The Widow Wagon: Second Chances

by Megan Michaels

  But they had endured and undergone other trials and storms, they’d weather this storm also.

  Like those buildings, they were made of stern character and strength. They’d withstand this storm just like they’d withstood every other storm in their lives. This time would be no different.

  Chapter Nine

  They’d sold the house, the barn, the land and the farm animals. But they kept the dog and their horses. Daniel’s parents, John and Liz, had been more than supportive and opened up their house to them both. They had a couple rooms upstairs that were theirs, and they had settled in well.

  It was difficult to move back home as an adult, but they had managed it with little trouble. Thankfully, his father understood the complexities of a new marriage — and a wife who needed discipline. Daniel had been told he could use the tool shed and barn whenever he “needed to discuss things with his wife.”

  Sophie thought she’d be able to get away with things at his parents’ house, apparently. She found out quickly that the barn there worked as well as their barn at their former home. A couple of sessions over his knee during those first few weeks had settled his Sophie in nicely.

  Sophie had gone to the main seamstress in Topeka and offered to mend and assist in large projects, putting the money aside for their new home. Daniel found a job with the local sheriff, and had become a deputy.

  The city had become busier since the inception of the Oregon Trail and the Civil War. Daniel was just one of dozens of deputies charged with keeping order in the bustling community. Mainly, they broke up bar fights and investigated minor crimes in the streets and stores. The pay was good and they were able to help his parents with expenses and save a little extra as well.

  He liked being able to come home at a regular time, not worrying if it was going to rain or if it might rain too much. The hours were reasonable and he didn’t bring the stress of the job home either. He and Sophie had discussed possibly staying in Topeka and raising a family either there or in a smaller, quieter town just outside the city. It might be difficult to raise a family in the city, but it wouldn’t be so bad a little further out.

  Daniel missed their little games in the barn. He missed tying her down over the saw horse, turning her skin a light shade of pink with the riding crop. He decided that it was time to look for an opportunity to be alone, time to string his wife up naked from a hook in the barn. He had brought his implements and whips, locked in a trunk, to his parents’ house and he’d been itching to pull them out.

  Before the storm he had been stretching Sophie with anal plugs. He’d leave for the field with her plugged and come home to a woman sorely in need of sex. She’d taken to the plugs better than he’d anticipated, progressing to a bigger one weekly.

  After the storm, they’d lost the progress the had made with the plugs. But within a short time of moving in with his parents, Daniel had started her regimen again. Daniel was determined if nothing else.

  “Sophie, push back on the plug. It’s almost in.” He watched the small ring of muscles stretching over the plug. Twisting and turning the plug, he pushed past the resistance, watching the glass slide into her, the sphincter tightening on the notch keeping it in place.

  “Oooo. That hurt going in.” Sophie wiggled her bottom, trying to ease the discomfort.

  “It looks amazing on you. I love seeing that little flange poking out of your cheeks. I wish I could keep you with your bottom in the air all day. There isn’t a prettier sight than a woman’s ass bared with a plug sticking in her ass.” He rubbed his forefinger over the flange, pushing it in, watching her squirm.

  “Daniel! Good Lord!”

  He laughed, loving the mortification in her voice. There was something sexually victorious in watching a woman vulnerable and under your control, struggling with the submission yet dripping with arousal. He slid his finger into her labia and brought it out gleaming in the morning sunshine, moist with her juices.

  He loudly sucked his finger, sighing at the taste. Her groan made him laugh again.

  “God, I hate when you do that. It’s just so... vile.”

  “It’s not vile at all, my dear. It’s... deliciously naughty. And I do mean delicious. He loudly suck on his finger again just to watch her reaction.

  “Good Lord!”

  Daniel slapped each cheek of her bottom. “You do not use that tone with me!”

  “Ohh. It hurts.” Her fists clenched the quilt on the bed.

  “Yeah, it’s uncomfortable to get spanked with a plug in isn’t it? Let’s play like this for a bit—I like watching your little hole suck on the glass. It’s hot as fuck, girl.”

