kiss the top of her bonnet. "That's right, they get their little bottoms spanked until they are as red as your pretty face is right now."
She felt her bottom clench and was quiet for several minutes. Looking at the wagons in the distance, she spoke again. "But, Richard, you can't spank me. I mean, won't there always be other people around?"
He chuckled and quickly squashed that hope. "Not only can I spank you, young lady, but believe me I will—and I don't care who is around. If you don't want your little fanny bared and spanked, then you just make sure you behave yourself."
Anna pulled away slightly and her pride took over. "But you can't do that. People will hear you and you'll make me cry. Pa never spanked me when other people—people not in our family—could hear. It would be too shameful!"
Richard pulled her back to his side and warned, "I'm not your Pa, Annabelle. I am your husband. Besides, I'm sure they'll be able to hear almost everything, sweetie. We'll all be living in rather close quarters and our walls are made of canvas, not logs. When I do punish you, it won't be easy; if they can't hear you getting your arse smacked and hear you crying hard and making your apologies, then I'll know I'm being too soft."
Anna blushed again and looked up at him. He gazed down at her and she saw that he was completely serious. She felt her backside clench again and swore she'd never feel his hand upon her in anything but love. She smiled up at him, finally relaxing into his side. Richard squeezed her tight and she felt secure and protected as the subject was dropped. Besides, she wasn't a naughty child any longer. She was a grown woman, a wife and a pioneer. Surely his promise would never need to be tested. While she had discovered the pleasure of being held on his lap, she had no expectation of ever being laid across it!
They finally reached the area where the train was congregating. It was early afternoon and Anna was ready to walk; her bottom and back were aching from the bouncing of the wagon seat. Not being able to brace her feet on the floor had caused her to bounce around even more. Richard chuckled as he lifted her down off the wagon and she groaned.
"Why don't you walk around a bit," he suggested as he reached up and took the feed bags out, fitting them over the massive heads of his oxen. "Just stay where I can see you and you can hear me. I need to check in with my men and make sure there haven't been any problems with the herd." He looked around and pointed to a wagon. "That belongs to my foreman. His name is James Blakemore. He and his family are traveling with us." After Richard had fed the team, he'd need to lead them to the stream to water and then stake them to graze while he unloaded everything. "I'll take you over and introduce you in a little while."
Anna nodded. Seeing wagons from a distance was different than seeing them up close. More and more were pulling in; men calling to their teams, dogs yipping underfoot. It was chaotic and she had no wish to become lost in the shuffle. She remained rooted to the same spot until she saw a woman climbing out from the back of the wagon Richard had indicated.
"Richard, may I go over now?" she asked.
Following her gaze, he nodded. "That's Charity, James's wife. Yes, you may go and introduce yourself. Just remember, either be at their wagon or ours. I don't want to lose you in this chaos."
Smiling, Anna approached the woman and saw that she had a baby in her arms. The woman looked to be about her own age, and smiled as Anna walked over to her.
"Hello, I'm Anna Mar—I mean, Anna Andrews. I just got married yesterday."
The young woman smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Anna. I'm Charity Blakemore and this is my daughter, Hope." Anna crooned over the adorable baby as she opened her eyes and smiled. "My husband, James is around here somewhere," Charity went on. "He said he's supposed to meet up with his new boss. Oh, wait, are you Mrs. Richard Andrews?"
Anna smiled. "Yes, Richard's my husband. Our wagon is right over there." She pointed, but didn't see Richard. "I think he is doing something with the team, but he seemed to know this was your wagon even before we saw you."
Charity nodded. "Yes, I guess he could tell by the branding."
"The what?"
"You know, the brand on the oxen. I must say, I've never seen such a pretty brand before."
Anna didn't understand but found the woman's giggle delightful, especially when baby Hope gurgled her agreement. "I guess I didn't pay attention," she admitted, "but it makes sense as most of the wagons do look alike."
"Well, I can't show you as James took the team, but the brand is a rose with the letters 'R' and 'A' in an arc above the flower. I asked James if he thought the cows minded having such a pretty brand instead of some old crossed arrows or just letters."
A smile lit Anna's face when she realized that Richard had used her middle name as his brand, along with their
initials. It was a beautiful gesture that touched her deeply. "I didn't realize, but I'll make sure to look at it when the team is hitched," she said.
Charity nodded. "I'm guessing it means something to you?" When Anna explained that Rose was her middle name, the other woman smiled. "It's obvious he loves you very much."
"I love him, as well." After a moment of silence, Anna looked around again. "I must admit, I didn't expect all this. I don't know if I should be terrified or excited."
"I suggest we be both," Charity said. "James told me this is only the third train to go west. Did you know it's called the Oregon Trail?" When Anna admitted that she didn't, Charity shared the few facts she remembered from when her husband had returned from his visit to the Andrews' ranch. "The first one was a few years ago, and was far larger than ours will be. James told me that thousands of heads of cattle were driven along with the wagons—of which there were hundreds. Can you imagine?"
Anna shook her head. Having not been able to even imagine dozens more wagons such as theirs, trying to picture hundreds made her head spin. "Richard said it will take months to get there—that is, if we don't have any major problems."
Charity nodded again. "I think between four and five months is the average. On a good day, we might travel fifteen miles or so. On a bad one, maybe not even ten. James said that since our train is smaller, with less stock to move and few wagons, it might go a bit faster." She adjusted the baby in her arms, smiling down at her daughter. "It sure is a long way, though. Little Hope is eight months old but should be walking by then. Isn't that amazing?"
Anna nodded and looked down at the young infant, the reality of the timeframe suddenly seeming far more real. "It will be an adventure."
The women chatted for a few more minutes until Hope began to fuss. "Well, the baby needs to be fed," Charity said. "I'm happy you came over and introduced yourself." She gave a soft giggle. "I'll admit I was praying you weren't some older woman who felt as though she constantly needed to give me advice."
