She’d braced both of her hands on the edge of the tub then, giving her leverage to slide up and down on his length. He’d pistoned into her, watching her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her movements, her short, sharp groans each time she came down hard on him. Then she’d clenched around him with such a ferocity she practically growled with her orgasm. He found himself riveted by the sight of her with her head back and eyes rolled up, neck and cheeks red, and those incredible breasts, those glorious white globes bouncing and thrusting in his face as he took her. He’d then felt that familiar tingle in his spine and his own release made his eyes roll back, and a groan of his own bubbled out of his throat.
She’d collapsed forward, resting her sweaty, damp body against his wet chest. He’d slid his hands up and down her slippery wet bottom, squeezing the plump flesh, his cock spasming in time with the tremors from her orgasm.
And she’d been malleable until he’d informed her that it was time to put the large plug in her bottom to remind her how to behave. She’d pouted so prettily at him then that he hadn’t had the heart to swat her ass for her little disobedience. She knew pouting was not allowed.
Instead, he’d just nipped her bottom lip and scooped her out the tub, drying her off with a fresh clean white towel he’d retrieved from the closet.
And now, he stood staring at his wife’s gorgeous backside sporting some pink, red, and a couple purple marks on her bottom.
“Daisy, I’d cooperate if I were you. Your bottom looks mighty sore.” He pressed and pushed on some of the marks to test their sensitivity. “I’d think the last thing you would want at this point is another paddling.”
“But Noah, they hurt and I don’t want to wear a plug again. My… my… it hurts. It just hurts, and shoving something into it again today wouldn’t be… kind.”
Noah couldn’t quite stifle his laugh. “Kind? I’m not trying to be kind. This is still part of your punishment from yesterday. You see, I’ve asked Millie and Mary to come to the house today at ten, so that you may apologize to them.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her when she scowled back over her shoulder. “Pull your cheeks apart, so I may put your butt plug in. Now.”
Her resolve crumbled quickly though, especially when he looked at her hairbrush on the dresser and took a single step in that direction. She groaned in defeat, and her delicate hands pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her beautiful pink puckered flower. He pressed the pad of his thumb on it, feeling the muscles clench, but when he let his forefinger wander down to her already swollen clit, the muscles of her anus relaxed, letting his thumb slip into the dark entrance.
“You may not want that plug in your bottom, but your little pink hole is begging for it, baby. And I want to keep you ready for me.” He continued to worry that little bundle of nerves, while slowly and gently pumping her anus. “Let’s get you filled up. You’ll be sitting on a hard chair in the parlor while Millie and Mary are here. This will remind you how to behave — and how we talk to our friends.”
Reaching over for the bottle of oil on the bedside table, he worked the oil into her with first one finger and then two. Once he felt comfortable that she’d been lubricated sufficiently, he poured oil onto the largest plug to which he’d added the horse hair adornment.
“Oh no, Noah! I can’t wear the tail during the day with guests around.”
“Well, unless you plan on lifting your dress to show them, they won’t know. And you already know that it won’t fall out. Your muscles on the neck of the plug will keep it in. But, the beauty of wearing it is that every time you feel it move inside you or you feel the hair brush on your thighs, it’ll be a reminder to behave and choose your words carefully.”
“Oh, Noah... I’m so sorry.” She dropped her forehead to the bed.
He patted her hip gently. “You’ll be fine, girl.” He pushed the plug into her, watching the muscles work around it. “You’ll be in the corner when the women show up this morning, and you’ll stay there until I tell you to turn around.”
“Y-you won’t make me stand with my dress up, will you?”
There was no anger or defiance in her face. If anything, he sensed worry and concern. That lip was between her teeth again, and her eyes were large and pleading.
“No. Not today. It’d take something pretty awful to make me publicly humiliate you. It’s my hope that we’ll never reach that point.” The plug popped into her fully, the tight ring of muscles closing around the narrower neck. He pulled the hair from the plug off her back, letting it flow down her legs. “Time to get a dress on. Obviously you won’t be able to wear your pantaloons today.”
Daisy stood in the middle of the floor where he left her, her nipples erect and pebbled in the cool morning air wafting through the bedroom window. He grabbed one of her day dresses, something simple — no need for frills and frippery today. He helped her put her chemise on and slipped the dress over her, buttoning the back while she stood, still and compliant. No fight, no sass, and definitely no defiance.
“You’re being such a good glut, min kær. Let’s go have our breakfast so you’ll be in the corner when they get here.” Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, they descended the stairs.
* * *
Daisy sat gingerly and uncomfortably on her tail, eating her breakfast. She wanted to be angry at him for adding this humiliation today, but part of her knew she needed this. She’d be sure to treat them as friends and not servants after this. And she guessed, if he felt this loyal to these women, there must be a reason. She would try her best to see them as new friends. She turned her head, staring out the window at Candy in the pasture. Surely Noah was wrong about that horse. She’d ridden young horses before. Having grown up around horses, she understood them. This little filly seemed not much different than her horse Molly.
