Magical Mayhem (18 page)

"Megan, you really need to listen to me. You are beautiful, and the reason you are getting this spanking is because you refuse to believe me. You are beautiful, and there is no reason for you to put yourself down and think less of yourself. Do you hear me?" he asked, not missing a beat.

"I hear you!" Megan sobbed the words. Talking was so difficult. The spanking was getting to her and she felt as though she couldn't take much more. "Please, Montague, no more. I will do better," she promised.

"I will stop when I am satisfied you have learned a lesson. You are going to count these and you are going to tell me that you are beautiful after each spank. Is that clear?"

"I can't, Montague," she protested.

"I can give you another spanking with the hairbrush until you think you can...?" he offered.

"No, I'll count!" She quickly decided, but her cheeks were flaming with embarrassment over what he wanted her to say.

"You are beautiful, Meggie, and it is long past time you realized it. We'll start now." He used his hand, and he spanked her throbbing sit spot on the left side.

"One!" she cried out.

"And..." he prompted her.

"I am beautiful." She said the words, feeling very foolish.

"Yes, you are." Montague gave her another hard spank, right on her left cheek, and then he waited.

"Two; I am beautiful." Her face was a beet red.

"Yes, you are." He once again gave her his affirmation before giving her the next spank.

"Owww! How many more, darling? I'm in so much pain!" She saw his eyes and realized that he was not happy with her. "That was three. I am beautiful," she whispered the words.

"Yes, you are very beautiful," he agreed, and the next spank was even harder than the last.

"Four!" Megan yelped. "I am beautiful." The words were difficult to understand because she was crying so hard. Montague agreed with her again, and the spanking continued in the same manner until he was convinced she was over her little snit with the others.

"You are beautiful, Megan Montague, and you'd better not forget it again, or not only will you be spanked, you will find yourself punished in another way you won't like."

"I don't think it fair of you to spank me now that we are married, Montague. I'm a married woman, not a bratty child."

"My dear, you are a spanked wife, and you will always be a spanked wife. It will keep us on the same page and clear up misunderstandings faster. I don't enjoy punishing you, but you will be punished if there is a need." He gave her one more spank and then he put her on her feet.

Megan's nightgown fell down to cover her throbbing, stinging backside and she quickly reached back to pull her gown away.

"Megan, you know better than that, don't you?" Montague asked, his voice firm. "It's time to dress for dinner. We don't have time for the nap we planned. Pull yourself together so we can go down to the dining room and have a wonderful time."

"I don't want to go, Montague. There is no way on earth I will be able to sit there and make conversation with the others. I hurt too much," she told him. "I just want to go to bed."

"No, Megan. You earned that spanking and you'll wear it. I've told you before that getting a spanking doesn't release you from other obligations. We agreed to have dinner with friends and we will do so. I am going to insist that you put a smile on your face and get yourself ready to go down to dinner and then the evening show. I expect you to try and enjoy the rest of this convention."

"I don't know how you expect me to do that, Montague! How am I supposed to get through dinner without making a fool of myself? I am miserable now!"

"And it is your own fault that you are miserable, Mrs. Montague. Now, am I going to have to take you over my knee again before you will do as you were told?" he asked.

"You can't do that! I have a right to express my feelings, and if I don't wish to go to dinner, that is also my right!" Megan foolishly argued, and wished she hadn't done so when he swept her off her feet and dropped her over his bent knee. His foot was braced on an ottoman in front of a rocking chair and she dangled inelegantly while he dealt with her impudence.

"I won't put up with that kind of sass, Megan. You are going to dinner, and you are going to sit on your chair without squirming and without complaining. If you let on even once that I made you come when you didn't want to, I will spank you right then and there. Nothing is to interfere with our plans this evening or tomorrow."

"Okay! Please stop and I'll get ready to go!" She was desperate to stop the spanking, but she was also plenty angry at Montague and the look in her eyes was full of temper. She was going to make him regret this spanking, she promised herself.

