myself."
Queenie wasn't making it easy. She squirmed and beat on his back with her fists. How dare he do this to her in front of her whole family. And why wasn't anybody coming to her rescue? "Let me go!"
Ace turned and gave his fiancé a stern stare that said she'd been caught trying to meddle.
Gabby looked from Queenie to Ace, shaking her head. "I didn't do it!"
Angrier than ever, Queenie flailed and wailed. "I hate you, Will Mazie!"
He started toward the house. "Fine with me." Both of the terriers trotted alongside them as they went into the cool interior and toward the stairs.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To your room where we can have this talk in private." They'd come to the landing. "Which one is it?"
"I'm not telling!"
"Never mind. Lucy and Ethel are standing in the doorway."
"Oh!" She struggled hard again. Her arms were getting tired and yet he didn't seem in the least bit affected by her blows. She knew they'd entered her room when the carpet color changed and Lucy and Ethel trotted in as though they belonged there.
He dumped her on the bed and she let out a little oof, quickly squirming away from where he stood.
Watching him start to undo his suspenders, her heart skipped a beat. A part of her wanted to sit there, passive, enjoying the sight of him stripping down. She'd never actually seen him naked. Queenie moistened her lips. Was he planning on making love to her again? Her nipples tingled.
But he took off his suspenders and nothing else. Queenie tried to stomp on the niggling disappointment she felt, but wasn't particularly successful.
"W-what are you going to do?"
He folded the suspenders carefully over his hand, tucking the metal parts in his fist and leaving a short tail out. "I'm going to spank your rear until you can't sit."
"No! I won't let you!" Her bottom heated in anticipation as she scrambled toward the headboard.
"Don't make me chase you down, Queenie."
"You can't do this!"
"Oh really? Your whole family seems to think I can."
And a bunch of turncoats they were, too. There weren't very many ways she could get out of this, but she had to try. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Yes, you did."
Well, actually, she most certainly had meant to hurt him. But admitting that wouldn't help her cause. "I'm sorry. I was angry. You make me so angry sometimes."
He grinned. "I'm glad I bring out the passion in you."
"Passion! Why you…" She knelt up, intent on smacking him in the chest, but he grabbed her and turned her, pulling up her pelvis until she was kneeling on the bed with her butt facing him. "Hey!"
"Hey yourself," he said, throwing her skirt upon her back as he pressed her shoulders down. "Hold still!"
"Like hell I will!" Lucy and Ethel began to bark and dance around the bed, adding to the mayhem happening on it.
He brought the strap down on her butt hard, then, while she was slightly stunned with the sharp pain, he yanked down her thong. "I'm going to enjoy making your butt red, you little brat."
"Ow!" He was peppering her rear and upper things mercilessly, each staccato blow harder than the one before. Quickly, her butt went from discomfort to raging fire, and it kept getting worse.
"I will not tolerate such out-of-control behavior from my wife!"
"I'm not your goddamned wife!"
"Not yet, and watch your language!"
Her butt felt like it was being flayed. The sharp smacking assaulted her ears a microsecond before a new, painful welt was added. "Ow! Okay, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"
"I don't believe you." His spanking continued apace, and she began to beg.
"Please stop. Please stop, Will. I promise! I promise!"
He paused and bent to peer into her face. She figured the tears streaming over her cheeks were probably making her look pitiful. It hurt so badly, though. And, really, she felt kind of bad about stomping him. He made her angry, yes, but there was no call for her to get violent with him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as he stared at her.
"Okay. Now I believe
Queenie wasn't making it easy. She squirmed and beat on his back with her fists. How dare he do this to her in front of her whole family. And why wasn't anybody coming to her rescue? "Let me go!"
Ace turned and gave his fiancé a stern stare that said she'd been caught trying to meddle.
Gabby looked from Queenie to Ace, shaking her head. "I didn't do it!"
Angrier than ever, Queenie flailed and wailed. "I hate you, Will Mazie!"
He started toward the house. "Fine with me." Both of the terriers trotted alongside them as they went into the cool interior and toward the stairs.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To your room where we can have this talk in private." They'd come to the landing. "Which one is it?"
"I'm not telling!"
"Never mind. Lucy and Ethel are standing in the doorway."
"Oh!" She struggled hard again. Her arms were getting tired and yet he didn't seem in the least bit affected by her blows. She knew they'd entered her room when the carpet color changed and Lucy and Ethel trotted in as though they belonged there.
He dumped her on the bed and she let out a little oof, quickly squirming away from where he stood.
Watching him start to undo his suspenders, her heart skipped a beat. A part of her wanted to sit there, passive, enjoying the sight of him stripping down. She'd never actually seen him naked. Queenie moistened her lips. Was he planning on making love to her again? Her nipples tingled.
But he took off his suspenders and nothing else. Queenie tried to stomp on the niggling disappointment she felt, but wasn't particularly successful.
"W-what are you going to do?"
He folded the suspenders carefully over his hand, tucking the metal parts in his fist and leaving a short tail out. "I'm going to spank your rear until you can't sit."
"No! I won't let you!" Her bottom heated in anticipation as she scrambled toward the headboard.
"Don't make me chase you down, Queenie."
"You can't do this!"
"Oh really? Your whole family seems to think I can."
And a bunch of turncoats they were, too. There weren't very many ways she could get out of this, but she had to try. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Yes, you did."
Well, actually, she most certainly had meant to hurt him. But admitting that wouldn't help her cause. "I'm sorry. I was angry. You make me so angry sometimes."
He grinned. "I'm glad I bring out the passion in you."
"Passion! Why you…" She knelt up, intent on smacking him in the chest, but he grabbed her and turned her, pulling up her pelvis until she was kneeling on the bed with her butt facing him. "Hey!"
"Hey yourself," he said, throwing her skirt upon her back as he pressed her shoulders down. "Hold still!"
"Like hell I will!" Lucy and Ethel began to bark and dance around the bed, adding to the mayhem happening on it.
He brought the strap down on her butt hard, then, while she was slightly stunned with the sharp pain, he yanked down her thong. "I'm going to enjoy making your butt red, you little brat."
"Ow!" He was peppering her rear and upper things mercilessly, each staccato blow harder than the one before. Quickly, her butt went from discomfort to raging fire, and it kept getting worse.
"I will not tolerate such out-of-control behavior from my wife!"
"I'm not your goddamned wife!"
"Not yet, and watch your language!"
Her butt felt like it was being flayed. The sharp smacking assaulted her ears a microsecond before a new, painful welt was added. "Ow! Okay, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"
"I don't believe you." His spanking continued apace, and she began to beg.
"Please stop. Please stop, Will. I promise! I promise!"
He paused and bent to peer into her face. She figured the tears streaming over her cheeks were probably making her look pitiful. It hurt so badly, though. And, really, she felt kind of bad about stomping him. He made her angry, yes, but there was no call for her to get violent with him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as he stared at her.
"Okay. Now I believe
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