Rebellious Bride (10 page)

“You
never forbid me to go down the gorge,” Abigail reminded him indignantly.
“That doesn’t mean it’s any safer than the ridge, and you should have
enough sense to know it,” Aaron barked at her.

“I think
you’re making mountains of molehills,” Darcy announced.

“And I
think otherwise. You two set off on this wild hike just to spite me, you drank
like a couple of rowdies, got yourself lost. You’re in a heap of trouble.”

“You have
no place to lecture me, Aaron
Barrowl
” Darcy
blurted out trying to rise from her seat.

‘Sit
down!” Aaron blared. “I’ve as much right to lecture you as I did
before. Any woman or man that leads my wife into a near disaster like this
deserves exactly what she gets.”

“Aaron .
. . ” Abigail tried interrupt, until Aaron turned his angry eye on her.

“And you!
You were getting back at me for reining in your fancy ideas this morn-
ing
. I know you well enough to have that one figured.”
Aaron’s fury seemed to grow by leaps and bounds with his thoughts focusing on
his wife. “The only way I know to settle this is in the shed, ladies. I
suspect you’d better go there now before I get any angrier.”

‘Aaron,
no,” Abigail pleaded.

“Don’t
even try it, Abby. Go to the shed and wait for me. And if it’s a long wait, all
the better. Maybe it will scare you as much as you two brats scared me
tonight.”

Aaron turned
on his heel and left the room.

“Good,
God, what have we done?” Abigail said, despondently. The thought of
getting spanked that night was not appeal-
ing
.

“Having
fun,” Darcy whispered to her, not at all chagrined by the consequences.
“So, if we get our asses
whupped
, well then, let
it be as good as the brew we had today.” She was practically smiling,
hardly quaking in her boots the way Abigail was. Such nerve Darcy had, Abigail
thought, as her dearest friend in all the world led her by to the shed behind
the house.

Aaron had
never punished Abigail in this shed. He’d threatened a couple of times, but
she’d managed to avert that hap
pening
. In recent
weeks, behaving herself so well, she was beginning to think that she’d never
have to face another chastise-
ment
. Strange how
things can change so fast. Not so strange that it took a visit from Darcy
Greenwood to make that change.

The two women
waited at least
fif
-teen minutes before Aaron arrived
at the shed. Those minutes were interminable, each woman recalling the times
before that Aaron had bared and bruised their bottoms.

At least when
Aaron finally showed his face in the doorway, he was not as angry as he’d been
before; though he was clearly purposeful in his task: a long leather strap
dangled from one hand, and he held a wooden paddle in the other.

Did he plan to
use both? they wondered. Both women shrunk back a little at the sight of the
fierce looking implements.

“Darcy,
you’re first,” Aaron announced.

The feisty
redhead stepped forward, proud as you please. She was not about to let Aaron
Barrow get the better of her. “I suppose you want my pants down?” she
said.

Aaron nodded.
“You can turn about and lean over the workbench, but your ass will be
bare.” He laid the paddle and the strap on the bench so she could see them
clearly.

Wasting no
time, Darcy, turned around and undid the button on her pants. Working the
garment from her hips, she revealed two pink mounds of flesh that would be the
subject of Aaron’s attention. Leaning over the bench as ordered, she grasped
the other side and bowed her head to the wood. It had been awhile since she’d
been whipped, but she knew exactly what Aaron expected.

“You
know, Darcy, I never thought I’d have to do this to you again, but…”

“But
what?”

“I think
you wanted for this,” he said.

It was
something for Darcy to consider, but she didn’t have much time for that.
Picking up the leather strap, Aaron let it fly fast against Darcy’s ass.

“Good
god, that hurts. Do you
hafta
hit so hard?” she
muttered.

Not honoring
her retort with an answer, Aaron began with a reign of strokes, the strap
landing with sharp repeat
ed
blows across the center
of the young woman’s posterior. From pink to red in a mere minute, the effect
was more than just on the surface of Darcy’s skin, the cocky woman was howling
like crazy - this was far worse than anything she remembered.

“You
blasted
sonafa
…” she tried a rash of
swearing, but her words were gar-bled by the sounds of her own sobs. “
Goddam
, this hurts!” she managed to blare at one
point, but Aaron wasn’t stopping.

What was truly
amazing was that Darcy might have gotten away from the whole-thing if she’d put
forth any effort But instead she remained in her place, taking her punishment,
as if to do otherwise would be backing down from a battle she was proud to wage
- even though she was on the
loosing
end. She endured
it for her own sense of pride, and for her companion in this misery, Abigail,
who watched the terrifying spectacle from the other side of the room.

As Abigail
gazed at Darcy’s redden-
ing
rear, it only reminded
her that she was would be next, the anticipation was not a welcome feeling.
Even more stirring for her, she was surprised to see that Darcy Greenwood would
allow anyone to wail on her this way. She suspected that Darcy and her husband
had some unwritten agreement that went back all those years. Perhaps even Darcy
needed to account for her behavior once and a while, and Aaron Barrow was the
only one to see that happened.

The leather
strap smacked hard, the sound impressive, just as impressive as Darcy’s scarlet
bottom. Abigail thought that Aaron would never stop; the ferocity of the smacks
were beyond anything she
remem-bered
. The woman’s
whole backside was red from the tops of her thighs to the top of her posterior.
She didn’t know how her friend could take much more. And just as Abigail was
about to intercede on Darcy’s behalf, Aaron began to slow the pace, until with
a few finishing swats, he finally stopped.

“It’s
been long overdue, Darcy. I
sus-pect
you know that
too,” he told the recover-
ing
young woman.

