Taming Texanna

by Alyssa Bailey

  “Spread your legs, honey.” When it seemed like she was not going to comply, “I’ll spank them open and then swat the opening.” She slid her legs open quickly with a groan still hiccupping her diminished crying.

  Colton ran his roughened hands over Texanna’s bottom, sporting raised handprints left by his spanking, outlining the finger marks, kissing her buttocks, and then scraping his nails over her skin. He was listening carefully to see if the tune changed from a woman on the receiving end of a spanking from her man to a wife on the receiving end of loving from her husband. Even though he knew it might not go well if he continued to treat her discipline with reward, he needed it as much as she did.

  Her moans told him when the change happened. He rubbed and slapped lightly, for a few more minutes before running his fingers through her honeycomb. And just like a honeycomb, there was plenty of goodness trickling out. He swept through the channel of honey and found the clit where he shared the sweetness before he teased and taunted the little-slickened peak.

  He repositioned them so her legs were on the bed fully, but still straddling his lap.“Raise up on your knees with your legs still spread.” When she had reluctantly done it with the encouragement of several inner thigh slaps, he said, “That’s a good girl. Now don’t move.”

  He spanked lightly, and then harder, creating an inconsistent beat on her bottom while he attempted to build an ache in her core. He then spread the honey north to her little brown rosette, lubricating it and his finger well. Texanna was lost in sensation. She lifted her bottom to him by subconsciously arching her back, He took advantage of her position by placing his coated finger at the entrance of her similarly painted back door.

  “No, Colton, that’s not right.” The slight panic was evident when she realized his plan.

  “Shh, baby, remember, we can do anything together in our bedroom, in our marriage. Just let me love you some.”

  ***

  She was going to lose her mind. She felt a heat flush her body as he continued to woo her bottom hole. The desire in her very being expanded. How could this feel so good when it was so wrong? Maybe he knew what he was saying, after all, he knew so much more than she did about all of this. Anna ached something awful in her tummy and when she felt the pressure behind, she tried to relax but it was hard when the natural response said, intruder, keep out.

  Colton rubbed and kissed her bottom, lapping with his tongue the very place she was trying to keep him out of to no avail. Colton was relentless. His hot breath bathed her delicate parts soothingly. His ministrations took her to a calm, floating place that, without thought, relaxed her love cheeks. She felt him press his advantage, pushing his digit further, expanding on the achingly glorious pressure turning it into more ache than good. She groaned a little before his finger breached her bottom, slapping the side of her rear diverting her attention from her breached hole to her insulted hip. She was rocking without thought back onto his finger that had boldly become two.

  “Oh, oh Colton, that feels so, so, good but it hurts some,” she chanted in her arousal.

  Her scent was strong, and Anna could feel the hard poking of her husband’s manhood against her thigh.

  “Hold on, Anna, hold on.” Colton began to move his thumb over her clit, and his large fingers pumped in and out of her brown opening, accompanied by the occasional slaps to her now fiery ass.

  “You are cherry assed red, darlin’. You’re glowing, sweetheart. Hold on a little longer. I have to move.” She heard his breath come heavy as he shifted her to the side and she serenaded him with her moans and squeals, swift intakes of breath and guttural groans. She surrounded him with her music as he removed his hands to make room for his eager cock to slide in, increasing the tempo and her ache. Punctuating her sensual overload with hard pounding. He kissed her as her body tensed and grew stiff with her completion. All sound ceased as she detonated like dynamite in a mountain blast. Once the moment of impact was passing, Anna felt Colton join her and the final frenzied blending of desire and physical release took her breath away.

  A few more moments and she shuddered and took a deep cleansing breath. She was fascinated as her husband watched and waited for what she wasn’t sure. Texanna felt wrung out like a dishrag. He drew her in close and they closed their eyes. When next she opened her eyes, Colton was still sleeping. Wanting to give him what he always offered her, she reached between them to take hold of his manhood but he stayed her hand as he woke and figured out her goal.

