Free My Sassy Settler (Willamette Wives Book 2) by Maggie Ryan

they continued their journey until he released them at her ankles. She could feel the cool air wafting across her flesh and goosebumps once more rising on her arms. However, this time they weren't caused by thoughts of her husband's bared chest, they were caused by the knowledge that he was not only looking at her naked bottom, but, seeing as it was daytime, she didn't have either the darkness of the night or the concealing covers of their bed to hide behind.
    "You have a beautiful little ass."
    Oh God, who said such things? Surely it wasn't a proper topic of conversation, regardless of the fact that he was her husband. This time it wasn't his order that broke through her thoughts, it was the feel of his hand rubbing circles across her buttocks.
    "Are you ready?"
    "Ready? For what?" Though she'd been reluctantly ready to be turned face down over his knees, she surely hadn't been ready to be bared.
    "For your spanking, Agatha. Are you ready for me to begin?"
    "Uh… um, I-I guess."
    "That's my good girl."
    Before she had time to process the fact that his simple praise made her heart fill, she felt his hand move from her backside. Though she couldn't actually see it, she could sense it lifting in the air. She was just about to inform him that no, she wasn't ready, she wasn't anywhere near ready, when the first stroke descended to smack against her flesh.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Smack… smack… smack… smack
    "I told you to go to the corner and what did you do?"
    Smack… smack… smack… smack
    "You ran away.
    Smack… smack… smack… smack
    "You are never to run away from me, young lady!"
    Smack… smack… smack… smack
    "You scared the hell out of me when I couldn't find you."
    Smack… smack… smack… smack
    "But I was scared!" she protested.
    "Scared of what? Scared of me?"
    She shook her head. "No, I-I was scared that you… that you would set me aside. That I was so… so bad that you didn't want me anymore."
    "I'll never do that, Aggy. No matter what, I will always want you. Do you understand?"
    "I-I guess." She gasped when he resumed her spanking.
    Smack… smack… smack… smack
    "You guess? Young lady, I love you and I will never let you go. Do you understand?"
    "Ye-yes, sir."
    "You weren't bad, Agatha. You are too wonderful and too sweet to ever be bad. That doesn't mean you weren't very, very naughty," Wyatt said, his hand connecting again with her backside.
Smack… smack… smack… smack
    "Ow! Stop!" She reached back to cover her bottom.
    "Get your hands off your backside and put them back on the floor."
    "Can't I get up? I won't… Ow!"
    Wyatt's hand moved to slap against the back of her other thigh. "No, young lady, you won't be getting up for quite a while yet."
    "But my bottom already hurts! That's enough spanking!"
    Shaking his head, he reached for her hands, easily gathering them in one of his. She gasped as he pinned them to the small of her back and she began to squirm in an effort to swim off his lap.
    "Enough? Agatha, your ass isn't even pink yet."
    "It's not?"
    Her response gave him pause and he couldn't help but smile. "No, honey, it's not." He released her hands. "Look back and see for yourself."
    She turned, her neck craning and shook her head. "I can't see."
    Realizing that the mound of clothing at her waist was blocking her view, he attempted to press it flatter.
    She twisted a bit, her back arching. "I still can't see."
    "Okay, let's try this." He helped her off his lap and then reached for the button of her skirt.
    "What are you doing?"
    "Aggy, you don't seem to believe me. I want you to know that you can trust me. In order to do that, you need to look for yourself."
    "Wait, um, I believe you."
    Wyatt looked up at her to see her face reddening. The cheeks above her neck had far more color than those below. "I still want you to see for yourself." He pushed the button free and her skirt slid to the floor. She gasped when he untied the ribbon of her petticoat and, the moment it began to