His Errant Educator (Willamette Wives Book 3) (23 page)
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Authors: Maggie Ryan
Reluctantly letting his hand drop, seeing the gooseflesh his action had raised, he said, "I think Agatha put your clothing in the armoire." Opening the door, he pulled her robe off a hook and held it out so that she could slip her arms into the sleeves. Once he'd tied the belt around her waist, he bent to kiss her, only to pull away when she pressed against him.
"Are you already being naughty, Mrs. Morrison?"
"No, sir. I'm just thanking my teacher for a wonderful lesson."
He chuckled again, and taking her hand, led her out of the bedroom into the living area. He fixed a plate with some slices of cold meat, some cheeses, and a couple of slices of bread while she poured them glasses of lemonade that Catherine had sent. In fact, they had so much food that they'd no need to cook for several days.
"Let's eat on the porch," Roger suggested. "The sun is about to set."
"All right, but there's only one chair."
"That's all we need. Go on, I'll be right out." She nodded and when he opened the door, she walked out. He was close behind, seeing her set the glasses on the small table he'd built and moving to stand, her hands on the railing of the porch while he stood in the doorway, breathless at the vision before him. The waning light softened the edges of their world, shadows deepening, the sounds of the night beginning as cicadas and crickets chirped. And yet, the light found his wife, seeming to surround her, caress her. He swallowed hard, his heart clenching. Her hair was mussed, her bare feet peeked out beneath the hem of her robe, and yet she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The pure joy of knowing that she was his, that she'd chosen him, rendered him unable to speak. He came to stand behind her, slipping his arms around her as they watch the orange orb of the sun began to sink behind the mountains. When just a sliver was left, the entire heaven was speared with golden rays before, as if God's breath blew against a lantern's wick, the light winked out and the sun disappeared.
"That was beautiful."
"Yes, and we shall spend a lifetime watching the days passing and, Tessa, I will thank God for each and every one spent with you. Come—sit with me."
He'd lit a lantern, placing it in the window. It wasn't bright but provided enough light to see. She climbed onto his lap and they took turns feeding each other. When he suckled her fingers after accepting a piece of cheese, her indrawn breath had his hand slipping inside her robe to cup a breast, his thumb finding her nipple hard. He released her fingers from his mouth only to bend forward to capture her bottom lip, giving it a nip.
"Delicious." At her blush, he smiled, reaching towards the table.
"What's that?"
"Your present," he said, picking it up.
"May I open it?"
"Only if you want to know what it is," he teased.
She giggled and untied the string. "I love presents," she said, looking up at him as her fingers pushed the paper apart.
"I love giving them to you—especially special ones," he said, smiling when she tilted her head and paused. "Go ahead, finish opening it."
It took her a moment to realize what it was, and when she did, she blushed and lifted her eyes. "You gave me a… a paddle?"
"Yes, but it is a very special paddle," he said.
"Special? How can a paddle be special?" she asked, seemingly unable to decide whether to look at him or at his gift. "I mean, um… you aren't… planning to spank me with this are you?"
"I most certainly am," he said. "And, I promise, you shall enjoy it very, very much."
"You are insane," she said, shaking her head. "I married a crazy man."
"No, you married a man who intends to teach you how a bit of pain can intensify pleasure in ways you can't even begin to imagine. Look closely," he instructed.
She bent forward and then gasped. "You carved this?"
"Yes, just for you."
"I can tell," she said, her lips curving in spite of her confusion.
"Read it out loud," he instructed.
"You know what it says…"
"Read it anyway," he said, moving a hand to slip beneath her, cupping a bottom cheek.
"Tessa's Tantalizing Tushie," she said, moaning a bit when he squeezed her buttock.
"That's right. This is the paddle that I'll use whenever my beautiful Tessa has been a very, very good girl. Just like the ones that Wyatt, Richard and James use when their wives have been good."
"They all have paddles like this?"
"Yup, we all made our wives one. They were quite the hit at Christmas."
"Oh, my. So it's not just my husband; it is all of you men. You are all crazy." She shook her head and then giggled. "What… what do the other paddles say?"
"Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't tell you if you are only going to insult our intentions."
She giggled again, her fingers tracing the letters he'd carved into the wood. "Please?"
"Are you going to be my good girl?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right. The other three read: Anna's Amazing Arse, Charity's Curvaceous Cheeks, and Agatha's Adorable Ass."
"Oh, my. Who decided on those words?"
"Their husbands, of course."
"Of course," she said with a giggle. "You are all craz—um, creative."
He chuckled. "We thought so. Now, are you ready to return to class, Mrs. Morrison?"
"What am I going to learn?" she asked.
"You are going to learn that having your very tantalizing tushie paddled can have you begging for more."
"I find that rather hard to believe."
"Ah, are you arguing with the teacher?" he asked.
"What if I am?" she teased. "You're evidently going to paddle me anyway."
"Yes, but this paddle is for good girl spankings."
He watched as her eyes widened and before she even spoke, he had a good idea of what she was going to ask, grinning when his intuition proved true.
"And what paddle is for… for naughty girls?"
"I'm glad you asked," he said, bending to the side and picking up another package, this time from the floor where she hadn't noticed it being placed. "Open it."
She giggled but obeyed, this time holding up the paddle herself to read the inscription. "Roger! This… why doesn't this sound as… sweet as the other?"
"I think you know," he said, "in here…" he paused and tapped her forehead, "in here…" his finger moved to tap against her heart…" and without a doubt, I know you understand exactly why, here." He not only squeezed her buttock again, he then stood and popped his hand against her rear.
He pulled her closer, his hands free to cup her face while hers were full, each one holding a different paddle. "I promised to take care of you, to protect you and to paddle you."
She shook her head. "I don't remember hearing that last part when you said your vows."
"I'm sure I said it," he said, guiding her back into the house, his fingers splayed against her lower back. Once in their bedroom, he turned her to face him. "The point is, do I use this…" he asked, plucking the Tessa paddle from her right hand, "or this?" He plucked the second paddle and twirled it in his other hand. "After all, you are both my Tessa and my…" he grinned, looking down at her and then at the paddle, reading the inscription, "Errant Educator."
"I don't know," she began and then smiled as she reached for the sash of her robe. "But I did tell you that I would be your good girl, Mr. Morrison."
The moment her robe opened, her hands lifting to push the cloth off first one shoulder and then the other, allowing it to slip down her body as her hands moved to traced its path, fingertips sliding over the slopes of her breasts, across the flat plane of her abdomen, he understood that he'd married a woman who would not hold back in allowing herself to explore, to learn, to feel. He tossed the paddle he'd use when his little teacher needed a lesson to improve her behavior onto the top of the washstand.
By the time he had her over his lap, she was indeed begging for more as he swatted first one cheek and then the other before rubbing away the sting, his fingers dipping between her legs.
"I'm paddling your tushie and you, young lady, are very, very wet," he said, sliding two fingers into her body.
"I-I'm sor… sorry. Is-is that bad?" she stammered, squirming a bit as his fingers moved deeper.
"No, my darlin', that is very, very good." His fingers continued to tease, to torture as the paddle continued to pop gently against her pinkened flesh.
"Roger… please… I-I… please," she begged.
"Are you begging for more?" he asked.
"Yes, please… I need…" She reared her head back as he slipped a finger into her bottom, the shock not stopping the orgasm that ripped through her as her entire body bucked, both openings clamping, convulsing on his fingers as she screamed his name.
"That's right. Fly for me, little one, fly."
The End
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I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories.
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