More Than She Bargained For (The Widow Wagon Book 2)

by Megan Michaels

  Her cries tugged at him though, and finally walked farther up the pasture to get away from her sobs. It didn’t help his cause to feel compassion for this woman. He needed to shut himself off emotionally from these people. The only purpose for being on this farm was to get his ring back. Then he’d be able to get that gold and start his life. Maybe he’d have a horse ranch like Noah had here. He’d always been good with horses and the thought of breeding and selling horses for a living suited him just fine.

  He’d have to figure out how to get into that house to find that ring. He’d need to wait until they were away, perhaps on a trip into town. His ma always kept her rings and such in a box under her bed. He’d go to the bedroom, look in every drawer and box in that room until he found it.

  He just wished he didn’t have to steal it. He knew he couldn’t just ask her for the ring, even if he explained the circumstances especially since she thought it belonged to her deceased husband. He didn’t know a woman on earth who’d give away something that belonged to their husband, and after watching Miss Daisy, she’d definitely not be cooperative in that regard. She was a little rough around the edges, and, God knows, Noah had been trying to soften those edges with whatever he could find to paddle her ass with.

  He’d just ask God to forgive him and take it. After all, it belonged to his brother anyway.

  He turned just in time to see Noah, with Daisy tucked under his arm, walking into the house. Noah waved, motioning him to come over.

  Oh, Lord.

  He didn’t want to do this. He knew what Noah would be requiring in this situation — except it was just damn uncomfortable to be the one who had to receive the apology.

  “Willie, I want to apologize for my wife’s deplorable behavior. As I’m sure you heard, she’s been thoroughly spanked for it.” Noah put a hand to the small of her back, giving her a gentle nudge forward. “You have something to say to this wonderful gentleman, Daisy?”

  “W-Willie, I’m sorry. I lied to you, and you didn’t deserve it.” She dropped her head, staring at the dirt until Noah pinched her ass. She looked up again, her cheeks scarlet. “Oh! I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?” Her eyes dropped to the ground again.

  “Yes, Ma’am. I forgive you.” Willie paused until she looked him in the eye again. “It sounded like a mighty fearsome whippin’ you received in there. But what you did was just dangerous. I hate that you’re gonna be sore, but ya got what you deserved. Candy’ll be a good horse, but ya gotta wait until your husband says so. When you’re healed, I’ll saddle up Gypsy for ya. Okay?”

  “Yes, Willie. Thank you. I’ll listen to both you and Noah on when Candy is ready. I promise.”

  Daisy looked at Noah, waiting.

  “Good girl.” Noah kissed her on the top of her head. “Let’s get you in the house for a nap. Thanks, Willie.” As he walked off, he stopped, saying over his shoulder. “And you might wanna stay away from the barn for a bit. Mark is in there taking care of Mary. I’m sure he’ll be done soon and then you can deal with the horses. Appreciate it.”

  “Yeah, I’ll find other things to do until they’re... done.”

  As they walked off, Willie thought again about what the future might hold.

  I need a wife. Someone I can love, take care of — and discipline. Someone who’ll love me back.

  He envied the love the married couples obviously showed. Something as simple as a mail-order bride, and they’d found each other. At that very moment, the shrill cries from the barn let him know that Mary’s discipline had started. He needed to find a spot where he didn’t have to hear the heartbreaking cries of a gentle woman again.

  He walked to the front of the house to sit on the porch. Yes, someday he’d get a ranch and build a house with a front porch like this — and raise a family with a wife of his own.

  Chapter 21

  Just as he settled Daisy into bed dressed in her chemise and split drawers, Mary walked into the room sniffling, Mark guiding her by the upper arm.

  “Oh Mary, sweetie. I’m sorry.” Noah genuinely liked Mary — and Mark — and felt bad that the misbehavior on Daisy’s part was the cause of her discipline.

  “Mark, I’ve left a pair of split drawers over the divider over there if you want to change her into them.” He pointed at the cherry wood room divider in the corner. Noah had bought it to have a private place for dressing or bathing. “I figured the split drawers would keep some modesty, but fit loosely over their sore bottoms. I think for a nap it’ll do fine for both of them.”