She sobbed
very quietly so it didn’t seem that she was all that distressed, but Abigail
could tell she was, and so could Aaron. Standing upright again, Darcy put on
her proudest, cockiest bearing, as she pulled up her pants and turned about to
stare Aaron in the eye.

“I
suppose I deserved that,” she said with a sigh.

“And
probably a while lot more. But I can only punish you for what I know
about.”

Darcy smirked.
“It’s a good thing.”

“Well,
you may go nurse your bottom inside the house. I still have my wife to attend
to.”

The redhead
looked at Abigail. “Hey, don’t be too hard on her,” she told Aaron.
“You know this whole thing was my fault.”

“If I
really believed that, I’d have punished you twice as long, Miss
Greenwood,” Aaron said sternly. “As it is, she’s going to get exactly
what she needs. Now you get on.”

The feisty
brat almost smiled when she left, but that would have been a little unfair to
poor Abigail who still had her own punishment about to commence.

The husband
and wife watched the shed door close, Aaron standing before it, Abigail to one
side. With his back to her, Abigail wondered what her husband was thinking as
he remained for some moments not moving. Not seeing his expressive face, she
couldn’t tell. When he finally turned about, she was hardly encouraged by the
grim look on his face.

.Now, my
naughty brat. What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked. Abigail
shrunk back and bit her lip, part of a sheepish grin.

“We just
kind of lost our heads.” “And you really thought you could get away
with it?” he asked. “I mean, Abby, you reek of liquor!”

“Well,
maybe not,” she said. “But is spanking my bottom really
necessary?” she asked. Was it possible she could weasel out of this?
“After all … ”

“After
all nothing,” Aaron shot back before she could finish. “I’m probably
as furious with you as I’ve ever been. This was almost as bad as the scare you
gave me when you ran home to your mother.”

“But,
Aaron,” she groaned.

“You’re
over my knee this time,” he declared.

In a complete
change from Darcy’s punishment, Aaron sat down on a bench and drew his wife
close to him. She went over his lap seconds later, her skirt raised to reveal
her lovely robust cheeks.

“This is
one you’re not going to for-get,” he advised her, taking the wooden paddle
in his hand.

“Not the
paddle, please!” she protest-
ed
, seeing the
implement from the corner of her eye. Her naked cheeks clenched in fear, as a
grimace of concern crossed her face.

“Yes, the
paddle,” he said. “This one’s going to sting.”

And sting it
did. Abigail knew that unforgiving wood would hurt like hell from the instant
of the first strike. But it wasn’t just one strike to start her spanking, Aaron
leveled a good half dozen before he paused for even a second.

“
Yeeeeawww
!
Noooooo
!” she
howled.

Another half
dozen smacks, she howled all the way through them. Without even thinking, she
was flailing her arms and legs, struggling to get away.

“Please,
Aaron,
noooool
” she cried, trying to throw
herself from his lap as she wiggled about.

“Oh, no
you don’t!” Aaron blared, sensing the mutiny. Pausing just a second, his
free arm gathered her hands in his large fist and held them tightly at her
waist. His right leg, in an effort to tame her struggling lower half, went over
her legs, pinning them down - a circumstance that Abigail hated, though there
was nothing she could do about it.

Aaron resumed
the stinging smacks of the paddle, moving erratically this way and that about
her bottom, finding every white spot available making certain it would feel the
vicious sting. He was as thorough as he’d been with Darcy, Abigail’s ass end
turning crimson top to bottom. She hated that nasty paddle, but with no escape
from the mounting pain, all she could do was cry like a child.

“Please
nooooooooool
” she wailed.

“I’m
sooooory
!” she wailed again.

“Please,
please, Aaron,” she tried over and over.

And yet, her
attempts were pointless, and her voice was only getting hoarse from all her
cries. Aaron would end the spanking when he was good and ready and not before.
The blistering heat and the
impossi-ble
pain made it
one of the worst she ever had.

“You
think you’ve had enough?” Aaron finally asked her as he slowed his brisk
pace.

“Oh, yes,
Aaron, please!”

“You
going to use your head the next time I’m not there watching over you?”
“Yes, I promise.”

“And no
more drinking,’ he said with an added degree of sternness, the paddle
emphasizing his message with a few
partic-ularly
hard
strikes.

“No,
never, I promise, Aaron. Please I can’t stand it anymore.” There were
tears
steaming
down her cheeks as she turned her head
so he could see her forlorn face.

And ending
with two especially sharp smacks on the center of each crimson cheek, Aaron
finally laid the paddle down on the table next to him. Placing his hand on
Abigail’s hot bottom, he massaged her aching cheeks.

“Let this
be a warning to you. You will behave yourself with Darcy Greenwood. I don’t
care what kind of schemes that girl cooks up, you keep your head about you, or
you’re going to be feeling a lot more of this. Is that understood?

“It
is,” she said, snuffing her running nose.

Lifting her to
his lap, Aaron handed her his handkerchief to wipe her tears. Then holding her
in his arms, he made her look at his grim face. “Sometimes I don’t think
you realize how much I care about you. As much as I’m fond of Darcy, I wasn’t
really happy to see her. She manages to escape trouble like a magician, but it
seems to follow her no matter where she goes. This is a warning as much as
anything, Abby. Watch out for yourself.”

“This
wasn’t trouble, Aaron. It was just a foolish little trip,” Abigail
replied.

“I know,
and I’m glad about that. But don’t be surprised if you get roped into something
else. I can almost feel it coming.”

“I think
you’re all wrong, Aaron,” Abigail answered.

“Let’s
hope I am,” he said. Giving her a big squeeze, he planted a kiss on her
lips and smiled. By all accounts his anger and her punishment were over, and he
had other things in mind. “So, my dear wife, if you’re not too sore to
enjoy my company in bed, perhaps we could work off the rest of the tension
there.”