A Hot Bottom!

by Dort Wesley

  “I will not bare myself for you, sir!” she shook her head vigorously.

  “Then I shall bare you myself,” Matthew announced. His hands were soft and teasing as he fumbled with the buttons on her shirtwaist, and Lori felt her nipples harden as his hands brushed over them repeatedly. The shirtwaist was soon lying on the floor in spite of Lori’s feeble attempt to keep it on her body. “Are you still refusing to bare yourself for me?” Matthew demanded.

  “I will not!” she answered because she knew it was what he wanted her to say.

  “Very well!” he nodded, his eyes full of devilment as he grabbed her foot. Matthew pulled off the soft slipper that his wife preferred to wear in the house, and then lightly ran his fingers over the sole of her foot, providing enough of a tickle that she tried to get free. “Will you remove your other shoe yourself?” he asked, tickling a bit more. When she shook her head no, he grabbed that foot in spite of her efforts to evade him, and he flipped the shoe on the floor, and then tormented her foot in the same manner as the other.

  “Don’t tickle me!” Lori pleaded.

  “Will you remove your stockings?” he asked, hoping she would say ‘no’.

  “Of course not! I can’t believe you would ask me such a thing!” Lori played right along. It was obvious that her husband had ravishment on his mind, and she was only too anxious to play his game. Her body was tingling with awareness of him as a man, and she could see that his pants were bulging… “I will not remove my stockings!”

  “Then I will do so,” Matthew said firmly, but his hands were gentle as he pushed her skirts up so that he could see the tops of her stockings.

  Lori could see that his dark eyes were smoldering and it made her feel like a woman to see how easily she could stir his passion, and when he touched her, his fingers were soft and gentle as he slowly slid a stocking down her leg. He leaned down to kiss each patch of skin as he bared it, and Lori felt herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs as the deep ache built and intensified. It was all she could do to keep from moaning… and from ripping off the rest of her clothing so that he could bury himself within her eager body. Once her left stocking was removed, Matthew gave her another chance to remove her right one, but Lori gave him the required ‘no’. His tickling fingers made losing her second stocking just as exciting as the first… and she was certain Matthew knew precisely what he was doing to her.

  Lori’s response was everything he could hope for, Matt decided. She was shivering, but not because the room was too cold. He divested her of her skirt, and then her petticoats, until she was lying there wearing nothing but her camisole and her drawers. “I would have my wife untie the ribbons on her camisole and bare her breasts for my pleasure,” he ordered softly, fully expecting her to refuse.

  “I will do no such thing!” Lori pretended to be shocked.

  Matthew nodded and then said, “You will be punished, then…”

  Lori didn’t struggle when he flipped her over on the bed. His lard hand caressed her bottom through the soft fabric of her drawers, and then he gently spanked one rounded cheek. The spank didn’t hurt, and the sting was pleasant much to Lori’s shock and surprise. She had no idea a spanking could be pleasant, but the one Matthew was giving her right now certainly was! She couldn’t help moaning in pleasure, and her body was moving as if he were already inside her, giving her pleasure… Each spank seemed to add to the heat building within her, and Lori wondered if she would spend from the delicious torment.

  Matthew was enjoying Lori’s response to the playful spanking. He took time to caress again, wanting to make sure she realized he was giving pleasure and not pain. His hand slipped lower and he was pleased to learn that her drawers were soaking wet! His shy little wife was enjoying his attention very much. He spanked a bit harder, and her gasps were those of pleasure. “Will you untie your camisole now, wife?” he asked, giving her a harder slap.

  “Oh yes!” Lori promised immediately. The last spank was stinging, but she relished the sting… and her breasts were begging to be freed. She wanted to bare herself.

  Matthew turned her over and watched as she slowly untied the little bows holding the lace trimmed garment closed. When she was bare, he took one rosy nipple into his mouth and gave her pleasure with his tongue and lips. Lori arched her back and put her hands in his hair, offering him even more. Matt alternated between breasts, and when he was sure he was going to lose control if he didn’t slow down and stop, he tore himself away, and then put Lori over his lap. “Now we’ll see if I can convince you to remove your drawers, sweet wife.”

