"How frustrating men are!", I mumbled as I slammed the bedroom door shut. Leaving out a long growl, I threw myself on the bed. Burrying my head into my pillow, I refused to cry. Biting back the tears that threaten to cause me to lose control, I kicked my feet. I did not care if I looked like a 3 year old having a temper tamtrum. Why should I, no one was here to see me.
How dare he say he was going to spank me! Who does he think he is? I am a grown woman and I can make my own choices. All these things I had screamed at him, as I high tailed it back to the house. No one could of course hear me, for I was racing toward home. But if I felt that way for real, then why was I worried at what he was going to do to me? Why was I in my room waiting for him to come home?
Frustrated, I pulled myself from the bed and went over the the vanity, sitting down on the stool. After brushing my hair, I glanced in the mirror and the woman looking back at me did not seem like me anymore. I traced my cheek with my finger tip over the bruise. Oh course he was peeved with me. He had every right to be. I had scared him to half to death.
My finger ran slowly over the bruise on my forehead. I remembered when he picked me up from the ground and checked me. His eyes searched me. His handsome face frowned as he seen the bruises.
His voice had cracked deeply with emotion as he asked me if I was okay, if I was able to stand. When I said yes I could, I could see that he relaxed his tensed muscles a bit. He reached down and helped me to my feet. He looked at the horse that had thrown me. His frown deepened and he then fixed his angry eyes into mine. I lowered my eyes.
"I told you not to ride that horse." He stated, as he reached out and brushed his hand lightly over my cheek and forehead. Jerricho then lifted me into his arms and carried me back to the farm house. I started to protest and tell him I was quite able to walk, but one look at that determined frown and I knew I would be pushing my luck.
He shot out some commands to one of the employees to check the stallion and then for them to take the horse to the stable. The men hurried to obey him as if he was the owner of the farm. It was at that point, I realized just how much trouble I was truely in. The look on my employees faces were ones of deep concern and the ones who were also friends had a mixture of frustration and concern. I closed my eyes and rested my head against Jerricho's chest. I did not want to admit the pain I was in.
When he sat me down on the kitchen chair, he barked out at Kimmie to get ice for my head and cheek. He had checked me for any broken bones before he let me move when I was on the ground. Now he rechecked me and when I tried to push his hands away as he lifted my shirt to check for bruises or scrapes, he eyes bit deep into mine. I moved my hands quickly to my side.
He placed the ice on my forhead and held it there. Again he frowned at me, but I could not avoid his eyes for he held my chin with his other hand. He was so close I could feel his breath against my face. I tried to find something else to fix my eyes on but it was a losing battle. I could feel as tears swelled in my eyes.
"Save your tears, young lady.", his voice was low but held anger, "You will need each and everyone of them."
I could feel as my face flushed and my eyes grew wide. I had been so positive he did not mean what he said the other day. Had I not already been punished. The fall was enough to teach me not to try to break the stallion in again.
I shook my head no.
He smiled, but not a happy one. "Indeed yes", he growled at me, "As soon as I am sure you are okay, I am going to take those jeans down, Lizzie, and then your panties and I am going to spank your bottom so hard that you will not ever think of taking such a risk with your life again."
I could no longer hold back my tears. I had pushed his hand that held the ice away. I reached up and rubbed at my eyes. I winced as touched my cheek. Lifting me from the chair, Jerricho placed me on his lap, hugging me to him. I could feel him breathing deeply, as he gently pushed my head on to his chest. He rested the ice on my cheek. I cried.
I must of fallen to sleep in his arms for when I awoke I was in my old bed and he was laying beside me, his hand brushing my hair from my face. Gone was the angry frown, yet the deep concern remained in his eyes. I could feel the tears returning and I reached up and ran my fingers over his lips. He bent down and kissed me. His lips gentle, his kiss so loving.
"You scared us half to death", he whispered as his hand gently ran across the bruises again.
I looked to him and whispered through my teary throat, "I am so sorry, Jerricho."
I watched as he nodded.
"I won't ever do anything like this again, I swear.", I promised him.
Again he nodded. My stomach tensed.
"After we eat dinner, we will return home.", he informed me as he got up off the bed and slipped his jeans on.
"I have thought about your punishment, Elizabeth. By right, I should paddle your bottom here at the farm."
Hearing him use my real name made me more nervouse. I lifted my eyes to his. He had extended his hand to me as he talked. I hesitated a moment, but his raised eye brow, warning me to take his hand. I placed my hand in his hand and rose from the bed.
He reached over and retrieved my jeans, handing them to me. I put them on and then he pulled me into his lap as he had sat himself onto the bed.
"Yet I think it best I spank you when I get you home tonight." He said as his lips brushed against mine.
"But I will warn you, if you dare to defy me in anyway tonight, I will spank you here and when we get home."
I gasped, looking at him. He had placed me back on my feet, slapped my bottom and took my hand and half dragged me to the dinning room for dinner. Everyone's eyes were on me as I sat down for dinner. I fixed my eyes on my plate, I felt so embarrassed.
Kimmie reached over and took my hand, squeezing it lightly. I looked to her and she whispered, "Are you okay, sis?".
I nodded to her.
Wishing someone would start talking about anything other then me. Aarron cleared his throat. I did not want to look at him, but I knew I had better. "I would have you over my kne right now, little one, but I am assured you will be well punished for this stunt."
I felt as my face turned so red. I wanted to run from the room but the hand that had rested itself on my knee next to me, warned me not to even think about it. I lowered my eyes even more.
Aarron stood up and I could not help myself but to lift my eyes to see what he was doing. I let out a soft cry as I watched him reach for the leather paddle he had kept mounted on the wall. He layed the paddle beside Jerricho's hat. He sat back down and began to pass the food around the table. I had placed a small amount of food on my plate but Jerricho growled as he added more to my plate. I looked over at the leather paddle and decided it best to just try to eat as much as I could.
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