God, he forgot how dramatic women could be some days. He’d meant for it to be upsetting, but he sure didn’t mean for her to nearly vomit from crying. And now her mother, who’d be getting paddled instead of her daughter at this rate, was glaring at him again.
“Don’t you think that’s too long, Angus?” She whispered it as if her child had somehow gone deaf from all her crying.
“No. No, I don’t. The child needs to find this painful. She stole marbles because she wanted to play with them. The logical punishment is to not allow her to play marbles. It’ll make the lesson sink in.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “But, if you like, I suppose I could get my paddle and turn her little backside red. Would that be a better solution for you?”
“No! That’s not what I meant! I just—” She turned her back to him, and now it was his turn to whisper to her.
“You just what, Mrs. Warren? You want to have that paddle applied to your little ass instead? Because that’s where you’re headed at this rate. She ain’t going to die from lack of playing with marbles, and she needs it to be a painful lesson. And to be perfectly honest, I just don’t have the heart to do anything more.”
She turned, looking at him relieved that he didn’t want to be more strict with her little girl. “I thank you for that, Angus. I wouldn’t want you to do anything more either. She’ll be fine. It’ll be a good punishment. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
“The snapping at me was bad enough, but what has me upset is that you did all of this in front of the girls. We’ll be talking about it more later.” He lifted Rose out of her mother’s arms, putting her on the ground. “That’s enough of that, Rose. You’re a big girl. Dry your tears and take your punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” She wiped her face with the sleeve of her dress.
He took Rose’s little hand in his, as he walked down the road with his new family. His wife took his other hand, and they made their way back to the wagon — and his tent.
Chapter Twelve
Later in the evening after dinner and the girls had been put to sleep, Angus pulled her into a bear hug, whispering in her ear. “Go inside. Take everything off and stand facing away from the entrance.”
“But—” She quickly looked to see if anyone had overheard, her hand going to her throat, her pulse pounding so hard it made her dizzy.
“Now, Clara!” He growled it more than he spoke it, and her feet moved immediately. She entered the tent, feeling anxious and... concerned.
Is this because of my sassiness this morning? In front of the children?
He had said that he’d discuss it later with her, but having heard nothing else all day and everything seeming normal again, she assumed he’d changed his mind and relented. Suddenly, the urge to empty her bladder had become overwhelming. She could go out and ask, but he’d probably see that as trying to avoid her punishment. Better to use the chamber pot than raise his ire any further.
Her knees shook a little as she took her dress and undergarments off. She’d only had one punishment with Angus, and had hoped it’d be the last. Angus could be so sweet, like he’d been with Rose earlier in the day. He’d been stern enough to bring her to tears but once the discussion had ended, things were right back to normal.
That is until evening came around and it was time to play marbles. Nelly and Angus had laid on the ground pulling out the bag and dumping the shiny colored glass balls onto the ground.
“You go first, Nelly.”
She’d put her face close to the ground trying to find the best angle to send the blue marble into the pile. She flicked it with her thumb, just as Angus had shown her and when she kicked out some of his marbles, he shouted, “Oh man, Miss Nelly, look what you did? You’re gonna pay for that, you know it, right?”
Nelly giggled, rolling onto her back, holding her belly, obviously delighting in Angus’s loss.
A little sob from a heartbroken Rose had been heard above the giggles though.
Angus cleared his throat. “Rose Louise, do you need a lesson on how to take your punishment in silence?”
“I don’t think so, Sir,” she said quietly amidst her continuing sobs. “I’m just… so sad.”
“I see that — and hear it too.” He looked at Clara, giving her a look that said, ‘don’t you say a word.’ He regarded her in silence a moment longer, then continued, looking back in Rose’s direction. “You need to sit quietly and think about why you ain’t playin’ marbles tonight, instead of feeling sorry for yourself. This was your doing, and you need to take responsibility for your choices.”
