Owww! Owwwwwwwww!!!! Bridget kicked her legs and squirmed
in an effort to free herself from his grip, but it was no use. Will was entirely too strong and easily held her in place while he
applied his firm hand to her bare bottom.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
"I’m sorrrrrrrrryyyyy!!!! Oh, stop!!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
OUCH OUCH! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Bridget
hollered and yelled.
"You are never to run away from me again, Bridget!" SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! "Do you understand me?" he asked while continuing to swat her bottom. SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
"I won’t!!! OWWWWWWWWW!!! I won’t!!!! I promise!!!! Ouch!!!!
OWWW! It stinggggggggggsss, Wil !!!
Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaassssssseeee!!!"
"Do you understand me?" he asked again, punctuating his words with hard spanks.
"Yes!!!!"
"Yes, Sir!" he corrected with another string of attitude adjusting slaps to her reddening bottom. SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!!
"Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! OOWWWWWWWIE! Please, Please!!!!!
Enough!!!! I’ve had enough, Sir!"
Will abruptly stood her on her feet, then pointed to the nearest
corner. "I want you to walk over to that corner and stick your nose in there and think about this, Bridget. In a few minutes, I will call to you, and I expect you to go and get your hairbrush and
bring it to me and ask me to finish spanking you for running
away. How sincere you sound will determine how hard and how
long you are spanked." When her eyes widened in shocked
dismay, he said softly, "I told you you would regret running from me, Bridget. This will be a lesson you’ll remember, and I hope it
discourages you from trying it again." He pointed again to the corner, "Get on over there, young lady, and hold that gown up to show your bottom. And don’t even think of rubbing," he added
when her hand reached back.
Bridget forced herself to walk over to the corner, and pulled up
her gown to expose herself to his gaze, thinking she’d never
been so embarrassed in her entire life! Not even that time in the
third grade when she’d been forced to stand in a corner for
talking to Delores Simmons. And, she shuddered, he intended to
spank her again, with the hairbrush this time! How could she
possibly bear that? she asked herself in dismay. And how could
she bring herself to ask him for the punishment? She stood there
agonizing for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only
about fifteen minutes, before Will called to her.
"All right, Mrs. Bishop. Let’s see how obedient you are," Will called to her. He watched as the lovely redhead walked over to
her dressing table and picked up her hairbrush and approached
the bed.
Bridget was unable to look him in the eye, but she managed to
say, "I’m sorry I ran away, Will. I know it was a foolish thing to do, and very dangerous. I know I deserve more punishment, and
I’ve brought my hairbrush to you so that you can finish spanking
me."
Will placed his finger under her chin, and raised her face so he
could look into her tear-filled green eyes. "That was very nice, Bridget. Please hand me the hairbrush." Bridget handed him the brush, bracing herself for what was sure to be another very
painful lesson. The brush had belonged to her mother, and the
back was hand carved from solid cherry. It had been used to
correct her mother’s misdeeds when she was a child, and now
she was to experience firsthand the sting her mother had told her
about!
Will patted the quilt beside him. "Lie down right here, young lady, and we’ll get this part of your spanking over with quickly. You’ll receive twenty since you asked so nicely."
"Twenty!" Bridget gasped in dismay.
"Twenty is considerably less than the fifty I planned," he smiled.
position right now," he warned.
"I was thinking maybe ten!" she pleaded.
"Thirty now," he looked at her.
"No, please," she begged, even as she lowered herself onto the bed.
"Pull your gown up higher, Bridget," he instructed.
Bridget made sure her stinging bottom was completely bared
again, and then gasped as the first smack landed immediately on
her right cheek, the next four immediately following.
"OWWWWWW!!! OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she yel ed. The
pain was much worse than his hand had been. Her left cheek
was treated to the next five, and by then she was crying and
begging him to stop. The next ten alternated each cheek, and
true to his word, Will gave her another ten, making these even
harder and giving them rapidly to the soft spot where her thighs
met her bottom cheeks.
"I want your word, Bridget, that you will never run away again!"
"I won’t, Will. I promise I won’t!" she agreed.
"Good. Now you’ll receive your extras."
"Please, Will! I’m so sore… and so sorry… Please don’t!"
"Did you argue with me, Bridget, even after I warned you not to?"
he asked.
"Yes, Sir," she admitted. "I’m sorry. I won’t do it again."
"I hope you won’t, but you will take your punishment for this time," he said firmly. "I expect you to count each one, Bridget."
He brought the hairbrush down with a firm swat to the back of
her right thigh.
"Owwwwww! Oh, not there!!!!!" Bridget cried out. "One."
"It’s ‘one, Sir’," he corrected. "Repeat it, or we’ll start all over."
