Spanking Her Highness (11 page)

The barbeque crackled softly as the family joked and relaxed. Even her mother sat with them, her swollen feet propped up on a lawn chair. She was laughing—laughing!—when Gabby bent to sit. A strong hand took her arm before she settled. She didn't have to turn and peer at him to know who it was.

"You're comin' with me, li'l girl," Ace told her, his baritone voice resolute. "Night all."

There was a friendly chorus of good-nights in return.

Gabby didn't try to get away, but that didn't stop her from trying to talk her way out of it. "But, Ace, it's so late. Aren't you tired? I feel like I've been slaving away at this party all day. I'm totally pooped!" If she could get him to put things off until tomorrow, maybe he'd be more lenient with her. Not terribly likely, but it was worth a try. And, after all, her intentions had been good, even if the results had been dubious.

He pulled her along and snagged a wooden spatula out of the basket of cooking tools near the barbeque as they passed it. "Don't try to persuade me, Gabby. You did wrong and you know it."

"But…but it worked out! I saw them kissing later!"

They went through the moonlit backyard to the rear gate that led to the barnyard and sheds.

"I saw it, too. Don't matter much. You disobeyed me and caused a big ruckus."

"Ace, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start a fight."

He pulled her along toward the tractor shed and as they got closer, she resisted feebly.

"Come on, Gabby. Let's get to this. I told you no matchmakin'. I told you that it was none of our business."

Pouting, she let him lead her into the big shed. He flipped on the overhead fluorescent lights and the tractors came into view. This was where the smaller tractors lived and where other machinery got fixed and tinkered with. There were two tractors in residence at the moment, and a long row of cabinets and tables, some with a variety of parts laid out for the mechanic—in this case, Ace, since he did much of the equipment repairs.

The place smelled like motor oil and grease, metallic and a little acrid, and Gabby got a faint whiff of manure from the manure-spreader in the corner. It wasn't a building she'd been in before, and it wouldn't have been her choice for their encounter tonight.

He stopped them slightly beyond the farthest tractor and before the row of counters and tables. As she waited, nervous and miffed, despite knowing that she'd been disobedient, he got two sawhorses out of a dim corner and pulled them near where Gabby stood. He separated them by about three feet and grabbed a rubber mat off the open engine compartment of the closest tractor. Ace folded the rubber mat in two and draped it over the center of one of the sawhorses. Done, he turned to Gabby, his arms crossed over his chest.

Gabby got more and more nervous as he stood and stared at her. She couldn't understand why he wasn't getting it over with. As much as she hated the thought of a spanking, anticipating it was much, much worse.

"Take off your clothes," he told her, his dark eyes hard to read in the bluish light.

"M-my clothes? All of them?"

"Yep. All of 'em."

"But…but…I'll be naked." His answer was a nod. "But, Ace… we're here in a barn. Anyone could come in. I'd be
naked
!"

"I know what it means to be without your clothes, li'l girl. And ain't no one gonna come in after midnight. All the hands are in the bunkhouse or home with their families."

"I don't want to!"

He arched an eyebrow.

Gabby bit her lip. He'd make it worse if she got stubborn. Slowly, she reached for the back of her dress and pulled the zipper down. The summer night was warm, and as she pulled off her bra and panties, and slipped off her sandals, she was glad for the small comfort. Her nipples hardened despite the warmth, however, and she felt a frisson, not unlike a shiver.

He continued to stare at her as she stood there, naked as could be, until she started shifting her weight on the concrete floor. It was cool on her toes, but her body heated up with a flush.

Finally, he nodded toward the rubber-draped sawhorse. "Lean over that and stretch out your arms to hold onto the farther one. Put your belly on the rubber."

Dragging her feet, she took the position he described. Her butt was toward him, perfectly presented, while her heavy breasts dangled toward the floor. It was an uncomfortable position, but the rubber cushioned her pelvis.

"Ace, please. We don't have to do this. I will mind my own business next time. I promise." She turned her head and glimpsed him pull the wooden spatula out of his breast pocket. It was small in his big hand, and the veins on his thick forearms stood out eerily in the fluorescent light. "What are you going to do with that?"

