The Demure Bride(27)

Amanda felt tears well up in her eyes once more. Rob was still going to  spank her, but at least he wasn't going to use his belt. She should be  grateful for that much, but her poor butt was throbbing and burning  already. The thought of further punishment made her cringe. The only  thing she could do to make it easier on herself was to cooperate, and do  as Rob said... even if it went against the grain. And that was the crux  of the situation, she realized as she tugged off her boots. The blow to  her pride was worse than the pain to her bottom. It was embarrassing  and humiliating to be told to take down her jeans, and now he was asking  her to remove them completely so she could walk around the large  kitchen, searching for something he could use to spank her! It was a  terrible punishment! And, of all the times for her Papa and Goldie to be  gone from the ranch! There wasn't even a hand close by she could appeal  to for help! Whitey would probably offer to help Rob! Was she really  being stubborn by insisting she was old enough to make her own decision?

"You are stalling and taking your sweet time, my dear, and I am almost ready to start adding extras."

"I am not stalling. It is hard to get these boots off!" she argued,  tugging. "They got wet and now they are too tight. I hoped they would  give if I wore them, but I will need new ones," she complained. To her  dismay, Rob stood, holding her in his arms. He then plopped her on the  wooden seat of the chair with no concern for her poor bottom! In seconds  he had her boots on the floor, and her pants on top of them! He took  her arm, pulled her to her feet and gave her a meaningful look. "Okay, I  will find something, but don't expect me to get something that is going  to hurt a lot! I am already hurting something awful, Robert Thorne!"  she told him, pouting for all she was worth.         

     



 

Rob wanted to smile at the picture she made as she slowly walked over to  the cabinet where Goldie kept her cooking utensils, but he refrained.  This matter was serious and he had to impress upon her that this was a  time for obedience. She could prove herself independent after he dealt  with Sir Gregory Flockton. The man was truly evil, and his son had been  just like him. A friend of his sister's, an innocent young girl, was  visiting... and Phillip lured her away from the house and raped her...  after beating her viciously. Rob came upon them, heard Jill's screams,  and pulled Phillip off of her. Phillip reached for the gun he always  carried, and Rob fought with him for control of the weapon. The gun went  off, and Phillip was dead. Jill refused to speak to anyone, and she  remained in her room, staring into space most of the time. Her physical  wounds healed, but the wounds in her mind kept her a prisoner in her  bedroom. Sir Gregory Flockton did his best to have Rob arrested and  tried for murder, but the inquest proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that  Rob was defending himself. A couple of young maids who used to work at  the estate of the Flocktons came forward and told of the abuse they  suffered at the hands of father and son. Sir Gregory Flockton vowed  revenge on Rob, but went away for a while, determined to let the talk  die down. It was reported that the ship he was traveling on was lost at  sea, and Sir Gregory was drowned along with the crew and other  passengers. Rob had no idea how the man survived, but it shouldn't have  surprised him. The man was purely evil, and Rob wasn't about to let him  get close to little Amanda. She was going to stay inside where she would  be safe from the man. If that meant he had to paddle her daily to keep  her too sore to sit her saddle, he would take on the job with a  dedication that would insure she was safe.

"Amanda, you have been looking for nearly five minutes now. There is a  limit to my patience, and I am perilously close to losing my temper. I  expect you to pick up something right now and come over here."

The only thing lying there that looked thin and like it wouldn't hurt as  much as a wooden spoon was a long, smooth, very thin, flat spatula that  Goldie used to smooth icing on a cake. The flat part was attached to a  round wooden handle, and it was about eighteen inches long. It surely  couldn't hurt as much as Rob's hand! She picked up the spatula and  carried it over to him.

"Are you sure about this?" Rob asked her. She obviously thought she was  making it easy on herself, but from the way the blade was carved, it was  going to sting like fire.

