clinging till the last possible second, he raised his head and looked at the woman sprawled on his lap. Her eyes were closed and she wore an expression on her face that convinced him she'd never really been kissed before.
"Molly?"
Slowly her eyes opened and she smiled, reaching for him again.
"Come on now, lass. We'd best get you back to the house," he said hoarsely.
"Not yet, Angus," she pleaded with a pout. "I want to stay out here a while longer."
"No," he repeated, trying to lift her off his lap.
Molly clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go.
"No, I don't want to go back."
"Are you going to be a difficult, disobedient wife, Molly?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Possibly," she teased, nibbling at the corner of his mouth.
"I see, well then give me another kiss before I take you back," he ordered.
Molly complied happily, snuggling into his strong arms as her hand cupped his cheek and brought his mouth to hers. Sighing in delight, she kissed him until he reached up and unclasped her arm from his neck. Looking at the self-satisfied expression on her face, it only took him a moment to make up his mind. In a single heartbeat he flipped her over his knees.
"What are you doing?" she stammered, screeching as he lifted her skirts.
"I want you, Molly. After this afternoon there can be no doubt about that, but I will have a wife who minds me, do you ken?" he asked as he swatted her bottom, the sting easily penetrating her thin drawers. "There will be no more lying or deceiving or whatever you want to call it. From this moment on there will be nothing but the truth between us, and the truth is I will not hesitate to spank your bottom when you deserve it."
"Ow, stop, Angus, stop," she cried, trying to cover her cheeks and finding her hands trapped. Each slap stung like the dickens and though she wiggled and fought, she could not get him to budge an inch.
"Don't think your beguiling ways will keep me from performing my duty as your husband," he continued amiably. "It won't. When you need a good lickin', that's just what you'll get no matter how prettily you plead."
"Nooo," Molly howled. "I'll never marry you now, never, never, never," she screeched, kicking her feet wildly.
"Oh yes you will," he promised her with a chuckle as he continued to roast her bottom thoroughly. Smack after smack fell, covering her from the crest of her rounded curves to the top of her thighs. "There'll be no more delays now that your secret is out. As a matter of fact, I'll be bringing the preacher to the barn dance to make it official."
"You can go straight to hell, Angus McGuire," she roared just before she burst into sobs and collapsed over his lap.
Angus gave her five more hearty spanks to make sure she was paying attention and then plucked her up and sat her on his lap.
"Now that we have an understanding, I'll have another one of those sweet kisses, lass," he said, wiping her tears with his handkerchief.
Molly turned her head away and refused to look at him.
"You're not such a thick-headed Irish brat you don't know you deserved that," he insisted. "Tis a way of clearing the air between a husband and wife and wiping the slate clean."
"We're not husband and wife," she hissed, wiggling as she tried to escape his hold.
"We soon will be, and if you don't want more of the same, you'll behave yourself from now on. Now give me a kiss, I need to get into town for supplies."
Molly pecked his cheek, but he laughed and caught her chin in his fingers and claimed her lips. Ignoring her struggles, he stroked her back until she relaxed and kissed him back. Not satisfied, he pulled her close and nipped her lip until she opened her mouth. Sweeping in with his tongue, he teased hers into
"Molly?"
Slowly her eyes opened and she smiled, reaching for him again.
"Come on now, lass. We'd best get you back to the house," he said hoarsely.
"Not yet, Angus," she pleaded with a pout. "I want to stay out here a while longer."
"No," he repeated, trying to lift her off his lap.
Molly clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go.
"No, I don't want to go back."
"Are you going to be a difficult, disobedient wife, Molly?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Possibly," she teased, nibbling at the corner of his mouth.
"I see, well then give me another kiss before I take you back," he ordered.
Molly complied happily, snuggling into his strong arms as her hand cupped his cheek and brought his mouth to hers. Sighing in delight, she kissed him until he reached up and unclasped her arm from his neck. Looking at the self-satisfied expression on her face, it only took him a moment to make up his mind. In a single heartbeat he flipped her over his knees.
"What are you doing?" she stammered, screeching as he lifted her skirts.
"I want you, Molly. After this afternoon there can be no doubt about that, but I will have a wife who minds me, do you ken?" he asked as he swatted her bottom, the sting easily penetrating her thin drawers. "There will be no more lying or deceiving or whatever you want to call it. From this moment on there will be nothing but the truth between us, and the truth is I will not hesitate to spank your bottom when you deserve it."
"Ow, stop, Angus, stop," she cried, trying to cover her cheeks and finding her hands trapped. Each slap stung like the dickens and though she wiggled and fought, she could not get him to budge an inch.
"Don't think your beguiling ways will keep me from performing my duty as your husband," he continued amiably. "It won't. When you need a good lickin', that's just what you'll get no matter how prettily you plead."
"Nooo," Molly howled. "I'll never marry you now, never, never, never," she screeched, kicking her feet wildly.
"Oh yes you will," he promised her with a chuckle as he continued to roast her bottom thoroughly. Smack after smack fell, covering her from the crest of her rounded curves to the top of her thighs. "There'll be no more delays now that your secret is out. As a matter of fact, I'll be bringing the preacher to the barn dance to make it official."
"You can go straight to hell, Angus McGuire," she roared just before she burst into sobs and collapsed over his lap.
Angus gave her five more hearty spanks to make sure she was paying attention and then plucked her up and sat her on his lap.
"Now that we have an understanding, I'll have another one of those sweet kisses, lass," he said, wiping her tears with his handkerchief.
Molly turned her head away and refused to look at him.
"You're not such a thick-headed Irish brat you don't know you deserved that," he insisted. "Tis a way of clearing the air between a husband and wife and wiping the slate clean."
"We're not husband and wife," she hissed, wiggling as she tried to escape his hold.
"We soon will be, and if you don't want more of the same, you'll behave yourself from now on. Now give me a kiss, I need to get into town for supplies."
Molly pecked his cheek, but he laughed and caught her chin in his fingers and claimed her lips. Ignoring her struggles, he stroked her back until she relaxed and kissed him back. Not satisfied, he pulled her close and nipped her lip until she opened her mouth. Sweeping in with his tongue, he teased hers into
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