The Mail Order Bride
The Mail Order Bride ~ Chapter One
She stood over the hot stove; stirring the sticky sweet mixture when she was startled by, “Catherine, come at once!” her cousin cried.
She rushed into the room to see what all the fuss was about, “Good Lord, Estelle? What is it?” she rubbed her hands on her apron.
The other woman pointed to a near by chair, “Sit Catherine and listen to this.” She said as she pulled the small newspaper clipping from her blouse.
Catherine sat in the near by chair and listened to her cousin read from the small piece of paper.
“Widower, age 31, seeks lovely bride to help raise his baby. She must be young, strong willed, fun loving; love children and she must have a cute little fanny. Reply if interested. Sincerely, Ralph Matthews, Boston, Massachusetts.”
“That’s it? You stopped me in the middle of my candy making for that?” She asked as she rose up from the chair and came over to her cousin. “Here, let me see that. A cute fanny?" She rolled her eyes and started giggling. “What type of man would write something as ridiculous as this?” she wadded the paper up in her fingers and tossed it towards Estelle; the paper wad landed a few inches from her feet; on the shiny hardwood floor.
“Oh, Catherine, I think you should reply and find out more about him. I think you would make a lovely bride. And I think he would say you have a cute little fanny.” She said as she winked at her cousin.
Catherine stuck her tongue out at her cousin and was gone.
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Catherine didn’t know until a few weeks later that Estelle composed a letter to that ridiculous man, Ralph Matthews of Boston Massachusetts.
While Catherine was at school teaching the children; Estelle composed ‘thee’ letter that got Mr. Matthews attention. Unlike Catherine; Estelle’s penmanship was lovely while her cousin’s penmanship resembled that of a squirrel’s. Enclosed with the letter; Estelle picked one of her favorite photos of her cousin to send to him.
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Ralph smiled when he opened the envelope and discovered Catherine’s photograph. “What a little doll.” Then he read her letter.
May 26, 1859
Ralph Matthews,
I am responding to your ad in the newspaper.
My name is Catherine Daniels, I am 19 years old and I am a school teacher.
My height is 5 foot tall, my hair is dark golden brown, and my eyes are green and I love children and would like to have a family of my own.
I enjoy cooking, being around children, planting flowers and sewing; these are a few of my interests. I am looking forward to hearing from you.
I have a very cute little fanny.
Catherine M. Daniels
Wynnewood, PA
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He almost choked on his coffee when he read the closing of the letter. “I think this little lady deserves a reply, what do you think, George?” He petted the small dog and gave the little puppy the last part of the piece of his cake he was eating. The pup swallowed the snack in a heart beat and started to beg for more. “Sorry buddy, there isn’t anymore.”
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“Catherine! Catherine!” Estelle came running upstairs. “A letter came for you!” then she giggled to herself; knowing that her cousin probably would not be pleased.
“I’m down here, in the kitchen!” she yelled back. She wasn’t going to walk away from her candy making this time; she was making taffy for the children. She had promised them taffy if they behaved for a week and the children did whatever was asked of them. They wanted candy and she was the only teacher that brought the children treats.
Estelle stopped when she heard her cousin’s voice, “It’s a letter from him!” she said in a loud annoying sing songy type of voice.
“Him who?” she asked as she continued to stir the hot sticky sweet mixture.
Her cousin got all giggly, “Ralph Matthews”.
“Who?” she made a silly face, “Who is that?”
Handing her the envelope, “Open the letter and find out. Maybe this is the man of your dreams.” She giggled.
Wiping her hands on her apron she took the envelope, “Estelle, stir the taffy while I read this.” And she opened the envelope. The penmanship on the envelope was very neat; all in print. She noticed a photo tucked behind the folded letter; she pulled out the photo and froze. “Estelle, what have you done; this is that ridiculous man, who wrote that silly ad a few weeks back, isn’t it?” She smiled for a moment as she looked at the photo.
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June 16, 1859
My Dearest Catherine,
I received your lovely photo and letter. I would like to correspond with you further.
I own a two story Victorian style house, downtown Boston. I too, I am a school teacher. I have been teaching for 11 years. I am a widower; my wife passed away during childbirth. My baby girl, Emma; she is two years old. I have a governess that looks after her while I teach; I would like my new bride to watch her in the future. A child needs a mother. Would you be able to put your teaching on hold? I know you love teaching; so do I. If we wind up together; maybe we can enjoy teaching our children, together.
Looking forward to your reply,
Ralph
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Estelle smiled, “What a sweet letter!”
Catherine set the letter and photo aside and took over the stirring of the taffy, “Yes, it is a sweet letter.”
Oh my goodness, I have a renewal exam in Boston; in three weeks. I won’t tell Estelle until the day I leave.
The Mail Order Bride--Chapter 2
Catherine sat on the love seat in the great room; once again she read his letter. Yes, it is a sweet letter indeed. Smiling to herself; she tucked the letter back inside it’s envelope along with it’s author’s photo and rose up from the comfort of her resting place and put the envelope in a secret drawer. “I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“Catherine!” she heard her cousin’s familiar cheerful voice, “Are you going to send him a reply?”
“Oh, Estelle. Good Lord!” she rolled her eyes; trying to change the subject. She pretended to be dusting.
“Well, are you going to write him?”
Catherine turned on her heel; glaring at her younger cousin, “NO!”
The younger woman giggled, whispering, “Okay.” And she quickly fled the room; Catherine could hear her younger cousin in that familiar hysterical fit of giggles.
She went into the study to grade a stack of papers. She smiled to herself, “Silly cousin.” She giggled as she started on her homework; grading papers.
Oh how she loved her students; in her heart she loved each of them as if they were her own. After about a half an hour; her task was complete; she was smiling. The children all did well on their homework; she was going to surprise them all with another special treat. She loved to make all sorts of candies and sweets.
The next few weeks; her younger cousin was busy with more letters to the ridiculous man, indeed. While one young woman was busy in the kitchen; the younger was busy composing silly letters. On June 3, 1859, Ralph Matthew of Boston, Massachusetts received another letter. Quickly he unlocked the front door of his Victorian home and went into his study to read the contents of the envelope with the beautiful handwriting.
May 27, 1859
My Darling Man of Mine,
I received your letter and it pleased me to learn that we share so much in common. I love teaching; I find it a very rewarding experience to be with these children. I hope this letter finds you and Emma well.
I live with my uncle and my dear younger cousin; in their large plantation home on one thousand acres. I will turn 20 in a week or so; my birthday is June 10th.
My Love,
Catherine
After he read her letter; he chuckled as he folded her letter and tucked it away in his front pocket of his jacket. “Hummmmm, I will have to go birthday shopping for this little doll, indeed.” He smiled as his words were only heard by his little puppy.
It wasn’t long until she heard that annoying sing songy voice again, “Oh Catherine! Catherine! He has sent you a package! Where are you?” It wasn’t long until the younger woman found her, “Oh, there you are! Open it!” she said as she handed her cousin the small package.
“Who sent this?”
“Who do you think? Silly! Hurry up Catherine! Open it!”
Catherine was as excited as Estelle; she flipped the small package over in her hands and busied herself ripping the brown paper, “Good Lord, why would he send me a package; I never responded to his letter. He sure did use a lot of string! Fetch me the scissors, Estelle.”
“They are in the top drawer of the desk silly.” The younger woman chimed.
“Oh.” Soon she was echoing her younger cousin in a fit of giggles, “silly me.” Estelle was right; the scissors were at her finger tips.
“Well, cut the string, birthday girl!” she winked at her cousin for it was indeed her birthday, 20th birthday.
Within a matter of seconds; Catherine had the package open; the contents was another letter and a very beautiful cameo. “Oh my goodness! This is beautiful and I bet it cost him dearly. Oh my.” Her hands were trembling at this point.
“Oh, it is beautiful. Now read his letter.”
Setting the cameo back on the cotton in the box; she picked up the neatly folded message. Unfolding the delicate baby blue paper; again she saw his neat hand writing; perfect print.
June 5, 1859
My Dearest Catherine,
Happy Birthday!
When I saw this cameo; it reminded me of a lovely young woman, you. I hope you like it and will wear it.
I hope we can correspond and agree on a meeting date. Emma is sleeping as I write this letter.
I just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you and wish you a happy birthday. I hope we can plan a meeting time in the near future.
Remind me to spank you when we meet!
Yours truly,
Ralph
Estelle resembled a child excited at Christmas. She was dancing around; clapping her hands, “Oh, Catherine! You got to write him!”
“Oh, Estelle, what have you gotten me into?” She said as she touched the cameo. It was a beautiful gesture but was he for real?
