Teaching Miss Maisie Jane (7 page)

Maisie
Jane gave him one of her peeved look again.

Jake
sat back down and leaned back against his saddle and set his cleaning kit aside. “That reminds me of something we haven’t discussed yet, gal.”

“What
would that be?” Maisie Jane asked.

“You
stealing my Colt and trying to shoot Walter Banks,” Jake said grimly.

Maisie
Jane gave a huff. “He deserved to die. You said that yourself.”

“Yeah,
he did,” Jake said. “But, that wasn’t your decision to make.”

“I
didn’t shoot him,” Maisie Jane said dismissively.

“Not
because you didn’t try, but because you didn’t know enough to aim,” Jake said.

“That’s
over and done with Jake. Why bring it up again?”  Maisie Jane asked her tone condescending and haughty.

Jake
sat up straight and got to his feet. “I’m bringing it up because it’s a serious matter, Maisie Jane. You stole my gun, and you tried to shoot a man. That was a wrong thing to do. A bad thing to do, and I haven’t seen a single sign of regret out of you for doing it.”

Maisie
Jane’s chin took on that defiant tilt that Jake thought of as snippy. “Maybe you think it was wrong, Jake, but I don’t. And, I didn’t steal your gun. I… sort of, borrowed it.”

“It’s
stealing if you don’t ask permission,” Jake said his temper beginning to simmer.

You
are the one who gave it to me in the first place,” Maisie Jane said her little chin going up in the air.

“I
gave you my gun to use as self defense. There might have been more robbers around, or someone could have come along while I was out bringing the bodies back,” Jake snapped. “I handed you that gun for your protection. Once that situation was over you should have given it back to me. You deliberately stole my gun and planned to kill a man. That’s a serious offense.”

“I
didn’t want Walter Banks to hang for all the other bad things he did. I wanted him to die for killing my brother,” Maisie Jane shouted.

“You
can’t shoot a man in cold blood!”  Jake yelled exasperated.

Maisie
Jane’s face crumbled. “He killed my brother!”

Jake
took a deep breath. Yelling and losing his temper wasn’t going to make Maisie Jane see the right from the wrong. He needed to get through to her how wrong her actions had been. “He was going to hang for it. The law had been enforced. Justice had been served. You can’t take the law into your own hands, gal. That’s wrongful thinking.”

“What
difference does it make?” Maisie demanded. “I didn’t shoot him, and you have your stupid gun back.”

“The
difference is that for every wrongful thing done there has to be retribution, Maisie Jane,” Jake exclaimed in frustration. “You stole my gun. You should be punished for that. You tried to shoot a man. You should be punished for that too. Now, I know I stopped the judge from his perverted ideas of punishing you, but that doesn’t mean I think you still don’t deserve to be punished. There needs to be reckoning or at least some sign of regret for what you tried to do. When a person does something wrong there are consequences for those actions. As your husband it’s my responsibility to make sure you understand right from wrong.”

Maisie
Jane stomped her bare foot in the sand. “I have had a proper upbringing, Jake. I know what’s right from wrong!  And, you weren’t my husband when I did those things, so they don’t count.

“They
do count,” Jake said hotly. “You can’t just wipe the slate clean and start over like nothing happened. Taking my gun was dishonest. Trying to kill Walter Banks was an immoral, wrong thing to do.”

“It’s
over and done with, Jake!  Let it go. What are you going to do?  Are you going to put me in jail?  Or, are you going to shoot me?  Oh, or maybe you should hang me for not killing him!” Maisie Jane shouted.

Jake
shook his head and pointed a finger at her. “I’ve been giving this a whole lot of thought, Maisie Jane and up until that last bit of sass, I had two choices. One was let it go and hope you really do know right from wrong. The other one was give you a good spanking. After that sass, it’s a spanking you’re going to get.”

Maisie
Jane’s eyes were flashing with temper. Hands on hips she faced him with anger and determination, stamping her little foot. “You will not!  You have laid hands on my person twice already with intent to harm and I will not stand for it.”

