by Joannie Kay
"Release Katie," he heard another female voice say in steely determination. After a moment’s hesitation, he threw the blonde
to the ground spooking Bridget’s mount in the process. Bridget
fought to control the horse and keep her seat while trying to
avoid trampling Katie. Aswell raised his gun to shoot, but before
he could do so, a shot rang out loud and clear, and Aswell
clutched his heart in surprise, and then fell to the ground, dead.
"Papa!" Katie moaned, and then ran as fast as she could to reach his side, Will right behind her. "You’re alive!" she cried.
"Just a scratch, little girl," Adam reassured her, then winced when she pressed her kerchief against the wound to stop the
bleeding. "Didn’t stop me from dealing with Aswell, now did it?"
he said mildly, reaching up to brush the tears off her face. "Did he hurt you, honey?"
"No," she answered, trying not to cry as Patrick put his hand on her arm and drew her to her feet so he could hug her
comfortingly.
Will’s blue eyes fasted on his wife, "What in hell are you doing out here?"
"Evening up the odds," she met his gaze unwaveringly.
"I know two little girls who are in for a spanking," Patrick stated firmly.
"You can fuss later, Patrick. We need to get Papa home so
Mama can fix his wound."
*****
"How DARE you keep something like this from me, Adam
Bishop?" Rachel scolded sharply, even though her hands were
gentle as she dressed her husband’s wound.
"I dared because I knew darn well and good that you would have butt your pretty nose right smack in the middle of things and
there’d be three little girls needing a spanking instead of two," he replied.
"Adam!" Rachel was embarrassed. "The children…!" she whispered.
"I won’t tolerate that sassy tone of yours, Rachel. Never have, never will," Adam replied firmly.
"Bridget nudged Will with her elbow, "Now I see where you get it!"
"Pa’s right. You and Katie both deserve a good spanking, and I guarantee you’re going to get one," Will said without apology.
"Will, that isn’t fair," Katie spoke up. I asked Bridget to help!"
"And your fanny is going to pay the price, too, Sugar," Patrick gave her a warning smack.
"Adam… do something!" Rachel bossed. "Katie and Bridget were trying to help. I don’t think either of them deserves to be
punished for that. And, I will be most upset if they are!" she uttered the last while giving her son and future son-in-law looks
promising the worst retribution she could manage.
"Rachel, honey, if my shoulder wasn’t hurting so darn bad right now, I’d take the both of them over MY knee. They put
themselves in danger. One of us could have shot them by
mistake since we had no idea whatsoever they were out there.
And then, there is the matter of eavesdropping… I trust Patrick
and Will to do a thorough job of imprinting that message on their
backsides, and I suggest you keep your peace on the subject, or
we’ll be discussing that… irregardless of this shoulder," he spoke decisively.
"Papa!" Katie pleaded.
"Patrick, I think there is plenty of time to deal with my daughter before the Sheriff gets here?" Adam spoke directly to the tall redhead.
"Yes, Sir, I think you are right," Patrick nodded, then took Katie’s hand and pulled her over to a chair.
"No! Patrick! Not here in front of everyone!" Katie protested, but soon found herself face down over her fiancé’s lap.
"Will…!" Bridget turned to plead with him to intervene, but to her shock, she found herself hoisted over one broad shoulder to
dangle over his back like a sack of feed. "Put me down!" she hissed angrily.
"Excuse us. Think my sister would appreciate some privacy if
Patrick intends to do a thorough job of it… Know my wife would
rather not be bared in front of everyone."
Bridget cursed, and smacked Will’s back as he carried her up the
steps and into his old bedroom. "I cannot believe you would treat me so despicably, Will Bishop!! I was trying to keep you from
being killed!"
"You put your life in danger… again… and I can’t believe you’re wearing britches… again!" he scolded her. "Thought your
backside was still sore?" he asked lightly, dropping her on the bed.
"It is!" Bridged assured him, scooting to the other side and jumping to her feet. "Oh, Will… Please don’t spank me again! I really don’t think I can stand it!" She didn’t like the look in his eyes at all.
"What the hell did you think would happen, little girl, when you put on those pants and put yourself smack into the middle of
things??"
"Damn it, I was afraid you would be killed, and so I helped you the only way I knew how!" she argued heatedly. "You don’t credit me with any sense whatsoever! I’m good with a gun, Will Bishop.
And I’ve been wearing pants for years. I like pants. And,
furthermore, I think you are just carrying this too damned far! I
am not a child!"
