Chapter Eleven #3
He gave her bottom a pat, but it was hard enough to make her jump.
Amanda felt tears well up in her eyes once more.
Rob was still going to spank her, but at least he wasn't going to use his belt.
She should be grateful for that much, but her poor butt was throbbing and burning already.
The thought of further punishment made her cringe.
The only thing she could do to make it easier on herself was to cooperate, and do as Rob said...
even if it went against the grain. And that was the crux of the situation, she realized as she tugged off her boots.
The blow to her pride was worse than the pain to her bottom.
It was embarrassing and humiliating to be told to take down her jeans, and now he was asking her to remove them completely so she could walk around the large kitchen, searching for something he could use to spank her!
It was a terrible punishment! And, of all the times for her Papa and Goldie to be gone from the ranch!
There wasn't even a hand close by she could appeal to for help!
Whitey would probably offer to help Rob!
Was she really being stubborn by insisting she was old enough to make her own decision?
"You are stalling and taking your sweet time, my dear, and I am almost ready to start adding extras."
"I am not stalling. It is hard to get these boots off!"
she argued, tugging. "They got wet and now they are too tight. I hoped they would give if I wore them, but I will need new ones," she complained.
To her dismay, Rob stood, holding her in his arms.
He then plopped her on the wooden seat of the chair with no concern for her poor bottom!
In seconds he had her boots on the floor, and her pants on top of them!
He took her arm, pulled her to her feet and gave her a meaningful look.
"Okay, I will find something, but don't expect me to get something that is going to hurt a lot! I am already hurting something awful, Robert Thorne!"
she told him, pouting for all she was worth.
Rob wanted to smile at the picture she made as she slowly walked over to the cabinet where Goldie kept her cooking utensils, but he refrained.
This matter was serious and he had to impress upon her that this was a time for obedience.
She could prove herself independent after he dealt with Sir Gregory Flockton.
The man was truly evil, and his son had been just like him.
A friend of his sister's, an innocent young girl, was visiting...
and Phillip lured her away from the house and raped her...
after beating her viciously. Rob came upon them, heard Jill's screams, and pulled Phillip off of her.
Phillip reached for the gun he always carried, and Rob fought with him for control of the weapon.
The gun went off, and Phillip was dead. Jill refused to speak to anyone, and she remained in her room, staring into space most of the time.
Her physical wounds healed, but the wounds in her mind kept her a prisoner in her bedroom.
Sir Gregory Flockton did his best to have Rob arrested and tried for murder, but the inquest proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that Rob was defending himself.
A couple of young maids who used to work at the estate of the Flocktons came forward and told of the abuse they suffered at the hands of father and son.
Sir Gregory Flockton vowed revenge on Rob, but went away for a while, determined to let the talk die down.
It was reported that the ship he was traveling on was lost at sea, and Sir Gregory was drowned along with the crew and other passengers.
Rob had no idea how the man survived, but it shouldn't have surprised him.
The man was purely evil, and Rob wasn't about to let him get close to little Amanda.
She was going to stay inside where she would be safe from the man.
If that meant he had to paddle her daily to keep her too sore to sit her saddle, he would take on the job with a dedication that would insure she was safe.
"Amanda, you have been looking for nearly five minutes now. There is a limit to my patience, and I am perilously close to losing my temper. I expect you to pick up something right now and come over here."
The only thing lying there that looked thin and like it wouldn't hurt as much as a wooden spoon was a long, smooth, very thin, flat spatula that Goldie used to smooth icing on a cake.
The flat part was attached to a round wooden handle, and it was about eighteen inches long.
It surely couldn't hurt as much as Rob's hand!
She picked up the spatula and carried it over to him.
"Are you sure about this?" Rob asked her. She obviously thought she was making it easy on herself, but from the way the blade was carved, it was going to sting like fire.
"Yes, I am. You said I could pick," she reminded him.
She was feeling a bit smug. From the look on Rob's face she could tell he had his doubts about the spatula.
He probably expected her to pick up one of Goldie's heavy wooden spoons, but Amanda knew better.
She didn't want another spanking, and she didn't want one that was going to make her so sore she couldn't sit down at all!
"Very well, Mandy. Since you are positive this is the item you wish to choose, let's get this spanking started. Come and lie over my lap."