Nathan comes to the rescue in true heroic fashion, then carries Mary off over his shoulder and gives her her first ever spanking ...
There was a slight sound from behind her, but though she turned her head, no one had approached. A moment later, the sound intensified; puzzled she looked again but saw no one.
"Oh it's nothing," she told herself, and continued to relax and enjoy the view - until the sound of a gun shot exploded less than two feet from her position. The noise of the shot reverberated, echoing around the valley. Startled, she squealed in alarm and jumped to her feet, poised to run.
"Don't move! Keep still."
"W-what? You shot at me!" she said in disbelief as Nathan approached. He raised his gun again.
"Mary - don't move an inch."
There was something in his tone which sent shudders of fear down her spine. Hardly daring to breathe, she forced herself to remain still, though her heart was beating wildly in her chest and tiny rivulets of perspiration beaded her brow. Another shot rang out, followed by a rattling noise, then Nathan ran towards her, grim faced.
"C-can I look now?"
"Turn around and look behind you," came the curt response.
"Oh my Lord!" Two dead snakes lay within inches of each other. Mary shuddered.
"What did I tell you, woman? I said not to wander further than the first fence. This place has rattlers nesting down beneath the rocks. You almost got yourself killed."
"Oh. I ... I forgot."
"Then I'll be giving you a little reminder." His eyes glinting, Nathan reached out and grabbed her and hauled her unceremoniously over his shoulder.
Surprised and indignant at being forced into this undignified position, Mary voiced her protests. "You can't do this to me, you big oaf! Let me go! At once!"
"I'll let you go when I'm good and ready," he growled.
Unused to being ignored, Mary began beating his back with her fists and kicking her legs. As soon as they had cleared the rocky incline a hard hand swatted down on the back of her skirts.
"Oh!" she blinked in surprise. "How dare you do that! Let me down!"
Crack! That hard hand descended again, and much to Mary's acute embarrassment, there were cat calls and cheers of approval from the ranch hands. Four or five of them had gathered by the fence to watch the entertainment. Miguel hadn't exaggerated in the least in his description of Nathan's new woman. Every eye was on her, or rather on her upturned backside, and each man had a huge grin on his face. This was an unexpected treat!
"Show's over boys," said Nathan. "Back to work." He strode towards the house, carrying Mary like a sack of potatoes, and though his captive kicked and wriggled, she was powerless to escape his iron grip.
Once inside the ranch house, Nathan lowered his wriggling bundle to the floor in the kitchen. A furious Mary immediately sprang to her feet and hissed at him like a wild cat as he grabbed her arm. She pushed against his chest, annoyed at the lazy smile as he assessed her puny strength. Arms flailing, her blows were easily blocked by the big cowboy.
"You brute!" she spat, swinging her arms wildly, and then by pure chance she managed to evade him and her hand slapped hard against the side of his face. She paused, shocked at what she had done. For a moment he was still, blue eyes glinting - and then he sprang towards her. For such a big man, he moved with the speed and grace of a mountain lion.
Before she had chance to draw breath he had deposited himself on one of the kitchen chairs, and for the first time in her life, Mary found herself sprawled face down across a man's lap.
"Get off!" she yelled.
"No way, lady. I warned you there would be consequences for disobedience. Not only did you pay no heed to my instruction, you put yourself in danger. People out here can die from snake bites." He raised her skirts. Mary gasped, not quite believing what was happening. "You would be dead if I hadn't shot that pair of rattlers."
Mary felt her skirts being raised up and over her thighs, and then to her horror they were tossed up and over her back where they fell in a great swathe of fabric around her head and shoulders.
"Noooo!" she shrieked. "How dare you!" She kicked and kicked, desperate to free herself, and then froze as she felt his iron palm rest on the seat of her drawers.
"Time to face the consequences," he said as his hand slapped down hard on her upturned bottom.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" she cried, outraged at such treatment.
"My house, my rules, remember?" Another spank descended, followed swiftly by another and another.
"Ow! Oh! You can't do this!"
"Oh yes I can. You've earned yourself a bottom warming." His big hand cracked down hard on her hindquarters.
"Oh! Ow!" she shrieked. "You big ugly oaf!"
"Big ugly oaf, huh?" His voice was stern but there was a grin on his face as he delivered several more stinging spanks, making her kick and squirm and squeal. He admired the way her rounded bottom bounced beneath his palm, the way her buttocks strained against the fabric of her drawers. Once again, he felt the tightening sensation in his groin and a smile played on his lips as he wondered if she would realise just what the hardness was that was pressing up against her belly.
Mary gasped. She had only ever seen an erect penis once (though at that time she didn't know the name for it until she later discovered it in a book on anatomy in father's library), and that was by pure chance. Laying on the grass reading in a little glade in the grounds of Ashford Hall she had heard giggles and strange little whimpers. Stealthily she had got up and peeked out from behind a bush - and with bulging eyes beheld George the groom minus his breeches, his manhood standing out like an iron bar before he lowered himself down into the welcoming embrace and splayed legs of one of the parlour maids. It was an image that haunted her dreams, and sometimes her waking moments too, making her experience that curious tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach. And right now she felt rather than saw, the rock hard protuberance that was so much a part of her tormentor, and it seemed that the more she wriggled and squirmed, the harder it became.
"Ohhh," she wailed, her face suffused with colour, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Little did she know it, but her other set of cheeks were starting to glow too, each spank adding to the heat building up in her rear end.
This was so unfair. After all, she'd only slapped him once, not two dozen times or more! Once again, she voiced her protests, her squeals now muffled as with all her struggling, her skirts ballooned down over her head. But there was a part of her that was thankful to him for saving her life. Even so, there was no need for this ungentlemanly behaviour!
"I'm sorry," she yelled. Another spank landed. "Hey - I said I'm sorry - so you can stop now."
"You don't call the shots here: I do, and I'm telling you this, Mary Grace, I'll stop when I'm good and ready and not when you think you've had enough."
"But I have had enough," she wailed. "And anyway, no one uses my middle name."
"They do now," he affirmed. "Mary Grace, you're a wilful young woman." Splat! Splat! "And if I have to deal with you in this manner again ..." Splat! Splat! Splat! "You'll get spanked on your bare bottom."
"Oh! How dare you say such a thing!" Mary was shocked ... the very thought of him baring her bottom ... oh how shameful!
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