“Really,”
Jake said crossing the distance between them, grabbing her by the hand and hauling her back across to the small trunk. He propped his foot on the trunk and upended her across his knee.

Maisie
Jane was fighting and squealing. She screamed at him. “Damn you to hell, Jake Maddox. Let me go!”

That
was the last straw for Jake. “For that vulgarity, Miss, you’re going to get it bare-bottomed!”

His
hand went around to her front and pulled the string to loosen her bloomers and pulled them down to her knees in one jerk.

“Noooo…”
Maisie Jane screamed, bucking and kicking.

Jakes
hand came down on her bottom hard, and fast. The more she screamed and bucked the harder he spanked. He paid her back for every snip and snap of her temper, every stamp of her foot, every word of sass since he’d met her. And, he most certainly chastised her for stealing his gun and trying to shoot a man.

When
Maisie Jane quit fighting, she howled and bawled at every whack. He kept right on delivering her well-earned spanking. When she began sobbing so hard her breath was catching, he finally stopped. He backed her off his knee, inspected her backside and knew he’d done the job right. Her bottom was fire red, and a bit swollen from her pretty little rounded buttocks to the top of her thighs.

Maisie
Jane crumbled to the sand, folded her arms over the trunk, and laid her head down sobbing.

Jake
knelt down beside her, forced her chin up to face him and looked her straight in the eye. “Maisie Jane Maddox, you will behave yourself in a correct manner for a wife. I will have no more tantrums. I will have no more sass and if I ever hear vulgar words coming out of that pretty little mouth again, I’ll spank you every day for a week solid. Have I made myself clear?”

Chastised
and helpless, Maisie Jane couldn’t get the words out. She just nodded and buried herself into Jake’s chest crying.

Jake let her cry herself dry before he got up to finish up some chores. Maisie Jane curled up in tight little knot and continued to sniff and wipe away tears. She looked so bedraggled and forlorn that he almost felt sorry for her. Maisie Jane hadn’t told him a lot about her upbringing but what little she had imparted had convinced him that she’d been spoiled rotten. With her family all gone now, she had no one but him, her lawful husband, and he would not continue with her ruination. She’d married him in desperation, but Jake was a man who took his responsibilities seriously. He was a husband, and every day that went by he had more feeling for her, more of a need for her. His little wife, though, had a lot growing up yet to do. For the last two days she’d been pure aggravation and annoyance, and he’d reached his limit. He’d take no more.

Jake
dried several of the blankets by the fire, and poked it up and fed it some more fuel to keep it burning.

He
laid a blanket down over the sand and sat down on it.

“Maisie
Jane come over here,” Jake said.

“Why?”
she answered.

“Come
over here,” Jake repeated.

Maisie
Jane walked over and he pulled her down on the blanket.

“Oh!”
Maisie Jane squealed when her bottom touched down and she jumped up again. Jake stood up and gave a tug and pulled the camisole over her head, then, he gave a tug and pulled the bloomers back down and off this time.

Maisie
Jane was naked and she knew what Jake wanted. “I can’t Jake, I hurt too bad!” she cried.

Jake
pulled her down to the blanket with him and laid her gently down on her stomach. “I know. But, I also know what is mine to have.”  He gave her small round rump a rub and she winced and burst into tears again. He gave the matter some thought and got up and laid another blanket down and put his saddle right in the middle of it. “Come here. I want you to lie across the seat.”

Maisie
Jane gave a frightened look at the saddle. “You’re not going to hit me again are you?”

“Only,
if you deserve it,” Jake said. “Since, I’ve just warmed your bottom good, that’s not the purpose of this.”

Maisie
Jane moved over and did as he requested, not having any idea what he was going to do to her and was shivered from fright.

