“Is what I hear the truth?” Mrs. Clark asked as she approached.
“Guessing the worst of what you might have heard, I suppose the answer is yes,” Beth snapped. “We are to be spanked like children for drinking coffee!” She sputtered and kicked the dust.
“That is a terrible punishment, but honestly, Beth, how could you have been so insensitive?”
Beth scoffed again and turned her back.
“How long do we have to wait?” Beth asked of Olga, after Mrs. Clark walked out of earshot.
“Mr. Meyer works long days. He will probably not return until dark.”
“So much the better, I suppose.” She kicked the dirt again. “Was it Mr. Meyer who spanked you before?” she asked in a whisper.
“Yes, he gave no quarter, but he was fair.” The memory of his fingers touching her privates, and his tender kiss passed through her mind.
“I would rather we had fallen in with Puritans and be locked in a pillory.” Beth softly chuckled.
Olga tried to imagine herself bent over with her neck and wrists confined in a pillory’s wooden yoke. She imagined her bottom jutting out and Thomas coming up behind her, lifting her skirt, and taking her from behind.
“Yes, that might have been better.” She giggled.
At dusk, Olga spotted Thomas walking towards them. She had not seen him return to the camp. The sleeve of his left arm was rolled up. Olga’s belly quivered as she watched the foreboding sight of a small paddle in his right hand. He began to roll up his right sleeve.
He has heard.
Olga watched as everyone’s eyes turned to follow him, but everyone else stayed in their camps minding their own business.
“I see you’ve heard the bad news,” Olga said. She glanced at the implement in his hand.
“Yes.” His eyes shifted to Beth. “Let’s get this over with quickly. You first, Mrs. Howe, up into the wagon with you.” He held out his hand to steady her as she climbed up.
Beth took one final glance at Olga, and disappeared under the canvas covering.
Olga stepped away from the wagon; she didn’t want to hear their exchange. She kept her eyes on the ground to avoid seeing anyone’s face.
A minute later, she could not avoid hearing the repetitive smacks as Thomas whacked Beth with the paddle. Olga counted them. Beth remained silent until the tenth smack. Then she began wailing and swearing.
That’ll do her no good. It will only make things worse.
As Olga expected, the intensity of the swats increased for the next ten. Beth evidently realized her mistake and switched her tune to one of remorse. She begged for mercy. Olga stopped counting at twenty, and Beth’s punishment ended shortly afterward.
Olga watched as Thomas emerged from the wagon. He gestured to her and she returned to the wagon.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
With his back to the other wagons, he propped his boot on the hub of a wagon wheel. “Lift up your skirt and bend over.”
Olga kept her focus on his face, ignoring whatever onlookers might be present. She reached behind her back and began to lift her hems up to expose her bare legs.
“No,” he stopped her, “only your skirt. Leave your underskirt in place,” he commanded.
Olga sighed with relief that this was not to be a paddling on her bare bottom. She wondered if this had been Mr. Hatch’s instructions, or if Thomas was improvising.
With her skirt gathered around her waist, and her thin, white underskirt fully exposed, Olga bent over Thomas’s leg. He gripped her hips and pulled her bottom higher, lifting her feet off the ground. She twisted her ankles together and grasped his other leg tightly to steady herself. He stretched the thin cloth tight across her derrière.
Immediately the first whack of the paddle landed and she shrieked more from the sudden surprise than the pain. However, it did hurt. The subsequent swats followed at a slow rhythmic pace. As he had done before with the switch, he waited for the pain to flood across her sensitive skin between smacks.
As Beth had done before her, Olga could not remain silent past the tenth spank.
“Please, Sir, I am so sorry. It won’t happen again. I will strive to respect everyone,” she spastically pleaded between sobs and swats.
As with Beth, he ignored her.
When she could do nothing more than wail with streams of tears pouring from her eyes, he stopped. Quickly, he pulled her upright and smoothed down her skirt. He clutched her to his chest for a moment, and then held her at arm’s length.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
The same words he used before.
She looked past him and was surprised that no one was watching. She had expected that the entire company of the wagon train would be surrounding them to watch as though they were a circus act or some theatrical performance. However, only those in the nearest camps were present, and they were avoiding looking at her. In the distance, Mr. Hatch was watching, but everyone else was going about their business.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”
He chuckled. “That’s the second time that you have thanked me for spanking you. I’m beginning to think that you like this.”
She smiled and let go of his arms. “I mean, thank you for being so quick and discrete.”
The truth of the matter was that there was something to like in the experience. Olga couldn’t quite understand her own feelings: spankings were painful. Who could like that? However, somehow, she did like having Thomas tightly hold her. Being helpless to his intentions as his hand smacked her fanny was, in a way, exciting. She had become aware of her feelings when Peter had begun her maintenance spankings. They had been done in the childish, humiliating posture over his knee with her bare bottom exposed, but they had not been as painful as a proper spanking. Those swats were reminders of what she would get if she did not behave. While Peter didn’t always make love with her following the spankings, she always wished that he would. There again, she couldn’t understand it, but her body wanted a hard cock inside her following a spanking.
