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  And even though they had just finished having sex, his cock stirred to life just looking at the broad expanse of her hips. Even with the muscles bunched up in anticipation of a strike, he couldn’t resist pinching her—hard.

  Clara screeched, rising up on her hip to scowl at him. “That hurt!”

  “As I wanted it to.” He slapped the thick hardwood softly on his palm, her eyes watching carefully, her teeth biting on her lip. “Do you want to tell me where you’ve picked up the habit of saying the word fuck?

  “I… I’ve always said it… well, maybe not… I’ve always known it.” Her eyes darted from his face to the hand holding the paddle, hesitancy in her voice.

  “That’s not an answer. I’ve been with you for a while now, Clara, and you’ve never said this word, but tonight alone, you’ve said it twice.” He brushed the paddle in circles over her cheeks. “Now, I’m going to ask again, and I expect a truthful answer. Am I clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice had a tremble to it.

  Good. A healthy dose of fear will help me get the answer.

  “Where have you picked up the habit of saying fuck?”

  Her throat visibly worked to swallow. “I’ve… women say it too, you know? We just don’t let you men know we say it.” Clara’s eyebrows furrowed, her response laced with sarcasm.

  I’m not tolerating this!

  He rolled her back onto her belly, cracking the paddle down sharply onto each cheek.

  Kicking her feet into the wagon floor, Clara stiffened in pain. “Oh, God!”

  “You will not become sarcastic. Answer the question, Clara. Who did you pick this up from? I don’t know one husband or future husband who would tolerate a woman uttering that word.”

  Her eyes welled with tears; she shifted, resting on her left hip. “Oh, Angus. I just don’t… she’ll probably be spanked for it.”

  “More than likely if he’s a good husband, or by me if she’s not been delivered to her husband yet. Who is it, Clara?” He raised an eyebrow at her. They were so close to a confession; he needed her to tell him.

  She stared blankly at him—no attitude, no scrunched eyebrows, no emotion playing on her face at all.

  “Roll onto your belly.” Angus took a deep, resigned breath, placing a hand on her outer hip.

  Might as well get this over.

  “No-no!” She put her hands up as if in surrender, pleading for him not to push her face down. “It’s Minnie! Oh God, don’t tell Silas, Angus. But, yes, it’s Minnie.”

  “You know I can’t do that. That woman is a like a basket of kittens; she can only be contained just so much, and then all hell breaks loose.”

  “But, Silas will—”

  Silencing her with a finger to her lips he warned her, “You’ll not worry about Minnie. If you’re getting punished for saying fuck, then she’ll also be punished. No arguments.”

  Holding her down with a hand to her back, he proceeded to paddle her ass hard and fast, her bottom wobbling pleasantly on each strike. Each buttock clenched and dimpled, quickly turning an angry red. A light sheen of sweat covered her back, and the smell of her sex had him hardening again. He never liked hurting her or seeing her in tears, but something about a woman—his woman—submitting to his authority made him feel protective at the same time. He needed her to yield to him, obeying his commands. He admired her strength and fortitude. Clara had been through a lot with the loss of her first husband, losing her home, and traveling west. But, all of that be damned, he wasn’t going to tolerate a woman cussing no matter how much he adored her.

  Clara reached back to cover her inflamed flesh, but he easily clasped her hand to the small hand to her back. Twisting her back to rise onto her hip, but not finding any success, her breast came into clear view, the nipple hard and elongated, his mouth watering, wanting nothing more than to suck it roughly.

  And as much as he wanted to keep her breast in clear view, watching it wobble with the motion, he growled. “Back onto your belly, or you’ll receive extras.”

  A small sob escaped, but she did as requested.

  He gave her only a few more swats, tossing the paddle aside before brushing his hand over her hot cheeks. The paddling had effectively taken the wax off her bottom, leaving the skin smooth and silky, but she would be a sore girl tonight, but he rubbed, hoping it eased some of her pain.

  “Do you think it was worth saying fuck now?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I should hope not.” He leaned over blowing out the candle, the wagon going completely dark. “Come here, girl, lie on my chest.” Pulling her gently onto him, he caressed her backside before pulling a blanket over them.

