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Rebel
New member
Username: Rebel
Post Number: 3
Registered: 06-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, June 12, 2005 - 04:03 pm: | 
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This is a story that I had stuck in my head...this is just the beginning and there is no spanking yet....I have started the next part and will post it if ya'll wish
She stood at the doorway for what seemed like forever......torn between whether she should knock or just walk away quietly. If she knocked then she would have to go through with this "deal" she had come up with....if she walked away then she would never know what he might have said & she was sure her father would indeed die the very next morning.........
He sat in his study and looked at the fire that burned and sipped his drink, for tomorrow he would face yet another man at dawn and he would defend his honor.....it was the proper thing to do.......this was after all the south and that is how gentlemen handled their disagreements.
She hesitated at the door and finally choose to take the chance and she knocked.....the door was opened at once by a tall man dressed in evening wear.
Mister Sterling Tanner?
No maam....
May I speak with him? {her voice trembled}
...is he excepting you?
No.....may I see him..... Please?
Sir is indisposed and not accepting callers...if you would like to leave a message.....
I must speak to him tonight....it is urgent.
Sterling Tanner was caught up in his thoughts when he heard the commotion in the entry hall.....he would have left Bryce to handle it until he heard her voice become louder and insistent......her voice seemed to sparked his curiosity and besides he had nothing better to do.
Suddenly the doors to the study burst open.......
Bryce....what seems to be the problem?
This....lady... has pushed her way in and was insisting to see....
Are you Sterling Tanner?
...you.
Yes ....I am. It's ok Bryce, I will see the lady. To whom am I addressing?
I am Abigail.....Abigail Fuller
Fuller.....Fuller....The name sounds familiar.
Yes Sir....you are scheduled to duel my father at dawn.
Oh .....that Fuller.
Yes Sir. I have come to ask you not to do it.
Oh you have, have you.....well come with me and we can talk.
Abigail followed the distinguished gentleman down the hall to the parlor. He pointed to the overstuffed chair and waited for her to have a seat.
Would you like something to drink?
No thank you.
He looked at her in a way that made her feel exposed and vulnerable and then he smiled.
You blackheart.....you ruffian.....How dare you.
Why madam...is this how you hoped to convince me not to meet your father in the morning?
A gentleman would oblige me.
Oh so now I am a gentleman?
You are what you are Sir but I will disregard all that if you will promise me you will not meet my father at sunrise.
You have yet to offer me something in replacement my little one.
I promise you my father will never cross your path again, he will never gamble again.
My dear woman , how does that appeal to me?
I will have my father write an apology and post it at the gambling hall.
Well that will clear his name but do nothing for me.
What do you want then Sir?
You.
What about me?
I want you for the weekend and I want your complete obedience while you are here.
You want what? You expect me to do what? You want my complete what?
My dear lady that color does become you...I wonder if it will look as good on you lower cheeks.
Abigail stood and waited for the floor to open up and shallow her...that would be much better then feeling her face begin to burn from the blush that now covered it. She turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on her arm.
Is that a yes or a no madam?
I would like to send you to blazes this very moment.
Very well, I will gladly send your father there in the morn.
NO...please!
Please what....Please yes or please no?
yes
Yes what?
It is a yes
Then that would be Yes Sir
Yes Ssssssir
That is much better.....I expect you to make whatever arrangements needed and be here tomorrow night at sunset. I will send a notice that I need to duel postponed..
POSTPONED?!
Calm yourself my dear....IF and when you show up and spend the weekend as you promised ..then I will forgive your father his insult and he will have a clean slate.
Abigail knew she had no choice but to accept...so she did. She hoped that Sterling Tanner's reputation was all a bluff and not like she had truly heard. She knew she would find out soon enough.....sunset tomorrow night. |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 249
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, June 13, 2005 - 12:18 am: |
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Rebel, great beginning, I can't wait to read the rest of it. Soon, I hope?  |
Smartnnaughty
Advanced Spanko
Username: Smartnnaughty
Post Number: 148
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Monday, June 13, 2005 - 10:52 am: |
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Is it tomorrow at sunset yet? I want to hear what happens with all the juicy details!
More, Rebel, more!
Sassy Sassy Sassy
No one can be as Sassy as me!
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