Authors: Joannie Kay
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"Miss Chambers, I am sorely tempted to turn you over my knee and apply my hand to your posterior in such a way it would leave you no doubt as to how foolish I find your reckless behavior!"
Amanda glared at the man from her inelegant position on the ground, her green eyes glittering with pure temper and malice. The horse she had been riding balked at the last minute, coming to an abrupt stop before the stone fence Amanda was intent on jumping, and she had flown over the mare's head to land with a jolt on the wet ground. "Are you going to help me up, or are you going to stand there spouting drivel, Mr. Thorne?"
"It was extremely dangerous for you to attempt that jump," he stated, making no move to take the muddied hand she held outstretched toward him.
"You are not my father, Mr. Thorne," her voice was full of contempt. "If you recall, I told you I did not wish your company today. Either help me up, or get on your mount and leave me in peace to make my way home!"
"Are you injured?" he knelt beside her and started examining her closely for any sign of broken bones. He took the proffered arm and his strong fingers moved over the dirty sleeve of her ruined riding jacket. Her skirt was ruined, too, and her boots would take a lot of hard work to make them usable again.
"Stop that!" Amanda jerked her arm free of his grasp. "I have had enough of you for one day, Mr. Thorne. You may go now."
"I am not a servant to be dismissed, Miss Chambers," the expression in his dark eyes was full of disapproval. "Your manners are appalling, and it is apparent that your Father has neglected his duty toward you."
"How dare you speak ill of my Father?" she gasped, thoroughly outraged. "It is you who brings out my worst. I do not like you, Mr. Thorne. I do not wish to spend time with you, and I fully intend to tell my Father to stop encouraging your attention! Now go away and leave me to myself!" She picked up her small riding whip and lashed out at the infuriating Robert Thorne, wishing she had never set eyes upon their new neighbor.
strike me again, Miss Chambers," Robert warned her mere seconds before the small whip caught him again, across his cheek this time. Without giving the matter conscious thought, he captured her wrist with his left hand and wrenched the whip from her grasp with his right hand. In the next instant he pulled her from her position on the wet grass to land across his bent knee and then he started spanking her with the whip through her wet clothing! "This is a lesson sorely needed, young lady," he announced, feeling no remorse at all for his actions. The welt on his cheek was stinging furiously, and he was going to make sure she had a few welts of her own!
"Let me go!" she screamed. "Let me go right now!" He didn't listen to her and continued to strike her with the small whip across her derriere. The sting was unbearable! "Owwww!" she howled. "Stop this instant! I'll have my Father take a horsewhip to you!" she threatened.
"Your comments are only prolonging this chastisement, Miss Chambers," he said solemnly. "I would think a clever girl such as yourself would realize that a sincere apology would be in order."
"I would think even a bully like you would realize that you are going to be dead when I tell Father about this!" she retorted.
"Perhaps your Father will shake my hand and congratulate me for taking his bratty daughter in hand?" Robert said calmly, and he didn't stop spanking her even when he saw a rider approaching. Perhaps it was time Matthew Chambers heard about his daughter's less than perfect behavior.
"I hate you! I hate you!" Amanda screamed at the man who was bringing her to the point of tears. She would never ever forgive him if he made her cry! "I am not going to apologize, either!" she added, bracing herself for more fiery strokes from the riding whip she vowed to throw away the first chance she got! "Let me go, you bastard!"
"Your language is inexcusable, little girl," Robert spanked even harder, determined to give her a reason to regret her impulsive behavior. He was well aware that her Father was fast approaching and he increased the tempo and the strength behind the punishment. Miss Chambers was going to have ample reason to recall this spanking when she attempted to sit down over the next few days.
"What is the meaning of this?" Matthew Chambers dismounted and ran over to pull his precious child off of Robert Thorne's knee. "Amanda, honey, are you all right?" he asked solicitously, his green eyes watching the younger man who dared to strike his daughter.
"He spanked me with my own riding whip, Father... and after I took a spill from Glimmer!" she accused, her eyes overflowing with tears. "I am so humiliated... and in pain, Father!" she sniffled.
"You'd better have a damn good reason for tanning my girl, Thorne," Matthew Chambers was about as angry as he'd ever been in his entire life.
"She tried to force her mount to jump, sir, and she was thrown. When I attempted to check her for injuries, she struck me twice with her riding whip," he turned his face to permit the other man to see the fiery red welt on his cheek. "I felt justified in returning the favor." He watched as Matt's green eyes narrowed.
"Didn't I tell you not to jump that mare, daughter?" Matt Chambers asked.
"I forgot, Father," she proclaimed her innocence.
"Why did you lay your whip on the man for tryin' to help you?" Matt continued his questions.
"He touched me!" she declared in indignation.
"To see if you broke your fool neck!" the man said in exasperation.
"Father! You should shoot him dead for mistreating me!" Amanda declared. Her Father wasn't behaving at all has she had predicted he would.
"You did the mistreating, Amanda. You mistreated that little mare I gave you. You mistreated Rob when all he done was try to help you. You earned that tanning, and if you give me any more of your sass, you'll get another tanning when I get you home."
