Big Book of Spanking I

Chapter 2

Just after the fourth of July, he was taking her picnicking in the woods; and she surprised him by appearing britches.

“You’re quite a woman, Rebecca Rivers,” he exclaimed.

“I’m a comfortable woman,” she remarked. “You said we’d ride horseback and I’ll be damned if I’ll ride side saddle.” She dared him to disapprove the way other men might.

Indeed, Jake hardly disapproved. Rebecca’s spunk was one of the things he liked most about her.

“You know I’m riding into Sacramento tomorrow?” she said proudly.

“To do what?”

“Business.”

“Why don’t you wait for me to go with you. There’s been some rough stuff going on along that road. It’s not safe.”

“I can handle myself,” she insisted.

“You think you can?” he asked doubtfully. “Are you carrying money?”

“I might, but I’ll not tell you,” she didn’t like his parental tone of voice, assuming that because she was a woman, she had no business traveling alone. “I’ve made the trip before.”

“With thieves roaming around these hills?”

“Isn’t there always something roaming about these hills?”

“Do you have to go tomorrow?”

“No,” she admitted, but she’d already made her plans and she never liked changing them.

“Well, then, it’s settled, you’re waiting for me, we’ll go Friday,” he declared. He hadn’t had such a stern tone with her since the incident with the trees.

She kept silent, thinking better of riling him again. She’d be to Sacramento and back in one healthy piece before he even knew it. Jake Elder was an interesting man, but she didn’t need him or anyone else to protect her.

When he dropped her at her door that evening, he startled her with a solemn warning, “Behave yourself, Rebecca.”

“Behave myself?”

“You know what I mean.”

“And what would you do if I don’t?”

“I’d strap your backside again,” he warned.

“And what gives you the right!” she exclaimed.

“I care about you,” Jake stated.

His comment startled her; the plain truth staring her in the face. He’d never expressed his affection in words before, and she didn’t know what to make of it. As she watched him leave, Rebecca knew she’d go ahead with the plans for her trip, no matter what he said, but…

On Friday morning after her trip, Jake walked into the mercantile. He didn’t yell this time, though he was obviously angry, his eyes glaring fiercely.

“You made the trip,” he charged.

She smiled, trying to be as calm as she could.

“And look, here I am in one piece, nothing to worry about.”

“We decided we’d go together, or did you forget?”

“I made no promises,” she recalled.

“You led me to believe you’d wait,” he corrected her. “And I warned you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You want my belt or my hand this time?” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question that he expected an answer to.

“No, Jake Elder, you’re not going to spank me this time,” she argued.

“Someone has to break you of your bad habits, Miss Rivers. You’re being reckless and you know it! And what is this about a skirmish on the trip?”

“Skirmish?” she asked innocently.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“It was nothing, nothing at all,” she insisted. “I scared him off with my rifle.” She was very proud of her exploit, running a potential bandit off the road. She even thought she’d nicked the fellow in the leg. It was quite a scuffle, but not one she couldn’t handle.

“I think we need to go in the back again,” Jake said firmly, as he pushed her through the door, past the storeroom into her adjoining rooms beyond.

Despite her protests, that uncommon rush surged in her again. What the hell was it, she thought to herself that made her stand stock still and not move? And what was it about him that mesmerized her so completely? Did she really want this? This time to her horrified gaze, he fingered the buckle of his belt, opening the clasp and pulling the thick leather from his waist.

“I’d use a strap if I had one, but this should do.”

“God no!” she exclaimed.

“How else am I going to get my point across to you Rebecca? Your foolish behavior is going to get you hurt, and I really don’t want that to happen.”

“But the belt!”

“You earned this one.

He took her by the shoulders, not roughly, but with that same deliberate intention he’d displayed when she took the trees, and he’d forced her over his lap weeks earlier in the store. It was the same deliberate intention that he’d displayed when he held her as they’d danced, and when he’d walked her home one moonlit night a few days before. He was always commanding.

Swift, but not hurried, he bent her over his lap as he sat on one of her dining room chairs. She could see the belt doubled in his hand before it disappeared from view. The ominous possibilities inherent in the leather sent shivers through her entire form. She’d never quaked in such fear and anticipation before. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and for one brief second before the belt flew through the air, she sensed from some deep place inside, that she wanted that blow across her bottom. She wanted the pain, the humiliation, the virile will of Jake Elder searing through that belt to her poised rear.

And yet, all that feeling ended with the first strike.

He brought the belt down with furious zeal so she felt it throughout her body.

He hit the mark of her raised posterior with a definite whack. “Yeow!” she bellowed. He smacked her hard.

Jake didn’t stop even for a second. And her skirt, as before, was little protection from the pain, as he let the leather fly across her rear. She was angry, fiery angry, flailing her arms and legs again in a demand he refused to hear... something in his voice trailing away, “when I’m ready, my dear, not you…”

She tried to kick away, but his left arm held her firmly about the waist. It was no use. There was nothing for her to do but submit. The belt stung as he laid on the strokes in relentless rhythm, one after another in the same tender place on her backside. The glaring sting burned her posterior, bringing a flood of tears to her eyes. This was far more dreadful than the previous times.

‘Pleasseee stop,” she sobbed.

His brief pause was only to explain that he would not stop until there was no doubt that she’d learned her lesson. Then air sizzled as the belt cracked through it one more time.

Whack!

Her bottom burned so vividly, she was consumed by cries and tears; she thought she could bear no more, her whimpers having no effect. She was at his mercy.

