Authors: Sue Lyndon
Shana's Guardian (12 page)
Minutes later found him naked in bed next
to an equally naked Shana.
The
skin to skin
contact soothed his soul.
As the church bells continued to clang
outside, he told her about the outcasts shooting the horses for meat and how
losing so many horses slowed the wagons down, making travel particularly
difficult in the snow.
Her forehead crinkled prettily and she
sighed.
“That’s never happened
before, has it?”
He frowned.
“No it hasn’t.
They have guns now.”
He paused, guessing the next question
she would ask – the same question that had persisted in his mind for over
a week now.
“We won’t be able to
travel that road for quite some time.
That means we’ll need to travel with less and take another route,
perhaps to one of the southern trading posts.
Trade changes as circumstances
change.
It’s nothing to worry about,
my sweet.”
The concern disappeared from her eyes and
she melted against him under the covers as the tension left her limbs.
“I’m so happy you’re home.
I’ve missed you, Uncle Daman.”
She grinned and draped a leg over his body,
pressing her wet pussy against his thigh.
Daman met her gaze and arched an eyebrow.
“I trust you behaved yourself these past
three weeks?”
The light in her eyes dimmed and she
stared at his chest.
“Beth tried to
convince me to visit the gypsy village with her and Margery, and a few other
girls as well.”
He sat up and pulled her into his lap,
cradling her like a child.
“Tried
to convince you?”
“At first I told Beth and Margery I would
think about it, but I was lying to them.”
She gave him a hesitant look, as if judging his reaction.
“I had no intention of joining them, and
I tried to talk Beth out of going.
Mr. Clayton overheard Beth talking to me about it and he put a stop to
the whole thing.”
The flickering candlelight spread an
intermittent orange glow across her face, and Daman studied her for a long
minute.
He believed her every word,
and he appreciated her honesty.
Better to find out about this incident from her than from Charles.
One part of her story bothered him
though.
“If Beth and the rest of the girls hadn’t
been found out, would you have gone to Charles before they left?”
Shana took a deep breath and continued to
gaze into his eyes, not blinking.
“I don’t know what I would have done.
I was waiting until the last minute to
make that decision.”
Her face
reddened.
“I was happy Mr. Clayton
overheard Beth talking, even though he punished her.”
“As he should.”
“I – I’m so confused.”
Nervousness crept back into Shana’s
eyes.
“Why are you confused?”
She looked thoughtful as she glanced
around their bedroom.
“I keep
thinking about what might’ve happened if Mr. Clayton hadn’t caught Beth.
I can’t swear I would’ve tattled on Beth
and the other girls.”
Guilty.
Shana felt guilty.
Daman leaned down and kissed her
forehead to assuage her worries.
It
pleased him that she had such a healthy conscience, but he didn’t want her to
suffer needlessly from internalizing all the what-ifs concerning Beth and the
other girls’ plan to visit the gypsies.
Over his knee, he would wipe away every last twinge of her guilt.
“I’m not angry with you, Shana,” he
said.
“This is a fuzzy situation,
but I’d like to think you would’ve done the right thing and gone to
Charles.
Nevertheless, I won’t have
you beating yourself up over it and carrying around a heavy burden of guilt.
It’s not good for you.
That’s why I’m going to spank you.”
She drew in a shaky breath.
“I’m to be punished?”
“No,” he said firmly.
“I’m not spanking you to punish
you.
I’m spanking you because it’ll
help erase your guilt and make you feel better.
Trust me, Shana, it’s for the best.”
The idea must’ve at least made some sense
to her, because she nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
He shifted to the edge of the bed and
guided her over his knee.
Wrapping
one leg around hers to prevent kicking, he gathered her wrists in one hand and
pressed them against the small of her back.
He didn’t always restrain her so, but
she hadn’t experienced the sting of a spanking in three weeks.
Her ability to keep calm and behave
during a punishment would undoubtedly require a bit of practice.
Shana was his woman to train, and he
anticipated the next few days would be spent mostly indoors making up for lost
time.
“This will still hurt, Shana,” he
warned.
“I’m going to make you
cry.”
And he did.
His hand struck her bottom cheeks repeatedly
as he painted her flesh a deep red.
He concentrated on the area where her thighs curved into her ass,
spanking the most sensitive spot of her backside until her shoulders shuddered
and a sob burst from her throat.
She didn’t plead or struggle, but she did cry, and when Daman had
finished blistering her bottom with a fast, hard spanking, she wrapped her arms
around his neck and buried her face in his chest.
“Do you feel better, my sweet?” he asked,
smoothing his hand through her hair.
She sniffled.
“Yes, thank you.
I love you so much.”
The church bells finally ceased clanging,
and the abrupt silence added to the serenity of the moment.
An overwhelming
warmth surged through Daman’s chest as he cradled Shana’s head over his heart,
where he would hold her close forever.
The end.
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