Page 43 of Rory: His to Discipline

“Yes.”

“Did you bring a lunch?” Nick inquired. “Will you be going out when we get back?”

“No, a cola will be fine. Thanks.”

Getting a little annoyed, Nick was about to insist she let them bring her back something, but Del spoke before he could.

“Ms. O’Malley, it really isn’t good to skip meals. I would feel much better if you would let us .…”

“Winston,” Bridget snapped back, rising from her chair and walking around the desk. Planting her hands on her hips in exasperation, she continued berating him. “Do you think I got this figure eating pop tarts all day? A diet cola is all I require. Now, if that’s too much to ask, then forget it.”

“No, of course it’s not,” Del replied, realizing he had somehow offended her. “But a healthy salad would .…”

Bridget growled and started forward just as Nick shoved Del out the door.

“Soda it is,” Nick called back over his shoulder. Jesus, that girl needed her butt paddled in the worst way, he thought. Not having spent a lot of time with her, he hadn’t realized just how wild she was. A good firm man would take care of that in a hurry.

* * *

Del was quiet all the way to the pub. Nick greeted Patrick with a handshake and Molly with a kiss on the cheek as he introduced Del.

“We’ll have two specials and two beers,” Nick told Molly before making his way to a table in the corner.

After seating themselves, it was only a few minutes before Molly brought their order. While placing it on the table she leaned over Del’s shoulder, gently touching it. Straightening up, she shook her head and laughed before walking away.

“She’s lovely, isn’t she?” Del remarked candidly, watching her walk away, the tingling of little bells following her,

“All that and more,” Nick replied. “Molly’s an exceptional woman,” Nick agreed. He remembered the first time he had taken Molly’s hand and wondered if Del felt it too. “Are you all right?”

“I think so. A little light-headed maybe, must be hungrier than I thought,” Del answered slowly.

Grinning, Nick took a bite of his steak. I wonder why Molly felt the need to read Del, he thought, just before he started to choke. Quickly picking up his beer he took a large swig and stared at the young man across from him as understanding dawned.

“You’re attracted to her,” he accused.

“Who, Molly, I mean Mrs. O’Malley?” Del stammered in shock. “I said she was lovely, but I didn’t mean anything by it,” he insisted.

“Not Molly, Bridget! You’re attracted to Bridget.”

Del thought about his answer carefully, but in the end his truthful nature won out. “Yes, I suppose in some sick, demented way, I am,” he admitted with a grimace.

“Oh, you poor kid,” Nick responded. “She’ll chew you up and spit you out.”

“Yes, I’m beginning to see that,” Del answered, a little insulted to be referred to as a kid. “Just what do you suggest I do about it, old wise one?”

“Sorry,” Nick grinned. “I guess I’m used to being the big brother. I wish I had an answer for you, Del. I love Bridget and I believe at heart she’s a good girl. It’s just that she could be the poster child for Girls Gone Wild. I personally think a few trips over your knee for a bare bottom spanking might benefit her, but not everyone’s cut out for that.”

“Let me get this straight,” Del asked, taking a big gulp of his beer. “Your suggestion is for me to strike her?”

“Yup,” Nick replied, calmly wiping his mouth.

“I have never raised my hand to a woman in my life and I don’t believe I ever could,” Del insisted, clearly shocked to the core.

“Not strike her,” Nick explained. “Spank her. Pull her over your lap, pull down her panties and don’t stop slapping her ass until she is crying and promising to be good, and maybe not even then, depending on the circumstances. My Maggie carries on something fierce and I know for a fact the she’s not learning a thing until she’s sobbing and limp over my knees. A couple of times I fell for that contrite act and she ended up getting another spanking for exactly the same thing in a few days. It’s better to do a good job the first time.”

“Nick, are you implying you spank your wife?”

“I’m not implying anything. I’m telling you that when the need arises I have no problem putting her over my knee. Look, Del, I firmly believe that the husband is the head of the family and I don’t intend to spend the next fifty years arguing that fact with my wife. There isn’t another man on this earth that loves his wife more than I love Maggie. However, I’ve handled enough divorces to know that when there is no clear head of the household, chaos ensues. Everything becomes a fight, a battle and nobody wins. I don’t ambush her or attack her. She knows the rules and she follows them, well we’re working on that,” he said with a slight grin. “I absolutely adore her and I want her to be safe and happy.