“Yes. Sir!” she squeaked.
“Now, tell me, who is the husband in this here marriage?”
“Um, you are, Tey,” she answered, whilst squirming sideways in an attempt to slip off his lap. Another hard slap, on her fleshy thigh this time, had her crying out.
“That’s right, Stephanie, I am your husband, an’ you promised to obey me in church jus’ yesterday, yet here you are arguing with me over a point of obedience, but one day later!”
He smacked her bottom several times, admiring his pink hand prints as they fell, decorating her pale fleshy orbs. He didn’t intend giving her a punishment, just a slightly uncomfortable bottom, one that would remind her just who was in charge in this marriage. She mewled but Tey could tell that she was in no real distress as he continued to pepper her up-turned rump with light stinging smacks. She wagged and shifted her derriere without any real determination to escape him. It seemed she accepted that he was not about to hurt her.
When he halted, he rubbed her buttock cheeks one at a time, kneading and squeezing while he calmly told her she could always expect to receive a spanking if she disobeyed him. His fingers slipped a little on her rounded flesh and he glanced down at his hand in surprise to find it wet. He brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed. He grinned. It seemed his new bride liked his form of discipline; she was aroused, well, well.
Tey slid his hand down again, between her legs into her cleft and sure enough his hand swum in her arousal juices. He dragged his fingers up her cleft and allowed them to tap at her burgeoning nubbin. She drew in a rattled breath, her legs drifting apart, making Tey’s grin widen and his cock stiffen. He shifted to ease the tight restriction on his engorged member. Stephanie shuddered under his hand, moaning. He worked his fingers faster, until she was audibly panting and mewling.
Then he stopped and she complained with a huffy “tsk.” He didn’t wait for more complaints but tipped her on to the bed and reached for the buttons on his trousers. He pulled her upright to sit with her feet over the edge of the bed.
“Before punishment you will always come first but, after punishment, I always come first. If I decide you deserve it, you will come second. Open your mouth.”
“Why?” She looked totally bemused.
He gave a dry laugh. “And you thought to become a whore? I am going to fuck your mouth, wife dear, and you are going to learn how I like it to be done.”
Stephanie looked shocked but duly opened her mouth. He nudged her thighs open and stepped between them. He cupped her chin with his hand and tilted her head up a little. “Eyes on me and give me your left hand to hold, if it becomes too much squeeze my hand, all right?” She nodded, gazing up into his eyes, her own looking rounded and nervous. He smiled to reassure her and lent down to kiss her forehead, then straightened and guided his cock into her waiting mouth.
“Close your lips around my cock and suck. Sheath those pretty white teeth and use your tongue to swirl over and around me.”
He gasped as she obeyed, the sensation, combined with the sight of his member being suckled inside her sweet warm mouth, very nearly undid him. He glanced down the length of her, seated naked as she was. Her breasts were a delightful handful, burgeoning with rosy tipped nipples just asking to be nibbled. Her concave belly and creamy parted thighs, her blonde fuzz only a shade darker than the pale hair upon her head was his for the taking. Hell, she was a pretty bundle of perfection. His balls ached and his shaft swelled, dang, he was about to come!
Unable to warn her, he jerked his hips backward but Stephanie followed his withdrawal with her mouth. Surprised she spluttered as his essence suddenly burst forth, flooding her novice throat. Tey was too overcome to speak and cradled her head against him as she released his cock. Instantly, milky white fluid leaked from her mouth, while still more spurted from his phallus spattering over his stomach.
Tey sucked in a deep breath and sighed, that had been amazing. He clasped Stephanie’s head between his hands and lowered his mouth to hers kissing her fervently. She was smeared with his fluids, he didn’t care, it was arousing to taste himself on her lips and tongue. He pushed her backward, lying atop her, his hands either side of her head pushed well up into her soft hair, as he kissed her with a passion. One of his hands snaked downward, between them and found her wet core. He parted her folds, his fingers easily finding her swollen nubbin. She was slick with desire and it took no more than a few swirls of his finger before she bucked violently under him, crying aloud his name.
