More Than She Bargained For (The Widow Wagon Book 2)

by Megan Michaels

  Since it seemed to be the right decision, she slowly went down to her knees, but hesitated in leaning forward. She looked up at Noah and he raised an eyebrow at her, confirming he expected her obedience. She leaned forward on her hands, the heat of her blush rising up her neck, her breasts dangling below her. She closed her eyes, willing herself to think of something — anything — else.

  Crack! Her body rocked forward and she quickly sat back on her haunches. “Ohhhh! That hurt!”

  “Back on your hands and knees or you’ll get four more cracks of the crop.” He waited until she leaned forward again, then slapped the crop against her bottom again, the sting spreading across her injured flesh.

  “But I went onto my hands and knees!” Daisy whined. She didn’t want to disobey but she couldn’t help wagging her hips, trying to shake out the sting. The tail brushing across her thighs made her stop, and she looked back at him to see if he’d noticed.

  Yep, he noticed.

  He stared in silence at her ass, at the dangling tail that tickled the backs of her thighs. “God, that was fucking hot. I may have to slap your bottom with this more often, just to see your ass wiggle and the tail sway.” He leaned forward and slid his finger between her pussy lips, flicking the tip quickly over her clit. Daisy dropped her head unable to contain a low moan. Although she fought it, her hips thrust forward, and once again the tail whispered against her skin.

  Noah reached around her, his large, callused hand gripping her breast, squeezing and milking the flesh, tugging on her nipple until she gasped in pain and arousal. Her juices let down, drenching her sex, wetness dripping down her thigh. He timed the tugging of her nipple with the twisting of her butt plug, her moans coming in a staccato rhythm matching the throb of her clit.

  Then, with no warning, he pulled his hands away and slapped her ass. “Okay, enough of that. Time for you to clean. I’m going to enjoy watching you mop the floor like this.”

  Clean? What does he mean? I can’t clean naked.

  She noted he’d pulled the drapes so no one would see if visitors happened to come calling. Had he been planning this all along?

  “Did you say… clean?” She hated that her voice sounded small and squeaky, but she couldn’t fathom the possibility that he’d actually make her do this.

  “Yes, my dear. Your vile mouth and words made my cleaner leave for the day. Someone has to mop my floor. Besides, it’s good for a pony to have tasks for the day. It builds endurance and stimulates the mind.” He slapped the crop across both of her paddled cheeks.

  “Ow! That hurts!” She reached a hand around to rub the offended flesh.

  “Then you better get moving and stop complaining. Also, I need you to bring me my sandwich and a drink. You’re not to walk on your feet for the rest of the day. I’ll either put things on your back, and have you hold them that way, or you can transport them in your hands walking on your knees.”

  Her clit was still throbbing and though she’d never admit it to him, having that horse tail plug in heightened her arousal. But she couldn’t see herself crawling at this point. Between the sensitivity of her nipples brushing against her arms, her throbbing clit, and the horse tail sweeping over her sex, she’d be lucky if she didn’t have a spontaneous orgasm.

  Suddenly, sensation exploded across the lips of her pussy, her clit exploding, the pain and pleasure of two quick strokes of the crop to her sex making her cry out her release. She arched her back knowing that the view must have been a little bit too much like that of a bucking horse. Her hips thrust forward as her womb clenched hard, her pussy frustratingly empty, in search of cock.

  “Oh God! Oh God!” Her body quaked with the tremors, her hips swaying and jerking in response, the tail brushing against her thighs and calves.

  Noah didn’t stop though, slapping her quim with the crop in a steady rhythm that kept her climbing even higher, sending her over the cliff again and again. Finally , she dropped her head to the floor, her ass in the air, her moans and gasps filling the room. She’d never been this sexual. She didn’t even know she could be this aroused. Jesse and she had sex, yes — and it was pretty nice too. But it was nothing like what she had with Noah.

  He brought her to a level that made her wonder if she could die in the throes of an orgasm.

  Hearing movement behind her, she peeked under her arm to see Noah kneeling behind her, pulling her tail up, laying it upon her back. He lunged into her, forcing a loud moan from her. He stilled then, her letting her body adjust to him, his cock throbbing inside her.

