Unwilling Bride

by Joannie Kay

  Unwilling

  Bride

  by

  Joannie Kay

  Unwilling Bride

  By Joannie Kay

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  Chapter One

  "What's all the commotion about, Gus?" Will Bishop asked as he laid his supply list on the scarred wooden counter.

  "From what the Simpson sisters told me a few minutes ago,

  Flynn O'Riley's girl done ran off, leavin' that city dude standin' at the altar in front of half the town. Flynn's got his boys and the

  hired hands all out lookin' for her."

  Will shook his head. "Reckon that city dude should count himself lucky."

  Gus chuckled good-naturedly. "That was shore some sight to

  see, you hoppin' around on one leg, and rubbin' your jaw; her

  laughin' and you upendin' her over your knee in the middle of the

  dance floor! Too bad them brothers of hers stopped you from

  givin' her a good hidin'! Hell, you didn't even land one spank on

  her precious hide 'fore them brothers of hers hauled you outta

  there!" Gus pouted. "Too bad!"

  "Yeah; too bad," Will agreed. The little spitfire could do with a good spanking.

  "Well, she won't be able to hide for long. Them brothers of hers will find her, and make her do the right thing."

  "'Right thing'? I thought it was men who were expected to do the

  'right thing'?" Will grinned.

  Gus chortled, then said, "Not in this case. The dude went and got hisself lost, and O'Riley's girl was the only one home at the

  time. So she went searchin' for him and found him too. He'd got

  himself tossed off a horse and was walkin' away from the ranch

  'stead of toward it. Way I heard it, he was blubberin' like a baby, and by the time she herded him back to the house, it was goin'

  on three in the mornin'. Ole Flynn was madder'n hell and said

  there was goin' to be a weddin'. The girl said 'no there ain't', but he done got the invites out and her to the church this mornin'.

  Them Simpson gels said she was marched down the aisle, her

  daddy draggin' her ev'ry step of the way, and when her daddy

  put her hand in the dude's, she waited till he turned his back,

  then picked up her skirts and ran! Hightailin' it so fast they

  couldn't catch her." Gus chortled, "The old gels said she was wearin' her boots under her weddin' dress 'stead of proper

  slippers!"

  Will shook his head, feeling a bit sorry for Miss O'Riley.

  "Anyways, them brothers are searchin' everywhere for that little redhead, and ole Flynn is stompin' mad!"

  "What's the dude got to say about all of this?" Will asked curiously.

  "He ain't got nothin' to say. Plum scared of them O'Rileys, he is!"

  Will privately thought the dude should be the one running from

  the redheaded little witch, but kept that thought to himself.

  Gus suddenly turned to business. "Let's see what you be needin'

  today, Will." He picked up the list. "Yep, yep, yep," he nodded.

  "Got ever'thin' you're needin'. Got your wagon out front?"

  Will nodded, then said, "I've got some business to take care of at the bank, then I'll be back to settle up with you, Gus."

  "Sounds good. Me'n my boys'll have it all loaded up in no time."

  Will went to the bank and stood in line for a few minutes while

  the elderly teller counted and recounted a stack of bills the

  saloon owner was depositing. Then he made his own deposit,

  and returned to find that Gus had already loaded his supplies

  and tied the canvas over the top. Will quickly settled his bill, then climbed up on the seat of his wagon. He had a long drive ahead

  of him, and he wanted to get home before dark!

  As he drove along, Will found himself thinking more and more of

  the feisty Bridget O'Riley and wondering if she'd been found yet.

  What the redheaded spitfire needed in her life was a man who

  wouldn't let her have her way all the time. Her father had spoiled her outrageously, and those six older brothers of hers were

  enough to keep most folks from voicing their honest opinions of

  her disgraceful, unladylike behavior.

  After several hours, Will decided to stop and give the horses a

  break. He climbed down from the wagon seat to stretch his legs,

  and to relieve himself. Then he took down the parcel containing

  the crackers and cheese he'd bought to eat, and enjoyed every

  last bite. He thought of the bag of licorice that he'd told Gus to add to the order and wondered how difficult it would be to find it among all the other supplies. Will told himself he could wait until he got home, and put one foot on the wheel to climb up, then

  grinned. He jumped back down and went to the rear of the

  wagon. When he reached for the ties holding the canvas down,

  he noticed it wasn't even tied! Will frowned because he'd

  checked the ties himself before he'd gone inside to settle with

  Gus. No doubt some ornery little kids had wanted to see what

  was inside, and Will hoped they hadn't been after his licorice! He tossed the heavy canvas back, and cursed when he saw a pair

  of green eyes regarding him intently!

  "Just what the hell do you think you're doing in my wagon, Miss O'Riley?" he growled.

  " You," she retorted. "Of all the damn wagons in town, I had to go and pick yours!" she exclaimed in pure exasperation.

  "You come down out of there right now, young lady!" he ordered sharply.

  "Don't you take that tone of voice with me, Will Bishop!" she cautioned. "I am not in a good mood!"