Jake
removed his trousers and hung them on a stick by the fire to dry. As he moved closer to his wife, his cock shot up like a divining rod. He repositioned Maisie Jane’s little rump up higher on the seat and dipped his finger into her. She quivered and he began to stroke between her legs, paying particular attention to the little nubbin at top of her womanhood. Pretty soon, she was bucking, and he slid into her about halfway and then back out and back in, pushing in further each time but never letting go of that little nubbin, that spot that drove even loose women wild. He started pumping harder and faster, his full length going all the way in, and almost all the way out, his balls banging up against her backside. Every time his balls whacked her sore bottom she squealed or yelped but she was also bucking from the pleasure he was giving her with his fingers. He pumped and banged her for a good twenty minutes. The sweat was pouring off him, and suddenly Maisie Jane went rigid and began to shudder. He slammed his cock into her full up and as she came, her womanhood gripped his cock and seemed to pull and squeeze and suck him dry. But, he wasn’t through yet, so he started pumping to get his cock up again and playing with her little nubbin. He was rewarded with another spasm that sucked him in and wouldn’t let go. Spent, Jake leaned forward and Maisie Jane cried out because he was leaning on her poor tender bottom. Jake backed off on his knees and pulled Maisie Jane up and off the saddle and laid her gently across his lap face down.

Maisie
Jane didn’t know what she was feeling. Her bottom was still on fire, but now her insides seemed to be on fire too. She felt all quivery inside but at the same time she felt womanly and fulfilled. Jake was rubbing her back, and she turned her head to look up at him.

He
was grinning widely.

She
got up to her knees gingerly, intending to move away, but Jake turned his attention to her lips and her breasts. She didn’t stop him, because it felt so good and it made her squiggle inside and thump a bit too.

After
a while she felt Jake manhood begin to grow again, pushing up against her.

Jake
looked over at the saddle. “We did that so well the first time, let’s try it again.”

* * * * *

Maisie Jane slept beside her husband. Well, she had slept a little, now she was awake but Jake was still sleeping. Jake pulled her closer to him in his sleep and she winced. Her bottom still hurt something awful from the spanking. She’d never been spanked before. Her Daddy had threatened her a few times, but Grandma Louise had always talked him out of it. The few smacks Jake had given her before, she knew were more because she’d scared him than because he wanted to hurt her. This time though, he had meant to hurt her and he had.

Maisie
Jane knew some men beat their wives. Back home, Mrs. Thomas from the church was always trying to cover up black eyes and bruises. She always said it was because she was clumsy and she had fallen, but everyone knew it wasn’t true. And, there was nothing anyone could do about it. It was considered a man’s right to treat his wife anyway he chose to treat her.

“Are
you alright, little darling?” Jake whispered into her hair.

Maisie
Jane rolled over to face Jake forgetting for a second, and she yelped as her bottom scraped the blanket. A fat tear rolled down her cheek.

“What
is it?  Was I too rough?” Jake asked his eyes looking over at the saddle.

“I
don’t want to be a beaten woman, Jake,” Maisie Jane whispered.

“Now,
Maisie Jane,” Jake said kissing her on the mouth and then giving another on her forehead. “I didn’t beat you. I gave you a spanking and it was a well-deserved one. Sometimes you act like a woman, but a lot of the time you’re spoiled and willful. If you behave like a child, I’m going to treat you like a child. If you do something that deserves a spanking, you will get one. It may hurt, but that hurt is to remind you to take heed and stop behaving badly. A man has a right to expect certain things from his wife, and if she’s willful, it’s his duty to correct her.”

“But,
Jake…”

“No,”
Jake said firmly. “A spanking is not a beating. Any man that takes his fist to his woman is no man. He’s a coward that has to beat on someone smaller than he is to prove himself. That ain’t much of a man in my opinion. You have my word of honor; I will never slap, hit or abuse you anywhere except on your bottom with the flat of my hand, or back of hairbrush. That’s how a spanking supposed to be delivered.”

Maisie
Jane put her head on his shoulder and gave a sign and a pout. “Who made up that rule?”

Jake
laughed. “I think it was my Momma and my Pa. Cause I sure got my rear end blistered when I deserved it.”