  “My girl.” He kissed her on the forehead, lightly rubbing her back until her breathing became rhythmic.

  Sound asleep.

  Tomorrow he’d talk to Silas; there was no way his girl would be the only one crying herself to sleep with a red behind. That Minnie was the work of two women; Silas sure had his work cut out for him. But he appeared to be someone who needed and required an adventure daily, and by the looks of it, she’d keep him hoppin’.

  Only two more women to drop off in Idaho and then it’d be just his new family making their new home in Oregon. Even if they wanted to go back to Missouri, they couldn’t return this late in the year. They’d be here until spring now… if not longer.

  Angus hugged Clara tightly to him, her deep, still sleeping sigh made him smile. As long as he had his family, he’d be happy anywhere.

  * * *

  Clara woke up to Angus placing light kisses along her spine, from her tailbone to just behind her ear. She had to admit it was the preferred way of waking if one had to wake at five in the morning.

  “Can’t we sleep longer today? I mean… we don’t have to cook.” She couldn’t even open both eyes at the same time; she peeped at him with the one eye that would function.

  Angus leaned in, kissing her closed eye. “Don’t you think you should at least help Grace and Minnie in the kitchen?”

  She sighed loudly, “I suppose.” She closed both eyes, not wanting to wake up—or to see his frown.

  “Show me your bottom.”

  Well, that’ll wake a gal up.

  The first word that came to mind was: Why?

  But, she had learned—the hard way—to obey immediately, with no commentary. She shoved the blankets off, leaving herself exposed; in particular, her still sore backside.

  Angus pressed his fingers in some areas, making her flinch, then he patted her. “You’re still a little sore, aren’t you?”

  She hated these questions the next morning; it was embarrassing to admit that not only had she been spanked, but that she also still felt uncomfortable and showing him her bottom was almost as bad as baring herself before a spanking all over again. “Yes, Sir. It still hurts.”

  “You can ride with me today if you become sore walking. Now let’s get you dressed and helping Minnie and Grace in the kitchen.”

  Clara sat up, holding the sheet in front of her. That was until he tugged it away, cupping one of her breasts in the palm of his hand, hefting it as he weighed it.

  “These seem heavier to me. Are they getting bigger?”

  Rolling her eyes, she laughed. “No, Angus. A breast is a breast.”

  He pinched her nipple—hard—twisting the tip enough to make her gasp. “You know I don’t like the eye rolling, girl. Do we need to revisit that too?”

  “N-no, Sir.”

  “C’mon. Up.” Angus moved to stand, hunched over in the barely lit wagon, the rising sun filtering through the dirty, worn white canvas.

  “I was thinking maybe… can I… would you like me to suck you, Angus?” Her chest and face immediately fired up with embarrassment. Women weren’t supposed to talk about these things, let alone do them.

  And they weren’t supposed to enjoy it and want it, were they?

  Clara didn’t care; she loved the power she felt when she serviced him, that with a flick of her tongue or
a suction of her cheeks, she could almost make him fall, rendering him weak at the knees and trembling.

  “Jesus.” Angus exhaled loudly. “No hot-blooded man would say no to an offer like this. Hell, yes.” He moved closer to her, starting to unbutton his pants, but she slapped both hands away.

  “Put your hands behind your back… please.” Clara added the manners to the command, along with a smile, hoping it would be more palatable to the stern wagon master. He didn’t take kindly to orders being issued in his direction. A dominant, alpha male through and through, but as long as it was done in the right manner, with the proper reward, he submitted amiably.

  He narrowed his eyes infinitesimally. “Watch it.” Slowly his hands clasped behind his back

  A definite warning.

  She fumbled with the buttons, tugging to pull the pants down, his cock springing free, bouncing in front of her face. Smiling, she shifted her head, pulling the garment down to his knees; she then sat back on her feet, staring at his gloriously chiseled body. Angus was muscle bound from his chest and arms to his abs—his tight, full ass and his amazingly muscular thighs and calves.

