by Megan McCoy
“I’m already doing Liz a favor,” she said dryly. “I’m making her wedding cakes.”
“Yeah, that’s the problem,” he said. He continued touching her breast in a way that made her squirm.
“I’m a good baker,” she protested. “I won’t mess them up.”
“She got scared about the three cakes thing,” Cole reached her nipple and her breath caught.
But she tried to focus on the conversation. “I know. But it's her wedding, why doesn’t she say no if it's not what she wants?” Rayne asked. “Who invited the entire town anyway?”
“I don’t know, things just got out of control.”
“I can’t think with you doing that,” she gasped and twisted, which made his finger feel even better.
“That’s the plan, darling,” he said and did not stop despite her twisting that just, damn him, made it better.
“I’m not marrying you,” she managed to say.
“You mean, I’m not marrying you yet, sir,” he teased.
Could she give him that? Maybe. He needed to do something besides kiss her and spank her though. That simply wasn’t enough to make a marriage. What was she thinking? She wasn’t. He wasn’t letting her.
“Stop it!” she jerked her hands but he didn’t let her wrists go. All she could do was be helpless and stare at him and damn if she didn’t like it. Why?
“Okay. Getting married in a week was reckless. Rayne, will you be my date to the wedding and allow me the honor of pressuring you to marry me as soon as you are ready?”
Rayne couldn’t help it. She giggled and agreed.
“You know I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you till your bottom is as red as your hair, often, don’t you?” He said.
“I do,” Rayne sighed. She didn’t really like being spanked, but she did like how she felt after the fact.
“I mean for the rest of our lives,” he teased her further making her arch into his hand.
“You don’t think I’ll ever learn?” She asked.
“I hope not,” Cole said. “Think how boring life would be if you did. But if you do, I’ll find another reason to paddle that adorable butt. Deal?”
What could she do but agree.
Chapter 12
Liz stood in the corner, listening to her groom to be lecture her. She didn’t want to be in the corner and she didn’t want the spanking she knew he was going to deliver in just a few minutes. Then they would separate until the actual wedding. Holly, Meredith, and Candy would help her get dressed, while he probably sat around drinking beer and shooting the shit with his family and friends.
“I don’t want them seeing my red butt,” she complained, shifting nervously. “They’re going to help me get dressed, you know. Can’t you wait and spank me later?” Hey, it was a shot in the dark, but it was a shot.
“Should have thought of that sooner,” he said. “Am sure you have some granny panties around here to wear instead of that bit of lace you planned to wear.”
Whirling around, she glared, “How did you know what I was going to wear?”
“I know what’s going on around here, which is why your nose is in the corner,” he paused while she turned back around, “and why I need your butt on display now.”
Sassily, she wiggled it at him. He was going to spank her anyway. She might as well. “Gone blind, have you?”
“Look who’s getting a smart mouth,” he said. “Drop the pants, Liz.”
“Matt, please,” she started to get the before spanking butterflies. She had enough butterflies today. Maybe once over his lap, she’d puke on his shoes. It would serve him right. “I really don’t want to be spanked today.”
“Elizabeth Anne, you did everything but bring me the paddle and beg. So, you’re getting it and there is nothing you can say to get out of it. Might as well go get the hairbrush and let's get on with this,” he said.
“It's my wedding day,” she wailed, and pulled the pants up she’d just lowered so she could walk.
“I didn’t say you could do that, just take them off. Girls getting a spanking don’t need pants,” he said. “And hurry up. I want that hairbrush in my hand immediately.”
“I hate the hairbrush,” she complained, but did as she was told. Once he said she was getting a spanking, she was. She could protest, but he’d just do what he wanted.
It was one of the things she didn’t like, but that made her feel safe, secure and wanted. A man didn’t feel the need to correct a woman he didn’t love, she thought. Luckily, she had on one of his big button up shirts she’d put on earlier so she didn’t have to pull one off over her head after her make-up and hair were done. The tail covered her bottom and the front covered her... front. Why that mattered she didn’t know, soon he’d be seeing anything and everything he wanted to see in the most awkward of positions she could be in. Walking to the bathroom for the hairbrush and back she was glad she had the covering though. Silly female. She just wished it was tonight and they were in their brand new RV and getting ready to head out for their honeymoon.