  “Oh, Daniel, we don’t have time. We have to be down for breakfast.”

  “We have a little bit of time.” He lightly spanked her pussy, and she jumped. He continued watching her struggle with holding still and clenching on the glass. He stopped to rub her clit, his hand, wet with her juices. He swatted her harder, her hips thrusting when he pushed two fingers into her heat, her womb milking his fingers as he alternated with crisp slaps to her labia. It was on one of the harder slaps that she finally succumbed, screeching into a blanket with her orgasm.

  His cock throbbed and ached. He ground his hips into her backside. Quickly undoing his pants, he let his penis spring free. “Jesus, we need some time alone so I can take your ass proper and not worry about noise.”

  Sophie climbed off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. She hadn’t dressed yet when he put the plug in her bottom, so she was gloriously naked, her breasts wobbling as she moved to the floor. He reached out, milking both breasts in his hands. The globes were generous, each more than a hand could hold. He bent over her, sucking on her nipple, feeling it pebble in his mouth, letting the sharp point glide over his tongue. “God, you have the best breasts. I could hold these all day, Sophie.”

  “Well, thank God they need you at the bank.” She laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

  He loved this woman. She made his life worth living again. “Let’s keep this sassy mouth occupied.” He pushed his cock toward her, tilting her head up with his hands. He fought the urge to push all the way to the back of her throat. His need was so strong. He slowly pushed his way, thrusting slowly, letting her adjust to the size of him.

  “Breathe through your nose, Sophie.”

  She expertly sucked and licked the sensitive end, slowly licking the veins along his shaft. Cupping his balls with one hand, she pulled him closer, drawing him further into her mouth. He felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and he pushed himself deep to the back of her mouth. He pulled out slowly then thrust once more, easing his cock further down her throat.

  His legs trembled, and on one last, hard thrust, his seed spilled down her throat, his orgasm taking him over. Finally coming back to his senses, he eased out, letting her catch her breath. She gently licked his cock, her loving service rendering her lips a bright pink.

  “God, that was amazing. Thank you, sweetie.” He pulled her up and they both fell onto the bed in each other’s arms, stroking each other in the silence.

  “I’m going to get my parents to go to that dance and we can play in the barn, and I can finally take that beautiful ass of yours this weekend.” Daniel said, staring at the ceiling. He’d been patient, but it was time. “I’ve waited long enough and I’m not waiting one weekend more to take it.”

  “Such a romantic. You’re making me dizzy with all the sensitive, flowery words, Mr. Weston.

  He laughed at how his words must have sounded to her. “Yeah. I’m a sweet talker. But it’s the truth.”

  His parents had talked about a dance with the older members of the community for weeks. They’d asked Daniel and Sophie to join them on more than one occasion, but they had declined each time.

  Daniel didn’t even want to think about explaining his proclivities to his parents. He enjoyed tying is wife up, and by the sound of her screams and moans each time he’d taken her in their old barn, she’d liked being
on the receiving end of it all too.

  Tonight, for the first time in weeks, they’d have some fun.

  As soon as his parents rode away, he went to find his Sophie who was washing the floor on her hands and knees. He snuck up behind her, his finger easing between her soft buttocks, pressing on the stout plug stoppering her anus.

  Sophie startled, clenching and shouting. “Ohhhh! Daniel, that hurt!”

  “Yep, that plug’s nicely seated in your bottom. Are you wet, baby?”

  She looked around the room, shushing him. “Daniel! Where are your parents?”

  His laughter was rich with pleasure. “They left already. The place is ours. And that ass is mine. Are you ready, bad girl? Ready for your evening of fun in the barn?” He squeezed her breasts through her dress, pinching her nipple.

  Sophie gasped, closing her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Well, we ain’t in the country no more. So, I guess I can’t send you to the barn naked. But, I’m gonna send you in only your nightie. No pantaloons or corset. Just your nightie and your bare backside under it.”

  “But it ain’t decent!” She dropped her voice to a whisper and looked out the window, as if a neighbor might hear their conversation. “I-I can’t, Daniel.”