The Mail Order Bride--Chapter 3
Catherine was in her bedroom; putting on the finishing touches to her wardrobe and hair. Opening the top vanity drawer; she retrieved the beautiful cameo and put it on at the lace line of her collar. “Estelle,” she said over her shoulder to her younger cousin sitting on the edge of her bed, “I know you mean well but you are going to have to end this correspondence with this generous ridiculous man. You know my wishes; I do not desire to ever marry!”
“Oh, Catherine, he sounds like a dream. I think if you got to know him; you may find yourself happy.”
“Estelle, I mean it. I want you to discourage him in a kind gentle manner. I have no intentions of meeting this man, EVER!” and she rushed out of the room.
Estelle smiled as she twirled a lock of her long blonde curly hair around her finger, “if he could see her out burst just now, she would not need to remind him to spank her when they meet.” She giggled. “Cousin dear, you will eventually meet Mr. Ridiculous and he will spank that cute little fanny of yours!” she whispered.
Estelle rubbed her hands together and quickly composed another letter for the ridiculous Ralph Matthews.
Within a week, Ralph received this letter from Catherine. He was standing in the kitchen as he read the contents and smiled, saying, “Yes mam! I can be there this week even if the letter arrived the week of next week. He started to chuckle and reread the letter a couple of times.
June 11, 1859
Oh my Darling!
You shouldn’t have! The cameo is absolutely beautiful, I will always wear it.
I think the time has come for us to meet. Is it possible for you to come visit me next week? I would love to see you, my Darling man of mine! This wish, I hope you can make it come true!
Surprise me, oh how I love surprises!
Love,
Catherine
He folded up the letter and smiled as he tucked it away in his pocket. “Oh yes, I will meet you soon, my Love, very soon.”
Towards the end of the week; the ridiculous Ralph Matthews arrived; he was in town. First he stopped at the hotel down town and rented a room. He ordered a hot bath which arrived within a matter of minutes. Soon he was ready to meet the interesting little lady who he didn’t know wasn’t aware of him coming. It wouldn’t be long until they both would be surprised!
He walked out to his horse and buggy; it didn’t take him long to find Catherine. Soon his buggy was parked in front of her residence; the two story white plantation house; where she resided with her uncle and younger cousin. He smiled as he climbed down from his buggy and tied his horses to the post. “My, my, my…” he said as he drank in the image of the magnificent home. It wasn’t long until he was standing on the porch; knocking on the front door.
Catherine was in the kitchen, again. She was hot, wearing an apron over her dress, stirring another batch of taffy for the children. “Estelle! Would you see who is at the door, please?”
Estelle was hiding up stairs, she had seen Ralph’s buggy out the window. She was all giggly and pretended not to hear her cousin.
“Estelle! Estelle!” she yelled as she heard someone knocking on the door. No one answered the door and the person knocking kept knocking louder. “Good Lord!” she fumed as she wiped her hands on her apron. She moved the candy off the burner and rushed to the front door. When she opened the door; there stood the ridiculous Ralph Matthews, but he didn’t resemble the man in the photo. He was more handsome, clean shaving, very tall. She looked up at him, “Yes? May I help you?”
He smiled, “My Darling girl!”
“Excuse me? Do I know you?” who is this man?
“It’s me, Ralph.”
“What? Why are you here? Didn’t anyone tell you that it is bad manners to impose on a lady?” she boomed.
“Now, here, here.” He said as he closed in on her.
“Good Lord! I don’t have time for this nonsense!” and she slammed the front door in his face. “The nerve of some people!”
He spoke very calmly but loud enough for her to hear him, “Young lady, I drove a long ways to meet you because you requested it in your letter.”
“What?” she yelled. Slowly she turned around and looked up the stairs; he could hear her yelling, “Estelle! Come down here at once! The ridiculous Ralph Matthews has arrived and I think you have a lot of explaining to do!” And then she spoke more softly to Ralph through the door, “I am sorry, I didn’t write any of the letters, it was my cousin.”
Ralph looked down at his boots and looked at the door; which was inches away from his face, “I see.” He said softly.
Within a matter of seconds Catherine opened the door, again. “You wait while I fetch my younger cousin, she can explain everything.”
He stopped her, “No, I think you have a lot of explaining to do my dear,” and with that; he lead her to the parlor; he noticed it immediately as he came into the house.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
“I recall in your last letter that you love surprises. Well, this is a special surprise darlin’!” He sat down on a well padded chair and pulled the surprised Catherine over his knee!
“Ralph! This is a mistake! You have the wrong girl!”
Lifting the back of her skirts, “Yes, you made a mistake of teasing me and you will soon find out how I feel about games!” Quickly he unfastened her panty looms and smiled as they fell down her legs to her ankles.
“Please!” she cried.
“Oh, you will soon find out that I am not at all pleased!” and he raised his hand high and spanked her bare flesh. Oh how he was enjoying this! “I am not pleased with your attitude young lady!” He spanked her hard; each spank landed after each word.
“Ow! Oh Ralph! You are hurting me! Ow!” she squealed.
He held her down and spanked her hard with the palm of his hand until she was crying and her bottom was HOT pink. Then he lowered her skirts where they covered her well spanked bare bottom and lifted her up and sat her on his lap. She could feel her panty looms resting around her ankles. He looked deep into her eyes, “I want the truth Catherine.”
She was crying so hard, it was difficult for her to talk. He had taken her by surprise; no one had ever treated her like this. Oh how her bottom ached, she was thankful for the layers of material between her flesh and his fabric covering his lap. When she began to calm, that is when she slowly talked to him.
“It wasn’t me. I did not write those letters, it was my cousin Estelle. Estelle had found your ad in the newspaper and answered on my behalf. I didn’t consent to this; and I told her to stop.”
“Why didn’t you write me and stop this yourself?”
Catherine didn’t have an answer for that, “I’m sorry.”
“So you knew about her writing to me?”
“Yes, but I never knew the contents of her letters.”
“Did you read my letters?”
“Yes. I read all of them.”
He noticed his gift to her on her blouse, “I see you wearing the cameo.”
“Yes.” She said softly.
He thought for a moment and it wasn’t long until she was bent over his knee again. Quickly he lifted her skirts and really spanked her bare bottom and hard. Catherine started kicking and squirming over his knees as he spanked her bare flesh. He spanked her long, fast and very hard; the palm of his hand matched the color of her bare bottom, a deep angry RED. Catherine lay limp over his knees; all she could do was cry.
Estelle came running down the stairs when she heard all of the commotion. She stood in the foyer; looking at the couple; the man sitting in their parlor with her cousin crying over his knees. The couple did not notice Estelle standing there at the moment.
Ralph rubbed Catherine’s tender sore bottom for a moment, “I want you to stay put and think about why you got this spanking. Am I clear?”
Catherine sobbed and cried, “Yes.” She said softly.
As he looked up, he noticed Estelle standing in the foyer with a very surprised expression on her delicate face. “And you must be Estelle….”
Estelle was speechless.
“From what Catherine has told me; you have been one busy little girl.” He said as he rubbed Catherine’s back. “Do you have some soothing crème?”
Estelle’s mouth dropped wide open and she shut it, “Yes, yes.”
“Would you go fetch it, please?” he asked.
Estelle ran up the stairs to get the soothing crème for her cousin.
He rubbed Catherine’s bottom lightly with his finger tips, “I will apply the soothing crème as soon as she gets back.” Her bottom was hot to his touch.
Catherine didn’t say anything; she was embarrassed; when she thought of her position, the thought of being bent over like a naughty child; thinking of this made her cry, again.
Ralph leaned over and kissed her sore bottom, “Estelle should be back soon. I know it hurts. The crème should help sooth the soreness.” He lifted her up and sat her on his lap again. “Come here, Love.” And he hugged her tight in a loving embrace. Catherine was shaken up a bit; she burst into tears again; she cried into his chest.
Within a matter of minutes, Estelle arrived with Catherine’s crème; it was a sweet fragrance. She handed it to Ralph and stepped back. He looked at Estelle, and pointed to the love seat, “Sit down, we need to talk, young lady.” His voice was firm and not the type of voice to ignore.
Catherine remained sitting on his lap; he put one arm underneath her knees and turned her body more towards him and lifted up the back of her skirts and applied a generous amount of crème to her tender bare bottom. “Is that better, Love?”
Catherine was speechless; she was overwhelmed with embarrassment and shock. Today was unexpected; she was innocent and at the same time; guilty; guilty because she didn’t compose her own letter to clear up this misunderstanding before it arrived. “I’m so sorry for this.” She cried.
Gently he replaced her panty looms where they belonged and lowered her skirts and repositioned her on his lap. He hugged her close and kissed her on her right temple, “It is all forgiven.”
She was shaken a bit; he could feel it. He continued to hug and comfort her. She whispered, “Thank you.”