"One, Sir!" she repeated his words.
The brush fell again, and Bridget gasped, but counted correctly,
remembering to add the Sir. By the tenth swat, she realized that
all the spanks were going to land on her thighs, and she was in
terrible pain. She started crying so hard that Will couldn’t
understand her, and by the twentieth spank, he realized she was
nearing the end of her tolerance. He raised her up, and placed
her over his lap, then used his hand for the last ten, telling her he would count them with her. When it was al over, he lifted her
gently and held her close, letting her cry.
"Get dressed, Mrs. Bishop," he finally told her when she was calmed. "We need to get on home."
Bridget eased herself off his lap, and pulled a riding skirt from
her drawer. "I don’t think I can sit my saddle, Will," she whispered, her face a flaming red to match her bottom.
"It won’t be pleasant for you, that’s for certain," Will agreed.
"Maybe a pillow?" she suggested hopefully, only to have him grin and shake his head no.
"Not this time, young lady. And no salve either. You’re going to live with that spanking until it’s al gone!"
Bridget wisely kept her mouth shut, and followed Will downstairs.
She listened as her father promised to have her brothers bring al
her belongings to her new home, and wondered why they
weren’t even here to say good-bye to her!
"Girl, you go on with your h
usband now, and try to be a good
wife. Me and the boys just want you to be happy, and I think this
young man will be good to you if you give him half a chance. And
no more riding in the middle of the night, either! Next time I hear of it, you’ll get a good tanning from me! Understand?" he hugged her tightly.
"Oh, Papa! I can take care of myself!"
"Darn it, girl! No, you can’t! Not against the likes of varmints!"
Flynn scolded.
"Don’t worry, Mr. O’Riley, by the time this day is over, Bridget will be promising never to ride out by herself at night again."
Bridget looked at Will and paled considerably, remembering his
promise to give her a separate spanking for riding over here in
the middle of the night. "You don’t actual y mean you’re going to give me another spanking today!" she wailed. "Oh, Will, you wouldn’t do it again!"
Chapter Three
Bridget was truly miserable as she and her new husband rode
away from her father’s ranch. Her backside was stinging, and it
was all she could do to sit her saddle! Will had made it perfectly clear what he thought of her running away, and that he
considered the ride home on her spanked bottom a part of that
lesson. He’d warned her that she would regret it if she followed
through on her threat to run away, and she had to admit that the
handsome Will was right; she truly regretted her actions and
wasn’t likely to run away again! Especially now that she knew
her Papa and brothers wouldn’t offer her protection! Will had
punished her like a naughty child, spanking her with his hard
hand and with her mother’s hairbrush, and each minute in her
saddle felt like an hour! But what made sitting her saddle even
harder for her, Bridget admitted to herself, was knowing that he
planned to punish her again today! She didn’t think she could
stand any more spanking on her already sore bottom!
Will couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the redhead as she
squirmed in a futile attempt to get comfortable, but he wasn’t
about to give her any sympathy. She’d earned a good lesson,
and he meant to follow through. Bridget’s willful, stubborn ways
needed mending, and he was just the man for the job. He shook
his head in disbelief at the way her father and brothers had
spoiled her over the years, permitting her to do almost anything
and everything she pleased, and then marrying her off to a man
who was practically a stranger simply because the little brat was
so out of control they couldn’t handle her! Will frowned, glancing over at Bridget as she attempted to stand in her stirrups and rub
her backside at the same time.
"No rubbing, young lady, and keep that butt of yours glued to that saddle!" he sternly ordered.
Bridget gingerly eased her bottom down, and then looked at Will.
"It really hurts, Will," she pouted.
"It’s supposed to hurt," he told her.
They rode in complete silence for several long minutes, and then
Bridget looked at him once more, "Will, please couldn’t you
forget about the other spanking? I promise I won’t ever do it
again! Please? I am already so sore, I don’t think I can take
another spanking today!"
Will looked at her, and then said quietly, "No, Bridget. I can’t forget that you’re due another spanking. It’s long past time you
learned there are consequences for your actions. I don’t like it
any better than you do that we have to start out our marriage in
this way, but you purposely ignored my warnings and ran away.
You’ve been punished for that, and you will be punished for
risking your life so foolishly, make no mistake about it. There are simply some things a female does not do, and riding alone after
dark is one of them. You know what happened to Patrick’s
girlfriend," he reminded her.
"Yes, I do know," she admitted sadly, "but, Will, I am nothing like Sally was! She was so delicate and frail! I can take care of
myself!" she declared passionately.
Will just looked at her, then asked quietly, "What was Sally doing out by herself after dark? I wouldn’t have expected Patrick to
allow that?"
