by Abbie Adams
"You are not my father, guardian or anyone—"
"Marshal. I'm a marshal. And I don't need any sort of permission. As soon as I get myself a drink—and I recommend you do the same because you are going to be hollering your pretty little head off in a minute—I'm going to take you over to that rock, and give you the worst spanking you have ever had or are likely to ever have."
He stared down into her calculating eyes, sure he knew just what she was thinking. When her line of vision shifted to the horses, she confirmed it. She was trying to decide if she could get away from him in time.
"Don't even think of running away, because if you do, I will catch you and I will double what I already have in mind—which I've already warned you will be extremely severe. You understand me?"
He watched as she closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Then nodded slowly. "I have to go behind the bushes after I get a drink."
"I'll hold your skirt up for you." He winked, letting her know he was not stupid. "Get your drink."
He waited until she was on her knees on the ground, cupping the water in her hand and drinking her fill, to go to the saddle bag on Sampson, where he pulled a canteen free and tossed it on the ground next to her. Then went to the mare and pulled one free from that bag as well.
"There was water in here the whole time?" she asked, clearly annoyed.
"Well, some of us think before we act. I had my saddlebags packed, but you didn't deserve a drink anyway if you weren't going to allow my horse a drink." He tipped the water canteen up and took a swig, not even caring that it was warm and there was cold water in front of him. He just wanted to drive his point home. When she seemed to have drunk her fill and stood again, he capped his. "You ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"Take your pick. The bushes or the rock?"
Chapter Seven
She glared at him. Rage poured through her veins. Her face flamed hot with her irritability and her mortification. She didn't see any way out of this dreadful situation. Every way she played it out in her mind, she was going to end up exactly as he said, writhing and sobbing over his thighs. And as much as that thought—and the image in her head—terrified her, she was filled with longing for it to be just as he'd said. The intimacy and the power he would have over her made her pussy clench in desire. Liquid heat flooded her core and dampened her thighs. Even though they'd spent the night together, for some unknown reason this dynamic seemed much more intimate.
Delaney had never had this type of feeling before and she refused to submit to him. Even though she could see no way out of this situation, it wouldn't happen without a fight. So without any more thought, she lifted her skirts and ran for her life. Her kitten-heeled boots were impossible in the soft sand near the wash, and when she made it to the wooded area again with downed branches, over-growth and rotted tree trunks, she feared she would break a leg or worse.
She didn't look over her shoulder to judge his distance; she could hear him coming close behind. His strong arms soon grasped her about waist, pulling her back against his muscled chest, her flailing legs doing nothing to hamper him as he hauled her all the way back toward the rock he'd pointed out previously.
"I suppose you had to try, but did you really think you would get far? Now all you did was double your punishment." He didn't even have the kindness to pretend he was as out of breath as she was. In fact, as if it required no strength at all, he held her there a moment or two while he unbuckled his gun belt and set it on the ground near the rock.
"I hate you, Marshal! I'll never forgive you if you do this." Delaney struggled against him the whole way, but was easily over-powered. Tripp sat down and pulled her right over his lap. She kicked and flailed against his hold but he still managed to clamp a leg over hers and snake his hand down under her skirt, then pulled it all the way up over her back.
"I'll never forgive myself if I don't… I'm going to teach you a lesson right here and now." When she pounded him in the back and legs with her clenched fists, he caught first one hand and then the other and clutched them together, holding them tightly at the small of her back. That arm and elbow of his, held her torso firmly in place, pressed down behind him. She was as good as hog-tied.
"You have no right!" She started to bounce and grind on his thigh, trying to slither away when he found the laces of her drawers and pulled them free. "No, please don't do that—not bare—no, you can't see me like this."
He chuckled. "Honey, need I remind you I've already seen your bare bottom? In fact…"
She hissed, interrupting before he could remind her of the fact that he'd seen every single inch of her bare. "I hate you. I hate you."
He certainly didn't seem to care because not only was her bottom now bared for God and everyone else to see, he continued to pull her bloomers down her legs. For such a hot day, the breeze felt cool on the dampness gathered at her core, bringing her attention to that tender part of her anatomy with all clarity. She tried to shimmy away again, kicking her one free leg, since the other was still scissored between his legs. And the spanking commenced. His hard board-like hand began its destruction on the last of her pride. Each and every hefty wallop bringing her one step closer to giving in and sobbing just like he'd predicted. Then with sharp agony she kicked the rock under him. Shooting pain in her toes or upper foot made her cry out in pain.
"Ow! Ouch."
He snorted. "Just got started. You better hang on; we have a long way to go."
"No, my foot, you ass! Owie, I think I broke my foot. I kicked the rock," she cried.
"Well, that stinks; better stop kicking then." If his paddling was affected by the interlude, she didn't notice it. He still swung hard and hit each cheek numerous times before going back and forth to the other. She soon forgot about her foot.
"I hate you," she wailed, drawing out her sentences when sobs took over.