"Yes, I am. You said I could pick," she reminded him. She was feeling a  bit smug. From the look on Rob's face she could tell he had his doubts  about the spatula. He probably expected her to pick up one of Goldie's  heavy wooden spoons, but Amanda knew better. She didn't want another  spanking, and she didn't want one that was going to make her so sore she  couldn't sit down at all!

"Very well, Mandy. Since you are positive this is the item you wish to  choose, let's get this spanking started. Come and lie over my lap."





Chapter Twelve





Amanda gave Rob one last pleading look, hoping that he would change his  mind about spanking her, but the look in his dark eyes gave her to know  that he was totally serious and about to run out of patience. Her  backside was already too sore from the previous spankings he'd given her  to risk making him angry and increasing the punishment he had planned.  Bravely, she stepped forward, stopping just out of his reach as he sat  on the kitchen chair. "Rob, I am truly sore and I really do not wish  another spanking. Could you please forgive me?" she asked, her green  eyes full of pleading.

A sheen of tears filled Amanda's lovely green eyes and Rob found himself  wanting to simply open his arms and offer forgiveness. But then his  mind flashed a picture of Jill's battered and bruised body, and he  recalled her cries of pain, and he knew he simply could not risk having  Amanda disobey him in this matter. A good punishment could very well  keep her from losing her life in the worst manner possible. Sir Gregory  Flockton was evil and he would hurt little Mandy for the sheer joy of  making him suffer. "You are forgiven, Amanda, but you will also accept  the punishment you have earned. I am not going to permit you to behave  as you have without giving you a good lesson. Now, lie over my knee so  we can get this paddling started. I do not wish to use my belt and cause  you emotional distress, but if I need to teach you to obey me during a  punishment, I will do whatever it takes. Do you understand me, young  lady?"

Amanda nodded, feeling very small. At least she picked something rather  flimsy from the drawer where Goldie kept her cooking utensils. She used  the very thin wooden spatula to spread frosting over the delicious cakes  she baked. It was the thinnest item in the drawer, and compared to the  heavy wooden spoons with the large bowls, the spatula would not hurt  nearly as much!         

     



 

Rob felt like he had won a long, hard battle of wills when the little  redhead finally complied with his wishes and crawled over his lap. Her  body felt warm and her rounded bottom was quite pretty under the thin  cotton fabric. The drawers weren't a bit fancy, but they suited Amanda,  and Rob's imagination could picture what was underneath the simple  fabric. Once she stopped squirming and was settled, he wrapped his left  arm around her waist, raised the spatula, and gave her the first  stinging swat across her right cheek.

Amanda screamed in pain and did her best to throw herself off Rob's lap.  He simply tightened his hold and she could not move. A second line of  fire crossed her left cheek and she yelped again! "Owwwww! It hurts too  much! Let me pick something else!"

"You picked this, Amanda, telling me it was the thinnest item in the  drawer and that it could not hurt much, and even when I asked if you  were sure, you insisted you were. Now you will accept what you have  chosen." He gave her another hard smack on her sit spots and Amanda  bucked and then burst into tears. He was a bit shocked at the strength  of her reaction, but she had earned a punishment and she was going to  have a punishment to remember the next time she was tempted to leave the  house without permission. If Sir Gregory Flockton were to capture her,  this little spanking would seem like love taps in comparison. He spanked  again and again while Amanda cried out, begging him to stop.

"Stop! Please, Rob! It hurts too much and I cannot stand it!"

"Good. Perhaps you will think the next time you are tempted to defy your  father and me." Rob ignored her cries of pain and set fire to her  rounded cheeks and her upper thighs and the tender area in between.

Amanda was sobbing and begging for mercy a long while before Rob thought  her sufficiently punished. He continued to spank her over and over,  leaving welts on top of welts. Amanda was positive she would never sit  down again, and she prayed for her father to come home and catch Robert  Thorne spanking her! She was sure her Papa would give Rob a piece of his  mind and make him apologize to her! Not that she was ever going to  forgive Rob for spanking her after she begged him to stop! He was being  cruel!