  The spanking he gave her was gentle and then harder, and Lori’s cries were of passion, not pain. He finally heard her begging to remove her drawers, and when he stopped spanking, she hurriedly removed the garment, and then shocked him by placing herself over his lap once more and asking him to please continue spanking her… Matt was happy to comply and he thoroughly reddened her bottom until it was hot to the touch, and she was writhing in need. He flipped her over and then entered her in one firm thrust as they rode each other to ecstasy. Lori cried out his name, and that was all it took to take Matthew over the edge. He held her afterwards, and they fell into an exhausted sleep.

  The next morning was busy. Matthew had to get his chores done and Lori was busily fixing breakfast, and then doing the dishes while he hitched up the wagon for their trip into town. It wasn’t until they were on their way that he noticed she was quiet and had a sad expression on her face. “Why the long face, honey?” he asked.

  She refused to meet his eyes. “I behaved badly,” she whispered.

  “You did?” he frowned. “What have you done?” he questioned. “You have been doing well with your chores, and I’m pleased.”

  “No…!” she was startled. “Last night… I was awful!” her cheeks turned red and there were tears in her eyes.

  ”Are you speaking of the pleasure we shared, Lori?” he questioned, surprised. “Did I hurt you?” he wanted to know, afraid he’d been too rough.

  “No… it was me. I behaved… badly…”

  “You did not,” he said firmly, and when he saw her stricken expression he asked, “Did you enjoy our play?” She nodded, but he could see right away that was the problem. She was upset because she did… “It pleases me that you joined in and made our evening more enjoyable for us both. There is nothing wrong in what we did with each other, Lori. The wrong would be if you hated what I did and I forced it on you anyway… I wanted to give you pleasure.”

  “I did not behave like a proper married lady is supposed to behave,” she argued.

  “Thank God,” he exclaimed, and then laughed heartily at her expression of shock. “I want a wife who can behave well everywhere but in our bedroom, and I want the wife you were last night, Lori. You gave yourself beautifully, and you made me a very happy husband. I don’t want you to hide behind what others have told you is proper. I want you to be yourself, little girl… Is that clear?”

  Lori nodded in relief. “You would not tell anyone how I act… or that I enjoyed a spanking?” she wanted to know.

  “What happens in our bed is our personal business and if anyone asks you are to tell them to mind their own business and ask their nosy questions of me if they dare. You do not owe anyone, including your father, an answer. Is this clear?” he said firmly, and Lori could see that Matthew was perfectly serious. He did not want her discussing their intimate moments.

  “Thank you, Matthew. I feel so much better now. I feel the same as you do. Our intimate moments are for the two of us only, and I would be hurt to know that you discussed me with friends, and I give you my promise to respect your feelings on this matter.” She scooted closer to him on the seat and rested her head on his arm.

  “Is your bottom tender today?” he asked when she squirmed a bit more.

  “Yes,” she grinned, and then shocked him by adding, “I like it, though… It reminds me that I am well loved in a romantic way.”

  They talked on t
he way to town, and Matthew asked her if he was giving her enough household money. He saw the guilty flush on her face, and he reacted immediately, “Please do not tell me you have borrowed money from your father?” He would use that strap on her bottom until she couldn’t sit for a month of Sundays if she did something like that!

  “No, silly. I would be honest with you, however. You have given me ample funds, and I have saved a nest egg from what was left. A few weeks ago I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t need to run away, and Papa made it clear I couldn’t come to him for help.”

  Matthew was shocked to hear that she was saving money to run away from him. “Was our marriage so awful you thought to run away?” he wanted an explanation.

  “You were so strict all the time, and you spanked so hard it frightened me. I feared what would happen if I did something truly wrong…” Lori admitted. “I think perhaps you don’t know your own strength, Matthew. I didn’t feel as though you loved me the first few times I ended up over your knee… only that you were simply angry and wanted to punish as hard as possible.”

  Matt felt sick to his stomach at her words, but he let her talk without interruption.

