Chapter 9 #3
From the moment the slapper came down, Ally started kicking her legs and making all sorts of noise. Most of it, he was sure, was for show. The slapper wasn’t much different from toys they had at home, and with her butt covered in denim, it couldn’t possibly be stinging that much … yet.
Carter put in some real effort to make sure she felt the leather through the jeans.
Swinging hard and fast, and aiming for the same spots over and over helped to make an impression.
He was really starting to enjoy himself when the door to the tack room flew open.
He was so startled, the slapper flew out of his hand and hit the wall with a clatter.
Pa stood in the doorway, one eyebrow hitting his hairline. He took in the scene and coughed. “Not exactly what I expected to find,” he commented.
Carter could feel the heat crawling up his neck. “It’s not what it looks like.”
His wife had suddenly caught on to the fact that they were no longer alone. “Who is it?” she asked as she struggled to rise, but his hand was still holding her in place. “Oh my god, let me up, Carter!”
“It’s not?” Pa asked. “Looks to me like someone’s getting their backside tanned. I’m hoping it’s your wife.” His voice was completely deadpan.
Well, he wasn’t wrong. “Okay, it is what it looks like but…”
“Hey, missy, you alright over there?” Pa raised his voice to be heard over whatever excuse Carter could have come up with.
“Um, yes. Fine, thank you,” Allegra said awkwardly.
“I assume this is consensual and all that?” The question was pointedly directed to her.
“Y-yes. Um, we like this kind of thing…”
Carter knew that her face was as red as his own, he could hear it in her voice. He actually couldn’t imagine a worse way to get caught playing kinky games.
“Well, that’s alright then. I like to check the barn after everyone turns in.
Lotta times we catch couples canoodling in here during the first week.
But this is a new one.” His mouth seemed to be fighting to turn up at the ends.
“Sometimes marriage needs a spanking or two, as long as everyone’s on board. I know ours has had more than a few.”
“Y-yours…?” It was a question, but not one that Carter actually wanted an answer to. He regretted it the moment it came out.
“Sure. You didn’t invent the sport, you know.” Pa chuckled and shook his head. “Anyways, seems like no rules are being broken here, so I’ll leave you be. I suggest you both hit the hay soon though. Morning comes early. Night, kids,” he said as he closed the door firmly.
There was silence in the room for a whole minute. Finally, “Can I get up now?” Allegra wiggled in a demanding way, and Carter removed his hand mechanically.
She huffed as she got to her feet, brushing her hair back out of her face and fixing her shirt from where it had gotten rucked up in front. “That was fun … until it wasn’t.”
“Yep.” Carter had no idea how he was going to face the man after this. He shook his head and went over to retrieve the slapper. It went back on the wall.
“I can’t really picture him spanking Ma honestly. I mean … can you?”
He closed his eyes and sighed. It wasn’t an image he wanted in his head. “No, definitely not.”
“So … you think she’s the one who spanks then?” From the lilt of amusement in her voice, he could tell she knew how uncomfortable the whole topic was.
He wanted to ignore the question, but that would just give her more ammunition and he’d never hear the end of it. “If it has to be one of them … I’m betting on her, yeah.” Ma was, after all, the sterner of the two, at least in public.
“Huh.” Her hands settled on her hips as she considered that. Finally, she shook her head, saying, “I guess we should probably go to bed.” Just the word bed made her yawn, and it was contagious.
“I think that’s probably a good idea.” Carter drew in a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “I have a feeling breakfast is going to be awkward.”
“Because you’ll be picturing them spanking each other?” she asked with an oh-so-innocent tone to her voice.
“I—” He stared at her, eyes narrowed. “You know, you can go right back over that rack for another spanking. We’re supposed to take a long ride tomorrow afternoon. Do you really want to be sitting on a sore butt for that?”
Her eyes widened and both hands went behind her back immediately. “Um, I’d rather not.”
“Then let’s drop the conversation of who’s doing the spanking around here, because as far as you’re concerned, it’s me.” He narrowed his eyes, brows dipping down as he gave her a hard look.
Her mouth twitched and he could tell she was fighting a grin and probably some other comments that would get her in trouble.
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out the door, before she could say anything that would get her spanked again.
“Just wait until we get our own cabin, sweetheart. Just wait.”
He’d been too interested in other things earlier, but now that the excitement had drained away…
the exhaustion was kicking in. The walk back to the bunkhouses seemed longer than it should have been.
He was yawning his head off when he dropped her off and waited until she was safely inside before heading to his own bed.