He finished off with a half dozen sharp blows, though by that time her bottom was nearly numb. He dropped the belt to the floor, and with her still draped over his lap, his bare hand idly rested on her burning bottom. She sighed, as her sobs diminished, and then he gently pushed her to her feet.

For a moment, Rebecca felt a curious peace. But the feeling lasted only an instant as she realized how Jake had humiliated her again. She wasn’t used to submitting to anything in her life, least of all a man!

Her eyes flared though she had little strength or will to fight. And her bottom burned hotly under her dress.

“Get out,” were all the words she could find, though they were all she wanted.

He looked at her calmly, still sitting on her dining room chair.

“Don’t try to deceive me, Rebecca, ever again,” he warned.

“Get out!” she repeated. She’d repeat it forever if she had to, though there was something grabbing at her, some awful force trying to take hold of her. She couldn’t describe it, she could only feel it. “Get out!” she repeated one more time, her hand pointing directly at the door.

Jake’s calm, that horrible calm staring back at her, made her all the more furious.

“You’re a haughty one, Rebecca. You deserved what I gave you and you know it, whether you admit it or not. And the next time?” he shook his finger at her, “I’ll raise your skirts, strip your britches from you and tan your bare hide. Don’t even think of doing anything so foolish again.”

“Well, don’t you even think of doing this again,” she spat back, “You think you have this... this power over me, Jake Elder, this right to punish me like you do. Well, you don’t. I don’t want you as my protector, I don’t want you thinking you can do this whenever you damn well please. I don’t need you, ever, do you understand, ever? And if I want to lie to you, or deceive you, I will. Do you understand?”

For a brief instant, Jake’s expression softened, he looked at her mussed brown hair, her tear stained face, her generously heaving breast, and the haughty firmness of her mouth. “You know, I could love you if you’d let me,” he said, “but it’s clear that you have no intention of letting anyone have that chance.” He scowled, and rising from the chair, he walked out the door.

Rebecca’s bottom seemed to burn for days after. All the pain was gone in the first hours; but the memory of Jake’s scowling face made the burn live in her mind long after the whipping was over—a far worse punishment. And that punishment, coupled with Jake’s statements of concern, confused her. She didn’t know what to think about him and their curious relationship. Though in the days that followed Rebecca realized that she regretted her nasty outburst after the last punishment for the wedge it drove between them.

After that day, Jake changed. He was all business in the mercantile, rarely smiling and rarely personal. At first, she greeted him with smiles, though after a while she resented his aloofness, so she snapped at him. Oddly, he was no different whether she smiled or snapped. He simply didn’t care either way.

Obviously, she was no longer special in his life. And as the days and weeks went on she realized how much she missed him: missed their banter, missed his affectionate glances, missed his warm arms and even his threats and the ensuing spankings. He was a stubborn man, as stubborn as she was. And she knew he’d never give in without her making the initial move. She hated the thought of going to him and she hated the idea of being this submissive, but there was something missing in her life, something he’d taken away when he walked out her door.

Rebecca Rivers was determined and obstinate enough to vow that she wouldn’t let things stay this way, not if she could help it!

One Sunday afternoon, taking matters into her own hands, Rebecca decided to be bold, a trait she’d never been without. She hitched her horse to her buggy and made the dreaded journey to Jake’s house.

Knocking on his door, she waited calmly for him to answer. “I came to make amends,” she announced when his face appeared.

“Amends?”

“Yes.”

“Just like that,” he replied.

“I’ve learned my lesson,” she said. She stood facing him, “I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” she was adamant.

“So,” he stroked his chin, “if I take you out to my barn and lay the razor strap across your naked behind, you’ll not order me from your presence? You’ll not rant and rave at me like a childish brat?”

“I’m sorry about that,” she said, trying very hard to sound submissive. It wasn’t easy and she hoped he’d realize that.

“So, you’ve learned your lesson?”

“I think so, I was hoping…” her words were halting, Rebecca not used to apologies, “I hate the way you treat me in the store. It’s a small town you know, and I don’t …”

“So how serious are you about this?” he asked.

The question surprised her and she waited to answer. “I want to be friends again,” she finally said.

He nodded.

Jake had been working, and he was grimy, sweaty, his clothes filthy, his long lack hair disheveled. Even so attired and dirty, he was handsome and appealing to her.

“Friends, huh?

“Please, Jake,” she said, “I’m not good apologizing, you know that, I hope I haven’t done this for nothing.”

This time he smiled, “All right then, how about some lemonade,” he offered. “It’s awfully hot.”

The lemonade was sweet and homemade. Looking out from the porch that had once been hers, Rebecca almost felt at home. They sat across from each other, and for a time basked in a comfortable silence.

“We’ll be friends again, Rebecca,” Jake finally spoke. He sipped his lemonade and stared out to the garden beyond.

“More than friends perhaps?” Rebecca dared to ask. “Like we were before?”

He turned to her this time. “If you want us to be more than friends like we were before, then I’ll make things very clear.”

“Okay, and how’s that?”

“You respect my opinions concerning you and your welfare. You allow me to care about you and protect you.” Rebecca cringed just a tiny bit. “And you can expect a very thorough treatment for your misbehavior, and I will not be reprehended for it, do you understand?” He spoke softly, though the stern edge of his voice was unmistakable. “In fact, I should take it out of your bottom right now, your ridiculous display after our last encounter.”