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Katie went up the trail joyously, enjoying the walk, the familiarity of the land and the tranquility of her surroundings. Every so often, she thought she heard a sound that was maybe a larger animal and she telepathically told the animal to hang out for a few more days so they could have some good eating. Smiling to herself, she kept walking. Once at the lake, she found her special spot and settled in, fishing rod in place, because several mountain creeks fed this little lake and people had been stocking the lake for years so it was often full of fish.
Within a few moments, she could hear more rustling and this one sounded more like a bear. Great, I don't even have the fish yet and you are coming to get your cut, she snarled to herself but she watched carefully. Now she saw bushes moving in two directions. This was not good. She had not seen any scat around to indicate a bear so what was the deal. The bush directly in front of her began to rattle in earnest and she saw something come out of the brush. That something was her husband.
She let her breath out with a whoosh. "Ciarán, you scared me to death, I thought you were a bear."
The look on Ciarán's face matched a bear and Katie began to feel a bit of the quaking returning to her legs. She was still so stressed, so tired that she felt her body betraying her and big tears welled in her eyes that she desperately commanded her body to quit producing. Her body did not listen and continued to produce big tears that her eyes could no longer contain. Adding to that, her traitorous body threw in a few sobs as accompaniment. Ciarán scooped Katie up and wiped her tears, kissing her through the waterfall; kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her mouth, licking her salty lips and sharing the saltiness as he kissed her again.
Katie put her arms around his neck and clung for dear life, her anchor in the storm that was her rioting emotions. Carefully, he sat her on his sleeping bag that he one handedly unrolled and they sat on the cushioned ground with his back against a log.
"Mo Chroí, what is so wrong that you begin crying when you see your husband? Why are you so upset, mo ghrá?
"I have been so tired and then you looked so mad, and-and I knew it was because I came here without you or anyone coming with me, and you would think it was a safety issue, and I just couldn't deal with it, and-and... Please Ciarán, don't be angry with me, and let me do some things that just make me feel like me." Her eyes pleadingly beseeched him.
"Muirnín, I know it has been too much for you. I was angry but when I saw you and you were fine and then you began to cry, it broke my heart. You are the most special person to me, love, that I just hurt that you are hurting. We can work on making this better for you. God, I love you so much."
He lifted her face from where it had buried itself in his shoulder and slowly kissed her.
"There's no anger." He kissed her for every phrase he spoke. "No retribution, no rules, no energetic protection, no family, no expectations, no responsibilities, just love and really great sex for you this afternoon, Mrs. O'Connor. Is that to your liking?"
"Oh, yes, it is, Mr. O'Connor, it really, truly is. I so love you."
Grabbing their gear and consolidating it together, Ciarán spread out his bag that he brought for them. He laid her down carefully and began to worship her body.
"Take your shirt off, mo chroí." As she rushed to comply, he unsnapped her jeans and pulled them and her panties off at the same time. Katie could feel the breeze on her bare skin and even though it was a warm breeze, it raised goose bumps. Socks and shoes went next.
"Turn so I can remove your bra. This is all for me to play with."
Ciarán laid her back down carefully surveying the feast laid before him. He reverently kissed her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. He carefully and slowly ran his hands along the contours of her face, cupping her cheeks as he kissed them. He kissed, licked, and then blew his warm breath over where he licked to sensitize her to every breeze, every breath, and every anticipated touch on her skin.
She shivered and moaned as he pinned her arms above her head to force her to just feel him and what he was doing to her, for her which was ultimately for him.
She resisted for a moment and he comforted her. "Shhh, close your eyes and just experience, mo chroí, just let me touch you. I am watching, and am listening to your sounds, your responses; allow me to do this for you. Trust me, fall into me, my voice, my touch."
He gently took her breast in his hand and massaged it, gently pulling and tugging on her nipple, creating a tight nub, which he promptly sucked into his warm, moist mouth. He ran his tongue around the areola and the nipple, nipping and lightly scraping his teeth over the surface.
