Free Rocky Mountain Dawn (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 1) by Lee Savino Page B

again."
    "Yes, sir," she whimpered, squirming. She'd worn her silky drawers this morning, in hopes to stir his blood.
    Now, feeling his anger through his punishing hand, she wondered if she'd pushed him too far.
    A minute passed and his hand didn't let up. Bottom aching, she felt a growing pressure inside her, something she'd kept bottled up far too long. She shifted forward, spreading her legs, and her drawers fell open. He smacked between her legs and she cried out widening her knees.
    Above her, Johnathan drew in a harsh breath and stopped the spanking. His hand rested on her backside and squeezed. She moaned, but the sound heralded more pleasure than pain. Then Johnathan shifted and she came to her knees, staring up at him with a dazed expression.
    "Your punishment is not over," Johnathan growled. "You could've fallen to your death. You deserve a good caning, but since you are still recovering, I will have to improvise." He glowered at her as if daring her to talk back.
    Without a peep, she let him lift her and direct her to the corner.
    "Stand there and think on what you've done."
    Struggling to catch her breath, she pressed her nose to the wall. Her husband's sternness and punishing hand should've cowed her, but she felt excited instead.
    "Hold up your skirts," her husband ordered, and she did so, and a flush stole over her, her body blushing in shame to match her hot red bottom. She knew what he saw: her cheeks red and peeking at him from behind her divided drawers, her hands and nose in place just as he ordered it. Behind her she could hear him moving around, and she wondered what implement of pain he would unearth.
    He must have found something, because in a short time, Johnathan took her in hand and led her to the bed. He helped her strip down to corset and drawers, then positioned her over the bed, face down, her legs straight so her bottom presented a perfect target.
    Johnathan came beside her and laid a hand on her back. His hand started squeezing her cheeks, and Esther folded her arms above her head and buried her face in them.
    "Tell me why you're to receive punishment."
    "I climbed a tree."
    "You disobeyed me to put your life in danger," Johnathan said, kneading her buttocks. "And a few days ago, you left the room without my permission."
    "I only wanted a bath."
    Johnathan's hand started tapping her bottom lightly, little smacks that would warm her skin. "Esther, I love your spirit. I just wish you'd temper it with wisdom."
    Then her spanking started again. It hurt more than Esther remembered it, but not so much that she couldn't keep from squeaking in pain. Other than a few twitches, she kept still and quiet as Johnathan's hand slapped every inch of her heated skin.
    A pause, and then something hard and unyielding smacked her skin. Esther yelped and gripped the quilt to keep her hands from flying back to protect her poor bottom. Glancing back, she saw her husband raise a familiar object high. He was paddling her with her own hairbrush.
    The smooth, wooden surface hit her yielding flesh with a satisfying crack, and she jumped as the pain reverberated out from the original point of contact, spreading all over her already toasty cheeks.
    "Hold still, Esther. You asked for this."
    In no time, Esther was squirming and moaning. "Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Johnathan. I'll never do it again. Please."
    With each passing second, the hairbrush seemed to crash down with more force. Johnathan spanked her until she was crying, then laid the painful implement aside and whispering soothing words to her.
    "Shhh, Esther, I know you're sorry. You're forgiven."
    Even though the punishment stopped, Esther's bottom still throbbed like the hairbrush was still in use. Johnathan stroked her hair while she cried it out. As her sobs quieted, his hand dipped down and explored her lower lips. Sucking in a breath, Esther let her legs fall open even wider.
    "Oh, Esther," Johnathan murmured, and fed her his fingers. They were soaking wet,