The red warmed Mary’s cheeks as she glanced across at it. Images of her sitting with her legs spread open the day before filled her head and she quickly walked over, lifted the desk and moved it back.
“You’re giving me kinky ideas,” Annie teased her. “I’ll have to make Walter come in the schoolhouse to collect me instead of waiting on the wagon outside.”
“Shut up,” Mary whined as she hurried to leave before any more cheeky comments were aimed her way.
She made her way back to Mrs. Lester’s home and let herself in. Her dread that day was that Jenny would come to see her. She wasn’t sure she would be able to look the older woman in the eye considering the events of the previous day. The last thing she needed was for Tom’s parents to find out about her liaison with him. Luckily it didn’t happen and she spent the day quietly in her room.
The previous evening Tom begged her to meet him at the schoolhouse at five. As that time in the afternoon approached, she debated what she should do. Annie’s comment that nothing should stop her being with him came to the forefront of her mind and it was those words that got her to her feet.
“Just go and see him,” she told her reflection as she sat brushing her hair. “You don’t have to do anything but talk.”
She knew she was kidding herself and her thoughts were on what might actually happen when she dropped her hand and put the brush in the pocket of her coat. There was no doubt that Tom would be interested in more than just talking if they got together again, but the thought of that didn’t prevent her getting to her feet and walking out of the bedroom. She decided to have a drink of milk before she left and walked in on Mrs. Lester when she entered the kitchen.
“Going out dear?”
“Oh…, umm, yes,” Mary replied. “I just fancied some fresh air, so decided to go for a walk.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Mrs. Lester went on.
Mary hoped the elderly lady wasn’t about to ask to join her and she held her breath as she walked to the small fridge. She was quick to grab the milk from inside and pour herself a glass. Fortunately, nothing more was said as she drank it and she washed up hurriedly so she could leave.
“I’ll see you later,” she said as she walked towards the door of the kitchen.
“Enjoy your walk,” Mrs. Lester replied.
Mary moved to the front door to let herself out and kept her gaze lowered as she walked in the direction of the schoolhouse. Not that there was anyone around and she passed no one on the way. She saw that the area around the building was quiet when she got there. That didn’t really surprise her, since the children usually just went straight home when the four o’clock bell rang. When she got to the gate, she opened it and walked up to the windows. The empty scene inside showed that Annie was long gone and she wondered if she should unlock the door.
Being trapped in the schoolhouse with Tom would likely only lead to one thing and she decided it was better just to wait by the large tree outside. There was no sign of him at first and she wondered if the opportunity to slip away unnoticed from the farm didn’t present itself. She waited until she was sure it was well after five then considered going home. The sound of running steps came to her before she did it and she knew it was him. The sheen of sweat on his forehead was obvious when he approached and showed that he probably ran all the way. He walked straight up to her and tried to take her in her arms. Mary glanced around nervously as she backed away.
“Not here,” she protested. “Someone might see us.”
“We need to go somewhere more private then,” Tom told her in a slightly breathless voice.
“Like where?” she asked and narrowed her eyes as she stared at him.
He glanced at the schoolhouse as if he was about to suggest going inside, but instead reached out to grab her wrist.
“I have an idea,” he said. “Come on.”
“Where to?” Mary asked as she struggled to free her wrist from the strong grip.
She continued to glance around, but there was no one there and she eventually gave up protesting and let herself be led along the street away from the schoolhouse.
“Is this the way to your farm?” she asked.
“It’s not the quickest way,” Tom answered. “But it is possible to get there this way.”
The few buildings there were alongside the street quickly disappeared from view and she found herself being surrounded by nothing but a green, open landscape. Her nerves grew as they continued walking along what was now just a country track until they were passing through a small wooded area.
“In here,” Tom said.
His grip tightened on her wrist as he led her into the trees until they couldn’t be seen from the track. This time he didn’t let her back away as he pulled her to a tight embrace.
“I missed you,” he said.
The smile spread across Mary’s face at the words.
“It was only yesterday you saw me,” she replied.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he went on. “I don’t want to be apart from you.”
“Tell that to your father,” she replied.
“He has his own ideas about how to live life,” Tom said. “The farm always comes first as far as he’s concerned.”
“So I guess we wait,” Mary told him.
His hand came up to caress her cheek and she closed her eyes as the hungry kiss pressed on her lips. The flare of passion between them made her shiver and she gasped as their lips parted.
“I don’t want to wait,” Tom told her.
