Chapter 1 #2
“I have a better idea.” The young woman pressed the sword against his back.
He stilled.
She poked it a few times gently into his back without breaking any skin. “I am going to take your horse and head to the town. It’s only a few miles for you. You can walk home.”
Unbelievable. Also, hilarious that she thought she could threaten him with a sword.
“Listen, sweetheart” He turned and pinned her with a stern gaze.
“I am trying to help you. You can’t make it to the town before the storm hits.
Besides, this is my horse. You don’t take things that don’t belong to you. ”
“Too bad! Now put my brother on the horse.” She glared up at him defiantly.
“Sweetheart, you better put that damn sword down before you find yourself upended over my knee.”
He sensed her movement before she swiped the sword across his arm, and two drops of blood formed through the cut in his shirt. He knelt and placed the injured man on top of his coat, then set the pack on the ground.
“You’re going to regret that,” he growled and watched her eyes widen in fear as he snatched the sword away from her easily and pulled her to him.
“Let me go!” she shrieked.
He sat down on the pack and yanked her over his lap. “Oh, there won’t be any permanent damage, but this is going to hurt. You’re going to get a damn good spanking. That’s how we deal with little she-devils where I come from,” he growled. Before she had a chance to reply, he lit into her backside.
“Ow, ouch! Stop!” She flailed her arms and legs.
He rubbed her ass, admiring her soft curves before he gave her another hard swat. “Stop the drama. You can barely feel my hand through all these layers.” He pulled up her dress and her petticoat and inspected her panty-covered ass, barely pink from his quick warm-up. He would change that quickly.
“You can’t do this! I might get hypothermia!” she squealed and placed her hands across her ass.
He chuckled and held her hands to her back. “Well then, we’ll just have to get you warmed up, won’t we?” He brought his hand down on the back of her panties again and again as she hollered and cursed.
“You are a big bully and a son of a bitch!”
He placed his hand against her warm cheeks. “What. Did. You. Say. About. My. Mother?”
She tried to scramble away from him. “I’m sorry. I lost my temper. I didn’t mean… ooof!”
He tipped her over farther, yanked her panties down, and brought his palm crashing onto her bare bottom.
“Yeow!” she shrieked.
He made sure to leave no portion of her bottom untouched over the next two minutes.
When he had finished, she lay panting in a heap over his lap.
All the fight had gone out of her, and her bottom looked scorched and red.
He could feel the heat rising from her backside.
He rubbed her ass to soothe the sting and signal it was over.
The first snowflake reminded him of their location. Crap! He pulled her to her feet and yanked her panties up and her skirt down. She whimpered at his rough treatment, but he made no move to apologize. The storm was moving in fast.
“We have to get back to my place before this blizzard hits,” he growled. “Even I have a tough time tracking in this weather.”
She nodded her head, wiped her tears away, and moved to grab the packs.
“Hey, wait, sweetheart.” He was being a bad dom.
He took her stiff form into his arms. “I forgive you. It’s over, okay?
” He felt her melt into his arms and cry, and he was torn between the desire to comfort her and the more pressing need to get them all to safety.
He kissed her forehead, patted her ass, and gave her a gentle shove towards the packs.
“You get the gear. I’ll get your brother. ”
They got moving quickly, just as the flurries started.
JILLIAN
Jillian couldn’t believe that big… animal had spanked her.
No, she sighed. She deserved it. He had saved Jake and her from wolves and had even offered to take them back to his place to give him medical attention.
Cutting him and threatening him was definitely not the right way to thank him. She would make it up to him, somehow.
She looked at the large, brooding man, his face furrowed in thought.
Was he angry about something? Or was her brother getting heavy?
They had realized pretty quickly that the unconscious man was not going to stay on the horse, so Bertram decided to carry him.
Her bottom ached as she bounced on top of his horse.
The hard saddle was not something she was accustomed to using as she usually rode Banbury bareback.
“How much farther?” she whined, regretting it when he gave her that look.
“It will take longer if we have to stop and warm up your bottom again.” He raised his eyebrow.
She couldn’t stop the heat that crept to her cheeks. The memory of being over his lap did weird things to her tummy. “So, Bertram, what do you do for a living?”
“I own a specialty shop and lodge. You’ll find it interesting, I’m sure.”
He must have misread her surprise as fear because he continued, “You and your brother will be safe, I assure you.”
“I wasn’t worried,” she scoffed and looked nervously at his large hands. They might be safe, but would her bottom?
He grunted and shifted Jake in his arms. “So, where were you two heading before your unfortunate… ahem, accident?”
“We were going to Grimmberg to meet the matchmaker.” She looked at the ground and mumbled. “Neither of us has had much luck finding mates in our village, so a friend suggested the matchmaker.”
“Interesting.” He nodded. “Why?”
“Why what?” she asked, confused.
“Why do you have problems finding suitable mates? You’re a beautiful woman.”