"And that is another thing, girl. I'm your Papa, and you can stop with the highfalutin' 'Father'. I don't like it and never have, and it stops now. Hear me?"
"I wish I had stayed in Boston!" she announced, and then flounced off, heading for the ranch house.
"She did not mean that, sir," Robert said when he was sure the feisty redhead couldn't hear him. "Miss Chambers is thoroughly angry with me right now and merely shifting that anger to your shoulders instead of mine."
"Her Mama spoiled her, son. Isabel left me when Mandy was only three and I only saw her two times in the next fourteen years. When Isabel died, I brought my girl home, and the last two years have been trying at times. She's spoiled rotten, but this is the first time she's actually struck someone. I'm real sorry about that."
"I've had worse, Mr. Chambers," Robert smiled, understanding the situation a bit better.
"Call me Matt, Rob. Folks are a heap more friendly out here than they are in England; no offense."
"None taken. Thank you, Matt," Robert acknowledged.
"I'd best go and get that stubborn girl of mine and haul her on home. Thanks for tryin' to help her, son. Come on over to supper anytime, now."
"I will do that," Robert promised, watching the man ride off in the direction that Amanda stomped. The redhead was certainly a handful, but now that he knew Matt Chambers didn't actually raise the little hothead it made things a lot clearer. He would give her a few days to calm down and then pay the Circle C Ranch a visit. One thing was certain, Miss Amanda Chambers did not bore him in the least.
* * *
Amanda was seething when her parent rode up beside her. "Come on, girl. I'll give you a ride back to the house. I was scared when Glimmer came back by herself."
"I cannot believe you permitted Robert Thorne to get away with beating me!" Amanda swiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hands.
"You're lucky that all he did was set your fanny on fire, Mandy. You earned a spankin'. Now come here so I can take you up in front of me and get you home and out of those wet clothes. I don't want you getting sick," he growled.
Amanda's feet were hurting and she was shivering in the disgustingly wet riding habit. As much as she wanted to tell her parent to leave her alone she didn't quite dare. It was a good five miles back to the house and her feet would be nothing but blisters if she insisted upon walking. She permitted her Father to haul her up in front of him, but refused to make conversation.
After one or two attempts, Matt gave up, and she was certain the silence suited him much better than trying to have a conversation with her. At the ranch, he put her on her feet, but when Amanda turned toward the house, he took her arm and led her into the barn. "You need to tend to Glimmer, young lady. If she is injured, I'll take a strap to you myself. Why in hell would you try to jump a skittish mare after I told you it wasn't safe? I expected better of you, girl."
"I wanted to get away from Robert Thorne. I told him I didn't want him tagging along with me, and he refused to listen. The fastest way to rid myself of his presence was to jump the fence."
"You're lucky you didn't break your fool neck," Matt growled. "Hey, Whitey," he spoke to the man who was already tending to Glimmer. "Is the mare hurt?" he asked.
"No, sir," the young cowboy answered respectfully. "Just doesn't like jumpin'," he added with a meaningful look for Amanda."
"See, no harm done," Amanda gave Matt a meaningful look and then turned on her heel to head for the house.
"No harm done this time, but that don't mean you didn't disobey me and unseat yourself. You clean out Glimmer's stall, Mandy, and see her brushed down and cared for proper. Once Whitey is satisfied you're done, you can tend to yourself. Boy, don't you dare let this girl talk you into doing the work for her. She needs to learn the proper way to care for her mare... and to listen to her Papa." Matt left the barn, ignoring the shocked expression on his daughter's face.
Amanda couldn't believe her Father was making her muck stalls like a hired hand! It wasn't fair, and she wasn't going to do it, either! She headed for the barn door, only to have Whitey move to block her exit.
"Miss, it ain't no skin offen my nose, but I reckon you'd best do as the boss says. He ain't one to cross when he's fired up on somethin'. I'll get you the wheelbarrow and the pitchfork is right there. Do you got gloves? Don't want you to get blisters, you bein' a girl and all..."
"Who the hell does he think he is!" Amanda stomped her foot in pure fury.
"I reckon he figures he's the boss, and the one who give Glimmer to you, and he's your Pa, too," Whitey answered matter-of-factly.
"Well, I'm not doing it!" she declared.
"Suit yourself, but you'd best tell Glimmer goodbye."
"What do you mean?" Amanda asked curiously.
"I figure Mr. Chambers will take Glimmer back from you if you don't take proper care of her. He caught a drifter whippin' his horse once and like to tore him apart. He won't take to you shirkin' your chores, Miss."
Amanda wondered how this day could possibly get any worse. She took the pitchfork and pretended that each jab was into Robert Thorne's hide! She was wet and miserable. Her expensive boots were making her feet blister, and her bottom still throbbed from the spanking. She couldn't believe her Father was treating her so callously. What loving Father forced his only child to muck out stalls?
One who was intent on punishing a daughter who disobeyed him and could have injured a valuable animal,
her conscience answered honestly.
Whitey hovered near by while she worked for over an hour cleaning out the stall and then laying fresh straw. She brushed Glimmer and then fed her. Once Amanda was all finished, she glanced at Whitey, humiliated that she had to have his approval before she left the barn. "You done a fine job, Miss. I'll tell the boss iffen he asks me."