She’d jumped up from the ground, her face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not going to watch, and I don’t care that you guys are playing!” She turned to stalk off, not realizing that Angus anticipated her reaction.
He’d grabbed her by the waist, picking her up and walking back to where she’d been sitting, giving her a swat to her bottom and firmly putting her back in her spot. “You are going to watch. And you’re going to do it quietly and without attitude. If you don’t, you’ll be sent to bed with another couple swats to change your attitude.”
Rose’s eyes had been large and tear-filled. Clara felt bad for her but knew to not interfere after her outburst that morning. She’d swallowed loudly, her little chest hitching as she took a deep breath.
“You’ll do better to think about how you’ll behave in a store next time. It hurts to only be able to watch — I’m sure — but you’re a good girl. You can do this.” He’d kissed her on the forehead and went back to playing. Rose had sat quietly watching, every once in a while swiping at fresh tears, but overall was able to watch just as she’d been required to do.
When they were done, Angus went over to Rose, scooping her into his arms and sat down, holding her as he whispered and laughed with her for quite a while. He’d stroked her hair, tickled her, and kissed her forehead. Then they both sat quietly while he’d rocked with her, rubbing her back until she fell asleep, her head on his shoulder.
He’d required something that had no doubt seemed out of reach to Rose, but her obedience had been rewarded. As difficult as it must have been not to play marbles, the girl did as required, knowing what the reward was.
And now Clara stood with her bare bottom facing the flap of the tent, hoping he’d use discretion when he came in and not expose her to all the pioneers. The uncertainty of what would be happening had her belly flipping and her clit throbbing. It never made sense to her that her body always reacted sexually to this. Although it wasn’t cool outside — quite the opposite in fact — she found herself shivering in nervous anticipation.
It apparently was going to be harder than she thought to relinquish some of the control she had over her life and her children since Matt had passed. She knew Angus once had girls of his own, and knew her girls adored him, but when it came to handing Rose over to Angus and trusting him to do the right thing, it had been downright frightening. And then when she’d come back sobbing, Clara’s mind went wild, wondering what he’d done to her child, even though deep down inside she knew he’d been nothing but kindhearted with them.
Now, she’d be paying the price for her overreaction. But he’d understand her reluctance... wouldn’t he?
The canvas door whispered open behind her, and she looked over her shoulder, hoping he’d been discreet with exposing her nudity.
“Turn back around, bad girl.” He twirled his forefinger in a circle. She quickly faced forward, staring at the dirty, weather-worn canvas again.
“I just don’t want everyone to see—”
“I’m not baring your ass to the camp, I promise. Your only concern right now should be to obey what I say. Keep your eyes forward until I give you permission to turn around.”
“Yes, Sir.” She shuffled on her feet, feeling so unsure with this uncompromising man behind her. She heard the muffled sounds of fabric being moved, things being lightly tossed around. It sounded like he was making their bed. Then she smelled sulfur as matches were l
it, the familiar smell of melting candlewax. The tent lit up with the dim light of an oil lantern. She knew he liked to keep it low, preferring the muted light.
Then she heard more movement and a low sigh as he sat down in a chair. Silence. The tent had become quiet except for the occasional noise from the camp around them.
“Come here, bad girl.” She turned to find him sitting on the only chair in the room. She felt like one of her girls, unsure and small. She shuffled over to him, looking at his hands, thankfully finding no paddle or implement there. She looked around, the room filled with candles. He loved them, and she had to admit that they did lend the room a warm, romantic feel.
He grabbed both her hands, pulling her to stand in front of him between his knees. “You’re going to receive your first spanking as Mrs. Warren. Why are you getting this spanking?”
Well, no need to wonder anymore.
“I yelled at you in front of the kids—”
“And passersby,” he added.
She nodded, looking down. “Yes. I’m sorry. And I questioned what you did with Rose.”
“Yes, after you told me I had ‘no right.’ And you know better than to question what a punishment is in front of the kids.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m betting Matt didn’t allow that either.”
