His Errant Educator (Willamette Wives Book 3) (10 page)

"But… you can't!"

"I just did," he said, proving it as the heavy weight of her clothing settled on her back. She was absolutely stunned and then shrieked when his palm moved to rest on her… her bottom!

"Roger, you can't touch me there!"

"Where? Your bottom? Tessa, where else do you expect to be spanked?"

She felt as if her cheeks were going to burst into flames at his mention of such a private part of her anatomy. "I don't know… I didn't consider… Roger, it's… this isn't proper!"

"Teresa, I promise it is not only proper, it is absolutely imperative. Giving you a spanking over your clothing would be a waste of time and effort. The purpose of punishment is that you not only feel it given, but that the discomfort of receiving a spanking will help you remember the lesson. A tender, hot bottom will remind you that it is better to behave every time you sit, for a few hours at least." He gave her backside another pat before shocking her further. "And, Tessa, once we are wed, not only will your skirts and petticoats be lifted, your drawers will be lowered."

"But… that would mean I'd be bar… that you'd see… oh, no…"

"Oh yes, that will bare your naughty little bottom for its proper chastisement."

Before she could fully assimilate what he'd just said, his hand lifted and her spanking began.

Despite the fact that his palm was landing on white cotton versus bare flesh, it didn't take a half dozen smacks before he knew his errant little educator was getting the point. Her head arched back as he swatted her left buttock once and then again in exactly the same spot. He'd paid attention to quietly offered advice from the married men on the ranch.

Roger had gone to Wyatt for advice because not only was he a man he truly admired and respected, he'd watched as Wyatt courted Agatha on the trail and been pleased when they'd wed. He and Matthew had been surprised to learn that the road to wedded bliss was as rocky as the road beneath their wagon's wheels. But somehow, Wyatt had persevered, and after a few hellish months, the couple had become one of the happiest he'd ever known.

He'd heard Agatha beg him not to give up on Teresa and understood that she had feared Wyatt would give up on her. But he hadn't, and neither would Roger. There had been several quiet conversations, mostly with Wyatt but some with the other married men. The only man whose advice he ignored was Matthew's as it only consisted of one thing—the warning that women were not worth the trouble.

What Roger did pay attention to was the sage advice from men who not only adored their wives, but who were adored in return. He'd been told that it took far more to keep a marriage happy than just love. It took determination to prove that love in all ways… including being strong enough to take his love in hand when she needed a reminder that naughtiness would—each and every time—earn her a trip across her husband's lap.

"Repeating a swat in the same spot a few times intensifies the lesson," Wyatt had said one day when they were stacking hay bales in the barn's loft. "It's important to let her know she doesn't have to worry about her balance by keeping her tightly against you, or letting her hold on to the edge of a table, or the seat of a chair. But keeping her off-balance during her spanking by not being able to anticipate where exactly your hand, or strap, or switch is going to land, is definitely a plus. She needs to know that while her behavior brought her to this place, she is not the one in control once she's put herself into your hands."

Remembering those words, Roger moved to give Teresa two rapid fire swats to the lower edge of her right buttock.

"Ow! Please! Stop! That hurts!"

Ignoring her rather needless observation, he moved his hand up just a couple of inches and gave her two more. Her feet began kicking after he'd given her another half dozen. He was also prepared for that inevitability. Placing his free leg over both of her own ensured her feet would remain pinned. He wasn't expecting her surge in attempting to roll off his knee, but quickly hauled her back into place, punctuating his displeasure with two more hard swats.

"Stay still!" he instructed, his hand now peppering all over her rounded mounds without pause.

"Stop!" she screeched, her hands flying back in an attempt to thwart his aim. He did stop, but only long enough to pin both her wrists in one of his, pinning them to her back.

"I will stop only when I'm assured that you've learned your lesson," he said, his spanking hand continuing its barrage against her bottom.

"I've learned it!"

"No, Teresa, you are only beginning to learn," he countered, taking the opportunity to tilt her a bit further forward, ignoring her squeal at the movement.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
These four were delivered to that sweet spot where the under curve of her bottom met her thighs. Her reaction was instant as her voice rose with another screech and demand to stop.