"Spank you."

"But it's wood!"

"So was the hairbrush I used on you a week ago."

"But…"

"Hush now and be a big girl." Without further warnings, he smacked the wide end of the spatula on her rear.

It wasn't too hard, so her reaction was minor. Maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as she'd anticipated. Ace didn't like her to be mischievous, though, so Gabby knew he was going to make a point.

Once again he swatted her butt, this time on the other cheek. It was harder than the last time and she squirmed. "Ow!"

"When I tell you somethin', Gabby, I expect you to mind me. I'm not tossin' out orders just to hear the sound of my own voice."

Gabby rose on her tiptoes as he punctuated every word with a spank of the spatula on her butt. The pain was dull and sharp at the same time. Her skin smarted and got hot.

"Ace! That hurts! Ow!"

More swats, and as the pain grew, Gabby gripped the sawhorse in front of her with white-knuckled intensity. She wondered if bruises were forming. Each swat was a jolt that made her flinch.

"Don't you go meddlin' in other people's business, Gabriella. No one likes a busybody."

"Yes, sir! I'm sorry!"

This time, the spatula traveled down over the tops of her thighs and she wriggled and came off her tiptoes, balancing on the sawhorse as she scissored her legs.

"Put them feet down," he told her, swatting at her ankles with a bare hand. "I'm fixin' to make sure you don't forget."

Tears formed in her eyes and dripped on the floor. "Please, Ace. Please! I'm sorry."

"I want you to tell Queenie and Will you're sorry, too, Gabby. The big ruckus b'tween the two of them didn't have to happen tonight, and wouldn't have if you hadn't pushed it."

"Yes, sir! I'll tell them tomorrow. I promise!"

The swats were concentrated on her sit spots and she wailed with the pain. Her rear was screaming like she was, crying out for mercy.

"You gonna mind me in the future, li'l girl?"

"Yes, sir! Please, please stop!"

"Two more." The last two were the hardest of all and Gabby sobbed loudly. Finally, it was over. There were no more whistling warnings from the spatula. Ace didn't say anything. Her gasps and soft sobs were all that met her ears. She lay there across the sawhorse, trying to catch her breath as wildfire burned along her bottom, her thoughts chaotic.

"Your fanny is so red, Gabby," he said softly. "Like a heart-shaped Valentine." Ace leaned over her and slid his hands down her ribs until he cupped her breasts. The heat from his body made her rear feel even hotter as he pressed against her from behind. His fingers found her hard nipples and squeezed gently, then increased the pressure. She moaned softly as gentle tendrils of excitement stole over her.

She didn't understand how he could excite her after blistering her rear so thoroughly, but it wasn't the first time. Her body wanted the spankings, somehow. Or maybe she wanted the cuddles and touching afterward, although he was available to her for hugs and love anytime. He was generous with his affection, and although he was sometimes irritated with her, he was rarely full-on angry. He had a patient way about him that helped her be less of a trouble-maker, though she slipped up now and then.

The sensation in her nipples grew as he squeezed her breasts in his big hands, massaging them. "You have the sweetest titties."

Gabby giggled. It always made her laugh when he called them that. To her, they were "breasts" or "boobs." His word was countrified and charming.

"Thank you." More squeezing and milking of her nipples. "God that feels good," she said on a sigh. "Can I get up?"

"Not right yet." His hands traveled down her body as he rose behind her, until they framed her hips.

As she lay there, her butt throbbing, she heard his zipper and the jingle of his belt buckle. "I shouldn't ought to reward your bad behavior, li'l girl," he said. "But I wouldn't be much of a man if it didn't turn me on to see your ripe butt and the shinin' wet pussy right there under it."

A thrill went through Gabby and she moaned. He slid his hard cock over her private parts. Sensation flowed and pooled at her entrance. "Yes…yes, please," she whispered.

The smooth head of his prick made contact with her swelling clit and she gasped. Ace settled behind her, not in her, as one of his hands stole over her bottom and down between her legs. He parted her folds, playing with her labia, tugging gently and rolling the tender flesh between his fingers.

She panted and squirmed back against him.