"Megan, I am serious. One little bit of brattiness tonight will earn you a spanking, and I won't care who is there to watch." He dropped her to her feet and then turned her toward the bathroom. "You need to redo your makeup."

Megan practically ran to the bathroom. She was angry and she thought it best to simply get out of sight. She cried as she sat on the toilet seat, but when she got into the shower, the hot water made her butt sting even more. She finally calmed down enough to do her hair and her makeup and knew that she would be acting all evening. Sitting would be miserable and she could only hope that the chair seats in the dining room were well padded.

Montague smiled at her, but she ignored him and went to the closet to get a dress to wear downstairs. Montague liked the fact that she nearly always wore dresses... except when they were home and she wore jeans around the house. By the time he came out of the bathroom and dressed, she was ready physically if not mentally.

"Smile, honey. You look lovely and I am proud of you and happy to show you off to my friends." They went downstairs and met with the three other couples and the talk was of magic. Megan's butt screamed when she was forced to sit down, even though the chair seats were well-padded. She had a terrible time eating, and one of the other magicians asked her if something was wrong with her food. Megan shook her head 'no' and tried a bit harder to eat. She didn't want Montague upset with her. The last thing she needed was another spanking.

Montague knew that Megan was pouting and he felt like paddling her in front of the entire room of people! There was nothing wrong with her food; she was making it clear to everyone that she didn't wish to be there. The more the others tried to draw her out the quieter she became. By the time they were all done eating, she was anxious to get off the chair.

"I need to take a trip to the ladies room before we go to the show. Megan, would you like to come with me?" Linda Denisse asked her with a smile.

Megan jumped to her feet and nearly upset her water glass in the process. "Yes, I could definitely do with a trip to the ladies." There was nothing that her husband could do but watch her walk away with Linda. Megan thought about claiming a migraine and using the headache as an excuse to avoid sitting through the show.

"Megan, I know that you don't know me very well, and I don't mean to embarrass you, but those men have no idea how awful it is to sit on a spanking! Jonathon has done that to me, and when it hurts to sit, it takes every bit of willpower to just sit there, nevermind eating!"

Megan felt her face turn scarlet and she wanted to burst into tears. Now that the woman realized that Montague spanked her, everyone would know! It was so humiliating!

"I know what you are thinking, Megan, and I am not a gossip. I won't tell a soul. I only wanted to give you some respite from those chairs." Linda smiled and Megan found herself believing her.

"Thank you. Montague told me to behave so that no one would know, and my first thought was that he would be irate with me, and I can't help being embarrassed that you know."

"Yes, I know exactly how you feel. I'll try to give you a couple of bathroom breaks throughout the show tonight." Linda smiled as she conspired with Megan. They talked a while longer, used the facility while they were there, and then returned to the table.

Montague wondered at the smile on Megan's face, but it was time to leave for the ballroom that had been converted into a small stage and auditorium. He took her hand and walked with her down the hallway with the other couples, who were laughing and joking. Megan looked up at him and he could see she was seriously annoyed and he was so tempted to take her to their room and pepper her behind and then bring her down to sit until the show was over, but she slipped inside and followed Linda to a row of empty seats that were close to the front and enough empty seats for all of them.

To her surprise, Megan found she enjoyed the show. She knew in her heart that Montague was better than the people in the show, but she was polite and didn't announce that out loud. Linda was true to her word, and they took a couple of restroom breaks until her husband caught on to what she was doing. He gave her a warning look and Linda immediately understood. She should have known that Jonathon would also realize that Six had spanked Megan right before coming down to dinner. She gave the younger woman an apologetic smile and there were no more trips to the restroom, even though the show seemed to go on and on and on.

"I need to leave, Montague. I'm in too much pain to sit here on these chairs for any longer." She whispered the words so that she wouldn't be overheard.

"Absolutely not. You know that sitting after a spanking is part of the punishment." He looked at Megan, and she looked away.