  "I don't care what kind of mood you're in; get out of my wagon-Now!" he added when she didn't budge.

  "There is no need to yell at me!" she yelled at him.

  Will felt his temper rising as he regarded the stubborn beauty.

  Her green eyes were flashing fire at him, and her cheeks were

  tinged with pure temper. She had her small graceful hands

  balled into fists and resting on her hips and she knelt in the bed of his wagon giving him hell! He abruptly realized she was

  wearing britches and that was the final straw as far as he was

  concerned.

  Without giving himself time to reconsider, Will reached out and

  grabbed the tiny redhead, his two large hands easily spanning

  her waist as he lifted her from his wagon.

  "Let me go!" Bridget fought against him, but her strength was no match for his as he carried her over to a rock jutting from the

  ground.

  "Not a chance, little girl! You need a lesson and you're damned well going to get it this time!" he promised.

  "My brothers will horsewhip you!" she threatened, kicking at him as he seated himself.

  "Even your brothers wouldn't put up with their little sister wearing britches!" Will stated positively, easily flipping her over his lap.

  "I'll shoot you if you dare to touch me!" Bridget promised, trying to throw herself off his lap.

  Will tightened his grip on her waist as he held her, then brought
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  his right hand down with a satisfying smack on the rounded seat

  of her britches.

  Bridget gasped in outrage and temper, and Will chuckled as he

  continued to spank her.

  "You rotten bastard! You just wait until my brothers hear about this!"

  "That kind of language costs, little girl," Will said calmly, then slid his hand underneath her wiggling body to undo her britches.

  "No! You wouldn't!" Bridget screamed as Will jerked her pants down to her knees. "Noooo! Stop!"

  "I am not a bastard, Miss O'Riley," Will spanked her cotton drawers hard, causing her to cry out in pain. "This will teach you to control that sassy mouth of yours." Will put some effort into spanking the redhead, and when her cries sounded desperate,

  he paused. "I am waiting on an apology, young lady."

  "An apology! You owe me an apology! I am not a child, Will Bishop!"

  He swatted her again; "You act like a child most of the time, Miss O'Riley. And I'm not going to stop spanking you until you do

  apologize."

  "You can go straight to hell, Will Bishop!" she retorted.

  "Would have thought you'd know better than that, young lady,"

  Will said in a dangerously soft voice. A few seconds later,

  Bridget's drawers were down around her knees, and he was

  gazing down at her pretty little bottom. He could clearly see

  where his hand had left its impression on her delicate skin, and

  he was determined to bring the feisty Bridget under control.

  Bridget couldn't believe this was happening to her! And she

  struggled with all her might, but Will was simply too strong! Why oh why did she have to pick his wagon to hide in? No one had seen her bare backside in years, and here was this man this

  aggravating Will Bishop, treating her like a naughty little girl!

  Will applied his hand in hard spanks meant to sting and make an

  impression, and by the sounds of her cries, she was getting a

  long over-due lesson. He continued to spank her soundly,

  determined that she would apologize before he stopped, even if

  it meant sitting here the rest of the afternoon!

  Bridget hollered and kicked like crazy, but to no avail. Her poor

  bottom was on fire, and she was in tears and Will showed no

  sign of stopping! "Ok You win! I'm sorry!" she finally gave in, then collapsed over Will's lap, sobbing. "Please stop now!" she begged, and was relieved when Will released his hold on her.

  She jumped to her feet and starting rubbing furiously, trying to

  stop the burning in her bottom cheeks.

  "Cover yourself, girl!" a deep voice boomed from behind them, and Will jumped to his feet to see the O'Rileys and the dude and

  another man sitting on horseback. Bridget had been making so

  much noise he'd had no idea they were there! He watched as

  she struggled to pull her drawers over her flaming bottom, then

  her britches up over her drawers.

  "I can't believe this, Bridget! You're wearing pants!" one of the brothers said accusingly.

  "It was all I could find, Tom. Please don't you start scolding me!

  Didn't you see what he was doing to me!??" she said indignantly.

  "Personally, I think it was long overdue!" another brother spoke up.

  "Andy!"

  "Enough!" Flynn O'Riley barked. "Girl, you embarrassed me in front of the whole damned town, and I won't stand for it. You're

  going to get married today, or my name ain't Flynn O'Riley!"

  "I will not marry that dude, Papa! No matter what you do!"

  Bridget stood up to her father.

  "No, I don't believe you will. He ain't man enough to handle you.

  You're gonna marry this one!" Flynn pointed his gun at Will.

  "Papa! No! You can't be serious! He beat me!"

  "He gave you a spanking, little sister," Tom corrected her with a grin. "And he didn't even use a leather strap or a hairbrush. I agree with Pa."

  "No!" Bridget wailed, stomping her booted foot.

  "Mr. O'Riley, what makes you think I want this stubborn little brat for my wife?" Will asked far more calmly than he felt.

  "Think it would be preferable to being strung up to that tree and your back whipped raw 'til you changed your mind," ole Flynn

  didn't bat an eye, and Will knew the threat was not an idle one.