He gave her another hug, “Why don’t you go upstairs and lie down. I would like to have a word with your cousin.” Estelle looked really worried and he replied to her facial expression with, “You should be worried, young lady. Very worried indeed.” Then he assisted Catherine; gently pushing her up off is lap. He could tell she was shaky. Quickly he stood up and swept her up in his strong loving arms, “Where is your bedroom?”
Catherine whispered, “The first room on the right as you reach the top of the stairway.”
He started towards the foyer and paused a moment, “Estelle, don’t move. I will deal with you after I put your cousin to bed. Do I make myself clear?”
Estelle nodded.
“Good.” And he carried Catherine up the stairs and found her bedroom. He laid her on her bedspread and kissed her gently on her forehead, “I want you to rest and our next meeting will be a very pleasant surprise to make up for this one. Go to sleep, Sweetheart.” And he was gone.
She laid there with his gentle voice echoing the loving pet names, “My dear”, “My Love” and “Sweetheart’. He had just given her a spanking of all spankings and now he was gentle. Then she smiled, “Estelle is going to get hers!”
Estelle remained sitting on the love seat where he had left her. Soon he was standing in the middle of the parlor floor; his deep gentle voice awoke her out of her daily day dream.
“Young lady, how old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“I see, old enough to know better.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have a ruler?”
“Yes, there is one in the study.” She answered.
“Go fetch it, please.” He said.
“What for?”
“You acted like a naughty school girl with your prank. I am going to treat you like the other naughty school girls, I teach everyday.”
“Oh.” She said softly. The thought of such treatment didn’t worry her for teachers usually used the ruler on the girl’s hand. Soon she arrived back in the parlor with a wooden ruler and handed it to him.
“Thank you.” He said. Noticing a straight back chair in the corner; he walked over and picked it up and set it in the center of the room. “If you will shut the parlor doors….”
“You can’t do this!” she whined.
“Oh yes, I plan to and do a good job of it. Shut the doors, please.”
For a moment she felt very brave. She stiffened her shoulders and stood straight as a board and stomped her little feet, the heel of her little Victorian boot made a clicking noise as it tapped on the hard wood floor. “No!”
He paused a moment, “You are so in trouble, little girl!” and he walked over to the double doors and closed them. Walking over to the straight back chair he sat. Pointing to the little space in front of him, “Come here!”
She was too brave for her own good, “When donkies fly!”
“That is quite enough! Get your little fanny over here, now!”
She starts to laugh, “I don’t think I want to.”
He stands up and slowly walks over towards her. “Come here, you little brat!”
The tone of his voice; she finds it rather comical and starts laughing, “Come here, yourself!” and she starts running around the furniture in the room and she opens the sliding doors of the parlor and off she goes!
“Estelle!” he booms and he chases after her with the stout wooden ruler in one hand. “Come back, young lady or I will borrow a hair brush from your cousin!”
Hair brush? Now that would really hurt, the ruler would sting but hairbrush? She stopped and slowly turned around and walked towards the ridiculous Ralph Matthews; with the stout wooden ruler in his hand.
The Mail Order Bride—Chapter 4
She yelped as he grabbed her and pulled her beyond the parlor doors. He was quick to shut the double doors and then he led her to the straight back chair. Estelle stood there trembling as he sat down and pulled her over his bended knee. He smoothed the back of her skirts with his hand, “Now, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself? That was a naughty prank you pulled. Very naughty indeed!” he said with a thundering hard spank with the palm of his hand; she squealed as it stung her well covered bottom.
“Ow! I’m sorry.” She squealed.
“Oh, I think you are sorry that you are lying across my knee!” he said with another equal spank.
“Ow, not so hard!”
It didn’t take long for the ridiculous Ralph Matthews to bare her bottom and really give her something to squeal about. “You have behaved like a naughty school girl, don’t you think?”
“I am sorry.” Was all she could say.
He rubbed her bottom with the cool wooden ruler, “Do you know what happens to naughty school girls, Estelle?”
“I am really sorry; you don’t have to do that, you know.”
He smiled for a moment and gave her a firm stinging ruler spanking, all over her bare bottom. She kicked and begged him to stop. “I won’t stop until I am convinced that you have learned your lesson.” To her; it felt like an eternity lying across his knee as he burned her bottom with that mean ruler. But in reality; she only was over his knee under a minute; the spanks came down on her bottom very fast and hard; it stung so terribly. Like her cousin did, she went limp across his lap; all she could do was weep.
Finally the spanking stopped; she was crying; her tears flowing down her cheeks, “I’m really sorry for what I did. I am so sorry.” Her crying touched him; she sounded like a wounded heart. He could feel the tiny woman trembling as she lay across his bended knee. Her bottom was an angry shade of RED, just like Catherine’s bottom. But this time; his hand was spared the soreness; thanks to the cold stout ruler.
He looked down at her; this girl had learned her lesson. Gently he rubbed her bottom, “I know you are…” he said softly; he paused a moment as he reached for the soothing crème. “This should help sooth the pain.” And he applied another generous amount of crème to another naughty lady’s bottom. Then he pulled up her panty looms and adjusted them; tying the ribbons to hold them in place. “There, there now, it is over.” He lifted her up and sat her on his knee. “What are we going to do about Catherine?”
At that moment, Estelle smiled at his comical dancing eyes and burst out laughing. “You are so in trouble…..” she said in her little sing songy voice. “My cousin is really innocent; she had nothing to do with this.” She giggled some more. “And I think she might like you.”
He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Do you think?” He had a way of turning tears into laughter. Young Estelle enjoyed the loving attention of this man, he held her for a while, hugging her in a way like a father would comfort his child.
When they finally opened the parlor doors; they saw a happy Catherine slowly walking down the stairway. She looked up to see him holding her ruler. It was evident that he had used it on her younger cousin. Estelle was smiling and she also could see that the girl had been crying as well.
Ralph was the first to speak, his words were for Catherine, “May I call on you, in the near future?”
Catherine smiled and worried her lip, “Oh, I don’t know. I will need time to think about it, if you know what I mean. Today has been a very trying day. Don’t you agree?”
He didn’t expect that answer, “Oh yes, I understand. Take your time, Sweetheart.” He hugged Estelle one last time and let himself out the front door.
After Catherine locked the front door, Estelle ran and hugged her cousin. “Are you going to let him call on you? He is so handsome! Are you?”
Catherine rubbed her tender bottom through layers of clothing, “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t like the idea of a man spanking me like that. And I think he would find too many reasons to spank me for sure.”
Her cousin laughed, “Maybe not. Now that he knows how this happened, maybe not. Oh cousin, you are not the naughty type; so you have nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t know about that. A man who spanks like that; I think he might be strict. He sure was brave to come in here and spank us like he did. What if Uncle would have been home? He didn’t think about that, did he? I should have never opened the door after I slammed it in his face!”
Three days later, there was a knock on the front door of the white plantation home. Catherine answered the door and was greeted by a young boy; he handed her a message. “I will wait for you to read it and reply. Then I will deliver your reply to the man who sent this.”
“Thank you.” She said as she took the folded note, sealed with a ribbon. She untied the ribbon and unfolded the paper and read:
July 18, 1895
My Dearest Catherine,
May I call on you? I would love to see you, again.
Ralph Matthews
Catherine looked at the boy, “You wait here, I will write my reply on his message and then you can take it to him.”
The boy smiled and nodded. She went into her study and grabbed a pen and dipped it into the ink and scribbled out in her squirrelly handwriting. At the bottom of his letter, she wrote:
Mr. Matthews,
I suggest you go home and forget you ever met me!
Catherine
Smiling to herself, she set the ink pen down on her desk and blew on the paper to dry the ink. She waited a few seconds and folded the paper; folding on the existing creases of the page and walked back to the front door and handed the note to the boy. He reached into her pocket and pulled out a shiny silver dollar and handed it to the boy. “This is for your trouble, lad. Have a good day.” And she closed the door and locked it behind her. She smiled to herself, “We will see how the ridiculous Ralph Matthews feels about that.”
The boy delivered Catherine’s message. When Ralph read her message, he burst out laughing, “My type of woman! My type of woman indeed! I think Estelle’s meddling paid off; I will have to remember to hug that little girl for her prank.”
The Mail Order Bride—Chapter 5
Ralph decided to give Catherine time so he went home shortly after he received her reply. When the time was right; he would be calling on Catherine
and eventually marry that woman! He also knew that if he didn’t handle her carefully; he would lose her and he did not want to do that. This little woman was the ONE; deep in his heart; he knew it.
A few weeks later; Catherine arrived in Boston by train; she came there to renew her exam for teaching. She didn’t realize it until she arrived at her destination; while she was seated in the back row; taking her exam. Catherine was the last person sitting in the testing room; when she looked up; the sight of him took her breath away. The man standing before her; way up in the front of the class room; he was the ridiculous Ralph Matthews. She never dreamed that it would be he who graded the teaching exams. There he stood; waiting patiently for her to complete her test.