"That's all right, ladybug. I've got big shoulders. You can hate me all you want, but you will learn that your actions have consequences. When people are trying to look out for you, you need to respect them." He shifted her farther across his lap, stretching out the crease where her bottom met her thighs, and started building a whole new fire there. Even in all of her agony, she was alarmingly aware with each new spank just how close his fingertips were to her lady parts. Would they become wet with her dampness? Would he be able to tell?
"I respect them, just not you!"
"No, obedience is given to those you respect. You didn't respect Gabe when you ignored his concern for your safety. You didn't show Jewel, Miss Nettie, nor any of your sister gems a single ounce of respect when you lied to them about feeling unwell and snuck away." His hand seemed to become even harder as he continued to smack her bottom, the fire burning hotter with every single stroke. "You certainly didn't show any respect for the law when you stole my horse. Your defiance, proves your self-centered thinking. I'm happy to stay here all day spanking your ass until it's cherry red and you become one sorry little girl. You keep up your sass and you'll see just how determined I can be." He moved back to the rounded swells of her full cheeks, the small break she'd had when he'd peppered her sit-spots did nothing to help her. In fact, it was worse now.
"Can you try another spot for a while?" she bellowed when he hit the same cheek three times in a row.
"You got it." He agreed with a snort, and started whaling the top of her thighs. "Is this better, sweetheart?"
"Owww! No, not there!"
He had the audacity to laugh out loud at her discomfort. The only respite he offered was when he began varying all of his spanks, but since every inch of her poor bottom was sufficiently abused, there wasn't a spot that wasn't blazing hot.
His laughter was short-lived and he became serious again. "Your actions today put you and many others in great danger. Your carelessness is selfish and destructive. Not only are you in trouble now, but you put your lady friends in trouble too for not stopping you. Can you imagine their guilt if something had happened to you? You lied ab
out feeling ill but I saw Miss Nettie looking so upset, standing there with a cup of tea she'd prepared for you, worried that you might not ever return to drink it." Another barrage of smacks moved in a circle to cover every inch of her posterior yet again. "And, young lady, Jewel was standing right there, wringing her hands and making Gabe promise not to come back without you."
It wasn't his continued stream of hard spanks that brought her tears, it was his words. She tried to hold it in, but the longer he lectured the harder she cried, until she had no will to fight left, and no self-awareness left to hide her shame.
"Those people love you. They are worried about you. You let them down. You have no one to blame but yourself either. Now, every abled bodied man in Culpepper Cove is out looking for you instead of hunting the outlaw gang that has murdered, robbed, and raped more people than you could count on two hands. You should be very ashamed of your actions, Diamond." Perhaps, he had some kindness somewhere inside him; he stopped spanking for minute. During the brief respite, his words really had a chance to sink in.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't think. I just wanted to find my sister." If he could understand her blubbering, she'd be very surprised. Heat radiated from her backside, throbbing in intensity. She was sure her nates were swollen and bruised and hot enough to cook an egg on their burning surfaces.
He lifted slightly leaning her toward the ground and she turned back to see why. To her horror she heard the jangle of his belt buckle. That, followed by the tugging as he shook it free of the loops of the gun holster, sent her scrambling to get away again.
"No! You let me go…" She fought against him but he'd clearly been prepared for that and already had her legs clamped down between his again. He leaned on his elbow at her back while he folded the belt in half and then rolled it around his hand once with the buckle against his palm. "No, you can't—you can't hit me with that thing, please," she cried.
"I'm not going to hit you, but I am going to give you a whipping. You stole a horse, Diamond, not just any horse but mine. I might have forgiven that, or ignorance, but you are not ignorant. You are a smart horse woman and knew better than to run a horse in this heat until he was that worn down. If you'd been looking at your surroundings, you would have seen the river here from a hill about a mile back. You're getting my belt now for that. You understand me?"
All she had left in her was a nod and a sob. He was right, she'd known the horse was tired and needed water. She'd been afraid to stop, or to get down with no help to get back up, but she hadn't seen the river. Ironically, the view she had now as he punished her was that of his big black gelding behind them, enjoying the shade and the cool water.
"Give me your hand. I'm not going to hold back, but I don't want to hurt you anywhere but your bottom." She didn't even think, but put her hand back in his. It was almost comforting more than it was a restraint for her. "Good girl, though you deserve a great deal more, I'm only going to give you ten… but they will be ten good licks."
He did as he said, with surprising accuracy. The leather strap cracked down repeatedly, one line slicing just below the other until he started at the top again, each lighting a new line of fire across her already swollen, aching bottom.
She couldn't help but writhe and scramble, but try as she might she got nowhere. The fires of hell had been imprinted on her backside and she was sure she'd never forget it.
He confirmed that a moment later. "You're going to remember this lesson for a while I hope. You're going to listen to those who love you. And you are not going to go out alone again until you have permission from Gabe or myself. And you damn sure won't steal a horse and abuse it. You understand me, little girl?"