"No, you aren’t a child… And it’s time you stopped acting like one. If I’d wanted you in the middle of that mess, I would have
asked for your help. You should have shown more sense, wife."
"If I hadn’t been there you would have been killed! So would your father… and my brother!"
"Did it occur to you that your being there put al of us in more danger? The minute Aswell got his hands on Katie, we were
helpless."
"I took care of Aswell!"
"Pa took care of Aswell… You just scared the hell out of me! And this defiant attitude is just earning you a harder tanning," he promised.
"You just try it, Mister, and I’m going to shoot you!" Bridget unwisely threatened him, and watched his blue eyes flash as he
put his hands on his hips to glare at her across the bed.
Will couldn’t believe Bridget’s temerity in threatening him. Did
she honestly expect him to let her get away with it? "You’ve just bought yourself a whole lot of trouble, little girl," he finally stated.
"You take off that gun belt right now."
Bridget shook her head "no". "I’m not going to let you spank me, Will! I just won’t!" she turned her chin up stubbornly.
"You have five seconds, then I’m coming after you," he stated, taking off his hat and throwing it across the room.
Bridget chewed on her lower lip as she watched him unfastened
his own gun belt and then he tossed dropped it on the table
beside the bed. He wasn’t armed, and he had to know she could
never shoot him down in cold blood, but still, it wasn’t fair that he was trying to make her back down.
"Your five seconds are up, little girl, and the only way you’re going to stop me from pounding your ass so hard you won’t be
able to sit for a month of Sunday’s is if you shoot me dead."
"Will! No!" she protested when he stepped up on the bed and crossed it in two strides to step off right in front of her. "I’ll take it off," she whispered, her legs barely supporting her.
Will watched as her trembling fingers slowly undid the buckle
and the heavy holster slid from her slender hips. She handed it
to him, and Will walked around the bed to place the gun with his,
before turning to face her. "Come here, little girl."
"I don’t want to, Will. I’m already sore," she tried to reason with him. "I’m sorry I threatened you," she whispered.
"You will be even sorrier in a little while," he promised. "Bridget, if I have to come over there and get you, I promise you will more
than regret it."
> "I already regret it, Will," she insisted, unable to make herself move. "I real y don’t want you to spank me here. Can’t you
please wait until we get home?" she begged.
Will was through debating the issue. He rounded the bed, and
took Bridget’s arm and pulled her over to the bed. Within
seconds his hand was falling repeatedly on the seat of her pants.
"This is for defying me, Mrs. Bishop. I won’t have it!" he scolded.
Bridget kicked and twisted, and tried to free herself, but her
husband was very upset with her and fully intended to prove his
point. Finally, she went limp and just accepted the fact he was
going to spank her until he was through.
Will’s hand was stinging by the time he stopped, and Bridget was
crying real tears. "Do you think you can obey me now, little girl?"
he asked quietly.
"Yes," Bridget replied, then reached back to rub her backside when he stood her on her feet.
"No rubbing," he scolded, the nodded in satisfaction when she stopped immediately.
"Do you remember the promise I made you the last time you
wore pants?" Will questioned, and watched her lovely green
eyes fill with horror as she nodded. "I intend to do a good job of this, young lady," he said firmly as he stood and slid the belt from his pants, "Since this is the third time you’ve been punished for the same thing. I will not permit you to defy me and get away
with it."
Bridget wanted to run when he folded the belt over and doubled
it. Her poor bottom was already burning, and still so sore. She
didn’t know how much more she could take… "Please, Will, I am so sorry. I’m already sore… I won’t do this again," she promised, hoping he would believe her.
"You said that the last two times," Will reminded her. "Come here, Bridget, and let’s get this fire started."
Bridget was already crying, but she knew better than to argue.
She walked over to his side, and then put herself over his left
thigh and the bed, her poor bottom in the position he wanted.
Will raised the belt and brought it down across her cheeks and
the backs of her thighs until her pleas were incoherent. "Are you ready to take these pants off and leave them off?" he finally asked?
"Yes!" Bridget gasped.
"I want to be sure," he insisted, giving her another twenty lashes before lifting her to her feet. "Take them off now, Mrs. Bishop, and leave them off!"
"I won’t wear them again, Will, I promise," Bridget sobbed as she quickly removed her boots, and then the pants.
"Take off your drawers, too," Will ordered. He waited until she was bared from the waist down, and then put her in the corner.