  “Thank you, Noah. You thought of everything.” Grasping her elbow, Mark brought her behind the divider. The low rumble of his voice could be heard as he spoke gently to her. Soon enough, he came back around the divider with Mary, bringing her to the bed to lay next to Daisy.

  Both women wore white chemises, very red bottoms peeking through the split back of the drawers. The chenille bedspread must have felt comforting, the women both nuzzled into it, not caring that they weren’t covered. The sheer curtains drifted open with the gentle breeze coming through the window. Noah pulled the curtains open a little to afford the room more of that breeze. He was sure it would feel good wafting over their hot flesh.

  Noah resisted the urge to lean over and stroke that warm flesh though. Normally, he would’ve taken her ass after a punishment, squeezing and pressing against those very hot buttocks as he fucked her, but with guests today that would have to be delayed until this evening. Noah knew his friend pretty well and suspected he wasn’t the only one who’d be foregoing his completion until later.

  Mark spoke quietly but firmly to Mary. “You’ll be surprised how quickly you’ll go to sleep once you’re quiet for a while.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he put his finger to her lips. “No arguing. You don’t want to push me today. You’re taking a nap. Discussion is over.”

  Noah smiled at Mark and they both shook their heads. He worried, and knew Mark did too, that he was too harsh with Daisy some days — and then she’d argue with him immediately after a paddling and he’d realize that her spirit was perfectly intact.

  “No talking, no arguing, no giggling. You women are to sleep. When you wake up, you can come down to see us in the den. Don’t put a dress on, come down as you are. Yes?” Noah waited for their answer.

  They both murmured. “Yes, Sir.”

  “C’mon, Mark, let’s go down to the den. We can have some whiskey and talk about and compare punishments for these women we’re married to.”

  They descended the stairs, leaving the women to their own quiet thoughts.

  * * *

  Daisy and Mary came down the stairs tentatively, each trying to cover her backside. It looked to be around dinnertime, judging by the position of the sun in the sky. The steps creaked as they descended, the creaks sounding loud in the eerily quiet house.

  Noah’s deep voice could be heard, his light chuckle making her tummy flutter. She loved the sound of his voice. It comforted her and aroused her all at once. The smell of cigars seeped through the deep cherry wood doors of the den.

  After their long naps, they agreed that their bottoms were better but not comfortable by any means. Daisy had convinced Mary that hiding up in their room didn’t make any sense. They’d simply come up to find them after a while anyway. Might as well see what their intentions were.

  When they approached the door, Daisy nodded at Mary before knocking hesitantly on the door.

  “Come in!” Noah’s cheerful voice called to them. She pushed the door open and cautiously entered, Mary close on her heels.

  “There she is!” Noah stood and Daisy melted, dashing into his embrace. She heard Mark say something and glancing to the side, she saw Mary rush into his arms as well.

  Each of the men sat on their own couch facing each other with a table in between that had a tray of cheese and bread. Nearby was a carafe of liquor and a fancy wooden box of cigars.

  Noah patted an area next to him on the couch. “Come sit down, my pet. How did you sleep?” />
  “Good. I must’ve been tired.” She looked over at Mary, not really sure where this was going.

  Noah rubbed her back through her chemise. “Good. Mark and I were talking and we’ve come up with the rest of your punishment.” He paused, giving Mark a wolfen grin. “We’ll be adding a few elements to your punishment this evening. Then they’re going to eat dinner with us and spend the night in our guest room. You two will get to spend all the time you want together until they leave tomorrow after breakfast. Isn’t that nice?”

  “Yes, very.” Daisy said uncomfortably. She wondered where in the name of hell this situation was going.

  “Remember that Mark brought their ‘brown box’ to the house?” Daisy looked over at Mary who suddenly dropped her gaze, staring at her feet.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Their brown box is like ours. It has rectal dilators in it. That’s where I learned about butt plugs and pony play.”

  What? Come again? So, this is Mark’s fault!

