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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 784
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, November 14, 2005 - 12:26 am: | 
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Since I will be away from my computer over the Thanksgiving holiday, I thought I would post a story I wrote to fit the season. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it...and that you have a wonderful holiday surrounded by loved ones. 
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Hester Cooper nodded with icy calm to Joshua Smith as she passed him on the road that morning. She ignored the longing in his gaze, as well as the hand he stretched towards her, turning her face away from him as she continued on her way. If she hadn’t looked away she might have seen the expression on his face go from affectionate indulgence to a sternness that boded ill for her person. He watched the sassy sway of her long gray skirts as she walked away, and began to consider how he might get his hands on the impudent miss beneath them.
At the beginning of their courtship, everything seemed to go well with the young couple from Salem, Massachusetts. Joshua was a prosperous landowner and sheep breeder, well respected in the community. She was an indentured servant, young and lovely and very intrigued by the handsome man with the sparkling blue eyes and winning smile. He courted her with flowers and poetry, long buggy rides and stolen kisses. She loved his kisses! They made her feel all tingly and warm inside, especially in that secret place no man had ever seen. The night he’d trailed kisses down her throat and across the tops of her breasts, Hester had felt as if she would swoon from the wonderful sensations. She had taken him to task for taking such liberties with her person, blushing at the smoldering fire she saw in his eyes.
Their courtship had proceeded as it normally would, until the day Joshua had mentioned buying up Hester’s servitude. It made perfectly good sense to him; he could afford it, and he would be able to make her his wife that much sooner. But she had disagreed, saying that she had worked this long to become a free woman, and no man was going to cheat her of the satisfaction of finishing what she had started. She reasoned that she only had three more years to go, and if he could wait, then he obviously wasn’t the man for her. Before they knew it they were hurling insults at each other, Hester’s palm making a red mark upon his cheek before she stormed off. If she had witnessed the way his hands clenched, and his eyes glittered she might have hoisted her skirts to an unladylike height and run for her life. The next day when Joshua tried to talk to her about their argument, Hester refused to speak with him, and they’d been at an impasse ever since. Her stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to compromise on this matter, even though she truly longed to be his wife. By the time three weeks had gone by, Joshua was fast running out of patience with his headstrong bride to be, and knew he had to resolve this problem to both of their satisfactions.
The day the town magistrate had come to the home of the people Hester worked for, she had paid very little attention at first. Until their gasps of shock, and the way all three people had turned to stare at her had alerted her to the fact that she was a participant in their conversation. In horror, Hester listened to the magistrate drone on and on, his words buzzing in her ears. A witch! Her? How could anyone believe such to be true? She was a hard worker, kept her reputation spotless and always attended Sunday services. Why would anyone accuse her of being a witch? She stared at the man in disbelief, as he told her to fetch her shawl and go with him to the meetinghouse. Hester trembled with fear, her green eyes swimming with tears, barely able to answer her employers as they wished her well. She followed the magistrate through the town; increasingly aware of the curious looks she was receiving from other members of their community. She bowed her head in shame, although she knew she had done no wrong, and wasn’t really a witch. She’d had very little time to make friends in town, and desperately wished for a friendly face to help calm her nerves. Upon entering the meetinghouse, Hester saw Joshua sitting among the other men present. Her heart leapt with gladness, only to plummet when he turned his face away from her. When he finally did meet her eyes, it was as if he were a stranger to her, his glance cold and indifferent.
“Mistress Hester Cooper,” the man who stood as Judge intoned “Do you know why you are here?”
“Yes sir,” she managed to squeak out through a dry throat “I am accused of being a witch.”
The Judge looked at her, and although his face was stern, Hester could have sworn his eyes twinkled. It confused her so much that she almost missed his next question.
“And are you a witch, Mistress?
“No sir,” she said with a sob in her voice “who would accuse me of such?”
The Judge looked at her over his spectacles, and picked up a paper from in front of him.
“Your accuser is Mister Joshua Smith,” he said, and ignoring her gasp of dismay, he proceeded to read a long list of charges that had been filed against her. She couldn’t believe her ears as things such as cows going dry, a lame horse and chickens that wouldn’t set were blamed on her. She had supposedly looked at a ewe that was due to lamb, and that sheep had only given birth to a single lamb, when it had always before twinned. A bad fencing job that resulted in some sheep getting into the alfalfa and endangering their lives was also blamed on her. Joshua’s eyes were cold as ice as he listened to the charges being read, his face unreadable as Hester stared at him in bewilderment.
