Chapter 4
Mac was certainly impressed by Whitney’s ingenuity. The girl was clearly a survivor. The more he learned about her, the more certain he was that they would make an excellent match.
“Well, little girl, you haven’t answered any of my questions, just given me excuses,” he murmured as he slowly worked her hair loose until it fell into a tangled mess around her shoulders.
Gently, he gripped the back of her long tresses and pulled her head back, his mouth swooping down to taste her lips.
She trembled as he nibbled her cautiously, tasting her sweet essence.
He was aware that she probably hadn’t known a man yet, but if he had been in any doubt as to whether he was attracted to her or not, it was swiftly erased as the desire to lay her back on the fragrant hay became overwhelming.
With great effort, he reined himself in.
He pushed aside the thoughts of her woman’s body beneath his and his hands cupping those creamy buttocks, red with his handprints, and holding her up to thrust his aching buddy into her feminine softness.
He lifted his head, and bemused eyes stared up at him, soft and luminous.
“W-What questions?” Dazed, the tip of her pink tongue darted out to lick her swollen lips, and Mac groaned at the sight.
He couldn’t resist crushing her to him once again, his hands cupping her buttocks and setting her down against the hardness in his pants.
It was sweet torture as she gasped and leaned into him, straddling his throbbing shaft to rub against her feminine center.
“I asked you to marry me,” he croaked. He fought with himself to keep from lifting her dress and releasing himself.
Those thin panties could be easily moved aside and allow him access to that hot, moist center of her, but he couldn’t do it.
He knew she was innocent. He couldn’t hurt her and use her like that, even though she was inviting him with her actions. She didn’t know what she was doing.
“Why should I?” She tossed her wild mane back. “I don’t even know if I like you, let alone love you.”
“Oh, I think you like me,” he said smugly. “Just like I like you. People have married on less than that and done just fine. I’m sure we’ll grow to love each other deeply as the years go by.”
“How can you be so sure, Mac?”
“This is why I’m so sure,” he said, and he lowered his head to kiss her, pulling her in close to his body.
She allowed his probing tongue to open her lips more fully, and she melted against him again.
He lost track of time as he plundered her soft mouth possessively.
She moaned when his thumb found her nipple beneath the fabric of her dress and gently circled it.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured against her lips. “Does it feel good, little girl?”
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, arching her breasts into his hands. She ground into him as if begging for more.
He slipped one hand beneath her dress, found the warm, soft center of her body, and slowly circled the tiny bud under the panty edge.
“Oh...oh...” she gasped, her hips suddenly undulating. “What’s happening to me?”
“The secret of a happy marriage,” he chuckled, pinching her nipples with his other hand. “That’s it, ride it, little girl.”
“Mac,” she squealed as her body convulsed with the pleasure he gave her. Then she went limp in his arms and took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Now, do you understand?” he asked. “We suit each other; the rest is easily worked out.”
***
WHITNEY NODDED, DAZED and complete. She’d seen animals mate many times, and she knew what the sexual act was about.
All males, men or animals, were endowed with the same thing.
..that much she was aware of. She knew Mac had the other half of what it took to make love and create babies, but what he’d just done to her was something she knew nothing about.
It made her private area between her legs ache with a heavy, needy feeling.
She longed to feel him inside her, and she clenched her thighs together, trying to control herself and her wicked thoughts.
“It’s wrong to feel this way. Outside of marriage, I mean,” she whispered.
“No, honey, no. It’s not wrong to feel this way,” Mac protested, trying to make her understand. “It’s right to feel this way. In fact, you need to feel this way about the man you marry, or it wouldn’t be right to marry him.”
Her eyebrows drew down in a frown. “But what if I feel this way about another man?”
“Then I’ll shoot him!” he snarled.
She gaped at him in shock.
Mac rubbed his chin ruefully. “Let’s try this another way. Let’s say I decided I felt this way about another girl. How does that make you feel?”
Whitney recoiled with revulsion when hot jealousy fired through her. The thought of Mac kissing someone else and touching her intimately the way he had her was disturbing. Why it was so, she didn’t know, but it was. Had they fallen in love this fast?