He freed her from his grip and walked across to tree to lean against it. Mary followed him.
“Well, what can we do?” she said.
“Run away,” he replied and laughed.
“Uh huh,” she said. “That sounds like a good idea.”
He spun around to pull her to another embrace and their lips met again. Their bodies came together and she could make out the hardness of his lust for her pressing against her belly. It excited her that he so easily got turned on by just kissing and embracing her, but she saw the teasing look in his eye when the kiss ended.
“What?” she asked.
“I heard a rumor you cheated on me,” he said and a smile flashed across his face. “With a student in the schoolhouse yesterday.”
“That was you,” Mary said and laughed as she pushed him away. “The man I’m here to marry.”
“You didn’t know that when I seduced and made love with you,” Tom pointed out. “As far as you were concerned you were betraying your fiancé with a student.”
“A fiancé that I thought didn’t want me,” Mary protested. “One that didn’t even bother to come and see me.”
“It’s still cheating,” Tom teased her. “That makes you a bad, bad girl that should be punished.”
“No…,” she let out in a hushed voice.
Mary could suddenly see where things were going and remembered thinking earlier in the day that spanking would resurface in their relationship at some point. She didn’t imagine it happening quite so quickly and her nerves flared at the idea that it wouldn’t be her spanking Tom this time. The darkness of early evening was already beginning to surround them as she watched his every move. The reason he moved to the tree became clear when he reached out towards a long, thin branch and snapped it off.
“No,” Mary repeated as she backed away.
“I told you when we first met that I could teach you things,” Tom said with a grin as he lashed the whip-like branch through the air. “Now I’m going to educate you to be a good girl for your husband-to-be.”
Mary was aware of the kinky sexual tension building between them again and her eyes remained firmly fixed on the branch. The sound of it swishing through the air was enough to make her flinch and there was no way she wanted it cracking down on her buttocks.
“Not with that,” she protested.
“Then give me something else,” he challenged her.
Mary looked around desperately as he clos
ed in on her. She could see nothing, so dipped her hands in her pockets. She flinched as her fingers grazed across the bristles of the hairbrush, but it gave her an idea. Grabbing the handle, she pulled it out and turned it over to look at large, flat paddle-like bottom. Shivers rippled down her spine and her breathing became ragged as she glanced up to see Tom watching her. There was no doubt he already caught the drift of what she was thinking because he dropped the branch.
“Did you bring it along on purpose?” he teased her.
“No I didn’t,” Mary protested.
She was still backing away and it was only when she got to a tree that she stopped. Her legs trembled as Tom quickened his pace to get to her and there was even more hunger in his kiss. It rocked her head back and the rush of adrenaline surged through her veins. The day before, he put a ruler in her hand to make her punish him. However, on this occasion she was about to be the one on the receiving end as he grabbed the brush from her hand. Her eyes opened wide when their lips parted to end the kiss.
“I promise I’ll be good,” she said in the vain hope that he might change his mind about spanking her.
“There’s only one way to learn,” he told her.
He grabbed her wrist then looked around and his gaze settled on a fallen tree trunk. It wasn’t ideal, but it gave him somewhere to sit. Mary couldn’t stop herself struggling when she was pulled across towards it, but it only seemed to build his desire for what he was about to do. He sat down on the tree trunk and she squealed as she was pulled face down across his lap. She could make out the stiffness of a full erection on her midriff and there was no doubt how turned on Tom was for the punishment he was about to give her. His hand caressed on her ass through her dress and she closed her eyes tightly.
The wetness was already beginning to stain her panties and she kept her mind on what taking the spanking would get her. The thought of Tom’s stiff tongue pleasuring her in the same way it did the evening before made her shudder and she squirmed as he dragged her skirt partly up her legs. His hand slipped under it and the gentle touch of his fingertips tracing up the back of her naked thigh made her bite her lip.
Mary was expecting her skirt to be hitched right up for the punishment, but Tom only seemed interested in the curve of her buttocks. His fingers trailed along the crease at the top of her thigh before sliding on to her panties. The soft caress made her groan, but the gentleness disappeared when he grabbed a handful of flesh to dig his fingers in.
“Are you going to be my good girl,” he said.
“Yes,” Mary gasped.
“Not loud enough,” he teased her.
“YES,” she shouted in a raised voice.
