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

slide, she slapped her hands over her pubis.
    Wyatt had to fight the urge to reach for her hands and push them aside. She was his wife and he had every right to look at every single part of her. And yet, he understood that it was going to take some time for her to get past the image of herself that bastard had been drilling into her.
    "Now can you see?"
    "What?"
    "Your bottom, honey. Look back and tell me what you see."
    He watched as she turned her head to look over her left shoulder. He almost chuckled when she turned her head to look over her other shoulder, as if positive that her right cheek had to show color. Finally, she looked up at him.
    "So?" he said.
    "Um, it's not red."
    "Is it pink?"
    More color suffused her face as she flushed again. "No, sir."
    "Can you trust me to finish your spanking? I swore I'd never hurt you and I will keep that promise."
    "My bot-bottom might not be pink, but it does hurt."
    Wyatt nodded. "Spankings are supposed to hurt, Agatha. It would be a rather pointless exercise if they didn't. But I swear to you, I will never harm you."
    "Okay."
    He took her arm to guide her back over his knees but she resisted, bending down as she released one hand which had been shielding herself from his view to reach towards the floor.
    "What about my clothes?"
    "Darlin', remember, I told you that there is nothing indecent or improper between a man and his wife. That includes your body or mine." He had to fight the urge to grin as an idea came to him. "Would it make you feel more comfortable if I took off my pants?"
    She instantly popped back up. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped. "Oh… um, no, that's-that's not necessary."
    "Well then, shall we continue?"
    "Do-do we have to?"
    He was pretty sure that having to fight against smiling was uncommon when disciplining a wife but he was definitely having to do so. She was just so precious.
    "Yes, darlin', we do." He patted his lap and she allowed him to guide her into position.
    Wyatt tucked her into his waist once more. He rubbed his fingertips across her flesh. Being in charge wasn't the easy job he'd imagined from his time as a young man. The weight of responsibility was heavy on his shoulders and in his heart.
    Agatha was a small woman and yet she wasn't weak. Her body was trim, perfectly curved and padded in all the right places, and she was healthy. She wasn't made of glass but the last year had made her very fragile in her soul. If they had a chance to become whole, he would have to be strong enough to fully accept the burden of responsibility. He would also have to be patient and guide her slowly along the path to a better place. The time it took didn't really matter. They had the rest of their lives. The important thing was that they would take the journey together.
    "I know that when we were in the barn I told you that I was going to spank you with my hand and also use your hairbrush. However, if you can stay in position and accept the rest of your spanking, we won't use the brush today."
    "Will you hold my hand?"
    Her request tugged at his heartstrings. "Yes, if you'd like me to."
    She reached back and he took her hand, this time entwining their fingers together.
    "Thank you."
    "No, Aggy, thank you. Are you ready to continue?"
    "Yes, sir."
    He didn't lecture this time. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering swat after swat, until her skin began to turn pink. Even though he knew it was a light spanking, it was the first time he'd truly punished her. As he increased the force of his swats just the slightest, the color of her beautifully plump globes began moving towards red. Though he was quite positive she had been ready to accept her spanking, she began to wiggle and twist, her feet kicking up as her bottom was heated.
    "Naughty. Do you need to bring me your hairbrush?"
    "No! I mean, no, sir. I'm sorry!"
    "I know you are, darlin', but you will learn that while it's quite easy to say words, it takes more to prove you are truly repentant. Show me