Unwilling Bride

by Joannie Kay

  they didn’t know these girls belonged to us, and tell them we

  don’t hold with killing lest we’re forced. If they agree to

  skeedaddle on home, then this is over. But if they come riding

  back here looking for trouble, we’ll oblige them."

  Andy delivered the message, and then listened as the leader

  replied. He nodded, and then laughed outright. "They agree, Pa.

  Said these two are too much trouble. We’re welcome to them."

  Flynn nodded in understanding. "Untie them, and let them go."

  Davy returned with their horses, and Will lifted Bridget on King’s back, then mounted behind her. "I want you right here next to me," he told her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close.

  "You scared the very hell out of me, woman! And you’re going to get the spanking of your life for it!" Now that his fear was abating, righteous indignation and anger were taking its place. Bridget

  leaned back against him, content to be safe in his arms.

  "Will, no! Please! It was my fault, not Bridget’s," Katie tried to make her brother understand.

  "You need to worry about your own backside, little girl, and let Will worry about Bridget," Patrick said firmly, giving her a swat on the gentle swell of her backside before placing her on his saddle.

  "And, I’ll tell you right now, we’ll be having a full explanation of this escapade… and if my little sister is as guilty as I think she is, Will damn well better take a strap to her fanny, or I’ll do it

  myself."

  Bridget sighed deeply, and then looked up at Will. It was obvious

  he was angry as hell right now and she seriously doubted any

  explanation she made would be acceptable. And frankly, after

  the fright she’d just had, a spanking didn’t seem too awful to

  contemplate. She just wanted to be alone with Will and have the

  chance to tell him how much she needed him.

  The ride to their ranch was accomplished in near silence, and

  Will suspected that Flynn was having as much trouble controlling

  his temper as he was. Bridget and Katie were lucky as hell they

  were found in time to prevent them from being raped, and they

  were both going to have that impressed on their backsides

  before the night was over.

  "Papa, do you all want to come in and have some supper?"

  Bridget asked quietly as they approached the house.

  "There’s no need to be worrying about feeding us, Girl," Flynn said gruffly. "We’ll eat once we get home." He leveled his green eyes on his daughter, and then added, "I’m going to make you a promise, Bridget O’Rilely Bishop! If Will doesn’t tan you proper

  for tonight’s foolishness, I’m going to. This ain’t no idle threat, either, Girl. You’ve got my bona fide word on it. The same goes

  for you, Missy!" he glared at Katie. "Patrick, you staying here or coming with us?"

  "Staying right here, Pa. Katie-mine and I are going to get a few things straight between us," his hand unerringly landed a hard swat to the seat of her riding skirt, leaving no doubt as to his

  intentions.

  "Her Pa may have a thing or two to say on that subject, son. He might not want you putting your hands on her person until the

  two of you are wed."

  "I’ll deal with her Pa," Patrick said firmly, holding firmly to Katie’s wrist when she tried to go inside the house.

  Flynn nodded, then looked at Will, "Son, makes me proud you

  came to me for help tonight. Good to know you think of us as

  family." He whirled his mount, and within a couple minutes

  Bridget’s family was on their way home, with the exception of

  Patrick.

  "I’d best get us something to eat," Bridget offered, only to be lifted bodily off her feet and tossed over Will’s strong shoulder.

  "Put me down, Will!!!" she screeched.

  "Will, it’s not Bridget’s fault!" Katie yelled, trying to go after her brother, but Patrick’s hand tightened on her wrist and before she

  knew what he was about, she found herself inside the barn, and

  in the tack room. Patrick lit the lantern hanging there, and then

  took a seat on the wooden bench against the wall. Without one

  word of warning, he jerked her facedown over his lap, and his

  hand fell hard on the seat of her riding skirt. "Owww!"

  Patrick whacked her again, harder than before, and then

  demanded, "Suppose you tell me just what you were doing to get yourself captured by Comanche, young lady!"

  "Owww. You know what I was doing, Patrick!" The hard hand fell again, "Owww. I was riding into town… and leaving without you!

  Ouch! You’re hurting me!" she kicked, and to her surprise,

  Patrick stood her on her feet.

  "I can’t believe you rode out of here alone after the warning I gave you about getting lost!" Patrick scolded. "And spankings are supposed to hurt," he said, reaching for the buttons on her skirt.

  "What are you doing?" Katie demanded in surprise as he swiftly undid the fastenings on her skirt and then let it fall around her

  boots.

  "I’m baring your fanny, little girl. You’re going to know in just a few minutes how damned irate I am with you for risking your life."

  "Patrick, no!!! You can’t! It’s not decent!" Katie protested, then slapped at his hands as he tried to untie the blue ribbon holding

  up her cotton drawers.

  "Those Comanche braves would have bared you, Katie-mine,

  and done one hell of a lot more than spank your backside. Now

  hold still," he commanded.

  Katie gasped in shock as he slid the drawers down her legs, but

  her embarrassment was short-lived as he quickly hauled her

  over his knee again and commenced spanking her bare seat

  with gusto.

