The Widow Wagon: Second Chances

by Megan Michaels

  Then, finally, they both stood before the preacher, Jim Callahan. And although the ceremony was rather simple, it had been filled with love and tears on both their parts. He’d surprised Sophie with a ring, just as he’d hoped he might. She must not have expected him to have one, for she’d sobbed when he pulled it out, slipping it onto her finger. It hadn’t been much — he’d sold an old clock from Mary’s family to buy it — but the meaning behind it was no less heartfelt, no less true.

  Mary would’ve been pleased. She believed in traditions, and giving your wife a ring on her wedding day was a good tradition to keep.

  Then the preacher cleared his throat, pronouncing them man and wife. “You may kiss the bride.”

  Daniel snapped back to the present. He lost himself for a few moments in the sweetness of his new wife. Her lips were full and soft, and he covered them with his, teasing them with his tongue. She surprised him by teasing back, their tongues dancing together. His cock jumped, becoming hard from her kiss alone. Her breasts pressed into his chest and he swore he could feel her stiff nipples through her dress. Common sense told him that with all the corsets and slips that such a thing simply wasn’t possible, but he felt those little points nonetheless, if only in his imagination. Sweat beaded on his brow then, and he knew he had to get her to the hotel. Fast.

  After paying the preacher, Daniel took his wife’s hand, intent on making his way to the hotel — and the consummation of their marriage.

  * * *

  Sophie kept looking at her ring. He’d bought her a gold ring with a red ruby stone! It sparkled in the sunlight that poured through the window. She swore it was the prettiest ring she’d ever laid eyes on. While she stared at it, Daniel walked up behind wrapping his arms around her, pressing small kisses up and down the column of her neck.

  “Hey, beautiful. You likin’ your ring?”

  “It’s gorgeous, Daniel. You’ve made me so happy. You didn’t have to get me a ring. I didn’t expect something like this. But since you gave me one... I’m in love with it.” She turned in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. He leaned down, covering her mouth with his, his tongue probing her mouth. He pulled her against him tightly, nearly squeezing the breath from her lungs, his glorious strength enveloping her.

  Daniel pulled away and said in a husky voice, “I’m gonna need you to take some of these clothes off, or I’ll be rippin’ them off you myself.

  “I wouldn’t be happy if you ripped my clothes. I’ll take them off as quickly as I can.” She smiled at him turning her back to him. “Can you help take my dress and corset off, please?”

  “You ain’t gonna let me use my knife to cut the buttons and strings off, are you?”

  She looked over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare!”

  “Unless you’re looking for a paddling little girl, you’d better stop giving me orders.” With an expertise that came from years of marriage, he undid the button on the back of her dress, lifting her hair to brush light kisses upon the back of her neck. He slid the dress off her shoulders and let it slide down her body, the heavy fabric gliding to the floor.

  As he undid the laces on her corset, she knew he neared the last one when her rib cage blessedly expanded, allowing her to breathe normally again.

  “I had the same rule for Mary. I don’t want you wearing these damn corsets unless we’re going to town or church. These damn things can’t be good for women. Christ! You can’t breathe at all in them.” He patted her bottom suggestively. “You hear? You don’t wear ‘em!”

  The warning was received loud and clear.

  “Yes, Sir. I hate ‘em too. I’ll be glad to wear less. Thank you.”

  The corset fell to the floor. He untied her pantaloons and let them slide to the floor with the rest of her undergarments. Taking a step back, he stared at her.

  Suddenly bashful, she covered her pussy with a hand, her arm shielding her breasts.

  “Don’t even think about it,” he said, batting her hands away. “I been waitin’ to see you in your glory. You’re amazin’, Sophie.” He cupped her breast with his left hand, kneading the flesh while his right hand twirled in the hair on her mound. The deep brown curls down there apparently fascinated him. She was damp with her arousal, and he stroked and pulled on the hair lightly, his finger easing through the curls until he found her clit. She closed her eyes as he circled it with feathery touches. He continued lower, gliding through the wetness of her slit before his finger slipped into her.