"Swollen and wet. Just the way I like it," he said softly, his fingers finding her clit and giving it a light pinch.

"Oh! Oh God, Ace!"

He pressed himself against her wetness, and she could feel his balls slap against her pussy. "You want this?"

"Yes!"

He pulled away slightly and tore a wrapper. After a moment, he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance. "You sure?"

"Yes! Yes, please! Ace!"

"Alright." With one firm motion, he slammed into her, claiming her.

"Oh! Oh!" She was stretched, full, complete. As he started to move in her, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm, she felt like they were the only two people on the planet. There was Ace. There was Gabby. There was the growing smell of sex around them, and the warm summer night. Nothing else mattered.

He varied his strokes and Gabby's heart sped up. Whorls of excitement played in her womb, growing ever fuller as Ace joined together with her.

"Rosebud," he murmured as he pressed a thumb on her puckered hole and rubbed gently.

Gabby's excitement soared higher. Would he take her there? They'd done it once before, and it had hurt fiercely, but after a few minutes she'd begun to like it. It was different. Not what she'd grown to expect from her randy fiancé. She realized that it didn't matter so much how he took her, only that he did.

She squirmed against him, encouraging him as he rocked his hips harder and harder. "You like that, huh?"

"Yes!"

His thumb penetrated her slightly. "You want more?"

"Please!" She was beginning to spin out of control. Just a few more strokes. A few more. A little deeper. His thumb entered her and she arched and cried out his name.

"That's my girl," he said, growling.

She saw a thousand stars, the scent of his heated body spiraling through her brain, his pants and growls pushing her past the edge and into an abyss of pleasure.

As she started to come down, he thrust once more and groaned his pleasure. Ripples of release sped along his hard cock and deep into Gabby.

They rested there, gasping, for several minutes.

Gabby realized that her arms were tired, but she didn't care. She was so relaxed, so perfectly fulfilled. She could have easily curled up beside her man, right there in the tractor shed, and slept like a baby.

He pulled away and patted her still-sore rump. "Best we get movin' back to the house. Mornin' comes early."

"Yes," she murmured as she rose to get into her clothes.

He took her wrist as she drew her bra out of the pile at her feet. "You mind now, li'l girl. Spankin' you has some…added benefits…but it's better to do it for fun."

Smiling, she nodded. She'd be good. At least for a while.

* * *

Will grunted as he fitted another fence post in place. Even gloved, his hands were sore and tired, but the bunching of his shoulder muscles as he did the labor felt good and honest. Sweat trickled down his bare back. His tan had been enhanced dramatically by working out in the summer sun.

The work was a little tedious, allowing him time to think about things. Queenie was foremost on his mind. She was difficult and often belligerent, but when they weren't fighting, she softened to his touch.

The night of the engagement party, standing around with her family as things had been winding down, she'd laughed at a few of his jokes. Almost as if she couldn't quite help it. He gave her a little nod, shooting a glance toward the wisteria bower in a darkened corner of the yard.

At first, a little frown had formed on her brow, but slowly her face had taken on a pirate's smile.

He wondered if she intended to knee him in the groin, there in the dark, but she silently agreed to meet him.

Will waited several minutes, and as he was deciding that he'd misunderstood her reaction, she walked up.

"Will."

"Queenie."

"Smells good in here, doesn't it?" she said.

He nodded, then realized she'd have trouble seeing him in the very low light. "Yeah." When she wasn't railing at him, she was vibrant and incredibly sexy. Even bratty, Will found her appealing. She was a challenge. A challenge that he wanted to undertake.

It was almost a surprise to him that he could feel so compelled toward a woman who was so argumentative. He'd been more inclined toward compliant women; women who were submissive in most areas of their lives. His last girlfriend had cried when he told her he was leaving L.A., and he felt guilty about breaking off their relationship. But it hadn't been going anywhere for months, and he'd slowly been pulling away from her, finally talking to her about it and the need to see other people. As with all aspects of their relationship, she'd agreed, but she didn't quite cooperate that time. She kept turning up where he was. Kept finding ways to work on his projects. When he told her he was leaving, she acted like he'd stomped on her kitten.