“No. I was to trust his judgment.” She bit her lip, wondering what exactly he intended to do.
“Speak what’s on your mind. I see you have something to say.”
“I just... it’s hard to trust someone new with the kids. I mean, you haven’t loved them since the day they were born, and I...” She didn’t know how to phrase it any differently.
“That’s true. But I’ve also had the terrible life experience of knowing what it’s like to love little girls, and then lose them both. I know how to regret things done and said, probably like no one else — except someone who has also lost a child. I know how to choose my actions and words with care and how to cherish life and love more than the next person.” He swiped at the tears that filled his eyes. “I’d never in a million years hurt your child — or anyone’s child, for that matter. You gotta trust me on this, Clara. I’ve come to love those girls, I’d take a bullet or an arrow for those girls without hesitation. Rose’s tears just about killed me this morning and again this evening. That’s why I cuddled her for so long. I don’t want her going to bed feeling neglected or unloved, even for a fraction of a second. Do you believe me?”
How could she not believe him. His heart had been on his sleeve the whole conversation. “I do believe you, Angus. I’m sorry. I guess I need a lesson on how to obey and submit to my husband.”
“I reckon you do.” He pulled her to stand on his right side. “I like seeing you like this. Your quim with that fluffy pelt and these beautiful breasts right here at eye level. How perfect.”
He leaned close, pulling her soft nipple into his mouth. His eyes closed as he sucked tightly on her, the nipples tightening under the warmth of his tongue. Her clit throbbed and she fought the urge to touch her pussy, hoping he’d stroke it for her instead. He moved to the other breast, nibbling and tugging on the tender flesh, while his hand squeezed the plump globe he’d just abandoned. Unable to restrain her hands, she slipped her fingers between the slick lips of her pussy, circling and sliding in her copious juices.
Angus released her, his lips making a smacking sound. “What do you think you’re doing, Clara?”
She extricated her fingers, hiding them behind her. “Uhm... I was... I can’t touch myself?”
“Oh, you can touch yourself — if I’m present and if I give you permission. I’d love to watch you come from those long, pretty fingers of yours — but I didn’t say you could pleasure yourself. Pleasuring you is my role — and one that I look forward to all day.”
He grabbed her hands, holding them up in front of him. He loudly inhaled. “God, I love your scent.” He put two of her fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them loudly. “This is one of the benefits of letting you play with yourself. I get to enjoy your fingers after.”
Her face flushed and she feared she might die of embarrassment. “Lord, Angus, you make me so I’ll never do it again.”
“Oh, you’ll do it again, Mrs. Warren. Count on it. I won’t have it any other way.”
He then tipped her forward over his lap, situating her until he apparently had her just right. His large hand patted her backside, and once again she realized that those hands covered the whole of her bottom.
“When I say that I’ll handle something — whether it’s with you or the girls — what’ll you do?”
“I’ll let you handle it, Sir.” She clutched his pant leg in her right fist, readying herself.
“Damn straight.” He slapped her bottom so hard that her breath rushed from her lungs.
“Oh! Angus!” She stopped just short of telling him that it was too hard, knowing that would probably only reinforce continuing in that mode.
“That’s right, little girl, this isn’t a fun spanking. You have enough time with those. You’ll remember this the next time you open your mouth.”
The slaps were crisp and hard, punishing first the left, then the right and then the center of her cheeks. She kept her reactions in check, only gasping here and there, but the heat in her bottom soon grew to be too much to bear, his large, heavy hand impacting the same spot repeatedly. She struggled over his lap, trying to avoid them, and then tried to slip her hand behind her to cover her posterior.
He tucked it onto her back with two punishing slaps to the back of each thigh. “You know better than that, girl.” He continued to slap her thighs until she shouted out in pain, bucking her body on his hard thighs.