She didn’t want a spanking, she didn’t want this monstrous wedding, and she didn’t want to hang out at the reception making nice with people she didn’t know. She did that enough with gloves on telling people to open wide and flossing for them. Some wedding day.
Looking in the mirror, she saw big brown eyes, long tumbling brown hair and turning around, a nice white bottom. What would the girls see when they helped her into her wedding dress? Maybe the slip would cover her bottom. Surely she could get into that alone. Maybe he wouldn’t spank her too hard.
“Now, Liz.” his voice floated in.
Sticking out her bottom lip, she picked up the evil hairbrush and headed back to meet her fate. “Please, Matt,” she tried one more time. “You can spank me later if you want, just don’t do it now. I’ll be really good today.”
He pointed to a spot right beside him and she dragged her feet getting there. “Two things. One if I say you’re going to get spanked and I don’t do it, you will lose all respect for me.” She started to shake her head wildly, but he held up his hand. “No. You would. Two, if I don’t do this you’re going to be on edge all day.”
“I’m going to be on edge all day anyway,” she complained. “This won’t help that.”
“Just get over my lap and get comfortable. You’re going to be there awhile.”
“Please,” she tried again, using her most pitiful voice. He didn’t even react.
Reluctantly, she did as she was told. Draped over his lap and putting her hands on the ground, she waited.
“This will hopefully be your last spanking as a single woman,” he said. “At least you better hope it is.” With that, he lifted her shirt up to the middle of her back.
“What?” she asked brilliantly. Why did he think she could hear anything he said in this position? She couldn’t. Well, she could hear, but comprehending? Not happening.
Too much blood in her brain, she’d figured out once. It wasn’t like she did yoga and blood rushed to her head daily. No. This was a cruel and unusual position and did not make for good listening ears.
She hated her bare bottom up for his gaze, she hated the helpless feeling that there was nothing she could do to stop it and she hated the fact he was right and one she would lose some respect for him, if he didn’t follow through, and two that she needed this to get through today. Or vodka. Vodka would have worked. Why didn’t she think of that before she had her butt over his knee?
Gasping with the first smack, she figured out quickly his aim was to make her sob. For some reason, he thought a good cry calmed her down. He’d probably read that on the internet somewhere. But oh, holy hell that hurt. How could he do that to her? What possessed him?
“Ow!” she informed him. Just so he knew. She did not want to walk down the aisle with a red sore bottom. She wanted to be able to enjoy her honeymoon without aching throbs in her joints. The man knew how to spank and she’d had plenty of proof of that.
The hairbrush fell all over her bottom, but lightly, and stinging, not painful and burning. It still made her twist and try to move her bottom. How could his hand move so fast?
Stingy, nasty, owie but not horrible aching blistering. He seemed to be having fun with this. She knew he was doing a song rhythm. What was it? She tried to focus on the pattern. Oh surely it wasn’t ‘Baby will you marry me?’ But that’s what it seemed like. Yes, he was humming while he spanked. Why was this so fun for him? It was infuriating. She began to cry frustrated tears and at her first sob he let loose a volley of very stern smacks, making her cry harder.
Finally, he stopped and pulled her up into his arms, letting her cry on his shoulder. The spanking had stung but hadn’t really hurt that much, but she still felt like crying. Why?
He just held her, patting her back and saying something softly, his stern tone gone. She needed this tone right now.
A few minutes later she wiped her nose on his sleeve and figured it served him right. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“And you feel better, don’t you?” he said, hugging her hard.
Weirdly she did. Less stressed and ready for the day. He was better than coffee.
“Okay. Let's go do this double wedding thing, okay?”
“I’m scared.” Gabe looked at Blaze who glared him.
“You aren’t allowed to be scared, that’s my job. Did you forget you were the strong one?”
