Chapter 12 #6
“But, Honey” was as far as she got before Mason put his foot on a nearby chair and upended her over his knee.
It took several seconds before he got her wildly rocking hoop under control and bunched above her waist. Her kicking legs didn’t reach the floor and were absolutely no impediment to Mason’s crisp spanks.
“I suggest you keep your voice down sweetie,” he told her while multiple swats were delivered to her snow white bottom. “Of course I doubt anyone in attendance would be surprised that your wedding was a little out of the ordinary.”
By the time Mason was done blistering her bottom, dainty white lingerie framed a cherry colored backside.
There was very little white between the tops of her gartered stockings and the underside of her butt.
Putting her gently on her feet he assured her he would even up the color later that night, pulled her into his arms for a bone melting kiss and handed her his handkerchief to dry her eyes.
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In the church the reverend alternated between giving the congregation awkward smiles, mopping his brow and checking his watch.
Nick, clearly hearing the beginning of what was no doubt a well-deserved spanking, began to cough intermittently trying to cover up the noise but gave up when the speed of each spank exceeded his abilities. He began to hear tidbits of conversation from the assembled guests.
“It’s about time someone took that girl in hand.”
“Why would she marry such a brut?”
And the occasional wistful sigh.
Maggie was literally shaking with her hands over her mouth and a wide-eyed expression frozen on her face. When she eventually snapped out of it and started across the floor to help her unfortunate friend, Nick slid his arm around her waist and smoothly steered her back into position.
“I wouldn’t if I were you Magpie, lest you find yourself in the same uncomfortable position.”
Looking at Nick’s smile, but seeing that eyebrow convinced her she was far better off right where she was.
When the door finally opened and Mason escorted his soon to be wife back to the alter all eyes were fixed on Rebecca, still looking quite lovely despite the blush and the fact that her tiara was hanging by about four hairs on the left side of her head.
Maggie approached, quickly fixing Rebecca’s hair as best she could before Mason led her back to stand in front of the reverend.
“I do”, Rebecca stated quickly, holding onto Mason’s arm and trying not to wiggle about too much, although every sway brought blessed cool air up her hooped dress and relief to her steaming bottom.
Reverend Whittaker took a deep breath.
“Inowpronouceyoumanandwife,” Reverend Whittaker said as fast as he possibly could. “Ah,”...he sighed with great relief. “You may kiss your bride.”
And Mason did. A kiss that promised everything.
I hope you enjoyed book two of this series and are looking forward to book three, Nick and Maggie’s story. I can’t wait to make Nick: His to Claim available for readers everywhere.