“I guess we’ll see about that, won’t we,” he said sweetly. “I’ve been longing to do this ever since I found you teetering on that crate. You’ve pushed every button I have and then some, but tonight you went too far. What did I tell you about drawing that gun?”
Smack! “Were you going to use it? Would you have shot Ty?” Smack!
“No.”
“Are you deliberately trying to get yourself killed?” Smack!
“No, I’m not,” she hollered back, stunned at the amount of pain she felt from just three slaps.
“Well, you could have fooled me,” he continued.
His hand began to fall in measured beats as Morgan got down to business, spanking her in earnest. Over and over it fell, as her feet kicked madly. Finally, Morgan reached down, pulled off her boots, stripped her pants off and trapped her legs beneath one of his.
“It’s time you learned who’s going to wear the pants in this family,” he informed her crisply as he set fire to her bottom. “I won’t have my wife making a fool of me in front of the entire town. You want to own a saloon, fine, but you won’t run it the way you are now. It’s too dangerous for you and those girls down there,” he growled, placing a slap on her ass every time he paused for breath. “Are you listening to me?”
“Oh God, yes!” she howled.
“Good, because I don’t want to have to repeat myself,” he stated, spanking her five times in rapid succession. “I want a home and a family, babies, in fact lots of babies, and their mother is not going to spend her evenings at a saloon. She’ll spend them making love with her husband. If I have to spank you every night and twice on Sunday, I will, but the only one who’s going to see you in sexy clothes is me. Got it?” he asked, lifting each cheek and delivering five slaps to the underside of each one. “No more Mr. Nice-Guy.”
Callie Mae snorted through her tears. “You think you’re nice?” she demanded. “You think this is being nice?”
“Yes, it’s nice for me because I finally get to give you what you deserve for being so damned obstinate, and it’s nice for you because I could get up and use that wooden hairbrush sitting on your dresser. Or if you don’t like that idea, there’s always my belt. Maybe then you’d appreciate a hand spanking when you deserve so much more.”
“Well, I don’t appreciate it, you son of a bitch!” she roared, struggling with everything she had to get away. “You’re going to have to let me go sooner or later and when you do, I’ll shoot you dead!”
Morgan recalled everything his brother told him and spanked Callie Mae through all the stages he’d described. She cursed and swore, calling him every bad name she could think of. That progressed to begging and pleading, with Callie Mae making all kinds of promises he knew she had no intention of keeping. Finally, when her bright red bottom looked swollen and his hand was pleading for mercy, she collapsed over his lab, sobbing her heart out. He still didn’t trust her.
“Are you going to be reasonable?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“No more of this stubborn, pig-headed nonsense? No more wearing a gun in your garter?”
“No, no more.”
“Are you going to marry me?”
“I’ll marry you, Morgan.”
“Saturday?”
Silence.
“Saturday?” Smack!
“Yes, yes Saturday,” she cried, hiccupping.
“Good. Callie Mae, do you want babies?” he asked gently, rubbing her back.
“Yes.”
“Let’s start now,” he whispered, turning her over on his lap. Taking the bandana from around her wrists, he carefully dried her tears and made her blow her nose. Laying her back on the bed, he removed her shirt but left the corset on. She looked so sexy in it, he couldn’t help himself.
Standing, he removed his clothes while she watched, her eyes growing wide when he toed his boots off and lowered his pants, exposing his completely engorged cock.
“Don’t be afraid, darlin’. This isn’t like the spanking and I won’t do anything you don’t enjoy, but you have to promise me to keep an open mind. Nothing is off limits when two people who love each other are in bed.”
“Do you love me, Morgan?” she asked.