"You’re going to spend some time here thinking about the risk you took tonight, little girl. When I call you to me, you will get your hairbrush and bring it to me. Once that is over, then you’ll
get the riding whip for risking your life again."
"It’s at home!" Bridget reminded him.
"It’s in my bag, wife. I didn’t really think I would need it, but seems like it was a good thing I brought it along."
Bridget stood in the corner and cried. She was already so sore
that she didn’t see how she could tolerate any more spanking.
But, threatening her husband was a big mistake, and in
retrospect, she could understand why the men were so upset
with her and Katie for following them. They had made things
more dangerous for them, even though their intentions had been
good. When Will told her to come to him, she slowly walked to
the dresser and picked up her hairbrush, then crossed over to
where Will sat on the bed.
"Do you have anything to say, Bridget?" Will asked, promising himself that he was going to be patient with her. Her poor bottom
was a brilliant red, and she had welts on top of the bruises from
the last punishment she’d received a few days ago.
"I’m sorry, Will. Our intentions were good, but if we hadn’t been there, you and Patrick would have handled it just fine. We just
added to the problem."
He hadn’t expected her to admit to that, but nodded. "You
deserve a good tanning for it, little girl." She bowed her head, and he felt like a heel for making her cry again. "I’m not going to let you off, Bridget, because I love you, and because I want you
to think the next time. I don’t enjoy inflicting pain on you… but
this is what you can expect each and every time you act without
thinking."
His hands were gentle as he put her over his knee again, and
Bridget quickly realized he had no intention of sparing her
bottom, no matter how sorry she was. The brush fell on her
bottom until she was sobbing, and then Will moved pillows to the
side of the bed, and told her to kneel over them. He wanted her
bottom up high.
Will opened his bag and found the small whip. He didn’t think it
was going to take very many strokes to make his point. Bridget’s
butt was flaming, and she wasn’t going to be sitting at all for a
while. "I expect you to count them, little girl. The number you get depends on how well you stay in position. Move and I’ll start over until I’m satisfied you will obey me." He paused for a moment, and then added, "I want to be thanked for each one."
Bridget gasped at the first fiery stroke across her flaming cheeks.
"One, Sir. Thank you, Sir," she dutifully reported. The second stroke was just as bad, and she cried out in pain… "Two, Sir.
Thank you, Sir," she managed to whisper. The small leather
whip sliced through the air again, and it was all she could do to
stay in position. It hurt so much! "Threeeeeeeeee… Sir, Thank you, Sir…. Oh Please, Will… no more!" she begged.
Will steeled himself to continue, and gave her a fourth, then a
fifth. She barely managed to take them, and he knew she was at
the end of what she could handle… He knew HE was at the end
of his limits, too. Taking a deep breath, he said kindly… "We’re almost done, Bridget. You’ve done well. The last five will be
quick, and I’ll count them for you." He wrapped his arm around her to hold her steady, and gave her five rapid strokes, which left her sobbing.
Bridget cried herself to sleep in Will’s arms, and never even
realized when he helped her out of the rest of her clothing and
laid her gently on her stomach, then covered her with a cool
sheet.
*****
Bridget smiled through her tears as Patrick kissed his new bride
with love and pride. She was so happy for him, to find another
love in the vivacious Katie, and was so happy to know that Katie
would be living close by and that she and Will would see a lot of
her. Bridget was so busy smiling at the other couple that she
didn’t realize at first that the guests were all still seated, and that Patrick and Katie were moving to one side.
Will approached Bridget and took her hand, and moved her to
the spot just vacated by her brother and Katie, then said,
"Bridget, everyone here knows that our wedding was a lot
different than Katie’s and Patrick’s. You were an unwilling
bride… and I wasn’t a very happy groom." He gently caressed
her cheek, then said, "I’ve fallen in love with you, and I hope you love me enough to agree to marry me again, here and now, in
front of both of our families. Are you willing to do this, Bridget?
Will you marry me again?"
Bridget nodded happ
ily, her eyes full of happy tears. "Yes, Will…
Oh yes!"
The minister performed another service, and when it was all
over, Will took her in his strong arms and kissed her lovingly.
That night in their bed, Bridget snuggled in his arms and
murmured, "I had no idea you were planning that, Will. Or that Katie and Patrick knew beforehand and agreed to share their
special day. It was such a considerate thing to do," she sighed contentedly.
"Surprised all our folks, too," Will chuckled.
"Do we get to have another wedding night?" Bridged giggled, then kissed him seductively.
"That’s the best part of all," Will assured her.
The End…
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter 8
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