He rose up on his elbow and smiled down into her hazy eyes. She gazed up at him for a while before eventually focusing on him properly, saying. “I have just now decided to be quite a naughty wife, Tey.”
He threw back his head, chuckling delightedly at her sass. He grasped her chin and mock growled at her. “Hon, you be as naughty as you like but don’t complain none to me when sittin’ becomes mighty difficult.”
The following day, Tey took Stephanie and Scamp out of town to show her the land he had purchased. They took a picnic and borrowed Stephanie’s father’s buggy. The land began flat and gradually climbed a wooded hill where a stream flowed down to a creek on the other side. All in all, the area Tey had bought was some fifty acres. Stephanie clapped her hands and paced the plot where they decided the house should go.
“Will we run cattle?” she asked.
“Nope, I figured sheep.”
“Sheep?” Stephanie spun around, staring at Tey in consternation. “Why sheep?”
“We-ll, darlin, we don’t have enough land to run cattle, so I figured mutton is becoming more popular now an’ sheep are fairly easy creatures to care for. I’ve been talking to Tressaire some, ‘bout sheep rearing, an’ such. He brought some critters over with him from Cornwall, England. He reckons he’ll be happy to sell them to me and give me advice on the diseases an’ pests they catch an’ how to tend them. I reckon they’ll do okay on the land hereabouts. We’ll have a couple of cows, hogs too, an’ chickens o’course.”
“I can have a vegetable patch and maybe a goat or two. Oh Tey, I never dreamed I’d live on a farm!” Stephanie skipped over to her husband and he caught her hard against him, looking down into her excited, gleaming eyes, his own blue ones crinkled with amusement. Her arm slid easily about his waist.
“You know I’ll probably be a deputy and away some nights, it’ll be hard for a while, hon.”
“I know, but we will build this farm up together, Tey. I’m not afraid of hard work.”
“Can you bake and churn?” he asked skeptically.
“You bet, mister, I’m not just a pretty dancer you know!” she said and huffed in a good natured manner. Tey tapped her nose with his finger and winked at her. Stephanie felt a rush of warmth flood over her and she squeezed his waist, resting against his long lean form. They stood still and surveyed their land, each picturing the future they would share together within this pretty valley. Stephanie saw a solid log boarded ranch house, with a porch and a swing, while Tey cast his gaze over the land, picturing it peppered with healthy stock and a sturdy barn.
Finally dragging his gaze from his land, Tey walked over to the buggy and pulled out a roll of brown cloth. He took it over to Stephanie and handed it to her.
“What’s this?” She asked.
“Open it and see.”
Stephanie unrolled the rough outer brown cloth to reveal her Can-can dress. “It’s just my dancing dress. I don’t understand?” she said puzzled.
“I want you to dance for me now,” he said with an intense expression on his face.
“But, why?” Stephanie looked bewilderedly at him. Tey stretched out his arm and ran the back of his hand down her cheek.
“Every time I watch you dance, I want to touch you. I hate those men leering at you, and the next time I watch you dance and see those men lust for you, I want to remember you dancing for me with my hands on your body, claiming you as my woman,” he all but snarled. Stephanie felt her body physically react to his possessiveness, her n
ipples burgeoned and her quim pulsed, releasing her female lusty fluids; she felt slick and swollen. She immediately wanted to please him and nodded her agreement. She walked behind the buggy to change and he called out to her, telling her to leave her drawers off. Stephanie’s breath hitched at his lewd command and her heart pattered faster, her desire making her yearn to dance for her husband. Without music or embarrassment, she whirled out from behind the conveyance, going into her normal Can-can routine.
As Tey watched her spin and twirl, the bodice of her red sequined dress caught the sun with a myriad of shimmering sparkles. Her shapely black stockinged legs, scissored and kicked, showing glimpses of her saucy red lace garters. His cock lengthened to attention and he allowed himself full license to lust.
