The Widow Wagon: Second Chances

by Megan Michaels

  He paused, tapping the flapper of the crop against her welted bottom. “Will you flirt with the boys again, young lady? Will you leave the house without permission, going to a dance?”

  “No, Daddy! I won’t!” She started to cry quietly.

  “Daddy’s girl doesn’t do bad things like that. My little girl likes to make her Daddy happy. She listens and cares about his feelings. What does Daddy want from his little girl?” He stopped whipping her, and instead squatted in front of her, kissing her nose.

  Sophie took in a shivery breath. “My Daddy likes it when I listen to rules and obey. My Daddy likes when his little girl behaves and does as she’s told.” She smiled up at him.

  “Has my girl been good?” He wiped the tears off her face, marveling again at how beautiful she was — even when her face was red and splotchy from crying.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Yes, she has been a good girl.” He kissed her forehead and walked around her to stare at her backside once more. “As much as I’ve loved playing with young Sophie tonight — and I hope we’ll do it again another day. I wanna play with my wife again. You ready to play, Sophie?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to take out this plug. Help me by pushing it out as I pull, sweetie.” He twisted and it popped out easily as she moaned with a hint of sadness. “You feel empty without the plug don’t you, girl?”

  “I guess. It feels… weird to have it empty. The plug’s been in all day.”

  “Hold still, I brought a wet cloth out to wash you. And don’t you worry, it won’t be empty for long.” He retrieved the cloth from a basin on a nearby table, his heavy boots clomping on the floorboards as he walked back to her.

  He swiftly cleaned her, then picked up the crop once more, lightly slapping it against her bottom. “Let’s go back to playing. Your bottom is pretty red. I think you’ll be feeling this tomorrow for sure. This is long overdue. I’m going to need to toughen this ass up a little.”

  He started by slapping her pussy with the crop “Does that feel good, girl? Do you like the crop slapping your pussy?”

  She didn’t respond, her moans and writhing hips saying more than mere words ever could.

  He continued to slap her pussy just hard enough to bring the blood flow and warmth to the surface, her clit visibly swelling. He moved the crop down so that it slapped at the entrance to her sex, watching the juice coat her downy soft curls.

  Daniel angled the crop so the leather landed on her anus, and she tried to clenched her buttocks, her position preventing her from completely shielding her vulnerable hole. “Uh-uh, girl. I have you situated just the way I want you. I get to slap that pretty little hole with my crop until it turns all rosy — a nice, red, little rosebud. Let me get this rosebud the shade of red I want.” He slapped her bottom hole until it swelled a pleasing bright pink.

  He undid the buttons on his pants, letting his cock spring free. “I’ve been thinkin’ about that freshly spanked ass against my cock all day. As much as I love your ass, and as much as I love spankin’ that ass, I’ve been wanting to fuck it even more — especially after it’s been spanked.”

  He moved around to stand in front of her so that she could watch him stroking the silky smooth length of his cock. “Do you see my cum leaking, girl? Do you want to lick my cock?”

  Sophie nodded, licking her lips. His cock jerked at the sight of the pink tip of her tongue sliding over her plump lips.

  “Beg to lick my cock, Sophie.”

  “Please, Daniel, Sir, let me lick your cock. Let me lick the cum from your cock.”

  “Jesus! Yes, you may, girl.” He knelt in front of her, letting her suck and lick his hard length. He wove his hand in her hair, guiding her mouth down upon him. All too soon, he pulled out of her. “I need to stop this, or I’m gonna lose control.”

  He moved behind her once more, and kneeling behind her red bottom. He grabbed the oil he’d brought from the kitchen, he worked the oil into her anus pushing first one finger then two, working more and more oil into her.

  “Now you know you’re ready, girl. You wore that plug all day preparing you for this moment. When I press against you, push out. It should slide right in, but I’ll keep you oiled to make it easier.”