She rolled her eyes at him and grumbled. “Thanks. Honestly, Jake says I’m too, um, temperamental.”
“High maintenance? Feisty? Often in need of a good long spanking?” He chuckled at her shocked gasp. “I can see that. You need to find the right man. Seems to me you need a man as strong-willed as you are.”
A man like Bertram? She clenched the saddle tighter between her legs, remembering exactly what his strength had felt like on her bare bottom.
But he had not been cruel or malicious when he took her over his knee, and he had even comforted her afterwards.
He was much different than the men in her village.
Her previous suitor was too… “Henpecked” was the word she liked to use to describe him.
He would never have thought of doing something as barbaric as spanking her.
Luckily, Jake had pointed out his deficiencies, and Jillian sent the man crying back to his mother.
But her final suitor was a lord who was dark, vile, and mean.
She saw his anger and the power that he loved to exert over the rest of the villagers.
The pig of a man only cared for his possessions and had made it abundantly clear that Jillian was to be one.
He had even grabbed her breast and kissed her without permission.
Jake had been furious when he caught her angrily tearing up the lord’s flower beds and throwing rocks toward the windows. She missed most of them, unfortunately. Jake packed up their meager belongings, prepared Banbury, and dragged her onto the long road to the matchmaker.
So what kind of man was Bertram? He was most definitely not a henpecked mother’s boy. That only left power-hungry lord, right? Only time would tell. She shrugged her shoulders, feeling uncomfortable and sad, and decided to change the subject.
“So what about you, Bertram? Wife, kids?”
His face turned stony, then softened again. “Fiancée left a few years ago for some village idiot in another town.”
“I’m so sorry,” she gasped.
“It’s all right,” he smirked. “I took the money I saved in hair products to build my place and am living happily with my…” he paused, “little. We get a lot of visitors, so we don’t get lonely.”
He slowed his walk and met her gaze kindly. “I know you feel badly about your brother. Don’t worry, we’ll get him fixed up.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded, thankful he understood.
“All right. The lodge is around the bend. You are both welcome to stay as long as you like, as long as you obey the rules.”
She opened her mouth to ask him what rules he meant when they turned the corner and the lodge came into view. Mansion was more like it. It was huge. Bigger than five houses put together. And it was beautiful and brightly lit with torches and lights, a huge sign at the front.
Spa NK, Fetish Shop and Play Lodge
Come in, get warm.
Stay and play.
Warmth flooded her body as he stopped in front of the doors and called out for assistance.
Helpers immediately surrounded them. Bertram dismounted and lifted her from the horse with strong hands, and she looked into the brown and amber-flecked eyes of her rescuer.
He was a large man, with dark hair flecked with streaks of grey and an air of dangerous power.
Bertram instructed the medics to take care of Jake as he led her by the hand into the front shop.
Paddles, whips, riding crops, and other objects she couldn’t identify hung on walls.
What were they? Paraphernalia adorned every square inch of the shop.
Her eyes were drawn to beautiful pictures of women with glowing red bare bottoms. Some crying, some laughing, some clenched in anticipation, some accepting, showing the wetness between their legs. She felt so drawn to them.
Oh my gosh. The name of the lodge, Spa NK, formed the word “spank”. This was a place that catered to spanking.
She should have been scared of the “worldly”, sexy environment she had entered.
Her grandmother would have died on the spot because of the “sinful, new age” atmosphere, as she would have called it.
But this felt more real to her than all of her 22 years of life in the village.
Bertram’s spanking had done more to her than she could explain.
And as embarrassing as it was for her to admit to herself, the thought of these women proffering their bottoms for chastisement made her feel warm and funny. And it felt right. She belonged here.
“Daddy!”
Jillian turned to see a cute, red-haired young lady, about her age, fling herself into Bertram’s arms.
They hugged for a moment before he scolded her about something, swatted her on the backside, and sent her on an errand. The feisty redhead scowled at her before flouncing out the door.
Jillian met Bertram’s eyes and moved to his place by the counter. She looked up at the sign above his head. “B. B. Wolfe. Co-owner, Operator.”
“So. what do you think?” he asked.
“It’s interesting.” She shrugged noncommittally.
The corners of his lips turned up in a smirk. “Well, I’m glad you find it interesting.” He placed his hands behind his head. “You’re going to be here awhile.” He looked outside at the growing storm. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you try out some of the implements.” He winked.
She bit her lip and sucked in a breath, the excitement growing in her. He had read her so well. Wide-eyed, she looked around at all the different implements, her bottom clenching involuntarily. “And what if I’m not a good girl?” she whispered and licked her lips.
His huge guffawing laugh shook the rafters. “Little girl, you are going to get a lot of spankings while you are here. The choice is yours about what kind you get.”
He took her hand and led her to the inner door of the lodge. “Let’s go check on your brother. Then we’ll get you settled in. Then” –his smile broadened– “you’ll get your first spanking as a guest. Welcome to Spa NK,” he said, pronouncing the “N” and “K” separately.