  Slowly, he began swiveling his hips, grinding himself against her bottom. “Jesus, this hot ass is burning me up. I love fucking you after a punishment!”

  Gripping her hips harshly, he pistoned into her until he quickly spilled his seed, her sex throbbing in response to the flood of hot fluid. Once he recovered his breath, he slapped her hip. “Okay, pony girl, time for you to start cleaning.”

  Daisy couldn’t believe he was going to leave her wanting and throbbing. “B-but I... I didn’t get to—”

  “You’re being punished, bad girl. You’ve had two orgasms already today — two more than you should’ve had. Get my sandwich and drink before you start mopping.”

  Then he cracked the crop across her buttocks, sending her off on her way.

  * * *

  Noah sat back in his chair to watch that gorgeous, plump — and now pink — ass swaying. The black tail sticking out of her swung back and forth as she mopped the floor obediently, and to his surprise, quietly. She scowled and shot him glares every now and then, but he simply watched in silence, the girl wiggling her ass a little more than required, sending her tail swaying once again.

  She did a good job of mopping, seemingly staying focused on the task. Not that he was paying complete attention to the quality of her work with such a glorious view on display. She scrubbed certain areas of the floor with a fervor that would send her breasts swinging, the soft, heavy globes bouncing off each other, her body shaking with the zeal she exhibited in polishing the wood. Her generous buttocks jiggled as she moved, and he resisted the urge to bury his nose and tongue into her cunt. Her scent wafted by him, mingling with the gentle breeze that blew in from the parlor window. Her drenched pubic hair and pussy shone in the light that snuck through between the drapes, her excess wetness slicking her inner thighs. Obviously, she enjoyed pony play — and it made him smile thinking of the fun they’d have with it.

  Noah reached for his riding crop and smoothly rose from his chair, slapping the leather implement on his leg as he walked over to her.

  Her face paled, her eyes becoming huge at the prospect of another spanking with the riding crop.

  He smiled at her, rubbing her back gently. “Such a good pony. You’ve done such a good job today. Go get your hairbrush off the table over there and bring it to me.”

  Again, her eyes went wide, and she swallowed, kneeling at his feet, motionless.

  “Girl, you were just given an order. Ponies always do what they’re ordered, or they get whipped — or in your case cropped or paddled with their hairbrush.” He dipped his chin. “Go. Get. Your hairbrush.”

  Daisy finally nodded at him, her face flaming red, and crawled away on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging with the slow rocking of her hips. She returned with the brush clasped in her hand, shuffling upright on her knees, her breasts bouncing, eyes downcast. By the time she made it to him, she was worrying her lower lip between her white teeth.

  Noah used the brush to tip her chin up. “You’ve been a good pony. It’s time for me to brush your mane. Kneel sitting on your heels.” Surprise plain on her face, she released her lip from her teeth, giving him a tentative smile. He waited until she gracefully sat with her still pink, freshly spanked bottom resting on the heels of her feet. He ran the large wooden brush through her raven hair. Sitting by the window, the deep black hair caught the light rendering the thick locks almost a midnight blue.

  “I’ve never seen hair this gorgeous,
” he murmured, continuing to brush her hair until it gleamed. With her eyes closed, her breathing shallow and slow, Noah wondered if she’d fallen asleep. He put the brush down, patting her shoulder gently as he kissed her neck. With a moan, she came back to life as he fondled her heavy breasts, tugging at the soft tips until they tightened. Noah smiled to himself as he bent down to suck each hard little nipple.

  He was just getting started.

  Chapter 13

  Daisy had just settled into the calming brushing he’d given her. She had just entered that funny twilight place between dreaming and consciousness, unable to tell if she was still awake. His light kisses along her neck and the gentle tugging and biting of her nipples woke her up though, her clit throbbing anew. She wondered if it was still the lingering effects of the ginger that had her desire stoked so powerfully. She’d always been easily aroused, but this was almost ridiculous. Her clit was so insatiable at that point, she was afraid she’d end up rubbing against the furniture like some cat.