  “When you started to spank me for seeing MaryJane after you forbade me to do so, I was terrified you were going to lay me up if you used that strap. I knew Papa wouldn’t expect me to suffer that, and I wanted to run from you. Your hand was so heavy and hard… But then we talked together, and you accepted the part you played in my disobedience and when you spanked, you tempered your strength, and I knew then that you could be loving with me. I felt the spanking was just and fair, even though my bottom was very hot when you finished. I felt safe… and loved.”

  “Lori, I’m sorry I was too harsh with you,” Matt stated, and was aware that his face was red from the toes up. “I feel like a damn fool. I don’t believe in abuse… and I didn’t realize you were feeling abused instead of corrected. If that ever happens again, I want your promise to tell me immediately.”

  “I know it won’t happen again, Matthew. We talk to each other now,” Lori smiled. “I didn’t have a good idea about marriage, either,” she admitted. “I expected to do as I pleased all the time and that you would have to let me get away with it. I wanted all the privileges of being an adult without any of the responsibility. I deserved correction, Matthew. A husband shouldn’t have to beg his wife to do her share. I was behaving like a spoiled child.”

  “We are past that now,” Matthew smiled. “I’m glad we had this talk,” he told her and was surprised to realize that they’d already reached town. He drove to the Mercantile and dropped her off. “I’ll go to the lumber yard, Lori, and then come back and pick you up, and we’ll go off to the hotel for lunch. You buy something pretty for yourself today, please,” he ordered, then gave her bottom a deliberate pat, and leaned down to kiss her.

  Lori was blushing as she entered the Mercantile, but she was lighthearted and happy… and greeted Mr. Abner with a big smile. “Good morning, Mr. Abner. How are you and your wife doing?” she asked.

  “Why, hello, Miss Lori. Cloe and me are just right as rain,” he answered. “What brings you in today?”

  “I have a list of supplies we need, and I’m going to look around a bit, too,” Lori answered.

  “You just do that, and if you need me, holler. I’ll start putting your list together.”

  “Matthew is with me, too, Mr. Abner, and he may wish to add a few things, too,” she told him.

  “I won’t do any serious totaling then,” he nodded, and got busy. Little Lori was one of his favorite customers. She always had a pretty smile for him and she paid cash and didn’t try to run up a bill and hide it from her husband like a few other ladies in town. For having a rich Daddy, she knew how to keep her costs down for her new husband, and didn’t buy things for herself very often. Matthew Johnson was a lucky man.

  Lori was having a good time looking at the dry goods and trying to pick something to make a new dress when she heard the bell on the door tinkle to announce someone. Expecting to see Matthew, Lori smiled brightly, but when she saw MaryJane her smile faded. The hurt and betrayal she felt bubbled up within her, and Lori was suddenly very angry indeed.

  Chapter Four

  “Lori! I’ve been sitting at home waiting for you to come by like you always do! I finally gave up and thought you didn’t get to come to town today for some reason. I thought Matthew was being mean again! Why didn’t you come over?” MaryJane asked with a pout and a toss of her blond curls.

  “MaryJane, I know the truth about you now. I know what you’ve been saying about me, and I know that you’ve been bragging about how you use me to buy you nice things. Well, guess what, those days are over. I’ve nothing more to say to you.” Lori turned her back to the other female and went back to looking at the yard goods, making every effort to control her temper. She’d love nothing more right now than to jerk out a handful of MaryJane’s blonde hair!

  “Well, aren’t you all snooty all of a sudden, Lori Johnson! You have a husband and think you’re better than me because of it!” It was amazing to see how quickly MaryJane’s ‘nice’ attitude turned bitter and sarcastic.

  “MaryJane Clark,” Benjamin Abner raised his voice and pointed at the blonde. “That is enough out of you. Miss Lori is going about her business, and you just leave her be.”

  “You just want her money, you old coot!” the blonde sassed the older man.

  “And you didn’t?” Lori whirled on her. “You gossip and lie about everyone in this town, MaryJane, but I never thought you would gossip about me. I thought we were friends. I always treated you well, and thought you felt the same about me! I didn’t let anyone talk bad about you in front of me… and you treated me like your own personal bank! You have no conscious, MaryJane!” Lori ignored the tinkling bell on the door. “Our friendship was one-sided, and that means it wasn’t real. I expect you to leave me alone now.”