  He leaned over, sucking on her nipple, pulling on it until it stood up hard and proud. He stared at it, blowing on the wetness. Her hips thrust at that, her sex clenching in response.

  “Daniel, I think it’s time to get your clothes off now. I need to be able to see you too.” She pushed his suspenders off his shoulders, undoing the buttons on the front of his white dress shirt. She opened his shirt wide, kissing his chest as she did it, making her way down his stomach with nips and licks all the way to the waistband of pants.

  Just as she unbuttoned his pants, he growled and moved her hands. “Let me do this. If I let your hands get anywhere near me right now, I’m not gonna last. I’m glad you’re not a virgin, darlin’. I’m feeling like a young kid again.”

  “Don’t go too slow, Daniel. I’m not gonna last long either.”

  He pushed his pants off then, and his cock sprang free. She didn’t wait to be asked or told. She reached out, stroking the silky length, wrapping her hand around its girth. She leaned forward to lick the bright wetness off the head, savoring the salty taste on her tongue. Her tongue circled the head until she felt his hands under her arms, pulling her up.

  “Jesus!” He pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her, pinning her hands above her head. “Hands stay up here. Don’t move ‘em.”

  Then he slid his cock into her sex, making her gasp. He seemed too large at first, stretching her almost to the point of pain, but he stilled, letting her adjust to him before pushing himself in to the hilt. He rocked his hips into hers, his balls slapping against her body. She reached around to grab a hold of his ass.

  “Hands!” he growled, thrusting into her harder. From the growling rasp of his voice, she guessed he was barely holding himself back from coming. She quickly moved them back above her head, even as she lamented not being able to touch him.

  Daniel reached underneath her, grabbing her bottom, pulling her against him even as his hips ground against her, her clit reacting to the friction, inching her closer and closer to her own orgasm. He nuzzled into her ear then, licking her, the exquisite sensitivity of the soft flesh finally catapulting her over the cliff.

  “I’m coming!” she screamed, her sex clenching his cock in a vise grip, the spasms rolling through her body one after the other.

  Daniel pistoned himself into her faster and faster, pounding her, the head of his cock bouncing into her cervix on each deep plunge, making her cry out once more. He groaned and shouted with his release, his warm seed filling her. The burning heat of his essence sent her body over the precipice once more, another orgasm rocking through her body, her pussy milking his cock while her body convulsed, pulling his cock even deeper into her, drawing out every last drop of his cum.

  He collapsed onto her, and they lay together, sweaty and exhausted, catching their breath in that wonderful euphoric state that lovers enjoyed. He pulled his semi erect cock out of her, rolling off her onto his side, tucking her in against his body, running his palms over her bottom and up her back. The roughness of his hands comforted her. She loved the feel of his calluses on her body. They spoke of strength, fortitude, and long hours providing for his family. Perhaps one day, her family.

  “What’re you thinkin’ about?” Daniel pulled away a little, allowing him to look down upon her.

  “I’m thinking how much I love your hands. I love how they feel on my body. Your calluses rubbing on my skin.” She turned his other hand over, running her palms over the calluses as she talked.

  “I’m sorry.”
His hands left her back. “My hands aren’t soft and nice like the city boys.”

  “Don’t you dare.” She pressed his hand against her back once more. “I just told you I liked them. I love your hands on me.”

  To her surprise, instead of stroking her, he swatted her bottom with that rough callused hand. “That’s the second time today you’ve said ‘don’t you dare.’ Not smart, lil’ girl. I’m the one who gives orders here.”

  She rubbed bottom, pouting at him, then leaned up to kiss him gently. “I love you, Daniel.”

  “I love you too, Sophie.”

  Chapter Seven

  Married life had gone well so far. They didn’t really have to transition, they’d done that already. The wheat had been growing as planned, and the weather had cooperated. She’d taken well to Daniel’s schedule for her chores. And except for an occasional swat on the bottom, she’d had no punishment sessions either.