He took his mouth off her nubbin just long enough to say, "Leave your hands where they are, mo chroí, do not move them and let me love you."
She answered with a moan and then relaxed enough to allow him to release her hands and give attention to both of her luscious breasts. Katie had always been happy with her breasts but when Jocelyn became pregnant and now Caoimhe, with the accompanying larger breasts, she was not as happy as before. Ciarán had not been happy. He said a man loves his woman for all of her, the whole package. She felt a sharp slap on her inner thigh. She was thinking during his loving, Ciarán hated that.
There was a rustling near them, alerting him to possible animal intrusion. However, he continued to build her heat by moving his hand further down her belly to her mons, eliciting a surprised, touching screech from Katie and she tried to close her legs tighter. Ciarán, onto her usual maneuvers spread her thighs wider and swatted the inside of one thigh as a warning to keep still. All the while he loved on Katie, he kept a slight ear tuned to any further noise, but knowing that when Katie came, it would scare off the living and raise the dead, he didn't feel any real concern.
When she still resisted, he said with a quiet, loving, and yet commanding voice, "Shhh, mo chroí, let me love you. Open for me, mo ghrá, open for your lover."
Her moans were becoming more urgent and her attempts to anticipate his movements more rhythmic. He slid to her feet while still circling her clitoris, bringing his body in line with hers and pushed her legs further apart to accommodate his residence between them. Alternating between his taunting and loving her breasts and his fingers repetitively encircling her clit, in and out of her warm womanly enclosure, she was becoming feverish from the primal need to release.
Seeing her straining to remain in place, he ran his tongue along her inner folds and flicked her clit, circling it and then plunging into her honey pot of heat, sure to bring her to the brink of her capacity to remain in control.
"Come for me, Katie, lomhara, come for me." Then he sucked her clit and flicked the tender, sensitive nubbin with his tongue. Katie convulsed and let a guttural groan, deep and resounding out into the quiet surroundings. Ciarán coaxed the last bit of erotic waves from her orgasm and kissed her back down to earth. He relaxed her with soft lover talk and rubbed her legs coaxing them to relax from the intensity of the contractions they had just experienced.
Finally, when Katie was breathing normally, Ciarán said, "Are you relaxed now? Are you recovered?"
A fully satiated Katie replied, "Uh-huh. I think it might have been the sweetest love making you have ever done for me. What can I do for you?"
"Oh, you can and you will, do something for me; we are going to go again."
Then they replayed the scene again, ending with Katie hosting Ciarán's cock within her and wrapping her legs around him to hold him in tight. The release was again tremendous, with Ciarán experiencing the bombs going off along with Katie.
After about an hour, Ciarán changed the subject from lover's whispers to how she was not as truthful as she was supposed to be when coming up here.
"What was that about?"
"Oh, Ciarán, you would not have let me come and nor would Liam or even Andrew, if I had asked him. You would have made me stay home and even now, I know you couldn't afford to take time off the ranch. You should be working on whatever. How did you know where
I was?"
"When you told Liam that you were going to think, I knew that it was Trapper's that you come to do that. And as far as having time to leave the ranch, we are busy but you are my priority, not an afternoon's work."
"Were you awfully angry with me, Ciarán?"
"Pretty angry, mostly because I was afraid for you, but I understand that you were just tired of being on such a short leash and with mom, Da, and the gang coming tomorrow it was a lot for you to deal with. But we have something to settle here."
"What?" Her anxiety rising with the unknown.
"You did what I said was outside of the safety limits and instead of discussing it honestly with me, you took off. Honey, what is it going to take for you to bring me your needs? You shut me out again, purposely, and it was a safety concern that if I had not been here, Liam would have been totally at a loss as to where to look."
"I know, but I brought my GPS marker in case I got hurt." She proudly held it up after digging in her bag.
"Good, is it on?"
"Huh? Is it on? Sure, or I think, uh, man, it isn't."