  “Okay, girl, it’s time for you to get up. I’m going to insert the largest plug.” He patted her hip helping her onto her hands and knees.

  She whined but got into position, still dazed but wanting to please him. “Ooooo! Is it going to hurt?”

  “Not much. This plug has prepared you — it won’t be bad at all.” He pulled, twisting it gently, and she pushed, helping him until it popped out. Noah grabbed the oil off the table and lathered up the largest plug. The slick glass pressed against the tight ring of muscles, and she fought the urge to resist it, pushing back onto the cold intruder.

  “Good girl,” he cooed. “I love watching you open for the plugs. I’m hard again just watching it slide into you. God, I can hardly wait.” He pressed himself into her hip while pushing insistently on the plug, the muscles of her anus burning as they stretched. However, her clit throbbed even more, her juices pooling at the seam of her sex. When she pressed back onto the plug, her pussy lips slid against each other, caressing her little button, her hips jerking in response.

  “Jesus Christ! A little aroused, my little glut? I love seeing this sticking out of your bottom.” He pushed on the glass and she groaned as the flange pushed into her, heightening the burn in her anus again.

  “What does gloot mean?” she said, looking at him over her shoulder. His long blond hair and blue eyes were stunning. He truly was a gorgeous man, especially standing gloriously naked, his chest and abdominal muscles well-defined. She knew he had muscles, but to see him without his clothes was always just... breathtaking.

  “It means ‘girl.’” He slapped her on the ass — hard — making her yelp. “We’re going to stick this large piece of ginger that I just prepared into your little cunt. It will increase your arousal, making it easier when I take your ass.” He pushed the ginger in, and almost immediately the juices started to make her sex burn. Unable to contain it, she swayed her hips back and forth, which of course made the tail swish again.

  “Jesus... I’m not even sure I can watch this. Lord, I wish you could see how sexy you look like this, Daisy. My pony girl.”

  He sighed loudly, and gracefully sat in the chair as if it were normal to sit naked in your parlor with a riding crop in your hand, staring at your wife who had a tail coming out of her ass — and a piece of vegetable sticking out of her quim.

  “Now, I’m going to sit in my chair over here and continue to watch you mop my floors naked with your beautiful tail in. I have my handy riding crop here, so make sure you stay focused and clean to the best of your ability. You’ll remember to speak to Millie nicely the next time you see her. Yes?”

  “Yes, Sir.” And Daisy guessed she would. She probably didn’t mean to give her mustard on her sandwich, and she shouldn’t have reacted as quickly as she did. She just didn’t… always think first. She impulsively did things sometimes. But if Noah punished this strictly and made her wear plugs and tails when she misbehaved, she’d behave differently. And really, since Mary and Millie had worked for Noah for three years, they must have been nice. After all, Noah apparently missed nothing and had high standards of behavior. He would know if they were mean and malicious. Maybe she would work at being friends with them.

  A swath of fire bloomed across her bottom, the riding crop slapping down on both cheeks. “You’re daydreaming! Move!”

  “Ow!” Daisy turned so her bottom wasn’t within his reach. “Noah, I wasn’t daydreaming. I was thinking.”

  Noah chuckled. “You can’t think and work at the same time? You better learn, glut. You aren’t in Boston anymore. You live on a ranch. When I send you to do chores, you’re to be focused — or you’ll get yourself paddled. Now, move. My floor needs to be done before you can cook my dinner.”

  Noah slapped the crop on the inside of her thigh, and lightly slapped her quim, which made her scoot forward quicker than she meant to, jostling the plug inside her. She stopped suddenly, turning to glare at him, but quickly changed her mind and focused on the floor.

  “Smart girl.”

  She squeezed her thighs together. “Oh, this thing burns. It hurts!”

  “Sweetie, squeezing it makes it worse.”

  “I know that, but it hurts, Noah Jensen! You put that vile piece of burning hell in my cunt and then expect me to act like it’s flowers and sunshine? It fucking—” She stopped, realizing what she’d just said — and that she’d been shouting at him. She swallowed with difficulty, the anxiety tightening her throat. “Noah, I’m sorry.”