  Until today.

  That morning, Daniel had left to tend to the fields, and do mending of harnesses and tools in the barn. She had linens to change and wash, in addition to cooking dinner.

  There’d been a knock on the door, which in and of itself had been very unusual. She knew she wasn’t supposed answer it. After the incident with Smitty in Topeka, Daniel had discussed with her the importance of being as careful at home as she was in the city. She’d been given specific rules to never open the door if she didn’t know exactly who stood on the other side. This rule made sense to her, because it’d been the same rule that Clive had set for her.

  At the sound of the knock, she’d approached the door tentatively. “Who is it?”

  “It’s Smitty. I done brought my peddler wagon here. I knows you just got married and thought maybe you’d be needin’ some pots or spices and things. If you open the door, I can show you my things.”

  She had needed some spices and had hoped to pick them up in town along with some lotions — which she knew Smitty also had.

  She’d responded through the door. “I’m not supposed to open the door, but if you come back later tonight, Daniel and I will buy some of your stuff. Can you come back?”

  “Oh. I already saw Daniel, he said it’d be okay for you to talk to me. I’m only gonna stay fer a few minutes. Jes’ long enough to give you what you need.”

  It’d seemed odd that Daniel would tell him it would be okay for her to open the door without coming home to be with her. But her husband usually knew best. She’d opened the door and went out to see what Smitty had on his wagon.

  She had pulled out lotions, rubbing them into her skin. She’d also picked out a wonderful pot that would be perfect for cooking stews and soups in. Setting it aside, she’d gone back to looking through the array of lotions and perfumes Smitty had laid out for her across the floorboards at the back of his wagon.

  What she heard next made her blood turn cold.

  “Get your backside in the house. I want it bare and in a corner waiting for me.”

  She quickly set the lotions down in the wagon, and without another word, ran into the house. Her bottom had started tingling before she even closed the door.

  How could she be in trouble? Smitty had told her it’d be okay.

  Could it be that Smitty lied?

  She supposed that could be true, but why? She quickly ran to their bedroom, fumbling with the buttons on her skirt. She pulled the skirt down along with her drawers, and stockings. Then she toed off her shoes too. Her heart already beginning to pound, she stood in the corner with her bare bottom on display, as asked.

  The front door closed and she heard the bolt being thrown, locking it fast. She listened to him walking leisurely toward their bedroom, unhurried, the clomp of the boots on the floorboards louder with each step, the sound making her clit throb, her bottom tingle anew.

  His deep, commanding voice startled her. “You wanna tell me why you opened the door when you’d been given orders to never open that door to no one?”

  “I didn’t... well, I wasn’t going to open the door. And I told Smitty that. But then he told me that he saw you, and you told him to tell me that it’d be okay. It’s the only reason I opened the door.” She hated the whine in her voice. It sounded small and silly, but she just felt so afraid for her bottom she couldn’t help pleading note in her tone.

  Daniel walked up behind her his fingers working at the back of her top, undoing her corset as well.

  Once he had her completely bared, he continued. “So Smitty made up a lie and you believed it. It was that easy. You defied a rule that easily. Smitty said he’d talked to me — and you decide to completely discount my rule and let them in? I can’t lose another wife, Sophie. I don’t think I’d survive it. You put my wife at risk. But you won’t do it again. Come here.”

  She walked over to him to where he sat on the corner of the bed. “But I didn’t know,” she said, almost pleading with him. To no avail.

  He grabbed her arm, pulling her over his lap. She wasn’t even fully in position before he began raining down the swats so fast and hard it stole her breath away. She started kicking and raising her feet to try to protect her bottom from the assault but he quickly covered her legs with one of his, immobilizing her. He continued to swat her bottom, not letting up one bit. He didn’t even lecture as he did it.

  And then just as quick as it started, it ended.

  He pulled her up from his lap and helped her to her feet. “Get to the barn. Now!”