"So, if you fell and hurt yourself, there is nothing I could have done to find you because you might not have been able to turn on the signal. See what I mean, the best laid plans can go awry."
"Well sure, but it could have done a lot of things, like fallen down the mountain, or a ravine and it would have been useless then, too."
"Thanks for making my other point. That is why you go in pairs or more and why others need to know where you are going when you are alone. I will make an agreement with you, okay? You will be honest with me about where you are going, with whom, for how long, and what you are doing there, and I will try to be good with it—not stifle you. If I am just having a hard time with it, you will be giving yourself and me an opportunity to say our side and come to an agreement. Not like today."
"All right, that will work. I absolutely promise to tell you."
"It's a start. Now drape yourself."
"What? I thought you weren't angry now."
"Precisely. I am not angry. In fact, I am in a rather mellow mood now. It is the perfect time to drape your loveliness over my knee for your spanking."
"Ciarán," Katie whined as she inched away from her husband, "I don't want you to spank me."
"I know," he answered softly, "but for me to continue to be a man of my word, I need to be consistent. I promise you won't hate it." He patted his knees and put his hand out.
"You know how I hate the thought of you beating me."
Ciarán's tone changed, becoming harder and more unyielding, the softness gone from his voice. "Katherine, come here now. We have talked about saying I beat you and I am done correcting you. Adjust the mouth. Dána beag amháins do not get to disobey. Now, this is the last time I will request you to come here."
She hesitated still and he continued to hold out his hand. Finally, she released a sigh and put her hand in his. "That's my baby. Settle. That is so perfect and your bottom is so perfect. A soft, sweet ass for me to touch, coddle, enjoy."
Ciarán spread her ass cheeks apart and teased her tight brown puckered entrance, a brown buttonhole to be filled. He wondered if he should stop for some toys when he went into Missoula or Butte next. He knew just the perfect place to wander. He wondered if Katie would like to go with him, hmm, that would be a turn on just having her look at some of those toys and weigh in on the choices.
Well, time to start the punishment and reward. He would punish with swats and reward with them as well. He told her she wouldn't hate it.
Swat, Swat, Swat. Right across the left cheeks and then he caressed to change her grunt to a moan. Three more swats on the right cheek and the same caress. Then he spread Katie wider, she began to protest and he quieted her with, "Shall I stop the rubbing and just deliver your punishment, Mrs. O'Connor?"
"No, sir. Please don't stop. I will be still."
"And I can continue to do as I choose?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, because I want to do this now and you do as well." He brushed her clit as he pushed into her opening slick with her arousal. He knew if he played this right, he could punish and arouse. He began to spank and rub, swat and finger her sensitivities, and when his fingers were good and wet, and her bottom good and pink, and she was becoming nicely aroused, he brought the party to her brown backdoor for entrance.
"Uh, I don't want that, Ciarán."
"Are you having punishment?" Katie moaned in response, her clit receiving attention as her ass was receiving swat after swat, then his warm hand rubbing it in, only to repeat the process. Once again, as she was in the throes of feeling the pain turn into passion and pleasure, Ciarán once again knocked on her back door, and said, "Bear down, Katie, like you are pushing me out," and she was so tangled in his web of pleasure she just did it and he slipped into her entrance. She had little resistance so he teased her clit as he began to finger her brown buttonhole.
"Katherine, if we have to address this issue again, this," he demonstrated where he was pivoting and jack hammering his digit in and out of her brown opening, "will not be happy because one finger will be three and then if we have more to deal with it will be a sorry miss you'll become. Am I clear?"
Sniff. "Yes," she murmered.
Soon Katie was ramping up for a total explosion and as he pleasured her front and back door, he occasionally swatted her butt, making her almost frantic with need of release. He resettled her so his knee was over her clit, his fingers filling her orifices, until she was crying and moaning her agony. Finally, he filled her back door with two fingers, swatted her butt, ground his knee over her clit, and plowed in her front entrance taking her right to the moon. Release was loud and earthy. He rubbed and kissed her hot skin until she was settled back to a regular breathing pattern, limp and fully drained but happy. He sat her up on his lap to cuddle.
