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It was late when Fiona woke the next morning, since it
was nearly dawn before she fell asleep.
The blacksmith, Joshua,
was already up and out of the room.
Finding the sour smell of liquor lingering in the air was
making her stomach turn, Fiona quickly rose with a fresh dose of
righteous indignation rising in her.
After dressing, she grabbed Joshua’s soiled clothes
from the floor, stripped the bed, and then bundling everything
together, she went downstairs. It was not her usual day to do the laundry, but she’d do it
anyway. Perhaps the
activity would work off the anger that had not nearly been spent
the night before.
Downstairs, the two men
looked fresh enough, sitting by a well stoked fire, drinking
coffee. Charles was
smoking a pipe.
“Yer late,” Joshua
exclaimed, seeing Fiona emerge. She scowled at the remark.
“But the sleep did you well, you’re beautiful as
ever,” he added. Apparently
he’d returned to his usual good humor.
The fiery redhead gave Joshua a brisk smile before she
moved toward the kitchen.
“Fi, don’t be rude to
our guest. I’m
sure he’d like to meet you.
This is Charles Dabenow, an old friend of mine from
London.”
Fiona curtsied as the man
turned around to eye her. “Sorry
to cause you such trouble last night, miss, ‘friad I was a bit
over done.”
“I would certainly agree with you there,” she snapped
haughtily. He had a
charming smile that Fiona readily dismissed as insincere.
She could think of nothing else to say.
“Shall I make you breakfast?” she addressed both men.
Joshua looked strangely
befuddled by her attitude.
“Please,” he said.
She nodded to the two men.
“I’ll call you when your meal is ready and you can
serve him yourself.”
“You’ll serve us
here,” Joshua corrected.
“I think not!” she
answered boldly, just before she scooted out the door.
Some minutes later, Joshua
joined her in the kitchen.
“Don’t sneak up on
me,” she said, whipping around to face his exuberant grin.
“You’re still angry,”
he acknowledged, amused by her mood, as if observing a young
child in the midst of a temper.
“As well I should be,
Joshua Kane!” She
said no more, busying herself with breakfast.
“Do I owe you some
report?” he asked.
“Oh, you gave me yours
last night,” she reminded him. She wasn’t often a haughty woman, though now she was.
“But you’re not
satisfied?” Joshua asked.
“I have no right to be
otherwise,” she said. She
was getting biscuits ready for the oven.
“But still, you’re
upset, let’s be out with it,” he insisted.
Fiona turned and stared him
down, not knowing exactly where to begin with her fury—and
fury it was welling up inside her again.
“I was worried sick over
you, when you weren’t home. It was three o’clock, sir, when you told me you’d be home
at sunset. And
then, you take your pleasure with me, give me no comfort at all,
treat me as a servant, ready to do your friend’s bidding,
while he’s destroyed my room, mud everywhere.
I’ll take all of that, but I don’t like it!”
She turned back to her work.
“Is that all?” he asked.
She whipped around again.
“NO! I don’t like the
foul way your breath smelled!
Now, I thank you to leave me to my work.” She pushed by him, to fetch more eggs.
The blacksmith had never
seen her quite like this. She
was rather arousing when she was in a stew.
Her cheeks flashed as brightly as her red hair.
He supposed that she was likely right; he’d treated her
shabbily. And yet,
her behavior was unacceptable.
Though he didn’t like tussling with an angry woman, he
wouldn’t tolerate her being rude to his friend.
“You may be righteously
angry with me, Fi, and that we will discuss as civilized people
at another time. But
now, lass, I
can’t allow you to refuse serving my guest.”
“Oh, but I will refuse,
sir,” she countered him.
“Still?”
He looked at her surprised by the quick retort.
“Indeed, I refuse!”
Joshua’s eyes narrowed
seeing that she was not relenting. “Perhaps you’d like a trip to the barn, a reminder on
your ass of whose home you abide in?
You’re not a haughty wench, but you are acting like one
now.”
“I told you, I’ll not
apologize for my feelings.”
Joshua’s gentle,
reassuring calm was turning to anger.
“Then perhaps, it’s to
the barn to teach you some manners.” He grabbed her hand.
“What are you doing?”
she asked.
“I’ve not made myself
clear?”
He was finished with words,
and before she realized what was happening, they were out the
back door, had crossed his yard and were in the barn.
Moving swiftly, Joshua took a length of leather from the
wall to use as a strap.
“Bare your ass,” he
ordered.
“I will not!” she
blared, as she tried to bolt for the door.
“You will indeed!”
“Not on your life,” she
roared.
He grabbed her arm.
“All right then, I’ll
bare your behind myself. It’s
not as if I haven’t already seen it.”
Dragging her kicking and
screaming to a bench in the back of the stable, Joshua sat down.
Doubling the leather in his hand, he raised her skirt to
find her bare bottom; and though she continued to wiggle and
squirm, he began flailing the strap against her ass, determined
not to stop until he’d raised a scarlet blush, and taught his
bratty lover a necessary lesson.
“Stop it!” Fiona wailed.
She struggled to free herself, but it was no use, the
passionate fury of the strap continued.
“You can’t do this!”
she roared once more.
“Seems, I am,” Joshua
roared back. “Teach
you to curb your anger and your tongue.”
The strap hit hard, the
impact making her burn everywhere, this so much harder than the
playful spanking he’d given her the day before. To make matters worse, he kept up the whipping one fierce
stroke after another until her bottom felt as if he’d lit it
on fire. She
couldn’t bear another smack.
Oh! But another she’d bear indeed!
He paused to let her catch her breath, but it was only so
she could restore herself enough to take more still.
The smacks of the strap continued, until the color of her
rear cheeks turned vivid, a blotchy purple in some places where
the strap hit the hardest.
This was as fierce as any
whipping Fiona had ever had. She was exhausted when it was finally over, sobbing, limp,
and much too undone to struggle anymore.
Gazing at his handiwork, Joshua was satisfied, Fiona’s
bottom glowing with a red fire extending from the top of her ass
to her thighs. It should be enough to teach her proper etiquette.
“Now, lass, you’ll
return to the house, apologize to Mr. Dabenow, and serve us our
meal. You’ll not
cross me again, will you?”
Joshua pulled her to her feet, Fiona standing at his side
looking at his steadfast expression.
“No, sir,” she replied,
meekly. She
snuffed, still crying softly, she was too stunned to say more.
Hearing the contrite nature
of her response, Joshua rose from the bench, and returned the
leather to its place on the wall.
“I’ll use it again, if I have to.
Don’t you forget that,” he warned.
At the door, he waited so
she would leave ahead of him. And once returning to the kitchen, Fiona finished the
half-done breakfast and served it politely to Joshua and his
guest.
Just as she was about to
leave the two men in the dining room, Joshua halted her
mid-step.
“Fi!” he addressed her.
“Don’t you have something to say to Charles?”
Fiona turned back and
blushed, remembering Joshua’s instructions.
She cleared her throat and
finally spoke. “I’m
sorry, sir, I was so impertinent,” she told the fair young
man. She curtsied
politely. “I
rather lost my head.”
The young man with an amused
smile, nodded. Though
he was not sure what had transpired between Joshua and Fiona, he
could guess it was some drastic measure that changed the lovely
young Fiona’s belligerent manner into one more gracious,
befitting her natural kindness.
He had to admit, he liked the results.
Fiona remained in a daze,
not certain that her protest had been duly squelched, for the
bit of anger that still remained in her.
And yet, every time she thought of Joshua’s command
over her, the breathtaking way he’d delivered the biting
punishment, she had the oddest feelings surge through her.
Ones she was not about to admit were intensely
passionate.
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