“But I had nothing to do with any of these things!” Hester implored the Judge “why won’t anyone believe me? I’m not a witch!”
“Silence Mistress!” He thundered at her, gentling his voice as the young woman trembled in fear before him. “Since we will need time to prepare for a trial, you will spend the rest of this day and the night in the stocks. Perhaps your mind will be changed on the morrow!”
As a struggling Hester was led away, the Judge turned to Joshua, and clapped him heartily on the shoulder.
“Well, it’s all up to you now Josh.” He said with a grin “we’ll see if her mind isn’t changed towards your suit in the morning!”
“Yes sir,” Joshua replied with a laugh “I appreciate the opportunity to deal with her stubbornness myself.”
Hester was led to the edge of town where the stocks were kept. After being allowed to relieve herself, she was led up the few steps and secured by the neck and wrists, bent over slightly at the waist. It wasn’t a painful or even very uncomfortable position, but she felt the indignity of the imprisonment keenly. When suppertime came, she was released and given a meal and an opportunity to stretch her legs and relieve herself again. After being placed back in the stocks, Hester watched as night fell over the town, and wished herself home in her small cot again. Or better yet, in Joshua’s arms where she always felt safe and cared for. Even though they’d argued she hadn’t believed he would ever stop loving her, and her heart was torn at the evidence of his distrust. Feeling friendless and frightened for her future, Hester began to softly weep.
As Joshua came out of the shadows and approached the stocks, his heart ached for the small feisty woman’s obvious distress. He had never wanted her to be really frightened, he only wanted to marry her and love her for the rest of their days. This was the only way he saw around her stubbornness, yet now that he had his chance to change her mind, he wasn’t sure he could go through with his plans. When he got close enough for her to see him in the twilight gloom, Hester’s sobs trailed off as he walked up to her and used his kerchief to wipe her face.
“Hush Sweet ling,” he whispered to her “it’s all right now, I’m here. Don’t cry I’ll keep you safe.”
“You’ll keep me safe?” She all but hissed at him “you’re the reason I’m here! How could you do this to me? I trusted you, and you let them treat me like a convicted witch! I hate you!”
Joshua looked into her stormy eyes and realized she had no intention of giving in to him. He figured he would give her one more chance to change her mind, before he took the steps he deemed necessary to their future happiness.
“Hester Cooper,” he growled at her his face like thunder “will you accept my suit, and allow me to purchase your indentured servitude?”
She looked at him, love and misery clearly written on her face, but then she lifted her chin at as much of a stubborn angle as possible and spat out the one word that sealed her fate.
“No!”
Joshua clenched his jaw, and scanned her sulky face with eyes of blue fire. Without another word, he walked around behind Hester, where it was impossible for her to see him. Her sob of fear, that he would leave her alone this night, turned to a gasp as she felt her skirts and petticoats lifted and tucked under her apron strings.
“What are you doing?!” She shrieked in horror “take your hands off me this instant! Are you mad?”
Joshua grinned at the sight of her wriggling bottom, encased in the sheerest linen. It was a wonderful site, and one he had thought he wouldn’t be seeing until their wedding night. His eyes widened at the colorful language Hester began to turn on him, her gyrations becoming wilder as she felt his hands on the tapes that held her undergarments up.
When he untied them and they dropped to the ground, her moan of fear and mortification caught his attention, and her next words confirmed what he knew she dreaded.
“Are you going to rape me then? If you won’t wait for me to marry you, you’ll take me by force instead?”
“I have no intention of raping you my girl. But you will marry me and follow my rules!” Joshua grinned once again as he gazed at Hester’s squirming backside. “First though, I intend to teach you what happens when you cross my will, and ensure this doesn’t happen again!”
Putting thought into action, Joshua brought the palm of his hand down solidly on Hester’s right bottom cheek. The red print he left behind was satisfying, but not nearly so as the loud gasp the young redhead made when she felt the hard swat. The one he made on the opposite cheek brought a squeal of despair as she realized she couldn’t protect herself in the slightest from the onslaught of wicked spanks he was delivering. She tried dancing out from under his descending hand, but was hampered by her undergarments tangled around her ankles. All she could do was pull against the heavy wooden stocks, and accept each punishing smack on her increasingly tender bottom. Her shrill pleas for mercy, and shrieks of pain seemed to fall on deaf ears as Joshua continued to spank her, until he could almost feel the heat radiating from her now quite rosy rump. When Hester had been reduced to begging for his forgiveness, he finally ceased his punishment and ran his hands gently over her burning backside. She trembled against him, her breathing evening out as she realized he was through with his chastisement. The cool night air felt especially good on her hot skin, and she relaxed even more, until she noticed the direction his hands were wandering in. Her fears were confirmed as she felt him reach down to pull her undergarments the rest of the way off, and then stand close behind her. One arm held her still as his other hand found the juncture of her thighs and the soft hair that crowned her femininity.