  "Owwww! Oh, Patrick! Stop! Stoooooooppp! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

  she pleaded, but Patrick ignored her and continued to slap her

  bottom until Katie was sobbing.

  Patrick wanted to be sure he had Katie’s attention, and he didn’t

  ease up until she was lying quietly, accepting her punishment.

  Then he started scolding.

  "Oh, Patrick, I’m so sorry! Please, I won’t ever be so foolish again!" she promised.

  "Do you admit you deserved this punishment?" he demanded.

  "Yes," she whispered.

  "Good. There’s a piece of mending harness lying on the

  workbench. Get up, get it, hand it to me, and ask me to finish

  spanking you," he ordered crisply, standing her on her feet.

  Katie was miserable, but she didn’t dare defy the angry man. He

  had a right to demand retribution from her. She’d put herself and

  Bridget into a dangerous situation, and this punishment was

  deserved. She stepped out of the skirt and her drawers, then

  crossed over to the workbench and found the piece of leather

  that Patrick wanted. She brought it back to him, and even though

  her eyes were full of tears, she managed to look at him and say,

  "Patrick, I’m very sorry I behaved without thought and got myself and Bridget into trouble today. It was very foolish, and I know I

  deserve punishment. Will you please finish spanking me?"

  "You may be sure I will, darlin’," Patrick agreed, and then patted his right thigh. "Put that pretty bottom of yours right here, Katie, and let’s finish this spanking."

  Katie carefully lowered herself into position, and Patrick shifted her a bit until her bottom was high. He brought the strap down on

  her reddened cheeks, and Katie couldn’t believe how much it

  hurt! She yelped, and then cried out again and again as the

  leath
er made a painful tattoo on her butt.

  "The rest of this is going to smart, young lady, because I want you to think about this strapping over the next few days each and

  every time you sit!" He brought the strap down on her thighs and Katie screamed.

  "No, Patrick! Please, not there!! It hurts too much!" He ignored her pleas, and by the time Patrick stopped, Katie knew she’d

  received the worst punishment of her entire life.

  Patrick helped her up, and then cradled her in his arms to let her cry, and she was unaware of the tears on his cheek as he held

  her close and gave thanks she was safe.

  "Will, put me down! I have to go and help Katie… Patrick will…"

  "Patrick is going to give Katie a damned good spanking, which is exactly what she deserves, and you’re going to get the same!"

  he declared, taking the riding whip from its hook on the wall as

  he carried Bridget through the house and into their bedroom. His

  gaze fell on the roll of blankets on the bed, and his dark eyes

  narrowed in disapproval and anger. "I cannot believe you didn’t come for me when you discovered Katie missing, Bridget! What

  were you going to do, drag her back here against her will?" he demanded as he dropped her on the edge of the bed.

  "I was going to reason with her, Will. I didn’t want you to spank her!"

  "You knew that what you were doing was wrong, didn’t you?"

  You knew I wouldn’t approve, but yet, you did it anyway. And

  don’t think I haven’t realized that you are wearing pants, Mrs.

  Bishop!" he continued to scold as he picked up the pile of

  blankets and tossed them into the corner. "What did I tell you would happen if you wore pants again?" he demanded.

  Bridget’s green eyes opened wide, but she replied bravely, "I don’t recall."

  Will looked down at her, then pulled her to her feet. He marched

  her over to the corner, and put her nose against the wall. Then

  his hand fell sharply three times on the seat of her britches. "You stand here and think about it then until you do recall!"

  Bridget wanted to sink through the floor. Will was already angry

  with her, and she was making him even angrier by pretending

  not to remember. But, it wasn’t fair! She’d been al owed to wear

  pants on her father’s ranch to ride, just not when they went into

  town or anything like that!!!

  Will let her stand there for several minutes, then he called out,

  "Well, Bridget, has your memory improved yet?"

  "Yes," she said in a small voice. There was no way out of this, and she might as well face-up to it and get it over with!!!

  "Good, I thought it might. What did I tell you would happen if you wore pants again?" he questioned.

  "You said you would set fire to them with me inside," she whispered.

  "Almost," he agreed. "I said I would set fire to the seat of them with you inside, and in plain words, Bridget, that means a good

  spanking. Get your hairbrush off the dresser and bring it here."

  "Will, please, I’m sorry. I just wanted to find Katie. I didn’t mean to be defiant by wearing pants."

  "Are you wearing pants, Bridget?"

  "Yes."

  "Did I make any stipulations about the reason you were wearing them?"

  "No, but—"

  "Then your excuses are not acceptable. Bring the brush here,

  and if there is one more word of argument, I will double the

  spanking you’re going to get," he warned.

  Bridget picked up the hairbrush and walked over to hand it to

  Will. He took her hand and pulled her down over his lap, and to

  her dismay, began spanking her with the brush, alternating

  cheeks.

  "Owww!" she cried out in dismay. "Oh, Will, it hurts. Please!! I’m sorry!" she begged, but Will paid her no mind. He continued

  spanking her until her backside felt like it was literal y on fire.