He smiled at her; watching her as she gracefully walked up the isle. She nodded and handed him the papers, “Mr. Matthews.” She said politely. Catherine was still embarrassed from her spanking a few weeks ago. He was so gentle and kind to her afterwards but she was embarrassed. She found it hard to be in his presence after such an ordeal, crying over his knee; so embarrassing, humiliating. “Good day.” She said and tried to leave as politely as possible.
Her heart felt like it was ripping in two; part of her wanted to run to him and hug him; while the other part of her wanted to run away and hide. As she turned to leave, she heard his gentle voice, “Catherine.” When she heard her name; his voice touched her deep; deep down in her soul. “Please…” his voice was pleading; and all her pent up emotions came up to the surface; she couldn’t help it; she broke down and cried.
Her tears embarrassed her; she felt like fleeing, “Please leave me a lone.” She cried.
He could see that she was crying, he took a few steps towards her and gently touched her shoulder and turned her around to face him, “Oh Catherine. Don’t cry.” He opened up his loving arms, “Come here, darling. Come here.”
She ran into his hugging embrace, “Oh Ralph!” she cried, “I am so sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?” he asked as he hugged her tight. “What do you have to be sorry for?”
“That mean reply that I wrote at the bottom of your message.” She said as she buried her head into his chest.
He hugged her tight as he rubbed her back, when he thought of what she had written; the thought of it made him chuckle, “Oh my Catherine, you had every right to write what you did.”
“But I really wanted you to call on me.”
“Oh Catherine…” her words made him so happy. He hugged her again, “Lets make today’s surprise a happy one. Shall we?”
His words were like a healing balm. She smiled up at him, “Okay.” She said softly.
“That’s my girl!” he chuckled. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a soft clean handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears. Glancing down at his pocket watch, he smiled at her, “Let’s go have some lunch.”
She smiled, “I would love to.” And then she paused a moment, “Ralph?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Is it possible for you to grade my test first?” she asked softly.
“Why certainly.” He said.
“Good.”
They grabbed their things and left the building. He locked the doors behind him and lifted her up onto the foot board of his carriage. Soon, he was sitting beside her on the soft leather seat; he smiled at her, “Is it okay if we have lunch at my house?”
“Yes, I would love to see where you live.” She said.
“Good, Emma’s governess also cooks for us. She creates meals as good as in the restaurants. Plus you can meet my daughter, Emma would love you.”
Shortly they arrive at his Victorian style; two story house. The sight of it; it takes Catherine’s breath away, “This is where you live? Wow! This is like a dream.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled. Ralph enjoyed watching Catherine, she reminded him of a child at Christmas, and her excitement was wonderful and refreshing. He knew this woman would be perfect for him as well as his baby daughter.
They enjoyed fine dining in his dining room; the table was beautiful; decorated with fine linens as well as fine china. This room was like a dream! And he was right; the governess sure did know how to cook. The little girl was adorable; it was evident that she adored her Daddy and he adored her.
Emma pointed at Catherine, “You so pretty!” and then she looked at her father, “Isn’t she, Daddy?”
He chuckled at the tiny girl’s words, “Yes, very pretty.” He smiled at his baby girl.
Emma pointed to the floor, “Emma down now, down.”
Ralph reached over and lifted the tiny girl up off her pillow and set her on the floor, “There you go, Sweetheart.”
Catherine smiled at him, “She is such a pretty little girl.”
He smiled at her, “Thank you. Would you mind watching her for a moment, while I grade your test? You would like to know your test results, I am sure.” He chuckled.
“Yes. Oh Ralph, I hope I did well on that.”
Scooting his chair back across the floor, he stood up, “I am sure you did fine. It won’t take me long to grade it. Okay?”
The tiny girl was comical as she grabbed Catherine’s hand, “Come with me! Daddy is busy.”
Ralph chuckled at his daughter, “She is right.” He walked over to his leather brief case and opened it and retrieved Catherine’s exam, “I will be in my study.” And he was gone.
Catherine could feel the butterflies floating deep in her tummy, “I hope I did okay.” She whispered to the tiny girl.
Emma looked at her, “It will be okay.”
Catherine started to laugh, “You think?”
“Um hum, now lets go.” She said as she grabbed Catherine’s hand. “We can play in my room.”
The little girl had a way of easing Catherine’s mind, “Lead the way.”
After Catherine laid the little girl down for her nap; she quietly left the bedroom. As she tipsy toed out of the room; she felt the familiar loving arms around her. He kissed the top of her curly red hair, “And where do you think you are going, young lady?” he asked as he chuckled.
“Shhh, you will wake your darling little daughter. She is asleep.” She whispered.
He whispered back, “Okay Precious.” And he took her hand and led her down the stairs. “I graded your test and you did extremely well. I knew you would!” and he wrapped his arms around her; hugging her so tightly, she felt so safe in his arms.
She squealed, “I did?”
“Yes, dear. You scored 98 percent and I am very proud of you.” He hugged her again.
She was speechless; all she could do was smile and he chuckled as he held her in his familiar tight loving embrace. He heard her sigh and the only sound that came out of her mouth was, “Wow…”
Her reactions were precious to him; her sweet innocence made him chuckle. Oh how she loved the sound of his chuckles. She could hear him smiling through his voice, “Would you like a piece of cake, little girl?”
“Oh yes, teacher, I would.” She bursted out in a childish giggle.
He smiled as he gave her another loving squeeze; this little woman was so lovable and huggable, “Good! Would you like ice cream, too?”
“Oh boy! Ice cream?”
“Um hummmm, you can have all the cake and ice cream you want, little lady.” He started chuckling again.
She sure could get use to the sound of his chuckles. And when she thought of one of his funny letters; one funny phrase sent her into a fit of laughter.
His facial expression was comical, “What?”
She was laughing so hard, she found it hard to breath, “Oh nothing.” And then she started laughing again.
“Oh dear.” And he looked puzzled for a moment.
When her laughter ceased, she mocked one of his letters, “Don’t forget to remind me to give you a birthday spanking….” And she started giggling again.
“Do you want it before your cake and ice cream or afterwards, little girl?”
“You wouldn’t!” she said in a serious tone.
He pretended to look stern, “Come with me.” And he led her to a straight back chair and propping his foot up on the seat; he lifted her up and bent her over his thigh. “Oh you are in so much trouble…”
His voice was so comical; the sound of his laughter made her feel safe and loved. She giggled, “Me?”
“Yes, young lady.” He chuckled. Then he patted her well covered bottom with his hand and gave her 19 spanks on the seat of her skirts. Then he lifted her up off of his thigh and gave her a long “Happy Birthday Hug” and kissed her the way he had longed to.
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She stood over the hot stove; stirring the sticky sweet mixture when she was startled by, “Catherine, come at once!” her cousin cried.
She rushed into the room to see what all the fuss was about, “Good Lord, Estelle? What is it?” she rubbed her hands on her apron.
The other woman pointed to a near by chair, “Sit Catherine and listen to this.” She said as she pulled the small newspaper clipping from her blouse.
Catherine sat in the near by chair and listened to her cousin read from the small piece of paper.
“Widower, age 31, seeks lovely bride to help raise his baby. She must be young, strong willed, fun loving; love children and she must have a cute little fanny. Reply if interested. Sincerely, Ralph Matthews, Boston, Massachusetts.”
“That’s it? You stopped me in the middle of my candy making for that?” She asked as she rose up from the chair and came over to her cousin. “Here, let me see that. A cute fanny?" She rolled her eyes and started giggling. “What type of man would write something as ridiculous as this?” she wadded the paper up in her fingers and tossed it towards Estelle; the paper wad landed a few inches from her feet; on the shiny hardwood floor.
“Oh, Catherine, I think you should reply and find out more about him. I think you would make a lovely bride. And I think he would say you have a cute little fanny.” She said as she winked at her cousin.
Catherine stuck her tongue out at her cousin and was gone.
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Catherine didn’t know until a few weeks later that Estelle composed a letter to that ridiculous man, Ralph Matthews of Boston Massachusetts.
While Catherine was at school teaching the children; Estelle composed ‘thee’ letter that got Mr. Matthews attention. Unlike Catherine; Estelle’s penmanship was lovely while her cousin’s penmanship resembled that of a squirrel’s. Enclosed with the letter; Estelle picked one of her favorite photos of her cousin to send to him.
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Ralph smiled when he opened the envelope and discovered Catherine’s photograph. “What a little doll.” Then he read her letter.
May 26, 1859
Ralph Matthews,
I am responding to your ad in the newspaper.
My name is Catherine Daniels, I am 19 years old and I am a school teacher.