"Patrick didn’t know she was out alone," Bridget defended her brother. "Sally was visiting a girlfriend in town, and lost track of the time. Janie tried to get her to stay overnight since it was
going to be dark soon, but Sally didn’t want her mother to worry,
so she made the mistake of…." Her voice trailed off, and she
glanced at Will to see if he heard her admission.
"Yes, it was a mistake, Bridget, and knowing this, you went right ahead and made the same mistake last night," Will commented.
"Knowingly and willfully, correct?" he asked, raising one dark eyebrow as if daring her to fib to him.
"You know I did, Will," she said, "but I am sorry! And I won’t do it again!" she promised. "Please don’t spank me again! I know I will die if you do!"
"You won’t die," he informed her with a soft chuckle, "but I imagine you’ll holler enough to wake the dead!"
"But, Will, I am—"
"I won’t have you arguing with me over this, Bridget!" he cut her off. "And unless you want extras for this spanking, too, you will stop this fussing and you will come to me and accept your
correction when I tell you to. Is that understood?" He looked at her, then added, "A simple "Yes, Sir" is called for here, young lady, and no other response is acceptable."
Bridget wanted to tell him to go straight to hell, but her stinging bottom reminded her to be cautious. She took a deep breath,
then said, "Yes, Sir."
The rest of the ride home was accomplished in silence, and
Bridget was relieved when she could finally dismount. She was
used to taking care of Sampson, and went about doing so
without realizing that Will was observing her every move while he
did the same for King and Dancing Sun. He couldn’t believe how
someone as tiny as his little wife could heft the heavy saddle, but she did, and did it with such ease that he knew she was
accustomed to the task. When she was al finished, he said, "I want you to go on up to the house, Bridget, and go into our
bedroom. I want to find you waiting in the corner, with your
backside all bare, thinking about how dangerous it was for you to
ride out of here last night by yourself. No arguments," he warned when she started to say something. She gave him a look of pure
defiance, then turned to march away. Will called after her, "I’d better find you waiting in that corner, young lady, or there will be a third spanking today for defiance!"
Bridget didn’t answer. She didn’t dare! She wanted to call her
husband every damned mean thing she could think of, but was
afraid he’d use that as an excuse for another spanking! Her poor
bottom! She was never going to be able to sit again!
She walked through the kitchen and into the parlor, then on to
their bedroom. With nervous fingers, she managed to pull off her
boots and heavy socks. She removed her riding skirt, and placed
it neatly on the top of the dresser, then did the same with her
shirtwaist. Bridget walked over to the corner, and reluctantly
untied the ribbon holding up her lace-trimmed drawers. Her face
burning with shame and embarrassment, she slid the garment
down to mid-thigh, and stood there facing the point where the
walls met, wondering how long it would be before Will came in
and spanked her again. Her poor bottom was so sore already,
she really didn’t think she could stand another spanking without
making an absolute fool of herself!
Will was pleased to see that Bridget was obeying him. He took a
good look at her reddened backside, and wished he didn’t have
to spank her again so soon, but he knew that letting her off
would be a big mistake. Giving her a pillow to sit on last night,
and applying the salve to ease her pain had merely encouraged
her to misbehave again. He was going to make sure she learned
a thorough lesson this time, and if her bottom suffered in the
process she had only herself to blame.
He picked up a straight-backed chair and placed it in the center
of the room, then took a seat. "Bridget, walk over here and stand in front of me." He noticed how red her face was when she
turned around, and that her eyes couldn’t meet his. Her hands
were trying to cover her front in an attempt to shield her most
private areas from his gaze as she slowly approached him. "Put your hands behind your back and look at me, young lady," he
scolded.
Bridget looked at him in dismay, but when he showed no sign of
relenting, she placed her hands behind her, exposing her
femininity. She was absolutely mortified.
"What you did last night was foolish in the extreme, Bridget, and I will not allow you to risk your life in such a manner. You are
going to be spanked again, and no matter how much this
spanking hurts, it will be mild compared to what you would have
suffered if you had met up with the same group who attacked
Sally, or others just like them. We’ll start out with a hand
spanking," he told her. "Lie across my lap."
Bridget looked at Will, saw the firm look in his blue eyes, but
simply had to try one more time, "Please, Will! I know that what I did was foolish. I’ll never do it again, I promise. Please, please, please don’t spank me again today!"
"I warned you about fussing and arguing," he reminded her.
"That will cost you ten extra. Are you going to try for more, or are you going to do as I told you?" he asked.
Bridget’s green eyes filled with tears, but she placed herself in
the proper position without saying another word. Will shifted her