He murmured in her ear, “Time to go home, honey.”
Anna nodded her head. She was assisted up by Colt. He brought her up physically with him off the sofa, placing her feet on the floor. Texanna was worried what going home would mean to her already jittery bottom. Standing, she looked up into her husband’s strong face and knew that he intended to handle everything. He would take care of all of her worry, her confusion, and keep her safe. She knew if he took care of it, it would be taken care of. Regardless of whether it was those men by the creek, the man who had raised her or her behavior, Colt would handle it completely. Her bottom muscles contracted again and her sex wept.
“Colt?” her eyes finished her question but he shook his head at her.
“Not now,” he admonished. Grabbing her hand, he brought her to his side to start toward the door but that crazy woman that moronically seemed to have moved into Texanna’s head and taken her sense away opened her mouth.
“But are you going to spa—”
Colton looked at her as though she had lost her mind just as Texanna had thought the same thing about herself. He leaned down one more time but his words had a distinct bite to them.
“One more word and we will discuss it here and at home. Just one more word; is that what you want?” Colt raised up just enough to be able to look her in the eye. Texanna could see a full description of what that discussion would entail written on his continence.
Texanna whispered a vehement, “No, sir,” punctuated by a quick shake of her head.
He nodded again, raised his head to say their goodbyes and after taking their coats from Mandy, kissed her mother’s cheek. He shook hands with the men of the house, grabbed Mandy and kissed her soundly on the cheek before landing one solid smack to her bottom.
“Ow!” she yelped quickly rubbing the sting away. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I know you have earned it, and if by some great chance you haven’t, then it’s a deterrent for the next time you want to do something that earns it.” Colt grinned and led Texanna out the door.
***
Colt was going to stop and check to see if her pa had been picked up. Check to see Grant in the jailhouse but figured tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with things like that. He had not gotten to show his Texanna the posters and decided to take them home because now the whole house would need to know what these men looked like if it were the Adder gang. If not, Colt would have to figure out who it was that had threatened his wife and what they would be after. Even without his bride looking at the posters, the more he thought about it, the fewer doubts he had that it was the Adder gang. His gut was clenching at the thought.
The Adder gang was a known entity. They wanted money. Didn’t matter whose money; stagecoach money, bank money, cattle money, payroll of any kind, that was their target every strike. In some ways, he hoped it wasn’t the Adder gang because he cringed to think that any of that filthy group even laid eyes on Texanna let alone having her identified to them. She would never be safe as long as they were alive.
Colt knew his Texanna was sweating her arrival home and so did not pick up the pace as he normally did, and he was in no hurry to get home yet. He needed to figure out what he was going to do to keep her safe if she did not heed his words. He wondered if she really knew why she defied him today so blatantly. He knew she did not like spankings. Trouble might be that he had often followed a spanking with making love to her.
Maybe she was equating getting the spanking with making love, or receiving love and he needed her to see it as punishment when it was and loving when it was that. He could comfort her; reassure her that he loved her, without making love to her. While they might both be aching, he didn’t want to continue mixing sex with punishment. He needed to have a hard talk and an even harsher session on her bottom cheeks with the aid of his new backside toy. Texanna needed to know how much danger she actually had put herself in and harsh discipline would keep her in the right frame of mind.
Silence hovered around the McFaddens until they arrived at the homestead. Colton said very firmly, “Texanna let’s get you down. I’ll take care of the horses while you take care of getting water and using the necessary because we are having a talk. Go inside and let them know that I will do the chores, not to come out and disturb us. That will stop anyone from coming out here while we work on this issue between us.”
Texanna started to say something but the look of frustration, the tipping back of his hat and the swat on her behind sent her the powerful nonverbal incentive to do as he said. As she returned, having taken her time doing what she was instructed to do, Colton was just finishing up with the second horse. He looked up and beckoned her to come all the way inside the barn to where he was. He sensed her hesitation and he hid his smile. Clearing off one side of the tack table, and reaching down, he washed his hands in the water bucket set aside for just that purpose.
Texanna sat on the bale next to where he indicated and Colton sat next to her. He could see she was nervous. That was good because he had been worried the whole time he was working this afternoon. His gut had been uneasy about his woman’s safety then finally it was shouting its worry. If the men working with him had not been ready to finish the day, he would have called it.
Colton took a moment to look at his wife with a gentle smile as he reached up to tame an errant curl behind her ear before settling his hand on her thigh. “Looks like we have some communication problems that I think we had better clear up right now, don’t you, Texanna Rae?”
“I guess.” Colt looked at her hands worrying her skirt something awful. She was unnaturally quiet and had none of her defiances now. Good, he hoped it meant that she was beginning to understand the gravity of her choices and not just dreading her punishment.
Suddenly restless, Colton stood and walked. “Well then, let’s talk.” As he reviewed the issues as he saw them, his strides went from casual to almost determined but his matter of fact tone belied any real irritation.
Colton waited for her nod before reviewing her behavior.