  He pushed just the head of his cock into her, stilling himself, letting her adjust to him. Her hips started to move slowly, and he reached around her, rubbing her clit, twirling his finger in her curls, dipping in to tease that little button. In response, she lifted her hips, pushing back as he eased the rest of his length into her. Again, he stilled until she initiated movement. She moved back onto him driving him further into her dark hole, the tight ring of muscles clenching around his girth. He grasped her hips, the palms absorbing the warmth of her freshly cropped skin. The feeling of possession rose within him. This was his woman. His sexy, fun, and very passionate woman. His woman who loved sex, loved being tied up, loved being spanked — and his woman who loved being sexually taken by her husband. The welts on her bottom were from his hand, his crop. He had marked her — and he’d now take her just as he had disciplined her.

  He thrust into her and watched as he withdrew his cock, reveling in her sighs and moans. Reaching around her, he worried her clit, increasing her arousal and catapulting her toward the edge of her orgasm. Her mewling increased in pace and pitch signaling that she was very close.

  “Sophie, girl, you can come whenever you’re ready, cuz I’m not sure how much longer I’m lasting. This red hot ass of yours is killing me tonight.” He squeezed her buttocks hard, the pain launching her over the cliff. She screamed so loudly that he worried that neighbor’s husband might actually come to see what happened in the barn. Daniel quickly put his hand over her mouth, just as he growled with his release.

  “Good God, Sophie. I think the sheriff might be coming to see if someone got killed in this barn. If someone comes I’m telling them that you got stepped on by one of the horses. Don’t you dare deny it, you hear?”

  Her giggles turned into a fit of laughter. Daniel growled in frustration this time and he swatted each cheek hard.

  She stopped laughing, her look suddenly sober as she looked back at him. “I’m sorry, Daniel. It’s just… I didn’t realize I was so loud that you had to make up such an outrageous lie. I’m really not laughing at you.”

  “I know you’re not. I’m not upset either — much.” He pulled out of her and quickly buttoned his pants. “Let’s get you untied here. Are your arms okay? You’re not feeling numb, are you?”

  “No. I’m fine. But it’ll feel good to be released.” Daniel untied her, bundling her with the blanket from the hay, and sat down on the bale, rubbing her shoulders and her red bottom until she relaxed and started to fall asleep.

  “I better get you up to bed before my parents come home. I do not want to explain to my father or, dear lord, my mother why you’re naked in the barn with a welted, red bottom.”

  Sophie giggled behind her hand. “That would be almost worth watching. Almost.”

  “Bad girl. Daddy will put you to bed, but if you’re not careful, your Daddy may give you a bedtime spanking first. So behave!”

  He chuckled as he stood, Sophie cradled in his arms, and brought her to their bed. Life had been better than he’d anticipated. He’d been given a second chance — and he wouldn’t waste it.

  Chapter Ten

  Life had settled into a pattern. They each had their jobs and functions — in the community, and in the household. They all got along and Sophie had grown to love his parents, John and Liz. They’d been so kind to open their house to them, and even went out of their way to give them time alone. And in return, Daniel and Sophie did the same for them.

  The women stayed at home sewing and mending for the local seamstress and laundry service, and except for the occasional trip into town to pick up cloth or supplies, they stayed at home. Most of the time, however, the men would bring the women to Topeka during the evening or during their lunches to the seamst
ress or laundry, not wanting their wives to walk alone in the city. Both Sophie and Liz had been given strict instructions on safety; not opening the door for anyone, keeping the doors locked at all times, and not going to town alone were just a few of those instructions.

  And, for the most part, the women had no trouble following these rules. Most days, that is.

  That morning while they sipped tea and mended, a loud knock sounded at the front door. That in itself was alarming enough, for no one came to the front door. Everyone they knew used the back door or side door to the house.

  Sophie had no trouble remembering her whipping in the barn, and just the thought of opening the door set her bottom to tingling. She wasn’t going anywhere near that door. However, her mother-in-law apparently hadn’t received a whippin’ lately, and she jumped right up to answer.

  “Liz! Don’t! We’ve been told not to open the door.”

  “Oh, pshaw! That’s just silly. It’d be rude to ignore someone at the door.” Liz continued toward the door, and she had her hand on the lock when Sophie pulled her hand away.