My height is 5 foot tall, my hair is dark golden brown, and my eyes are green and I love children and would like to have a family of my own.
I enjoy cooking, being around children, planting flowers and sewing; these are a few of my interests. I am looking forward to hearing from you.
I have a very cute little fanny.
Catherine M. Daniels
Wynnewood, PA
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He almost choked on his coffee when he read the closing of the letter. “I think this little lady deserves a reply, what do you think, George?” He petted the small dog and gave the little puppy the last part of the piece of his cake he was eating. The pup swallowed the snack in a heart beat and started to beg for more. “Sorry buddy, there isn’t anymore.”
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“Catherine! Catherine!” Estelle came running upstairs. “A letter came for you!” then she giggled to herself; knowing that her cousin probably would not be pleased.
“I’m down here, in the kitchen!” she yelled back. She wasn’t going to walk away from her candy making this time; she was making taffy for the children. She had promised them taffy if they behaved for a week and the children did whatever was asked of them. They wanted candy and she was the only teacher that brought the children treats.
Estelle stopped when she heard her cousin’s voice, “It’s a letter from him!” she said in a loud annoying sing songy type of voice.
“Him who?” she asked as she continued to stir the hot sticky sweet mixture.
Her cousin got all giggly, “Ralph Matthews”.
“Who?” she made a silly face, “Who is that?”
Handing her the envelope, “Open the letter and find out. Maybe this is the man of your dreams.” She giggled.
Wiping her hands on her apron she took the envelope, “Estelle, stir the taffy while I read this.” And she opened the envelope. The penmanship on the envelope was very neat; all in print. She noticed a photo tucked behind the folded letter; she pulled out the photo and froze. “Estelle, what have you done; this is that ridiculous man, who wrote that silly ad a few weeks back, isn’t it?” She smiled for a moment as she looked at the photo.
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June 16, 1859
My Dearest Catherine,
I received your lovely photo and letter. I would like to correspond with you further.
I own a two story Victorian style house, downtown Boston. I too, I am a school teacher. I have been teaching for 11 years. I am a widower; my wife passed away during childbirth. My baby girl, Emma; she is two years old. I have a governess that looks after her while I teach; I would like my new bride to watch her in the future. A child needs a mother. Would you be able to put your teaching on hold? I know you love teaching; so do I. If we wind up together; maybe we can enjoy teaching our children, together.
Looking forward to your reply,
Ralph
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Estelle smiled, “What a sweet letter!”
Catherine set the letter and photo aside and took over the stirring of the taffy, “Yes, it is a sweet letter.”
Oh my goodness, I have a renewal exam in Boston; in three weeks. I won’t tell Estelle until the day I leave.
The Mail Order Bride--Chapter 2
Catherine sat on the love seat in the great room; once again she read his letter. Yes, it is a sweet letter indeed. Smiling to herself; she tucked the letter back inside it’s envelope along with it’s author’s photo and rose up from the comfort of her resting place and put the envelope in a secret drawer. “I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“Catherine!” she heard her cousin’s familiar cheerful voice, “Are you going to send him a reply?”
“Oh, Estelle. Good Lord!” she rolled her eyes; trying to change the subject. She pretended to be dusting.
“Well, are you going to write him?”
Catherine turned on her heel; glaring at her younger cousin, “NO!”
The younger woman giggled, whispering, “Okay.” And she quickly fled the room; Catherine could hear her younger cousin in that familiar hysterical fit of giggles.
She went into the study to grade a stack of papers. She smiled to herself, “Silly cousin.” She giggled as she started on her homework; grading papers.
Oh how she loved her students; in her heart she loved each of them as if they were her own. After about a half an hour; her task was complete; she was smiling. The children all did well on their homework; she was going to surprise them all with another special treat. She loved to make all sorts of candies and sweets.
The next few weeks; her younger cousin was busy with more letters to the ridiculous man, indeed. While one young woman was busy in the kitchen; the younger was busy composing silly letters. On June 3, 1859, Ralph Matthew of Boston, Massachusetts received another letter. Quickly he unlocked the front door of his Victorian home and went into his study to read the contents of the envelope with the beautiful handwriting.
May 27, 1859
My Darling Man of Mine,
I received your letter and it pleased me to learn that we share so much in common. I love teaching; I find it a very rewarding experience to be with these children. I hope this letter finds you and Emma well.
I live with my uncle and my dear younger cousin; in their large plantation home on one thousand acres. I will turn 20 in a week or so; my birthday is June 10th.
My Love,
Catherine
After he read her letter; he chuckled as he folded her letter and tucked it away in his front pocket of his jacket. “Hummmmm, I will have to go birthday shopping for this little doll, indeed.” He smiled as his words were only heard by his little puppy.
It wasn’t long until she heard that annoying sing songy voice again, “Oh Catherine! Catherine! He has sent you a package! Where are you?” It wasn’t long until the younger woman found her, “Oh, there you are! Open it!” she said as she handed her cousin the small package.
“Who sent this?”
“Who do you think? Silly! Hurry up Catherine! Open it!”
Catherine was as excited as Estelle; she flipped the small package over in her hands and busied herself ripping the brown paper, “Good Lord, why would he send me a package; I never responded to his letter. He sure did use a lot of string! Fetch me the scissors, Estelle.”
“They are in the top drawer of the desk silly.” The younger woman chimed.
“Oh.” Soon she was echoing her younger cousin in a fit of giggles, “silly me.” Estelle was right; the scissors were at her finger tips.
“Well, cut the string, birthday girl!” she winked at her cousin for it was indeed her birthday, 20th birthday.
Within a matter of seconds; Catherine had the package open; the contents was another letter and a very beautiful cameo. “Oh my goodness! This is beautiful and I bet it cost him dearly. Oh my.” Her hands were trembling at this point.
“Oh, it is beautiful. Now read his letter.”
Setting the cameo back on the cotton in the box; she picked up the neatly folded message. Unfolding the delicate baby blue paper; again she saw his neat hand writing; perfect print.
June 5, 1859
My Dearest Catherine,
Happy Birthday!
When I saw this cameo; it reminded me of a lovely young woman, you. I hope you like it and will wear it.
I hope we can correspond and agree on a meeting date. Emma is sleeping as I write this letter.
I just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you and wish you a happy birthday. I hope we can plan a meeting time in the near future.
Remind me to spank you when we meet!
Yours truly,
Ralph
Estelle resembled a child excited at Christmas. She was dancing around; clapping her hands, “Oh, Catherine! You got to write him!”
“Oh, Estelle, what have you gotten me into?” She said as she touched the cameo. It was a beautiful gesture but was he for real?
The Mail Order Bride--Chapter 3
Catherine was in her bedroom; putting on the finishing touches to her wardrobe and hair. Opening the top vanity drawer; she retrieved the beautiful cameo and put it on at the lace line of her collar. “Estelle,” she said over her shoulder to her younger cousin sitting on the edge of her bed, “I know you mean well but you are going to have to end this correspondence with this generous ridiculous man. You know my wishes; I do not desire to ever marry!”
“Oh, Catherine, he sounds like a dream. I think if you got to know him; you may find yourself happy.”
“Estelle, I mean it. I want you to discourage him in a kind gentle manner. I have no intentions of meeting this man, EVER!” and she rushed out of the room.
Estelle smiled as she twirled a lock of her long blonde curly hair around her finger, “if he could see her out burst just now, she would not need to remind him to spank her when they meet.” She giggled. “Cousin dear, you will eventually meet Mr. Ridiculous and he will spank that cute little fanny of yours!” she whispered.
Estelle rubbed her hands together and quickly composed another letter for the ridiculous Ralph Matthews.
Within a week, Ralph received this letter from Catherine. He was standing in the kitchen as he read the contents and smiled, saying, “Yes mam! I can be there this week even if the letter arrived the week of next week. He started to chuckle and reread the letter a couple of times.
June 11, 1859
Oh my Darling!
You shouldn’t have! The cameo is absolutely beautiful, I will always wear it.
I think the time has come for us to meet. Is it possible for you to come visit me next week? I would love to see you, my Darling man of mine! This wish, I hope you can make it come true!
Surprise me, oh how I love surprises!
Love,
Catherine
He folded up the letter and smiled as he tucked it away in his pocket. “Oh yes, I will meet you soon, my Love, very soon.”
Towards the end of the week; the ridiculous Ralph Matthews arrived; he was in town. First he stopped at the hotel down town and rented a room. He ordered a hot bath which arrived within a matter of minutes. Soon he was ready to meet the interesting little lady who he didn’t know wasn’t aware of him coming. It wouldn’t be long until they both would be surprised!