  Daisy stared, shocked, at Noah, her mouth dropping open. She glanced at Mary whose cheeks had become as red as her bottom. The woman nodded grimly at Daisy.

  “My Lord, you two aren’t kidding, are you?” Daisy glared at Mark. “So you taught my husband to do all of this too?”

  “My pet, I’d fix your tone — quickly — if I were you. You have two men here who love to spank their women. Do you think making them angry is a smart move?” Noah raised his eyebrows at her.

  The depth of stupidity in antagonizing suddenly dawned on her, and she swallowed, shaking her head. She shot a hasty apology in Mark’s direction. “Sorry, Mark.”

  “It’s okay, darlin’. I suppose knowing I’m his mentor hasn’t made it any easier for you to like me. But I promise you, I’m a real nice guy.” He smiled at her charmingly, his eyes twinkling. He probably was a very nice guy. But it would take some time for her to trust him at this point.

  Mark spoke to each women in turn. “We’ve decided that since you both misbehaved together, both lied together — and since we punished you both the same for lying — that we’d do your punishment together tonight. So you’ll both have plugs inserted and since you’re both wearing split drawers, the tails will stick out nicely.”

  Both women gasped. How could they possibly think this made sense? How? The humiliation of wearing a tail had been difficult enough in front of her husband. Now, they were expected to do that in front of a female friend and her husband?

  “You’ve obviously lost your mind, Noah. If you think I’m going to wear my tail in front of these people, you’re an idiot!” Daisy rose, set to stomp out of the room when a hand, strong as iron clamped around her arm, Noah yanking her back, even as his fingers worked at her drawers.

  Oh no.

  He bent her over his arm and walloped her bottom several times reigniting the fading burn in her bottom. She screeched and danced on her toes, trying to pull away, but to no avail. As soon as he stood her back up, she grabbed her ass through the slit the heat of her drawers, the heat of her skin surprising her.

  “You will not speak to me in that manner and you will not call me an idiot again, at least not without serious consequences. Sit your ass down. Now!” Daisy scurried to the couch and sat down, heart pounding in her chest. She wiggled around, trying to sit without aggravating her backside any further. She’d never seen him this angry before. She wouldn’t call him a name again. Ever.

  Noah stayed standing with his hands on his hips, fixing both the women with a glare. “We won’t have you misbehaving today — at all. Soon, you’ll both be bent over our leg with a plug inserted. You’ll walk around the rest of the day with the reminder of your lies every time you move and sit. Your tail will remind you of your transgressions.” He glared at them, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenching, obviously watching for any misbehavior or attitude. Seeing none, he continued. “Maybe someday, when you’re both behaving and pleasant, we’ll play together. We can have our pets rewarded for their good behavior. Being our pony girls can be nice. So far Daisy, you’ve only had it during punishment — because I can’t get you to behave long enough to be rewarded. But it doesn’t always have to be that way.”

  Noah addressed Mary then. “You enjoy being Master Mark’s pet. Don’t you, sweetie?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She batted her eyelashes, looking toward Mark and smiling. She looked over at Daisy. “You’ll see it can be nice too. I like it — there’s a lot of cuddling and affection. I like being a pet, brushed and stroked and, of course, the tail is nice when you’re a good girl. You’ll see.”

  Daisy wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she liked it even during punishment. She had no doubt that she’d enjoy it when it was for fun or reward. She liked the feel of the plug in her bottom. It excited her even when he cropped her while her tail was in. Somehow, it only elevated her arousal. Her orgasms were heightened when she was Master Noah’s pet. Her clit throbbed just hearing him call her ‘my pet,’ so she had no doubt that she’d enjoy it when she wasn’t punished.

  She looked nervously at Noah when he placed the brown boxes on the table and seated himself to the left of her. “C’mon pet, time for your tail.” He pulled her over his left leg until she was bent in half, her bottom and little hole exposed completely. Hoping Noah wouldn’t notice, she glanced out of the corner of her eye to see Mary being put into the same position.

  God, could this get any worse?