"Naughty little girls do not make the decision as to when their punishment is over," he informed her, speaking loudly enough to be heard over the repeated cracks against her posterior. "Naughty little girls accept their spankings to help them learn to be better, well-behaved little ladies."

"I-I… please don't call me… naughty…"

"But, sweetie, you were very naughty, weren't you?"

"I ha… hate that wo… word!"

"I agree, it's not a very nice word to hear, but it's the truth though, isn't it, Tessa?"

It took another two hard swats to have her answer that came in the form of wailing, "Yes!"

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, sir!"

"That's my good girl," he said, patting her bottom before continuing. "And, young lady, that's why you are over my knee getting your bottom spanked."

A faint tinge of pink showed beneath the fabric stretched across her flanks, giving testament to the fact that his hand was making his intended point. Pink was a good start, but not the color her behavior and continued defiance to her discipline had earned. After another dozen swats, she stopped twisting her hips and slumped over his knee. It was the sign he'd been told to expect. With the stilling of her body, she was finally ready to accept his discipline.

"That's better," he said, though he continued to spank. "Another round to make sure that you will remember not to throw a tantrum."

She began to sob with the next round, every swat delivered with the purpose of teaching her that he wasn't going to give into such immature behavior.

"I'm so… sorry!" she sobbed.

He had no doubt that she was indeed, as he could not only see a red glow appearing beneath the white fabric of her drawers, but could feel the warmth radiating beneath his palm as it slapped down onto the center of her punished bottom. Once he'd covered every inch yet again, he gave her a pat and then stilled his hand.

"Are you going to fight with your sister again?"

"No! No, sir!"

Crack! Crack!

"Are you going to throw things?"

"No, sir!"

Crack! Crack!

"Oh, please, please…"

"Are you going to deny your part of the blame?"

"No, sir!"

Crack! Crack!

"Are you going to apologize to Mrs. Kennedy for hitting her with an egg during your tantrum?"

"What… oh, no. I-I didn't mean to…" It took another swat before she remembered the proper answer. "No, sir! I mean, yes, sir! I'll apologize!"

Crack! Crack!

"And you'll apologize to your pa?"

"Yes, sir! And I'll clean the entire kitchen!"

He smiled, as she evidently hoped that anticipating his next question would negate the need for those two awful swats delivered before each question. It was a good try, but wouldn't stop his lesson.

Crack! Crack!

"That won't be necessary, as I'm sure Barbara is making the same promises." Giving her bottom a final, far gentler pat, he lowered her skirts and then helped her off his lap, once more standing her between his legs. Though her hair was widely disheveled from fighting her spanking, and her cheeks were glistening with tears, she had never looked more beautiful to him. He used his thumbs to wipe away her final tears and then bent and gave her a quick kiss.

"Go stand in the corner."

"I… why? I thought you said you'd… you'd hold me."

"And I will," he said, giving her a smile. "But for now, you need to spend some time thinking about everything that has happened and—"

"But I thought about it already," she protested. "I don't like standing in the corner!"

"Do you like being over my knee?"

"No, sir!" she said, her voice ragged with her tears.

"Then, young lady, I suggest you stop arguing with me and get to the corner before you find yourself looking at the carpet again." He was barely able to conceal a grin when her eyes widened at that possibility. "Go."

"Yes, sir." He turned her and sent her on her way with a gentle swat to the back of her skirts. Not only did she need some time in the corner to reflect on her behavior and accept that her future now ensured she'd have a hot bottom each and every time she was naughty, he needed the time to allow his cock to soften. He might have been shocked and appalled discovering this very fact if it had not been for his friends informing him that it would happen and assuring him that it was totally natural. After all, he'd just had the woman he loved more than life itself over his lap, held tight against his stomach, his hand on her bottom… even if over her drawers.

Watching her in the corner, nose to the wall and her hands behind her back, he knew that once they were wed, this position would be different. Her hands would be holding up her clothing to display her red, spanked bottom, which would be totally bared to his view. With that vision swimming in his head, it took him a few additional moments to get his libido under control.