He walked out to his horse and buggy; it didn’t take him long to find Catherine. Soon his buggy was parked in front of her residence; the two story white plantation house; where she resided with her uncle and younger cousin. He smiled as he climbed down from his buggy and tied his horses to the post. “My, my, my…” he said as he drank in the image of the magnificent home. It wasn’t long until he was standing on the porch; knocking on the front door.
Catherine was in the kitchen, again. She was hot, wearing an apron over her dress, stirring another batch of taffy for the children. “Estelle! Would you see who is at the door, please?”
Estelle was hiding up stairs, she had seen Ralph’s buggy out the window. She was all giggly and pretended not to hear her cousin.
“Estelle! Estelle!” she yelled as she heard someone knocking on the door. No one answered the door and the person knocking kept knocking louder. “Good Lord!” she fumed as she wiped her hands on her apron. She moved the candy off the burner and rushed to the front door. When she opened the door; there stood the ridiculous Ralph Matthews, but he didn’t resemble the man in the photo. He was more handsome, clean shaving, very tall. She looked up at him, “Yes? May I help you?”
He smiled, “My Darling girl!”
“Excuse me? Do I know you?” who is this man?
“It’s me, Ralph.”
“What? Why are you here? Didn’t anyone tell you that it is bad manners to impose on a lady?” she boomed.
“Now, here, here.” He said as he closed in on her.
“Good Lord! I don’t have time for this nonsense!” and she slammed the front door in his face. “The nerve of some people!”
He spoke very calmly but loud enough for her to hear him, “Young lady, I drove a long ways to meet you because you requested it in your letter.”
“What?” she yelled. Slowly she turned around and looked up the stairs; he could hear her yelling, “Estelle! Come down here at once! The ridiculous Ralph Matthews has arrived and I think you have a lot of explaining to do!” And then she spoke more softly to Ralph through the door, “I am sorry, I didn’t write any of the letters, it was my cousin.”
Ralph looked down at his boots and looked at the door; which was inches away from his face, “I see.” He said softly.
Within a matter of seconds Catherine opened the door, again. “You wait while I fetch my younger cousin, she can explain everything.”
He stopped her, “No, I think you have a lot of explaining to do my dear,” and with that; he lead her to the parlor; he noticed it immediately as he came into the house.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
“I recall in your last letter that you love surprises. Well, this is a special surprise darlin’!” He sat down on a well padded chair and pulled the surprised Catherine over his knee!
“Ralph! This is a mistake! You have the wrong girl!”
Lifting the back of her skirts, “Yes, you made a mistake of teasing me and you will soon find out how I feel about games!” Quickly he unfastened her panty looms and smiled as they fell down her legs to her ankles.
“Please!” she cried.
“Oh, you will soon find out that I am not at all pleased!” and he raised his hand high and spanked her bare flesh. Oh how he was enjoying this! “I am not pleased with your attitude young lady!” He spanked her hard; each spank landed after each word.
“Ow! Oh Ralph! You are hurting me! Ow!” she squealed.
He held her down and spanked her hard with the palm of his hand until she was crying and her bottom was HOT pink. Then he lowered her skirts where they covered her well spanked bare bottom and lifted her up and sat her on his lap. She could feel her panty looms resting around her ankles. He looked deep into her eyes, “I want the truth Catherine.”
She was crying so hard, it was difficult for her to talk. He had taken her by surprise; no one had ever treated her like this. Oh how her bottom ached, she was thankful for the layers of material between her flesh and his fabric covering his lap. When she began to calm, that is when she slowly talked to him.
“It wasn’t me. I did not write those letters, it was my cousin Estelle. Estelle had found your ad in the newspaper and answered on my behalf. I didn’t consent to this; and I told her to stop.”
“Why didn’t you write me and stop this yourself?”
Catherine didn’t have an answer for that, “I’m sorry.”
“So you knew about her writing to me?”
“Yes, but I never knew the contents of her letters.”
“Did you read my letters?”
“Yes. I read all of them.”
He noticed his gift to her on her blouse, “I see you wearing the cameo.”
“Yes.” She said softly.
He thought for a moment and it wasn’t long until she was bent over his knee again. Quickly he lifted her skirts and really spanked her bare bottom and hard. Catherine started kicking and squirming over his knees as he spanked her bare flesh. He spanked her long, fast and very hard; the palm of his hand matched the color of her bare bottom, a deep angry RED. Catherine lay limp over his knees; all she could do was cry.
Estelle came running down the stairs when she heard all of the commotion. She stood in the foyer; looking at the couple; the man sitting in their parlor with her cousin crying over his knees. The couple did not notice Estelle standing there at the moment.
Ralph rubbed Catherine’s tender sore bottom for a moment, “I want you to stay put and think about why you got this spanking. Am I clear?”
Catherine sobbed and cried, “Yes.” She said softly.
As he looked up, he noticed Estelle standing in the foyer with a very surprised expression on her delicate face. “And you must be Estelle….”
Estelle was speechless.
“From what Catherine has told me; you have been one busy little girl.” He said as he rubbed Catherine’s back. “Do you have some soothing crème?”
Estelle’s mouth dropped wide open and she shut it, “Yes, yes.”
“Would you go fetch it, please?” he asked.
Estelle ran up the stairs to get the soothing crème for her cousin.
He rubbed Catherine’s bottom lightly with his finger tips, “I will apply the soothing crème as soon as she gets back.” Her bottom was hot to his touch.
Catherine didn’t say anything; she was embarrassed; when she thought of her position, the thought of being bent over like a naughty child; thinking of this made her cry, again.
Ralph leaned over and kissed her sore bottom, “Estelle should be back soon. I know it hurts. The crème should help sooth the soreness.” He lifted her up and sat her on his lap again. “Come here, Love.” And he hugged her tight in a loving embrace. Catherine was shaken up a bit; she burst into tears again; she cried into his chest.
Within a matter of minutes, Estelle arrived with Catherine’s crème; it was a sweet fragrance. She handed it to Ralph and stepped back. He looked at Estelle, and pointed to the love seat, “Sit down, we need to talk, young lady.” His voice was firm and not the type of voice to ignore.
Catherine remained sitting on his lap; he put one arm underneath her knees and turned her body more towards him and lifted up the back of her skirts and applied a generous amount of crème to her tender bare bottom. “Is that better, Love?”
Catherine was speechless; she was overwhelmed with embarrassment and shock. Today was unexpected; she was innocent and at the same time; guilty; guilty because she didn’t compose her own letter to clear up this misunderstanding before it arrived. “I’m so sorry for this.” She cried.
Gently he replaced her panty looms where they belonged and lowered her skirts and repositioned her on his lap. He hugged her close and kissed her on her right temple, “It is all forgiven.”
She was shaken a bit; he could feel it. He continued to hug and comfort her. She whispered, “Thank you.”
He gave her another hug, “Why don’t you go upstairs and lie down. I would like to have a word with your cousin.” Estelle looked really worried and he replied to her facial expression with, “You should be worried, young lady. Very worried indeed.” Then he assisted Catherine; gently pushing her up off is lap. He could tell she was shaky. Quickly he stood up and swept her up in his strong loving arms, “Where is your bedroom?”
Catherine whispered, “The first room on the right as you reach the top of the stairway.”
He started towards the foyer and paused a moment, “Estelle, don’t move. I will deal with you after I put your cousin to bed. Do I make myself clear?”
Estelle nodded.
“Good.” And he carried Catherine up the stairs and found her bedroom. He laid her on her bedspread and kissed her gently on her forehead, “I want you to rest and our next meeting will be a very pleasant surprise to make up for this one. Go to sleep, Sweetheart.” And he was gone.
She laid there with his gentle voice echoing the loving pet names, “My dear”, “My Love” and “Sweetheart’. He had just given her a spanking of all spankings and now he was gentle. Then she smiled, “Estelle is going to get hers!”
Estelle remained sitting on the love seat where he had left her. Soon he was standing in the middle of the parlor floor; his deep gentle voice awoke her out of her daily day dream.
“Young lady, how old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“I see, old enough to know better.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have a ruler?”
“Yes, there is one in the study.” She answered.
“Go fetch it, please.” He said.
“What for?”
“You acted like a naughty school girl with your prank. I am going to treat you like the other naughty school girls, I teach everyday.”
“Oh.” She said softly. The thought of such treatment didn’t worry her for teachers usually used the ruler on the girl’s hand. Soon she arrived back in the parlor with a wooden ruler and handed it to him.
“Thank you.” He said. Noticing a straight back chair in the corner; he walked over and picked it up and set it in the center of the room. “If you will shut the parlor doors….”
“You can’t do this!” she whined.
“Oh yes, I plan to and do a good job of it. Shut the doors, please.”
For a moment she felt very brave. She stiffened her shoulders and stood straight as a board and stomped her little feet, the heel of her little Victorian boot made a clicking noise as it tapped on the hard wood floor. “No!”