“Today, you went out without another adult with you to escort Walker to call us to the meal. Then you stayed to gather eggs instead of coming in. I don’t think the gathering eggs would have been a big deal if you had done so earlier and not gone along the road to where we were working. When you didn’t get what you wanted in reaction from me, and I can only guess that is what set you off, you went to town. Alone.” Colt stopped to stare at the bowed head of Texanna. “Look at me and tell me if I am right so far.”
She nodded her head but took a moment to raise it to meet his gaze. There was a hitch in her breathing. She understood something. Whether it was the severity of her behavior or the severity of its punishment, he still wasn’t sure.
“Then, you wandered alone in town instead of staying at the Josephs’ to wait on Mandy or a solution to your problem. I had already told you the reasons I had for you not going into town this week, not to mention wandering the streets in town alone.”
His look was hard for a moment while he thought before continuing. He rubbed his hands on his pants, knowing he was not going to be able to rub the spanking itch out of them. He sat down and pulled her over his lap quickly. He felt her stiffen and then accept the position. He patted his approval and began to untie her drawers.
“Then you didn’t think you should tell anyone where you were going before tromping down to the creek.” As Colton discussed the infractions, he was lining up his justifications so he had no problems wearing out her little bottom. His hand landed solidly and uniformly but not too heavily on her rear cheeks beginning to rosy them up.
“Do you have anything to say to me about this?” Smack, smack, smack. Change cheeks, repeat. He knew she hated when he slapped the same spot more than twice because the sting was intense. It was just what he wanted to warm up.
Her discomfort was obvious but she answered in a clear voice. “No. I don’t know why I did it.”
“Oh, yes you do and I a
m sure you don’t want to admit it but you are not going to slide out of the full ownership of this day.” Another round of threes on each cheek had her tensing in anticipation of the next swat. “I can feel your emotions and I’ve often told you how it seems as though I can just know your thoughts. I know you have trouble trusting that I am deeply in love with you.” He spanked her firmly in the same pattern of three.
Texanna turned her head toward her husband and seemed mortified and even disbelieving of his words.
“I know you love me, Colton. I… I just am not sure if I understand it.” Her words were hesitant and yet boldly honest.
“I understand, sweetheart. It is hard for you to believe that I love you with the type of love that will be here until we go on to glory and beyond. Therefore, you felt justified in testing me. When I didn’t do as you expected, you seemed to decide that meant you needed to bolt.”
His hand, that had been methodically tattooing her bottom in military precision, changed its beat to consistent slaps over her whole spanking terrain. Her distress was more audible and her breathing was increasing. “And before you say you didn’t know the motivation, you knew it was disobeying me.” He slapped her upper thighs then shifted her to expose her tender sit spots.
“Finally,” punctuating his words now with spanks, “when you got absolutely nothing from me, no response, you took it to be a confirmation of my lack of love or staying power because I didn’t immediately back up what I had said.” The slaps were back to the three in one spot. Texanna was leaking tears now without restraint. Her previous training of not throwing her hands back prevented her covering her bottom but not from twisting some to get away from the torment raining on it.
“I didn’t take you in hand right after this morning’s defiance. That was a mistake. I will not make that mistake again. And if you know what is good for you, neither will you.”
He stopped to rub her cherry red bottom. He soothed her hot nates as he continued. “I will respond to your cries for attention or reassurances with whatever means are best at the time; a spanking, a hug, or more.” He leaned down to kiss her red hot cheeks and then pulled up in chastisement. He could not confuse the punishment with the physical loving.
As he soothed her bottom, she became more in control of her crying. “I know you love me. I just need to be shown. It’s hard for me to think you will be with me forever. No one has been with me forever.” Several sobs released their energy before she could continue. “I still think you could leave even if I say I trust you. It is because I trust that you believe you won’t abandon me, but it could still happen.”
He had moved to soothing the small of her back as she spoke. He continued. “Well, I am going to show you today that this is how it will always be. From now on, I am not going to try to analyze why you run away. I will discipline first, figure it out later.” He stood her up to stand between his legs. Reaching up, he wiped her tears gently before saying, “Save your tears for your final payment dear.” He watched the love of his life wipe at her tears, trying to dry them up.
“Now, you know you’re getting a spanking, right?”
She looked at her husband incredulously. “You already spanked me.”
“No,” he shook his head, “I warmed you up.”
Texanna’s head snapped up and she said, “Again? Why do you always have to ask me that? Yes, all right, I knew you were going to spank me and now I know you are going to do it, again,” she blustered.
Colton raised his eyebrows at the sassiness of his woman in the face of some substantial penalties. “Sure you want to speak to me like that right now?”
“No.” She sighed, chastised and repentant. “I’m sorry.”
He nodded as he saw her sink her head low, her hands having picked up the worrying of her skirt again. He placed his hand on hers, bringing the antsy fingers to his lips before replacing them at her sides and moving her two steps back. Then he slapped his hands on his legs and his behavior was all business now. He stood up and moved her to the side of where she had been over his lap.