She reached back and rubbed her bottom. She could not deny how inflamed her pussy had become and wondered how it was that Thomas could sense her mood. “I think I’ll go to bed now,” she said. However, her body knew what it wanted.
Do I dare sleep with him again? Will he take me this time?
They walked to the back of the wagon. In the shadows he pulled her close and tightly hugged her. Quickly, he kissed her. Her core throbbed with the want, the need of him. The essence from her excitement trickled down her inner thighs. As he parted, Thomas steadied her hand as she climbed into the wagon.
At first Beth didn’t say anything as Olga undressed and lay down beside her. Then, in the dark silence, she asked, “Did I carry on as much as you did?”
Olga chuckled. “No, you were much worse.”
“Yes, he said he would wash my mouth out with soap if I didn’t stop cursing.” Unexpectedly, Beth laughed. “Did he give it to you on the bare?”
“No, you?”
“No, thank God. I don’t know how I will ever be able to face these people again. Did everyone watch while he spanked you?”
“No. I thought they might, but everyone kept their distance. I wouldn’t worry about facing them in the morning. I’ve heard several spankings during the time that I’ve been among them. I doubt there is a woman here who has not been paddled. No one will think anything about it.”
When Beth’s breathing morphed into soft snores, Olga eased out of the wagon and crawled under the buffalo hide to be with Thomas. He said nothing as he took her in his arms and kissed her. She felt safe and warm in his arms.
Sleepless Night
“You are being very naughty. Do you need regular spankings?” he asked.
Her belly clenched and droplets of dew oozed from within her womanhood with the sound of his words. She was unsure whether he was teasing her or if he was serious.
“I was hoping that
you would deal with my behavior another way,” she whispered.
He shifted to his side and his hand caressed her cheek. When she didn’t resist his advance, he traced his fingers along her jawbone to her neck. He released the top button of her chemise.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispered.
She tried to say yes, but the word caught in her throat. She nodded.
The potential threat of getting caught vanished from her consciousness as he rolled her onto her back. Kissing her, he eased his hand under her chemise. He traced his fingers along the soft underside of her breast. He teasingly touched her nipple and it hardened and swelled as if begging for more of his attention.
She pulled her lips away from his kiss and gasped for breath.
“Are you going to do what I tell you?” he whispered.
“Yes, Sir,” she sighed.
He pushed up the thin material of her chemise and looked upon her bare bosom in the red glow from the dying fire. He kissed her taut nipples, rolling his tongue around each one.
“Pull up your skirt, and open your legs.” Casting her inhibitions to the wind, she complied with his command to expose herself. He undid his trousers. “Now, take me in your hand.” When she hesitated, he nodded to encourage her.
Olga had never actually touched a male member before. She had never held an erection in her hand. Peter had never involved her in the lovemaking process. However, she did as she was told and gently cradled his stiff rod in her palm. He twitched as her fingers encircled his shaft. It was surprisingly heavy to hold, but the skin was incredibly soft to the touch. She stroked along its length.
Thomas inched his hand to her mons and teased her thick mound of curly hair. He slid his finger along her folds and spread them. Her belly quivered as he drew tiny circles around her clit. She inhaled sharply as he inserted his digit inside her. She had never been so ready. He slid a second finger inside her.
“I’m going to put my tool in here,” he said, caressing the inside of her sheath. “Is that what you want?” Her body tightened around his advancing fingers. As her answer, she ground her pelvis against his hand, driving his fingers deeper.
She tried to speak, but her breath caught in her throat and she could only nod.
“You are all wet down here. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Please…”
He shifted to kneel between her thighs. She guided his cock to her entrance and he slid inside of her. She lifted her hips and pressed against his invading member. She opened her legs and lifted her feet as high as the buffalo skin would allow. Thomas thrust his hips and filled her in a single swift motion.
Olga moaned with the sudden sensation of his fullness deep within her.
He withdrew and plunged again. He repeated the motion with ever increasing speed and a new pleasure began to build within her. Waves built upon waves increasing her longing for his touch. She gave in to her smoldering urges. She desperately wanted him to pump harder, faster and deeper into her, but her mind could not make her mouth form the words.
Reaching between their pulsating bodies, he lightly pinched her clit. Her swollen nub burned with a frenzied desire for more and she moaned, “Yes, please more.” She wanted this delight to last forever. He slowed his pace and tenderly they made love.
Although her eyes were closed, sudden star bursts appeared in her eyes. Shrieks erupted from her as a cascade of pleasurable waves flowed through her body. She bit down on the collar of his shirt to muffle her squeals of pleasure. Over and over, the mind-numbing spasms took control of her body until she could no longer think. When the last one abated, she pressed her face into his chest. Breathless, she panted.
Lovemaking has never been like this before.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he softly commanded.
As she complied, a flash of lightning illuminated his face hovering over her. She had not been aware of the approaching storm.