They were lost in the thrill of the game they were playing and it meant they didn’t hear the approach of the wagon along the track. As Jenny brought the vehicle to a stop in the relative privacy of the small wooded area on her way in to town to see Mary, she reached behind the seat to bring out the bottle of whisky she bought on Sunday night. The long swig of alcohol went down nicely and she sat quietly as the taste burned her throat. Lifting the bottle in front of her face, she saw that it was half empty and decided to have another drink before she continued on her journey.
She just finished drinking when the sound of the shout came to her. Her brow furrowed as she looked to the side of the track, but the evening darkness made it almost impossible to see very far in to the wooded area. She sat listening and was sure she heard some more faint cries and wondered if someone needed help. Curiosity got the better of her and she jumped down from the wagon and walked a little into the trees. The faint cries became louder and she could just about make out where they were coming from. She made her way further into the trees until she stepped out to a small clearing and saw the man sitting on the tree trunk with the woman across his lap. The realization that she walked into something she shouldn’t have registered in her mind and she decided to back away before she was spotted, but the crack of a branch under her foot revealed her presence.
“Oh god, I’m sorry,” she said and started to turn.
There was just enough light for her to see the face of the man and her eyes opened wide.
“Tom,” she let out in a shocked voice. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Mum,” he let out.
Jenny walked closer and shook her head as shock turned to annoyance.
“Bloody hell,” she exclaimed. “I’m on my way in to town to see the girl you are supposed to marry and you are out here with someone else.”
“You don’t understand,” he said.
“You’re bloody right I don’t understand,” Jenny shouted as her anger grew. “You are a…”
Her words came to an abrupt end as the girl across her son’s lap pushed herself up and turned to look in her direction. She found herself staring at the pretty features of Mary.
“What the…” Jenny let out in a confused voice.
“I told you that you didn’t understand,” Tom said.
“But…, how?” Jenny went on.
“I wasn’t prepared to wait,” Tom replied simply. “I’ve been sneaking away from the farm to meet with Mary.”
“Why didn’t you tell me,” Jenny said.
“We thought it was better to keep it quiet,” he replied. “I didn’t think dad would exactly be pleased to hear that I was defying him and we suspected the gossips in town would have a field day if they found out about us.”
“I guess so,” Jenny said.
She could still barely believe what she stumbled across and guessed the passion of her son for the girl he was to marry was too much for him to contain. The slight embarrassment came over her that she interrupted young lovers, but there was also a tinge of envy. She remembered when things were similar between her and James although that seemed a long time ago.
“You won’t say anything will you?” Mary asked as she got to her feet and smoothed down her skirt.
Her face was red at being caught, but she was more concerned that being found out might end things between her and Tom before they really got started.
“No,” Jenny said. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“And yours is safe with us,” Tom said.
“Wait…, what?” Jenny let out.
“The bottle,” Tom went on.
The flare of apprehension was instant and sweat prickled on her forehead when she looked down at the whisky she was carrying.
“I was…, it’s…” she stammered.
“It’s OK mum,” Tom said. “We’re not about to say anything.”
Jenny let out a sigh.
“Well I guess there is no point in going into town now,” she said. “I better get back home to the farm. Don’t be too long in following or your father will get suspicious.”
Tom nodded his head and watched as his mother turned to disappear back towards the track.
“We should go too,” Mary said.
“We’re not finished yet,” he told her.
“We are here,” she said. “We’ve been caught once and got lucky that it was your mum. I don’t want to take the chance that it will happen again. Take me home.”
The awkwardness of being found in a compromising situation kept them quiet as they walked and it was Mary that finally broke the silence.
‘Your mum won’t say anything, will she?”
“No,” Tom said and shook his head. “Having you stay in town was nothing to do with her. That was all my father’s idea.”
“Do your parents get on?” Mary asked.
“I wouldn’t exactly class them as a happy couple these days,” Tom answered. “My father isn’t exactly the easiest person to live with, so it’s difficult for my mum.”
“Is that why she drinks?” Mary went on.
“To be honest, I didn’t know she did until tonight,” he replied. “I’ve never seen her drunk or even smelled it on her breath, so I guess she has it under control. I can understand why she needs some alcohol to get her through the day. Work is
my father’s first priority always and she takes second place.”
“Don’t follow in his footsteps,” she told him.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” he replied. “I understand that work on the farm is important, but there is no way it will take over my life. There are much better things to enjoy.”
Mary was surprised by the comment that popped in her head, but she couldn’t stop herself saying it.
“Like spanking naughty young girls you mean.”
“I didn’t get the chance to finish that and find out how much I like it,” he shot back.
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