Megan waited until he was involved in the show, and she got to her feet and quickly slipped out the side door. She made it to the elevator and caught it almost immediately and hurried upstairs to their suite. She hurried inside and used the deadbolt on the bedroom door. She was not going downstairs again tonight, and she wasn't going out for drinks afterwards like they were discussing over dinner. Her butt was too tender and she wanted to lie down on her tummy and go to sleep, but she knew that she had to wait at least an hour or so before she unlocked the door or Montague would make her go back down to be social. Despite her good intentions, Megan fell asleep, locking Montague out of their bedroom.

Montague was not happy when he came upstairs after the show was over to get Megan and take her to the lounge. The bedroom door was locked and she didn't answer the door. It was set with a deadbolt and opening it without a key would be impossible. He didn't want to go to the front door and ask for a key. He knocked again, but she didn't answer. He went down to the lounge and found his friends at the table and told them that Megan wasn't feeling well and that he would be joining her upstairs in case she needed him. Jonathon caught his eye, and then gave his wife a meaningful look. He then got to his feet and said, "I think that Linda and I need to retire early tonight too. It's been a very long day."

Montague rode in the elevator with them and was surprised when they got off on the same floor. They were in the suite across the hall from them. Montague said goodnight, and then tried once more to wake Megan. When there was no response he pulled out the bed on the sofa in the living room and made a bed from the bag of pillows and blankets in the closet. The sheets on the bed were already there. As he lie there fuming he determined that Megan was in for another spanking. He wasn't about to put up with her running out on him and then locking him out of their bedroom.

Across the hall Jonathon looked at Linda and asked, "What did you have to do with Megan's running out on Six?"

"Nothing."

"Now why don't I believe that? You made an excuse at least four times to take her to the ladies room with you. She was so relieved and grateful to you that it was obvious you were helping her to evade the chairs at the dinner table and then at the show. You know how I feel about that, Linda. You were helping Megan avoid the consequences of her actions."

"She was uncomfortable, Jonathon. She needed a friend, and I was kind to her. What did it hurt?" Linda asked. She knew that she was already in trouble, but hoped that Jon would see it her way if she acted innocent.

"It hurt by allowing Megan to think it was okay to sneak off to the restroom every few minutes to avoid sitting on her chair. I think you need a serious reminder, Linda, to butt out and leave other couples to work out their own problems. You are not going to interfere in Six and Megan's marriage."

"I wasn't doing that. I was trying to give Megan a friendly shoulder, that's all. She feels out of place with all of us. We've all known each other for years, since most of us were in college, and Megan is new."

"New is not a reason to take it upon yourself to protect her from Six. Now, go on into the bedroom and prepare yourself for a punishment. You know what to do."

"But, Jonathon, I don't feel I deserve a punishment. I was kind to a new friend, and that is all. After you warned me not to take any more trips to the restroom, I stopped immediately. I did my very best to be good. I can't help it if Megan decided to leave the program early... and, she might very well be ill from something she ate at dinner this evening..."

"Do you really want to stand here and argue with me, Lin?"

She looked at him and saw that no matter how innocent she thought herself, he simply did not agree with her. "Sometimes, Jonathon, you make me so damned angry. You are so self-righteous. No one can ever speak a truth but you. No one can ever be right, but you! I don't care what you think, but I did nothing more than I said I did, and if you and Six don't like it, then too damn bad."

"You just crossed a line, Linda. You took a simple spanking and turned it into a serious punishment. I guarantee that you are not going to enjoy sitting for one bit of this convention because I am going to spank you several times each day to make sure you don't. Now go into the bedroom, lay out a paddle, and then stand in the corner and think about the disrespectful way you just spoke to me."

"You were disrespectful first, Jonathon." Linda turned on her heel and marched into the bedroom. Without giving the matter conscious thought, she turned the lock on the door, and then calmly went into the bathroom and filled the tub with water. She heard her husband try the door, and then call out her name. "Not tonight, dear. I have a headache," she answered him, and then giggled when she heard him cursing through the door. It would give him some time to reconsider his actions, she surmised.