Chapter Eight #3
Whitey reached out and lifted Helene from the saddle, then brought Hero to a stop before dropping the young woman to the ground and then dismounting.
He gave Hero a smart slap on the bottom before rounding his horse to stand in front of Helene.
"What were you trying to prove with that stunt, little girl?"
"Nothing," she whispered. "Molasses simply took off running and I couldn't get her to stop," she lied.
Whitey was angry, something that rarely happened. "First off, little girl, you kicked Molasses and made her run. Second, you knew how to stop her, but you didn't. Third, I am not stupid and I don't appreciate being lied to."
"Lied to?" Helene tried to sound indignant, but failed miserably. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she'd gone too far. His next words confirmed that.
"Yes, lied to. We were talking about spanking, and you got this funny look on your face and decided to test me to see if I would really dare to put my hand to your backside, and, little girl, this is where you learn the truth of the matter."
Helene gave a little scream when he reached for her.
She suddenly did not want to know if he would really spank her.
She knew the answer for a fact, and she didn't need the demonstration.
"Please don't, Whitey! I admit everything, okay! Please don't spank me! I'm sorry and I promise I won't do it again!"
"I reckon you won't, little girl." He looked around until he found a likely spot to sit down and take her across his knee, and finally spotted a tree stump that would serve the purpose quite well.
He pulled her along while she continued to plead with him not to do what he was damn well going to do.
"You can stop all the begging, Helene. When you issue a dare, you have to accept the consequences. If you haven't learned that by now, then it's time you did."
He sat, and even though she struggled, he pulled her down over his lap and when she landed, he heard her grunt of pain and her gasp.
The fact that she was already crying didn't bother him.
He figured that it was a girl thing, and she wanted him to feel sorry for her, but he didn't.
Helene felt as though she'd taken another blow to her ribs when she landed wrong over Whitey's knee.
The pain was excruciating, but she bit her tongue, determined to hide the fact she was injured.
Whitey didn't know... No one knew, and she wanted it that way.
She bit her lip and waited for the first spank to land on her backside.
Whitey didn't keep her waiting long. His hand smacked hard on the seat of Mandy's riding skirt, but she felt it and let out a gasp of surprise. It hurt more than she thought it would!
Whitey was determined to give the little brunette a spanking she would remember, and his hand fell repeatedly on her rounded backside.
He doubted she could feel much through the riding skirt and what was underneath, but he couldn't bare her.
That just wouldn't be right, and Mr. Chambers would be after him with a shotgun if he did.
Since he was in no position to marry anyone, he would have to give her a lesson over her skirt.
"You are not experienced enough to risk riding like that, little girl," he scolding as he continued to spank her.
"You could have fallen from the saddle and broke your fool neck!"
More spanks, even harder. "What if I wouldn't of had Hero saddled and at the ready?"
Harder spanks, down lower, where they really hurt!
"I'm sorry!" Helene apologized, crying.
"Not sorry enough," he told her, continuing to set her backside on fire. "Testing a man isn't smart, little girl. You'll get more than you bargain for."
"I know, and I am sorry! I won't do it again!"
"And lying about it afterwards. I ought to take off my belt and give you a good strapping for that."
"Please don't! I'm hurting now!"
Something in her voice told him she was not lying, and he wondered if he'd overdone the spanking.
He stood her on her feet and immediately realized there was something else wrong.
Helene's face was white and the lines of pain around her mouth were telling him that she was hurt elsewhere.
He suddenly felt guilty as he said, "What is wrong, Helene, and this is not the time to lie to me."
"I hurt myself a while back and it hasn't healed yet," she fibbed.
"Where?"
"My rib," she tearfully admitted. Before she knew what he was going to do, Whitey had two buttons of her shirt undone. When he saw the discoloration and touched the spot gently, she cried out in pain, and then rested her head against his chest.
"What happened, honey? Tell me the truth now," he cajoled, holding her close and comforting her.
"Ted Fox hit me twice. I was ashamed to tell," she found herself admitting.
"You should have told me; I wouldn't of spanked you!" Whitey said, sick with guilt.
"No... I earned a spanking," she shocked him by admitting. "I acted like a brat."
"You sure did," he said with a grin and a wink for her, and that expression was quickly replaced with concern. "We'll get you back to the house and I'll send for Doc."
"No, I don't want anyone to know, Whitey!"
"Do I need to spank you again, little girl?"