“Now, I want you to roll over onto your belly.”
“What? Why?” While he had stopped his pumping of his cock into her, his firmness was still lodged deep inside her womanhood.
He has not yet spent. What does he want?
“I’m going to finish my task with the use of your bottom hole.”
He quickly covered her mouth with his hand as she attempted to shout, “No!”
“Yes, you will do as I say. I take it that you’ve never done this before.” With his hand still silencing her, she shook her head. “Trust me, another time I will explain more, but right now, I need to finish with my purpose. If you get pregnant you could still claim the child as your husband’s, but I am not willing to risk putting you in the condition. Also, you have been quite a naughty girl today, and naughty girls take their men's cocks in the bum.” He allowed her to absorb his words and removed his hand. “So, now, roll over and give me your bottom. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
He withdrew his erection from her channel and lifted his weight. Dutifully, she rolled onto her belly. With his knees, he opened her legs wide.
“Relax now. Don’t attempt to resist my intrusion. Open yourself and press your bottom higher,” he instructed.
Using his fingers, he scooped up the dew gushing from her sex opening and smeared it around her most private place. He pressed his fingers inside, pushing the moisture where no finger had ever gone before. She did her best to relax as the sensation was not as abhorrent as expected.
It feels almost nice.
He plunged his cock deep within her cunny once more to soak it with her moisture. Withdrawing, he shifted his tip to her other, dark entrance. Once again opening her with his fingers, he eased his tip inside.
“Oh,” she moaned as he stretched her as never before. However, she did not resist him, or clench down on his member. Gently easing himself in and out, he slowly penetrated her deeper.
“I’m going to pound harder now, and fill you with my seed.”
She nodded and felt his strong arms close around her. His thrusts became deep and fast, but this lasted for only a moment. He groaned and his body quaked as she felt his rock hard member pulsate within her. She felt his hot seed squirt from his cock, and he groaned again.
Lying beside her, he drifted to sleep. However, she remained awake watching his gentle face. Compounding her sleeplessness, her back door itched where Thomas had completed his purpose. The soreness in her bum also continued to reflect the memory of the fullness she had felt with his manhood deep inside her. Somehow, it felt as though he was still there.
Chapter 10
June 23, 1848
Chimney Rock
As they continued westward, the land became barren and dry, nothing but sand and sagebrush. The nearly flat land of the plains gave way to rolling hills. Olga swore that each hill was taller and steeper than the one before. The patches of cottonwood trees were few and far between. The river narrowed and deepened. The swift moving water was now impossible to cross. The game also became scarce. The scouts were lucky to bring home one deer per day. While unable to move the massive carcasses of the buffalo, they did shoot some and bring the best of the meat.
However, a new animal became prevalent. Prairie chickens were frequently seen scurrying around in the sagebrush. While these birds did occasionally fly, they preferred to elude predators on the ground. Nonetheless, they provided sport for the teenage boys with shotguns. And they provided several tasty meals.
“Is this the desert?” Olga asked of Thomas.
“Oh, no, this is a veritable oasis compared with what is to come.” Seeing her inquisitive expression, he continued, “I’ve not been there, mind you, but I have heard from the other scout that a few days after Fort John we leave the Platte River. The area west, for hundreds of miles, is the desert. However, we will have water available most every day.”
Olga examined the horizon.
“What are you going to do when we get to Fort John? Mr. Hatch said that you could only ride with the wagon train that far,”
she said.
“I’ll find a scout job with another train. There are lots of wagon trains passing through Fort John.”
Olga remembered Martha’s statement that the Mormon Trail turned south at Fort Bridger, but she had no idea where that was. “Where does the path to California diverge from the Oregon Trail?”
“At Fort Bridger. That is several hundred miles, on the other side of the desert from Fort John.”
She sighed. “I wonder what will happen to me. It seems that I’m destined to become a Mormon.” Olga had a dream several nights earlier. In the dream she was Abram’s second wife and had been pregnant while living with her sister-wife Martha.
“You don’t want to stay with the Smoots?”
“I hadn’t thought about it too much, but no. I want to continue on to Oregon.” She turned to see the impact of her next words. “Or, perhaps I’ll go to California.”
With you!
She looked into his eyes to see if he caught her true meaning. He turned to meet her gaze and smiled. However, he did not respond. What she really wanted was for him to make his way to the Great Salt Lake even if he did it with another wagon train. There, she imagined him rescuing her and taking her on to California.
Olga, Beth, and Grace became close friends. Distancing herself from the Mormons, Olga joined the two other widows. While the other families each cooked for themselves, the three widows camped together and cooked only one shared meal. Grace was the oldest while Olga was the youngest. A dozen years separated their ages. Being a mother, Mrs. Howe adopted the role of seniority and mothered the other two. Olga enjoyed having a sage mother figure to watch over her once again. Thomas continued to eat with Mr. Hatch’s men, but he slept beside Beth and Olga’s wagon.
The wagon train camped early one day under a tall spire of rock—the most prominent landscape feature she had ever seen.
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