He tugged her over his left leg, tucking her closer to his body and covering her legs with his right leg. “This’ll keep you from moving so much. You’re going to learn to not fight me so bad.”
“It hurts, Angus!” And on those words, her voice broke and the flood gates opened.
“Good, means I’m doing my job well.” He stopped spanking and rubbed her very sore bottom with his callused hands.
“Ow. Do you have to rub it?” His roughened skin didn’t feel like it was soothing the injured flesh, instead it felt like sandpaper.
“Yes, I do as a matter of fact. I love the feel of this hot red ass under my palm and I love feeling the scorched flesh being squeezed in my hands. I love your ass, Mrs. Warren.” He continued to plump her bottom, his fingers sliding between her cheeks, delving into her moist pussy. Angus pushed a couple fingers into her, pumping her channel, the wet sounds filling the tent.
“Lord, Clara, maybe I should just take my cock out and have you ride me in this chair.” He let his thumb stroke her clit and she about shot off into her orgasm, stiffening over his lap until he pulled out. “Uh-uh, you’re not coming yet. Let me finish this spanking, and then we’ll see about both of us finding our release.”
He then proceeded to slap her bottom with such a vigor, that she had no doubt that every pioneer in the area heard her screeching. The force pushing her forward over his thigh, shaking and bouncing her breasts off each other and his thigh. It felt at some point like she’d gone numb, her bottom and mind were just one big source of pain. Thankfully the last harsh volley of slaps ended almost as quickly as it started and she’d been left to sob pitifully. He released her hand and she tried wiping her face staring at the puddle of mud her tears had made mixed with the dusty, dirt floor.
His low rumbling comforted her although she couldn’t discern what he’d been saying to her.
“Oh, Angus. I’m so sore and so sorry.” She sobbed into his leg.
“I’m sure you are. I’m sorry you’re so sore, girlie. You’ll do better next time, I have no doubt.” She felt him rustling next to her left hip, not giving it any mind, until she felt something warm, bobbing off against her left hip. She looked over her shoulder to see his large cock, stiff and twitching, fluid leaking from the slit.
“C’mon, girl,
how about we both find our release? Spanking your ass has me completely worked up and by the beautiful shine on your quim, you ain’t doin’ so bad yourself.”
“Angus! Dear Lord, do you have to be so crass? What would the preacher say if he heard what you just said?”
Angus laughed at her. “Clara, I reckon he’d be blinking like a frog in a hail storm, and I really don’t give a shit either.” He helped her up, guiding her to slide down onto his stiff cock.
“It’s just like riding. I’ll guide you. Feel free to use your hands on your clit to help you come, girl.”
Her toes touched the floor and she rode up and down on him, the friction of his cock rubbing on her clit. He cupped a cheek of her ass in each hand and again the calluses rasping on her sore flesh, but this time instead of being uncomfortable, it heightened her arousal.
Each time he’d squeeze and lift, her sex flexed and throbbed in response. “Jesus, Clara. You’re so damn tight, squeezing me.” She levered up higher, thrusting down on his cock, hard, pounding her flesh. The rhythm increased in pace and strength until they both shouted with their release, Clara dropping her forehead onto his shoulder.
They stayed in position, catching their breath. Angus slowly started to stroke her back. “Clara? Sweetie? You awake?”
“Mmmm.” She couldn’t even figure out how to respond with real human words.
“Let me get you on the bed. I wanna play with you tonight, and you’re in the right frame of mind for it too.” He picked her up, letting his semi-erect cock slip out, then picked her up, cradling her in his arms. He gently placed her onto her front. “I’m going to pull your hair up and out of the way, and then we’ll get started.”
Started? Started on what?
Chapter Thirteen
He piled her hair up on the top of her head, wrapping it in a loose bun, keeping it off her back. “Stay on your belly.” He ran his hand over her hot, red bottom, his fingers gently testing the ridged welts. “You have a pretty sore little backside, don’t you, girlie?”
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