  She really didn’t think it could.

  He worked the oil and his fingers into her anus, pushing and prodding until she couldn’t help but moan with a confused mix of excitement and uncomfortable pressure. It was a mix of feelings all wrapped up with such a heightened arousal that her scent floated on the air to her nostrils. She did her best to concentrate on the pattern in the Oriental rug on the floor. It seemed easier to count the petals on the flowers than to think of how she probably looked to Mary. Because when she peeked at Mary, it looked so humiliating to have a man’s fingers in a woman’s most private opening — and then to see their tails on the table waiting for entry, making it even worse.

  But just looking at the tail made her clit throb and she felt her anus contract around Noah’s thrusting digits in excitement. Her body now saw the tail as a sign of sex and arousal. Lord, it warmed a part of her and yet mortified her to no end. But she liked being his “pony girl.”

  “Okay, girl, let’s give you your tail.” He pushed the cold metal against the tight ring of muscles, twisting and pressing. She felt the plug slide in slowly while she pushed out to help the insertion. It felt bigger today — had it been that long since she’d been plugged? She expelled the breath she’d been holding, and slowly inhaled, feeling the fullness in her dark channel.

  It must have been near the end, because she moaned as he twisted, pushing harder to get it in. “It’s almost in, girl. Exhale your breath and push.” He pushed once more, and with a moan, it finally seated fully within her.

  Thank, God.

  It always felt like such relief to have the muscles close on the neck of the dilator. That is until she moved.

  The plug moving inside her made her clit pulse, and she rubbed herself on his hard, muscular thigh hoping he’d touch her — just enough.

  Please, Dear Lord, let him touch me just enough that I can have my release.

  She lifted her hips in invitation.

  “Looks like my pet needs release. Too bad you’ve been a bad girl. We’ll see about that later, if you’ve been a good girl.” He patted her sore ass, helping her to stand.

  She gasped as the plug moved within her, and she stood still, waiting for her body to adjust to the new position. She felt eyes on her and looked up to see Mary biting her lip, fists clenched at her side, her eyes huge.

  Mark slapped Mary’s bottom hard, her brown tail swishing with the swat. She went up on her tiptoes and then bent her knees to relieve the pain from clenching around the plug. Daisy knew that feeling, not that it helped. But it seemed to make sense every time she’d b
een swatted with a plug in. Mary’s cheeks reddened when she realized the level of exposure her position had given them and tried to stand up gracefully, giving a small smile to everyone as if nothing had happened.

  “How about you ladies go get us some dinner and maybe some nice lemonade?” Noah winked at Daisy. He knew he had pushed her limits, knew that she wouldn’t be far from losing her patience. She fought it, not wanting to suffer through any more humiliation or paddling. His self-assuredness just rankled her at times like these.

  But as a patient woman — sometimes, when it benefited her — Daisy would bide her time. She’d find a way to get back at him. She’d find something that wouldn’t get her paddled, but would let him know that she held some control in this relationship.

  That was for another time though, so she pasted a sweet smile on her face. “Of course, Master Noah. I’ll be back with the drinks and then Miss Mary and I will make a lovely dinner for both of you.”

  With as much grace and flair as she could muster, she stalked out of the room with her raven tail brushing against her thighs.

  * * *

  After the women left the room, Noah whistled and looked at Mark. “You know we’re going to catch hell at some point for doing this, no?”

  Mark laughed and said, “Well, they can try, I suppose. But in my house, if Mary tries to withhold sex or retaliate, she gets the wooden spoon. What you do is totally up to you, but don’t give her an inch. Your woman looks like she’d give you a run for your money.” Mark had a good belly laugh at Noah’s expense.

  “No shit. I’m telling you she’s pretty to look at and dainty as can be, but the fire and spirit in that woman is enough for three men. I swear she has an ass of stone. I literally have to paddle her daily to keep her out of trouble. That’s what happened with the horses. I knew I should have paddled her — I’d forgotten. That’ll teach me. She gets paddled every morning now, until I’m sure she can stay out of trouble for more than four hours.”