***

This time when she heard her name being called, Teresa turned, her lower lip trembling with her sense of remorse, flying into his arms the moment he opened them wide. She hissed a bit when he sat her on his knee but she didn't wish to be anywhere else. Burying her face in his shirt, she sighed, wondering how she could feel so totally contented when her bottom was burning. Not understanding how she felt, well, loved, didn't keep her from giving him a tremulous smile when he cupped her chin, lifting her face to his.

When his mouth descended upon hers, she arched into the kiss. It felt as if the fire in her posterior was transferring to her tummy. This kiss felt like none he'd ever given her. It was as if his lips weren't only claiming hers but were claiming her very soul. Her arms lifted to wrap around his neck, her fingers twined in his dark locks. Yes, he'd actually spanked her like a child but this… this was assuring her that he knew she was a grown woman. She gasped when she felt her woman parts, now decidedly damp, clenching. Her face colored, wondering what Roger would think to discover he was holding a woman who was suddenly quite anxious to discover what else he could make her feel once they were wed.

She gave a soft moan when he pulled away, attempting to pull him down again.

"I love you, Miss Goldman."

"Even when I am so… so bad?"

"Tessa, you are not bad. You were naughty but we've taken care of that with your spanking. You are totally forgiven and your slate is clean."

"I love you so much. Roger, I'm really sorry. Not only about today but about last week. I-I should have listened to you out on the ice. And I shouldn't have been so disrespectful when all you were doing was taking care of me. I was just… just awful. I-I was scared that you would decide that you didn't want me."

"Thank you. Tessa, I'll never stop wanting you. I will never stop loving you."

Feeling the fear that had been eating at her all week dissipate, she sank against him. "Will you kiss me again?"

He smiled and gave her a far longer kiss but forced himself to pull away. "I would like nothing more than to sit here and keep kissing you, but you still have some apologizing and cleaning to do."

"Yes, sir," she said, reluctantly letting him help her up.

"Hey, give me a smile," he said, taking her hand. "Your pa won't think I'm good enough for you if you are pouting."

"Oh no, he'll think I'm not good enough for you," she countered, but did manage a bigger smile as they descended the stairs.

"You are perfect for me," he said, pausing at the bottom landing to pull her to him again. Bending down, he held his mouth only a fraction from hers to whisper, "You fit not only into my heart, you, young lady, fit perfectly across my knee."

"Oh!" was all she managed before he gave her a last kiss. She was not only smiling, her eyes were sparkling and not with tears this time as they walked into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," both sisters said the moment they spied each other. After quick hugs, Teresa turned to her father, who was seated with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table.

"I'm sorry, Pa."

"I forgive you," Benjamin said, rising to give his eldest daughter a hug. When he pulled away, she saw his eyes cut to Roger. "It looks like your young man took care of you quite nicely."

"Um, yes, sir," she managed, wondering if her face was as red as she was positive her bottom was. Not wanting to consider that another second, she said, "Roger asked me to become his wife."

"Will that make you happy, my dear?"

"Oh, yes, Pa. It will make me the happiest woman on earth!"

"Then I couldn't be happier for you. Your Roger is a good man—one who won't let you down in any way, like your pa did."

"Pa, you've never let me down!" she countered.

"Yes, Tessie, I have. I've let both my girls down for the past several years but, as I said, that ended today. Both you and Barbara are too important to me to allow you to be unhappy. Even if it takes a warm bottom to remind you how very much you are loved."

"I love you too, Pa." She paused and then realized there really wasn't a point in trying to hide what exactly had happened upstairs. Shaking her head, she said, "I don't love the warm bottom part, though."

"Then I'd be sure to be a good girl for your husband-to-be. He has my full approval not only to wed my beautiful daughter but to keep her in line."

Roger watched his fiancée blush but also saw her soft smile. Benjamin gave her cheek a kiss and then relinquished her to her younger sister, who ran across the room and was far more demonstrative with her shriek of pleasure. The two women clung together again—not fighting but dancing about as they showed their excitement. Roger sank down into another chair and accepted a cup of coffee poured by Ben.