He paused a moment, “You are so in trouble, little girl!” and he walked over to the double doors and closed them. Walking over to the straight back chair he sat. Pointing to the little space in front of him, “Come here!”
She was too brave for her own good, “When donkies fly!”
“That is quite enough! Get your little fanny over here, now!”
She starts to laugh, “I don’t think I want to.”
He stands up and slowly walks over towards her. “Come here, you little brat!”
The tone of his voice; she finds it rather comical and starts laughing, “Come here, yourself!” and she starts running around the furniture in the room and she opens the sliding doors of the parlor and off she goes!
“Estelle!” he booms and he chases after her with the stout wooden ruler in one hand. “Come back, young lady or I will borrow a hair brush from your cousin!”
Hair brush? Now that would really hurt, the ruler would sting but hairbrush? She stopped and slowly turned around and walked towards the ridiculous Ralph Matthews; with the stout wooden ruler in his hand.
The Mail Order Bride—Chapter 4
She yelped as he grabbed her and pulled her beyond the parlor doors. He was quick to shut the double doors and then he led her to the straight back chair. Estelle stood there trembling as he sat down and pulled her over his bended knee. He smoothed the back of her skirts with his hand, “Now, young lady, what do you have to say for yourself? That was a naughty prank you pulled. Very naughty indeed!” he said with a thundering hard spank with the palm of his hand; she squealed as it stung her well covered bottom.
“Ow! I’m sorry.” She squealed.
“Oh, I think you are sorry that you are lying across my knee!” he said with another equal spank.
“Ow, not so hard!”
It didn’t take long for the ridiculous Ralph Matthews to bare her bottom and really give her something to squeal about. “You have behaved like a naughty school girl, don’t you think?”
“I am sorry.” Was all she could say.
He rubbed her bottom with the cool wooden ruler, “Do you know what happens to naughty school girls, Estelle?”
“I am really sorry; you don’t have to do that, you know.”
He smiled for a moment and gave her a firm stinging ruler spanking, all over her bare bottom. She kicked and begged him to stop. “I won’t stop until I am convinced that you have learned your lesson.” To her; it felt like an eternity lying across his knee as he burned her bottom with that mean ruler. But in reality; she only was over his knee under a minute; the spanks came down on her bottom very fast and hard; it stung so terribly. Like her cousin did, she went limp across his lap; all she could do was weep.
Finally the spanking stopped; she was crying; her tears flowing down her cheeks, “I’m really sorry for what I did. I am so sorry.” Her crying touched him; she sounded like a wounded heart. He could feel the tiny woman trembling as she lay across his bended knee. Her bottom was an angry shade of RED, just like Catherine’s bottom. But this time; his hand was spared the soreness; thanks to the cold stout ruler.
He looked down at her; this girl had learned her lesson. Gently he rubbed her bottom, “I know you are…” he said softly; he paused a moment as he reached for the soothing crème. “This should help sooth the pain.” And he applied another generous amount of crème to another naughty lady’s bottom. Then he pulled up her panty looms and adjusted them; tying the ribbons to hold them in place. “There, there now, it is over.” He lifted her up and sat her on his knee. “What are we going to do about Catherine?”
At that moment, Estelle smiled at his comical dancing eyes and burst out laughing. “You are so in trouble…..” she said in her little sing songy voice. “My cousin is really innocent; she had nothing to do with this.” She giggled some more. “And I think she might like you.”
He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Do you think?” He had a way of turning tears into laughter. Young Estelle enjoyed the loving attention of this man, he held her for a while, hugging her in a way like a father would comfort his child.
When they finally opened the parlor doors; they saw a happy Catherine slowly walking down the stairway. She looked up to see him holding her ruler. It was evident that he had used it on her younger cousin. Estelle was smiling and she also could see that the girl had been crying as well.
Ralph was the first to speak, his words were for Catherine, “May I call on you, in the near future?”
Catherine smiled and worried her lip, “Oh, I don’t know. I will need time to think about it, if you know what I mean. Today has been a very trying day. Don’t you agree?”
He didn’t expect that answer, “Oh yes, I understand. Take your time, Sweetheart.” He hugged Estelle one last time and let himself out the front door.
After Catherine locked the front door, Estelle ran and hugged her cousin. “Are you going to let him call on you? He is so handsome! Are you?”
Catherine rubbed her tender bottom through layers of clothing, “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t like the idea of a man spanking me like that. And I think he would find too many reasons to spank me for sure.”
Her cousin laughed, “Maybe not. Now that he knows how this happened, maybe not. Oh cousin, you are not the naughty type; so you have nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t know about that. A man who spanks like that; I think he might be strict. He sure was brave to come in here and spank us like he did. What if Uncle would have been home? He didn’t think about that, did he? I should have never opened the door after I slammed it in his face!”
Three days later, there was a knock on the front door of the white plantation home. Catherine answered the door and was greeted by a young boy; he handed her a message. “I will wait for you to read it and reply. Then I will deliver your reply to the man who sent this.”
“Thank you.” She said as she took the folded note, sealed with a ribbon. She untied the ribbon and unfolded the paper and read:
July 18, 1895
My Dearest Catherine,
May I call on you? I would love to see you, again.
Ralph Matthews
Catherine looked at the boy, “You wait here, I will write my reply on his message and then you can take it to him.”
The boy smiled and nodded. She went into her study and grabbed a pen and dipped it into the ink and scribbled out in her squirrelly handwriting. At the bottom of his letter, she wrote:
Mr. Matthews,
I suggest you go home and forget you ever met me!
Catherine
Smiling to herself, she set the ink pen down on her desk and blew on the paper to dry the ink. She waited a few seconds and folded the paper; folding on the existing creases of the page and walked back to the front door and handed the note to the boy. He reached into her pocket and pulled out a shiny silver dollar and handed it to the boy. “This is for your trouble, lad. Have a good day.” And she closed the door and locked it behind her. She smiled to herself, “We will see how the ridiculous Ralph Matthews feels about that.”
The boy delivered Catherine’s message. When Ralph read her message, he burst out laughing, “My type of woman! My type of woman indeed! I think Estelle’s meddling paid off; I will have to remember to hug that little girl for her prank.”
The Mail Order Bride—Chapter 5
Ralph decided to give Catherine time so he went home shortly after he received her reply. When the time was right; he would be calling on Catherine
and eventually marry that woman! He also knew that if he didn’t handle her carefully; he would lose her and he did not want to do that. This little woman was the ONE; deep in his heart; he knew it.
A few weeks later; Catherine arrived in Boston by train; she came there to renew her exam for teaching. She didn’t realize it until she arrived at her destination; while she was seated in the back row; taking her exam. Catherine was the last person sitting in the testing room; when she looked up; the sight of him took her breath away. The man standing before her; way up in the front of the class room; he was the ridiculous Ralph Matthews. She never dreamed that it would be he who graded the teaching exams. There he stood; waiting patiently for her to complete her test.
He smiled at her; watching her as she gracefully walked up the isle. She nodded and handed him the papers, “Mr. Matthews.” She said politely. Catherine was still embarrassed from her spanking a few weeks ago. He was so gentle and kind to her afterwards but she was embarrassed. She found it hard to be in his presence after such an ordeal, crying over his knee; so embarrassing, humiliating. “Good day.” She said and tried to leave as politely as possible.
Her heart felt like it was ripping in two; part of her wanted to run to him and hug him; while the other part of her wanted to run away and hide. As she turned to leave, she heard his gentle voice, “Catherine.” When she heard her name; his voice touched her deep; deep down in her soul. “Please…” his voice was pleading; and all her pent up emotions came up to the surface; she couldn’t help it; she broke down and cried.
Her tears embarrassed her; she felt like fleeing, “Please leave me a lone.” She cried.
He could see that she was crying, he took a few steps towards her and gently touched her shoulder and turned her around to face him, “Oh Catherine. Don’t cry.” He opened up his loving arms, “Come here, darling. Come here.”
She ran into his hugging embrace, “Oh Ralph!” she cried, “I am so sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?” he asked as he hugged her tight. “What do you have to be sorry for?”
“That mean reply that I wrote at the bottom of your message.” She said as she buried her head into his chest.
He hugged her tight as he rubbed her back, when he thought of what she had written; the thought of it made him chuckle, “Oh my Catherine, you had every right to write what you did.”
“But I really wanted you to call on me.”
“Oh Catherine…” her words made him so happy. He hugged her again, “Lets make today’s surprise a happy one. Shall we?”
His words were like a healing balm. She smiled up at him, “Okay.” She said softly.
“That’s my girl!” he chuckled. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a soft clean handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears. Glancing down at his pocket watch, he smiled at her, “Let’s go have some lunch.”
She smiled, “I would love to.” And then she paused a moment, “Ralph?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Is it possible for you to grade my test first?” she asked softly.
