A little old to be spanked, but he was one of her orphans. And he wasn’t ready to leave just yet.
They called her old mother Hubbard, but Caroline wasn’t even forty yet. Hardly old enough to be a mother at all. Her wards heartily agreed, which explained the lip she’d gotten from the eldest lately. Not one child was of her own blood, but she loved them all as though they were. Enough to take a firm hand to them when they were naughty.
Henry had been the best behaved since she became his step-mother two years earlier. Now, eighteen for but a day, he thought he was man enough to face her.
After such a long day, she could only stare when he barged in.
“I’ve got a deer for you, miss.” He grinned when she scowled over her teacup. “Surely you can’t find fault in me being a little late.”
He dropped the deer on the table and puffed out his chest. Quite a prize, she must admit. But the rules stood. What would the others do if she let them slack?
“Two hours past curfew, Henry.” She pushed away from the table and grabbed the switch she kept close at hand. “You know the penalty.”
“I do, miss.” He hands dropped to the drawsting of his pants. “A lash for each minute past. So I’ll have fifteen now.”
He dropped his drawers and leaned over her table.
She hit his upper thighs, more out of shock than anything else. Only now did she realize there was but a score of years between them.
“Harder, mistress. There’s no need to be gentle, I can take it.”
She hit him harder and harder, wanting to punish him for the ache that rose within. His tight ass jerked with every strike. She gasped as she brought the last one down.
“You naughty boy. Go to bed.”
He turned and grabbed her wrists.
“Only if you come with me.”
They called her old mother Hubbard, but Caroline wasn’t even forty yet. Hardly old enough to be a mother at all. Her wards heartily agreed, which explained the lip she’d gotten from the eldest lately. Not one child was of her own blood, but she loved them all as though they were. Enough to take a firm hand to them when they were naughty.
Henry had been the best behaved since she became his step-mother two years earlier. Now, eighteen for but a day, he thought he was man enough to face her.
After such a long day, she could only stare when he barged in.
“I’ve got a deer for you, miss.” He grinned when she scowled over her teacup. “Surely you can’t find fault in me being a little late.”
He dropped the deer on the table and puffed out his chest. Quite a prize, she must admit. But the rules stood. What would the others do if she let them slack?
“Two hours past curfew, Henry.” She pushed away from the table and grabbed the switch she kept close at hand. “You know the penalty.”
“I do, miss.” He hands dropped to the drawsting of his pants. “A lash for each minute past. So I’ll have fifteen now.”
He dropped his drawers and leaned over her table.
She hit his upper thighs, more out of shock than anything else. Only now did she realize there was but a score of years between them.
“Harder, mistress. There’s no need to be gentle, I can take it.”
She hit him harder and harder, wanting to punish him for the ache that rose within. His tight ass jerked with every strike. She gasped as she brought the last one down.
“You naughty boy. Go to bed.”
He turned and grabbed her wrists.
“Only if you come with me.”