  “I hate to even admit this to you, Liz. But I received the worst whippin’ of my life from your son for answering the door when he wasn’t home. Took me out to the barn and set upon me with a buggy whip. I don’t want to go through that again. It’s dangerous. And when your son gives a rule, he expects people to be obey it. I can testify to that.” Sophie’s face grew hot from the blush rising from her chest. It embarrassed her to admit to getting spanked by Daniel to anyone, let alone to his mother. Lord, what she must be thinking?

  “He whipped you? Well, we’ll talk about that tonight, you can be sure. And to be whipped for answering the door seems just ridiculous.”

  “But John told you to not open the door too. I was here. I remember. We were told to not open it.”

  Before Liz could respond, the muffled sound of a throat being cleared could be heard through the wooden door.

  “Ladies, I’m still out here. Is someone going to open the door?”

  Sophie looked at Liz and shook her head no.

  Liz sighed and said, “No, Sir. I’m sorry. We aren’t opening the door. Please come back in the evening or on the weekend. We aren’t allowed to open the door.”

  “Ma’am, I’m an attorney. Robert Haskins. I’m here on official business for a Sophie Thomas, wife of the deceased Clive Andrew Thomas.”

  Sophie gasped. “Clive Thomas? Did you say Clive Thomas?”

  “Yes, Ma’am. Are you Sophie Thomas?”

  “Yes. Yes, I am. But I can’t open this door. As much as I want to see what you’ve got to say, I’m not breaking my husband’s rule. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Well, I guess I can’t blame you. I heard the conversation, and I guess if I’d gotten a whippin’, I’d leave the door locked too.” His chuckle could be heard through the door, much to Sophie’s mortification. “Please tell your husband that I came by, and I’ll try to stop tonight to see y’all.”

  His boots sounded heavy on the sidewalk outside of their house, but faded as he walked away.

  Sophie turned to Liz, pleading with her. “Please don’t tell Daniel I told you about my whippin.’ I’m not sure if he’d be pleased that I told you.”

  Liz scowled, turning in a huff to sit back down on her chair with her mending. “I will most definitely talk to him about this. I don’t like the thought of him doing that to you — at all. People come knocking at the door. It seems ridiculous that we can’t open the door to friendly people.” She picked up the white dress shirt she’d been mending, continuing with her efforts reattach a button to it.

  “I just... I guess I thought maybe he learned how to deal with a wife’s disobedience by watching his father. I’m sorry, ma’am. I shouldn’t have told you. Please don’t say anything.” Sophie took up the ball gown she’d been working on and started to reattach the dust ruffle on the bottom hem.

  “Well, I wouldn’t normally talk about such matters as spanking. But, John has spanked me... a few times. It was a long time ago though. And never with a buggy whip! My lord, he’ll be lucky if his father doesn’t take him to the barn. I just never!” Liz started to fan herself she’d become so upset.

  “I really think we need to leave the subject alone. But I definitely can’t wait to tell Daniel about Mr. Haskins. I can’t imagine why he’s looking for me, and it makes me wonder how he knows about my first husband. No one around here knows Clive’s full name. I’m not sure anyone in Sugar Creek — where we used to live — knew his full name either. It’s odd.”

  Sophie tried to think of what this could be about — and came up with no answers.

  * * *

  After dinner, John, Liz, Sophie and Daniel all went to the parlor to have a drink and talk about their day.

  Daniel could tell by looking at Sophie that she was bursting at the seams to tell him something. “Let’s have it, girl. You got somethin’ to tell me?”

  “Well, it’s all very interesting. Today, we had a man named Mr. Robert Haskins come calling. He said he’s an attorney.”

  Daniel frowned. “An attorney? Why would an attorney come to our house?”

  “Well, I’m not sure. He asked if I was the widow of Clive Andrew Thomas. No one knew Clive’s middle name. No one. It has to be official, I’m thinking.”

  “Sounds like it to me too. You didn’t open the door to him, did you?” Daniel leveled a look her way. He didn’t want to punish her, but he’d do it if she broke that rule again. He held his breath, hoping she wouldn’t confirm his fear.

  But before she could answer his question, his mother interrupted. “No, she didn’t open the door. I tried, and would have succeeded if she hadn’t halted me with the most upsettin’ news I’ve heard in a... I’m not even sure. She said you had given her a whippin’ with a buggy whip in the barn for openin’ the door to a stranger at your cabin. Is that true, Daniel?” His mother had her hand on her throat, looking mortified.

