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setting both down harshly in the corner
of the stable.
"Move an inch; I get a buggy
whip," he threatened.
"You are so cruel!" Blair
complained, placing her elbows on her knees and plopping her chin on her
hands. "I hate you."
"Hate me as much as you like. I wired your grandfather. He was in town, so I got an immediate
reply. So here is the plan: Malcolm authorized a wagon to take us to
his place. The blacksmith has one
that he is preparing for us and seeing to getting us supplies for our
trip. We will take Skinwalker with
us, and the local sheriff will see to the return of the other horse to his
owner. We still have another six to
seven weeks to travel, but a wagon will make things much easier."
"I am not getting into a stagecoach
with you."
Sloan grit his teeth, his patience at an
end. "One more word and I am
tipping that barrel. I don't
welcome any lip from you at the moment, got it? You are not that deep into the bottle
that you have no control of your words."
"You … you cock-brained
imbecile!"
Sloan stared at her. "Did you just say what I think you
did?"
Blair slapped her hand over her
mouth. Her eyes widened as he
stripped his wide leather belt from his trousers and flung it over his shoulder
before heading towards the empty water barrels in the corner. He turned one onto its side and shoved a
plank underneath to prevent it from rolling. He turned to the girl and pointed to his
feet.
"Get your backside over here right
this second. What you might not
feel now, you will feel later."
"I'm sorry! Forgive me," Blair beseeched. "It just slipped out. The whiskey ..."
"I have reached the end of my
patience with you. Whiskey or no
whiskey, this has gone on long enough," Sloan declared, walking over to
her as he pushed up his sleeves and then grasped her wrist in his large
hand. Blair did not have the
strength to fight him off and found herself being dragged bodily to the barrel,
where he readily deposited her, tummy first, face down. He pressed his hand against her back as
he lifted the billowing skirts away from her squirming backside. Without hesitation, he parted her
drawers to expose her snowy white bottom.
"No!" Blair cried out, feeling
him lay the doubled leather strap against her protruding mounds.
"I will not have you put yourself in
harm's way again, nor will I allow you to speak to me like that. Not now and not ever," he said
firmly, raising the strap high in the air.
Chapter 5
Blair screamed as the wide, heavy leather
targeted her bare flesh. It burned
like the dickens, and the stabbing pain traveled straight down the backs of her
legs.
"This is something that should have
been done years ago," Sloan stated, striping her again. "Cry as much as you want; I am not
going to stop until you have learned a valuable lesson about safety, manners
and consideration. Your aunt did
you no favors in allowing you to keep your skirts on when you were
punished. Having your skin wet will
also make this strapping a bit more unforgettable for you, as well. How dare you disobey me and put your
life in jeopardy!"
"I'm sorry!!" Blair called out,
fighting not to fall onto her head as she kicked her feet wildly. "I am sorry!"
"Oh, I promise that you certainly
will be one very sorry little girl by the time I am done teaching you this
lesson," Sloan's belt landed a third time, searing into the soft
flesh. "In fact, I plan on making you so tender that you won't
consider picking up another glass of whiskey or talking with strangers again
for a very long time."
"I beg
of you, no more!" Blair sobbed.
"No
more?" The strap landed in a
loud splat across her bright crimson swells, "Your problem is that you
have no recollections of a thick leather strap across your backside to help
shift your rebellious behavior towards proper obedience. After today, this moment that you and I
are spending together will be a permanent part of
of the stable.
"Move an inch; I get a buggy
whip," he threatened.
"You are so cruel!" Blair
complained, placing her elbows on her knees and plopping her chin on her
hands. "I hate you."
"Hate me as much as you like. I wired your grandfather. He was in town, so I got an immediate
reply. So here is the plan: Malcolm authorized a wagon to take us to
his place. The blacksmith has one
that he is preparing for us and seeing to getting us supplies for our
trip. We will take Skinwalker with
us, and the local sheriff will see to the return of the other horse to his
owner. We still have another six to
seven weeks to travel, but a wagon will make things much easier."
"I am not getting into a stagecoach
with you."
Sloan grit his teeth, his patience at an
end. "One more word and I am
tipping that barrel. I don't
welcome any lip from you at the moment, got it? You are not that deep into the bottle
that you have no control of your words."
"You … you cock-brained
imbecile!"
Sloan stared at her. "Did you just say what I think you
did?"
Blair slapped her hand over her
mouth. Her eyes widened as he
stripped his wide leather belt from his trousers and flung it over his shoulder
before heading towards the empty water barrels in the corner. He turned one onto its side and shoved a
plank underneath to prevent it from rolling. He turned to the girl and pointed to his
feet.
"Get your backside over here right
this second. What you might not
feel now, you will feel later."
"I'm sorry! Forgive me," Blair beseeched. "It just slipped out. The whiskey ..."
"I have reached the end of my
patience with you. Whiskey or no
whiskey, this has gone on long enough," Sloan declared, walking over to
her as he pushed up his sleeves and then grasped her wrist in his large
hand. Blair did not have the
strength to fight him off and found herself being dragged bodily to the barrel,
where he readily deposited her, tummy first, face down. He pressed his hand against her back as
he lifted the billowing skirts away from her squirming backside. Without hesitation, he parted her
drawers to expose her snowy white bottom.
"No!" Blair cried out, feeling
him lay the doubled leather strap against her protruding mounds.
"I will not have you put yourself in
harm's way again, nor will I allow you to speak to me like that. Not now and not ever," he said
firmly, raising the strap high in the air.
Chapter 5
Blair screamed as the wide, heavy leather
targeted her bare flesh. It burned
like the dickens, and the stabbing pain traveled straight down the backs of her
legs.
"This is something that should have
been done years ago," Sloan stated, striping her again. "Cry as much as you want; I am not
going to stop until you have learned a valuable lesson about safety, manners
and consideration. Your aunt did
you no favors in allowing you to keep your skirts on when you were
punished. Having your skin wet will
also make this strapping a bit more unforgettable for you, as well. How dare you disobey me and put your
life in jeopardy!"
"I'm sorry!!" Blair called out,
fighting not to fall onto her head as she kicked her feet wildly. "I am sorry!"
"Oh, I promise that you certainly
will be one very sorry little girl by the time I am done teaching you this
lesson," Sloan's belt landed a third time, searing into the soft
flesh. "In fact, I plan on making you so tender that you won't
consider picking up another glass of whiskey or talking with strangers again
for a very long time."
"I beg
of you, no more!" Blair sobbed.
"No
more?" The strap landed in a
loud splat across her bright crimson swells, "Your problem is that you
have no recollections of a thick leather strap across your backside to help
shift your rebellious behavior towards proper obedience. After today, this moment that you and I
are spending together will be a permanent part of
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