  “I have chores to get to, sweetheart. We’ll finish this later.”

  “No. Please let me give to you.” She ran her hand up and down his hardening shaft, licking her lips as she pleaded with him.” Ignoring his staying hand, she leaned in and kissed his chest, salty from his dried sweat and she licked his nipple. Pleased to have heard his groan of desire, she continued, feeling the stickiness from their joining, relubricating from new arousal. She licked teasingly down his hard, flat belly to his angular hips. She followed the contours of his muscles and the ridges of his ribs. Up and down, in and out she sucked and kissed, licked and blew hot breath over his member.

  She thrilled as his muscles tightened more, his belly quivered and his manhood stiffened and jumped nervously. Erotic excitement filled Texanna as she glowed with the power she experienced giving her husband pleasure. She slid down to settle between his legs. A moment of concern about the rightness of this act crossed her mind but she recalled her loving husband reminding her that whatever they chose to do in their bed was acceptable. She chose to do this and he did not oppose it so they were doing right.

  Running her tongue flat and wide over his member was tantalizing and exciting her beyond her belief. She took him in her mouth, first the soft spongy mushroom shaped top, leaking its desire over the head of his rod. She licked the pungent, salty flow and took more of his cock into her hot moist mouth.

  “Mmm,” she hummed over his cock and allowed the vibrations to rumble throughout. Slowly and methodically she coated his cock with her saliva, moving up and down drawing his cock deeper and deeper. His little groans became stronger and stronger until he reached down and tangled his hands in her hair, controlling the now insistent plunging of his cock until it could go no further on each plunge and her gagging shortened his thrusts.

  Reaching to massage his balls within his sac, she felt her heat rise and her need become more urgent as his thrusts became more insistent. Thought was gone, nothing but the animalistic instinct of completion driving the movements. Suddenly, he stilled and then drove insistent and hard, his movements taking on a frantic passion. She was desperate to find her own completion, heat rising to unbearable levels. Then Colton tried to pull out, and Texanna, not understanding tried to resist.

  “No, baby, let go.” He pulled out, swiftly rolled out of bed to stand behind her and entered smoothly and without slowing. He quickly pounded his release. He reached under her and flicked her clit twice. They met in a passion filled paradise.

  Satiated, he crawled in the bed on his side bringing her up with him to cuddle tightly as she slid back into relaxed slumber.

  When they woke again, the sun was beginning to slide low in the afternoon sky. The watercolor fanning of the setting sun painted a brilliant display of blues, and pinks striped with streaks of purple and burnished orange. Colton reached over and kissed Anna.

  “Time to get up, sweetheart. We have things yet to do.” He teased her awake and kissed her smiling lips again. “Now, I don’t want you to miss the lesson I was trying to teach before your beauty overpowered me. What was the lesson we were reinforcing?” His timbre resonated across her nerves.

  She sat up fully and leaned into her husband and answered in a shaky, hoarse voice that was not yet fully recovered from first her crying and subsequent screeching of release.

  “I cannot run off when things go wrong. I cannot jump to conclusions.”

  “Right. Good girl.” He brought her over to sit astride his lap. “And learn to trust me. And I need
you to stay away from going to town alone for the rest of the week. A cattle drive is forming and they should be gone by Friday.”

  “Oh, that’s no problem. I don’t think I want to repeat the experience anytime soon. Now kiss me,” she demanded boldly.

  Chapter Ten

  The first thing the next morning, Texanna was up and Colton watched her, after his morning chores, as she began nervously to check her hair and her clothing. She even tried to put on some of that face powder she had before Colton spoke.

  “She’s going to love you, honey, even in trousers and a work shirt.” He smiled as he remembered her mode of dress the day she changed his world forever.

  “Like I would even dress like that to meet my mother for the first time. The very idea of meeting one’s mother for practically the first time, in men’s clothing is crazy. You know what they say about first impressions.”