  He smoothly rose to his feet, twirling the crop in his hand as he walked up to her, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. Daisy backed up under a drum table, hoping to save her bottom from him.

  “Apparently, that ginger hasn’t kicked in,” he said. “Let’s remedy that. Get out from under that table.”

  Daisy knew she should move, but her ass was pushed up against the pedestal and she liked knowing her bottom was hidden from him, if only for a moment. She shook her head, knowing when she did it that there’d be consequences.

  When that muscle in his jaw started ticking, she knew she should have crawled straight to him and begged for forgiveness. Instead, she curled up under the table. Like that was going to save her! Noah grabbed her earlobe and hauled her out from under the table as if she weighed nothing. She’d never had anyone grab her by the ear like that. It hurt like hell and she knew she would’ve walked onto hot coals to keep him from yanking on her sensitive flesh any further. Once she had been roughly dragged to the middle of the parlor, he straddled her, pulling her tail upward so it tugged uncomfortably on the plug, causing her to push her bottom lewdly outward to relieve the pressure. However, that became a secondary concern as soon as that crop started to land on the underside of her cheeks and backs of her thighs. She initially tried to crawl away — anything to get away from that crop — but the pressure on the plug prevented that, leaving her to dance on her knees.

  “You’re staying right here, min kær.” He fell into a pattern of cropping her bottom and thighs several times, then lightly tapping the ginger in her sex — which caused her to clench, increasing the burn every time. Daisy wasn’t sure how long he continued in this manner, but soon she had her head on the floor, her ass refusing to be still. The arousal and burn were so intense that it caused her to sway her hips ceaselessly, looking for relief. Her clit throbbed almost continuously, the very act of wiggling her hips making the plug jostle inside of her — which made her clench upon the ginger all over again. The never-ending pattern soon left her feeling helpless, her sobs sounding pitiful to her own ears.

  Does he even care? Do my tears and sobs mean anything to him?

  “Your tears are beautiful, my dear. Don’t ever doubt that I have feelings for you. But I also have feelings for Millie and Mary. Let’s not forget that this is due to a decision you made — and a poor one at that.” He stopped the lecture, pausing, apparently waiting for her to look up at him from her place on the floor.

  “Get up. Sit on your heels, please.” He wa
ited for her to get into position. “Eyes on me. As a lady — in particular a Boston lady — are you supposed to swear like you are in a saloon?”

  “No, Sir. But you—”

  “Uh-uh, no excuses. What your moder would say? I’m thinking she would be very upset to hear you say ‘fuck’ or ‘cunt.’ Is that how she raised you?” He squatted in front of her forcing her to make eye contact. “I think not, yes?”

  “No, Sir. She wouldn’t be happy. It’s just... I get angry, and then I say things. But I don’t mean them, I just…” She dropped her eyes looking at her hands spread upon on her thighs.

  “It would seem that it is an issue for you. We will make it better, yes? I think we’ll give you a good figging and paddling every time that mouth of yours speaks mean and insulting things. You’ll learn to catch yourself, min kær.”

  “I’m not a bad girl. I just…” She tried to look him in the eye when she said it, but he looked serious, his eyes narrowed. There was no twinkle in his eyes, no hint of his ready smile. She quickly looked down again.

  “You just haven’t had enough discipline — or maybe I should reword that — the right kind of discipline. I assure you, my pony girl, I’ll make sure you are figged, plugged, tailed, paddled and spanked until you learn. Yes?”

  “Do I have to agree?” She tried to make herself look determined. She thinned her lips and tilted her chin, even as she knew such an impertinent response was likely to get her into even more trouble. “It seems like I… shouldn’t have to agree.”

  “My girl, don’t make yourself look defiant. That’s not the look you’re after at this time. And to answer your question, yes, you must agree. You’re an adult woman who needs to agree to the consequences of your ill-advised behavior. All actions have consequences.” He grabbed her hand, drawing her to stand. She couldn’t stifle a gasp when the plug and ginger moved within her, reigniting the simmering burn in her quim.