“I think we might be in love,” she whispered, a broad smile of wonder curving her pink lips.
“Whatever you want to call it, we are in it,” Mac declared, grabbing her again and kissing her. Finally, he pulled away and took a deep breath. “Now, about you punching me. That was my other question. What am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t want you to spank me,” she pouted. “Can’t you just let it go?”
Mac stood up and held out his hand to pull her up with him.
“I want you to trust me, Whitney. I want your obedience, and I want you to know that I’ll always be as fair and just as I possibly can with you.
However, I have no intention of arguing with you or chasing you. You’ve already run from me once today.”
A pink blush suffused her cheeks, and she glared at him, but didn’t say anything.
“When I say I’m going to spank you, I don’t want you to run off on me,” he added sternly. “Now, take my hand and show me you trust me by coming back to the woodshed with me.”
Whitney stood there, shifting from foot to foot. She didn’t want to give in, yet at the same time, she found herself wanting to be obedient and please him. Still, she didn’t want a spanking again; her cheeks were sore from the last one.
Besides, he deserved that punch.
She bit her lip as she stared at him in confusion.
Should she submit to this man? If he were to be her husband, she supposed she should.
She tapped her foot on the hayloft floor, exploring her options.
There weren’t many. If she ran away again, it would just be putting off the inevitable.
The man was more stubborn than she was. Maybe she could put it off?
“I-I haven’t agreed to marry you yet,” she said carefully, watching his eyes. “But if I do, maybe you could let it go as a wedding present?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Are you trying to bargain your way out of a strapping, little girl?”
“Maybe?” she replied hopefully.
He shook his head. “I’ll give you more time to think about marriage, but no more time to get your little fanny to the woodshed. This is a matter of trust. If I have to carry you there, you won’t like the results.”
She hadn’t known him long, but she could see his mind was made up. She also didn’t see a way out of this. He was going to spank her. If she was going to marry him, she wanted to submit to the head of her home. With a deep sigh, she finally nodded and turned to the head of the ladder.
“That’s my girl,” he praised as he followed her.
***
INSIDE THE WOODSHED, Mac turned to Whitney. He was glad she’d decided to come with him on her own. That was important to him. With an approving smile, he pointed to the bench. “Bend over and place your hands flat on the seat, honey,” he said softly.
She shot him another pleading look, but he merely made a circle with his finger in the air, and she relented and bent over.
He took the strap off the wall and shook it to make sure there was no dust, dirt, or creepy crawlies on it.
Then he lifted her dress over her back and exposed her paper-thin panties once again.
He caressed them lightly, noting her flesh was still pink from his hand spanking.
Her rounded bottom and legs were already trembling.
He refused to lower her panties to protect her modesty—and his desire.
Still, it was an attractive sight, and his lower buddy made him well aware of the fact.
With a silent groan, he stepped back, lifted the strap, and then brought it lightly down against one quivering buttock.
She glanced back, a question in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything, and she didn’t try to get out of position.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He alternated cheeks then, each slap of the leather a little harder until she finally squealed when the tenth one landed across both buttocks with a cracking, sharp sting. To her credit, she endured it all without trying to get up or complaining.
“Oh,” she gasped at the last one. “That one hurt more than the others.” She wasn’t crying, though, and Mac hadn’t intended to make her cry.
This was an object lesson in obedience and the reward for that obedience.
The hills could be dangerous, and they needed to trust each other, and she needed to know where he stood.
“Are you going to hit me again?” he asked softly, waiting for her reply.
“No, no, I won’t, Mac, I promise,” she replied earnestly, looking around at him with a shiver.
“Good,” he replied, satisfied with her sincerity.
Then he landed one additional burning stripe along both cheeks, causing her to cry out and grab her buttocks with one hand, but she still didn’t get out of place. “Oh, that really hurt,” she moaned.
“So did that punch,” he reminded her. He hung the strap back up on the wall and then rubbed and caressed the sting away. Gently, he pulled her up and brought her dress down, reluctantly covering the delicious offerings he would love to explore more fully.