  "You took liberties with her person you didn't have a right to take.

  Now I intend to give you that right! Preacher, let's get to marrying these two folks."

  "Papa, I won't do it!"

  "You'll either marry this one or the dude, Bridget. Right here and right now, and no more arguing! I've let you become headstrong

  and willful since your Ma died, but I am still capable of cutting a switch and using it to change your mind if I have to. Now, which

  one is it going to be?" he demanded.

  Will watched in silence as she looked at him, then looked over at

  the dude, who was stil trying to control his mount, and not

  having much success. He could see the disdain in her eyes for

  the man, and wasn't the least bit surprised when she looked at

  her father and said in a hoarse whisper, "I choose Will, Papa."

  "Do you intend to go through this willingly, son? Or am I going to have to do some persuading?"

  "I'll marry her under one condition, and one condition only," Will told Flynn in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

  "I'm listening, boy," Flynn looked at him steadily.

  "If I marry Bridget, she will belong solely to me. That means I will decide what is best for her. I will set rules for her, and if she

  displeases me or disobeys me, she will answer to me. I will not

  tolerate interference from you or your sons in this matter. And

  Bridget will not be free to run to you whenever she pleases to

  pout and complain. Is this understood?"

  To Will's surprise, Flynn nodded in agreement, then chuckled.

  "Girl, looks as though you're gonna mend your ways real fast."

  Bridget fumed silently, but she had no choice but to go through

  with the wedding. In less than ten minutes she'd promised to

  love, honor, and obey Will Bishop for the rest of her life. She had a ring on her finger that Will had removed from a chain around

  his neck, refusing the one her father had produced, saying his

  wife would wear his ring. Her father and brothers had kept their

  good-byes short and sweet, and she was all alone with a man

  who had given her the first spanking of her entire life!

  "Well, Mrs. Bishop, we have a good ways to travel yet today,"

  Will said quietly. He picked her up and put her on the seat of the wagon with a thump, uncaring that her poor bottom was still

  burning and very sore.

  "Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped, jumping up to rub furiously.

  Will climbed up beside her, then pulled her down with another

  thump. "Sit still or you'll spook the team," he cautioned.

  "It hurts to sit, Will!" she complained.

  "It's supposed to hurt," he smiled at her. "Never had a spanking before, huh?"

  "No! And I think you were mean to do it! I am not a child!"

  "I don't think any female gets too old for a good spanking," Will told her as he took up the reins and clicked to the team, setting

  them in motion.

  "Well I simply won't tolerate it!" she sputtered indignantly.

  "The choice is simple, Bridget. Behave yourself and you won't get spanked."

  "I do not believe this! You can't seriously expect to spank me if I do something you don't approve of!"

  "Try me," he replied, giving her a meaningful look. "I suggest you put that temper of yours on hold for the rest of the tr
ip home,

  Mrs. Bishop."

  Bridget thought Will was terribly bossy, but her sore bottom was

  a constant reminder that the man had no qualms about treating

  her like a naughty little girl. It was enough to keep her quiet most of the trip to her new home.

  "This is it, Mrs. Bishop," Wil said proudly. "I know it isn't what you're used to, but it's all mine and I built it with my own two

  hands."

  "Do you have any hired help, Will?" she asked suspiciously.

  "I have a couple of men who come and work when I need them,"

  he answered truthfully.

  "I meant for the house?" she explained, fearing she already knew his answer.

  "That is your job now, wife," he grinned at her. "Hope you know how to cook?"

  "I don't clean and I don't cook and I don't sew!" she stated bluntly.

  "You do now, little girl." He lifted her down from the wagon, and carried her over the threshold of their home, then put her on her

  feet. He looked around the parlor, then grinned again, "It needs a woman's touch."

  Bridget had to agree. The parlor was dusty, and the walls were

  sadly bare! There were no pillows on the sofa, and the tables

  were bare of any pictures or knickknacks. It was very

  depressing. The kitchen wasn't much better, either. There was a

  dishpan full of dirty dishes waiting to be done, and the floor was disgusting. Will didn't even have curtains at the window, and the

  windows were covered in grime! The bedroom was the only

  room that seemed homey and cheery. There was a colorful quilt

  on the large bed, and even a set of doilies covering the dresser

  and the vanity. A rag rug covered the floor beside the bed, and

  the room was neat and orderly.

  "Well?" Will asked her as she walked into the kitchen as he carried in the last of the supplies.

  "This place is a mess! I can't believe you live like this!" she told him. "I will send for Mary and Consuela tomorrow and they will have this place cleaned in no time!"

  "No."

  "'No'?" she repeated. "What do you mean 'no'?"

  "I mean no you will not send for those ladies. This is your home now, Bridget, and you will clean it and organize it to suit our

  needs."

  "I will not!" she argued. "I told you I don't clean or any of that!"

  "You do now," he said calmly. "You can start by putting these supplies away and starting supper while I tend the team and the