Page 26 of Dangerous Stakes

“I think it was something along the lines of my not being able to sit in a saddle at all. But everyone agreed we did great!”

“And everyone doesn’t sleep next to you and enjoy exploring that well of sensuality of yours on a regular basis. Did you really think I’d let you pull that little stunt and not spank you?”

“I hoped you’d see it as my gift to you. And you know, since I’d done them mounted, you’d mount me in return.”

As angry as he was, it was still difficult to suppress a chuckle.

“You’ve nothing to worry about on that score, after I’ve seen to your punishment, you’ll get mounted good and proper. And what kind of gift did you intend that to be? Hmm? A gift of your dead body had you fallen and broken your fool neck? A gift of me passing out from holding my breath? A gift of knowing that you had to have been practicing all this time and not telling me, so in essence lying to me? Is that the gift of which you speak?”

“When you put it like that, it doesn’t sound like much of a gift.”

“Nay, it doesn’t, does it? So, we’re agreed then, that even though it’s our anniversary, you misbehaved and deserve to get your bottom spanked.”

“I didn’t say that,” she stammered.

“Didn’t you? Didn’t you just agree that what you did was not a gift to me, but rather your own ego wrapped in ribbons of defiance and then put in a pretty box to be passed off as a gift?”

* * *

Susan glanced over her shoulder. He was pissed. As pissed as she’d seen him in a long time. “Irish, I’m sorry. I can see your point of view, but none of your doom and gloom happened, I’m fine.”

“Not for long. And do not make light of what could have easily happened. I had planned for us to get changed and go out for a nice dinner. I picked up your ring the other day …”

“My ring?”

“You can’t bloody well get married without a bloody ring, Susan. So yes, your ring. I’d planned to propose and when you said yes …”

“Are you so sure I’d have said yes?” she teased.

“Eventually. Although I did think that there was a possibility that instead of putting it on your finger while I was on one knee, I’d have to do it with you face down over mine after you’d had your backside warmed for being difficult.”

Susan tried to turn around, but Rory had effectively trapped her in the corner. She could feel the heat from his anger emanating from his body. She leaned back into him; he wrapped his arms around her. One hand came up to fondle her breast and play with her engorged nipple and the other travelled down to the space between her legs to rub her clit.

Susan moaned with pleasure. “If I promise to say yes and behave like a good girl through the honeymoon or the Olympic trials, whichever comes later…?” He pinched both her nipple and her clit. “Shit, Irish, that hurt.”

“Aye, love, but not nearly as much as your bottom is going to before I’m through with you tonight. And you have nothing to negotiate with. If you don’t behave, I’ll give you as many spankings as it takes to make you wish you had done so in the past and will do so in the future.”

He slipped his hand past her clit and slid two fingers into her wet sheath. She responded by pushing her mons against his hand.

“I find it interesting that as much as you complain about getting spanked, it certainly makes you wet when she thinks about it and how her pretty backside will feel when my groin is bumping and grinding against her afterwards.”

The depth of his brogue and tone of voice indicated he was aroused as she.

“Babe, please, no. Can we at least have tonight, and you can propose to me properly? You know how much you like to do things properly.” She purred as she placed her hands over his encouraging him to continue pleasuring her.

He groaned as he closed his eyes and enjoyed pleasuring her for a few moments.

“Such a naughty girl. Trying to distract her man from his responsibilities towards her by promising him that which he can already have. Tis just more evidence of how much I have failed to look after all of your needs of late.” As his words sank in, she stilled her hands. “Do not fear, my sweet girl, I won’t fail you again. Now, tis time to pay the piper for your misdeeds.”

Rory wrapped his arms around her middle as he nuzzled her neck. He hugged her tightly so she could feel how aroused he was. He unwrapped himself from her and taking her by the hand led her back to the bed. He sat down and then drew her into position with her upper body resting mostly on the bed, her bottom atop his thigh and her legs trapped between his.

“Rory?”

He rubbed her quivering bottom soothingly. “Nay, love. You earned yourself this punishment and I mean to see that you receive what you’re due.”

With that he commenced spanking her. At first the blows were slow and without much power behind them, but gradually he increased the intensity of the spanking until she was struggling in earnest and pleading for him to stop.

“Are you going to be difficult about the proposal?”

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