"Yes, sir." Then she repeated herself because she wasn't sure he could hear the first one. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
When he cupped one of her lower cheeks, she realized her hands were free again. She pushed up off the rock, but he held her still over his lap while he continued to rub her bare bottom. Even though her seat was welted and aching, his gentle kneading caused heat to claim her lower lady parts as well. She moved her bottom with his rubbing, wanting his hand to go to her pussy and touch her there like he had last night. Delaney was shocked realizing that despite the fact that he'd just thrashed her within an inch of her life, she wanted him inside of her; she craved more. She wanted to be filled again. When he stopped stroking and lifted her free to stand in front of him, she clung to his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her skirt fell over her bottom trapping the heat inside, and worse, the agony when he hugged her back and lifted her to sit on his lap, had her howling anew as her poor punished bottom took her entire weight. She buried her face in his neck and cried.
"Shhh, it will be all right, ladybug," he whispered at her ear. His meaty, punishing palms were now gentle as they caressed her arms, back and hair.
After some time, he drew in a deep breath and then spoke, his voice sounding pained. "You know I told you if you ran I was going to double your punishment."
She sat up quick, ready to run again. "No… please, no…"
Tripp's face held a mixture of emotions. He was stern and serious, but not without concern or sympathy. "You deserve a lot more than I gave you."
"But, I learned my lesson." Her stomach knotted in tension recalling how sure she was that she was going to die—no wishing she would die—just a little bit ago.
"But if I don't follow through, you also learn a bad lesson that you can manipulate my resolve with your tears. Besides, that spanking won't be but a fading memory come morning. I need to leave you with a lasting impression."
His dark brown eyes held her stare. Even though she'd do anything or just about anything to avoid him continuing to spank her, there was some confusing desire inside her to submit to him. She was caught in this imaginary place of intimate knowledge that he would thrash her bottom, but also that he was strong, kind and tender. As two big tears trickled out of her eyes and down her cheeks, she turned and laid herself over his thigh again. When he didn't respond right away, she reached for her skirt and started to hike it up.
Even though some part of her hoped he wouldn't finish with another spanking, part of her wanted him to. She'd never felt so close to someone before even after the loving the previous night. Yes, she'd been punished but she also felt cherished and loved. When her skirt was at about her knees, he took over, drawing it all the way up over her bottom again. She looked over her shoulder when she heard his gasp. What did he see back there?
His hand came to her squeeze her cheek once more. "You're so beautiful, ladybug. Even all red and punished. Your ass is so beautiful. And this," He reached lower and cupped her pussy. "Gorgeous. I want to fuck you again right now. God, I want to fuck you, not spank you."
She panted waiting for him to explore her wet folds. She opened her legs wider, exposing herself to him, giving him her permission. Even though she had opened herself and pressed backward, he didn't move to stroke her inside like she craved.
"Tripp, please. Take me. Whatever you want, I want it too." It was painful inside her, her muscles were strained tighter than they'd ever been.
"I'm not taking you like this. But, I will finish your punishment." He moved his hand up slowly, dragging his fingers though the moisture at her core. They didn't stay there long enough to give her any pleasure. "I'm going to teach you a different sort of lesson." His fingers slid up further between her cheeks, where he touched her shameful back hole.
She clenched, her legs churning, her hands pushing against the rock as she tried to stand. "No, no… please… not there."
He easily pressed her back down over the rock and swatted her ass hard. "No, Diamond, this is your punishment, you have no say. I'm going to finger fuck your ass and you will submit. You can have great pleasure or you can have terrible punishment. When you are a bad girl, you will be punished here as well. Do you understand?" He continued spanking her and she couldn't help but yelp a little with each one. If he would stop spanking her again, she'd
allow him anything.
"Yes, please, anything," she cried.
"Good girl. Open your legs again." He found her tight little hole and rubbed his finger against it. That wasn't so bad, until he pressed against the rim, the tip of his finger entering her.
"Oooh," she whimpered. "Please don't do this, Tripp. It's shameful." Now it felt like her face almost matched her freshly spanked bottom for heat.
"It's only shameful when it's a punishment, and you deserve this punishment, don't you, ladybug?" He breached her tightly puckered opening fully and she cried out in alarm. "Relax. If you stay all tight, clamping down on my fingers like this, you will only make it hurt more for yourself."
"Fingers?" She shuddered with humiliation.
"Not yet, but it will be in a minute." He pumped his finger in and out of her while she moaned, her tummy and pussy tensing harder and harder. "There are many ways to punish a naughty girl back here. But there are ways to pleasure her too. This, one finger in here, can be pleasurable, can't it? I can see your pussy leaking your desire onto my pants."
"Ohhh, Tripp, no please." Her humiliation was so great.
"Exactly, this is a punishment." He drew out and she thought for a second he was through disgracing her, but just as quickly, he had added another finger and drove it into her dirty little back hole with the first one.
"Ow, owww, please stop. It hurts! Your fingers are too big! I'm sorry. I'll obey anything you say. I'll be good." She pushed her pelvis against his thigh, trying to get away from his probing, or trying to rub her pussy on something, anything. He was driving her crazy with his fingers pumping in and out of her bottom. She felt like she was going to come undone.
"You remember this punishment, because if I have to warn you about running away from me when you have a spanking coming again, I will be much more severe. Understood?"
"Yes, sir. Ohhh…" She wilted over his lap again when he withdrew. As humiliated as she was, she felt his absence immediately.
