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Now he waited seconds between each lash.Whap!He paused, still holding her tightly, noting that now her legs didn’t kick quite so hard and her voice was growing hoarse from screaming at him.
“Say, ‘I’m sorry, Daddy.’”
“Go to hell!”
Whap!Another scream echoed in the woods. He waited again before he repeated his request but again, she refused. Now he waited even longer. Maybe not knowing when the next swat would fall would break her resolve. As he whipped her again, she was silent, this time only flinching as the lash landed. “I’ve got all day, little lady,” he said. “And we’re not goin’ anywhere until you obey.”
Again, the lash fell. She refused to submit. Still holding her under his arm, he dropped the strap. This would not do. He would have to bare her after all.
She put up another fuss as he lifted her chemise, revealing thin cotton undergarments that easily dropped open when he released the drawstring. Her bottom was as red as a ripe strawberry, the bare skin hot to the touch when he placed his large hand against her. His cock hardened beneath her as he ran his hand over her naked skin. She winced and squirmed at the intimate touch, and it took all his self-control not to touch more than he’d planned. Though seeing her restrained over his knee and resisting him made his cock bulge in his pants, now was not the time to take her.
Cole lifted his palm and brought it down on her reddened backside so hard, finger-shaped welts rose on her naked skin. He spanked her thighs, first one and then the other, curving his hand expertly so that she winced with each blow.
“Are you goin’ to obey, Miss Aida?”
She shook her head, but didn’t speak this time, as he administered another half a dozen swats. The sound of his hand on her bare skin rang in the stillness, but still she would not obey.
“All you have to do is say, ‘I’m sorry, Daddy.’”
She shook her head again. Keeping a steady tempo, he spanked her until finally, she bent at the waist, the resistance going out of her.
“I’m sorry!” she moaned, her voice near desperate. “Please, stop! I can’t take anymore!”
He delivered another crisp swat, the slap of his palm on her naked skin echoing around them. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked.
He heard a half sob escape from her mouth. He paused, and when she didn’t speak, he delivered another serious swat. “What do you say, young lady?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!”
He closed his eyes, his cock so hard it was painful, as he immediately stopped her spanking. He’d told her he’d spank her until she obeyed, and she’d obeyed. Running his large hand over her scorching hot bottom, he praised her now, though it sounded condescending even to his own ears.
“Very good. Good girl,” he crooned. She was so beautiful.
She was crying freely, and he was overcome with the strong desire to hold her in his arms. But no. That would not do. He had to reinforce the lesson he’d just given her.
“Are you going to behave yourself now, or is Daddy going to have to take you over his knee again?”
She sniffled, staring at the ground. “I’ll behave.”
“Try that again. One more chance before I pick up the strap and start over.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
He nodded, grinning wickedly. “Very good,” he said. With his free hand, he righted her drawers and pulled down her chemise. He stood, still holding her elbow in his hand.
“Pick up the strap, Aida,” he ordered. She frowned but obeyed as she bent and lifted the strap, handing it to him.
“Oh, no, I don’t want you to hand it to me,” he said. “You carry it. And when we get back to camp, you’ll fix it back up near my saddle, so it’s right nearby when you and I ride together later.”
She hung her head and held the strap in her hand, as he took her free hand and walked her back to the wagon. She hated him, no doubt. But at least now she would obey.
Chapter Three
Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here. ? Marianne Williamson
Aida hated the jostling atop the horse, every bounce and shift causing her backside to ache. She sat in front of Cole, his arms around her as he held the reins. In any other circumstance, she might feel he was protecting her but now, she knew he sat behind her so he could watch her every move. She tried to take stock of what the men had tied to their horses, but what they carried was minimal and well-hidden, clearly so they’d be ready to gallop at a moment’s notice. She noted various bundles and tins that looked like beans, cornmeal, and dried bacon, tin cups strung together for water and a handful of eating utensils. Her stomach growled, though she wouldn’t admit she was hungry even if Cole whipped her again. He would not get any sign of weakness from her.
She saw the menacing strip of leather curled up and dangling from beneath his blanket, and she shuddered, squirming as her aching backside met the hard saddle. She took pride in her comely figure and delicate skin, and wondered if the brute had left any marks. No doubt he’d welted and bruised her with the whipping he’d given her. Glaring, Aida pulled her legs up closer together. Despite the cowboy’s rough demeanor, she had a vague recollection of him positioning her just so on the saddle. No doubt his aim had been to keep her alive on the journey so he could deliver her to wherever they were going, and he’d had no intent on actually beinggentle.