“I’m strong. I’m scared and strong,” Gabe’s hands shook as he tried to button his shirt.
“This is it, buddy. Now everyone will know,” he reminded him. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Yes,” there was the strength Blaze needed, coming from Gabe’s voice. “We do need to do this. We can’t wait to do this. No more hiding. No more secrets. We can just live life like regular people do. Blaze, we can even adopt,” he said.
“Well, not for a few years,” Blaze’s mom swept into the room with his half-sister, Hayley, in tow. “I’m not ready to be a grandma yet.”
“I’m ready to be an aunt,” Hayley piped up.
“You don’t count,” Kim told her. “I brought your flowers, and am supposed to escort you up to the venue.”
“Where’s your dad?” Blaze asked Hayley.
“Packing the car,” she pouted. “He has to be at work in the morning and so we can’t party all night.” She turned to her mom, “Unless you want to leave me here for a few days?”
“Yeah, I’m not making that mistake again,” she laughed. “You are coming home with me, young lady.”
Turning to Blaze, she smiled, showing an adorable dimple. “Please let me come stay with you next summer. I want to ride a horse.”
“Will see, Tiny,” he told her. “I have to get married today. It's about all I’m thinking about.”
“Hayley, open the box so I can help Gabe and your brother with their flowers, would you?” Kim asked.
“Thank you for walking us down the aisle, Mom,” Blaze said. “I know this is weird for you.”
“It's not weird at all,” she said. “It's a very proud moment. I love you both and I always will.”
“What if there are problems,” Blaze couldn’t help but ask. Gabe seemed so easy about coming out. He was terrified. Could he do it any more publicly? Well, Ellen did on an intercom. No, he still won. He was getting married in a double ceremony with his dad. In front of the town, everyone he knew, basically.
“Jeb and your dad have some of the hands on the ready, just in case. But there isn’t going to be an issue.” She buttoned on the flower that Hayley handed her. Then turned to Gabe to do the same thing. “I’m so sorry your folks can’t be here today. I know they are still in Japan and can’t leave.”
“Yeah, if we gave them more notice, they could have but less than a week, with Mom’s hospital schedule and Dad having to get Navy permission, it was too quick. That’s okay, we will have a party later with them when they come home.” Gabe smiled, but Blaze knew he was a little bummed. Gabe wouldn’t allow any waiting though. They were getting married come hell or high water. Family or no family. Rain or shine. A hundred other ors.
“Well, I’m glad I can stand in for your folks,” she kissed him on the cheek and Blaze felt a surge of love for his mom. No matter what he did in life, leave her to live with his dad, come out as gay, get married in less than a week, she adored him. He had won the mom lottery.
Liz looked up at Eric. “Thank you for doing this,” she said.
Smiling at her he reached over to muss her hair but she blocked her hand. “It took two hours to get it like that!”
“I’m sorry, and I’m glad to do it for you,” he said. “You ready?” She nodded. He was walking her up to Matt, where her son Ben also waited, after Holly and Meredith did their bridesmaid thing. He would hand her to Matt, then Blaze’s little sister Hayley would walk up for as bridesmaid, and Blaze, Kim and Gabe would walk up. It was weird, but she was very happy her part was minimized and that she’d be married in less than an hour. She was ready. More than ready.
“Look at all this mess,” Jeb complained as he swung his wife around on the dance floor a few hours later. “So much change. Blaze is married. Matt is married. Cole is going to marry that red headed spitfire soon. Then we’ll have Ben to deal with. I’m ready for life to settle down a little while.”
Candy leaned in, hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Don’t count on that settling down thing. I’m pregnant.”
The End
About the Author
Megan McCoy
Megan McCoy lives in the heartland of America, surrounded by corn, soybean fields and hot guys on tractors. At home, she's raising kids, Chinese Cresteds, and poodles, training them all with a tender hand and heart, while saving her sternness for the alpha males in her books. Getting up at three in the morning to write leaves her time for a few hobbies - gardening, canning, bike riding, bread baking and taking in strays.
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