Her words of shock and denial were reduced to soft gasps and moans as Joshua teased Hester unmercifully. He stroked and tickled her intimately, pleased when she moistened at his touch. He could smell her arousal as she thrust her blushing bottom back against his erection, the stimulus of his rough trousers against her hot flesh an added pleasure. As his fingers began torturing the most sensitive part of her, Hester’s body began to shake uncontrollably, and she climaxed with more shudders and moans. As she slumped limply in his arms, Joshua held her tightly, knowing he could take her now and she wouldn’t protest, but willing to wait until they had wed. When he felt her sigh softly, he released her waist, and let her skirts and petticoats tumble once again around her ankles. Walking around to face her, Joshua smiled at the blush that suffused Hester’s face and the shy way she refused to meet his eyes. He kissed her gently, pleased with her reaction to his lovemaking.
“Now will you marry me and do as I ask?” He said softly, and grinned like a boy when she nodded her head in agreement. Stepping back, Joshua unlatched the stocks and lifted them enough so Hester could move out from under them. She glared at him when she realized he could have released her at any time, and stiffened even more when he laughed at her as she gently rubbed her still sore bottom. Prepared to march back to town in wounded dignity, Hester gave a loud yelp as Joshua swatted her playfully and pulled her back into his arms.
“Behave yourself you little witch,” he whispered in her ear. “You can just as easily find yourself back in those stocks and at my mercy again!”
Hester turned in his arms to face him, her eyes twinkling at him merrily.
“Promise?” She asked with a grin, just before pulling his head down to kiss him.
*copyright wolfie 2005
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy.
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Pagan
Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 272
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Monday, November 14, 2005 - 11:43 am: |
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Oh, how sweet. 
Maybe they could build a set for their own home?  |
Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 1087
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Monday, November 14, 2005 - 12:39 pm: |
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wow another great story, Pagan, where do you get your ideas ?? 
when caught run faster then him !!
I am a TA junkie !!
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Blistering_blonde
New member
Username: Blistering_blonde
Post Number: 6
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Thursday, November 24, 2005 - 12:31 am: |
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Oh i loved this one ....hmmm where can i buy some stocks ????? |
Hunny
Spanko
Username: Hunny
Post Number: 705
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, November 27, 2005 - 07:01 pm: |
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Wow! Great job, Wolfie! Is there more to the story? If so please post it ASAP! |
Naughtybynature
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Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 107
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, November 28, 2005 - 03:22 am: |
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quote:She couldn’t believe her ears as things such as cows going dry, a lame horse and chickens that wouldn’t set were blamed on her. She had supposedly looked at a ewe that was due to lamb, and that sheep had only given birth to a single lamb, when it had always before twinned. A bad fencing job that resulted in some sheep getting into the alfalfa and endangering their lives was also blamed on her. Joshua’s eyes were cold as ice as he listened to the charges being read, his face unreadable as Hester stared at him in bewilderment.
ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
quote:After being placed back in the stocks, Hester watched as night fell over the town, and wished herself home in her small cot again. Or better yet, in Joshua’s arms where she always felt safe and cared for. Even though they’d argued she hadn’t believed he would ever stop loving her, and her heart was torn at the evidence of his distrust. Feeling friendless and frightened for her future, Hester began to softly weep.
I cried big tears!! 
OMG I laughed and I cried... Wolfie my goodness what a powerful story you have woven!!!
P.S. Ziggy btw the story was written by the one and only Wolfie!!
(Message edited by naughtybynature on November 28, 2005)
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)
Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 533
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, November 28, 2005 - 01:00 pm: |
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Awesome story, Wolfie! You even made the stocks sound like so much fun, I may have to let Dan find some for us. |
Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 795
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 29, 2005 - 12:45 pm: |
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Thank you everyone, I'm glad you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Steve recently won a set of stocks in an auction...their too big to keep and too expensive to ship to the states. Guess I wont be able to recreate this story. 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy.
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