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  Then he held the brush high in the air, delivering the first swat onto her left cheek, drawing a strangled, "Oh!" from her. He took his time, concentrating the resounding swats on her left cheek, then giving the right cheek equal attention until they were a matching shade of rosy red.

  To her credit, Kelly tried admirably to remain in place. She yelped and grabbed the end of the table, but she stayed in place, even with her bottom on fire.

  He could have cut the spanking short but decided against it. That would mean getting off on the wrong foot, allowing his naughty bride to think he didn't respect his own rules. In which case, why would she be obliged to respect them? He then made short work of soundly paddling that spot between the bottom of her backside and the tops of her thighs. That part of her flesh was already tender, so once he began spanking it in earnest, it was even more difficult for her to stay in place. Her most stoic efforts aside, her bottom soon squirmed and bucked, trying to escape the unyielding, hard wooden back of the brush.

  McSwain paused for a moment, letting her catch her breath. He interjected a short lecture, speaking softly.

  "You know he could have found you out there in the woods, instead of finding me at the house. You wouldn't have had a gun with you. He could have easily overpowered you. And I wouldn't have been there to protect you."

  "Y-yes. I know." She hiccoughed.

  Setting down the brush, he lifted her off the table. Kelly might have thought it was over until he positioned her over his thigh and finished the spanking, right on her already roasted derriere, with his hand. He rained down over three dozen swats that she took on her tiptoes, alternating between howls and sobs.

  Had she noticed when the spanking was over? It didn't seem that way to him. He permitted her to rest and laid his hand on her bared backside, the stinging heat penetrating through her skin to his hand. She had quieted down a bit, sniffling, so he let her rest for a few minutes, rubbing her back lovingly.

  "It's over, honey," he said soothingly. "You're forgiven. Let me help you with these—"

  "Oh, no—McSwain…" Kelly looked back over her shoulder at him and waved a hand in the general direction of her blistered fanny before he raised her panties back up. "Can I please leave those off for now?"

  "Well…I think that's a little dangerous around me right now, but all right." He chuckled.

  She smiled and let him help her up. Kelly winced as the muslin fabric of her dress brushed against her sore rear.

  "Just until my behind cools off a little," she said, calmed down enough to giggle at her own expense. "Boy, I won't be doing that anytime soon."

  "Doing what?"

  "Breaking my handsome husband's rules."

  He laughed heartily and allowed her a few moments to rub her bottom before drawing her into his arms. "Let's see how long your good behavior lasts this time, young lady." He was play-scolding her, and she could tell by the wicked sparkle in his eye. "Oh, something else I meant to tell you. You handled that horse pretty well out there today."

  Kelly gave his mouth a quick peck. "Yeah, that was cool, huh? How about how I handled that guy's gun?"

  "Impressive!" McSwain nodded. He gave her another kiss. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever known, Kelly Long."

  "Kelly McSwain. I'm going to be Mrs. McSwain now. Not Kelly Long." Teasingly, she pinched his chin. "And I'm not 'future girl' anymore!"

  "Yes, ma'am. I hear you loud and clear. And another thing. I want you and Sarah to be friends. Or friendly to each other, if you two can't actually be friends."

  "I'll try. She doesn't make it easy on me."

  "I know. I'll talk to Charles about it. Reason is, I'd like you to pick out the prettiest dress from those three new ones over there. And I'll get the preacher out here tomorrow. If it's all right with you, I want us to get married by the creek." McSwain kissed her again, a longer and more satisfying kiss, with even more ardor. "The same place where I first saw you. That's where I want to make you make you my bride."

  Kelly circled her arms around his neck and stole another kiss. "That's romantic, honey! And you didn't think you could be romantic."

  She nestled her head against his chest, quiet and content. Her behind was still throbbing, both from his hand and that hairbrush. That was a good indication that she would be sitting on a pillow during supper that night, and probably cushioning her seat with the pillow again for breakfast, as well. Not that she was new to that, either. How strange that she should feel comforted by the fact that her husband-to-be cared enough about to take charge, and to spank her when she needed spanking. That her respect meant something to him, and he would patiently instill that respect for him in her. That he was a man of his word, a man who meant what he said, stern and yet loving.

  She felt content in the knowledge that McSwain was a husband who spanked. That evening, she'd been bent over, had her panties pulled down, and at her age, she'd gotten spanked like a naughty brat. Kelly felt content and tranquil, knowing she'd deserved every scorching lick of that paddling. She had her incentive to behave herself, to not break the rules, steering clear of being turned over McSwain's knee. Now it was over and she was in the arms of the man she loved, receiving his love and affection.

  Another kiss ended and he took her face in his hand, eyeing her with deep concern.

  "Are you sure this is what you what?" he clarified. "You're not going to want to go back there? To the future?"

  Kelly didn't hesitate. "I'm sure. I don't want to back there. This is where I belong. With you."

  He flashed a honeyed smile. "Want to see your dresses now? Pick out the one you'll become my wife in?"

  "Yes! And then I'll make us dinner. And since you know I learned my lesson…."

  McSwain's smile broadened at the hopeful look she gave him. "Yes, Mrs. McSwain. You won't be going to sleep early this night."

  That night Kelly knew for certain that the portal hadn't transported her to the past, but rather it had led her to a future filled with hope, love and promise.

  The End

  Kira Barcelo

  I'm Kira Barcelo, author of spanking romance stories, which are fun, sexy, lighthearted & touching. Most of my books are sweet, some have just the right amount of heat, and I love writing about strong heroes and mischievous heroines.

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