Colton strode over to the strap he had hanging on the tack wall. He’d placed it on the table but since she had not raised her head, he didn’t know if she saw it. Next, he gathered the new wooden plug he had finished carving and varnishing this week for the next size up in his training of her brown rosette that he adored so much. Colt knew she loved the play at her back door but with its addition and no sanguinities of sexual satisfaction would make this the punishment he intended it to be. Next, Colt reached over into his carving toolbox and pulled out a lovely, well-varnished and carved paddle that he had also newly made especially for such occasions. It was shaped a bit like the larger canoe paddles he carved when he needed winter entertainment.
“Texanna Rae McFadden, you have been very disobedient and I am not going to have you breaking my rules because you are mad at me and don’t know how to discuss your feelings with your husband. I am going to finish my discussion talking to your bottom. Now kick off your drawers and toss your skirt up then lay across the bale.”
She stood watching him, not leaning over as instructed. He reached over and grabbed a leather cord he had at the ready. He reached for her hands and after a moment of wide-eyed processing, mouth gaping open, Texanna gave her hands to him. She watched as he secured them together, laid her over the bale and placed her hands over her head so that she did not get them in the way. He tossed her skirts up and smiled as he saw her rub her inner thighs together like a praying mantis. Colt was sure she was praying, as well as rubbing the ache. Her bared pink bottom was on display and he had to remember the reason she needed this spanking, not what he wanted to do with her cheeks once again on display. God, he loved this woman.
“Do I need to secure your legs or can you stay where I have you?” He used a gruff tone to prepare both of them for this heaviest of spankings to date.
Trembling words answered, “Will I need it?”
Her tenuous voice was almost his undoing but he said more tenderly, “No, honey, I don’t think so. Now no talking while you are paying for your transgressions today. You have earned every bit of this.”
She nodded her head, took a deep cleansing breath, and then let it out. Colton took that as his cue. “I am starting with my hand.”
The spanking began again slowly. His hand landed solidly on her bottom for one, two, three slaps. He didn’t worry about the chill in the air because she would be pretty fired up soon. Texanna had done really well with the hand spanking earlier and now, with these three swats, she went up on her toes and whimpered but she wasn’t trying to stand up or move.
“I’m proud of you, baby. Now I think the warm up and these last ones take care of this morning’s disobedience. Next, we are going to take care of riding into town without me or letting anyone know. That is two acts of defiance and this is two acts of punishment.”
Colton went to gather the wooden plug and the grease.
“This is because of the pain it causes my heart when you don’t take me at my word and you disobey me.”
Colt lightly coated the very tip of the toy as he chastised, laying it on his handkerchief next to Texanna so she would be able to see it if she looked. He saw her glance over but to her credit, other than taking a few shaky breaths, said nothing. He was proud of her.
“And then if you add to that, my seeing gift of the spirit eye. It makes me restless if you are doing something dangerous.”
Colt then reached down to coat her bottom hole with her own juices he knew would be waiting for him. His little wood sprite was becoming aroused even if she was also repentant. He ran his finger around and then in her little rosette to her loud intake of breath.
When he didn’t hear her exhale, he instructed her, “Breathe, baby.” She did.
He continued as he began to seat the plug. “Or like today when you were in danger, because I feel so in tune with you, I am distracted or worry often.”
The deeper in love he fell, the more connected he f
ound himself. Unfortunately, with Texanna as his wife, it could make for a stressful day. He hoped he would be able to come to a place of familiarity and better discernment of the feelings he got. Colton expected, as his Kaku had instructed him, that he would be able to know if it was a danger that niggled at his insides. He hoped he would soon be able to tell if his gut was rolling over real danger or his wife's naughtiness.
He played a bit longer and then slowly but persistently pushed the plug into the brown flower’s center only to pull it out of that tight opening. Texanna screeched. Colton continued to talk as he pulled it in and out of her tight opening. He pushed in, “I am almost in pain with the fear of you coming to harm.”
He pulled it out. He lectured as he repeated the in and out motion several more times, emphasizing the pain of the fear of losing her. He pushed further and further into her bottom hole. He took his time, enjoying the heat from her scorched ass. He didn't want to hurt her, just teach her that he was not going to put up with the behavior of today. He knew it was a bit painful at its broadest section, and he held it there purposely for that reason.
“Ow, ow, ow. Colton, please it hurts.”
“You need to understand that blatant disobedience calls for painfully brazen punishment. And I want you to remember that you cause pain when you are reckless.”
“Push out, Texanna.” Once fully ensconced, Colt spanked the area right over the plug several times. His little hellion whined, clueing him to continue with the second part of her punishment.
“That was for the deception and sneaking off. This is for going where I said you should not go without an excellent reason to disobey me.”
Colt unbuckled his belt, creating as much sound as he could to raise her anxiety a bit and then had it swish with a flourish as he pulled it from the loops of his pants. She whimpered at the sound and he knew that was part of the punishment. He assessed his playing field and took a swing. He pulled his strength not intending to do more than punish. He would never use even half of his strength with her because there was no need.
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