  “I didn’t think I’d be discussin’ this with my mother of all people.” He glared at his wife. “Thank you for that, Sophie.”

  She dropped her gaze to her hands in her lap.

  He turned back to his mother. “Yes, if you must know. I did give her a whipping. And I’d do it again too. Smitty isn’t a safe person, and I’d told her that. She’d been warned, and didn’t listen to my warning. If you disobey in my house, that’s what happens. I’m glad to hear her learning stuck too. She listened.” Daniel leaned over, grabbing Sophie’s hand and kissing the top of it. “Thank you, darlin’.”

  His father, John, turned his attention to Liz. “It seems to me a discussion might be in order. Did I hear you correctly?” John arched an eyebrow at Liz. “Did you say that you would have opened the door if this little lady hadn’t stopped you?”

  “Well, yes. It isn’t polite to not at least speak to people calling at the house. As it is, we had to turn the man away — and we still don’t know what he came here for. It’s deplorable.” Liz closed her eyes, shaking her head in disgust.

  A muscle in John’s jaw twitched. “But I’d clearly told you that you were not to open the door to anyone. Didn’t I?”

  “Well, yes. But not to an attorney. An upstanding, educated man of the community? Surely you meant vagrants, or low life.”

  John put his drink down on the table next to him and rose from his chair, walking toward his wife. “My dear Mrs. Weston, there was a time when you knew to listen to my orders and rules. It appears you may need another lesson on listening.” He reached out a hand to help her stand.

  “John, you’re embarrassing me. I’m not a young woman anymore. None of this is… necessary.” Liz looked to Daniel and Sophie, her face flushed with the humiliation of the situation. Daniel averted his gaze. He couldn’t have agreed more — it definitely was embarrassing. The thought of his father spanking his mother was... well, something as an adult he did not want to even think about.

  “Oh, I think it’s very necessary,” John said. “An
d I’m well aware that you aren’t a young woman anymore, which is why it’s just downright sad that this young bride here had to tell you to not answer the door. When I make a rule, I expect you to listen. Let’s not make this worse than it has to be. Stand up. It’s your turn to go to the barn.”

  Liz stood, placing her now trembling hand in her husband’s.

  John turned to Daniel and Sophie. “If you’ll excuse us. We have some business to attend to. And thank you, Sophie, for minding your husband and keeping my wife safe today. I assure you she’ll behave as a mature woman in the future.” He glanced at the suddenly quite pale Liz. “Come, my dear.”

  Daniel stood as well, reaching for Sophie’s hand. “We’ll be taking a walk around the town for a while, Dad.”

  “As you wish, Daniel. It’s nothing unfamiliar from what I hear. We’ll see you soon.”

  * * *

  “John you can’t be serious!” Liz pulled her hand from his, scowling at him.

  “Oh, I’m very serious, Liz. You could’ve been hurt if you’d opened that door. That’s why I make rules — to keep you safe. What if he’d been lying about bein’ an attorney and came in to have his way with you? Have you thought of that yet?” He pulled the barn door open, ushering her in then closing it behind them, pulling the latch and locking it.

  “But he wasn’t... well, I don’t think he lied.”

  John grabbed her arm gently, pulling her over to an area where a chair was set out near a stall. He’d used this barn for discipline for many years at their house. It’d served him well. Many bare bottoms were paddled in that barn — his wife being the main recipient — and it seemed that tonight he’d be reinforcing again who made the rules in their house. He sat down on the chair, pulling her to stand in front of him.

  “That’s the problem, Lizzie. You don’t know if he lied. He could have been anyone. You know this. Well, you used to know it, I should say. When I make rules, I expect them to be followed. Now, it appears that Daniel has trained his wife well.” He put up a hand to stop her from interrupting him. “I know. I’m not going to use a buggy whip on you. But you’re getting an old fashioned spankin’ from me for the first time in years. I’m thinking it’ll be enough since it’s been a while, and I’m pretty sure my hand is still as hard as it used to be. Untie your drawers and step out of them. We won’t be putting them back on tonight. This’ll be your bedtime spanking.”