"Did you hate your spanking, mo chroí?"
"No."
"Am I a man of my word?"
"Oh, yes."
"Are you glad I am a man of my word? I said you would not hate it."
"Oh, yes, I am very glad," she said and reached up to kiss her accommodating husband. They cuddled a few more minutes. Ciarán kissing her hair and slightly rocking back and forth.
"Liam says there is a cabin up the trail and off a bit. I don't think I have ever seen it before. Maybe we will try it in the winter when it would normally be closed except for those who are caught in a storm or something. We could create our own storm and need shelter," suggested Ciarán.
"I would love to spend time with you, alone, away from everything, but I know you have so much more important things to do." Katie looked up and saw her husband's frown. "I don't mean that in any way but that I understand you have so much that you are responsible for."
Katie continued before Ciarán could speak, "But whenever you have the time, I would love to spend a few winter days with you in that little cabin, creating a storm." Reaching up, she gave her husband a sweet and gentle kiss that he returned in full.
Afterward, they sat, drank water and watched the beautiful lake life all around them. Seclusion was a wonderful thing, but they needed to get back home. He knew it had been jarring to run into that creep, but he would take good care that she forgot him. They had weathered quite a bit in short time they had been married. Ciarán was well versed in how to gain trust of a wild thing. He had learned to earn her trust and would continue to make life good for his beag dana amháin. His naughty little one. Yes, life was going to be so very good for them.
The End
Glossary
Gaelic Pronunciation and Definitions
Anois---ănish—Now
A stór (stoirin)/a (mo) muirnín – ă stōre / ă mour-nēēn -- my darling, sweetheart, beloved
Beag Leanaí – byŭg Yănē -Little One
Bhean lómhara—bean lōv-ă-rah—precious woman/ wife
Caoimhe – Kwēē-vă
Cián – Kēy-ĭn
Ci
arán – Kēy-air-on
Dána beag amháin -- Dănă byŭg ămwāne – Naughty little One
Is breá liom tú,- ĕs-bră-lōm-too --I love you.
Is tú mo ghrá -- ĕs-too-moo-grăw -- You are my love
Lómhara -- lōv-ă-rah --precious (my)
Mo Beag amháin -- Mō byŭg ămwāne – My little One
Mo Bhean – Mō bean- My woman/lady/wife
Mo brídeach aláinn – Mō brēēdă ăhlăn –My beautiful bride
Mo chroí– mō cree -My heart
Mo ghra—mō- gr-ă—My love
Mo Milis—mō-mēlish- my sweet
Sentences
Chroí lómhara, tá sé in am dul bhaile. á tú réidh chun dul bhaile?
Cree- lōv-ă-rah, tă shā in ăm dŭl bwīlă. Ă too rādă gŭn dŭl bwīlă.
Precious heart, it is time to go home. Are you ready to go home?
Tá tú ag an grá i mo shaol-- tă-too-ăug-ăn-grăw-eh-moo-heel --You are the love of my life
Tá tú mo chroí -- tă-too - mō cree –You are my heart
Alyssa Bailey
Alyssa Bailey is a dyed in the wool Texan living in the beauty of Southeast Alaska with her husband, her youngest four (of eleven) children, two dogs and two cats. Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to form words. Her first story at the age of six was about a performing horse that ran away from the circus. As she got older and read more of a variety of books, she would say, “I can do better than that” and then rewrite them in her head. She was writing fanfiction before fanfiction was a ‘thing’.
In high school and college, she won journalism and special recognition for her academic and fictional writing. Alyssa is a firm believer in all things spanking. She loves writing about domestic discipline and power exchanges between strong, intelligent women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give them their space but Alpha enough to keep his woman safe, in spite of herself. Her characters predominately live in Regency England amongst lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and all things Cowboy. Contact her, she loves to chat, and as always, have a Spankolicious day!
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