  "Are you going to wear britches again, Mrs. Bishop?" he

  demanded, with another painful whap on her rounded bottom.

  "No! I won’t! I promise!" she immediately agreed, and was relieved when he finally stood her on her feet.

  "Take them off," Will said firmly, then watched as Bridget removed her boots, and then unfastened the pants and slid them

  down and off. "I never want to see you in britches again, Bridget.

  Have I made that clear?"

  "Yes, Sir," she tearfully agreed.

  "I’d better not, or it will go even worse for you."

  "I won’t, Will. I promise!"

  "Now we’ll talk about what happened today. I am very

  disappointed that you rode out of here without a word, Bridget.

  And disappointed that you tried to protect Katie. You made a bad

  choice when you went after her instead of coming for me. And in

  doing so, you left yourself open to danger. I’ve told you that I

  won’t permit you to risk your safety. You gave your word that you

  wouldn’t ride after dark, and yet, you were out after dark!"

  "But I wouldn’t have been out after dark if Katie hadn’t been lost!"

  "You wouldn’t have been out after dark if you’d come for me in the first place. You are accountable for your actions, Bridget, and now you will answer for them. Take off your drawers, and come

  over my lap."

  Bridget wanted to die, but she did as she was told. Perhaps Will

  would only spank her with his hand if she cooperated? "Please, Will… I don’t think I can handle any more of the brush right now!

  I am already so sore. I promise I will be more careful in the

  future! Can’t you please just use your hand?"

  "I already planned to use my hand, Mrs. Bishop," Will reassured her as she wiggled in an attempt to get comfortable over his lap.

  He was stunned by how red her poor bottom was already! And

  he hated that he was going to inflict a lot more pain before he

  was finished with this lesson.

  He raised his hand, and brought it down with a sharp, stinging

  slap against her reddened left cheek.

  "Owwwww!" Bridget tried to put her hand back to protect her sore bottom, but Will simply took her by the wrist and pinned her

  hand to the small of her back while he continued the punishment.

  SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!

  "Owwww! Oh, Willlll!!!!! Stoooop!! Pleeeeeeeeeease!!!!" she started kicking.

  SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!

  SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!

  "No, no, no!" Bridget pleaded. "Will, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

  SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!

  SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!

  SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!

  SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!

  SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!

  The spanking went on and on, with Will determined to make sure

  his wife understood the lesson he wanted her to learn, and when

  he was certain she had, he stopped, then stood her on her feet

  and led her over to the corner. "I regret that we stil have one more part of this punishment to go through, Bridget. Do you

  know why I’m going to use the riding whip on you?" he asked

  gently.

  She nodded.

  "Tell me why."

  "Because I risked my life, my safety."

  "That’s right. Do you have any idea at all what those Indians were planning to do to you and Katie?"

  "Yes… and I didn’t want that to happen. I was so scared, but I knew you would come! I just hoped you would be in time. I’m so

 
sorry, Will. I tried to fight them off, but there were too many of them, and it took us a long time to get our hands free."

  "This is why we’re always insisting you not ride that far away from home by yourself, and especially not after dark."

  "I will be more careful from now on, Will. Can’t you please forget the rest of this punishment? I am so sore now, and I am as sorry

  as I can be!"

  "I don’t take any pleasure in this, honey," he said gently, "but letting you off would be a big mistake, and one I don’t intend to

  make. You stand here and prepare yourself! This is going to be a

  lesson you will never forget!"

  Bridget started crying again, and it took all her willpower to stand in the corner and compose herself when she wanted to run and

  try to hide! Her poor bottom and the backs of her thighs were

  stinging like fire, and she truly didn’t think she could stand any more, but yet, she definitely deserved a hiding. Hadn’t she told

  herself this when she was still being held captive? She would

  accept this spanking, and be thankful she was alive and safe

  with her husband!

  "Bridget, you can come here and lie over the bed."

  The lovely redhead turned and saw he’d made a pile of pillows

  and realized that he wanted her to put her backside right on top.

  She climbed on the bed, and got into position, then nodded as

  Will instructed her to spread her legs apart. She did as he said,

  then also clasped her hands over her head when he told her to

  do so. The first fiery stroke landed on the spot where thigh meets bottom, and Bridget gasped in pain. The second was a repeat of

  the first, and she wanted to die! Will spared no inch of her bottom and thighs, and finally, thankfully, blessedly, it was al over and she was free to sob her heart out.

  Will sat beside Bridget on the bed, and comforted her the best he

  could. Her bottom was an angry red, and the welts from the

  small whip had to sting like the very devil. When Bridget finally

  quieted a bit, he leaned down and whispered, "I don’t know what I would do without you, Mrs. Bishop. Please don’t ever scare me

  like this again!"

  "I won’t, Will!" she assured him. "Will, I’m sure I want to be your wife, but I just hurt too much right now!" she wailed in distress and disappointment.

  He gently kissed her, and then held her close. "I want that, too, honey," he agreed, then smiled when he heard the kitchen door open. "I think Patrick just brought Katie inside." He started to get up, but looked at Bridget in surprise when she grabbed his hand.