“I see you lookin’ at that horse. Don’t get any ideas. I’m telling you, she’s not ready to be ridden yet. She’s not saddle broken, and if she tossed you off you could easily break your neck — or worse.” He dipped his chin, lifting an eyebrow at her. “You mind me, girl. You’ll be sorry if you don’t. Believe me.”
“I hear you. I just don’t see her like you do.” Daisy raised her chin, even as she averted her eyes from his intense glare.
He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, locking his gaze with hers. “It doesn’t matter how you see her. It matters only what order I’ve given you. Your backside must not be sore enough, if you’re questioning me this soon.”
She pulled her chin out of his grasp. “I’m not allowed to voice an opinion? And my backside is not only sore, it is very sore.”
“Prove it — by staying out of trouble and watching your mouth today.” He narrowed his eyes at her, then rose to his feet. “C’mon, you’ve had enough breakfast. It’s time to get you in the corner.” He put his hand out to help her up.
She suddenly felt hungry when standing in the corner was the alternative. Even eating oatmeal would be better than the corner. Eating bugs would be better than the corner.
He walked her to a corner in the parlor where she’d be immediately seen by guests entering through the front door. He pressed her nose into the join of the two walls. “Keep your nose here. It makes that beautiful ass stick out. Then I can sit over here and imagine how beautiful it looks under that dress with your tail brushing against your thighs.”
He leaned in, whispering into her ear, “Are you dripping with your arousal? Does the plug and tail turn you on too, baby? Let’s see.”
She mewled, knowing that he’d be fingering the evidence flowing from her pussy. It did excite her, shameful as it was to admit. The jostle of the plug and the light brush of hair on her thighs brought back the memory of the earth-shattering orgasm she’d received when he’d taken her ass last night. Even thinking of the figging seemed… sweeter this morning. Her clit throbbed in response to her thoughts.
The cool morning air rushed to her bare backside once the skirts were thrust onto her back. The first th
ing he did was press against the flange, twisting it to the left and the right to watch her wiggle in response to the movement. His finger then made the slow sensual trek down the divide to slide into her wetness.
“Oh, my pony girl. Just as I expected, this little cunt of yours is dripping. Too bad — you’ll have to suffer with the fullness and lack of completion until later. Much later. I guess it’s a good thing you women wear so much frippery and layers of clothing. It’ll sop up your juices until I can clean you properly.”
“Oh, good Lord,” Daisy whispered, groaning into the corner. Her wantonness was downright scandalous.
Why does being called pony girl, make my heart skip a little? I don’t even want to think about it.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I love this about you. I’ve waited for a wife for a long time — someone who is my match. And you, min kær, are my match. Don’t you feel it? I love you. It’s become apparent that I’d be lost without you. You make my day better, and I hope you feel the same. Yes?”
Daisy stared at him over her shoulder. She did feel the same — but was afraid to think she’d ever feel this way again. But even more than that, she had stronger feelings for him than she’d had for Jesse in their marriage. It frightened her to love someone this strongly — she’d never had such intense feelings for anyone.
“I thought this would just be a match of convenience. I never expected that I’d… love you like I do. And to hear that you love me with the same depth is… overwhelming. Did you expect to feel love?” She turned from the corner to face him. This was not a conversation to be had with your bare backside facing out and speaking over your shoulder.
“Yes. Of course. You didn’t expect to love me?” He shrugged his shoulders, and she saw something in his eyes then, something she never thought she’d see. Vulnerability. Uncertainty. Even fear. It was there and gone again, like a cloud passing in front of the sun, but was enough. Somehow his fear only made her want him more — made her want to submit to him more. Made her want to be his good girl.
“Well... I didn’t think people who did mail order brides expected love. It’s just a match of convenience. This is more than I bargained for. “ She looked up at him and saw the tears in his eyes. “But I do love you! I tried hiding it and thought you would only want someone to clean and give you sons for the ranch. I talked myself out of it, hoping to save my heart from being hurt.”
Noah swiped at the tears threatening to fall. “You just said you loved me, yes?”
“Yes!” Daisy laughed and threw her arms around his neck. “I do. I guess we received more than a match of convenience.”
“I think you’re right, my dear. It feels good to be happy, no?”
“Yes, it feels good.” She smirked at him. “It’d feel a lot happier if I didn’t have to wear a rectal dilator while standing in the corner though.”
Noah laughed, turning her to face the corner, raising her skirts momentarily to swat both cheeks hard and giving a complimentary thrust to the plug before dropping the skirts back into place. “Face the corner, bad girl. When the women come in, I will let you know when to turn around. Once you’ve been given permission, you’ll walk up to them and give the nicest apology you can muster. If it doesn’t meet my satisfaction, you’ll receive the hairbrush on your bare bottom. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He lightly pushed her nose right into the corner. “You’ll formulate and rehearse your apology until they come.”