The first time Stephanie bent over throwing up her dress to show her behind which was usually well covered in a pair of frilled bloomers, Tey called out to her asking her to hold her position. She made a lascivious picture, bent full over, her stockinged legs parted, her naked bottom framed by the red and black flounces of her skirt on full and lewd display. The secret shadow of her cleft became a tantalizing draw for her sexually charged husband.
He padded over to her and ran his hands ardently up her legs and over the flesh of her rounded buttocks, his thumbs deliberately grazing the labia of her sex. Satisfied by how wet she felt, he stepped back and told her to continue with her dance.
Every time she high kicked, he glimpsed her fair mons. He was now so hard that he ached. Taking his time, not once taking his gaze off his wife’s twirling form, he unbuttoned his trousers. His rampant cock sprung free but the ache in his balls increased and Tey was drawn to Stephanie, as a bee to nectar.
The next time she bent and flung up her skirt, Tey moved to her, and placing his hand on her back, he took up position behind her. She trembled but stayed obediently bent forward, her legs parted. Keeping a steady hand on her, Tey used his other hand to guide his cock into her slippery channel. She breathed his name and he thrust himself home. Dear lawd but she was wet! He squeezed her rounded buttock cheeks as he slowly pumped and ground into her welcoming warmth. His hands moved to her tight bodice. He peeled the fabric down releasing her breasts into his waiting palms, whereupon he rolled her taut nipples between fingers and thumbs making her mewl sweetly. After a while, he slid one hand down under her hips, between her legs, where erotically he felt his own shaft deeply embedded inside her wet quim. He moved his fingers until he touched the tiny hardened bundle of nerves at her entrance. He circled and pinched until she convulsed, her keening cry drowned out by his own roar of pulsating release.
He folded onto the grass pole-axed, taking her with him as he landed on his back. Curling protectively about her, he kissed her neck, held her back against his chest, his palms firmly cupping each of her breasts.
“Next time you dance, remember that I love you, Mrs. Tey, and that each and every dance is mine,” he growled into her ear.
Stephanie wriggled her bottom against his crotch.
“I shall ask Madam Jewel if we can add your contribution into the dance.”
She squealed loudly when each of her nipples were simultaneously pinched.
“Baggage,” he muttered softly against her ear. After a moment or two of contented silence, Tey drawled. Y’know, I’m gonna build me a porch swing facing this direction, so that when I’m old and grizzled, I can sit out here and stare at this spot of ground recalling the day you danced for me and the delicious way it ended.” Stephanie moaned as his mouth closed over hers, once again making memories to take forward into their distant future.
Chapter Fourteen
Kelly and Luke parted company at the jail house where the sheriff took control of the wagon full of rocks. Luke set off home, back to his parents’ store. Meanwhile, Kelly headed out of town on foot.
He had urgent business to attend to and he was in the foulest of moods, so when a buggy drove by covering him in trail dust, he cursed, glaring at the retreating contraption in time to see Stephanie and Tey all cozily cuddled up together upon the seat. He ground his teeth and his temper soured. He’d heard tell Steph had married his boss and had Tey been any other man, he would have enjoyed taunting him about his prior time spent between the dancing whore’s legs but, since this job was crucial to him, he’d kept his lip buttoned. He spat into the dirt where the buggy had just traveled and strode on his way. He’d have his revenge soon enough.
Tey drew the buggy up outside the Red Petticoat. Stephanie had picked a bunch of wild flowers and gathered some herbs for Nettie as a thank you for all the cooking she had done for their wedding feast. Tey asked her to wait in the kitchen, while he went in to speak privately with Gabe. He found him working in the office beside the kitchen. Gabe lifted his head at Tey’s knock and waved him inside the room where he appeared to be sorting out bills and receipts.
“Tey, what can I do for you?” he asked glancing up from the scattered papers.
“Howdy, Gabe, I jus’ wanted to thank you for our wedding feast and ask a favor, if I may?” he asked removing his hat.
“You’re welcome and sure, ask away.”
“I’d like you to keep a close eye out for Stephanie while I’m away and, should she act up, I give you full power to discipline her whilst I’m gone.”