  “I’m not backin’ down on this, Sophie. Don’t you worry about the neighbors. If anyone sees or dares to say anything, I’ll make sure their husband hears about it and they’ll get a paddlin’ for sure. Now, put your nightie on and get that pretty bottom upstairs and bared. If you’re not here in fifteen minutes, I’m adding lashes. Understand?”

  He pointed to the stairs. She stood staring at him, and he knew she was trying to judge whether he would follow through on his threat. His face must have conveyed just how serious he was, because she didn’t just walk to the stairs, she ran.

  Tonight, he would use the riding crop, turning her skin pink, warming her up slowly and erotically. Then he would bring her to an orgasm to beat all others before finally taking her from behind. He intended to stare at his artwork painted on her beautiful bottom as the warmth of her ass pressed to his groin. He’d fuck her slow at first, and then slam into her hard and fast, bringing them both to a long, sweet climax.

  Yes, he’d be having fun in the barn tonight. She’d feel a sense of fear and sexual excitement just looking toward the barn. She’d come to associate that structure — just as she had at their old home — as a place for punishment and sexual delight.

  He poured himself a large whiskey to relax himself. He always felt a sense of anxiousness before playing. He felt responsible for her pleasure, worried about her sexual completion.

  Sophie came down reluctantly, looking very nervous. Once more, he felt such pride at how beautiful she looked. This was his wife. How did he get so lucky? She’d brushed her hair until it gleamed, and she’d kept it down, the shiny fall of it cascading down her back to just above her bottom. The nightie’s ruffled high collar accentuated the long, delicate column of her neck. The long sleeves in a soft white flannel spoke to the crisp autumn air. She’d obviously taken the season into account when she chose what to wear. Small blue flowers accentuated the crisp white, and the ruffle at the hem came just to her ankles. She continued down the stairs and made her way to him in a way that was almost… bashful. That described her look perfectly: bashful, shy and young.

  If she’d been looking to play a naughty young woman, then he’d definitely be game to playing the guardian or daddy.

  “So, young lady, are you ready for your spanking?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry for going to the dance without telling you first, Daddy.”

  Daddy.

  This would be fun. He’d definitely have fun playing Daddy to his bad little Sophie.

  “As you should be, bad girl. I’m pretty lenient with you, but you know you aren’t supposed to leave the house without permission. And you definitely don’t leave the house unchaperoned to a dance.” He slowly walked around her. Her back stiffened as a little shiver ran through her body.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are, kitten, but Daddy can’t have you ruinin’ your reputation by galivantin’ around town. I’m gonna have to spank your little bottom, and I don’t want anyone hearing. So we’re gonna take this to the barn.”

  “But Daddy, someone might see me in my nightie. I don’t want to go outside like this.”

  “You lost that choice, girl. You’ll walk outside as you are, or I’ll spank your backside and make you go to the barn for the rest of your discipline.” Daniel raised his eyebrows at her, waiting for her response. “Are you goin’ now? Or am I gettin’ busy right here?”

  “Oh, Daddy. I’ll go outside. But please make sure Sarah isn’t watching!”

  “I’ll watch, but believe me, Sarah’s daddy would blister her hind end if I told him she was watching.” He swatted her bottom. “You just worry about your hind end, and get to the barn.”

  He followed behind her, and as promised, he kept track of windows and sidewalks on their trek to the barn. Once inside, he shut the door and put the latch in place to keep out any unexpected visitors.

  He grabbed a blanket from one of the shelves, spreading it out over a bale of hay lying outside a stall. “Take your nightgown off and lay over that bale.”

  She swallowed, but didn’t argue. Pulling the nightgown off, she placed it on his workbench. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to stave off the chill from the night air.

  “Get over the hay bale. Hands and feet on the floor, legs spread wide.”

  “Ohhhh!” She whined, but to her credit she didn’t balk, laying over the hay bale as ordered.