  Colt chuckled. “I sure do, not worth a hill of beans. My lovely wife, your mother, gave birth to you. You could never be less than beautiful to her. Besides, I spoke to her, remember? She is so anxious to meet you. She’s probably the one who should be nervous, the circumstances and all.”

  “Well, you’re probably right. I mean, I stayed put for fifteen years after she left before a big, strong man with big strong arms, scooped me up—”

  “And spanked you,” finished Colton. He had to dodge his bride’s hand coming fast for his shoulder. “Watch it, little girl, this big, strong man may spank again if you aren’t careful.” He swooped down and kissed his wife passionately, excited for her day’s plans.

  They had just finished breakfast when a buggy pulled up.

  “It’s the judge and your ma, honey.”

  “Oh,” said Texanna as she swept past her husband looking toward the wagon that was nearing the house. “Oh, Colton, what is the judge’s name? You only ever called him Judge,” Texanna whispered.

  “Jackson. Judge Andrew Jackson.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Did every mama for thirty years name her son Andy Jackson?”

  “Now you be nice. I am assigned to him and we work well together. Don’t cause him any embarrassment.” Colton was serious.

  Texanna disregarded her husband’s darker look as ridiculous. “I know better than that. Look at my ridiculous name. Now get out here and introduce me,” Texanna instructed as she concentrated on the woman who sat in the now stopped buggy.

  Once outside, Colton assisted Mrs. Miranda Carruthers Grant Jackson from her seat. Texanna noticed that she was walking a bit stiffly. If Texanna wasn’t mistaken, she recognized that walk and wondered if it could be true. If the honorable Judge Andrew Jackson prescribed to the same methods her husband did on getting his meaning across when his wife seemed slow to respond. Texanna walked over to where the judge had released the hand of a woman that looked eerily like Texanna herself, meeting her half way. She wondered how she missed that yesterday.

  Tears were streaming down Texanna’s face as she looked at the woman who stared back and said, “Mama?”

  “Texanna Rae, my beautiful daughter, you’re so like…” there was a hesitation, “my mother. Come here, darling.” Arms were spread wide to receive a now fully crying Texanna. The men left their women, who were oblivious to their presence. The women walked indoors, arm in arm wiping tears and laughing while the men stayed where they were to give them space.

  Texanna introduced the chestnut brown haired woman as her long lost mother. Pia nodded and spoke to her own mother who nodded and clapped her hands. Nada was introduced, as were the children. Then, Miranda and Texanna, after getting a cup of coffee, sat down in the couple’s bedroom. They quickly began to fill in all the blanks that had been left gapingly open for all those years.

  Texanna became serious about an hour into the chat. The conversation had slowed down as all the easy blanks were filled in. She had come to some of the hard questions and the hardest was why Miranda had left. What had happened that she would have to leave her children behind? With growing concern, she watched her mother’s face cloud over with doubt and worry. Miranda reached over and patted her daughter’s hand before taking a deep fortifying breath.

  “Well, your father was never an easy man to live with but I didn’t know that at first. See, I don’t know if you were ever told, but Benjamin isn’t my child. He’s so much older than you are because when I married Horace, it was to take care of them both. Didn’t you wonder why he was six years older than you?” Miranda raised her eyebrow questioningly and Texanna shrugged her shoulders in response. Miranda had begun to wring her hands slightly.

  “Not really. I mean, Ben never said anything, Pa never alluded to anything that would make me wonder. So how did you end up with Pa, anyway?”

  Miranda spoke carefully, looking around as if trying to find the right words somewhere in the bedroom. “Well, I married John Henderson when I was just a slip of a girl. I was seventeen and he was twenty-two.” Her voice had gotten soft. “I loved him at first sight. It took some work on my part, but I was determined to lasso him and I eventually did. We were happy and John already built that little house Horace is in now. The judge showed me where Horace is now and it is the same place I had when my first husband died. Of course, it looks like he has added on some.”