  There was clapping from the doorway, and when Lori looked to see who was making the noise, she was shocked to see Mrs. Gillis and her daughters, Peggy and Carolyn standing there taking in every word. “It’s good to see you give this little witch a talking down, Lori. You are too nice a young woman to associate with someone like MaryJane Clark.”

  “You old biddy!” MaryJane was furious.

  “You listen here, young lady, and you heed my words… The women in this town are tired of the way you behave. It’s too bad you don’t have parents or a brother to take you in hand, but several of us are ready to volunteer our husbands to give you the thrashing you need. You know full well all of the hateful things you’ve said about sweet little Lori, and she was the only one who treated you kindly. I am thankful she knows the truth about you. And, to be extremely frank, if my Adam hears one more word of gossip about me, or our girls, he is going to come after you with a strap and take you to the barn for a licking you won’t forget for the rest of your life. What you need, MaryJane Clark, is to grow up right now. Now leave Lori alone… or else!”

  “I hate you all,” MaryJane picked up the first thing she got her hands on and threw it at Lori. The glass serving bowl shattered when it hit the floor, and MaryJane shoved her way past Peggy and Carolyn and tried to run out the door and smack into Matthew as he entered. “I hope you’re happy now, you mean bastard. Lori was my only friend and you’ve turned her against me! Well, don’t expect her to stay… She’s saving money to run away from you the first chance she gets. Ask her if you don’t believe me!” she gave Lori a malicious look.

  “What is going on here?” the new Sheriff stopped to ask. He closed the door behind him and locked it, and turned the ‘closed’ sign over to keep people away until he settled the problem. He’d heard screaming clear across the street in his office, and he wasn’t shocked to see MaryJane Clark in the middle of all the turmoil. The blonde needed a hot bottom or two to settle her down, and if she was responsible for causing more trouble, that hot bottom was going to happen sooner than later.

  “She
riff, I’m glad to see you,” Mrs. Gillis gently pushed her girls aside so she could speak to him. “This young woman has been up to her usual, which is causing trouble in one form or another! I swear, my husband is ready to take matters into his own hands and give her a thrashing. Little Lori told MaryJane to stay away from her because she finally realized how MaryJane was using her… and MaryJane cursed her. When I stepped in to defend Lori, MaryJane called me an old biddy, and she threw a glass serving bowl and shattered it all over Mr. Abner’s store. And now she is trying to upset Matthew so that he will be angry with Lori!”

  “It’s the truth!” Lori screeched. “Ask your precious Lori!” she dared Matthew.

  “Lori already told me about her savings, MaryJane,” Matthew shocked her by stating. “I also suspect that you were doing your best to keep my wife riled up at me…? Her Daddy has a lot more money to give her to spend than I do, and it would please you to have her spending his money on you, too.” He knew he’d scored a direct hit when her eyes narrowed in pure temper.

  “Mr. Abner, do you wish to press charges for the broken bowl?” Sheriff Ned Turner asked quietly.

  “Charges?” MaryJane’s eyes went wide! “What charges!”

  “You damaged personal property, Miss Clark, and I can easily charge you with vandalism, put you in jail for thirty to sixty days, require you to pay a fine, and to make complete restitution to Mr. Abner.” Ned didn’t bat an eye as he regarded her soberly. “Mrs. Johnson can also press charges since you threw the bowl at her,” he added, “and that could get you a court date in front of a Judge, and a nice stay in the Territorial prison.”

  MaryJane’s blue eyes filled with tears. “I wasn’t trying to hurt her! I was just angry and hurt! She’s my only friend and her husband turned her against me. It’s not fair!”

  “Your own words are what turned Mrs. Johnson against you, Miss Clark. I’ve heard you talking, and you don’t have a nice thing to say about one person in this town. You need that attitude of yours mended.” He looked at Lori, “Do you wish to press charges, Mrs. Johnson?”