Chapter 16
Noah sat across the room watching Daisy stand obediently in the corner. He couldn’t believe that she’d believed that all he wanted was a wife to clean and give him babies — like some brood mare. It was amazing to him how women — and he supposed some men — thought. He’d never use a woman like that. Women were meant to be treasured, and cherished. Yes, he loved to pretend she was his pet. But didn’t many men call their beloved wives “pet?” He loved stroking, petting, kissing, and fondling her. He enjoyed her this way — it was a way to give affection, nothing more. Yes, he needed a wife to be a helpmate, someone who would help him with the household. And children fit into that formula too. He wanted children — a lot of children — and he didn’t want just sons for the ranch, as she’d assumed. Whether it was a bunch of little girls with blonde ringlets, or raven black hair like their mother — he’d be happy with them all.
He’d been concerned when he first talked to Angus about Daisy. She seemed to be someone that might not fit his personality. He tended to be easy going and enjoyed people — everyone was a potential friend to him. At first though, his prospective wife seemed to be more antisocial than he wanted. That caused him to doubt if he’d made the right decision. But it became obvious that it was just a defense mechanism on her part. Angus had been right. A good spanking or punishment daily — at least for a while — might be just what she needed to keep her tender and soft.
She responded well to discipline. And it seemed a nice red bottom seemed to bring out the best in her. Noah viewed himself as a patient and kind man, but he believed in consistent direction and discipline. It worked for children, dogs, horses — and he was learning it most definitely worked for women. His wife would learn what behavior was rewarded in his house, but until then she’d be sporting a red bottom most of the day.
His heart swelled with pride when she’d said she loved him too. He’d spend the rest of his life making her the happiest woman in Chimney Rock.
His wife. His pet.
* * *
Daisy had been deep in thought — thinking about Noah loving her, her loving him, children, and her new life. When she heard the knock on the door, she realized that she’d forgotten all about the apology.
“Millie. Mary. Come in.” His heavy booted footfalls came into the parlor, which meant the women were now staring at her back while she stood in the corner. She stiffened, feeling the anger rising within her.
She took a deep breath.
This has nothing to do with Millie, Mary, or Noah.
This had everything to do with her not controlling her tongue, not speaking words that were kind and uplifting. It didn’t matter what her past was, or what hurts had made her that way. What mattered was treating others with kindness — and making her husband proud.
“I want you ladies to know that my lovely wife, who I’ve come to love dearly, was paddled with her hairbrush last night. Harshly. She received other punishments as well, but we can speak of those some other time.”
Daisy gasped.
My God, did he just tell those women that he’d spanked me? How can he do this?
She feared she’d never be able to keep eye contact with them from this point on.
Noah continued. “And she’s been given a reminder again this morning. I assure you I imparted a stern lesson, and I do believe it’s been learned well. She’ll be apologizing to you, and it’s my hope that you’ll all be getting along better.”
“Noah,” Millie’s soft voice said. “That wasn’t—”
“No, Millie. Let’s just sit quietly while my wife thinks. Then she’ll apologize.”
Daisy shuffled from foot to foot. Embarrassing didn’t even begin to describe how she felt.
How long is he going to make me stand here with everyone staring at my ass? If they knew I had a fucking tail in my ass I would just die. Absolutely die. He wouldn’t, would he? He couldn’t tell them that.
“Daisy, darling, come here please.” She turned to him, and he held out his hand to her, his smile charming, blue eyes twinkling.
She couldn’t help but smile back as she quickly walked to him, grasping his hand and leaning into the chaste kiss he placed on her forehead.
“Okay, pet.” He winked at her. “I think there’s something you have to say, yes?”
The unspoken message was clear: don’t forget the tail, and don’t forget who’s in charge.
She nodded at him, swallowing loudly and facing the women. “Millie. Mary. I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday.
I hurt your feelings and it was unkind and unnecessary. I didn’t treat you with the respect that you deserve, and in the process, I hurt not only you, but I also hurt and embarrassed my husband.” She glanced at Noah, hot tears stinging her eyes.
Though his smile was warm, he tipped his head toward the women. She wasn’t done.
Turning back to the women, she continued. “As Noah stated, I’ve been punished. I’ll be the woman that my parents raised and the wife that Noah deserves. If you can forgive me, I’d like to try being friends with both of you. I’d love to have some new friends here in Chimney Rock.”
Daisy didn’t know when she’d started, but she realized she’d been wringing her hands frantically throughout the whole apology. She’d never felt so vulnerable, and for the first time in a long time, she wanted someone to be proud of her. Noah saw her as a good girl.
His good girl.
Millie rushed toward her and Daisy backed up instinctively, unsure of the woman’s intent.
But rather than attack her, Millie flung her arms around Daisy’s neck. “Of course, I forgive you. We’ll be good friends. I know women from all over Chimney Rock. I’ll bring you to teas, and church functions.” Millie turned toward Noah, who had lifted an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me, Sir — with your permission, of course. I would never bring her anywhere without talking to you first.”
“See that you don’t.” He wagged a finger at her. “I’ll talk to Tom if I have to, young lady. You mind my rules when you’re here.”
A blush rose on Millie’s neck. “I will, Noah. I promise. Daisy’s your wife. I’ll treat her as such.”
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