  He swatted her bottom, sending her on her way. She didn’t even try to entreat him to let her have a blanket to cover her nakedness. In the mood he appeared to be in, she knew she was a lot better off just doing as she was told, no questions asked.

  * * *

  He watched her run out of the room, with his handprints on her beautiful backside. He loved that bottom, squeezing it, rubbing it, and even kissing it. He didn’t, however, enjoy spanking it. Well, not for discipline. He’d taught her to love sexy spankings. Those were the fun ones. This would not be a fun one tonight. She really messed up this time. It scared him to think of what Smitty would’ve done if Daniel had been delayed any longer.

  He followed her out to the barn. She knew by now where he expected her to be. She’d be waiting for him in her stall. He’d watch her think for a while and then she’d be tied to the hook from the ceiling in the barn. She’d be receiving the buggy whip. He wouldn’t be harsh, but she’d feel the whip — and wouldn’t let open that door without permission again. It surprised him that she’d done it. She’d told him that she’d been punished by Clive for it twice. One would have thought she’d have learned her lesson by now.

  He walked to the back of the barn and found her standing in the corner of her stall as expected. He watched her quietly for a while from the doorway. Her shoulders were stooped and her back hitched with her quiet sobs. She had been paddled enough to know that this would be a very serious punishment. Gooseflesh had risen on her bottom and a slight tremble in her legs made her buttocks jiggle. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, anxiousness pouring off of her in waves. He slowly walked to the chair placed just outside of the stall and took a seat. Her back stiffened and with a quick intake of breath her breathing became fast and shallow. Her nerves apparently had gotten the best of her and she started rubbing her thighs and knees together.

  “Sophie, c’mere.”

  She came out of the corner, walking reluctantly toward him. He couldn’t resist, reaching out and twirling his finger through the curls of her pussy. “God, I love these curls. You seem to be havin’ trouble standing’ still over there. I know you’re afraid. You should be. Your spankin’ is going to be harsh. I’m sorry. But because it’s gonna be so harsh, I need to know if you have a need to relieve yourself.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She crossed her thighs just talking about it. “I was afraid to ask. But… yes, please.”

  “You can go behind the barn then. I’ll get your punishment ready for you. Go on. Hurry.”

  She hesitated for a mo
ment. He figured she would give him a fight about voiding outside, but it seemed her fear of displeasing him overrode that defiance.

  Smart girl.

  He pulled out the strips of leather and the buggy whip, bringing them to the area of the barn where the hook hung from the ceiling. He used that hook for many purposes in the barn, but one of his favorite things to do is tie up his wife to it and tease her sexually. He’d played with Mary several times, but hadn’t had a chance to play with Sophie that way.

  Yet.

  Today, he’d be punishing her while she was tied to that hook. He’d only punished Mary once like that. Hopefully, it’d only be once for Sophie too.

  Soon enough, she returned wide-eyed and blushing furiously with twinges of dread.

  When he reached for her, she dashed into his embrace wrapping her arms around his waist. He kissed her forehead as they silently swayed in each other’s arms for a minute.

  “Better?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Daniel. I wouldn’t have opened the door if he hadn’t told—”

  “If he hadn’t lied. I know. But you dismissed my word too easily. Do you see how quickly you decided his word meant more? I want you trusting my word — no matter what. You musta had a feelin’ that I wouldn’t have left Smitty to talk for me, didn’t you?”

  She looked down at her feet. “I did. It didn’t make sense. But I’m so new to you, I thought maybe you did.”

  “Oh-no, don’t even go there. This had nothin’ to do with our new relationship. This had everything to do with you wanting to look at lotions and hoping I had changed my mind.”

  She nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. She glanced over at the strips of leather on the floor, her gaze lingering on the buggy whip.

  “Ah, yes. I see you looking at my straps. I had hoped the set up I’m usin’ tonight would be for fun, for play. But looks like your naughty bottom is gonna have to be whipped first. Another night, maybe I’ll show you how much fun we can have with these things.” He bent over picking up the straps and buggy whip. “Hands on your head. Keep them there.”