  Clara leaned forward, once again dodging his bobbing shaft to nip and bite his thighs down to his calves, the wiry, course hair tickling her nose and lips. By the time she moved to the other leg, his body was in a full tremble. She licked his inner thigh, the taste of salt coating her tongue.

  A drop of pre-cum at the tip appeared ready to fall to the ground; she lapped at it, a gasp and hiss through his teeth were her rewards.

  She chuckled, pulling away and looking up into those coal eyes that now danced with fire and lust. “Turn around… Sir.”

  His head tilted, wondering why, but he slowly pivoted. Each cheek of his buttocks was tightly muscled, not an ounce of fat. She spread her hands over each cheek, squeezing and plumping each one before pulling them, widening the divide. Sliding her tongue into the crevice, she licked along the length, circling the tight whorl of his anus. The little ring of muscle tightened, his hips jerking forward.

  “Clara—”

  “Shhhh. I’m just playing.” She licked his puckered hole again before biting her way across his ass, dragging her teeth along the hollow of his hip before pulling his balls into her mouth, lightly sucking and licking them, her hands cupping his ass, keeping him still.

  “Jesus!”

  She moaned, having no doubt that the vibration reverberated through his slippery sac still inside her mouth. Releasing the testicles, she ran the point of her tongue up the bulging vein on the outside of his cock, circling the ridge before sliding him in. She took the length of him in one glide, pulling him into her throat, breathing deeply through her nose before easing him partly out and then thrusting deeply again.

  Angus’s hand wove through her hair, gripping and pulling so tightly her scalp burned.

  She let him fall out abruptly. “Uh-uh, are you breaking the rules?” She slapped his ass playfully, the sting warm on her hand, so she had no doubt that it felt worse on his sensitive bottom.

  He tugged her hair, pulling her head roughly back, growling nose-to-nose with her. “If you dare to do that again, I’ll switch your little ass. Are we clear?”

  She hadn’t realized that she’d been holding her breath, her heart thumping inside her tightened chest. He could be so formidable when necessary, and she meant it playfully, but wouldn’t venture down that path again. She had been switched by him once and didn’t want even to think about living through that again.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I was just playing.” She swallowed, the sound of it loud in the quiet wagon.

  Releasing her hair, he stroked her cheek, the dimple in his cheek showing, his eyes twinkling. “I know you were playing, but only I smack bottoms around here.” He nodded at her before putting his hands behind his back again. “Continue.”

  Damn man just has to give orders!

  She stifled an eye-roll, not wanting to push the man any further than she already had done. Sucking him deep again, she cupped his balls with one hand while the other gripped his ass pulling into her further. She increased the pace of licking and sucking, stroking the length of him, until he stiffened, spurting his seed onto the back of her tongue and throat. She laved him, lapping up the remaining cum, licking him dry. Once finished, she sat back on her heels, her lips numb, smiling up at him, waiting for any further instructions.

  Angus pulled up his pants, rebuttoning them, nodding to her pillow. “Lie on your back, knees up and spread your pussy so I can see all of you.”

  Clara scurried to the pillow doing as instructed, spreading her legs wide, her labia split open, the cool morning air rushing over the moist vulva and clit, her entrance clenching, and hips thrusting.

  “It’s such a lovely pink, and you’re so wet I can see the light reflecting off of you.” He dropped to his knees, lying on his belly, pulling a leg over each shoulder, cupping her buttocks in each hand.

  He kissed the inside of each thigh, nibbling her hips and mound, teasing her mercilessly. His warm breath and pecks heating her cooled skin.

  Clara lifted her hips, swiveling with her arousal, mewling in need. “Angus.” She dragged his name out in a whine.

  “Patience, woman.” His expert fingers teased the slick flesh, dipping into her. She clenched around his fingers, wishing they were his cock instead. That’s what she thought, until his finger slipped out, replaced quickly by his tongue. He pressed deeply into her channel, swirling and circling, then licking gently around the outside of her clit, focusing on the left side of the little nub, the area of her weakness. He knew she came apart easily on this side much more than the other.

  Clara dug her fingers into his hair, tugging roughly, pushing his face into her hot cunt. Her thighs shivered, her belly tight and quivering, her sex straining to orgasm.