  Miranda looked for confirmation from her daughter. “He did quite a while ago. It was for storage so we could use the whole house for living. So I grew up in the house you had with your first husband. What happened to him?”

  Miranda nodded, reached over to again place her hand briefly on Texanna’s before continuing. “Water rights were beginning to be a big deal and we had such a nice little creek down from the house.” She paused for a moment. “John had gone down that morning to work out a dispute over water rights upstream and was killed in a skirmish right down from our home. There wasn’t really a town there back then. See, I had a house but no income. Horace had income, no house, and a young boy. We needed each other. You came along before our first anniversary.”

  Miranda took a long pause and seemed nervous all of a sudden. “What is it Mir… Mam…? I don’t know whether to call you Miranda or Mama. I think you will hear both from me until I decide what I am most comfortable with. What happened next?”

  Miranda gave a small tight smile and then she said, “ In fact, dear, you were born exactly eight months after we married. I told Horace you were early but you were actually a little late. You see, Texanna, I was already pregnant with you when I married Horace. I think he must have figured it out later when you didn’t look like him or much like me or even any shared traits with Ben. I knew you were the spitting image of John.”

  Miranda rose to look out of the bedroom window.

  Texanna’s voice rose as she jumped to her feet. “What do you mean I was your first husband’s child? Why did no one tell me?”

  “You see, I lost John and married your Pa within a month. You could have been early or late or on time, and no one wanted to speculate, but I knew. We were married and starting a new life so you were Horace’s to the world. I’m not sure he even noticed the time difference. You were not a big baby but fully developed. We were happy enough after you were born but it only lasted until it was obvious that you looked like no one and had a temper like your mama.” Her half smile was forlorn and brought Texanna to sit on the bed with her.

  “See, your pa was abusive to me but he was never anything but good to you and Ben, so when he had smacked me for the last time for my temper or some other transgression he contrived, I knew if I took you, I wouldn’t be able to take care of you. Ben was so loving toward you and I slowly began teaching him the things he didn’t already do for you.” She grinned at her daughter, “Besides, you were so self-sufficient by four, you just needed someone to use the cook stove or, at least, stop you from trying to use it.” Miranda smiled and then sobered.

  “But didn’t you think he would hurt me after you left?” cried Texanna.

  “Oh, darling, of course, I didn’t. He didn’t take
care of you, that was true, but he left you alone. He let Ben do whatever he wanted and Ben was a good young man. I felt you would be safest without me around and best cared for without me.”

  Texanna jumped up and yelled, “Well, you were wrong, weren’t you?”

  Miranda gave a horrified gasp. “Oh, what did he do to you?”

  “Why ask now? You left me with his anger. It was as though it was my fault. Ben protected me, I’m sure of it now, but he was gone when I turned fourteen. He was sure I could hold my own, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to be daddy’s little girl like the other girls were to their pa’s but he hated me. Now that I look back, once my protection was gone, and my body began to mature, he actually hated me. If it weren’t for Colton spanking me…”

  “He what? Colton hurts you? I’ll tell Andrew, that will stop immediately.” Miranda donned the cloak of parental indignation.

  “What? No. Colton is wonderful. He loves me. No one has ever loved me before like he loves me. I would guess just like your husband loves you. Like all husbands should love their wives.”

  “It isn’t as it should be. A man should not hit a woman. It isn’t the way to show love.”

  “He spanks you just like Colton spanks me. Don’t you think I recognize the walk of a woman who had just been chastised over her husband’s knee? Most likely on your way here or just before.”

  “The judge does not hurt me, what are you talking about?”

  Texanna did not want to be angry but she was almost uncontrollably furious. She wanted to forgive her mother but how could she? How could she forgive the woman who left her to survive a man she couldn’t survive herself without leaving? And then she couldn’t even admit that she had a husband who disciplined her? If she couldn’t admit that, even when it was obvious, how could one believe the rest of her story that was not so obvious?