Three more whacks quickly followed, all landing in exactly the same place, and she shrieked and kicked, trying to roll off my thighs.
“Hold still,” I commanded, tightening my grip. “This is not finished yet. I will not have you lie to me Elise. Not for any reason.”
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Shane, standing there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with interest. From where he stood, he would have a perfect view of between her legs, her glistening jewels wide open to his gaze. Especially when her feet kicked in protest at the discipline I was dishing out. Her beautiful bottom, rosy now, clenched tight as she dug her fingers into my leg, holding on. She had no need to steady herself; I had no intention of letting her fall. She was mine. Ours. She wasn’t going anywhere. She especially wasn’t toppling off my lap.
My erection throbbed in my pants, poking into her side every time she squirmed. I, too, could see every drop of moisture gathering on the lips of her delicate folds and I wanted nothing more to plunge my cock deep inside her. But that would have to wait. We would not claim her properly until we were wed.
I raised my hand high again, bringing it down with as much force as I could muster. Elise screamed and broke into sobs, her shoulders shaking. She bent her legs upwards and tried to reach back with her hand to cover her bottom but I caught her wrist. I shook my burning hand, then I helped her to her feet.
“Shane!” she reached for him, but I held her back.
“No,” I told her. “I was the one to punish you; I will be the one to comfort you.” I turned her and pulled her to sit on my lap, holding her tight against my chest. “It’s very important that you understand why you were spanked. Do you?”
“Yes,” she ground out between sobs.
“Why?”
“Because I lied to you!” she wailed. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“I’m very pleased to hear that.” I wrapped my arms tighter around her and kissed her hair gently while she cried against my shirt. I must have spanked her a lot harder than Shane had done because she hadn’t reacted like this yesterday.
It took her a long time to calm down. When we led her back inside, Emma was serving breakfast.
6
SHANE
I rode to town with Elise in her rented buggy. After we returned it, we would go and make Elise our wife. The runaway horse wasn’t so flighty with Roscoe riding alongside us. Emma, Kane and Ian, witnesses and guests for our wedding, followed. My thoughts were churning. Elise squirmed on the seat beside me, her bottom still tender from the spanking Roscoe had dished out this morning. He’d been hard on her, but I’d enjoyed watching her bottom redden under his hand. As she’d kicked, I’d gotten several glimpses of the swollen pussy lips that I had sucked on last night. I couldn’t wait to claim her, to make her ours properly. Soon, we’d fill both her holes with our cocks. The thought made me smile.
A week ago, hell even a day ago, I hadn’t been looking for a wife. I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I didn’t want to get married until I could provide well for a family. I didn’t want my wife and our future children growing up in poverty like I had, living in a poor miner’s shack. I still remembered the words my father had spat at me when I left at fifteen years old: you’ll never amount to anything. You’ll never be more than a copper miner, just like me. Just like my father before me. I hadn’t proved him wrong, yet. And I wanted to, before I found a wife. I was close; my blacksmith shop was doing well. I was good at what I did and I enjoyed it. But I wasn’t successful enough yet. Not quite. But it was too late. We were headed to the preacher and Elise was going to be ours. Roscoe and I were going to share a beautiful, brave wife. Already, she’d claimed our hearts.
Elise snuggled in closer to me and my cock stirred. I laid my arm across her shoulders, pulling her in tight against me. She rested her hand on my thigh. Her fingers crept out, sneaking up the inside of my leg, heading for my crotch. My breath caught in my throat. What was the little minx doing? Slowly, she walked her fingers closer and closer to the bulge in my pants. I didn’t dare breathe. I wanted to take her right then and there. I imagined pulling the horse up, bending her over the side of the buggy and plunging my cock deep inside her softness. Making her scream, just as she’d done last night. Filling her with my seed.
I exhaled loudly. I had to wait.
“How’s your bottom?” I whispered, nibbling her ear.
A blush crept over her face. She was so cute with her cheeks as red as her bottom had been. She bit her lip.
“Sore,” she whispered back. “Roscoe spanked me hard. Too hard. Why did you let him spank me so hard?” She sounded both petulant and bossy. Roscoe wouldn’t have stood for that, but I was more patient than my partner. I didn’t scold her as Roscoe would have done. Instead, I tilted her face up so I could kiss her pouting lips.
“I will never interfere in a well-deserved punishment my love,” I informed her. “But neither of us will ever hurt you.” I kissed her again, just briefly. I wanted to devour her, to lose myself in that hot mouth, but I forced myself to wait. There would be time for that later. We had the rest of our lives.
“Do you promise?”
“To never hurt you? Yes. You will be ours.
