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flush of excitement and passion was making her hot
all over in spite of the cool weather. When the barn
door slammed shut behind them, she began to
panic and wonder if she had lost her mind.
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I didn't want to have to do this, Evelyn, but you
forced me into it, said Tom with regret. I'm going
to have to spank you this time, even though I don't
want to. That wasn't totally true, he really did
want to spank her, but he hated hurting her.
Evelyn didn't say anything, she simply struggled
as he gently laid her down over his long thighs.
She was so small her feet didn't even touch the
barn floor where he sat on the nearest bale of hay.
The next thing she knew her skirts were falling
around her ears and she could feel the cooler air as
Tom peeled her lacy, knee length undergarment
down to her knees. She kicked out and squealed at
the embarrassment of it all, but her heart was like a
runaway locomotive, full speed ahead and racing!
Tom didn't keep her in suspense and she looked
back in time to see his long arm begin its downward
descent, his big palm flat and the long fingers
splayed. His hand almost reached across both her
cheeks at once and she felt the burn a few seconds
after it connected with her soft flesh.
Her breath caught in her chest and she tried to
exhale and suck in more air as the next spank
caught her again, right in the same danged spot!
The sting was sharp and hot and by the time the
third slap landed, she had found her voice and let
go with a full throated scream. This was nothing
like the taps he had given her on her skirted bottom
that night...the night she had been dreaming and
drooling about for weeks. This hurt like a forest
fire, hot and burning and she began to struggle, her
arm flailing and her short legs pumping up and
down like a butter churn.
Within seconds she was sobbing harshly and
begging Tom to let her up. Please, Tom, please let
me go, I can't stand it.
Tom stopped spanking and asked her a
question. Are you going to stay off Goliath? I
don't want you on that horse again, Evelyn. I seen
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my younger brother killed when he was thrown off a
horse like Goliath and I won't let it happen to you.
I never figured you to ever get on him like that so I
never worried about warning you away from him. I
figured you had too much good sense to do a fool
thing like that. He pulled her upright and looked
earnestly into her wet face. Promise me you won't,
or I'll keep on spanking you until you do!
Evelyn looked through her tears into the honest
feelings on the face of her husband and could see
regret and determination there, warring for
dominance in his eyes. She threw her arms around
his broad neck and sobbed into his shoulder. I
p...promise, Tom, I won't ride Goliath like that no
more, not if it worries you so.
Something changed inside Tom as he felt the
softness of his wife clinging to his frame so
submissively and her sobbing promise to obey him
and not worry him. He felt...proud. Proud to be
her husband, proud that she had humbled herself
and proud that she belonged to him, every minute
inch of her.
Suddenly he couldn't wait to have her. The
softness of her bare bottom pressing against his
leg and his hand feeling the heat of her cheeks
under her dress was making him incredibly hot! A
quick check with his fingers in that special place told
him she was just as ready for him as he was for
her.
I need you, little girl, he whispered against her
mouth as he stood up with her. She clung to him,
nodding her head against her shoulder as she
blushed fiercely. She couldn't deny him, even
though it was broad daylight in the Preacher's
barn! It was like something came over the two of
them and they were as newlyweds against, unable
to keep their hands off each other.
When Tom's huge girth parted her softness, she
couldn't help the scream of pure pleasure that
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escaped her lips and she rose to meet him like
wanton woman, clinging to him as he drove
carefully home. He was aware of her smallness as
he always was, but she seemed to take his
immense proportions without any problem, her
slickness enfolding him like a tight glove. He
groaned in appreciation as he drove her back
against the softness of the fragrant hay, finally
taking his pleasure as she found hers and then
rolling over to lay panting beside her. It had been
so damned good it was almost a sin!
Evelyn finally got her breathing under control
and she sat up, visibly shaking as her hands pulled
up her pantaloons and smoothed down her dress.
Shyly she avoided Tom's eye's, unable to face him
in the humiliating brightness of daylight, unsure of
herself as she had never been before.
Tom followed suit and fastened his clothes, but
then he pulled Evelyn down to sit between his legs,
his actions surprising her yet again. I ain't told
you lately how pretty you are, have I? He mused
the question as he watched her expressive face
blush yet another becoming shade of pink. She was
so soft, so bemused, so unlike the Evelyn that had
become a soured woman over the last several
years. He was falling in love with her all over again,
but this time...this time, he didn't want to see the
soft submissive side of his wife disappear. It
seemed the Preacher and most of Brocton knew
something he hadn't known. Now he did...and he
didn't want to let go of it.
Clearing his throat his long thumb brushed along
the base of her chin. This may come as a shock to
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