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what to do. Lifting a pot, she figured she’d start dinner, but her thoughts kept running back towards Mr. MacDonnell. Was he angry with her?
“Phoebe,” he called across the room.
She raised her head, and realized there were tears running down her cheeks. Why was she crying? She’d never been so emotional before.
“Oh, lassie, come here.”
Before she could protest, he had scooped her up and settled her on his lap in the big chair. She clung to him before she knew what she was doing, pressing her face into his rough shirt and letting her shivering cries overtake her.
She didn’t cry hard, or sob, just let out a few tears as he held her and murmured sweet things.
Her body curled into his without her permission; she felt raw and soft, as if the spanking had stripped all her walls away, and moved her closer to him.
“There you are, wee Phoebe. Let it all out.”
She lifted a tear-stained face to his. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, lass.” He stroked her hair and moved one big thumb to wipe away the track of tears. “I was frightened for you. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“You didn’t scare me,” she said, even as her bottom throbbed.
“Was that the first spanking you’ve had?”
“No. I’ve been beaten before.” Long ago, before she’d run away.
He frowned. “I’ll not beat you, lass. A little correction isn’t meant to break you, just teach you the lesson and give you the chance to cry. You feel better, knowing your punishment is over and you’re forgiven?”
She thought about it. There was no fear or hate inside of her, just a raw vulnerable feeling that spread warmth through her. She felt closer to him somehow. She nodded.
“Good lass. You did well.” Her heart warmed at his praise.
“Calum? If I was older, would you still punish me?”
“Yes. If the behavior warranted. But I like that you’re just a wee Phoebe bird, who I can hold and comfort. I’m here to give you cuddles, every time I put you over my knee.”
She nodded, and scooted off his lap. It felt right.
“I’m sorry I frightened you.”
He stayed seated, and chucked her under the chin. “I know ye are, lassie. You’re forgiven too. That’s the way a spanking works. It wipes the slate clean. Now get on with ye. And no rubbing your backside.” He wagged a mock finger at her.
“Yes, Mr. MacDonnell.”
*
After that first spanking, Phoebe would’ve thought she’d be frightened of Calum. Instead, she felt closer to the large man than ever. She’d never forget how he comforted her. No one had ever done that, not in her entire life. It awoke a desire within her that she didn’t know she had. Instead of shying away from him, his touch was now something she craved.
Before her switch marks faded, Calum slaughtered and butchered the bull, and tore a hole in the fence for her to walk through. Her heart flutters were strongest of all when she walked the new, straight path from her hut to his lodge each morning.
Despite these sweet happenings, the days on the homestead were long and brutal. Winter was coming, and they spent dawn to dusk readying for its arrival. Calum was often gone hunting, returning for dinner. She loved having the hearth warm and food ready for him, even insisting he sit in his chair while she served him by the fire. As often as not, she perched on a chair and chatted away about her day while he ate. She’d never talked so much, but having a silent Scot who seemed to enjoy her company emboldened her. He really was a friend.
But more than a friend. He always walked her home, insisting on it. She wondered if he would spank her if she disobeyed his request and went home on her own. The thought had her almost excited.
Then, one night, she got a chance to find out. The rain had started around noon, and continued through sundown. Phoebe finished banking the fire and making a pot of stew, and there was no sign of Calum. He was probably out hunting, if he didn’t get drowned like a fish.
After
“Phoebe,” he called across the room.
She raised her head, and realized there were tears running down her cheeks. Why was she crying? She’d never been so emotional before.
“Oh, lassie, come here.”
Before she could protest, he had scooped her up and settled her on his lap in the big chair. She clung to him before she knew what she was doing, pressing her face into his rough shirt and letting her shivering cries overtake her.
She didn’t cry hard, or sob, just let out a few tears as he held her and murmured sweet things.
Her body curled into his without her permission; she felt raw and soft, as if the spanking had stripped all her walls away, and moved her closer to him.
“There you are, wee Phoebe. Let it all out.”
She lifted a tear-stained face to his. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, lass.” He stroked her hair and moved one big thumb to wipe away the track of tears. “I was frightened for you. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“You didn’t scare me,” she said, even as her bottom throbbed.
“Was that the first spanking you’ve had?”
“No. I’ve been beaten before.” Long ago, before she’d run away.
He frowned. “I’ll not beat you, lass. A little correction isn’t meant to break you, just teach you the lesson and give you the chance to cry. You feel better, knowing your punishment is over and you’re forgiven?”
She thought about it. There was no fear or hate inside of her, just a raw vulnerable feeling that spread warmth through her. She felt closer to him somehow. She nodded.
“Good lass. You did well.” Her heart warmed at his praise.
“Calum? If I was older, would you still punish me?”
“Yes. If the behavior warranted. But I like that you’re just a wee Phoebe bird, who I can hold and comfort. I’m here to give you cuddles, every time I put you over my knee.”
She nodded, and scooted off his lap. It felt right.
“I’m sorry I frightened you.”
He stayed seated, and chucked her under the chin. “I know ye are, lassie. You’re forgiven too. That’s the way a spanking works. It wipes the slate clean. Now get on with ye. And no rubbing your backside.” He wagged a mock finger at her.
“Yes, Mr. MacDonnell.”
*
After that first spanking, Phoebe would’ve thought she’d be frightened of Calum. Instead, she felt closer to the large man than ever. She’d never forget how he comforted her. No one had ever done that, not in her entire life. It awoke a desire within her that she didn’t know she had. Instead of shying away from him, his touch was now something she craved.
Before her switch marks faded, Calum slaughtered and butchered the bull, and tore a hole in the fence for her to walk through. Her heart flutters were strongest of all when she walked the new, straight path from her hut to his lodge each morning.
Despite these sweet happenings, the days on the homestead were long and brutal. Winter was coming, and they spent dawn to dusk readying for its arrival. Calum was often gone hunting, returning for dinner. She loved having the hearth warm and food ready for him, even insisting he sit in his chair while she served him by the fire. As often as not, she perched on a chair and chatted away about her day while he ate. She’d never talked so much, but having a silent Scot who seemed to enjoy her company emboldened her. He really was a friend.
But more than a friend. He always walked her home, insisting on it. She wondered if he would spank her if she disobeyed his request and went home on her own. The thought had her almost excited.
Then, one night, she got a chance to find out. The rain had started around noon, and continued through sundown. Phoebe finished banking the fire and making a pot of stew, and there was no sign of Calum. He was probably out hunting, if he didn’t get drowned like a fish.
After
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