Gabe steepled his hands and gave Tey a steady look. “Amigo, I take care of all my gems and I have full rights to discipline them, it is in every contract. But, as a married woman, well it would have been a difficult line to tread with Sunny and so I thank you for your confidence in me and I shall keep your wife safe.”
Tey nodded. “Thank you. I surely do appreciate it, Gabe.”
Tey held out his hand and Gabe took it saying as he did, “It might be best if Sunny slept in her old room when you’re away, I’d feel happier with her here with us.”
Tey grinned. “You took the words right out of my mouth. I was goin’ to ask that favor of you next.”
Gabe smiled. “Well, it seems that we are of like mind, my friend. How goes married life?”
“Yeah… good, we jus’ got back from seeing our new land and planning where we’ll build the house. Everything is… good, I reckon.”
Tey nodded, emphasizing his point and then put his hat firmly back on. “Well so long, I got Steph with me, she’s a visiting Nettie. I’ll fetch her over Friday with her things an’ collect her Sunday morning for church.”
“Come before church and have breakfast here with us, Nettie will be pleased to see you eating in her kitchen once again.”
“Sure, be a pleasure, see you Friday.”
“Adios, amigo.”
“Adios, my friend.”
***
Tey postponed telling Stephanie that he would be away Friday until Sunday. He had a strong suspicion that she wouldn’t want to stay in her old room at the Petticoat while he was gone and there was no point to his mind in spoiling these happy days until it was absolutely necessary to. The following morning, he escorted his wife to the mercantile and told her to choose two new store bought dresses. Although when it came right down to it, he determined which ones she should decide upon.
There was no contest as far as he was concerned, it had to be a pretty green dress scattered with white daisies. The material resembled a summer’s meadow and a dress of pink and white checked poplin with lace on the collar. They had a heated discussion about a brown split working skirt which Stephanie wanted and Tey refused to buy. The exchange ended abruptly when Tey embarrassed Stephanie by swatting her butt in front of Sam Singleton and several customers in the store. When she glanced about her to see who had witnessed her humiliation, she realized that nobody seemed to be interested. Obviously marital disputes were a regular occurrence in the mercantile and dealt with in a similar vein by husbands who finally ran out of patience with their argumentative wives. She noticed Sam wink at Tey but, apart from a couple of side on looks from a young man, no one else reacted.
Having caught his wife’s attention, Tey
told her to wait there for him and he suggested that she choose some ribbons or some such feminine items to bide the time whilst he went to speak with Jeb and Crawford at the jail.
When he still hadn’t returned after a half hour, Stephanie left the shop determined to find him. As she made her way along the broad walk toward the jail, she peered in windows and scanned the opposite side of the street for signs of Tey. Her arm was grasped abruptly from behind and, as she was spun about, her smile of welcome froze when she realized the man who grabbed her was actually Kelly. He had a nasty sneer upon his face as his eyes raked insolently over her form.
“Lookin’ for me, sweetheart?”
“N-no, my husband.”
“Ooh, your husband. "
“Don’t do this, Kelly.”
“Huh, what’s that supposed to mean?”
Stephanie tried to shake her arm free of his grip but he dug his fingers into her arm.
“Let me go. You had your chance with me and you abandoned me. We have nothing to say to one another.”
Kelly yanked her up against his side. “The hell we don’t!” he snarled as he began walking, dragging her alongside of him, heading away from the jail house, leading her out of town in the opposite direction.
“Kelly Thurgood, I love my husband an’ I’m a married woman now. It’s over between us, just let go of me and I won’t say a word about this!” She hated the panic obvious in her voice.
He didn’t answer but continued to drag her along the street. Stephanie glanced about for someone she could appeal to for assistance but apart from a few rough looking bearded men, probably miners, there was nobody about. The stores were all closed for lunch and it was quiet on the streets. They came to the end of the walkway and Kelly swung her down onto the dusty path, continuing to force her along with him. When they came to the last rickety wood house surrounded by scrub and some scratching hens, he yanked her over to the door and hammered on it with his fist. Maisy opened the door and Kelly dragged Stephanie inside.
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