  Angus pulled away, her screech of frustration making him laugh deep in his chest. He blew on the sensitive tissue, her hips taking on a wild thrusting pattern.

  She knew she was close and in a few more seconds would be beyond holding back; it was then that he slapped her labia so hard she thrust her hips up, clenching her buttocks and sex so tightly she screamed almost instantly with her orgasm.

  Angus buried his face into her hot cunt, her juices seeped out, her husband lapping them up quickly. Her bottom collapsed down to the bed, her body quaking with each subsequent spasm. She had seen sparks and swore she lost her hearing. This man would kill her one day, she had no doubt.

  Her scent filled her nostrils and he kissed the inside of her thighs, his face wet with her cum marking him for the day. He slid up her body, resting his weight on his forearms. “Are you happy, missus?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She startled awake, pushing him successfully off of her. “Oh my God, I have to go save them from the girls and help with breakfast. They’ll be thinking all kinds of vile things about us. Carrying on like we’re green sprouts, we’ll be the talk of the breakfast table.”

  “Hey, hey.” He tugged on her hand, pulling her to land on his lap roughly, her soft bottom pillowing over his now flaccid, sticky cock. “Our girls will be okay with Minnie and Grace; they’re well behaved. And if they haven’t behaved, I’ll take care of scolding them. And nobody is going to talk about us being late for breakfast; Silas told us to enjoy our time alone. I’m sure he doesn’t even expect us until eight in the morning.” He grabbed her chin in his hand. “And if anyone is talking about you at breakfast, I want to know immediately.”

  The stern edge to his voice made her shiver. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You better shiver, I’m not tolerating any gossip. You know how I feel about that.” He helped her stand. “Now get dressed. I’ll go greet the women letting them know you’re on your way.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She did know how he felt about gossip. As wagon master, he wanted everyone behaving, and he hated being the last to know what was going on. When Minnie had been talking about her months ago, she kept it from Angus and he paddled her for i
t too. But of more concern at the moment was her pregnancy. She had to find a way to tell him, because he wouldn’t be happy to know she’d been keeping it from him.

  Chapter 9

  Minnie had enjoyed the girls this morning, braiding their hair and teaching them how to make the fresh blueberry pancakes. Something they hadn’t had in months and months being on the trail, and Grace had fresh blueberries from her garden.

  Grace had whispered in Minnie’s ear. “Don’t expect Clara and Angus soon. It sounded like she was getting spanked and then on my way back, I heard Angus shout from… well, I’m sure you know the sound of a man in… well you know.”

  Minnie blushed, her cheeks and neck becoming immediately hot just thinking about Angus shouting with release. Land’s sake, women weren’t even supposed to talk about these things. “Yes, Ma’am. I do know.” Then she swore she’d swoon, by admitting that she had stated that Silas comes, and she knows what it sounds like.

  “Hey, listen here. I’m a woman with a husband too. How do you think I came to have three boys? Ain’t nothing happening in your bedroom that don’t occur in bedrooms all around the world. I’m just sayin’ don’t expect that lovely couple anytime soon… they seem a little occupied.” Grace giggled with a very contagious, cheerful laugh that matched her personality.

  Henry walked into the room clucking his tongue. “I know the sound of that laugh anywhere. It usually precedes trouble or comes right after. Are you in trouble, little girl?” He quirked an eyebrow at his wife, trying (unsuccessfully) to hide a smile.

  “No, Henry. I’m not in trouble. Minnie and I are just laughing together. I’m a good girl—mostly.”

  “Mmmm-hmm, mostly.”

  Silas walked into the kitchen. “Isn’t this a sight for sore eyes, Pa? A kitchen full of women cooking.”

  All the women and girls turned toward the tall man. His long hair freshly brushed, hanging to the middle of his back, and as far as Minnie was concerned, he was the most handsome man she’d ever met. He sidled up to her, pulling her in for a quick kissing, dipping his tongue into her mouth, instantly sending her clit to throbbing. He pulled away and his emerald green eyes stared into her crystal blue ones.