  “Let’s keep you from kicking and bringing your hands back.” Daniel took thin leather ties from his pocket and tied her left ankle and wrist together, then repeated the same with her right ankle and wrist.

  She struggled against the restraints, her moan heavy with embarrassment.

  “What’s wrong, bad girl? Feelin’ a little exposed?” Daniel chuckled, running his finger along the seam of her bottom down to her exposed pussy, quickly finding that little button he loved. “Oh, baby you’re so wet. I think being like this upsets you, but your body is lovin’ it. Those pretty pink lips are so full. I love that you’re completely open to me. I can stick my finger into you and watch you try to squirm. Yep I’m liking seein’ my wife all trussed up like this.” He cleared his throat, pulling his digit out of her. He pressed the flange of the plug giving it a little twist. She groaned deep in her throat unable to keep her hips still.

  “Okay, back to what we’re doing. We’ll get back to my wife later.” He walked away, giving himself time to adjust his cock. Too much more of this and he’d be releasing himself from his pants, and finding relief before the games even started. He walked over to his father’s wall of tools, leather, and riding implements. He pulled down the riding crop, slapping it against his leg to judge how hard to use it on her delicate white flesh.

  “So, it seems my daughter thinks she’s an adult. Looks like it’s time to teach the child in the house that she still answers to the rules her Daddy makes for her. I’ll be reinforcing that with my riding crop.”

  She jumped at that statement turning to look at his face. “Daniel, you’ve never used a riding crop on me before.”

  “Daddy.”

  “I mean, Daddy, you’ve never used a ridin’ crop on me before.” She hid a little smile. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as he was — maybe more.

  “Well, young lady, it seems that your gettin’ too big for your britches, and this’ll bring you back to minding your manners again. Let’s get started.” He slowly tapped the leather riding crop on her bottom, starting her off with quite light strokes. The snick snick sound of the leather hitting her flesh didn’t appear to frighten her, but still she looked over her shoulder at the crop. In that position, she was unable to clench her bottom, but squirmed with the tapping nonetheless. He lightly warmed her thighs and bottom until her flesh
turned a light pink.

  “Your bottom is blushing nicely now. I think you’re about ready for some play and then some harsher spanks with the crop.” He took the end of the crop and pushed it insistently between her labia, rubbing the tip of the rod at her entrance, then stroking it down the length of her inner lips, the leather gleaming with her juices. He pulled it away from her sex and slapped her labia with the wet leather. He gave her three more crisp slaps and Sophie cried out, lurching in the confines of the leather restraints.

  “Feels good doesn’t it, girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Too bad I can’t bring you to your release yet. I’ve got a bad girl to punish first. Let’s paint that bottom nice and red. So, did you have fun at your dance, missy?”

  “Yes, Sir.” she said, giggling. “I danced with all the boys.”

  Whap! Whap! He laid the crop on her backside twice — hard. She moaned again through clenched teeth. If her legs hadn’t been restrained, she’d have surely pulled them up over her bottom.

  “It’s not right to dance with all the boys. Your Daddy doesn’t like it. What else did you do with all the boys, young lady?” He slapped each thigh leaving a raised mark from the crop.

  “Ah! Oh, God!” She bounced her bottom up and down, trying to relieve the pain and he loved the glimpses of her anus and pussy while she gyrated over the bale of hay. “I kissed some of the boys too, Daddy.”

  “Bad girl! Good girls don’t kiss the boys, and they definitely don’t kiss and tell their Daddy.” He slapped the crop on her pink bottom several times, overlapping the marks, and alternating with hard and soft lashes.

  She writhed with the pain, rocking her hips from the left to the right. Sophie squeezed her ankles with her fingers, unable to move those hands or shield her bottom with them. She shouted in pain when a slap of the crop landed across a welt already swelling on her bottom. Her poor bottom was beginning to show some slight bruising and redder welts.

  “Oh, Daddy! I’m sorry. I won’t kiss the boys!” She threw him a pleading look over her shoulder hoping to stay his hand. But he continued to rain down lash after lash of the crop, each stroke leaving a red mark blooming on her skin.