“Why certainly.” He said.
“Good.”
They grabbed their things and left the building. He locked the doors behind him and lifted her up onto the foot board of his carriage. Soon, he was sitting beside her on the soft leather seat; he smiled at her, “Is it okay if we have lunch at my house?”
“Yes, I would love to see where you live.” She said.
“Good, Emma’s governess also cooks for us. She creates meals as good as in the restaurants. Plus you can meet my daughter, Emma would love you.”
Shortly they arrive at his Victorian style; two story house. The sight of it; it takes Catherine’s breath away, “This is where you live? Wow! This is like a dream.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled. Ralph enjoyed watching Catherine, she reminded him of a child at Christmas, and her excitement was wonderful and refreshing. He knew this woman would be perfect for him as well as his baby daughter.
They enjoyed fine dining in his dining room; the table was beautiful; decorated with fine linens as well as fine china. This room was like a dream! And he was right; the governess sure did know how to cook. The little girl was adorable; it was evident that she adored her Daddy and he adored her.
Emma pointed at Catherine, “You so pretty!” and then she looked at her father, “Isn’t she, Daddy?”
He chuckled at the tiny girl’s words, “Yes, very pretty.” He smiled at his baby girl.
Emma pointed to the floor, “Emma down now, down.”
Ralph reached over and lifted the tiny girl up off her pillow and set her on the floor, “There you go, Sweetheart.”
Catherine smiled at him, “She is such a pretty little girl.”
He smiled at her, “Thank you. Would you mind watching her for a moment, while I grade your test? You would like to know your test results, I am sure.” He chuckled.
“Yes. Oh Ralph, I hope I did well on that.”
Scooting his chair back across the floor, he stood up, “I am sure you did fine. It won’t take me long to grade it. Okay?”
The tiny girl was comical as she grabbed Catherine’s hand, “Come with me! Daddy is busy.”
Ralph chuckled at his daughter, “She is right.” He walked over to his leather brief case and opened it and retrieved Catherine’s exam, “I will be in my study.” And he was gone.
Catherine could feel the butterflies floating deep in her tummy, “I hope I did okay.” She whispered to the tiny girl.
Emma looked at her, “It will be okay.”
Catherine started to laugh, “You think?”
“Um hum, now lets go.” She said as she grabbed Catherine’s hand. “We can play in my room.”
The little girl had a way of easing Catherine’s mind, “Lead the way.”
After Catherine laid the little girl down for her nap; she quietly left the bedroom. As she tipsy toed out of the room; she felt the familiar loving arms around her. He kissed the top of her curly red hair, “And where do you think you are going, young lady?” he asked as he chuckled.
“Shhh, you will wake your darling little daughter. She is asleep.” She whispered.
He whispered back, “Okay Precious.” And he took her hand and led her down the stairs. “I graded your test and you did extremely well. I knew you would!” and he wrapped his arms around her; hugging her so tightly, she felt so safe in his arms.
She squealed, “I did?”
“Yes, dear. You scored 98 percent and I am very proud of you.” He hugged her again.
She was speechless; all she could do was smile and he chuckled as he held her in his familiar tight loving embrace. He heard her sigh and the only sound that came out of her mouth was, “Wow…”
Her reactions were precious to him; her sweet innocence made him chuckle. Oh how she loved the sound of his chuckles. She could hear him smiling through his voice, “Would you like a piece of cake, little girl?”
“Oh yes, teacher, I would.” She bursted out in a childish giggle.
He smiled as he gave her another loving squeeze; this little woman was so lovable and huggable, “Good! Would you like ice cream, too?”
“Oh boy! Ice cream?”
“Um hummmm, you can have all the cake and ice cream you want, little lady.” He started chuckling again.
She sure could get use to the sound of his chuckles. And when she thought of one of his funny letters; one funny phrase sent her into a fit of laughter.
His facial expression was comical, “What?”
She was laughing so hard, she found it hard to breath, “Oh nothing.” And then she started laughing again.
“Oh dear.” And he looked puzzled for a moment.
When her laughter ceased, she mocked one of his letters, “Don’t forget to remind me to give you a birthday spanking….” And she started giggling again.
“Do you want it before your cake and ice cream or afterwards, little girl?”
“You wouldn’t!” she said in a serious tone.
He pretended to look stern, “Come with me.” And he led her to a straight back chair and propping his foot up on the seat; he lifted her up and bent her over his thigh. “Oh you are in so much trouble…”
His voice was so comical; the sound of his laughter made her feel safe and loved. She giggled, “Me?”
“Yes, young lady.” He chuckled. Then he patted her well covered bottom with his hand and gave her 19 spanks on the seat of her skirts. Then he lifted her up off of his thigh and gave her a long “Happy Birthday Hug” and kissed her the way he had longed to.
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I'm Not Catherine!
Let Me Hug These Tears Away
Summary
By Musicboxdancer/childlikewoman.
Let Me Hug These Tears Away
A historical romance; the time frame is set in the early 1800s.
Interrupting his teaching with a loud, bump-bump, bump-bump; the desk rocked backwards and forward; this was her daily routine. Bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump; on and on it went; the noise grew louder and louder.
Unlike the others; he pulled her up from her desk; his hands were around her tiny waist. “Young lady, I said enough.” His voice was soft and firm. With a soft angelic voice, “Sir, I am sorry; I won’t interrupt again.” Her forehead resting on the wallpaper covered corner; she decided that she had had enough of the corner.
That annoying sound; bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump! The classroom echoed with laughter; the teacher looked beyond upset. Silence overflowed the room. He paused and turned for a moment; facing her in the distance of the class room. “Yes, young lady?” The tone of his voice did not mirror the anger tones in his face.
That annoying sound; it found its voice again; metal landing on the hard wood floor; over and over again! “Children! I said enough!” the room grew silent.
The room grew very silent. “Yes, young lady! “Sir, I am sorry; I won’t interrupt again.”
“Young lady, I am waiting.” He said impatiently; his arms were folded across his chest. Anger sped all over his face. “You’ll never catch me! Never!” she yelled as she picked up her skirts and ran down the stairs. She ran fast for a woman but not fast enough.
Soon she felt his arm wrap around her ribs; she was caught.
“Yes, eventually.”
There were no words for sometimes actions speak louder than words.
“No, no” she cried. “How old are you, young lady?”, he asked as his other hand rested on her well covered bottom.
At that moment she felt really embarrassed.
Why are you in my class?” he said as he brought his hand down hard on her layer of skirts.
“I hate school!” her tone was defiant and angry. “Yes sir.”
“No, no” she cried.
“Enough, young lady!” he said as he began examine the line of zeros beside her name. “Homework is a waste of time.”
You will catch up and get every assignment done!” and he began to spank her bare bottom with the palm of his hand.
“Ow!” she cried as the palm of his hand began to really sting her bottom. “Are you going to interrupt my class again, young lady?”
She lost count of the spanks and began to cry. “No sir, I am sorry.” She cried.
“Ow, ow, ow.” She cried; kicking her feet until her body was limp over his lap.
“Good! “Am I going to have to repeat myself, young lady?”
“You are Mary Jane Withers?”
“Mary Jane Winters.” Mary Jane Winters?!”
“Yes, sir.
“Mary Jane Winters? As in Clara Winters daughter?”
“Yes sir.” She said through tears. If you act that way again; I will turn you over my knee.
“Nathaniel Wedgeworth.”
“I hope the palm of your hand hurts!” she said with an adorable pout.
“That is why teachers use rulers or paddles, my dear.” Let’s see if I can hug all your tears away.” And he did hug away every tear. It wasn’t long until he noticed a very happy young woman cradled in his arms.
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Let Me Hug These Tears Away
A historical romance; the time frame is set in the early 1800s.
So Beautiful, yet a holy terror….
It happened on his first day of teaching; in that old rickety one room school house.
Interrupting his teaching with a loud, bump-bump, bump-bump; the desk rocked backwards and forward; this was her daily routine. Bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump; on and on it went; the noise grew louder and louder.
Unlike the others; he pulled her up from her desk; his hands were around her tiny waist. “Young lady, I said enough.” His voice was soft and firm. He carried her down the isle to the front of the room and led her to the corner. “You can stand there until you decide to behave.”
In the corner; she stood; standing where he sent her. With a soft angelic voice, “Sir, I am sorry; I won’t interrupt again.” Her forehead resting on the wallpaper covered corner; she decided that she had had enough of the corner.
“Very well then, you may sit down.” He walked over to her and led her back to her desk; down the isle and he turned on his heel. As he walked up to the front of the room; the interruption started up again.
That annoying sound; bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump! The classroom echoed with laughter; the teacher looked beyond upset. Silence overflowed the room. He paused and turned for a moment; facing her in the distance of the class room. “Yes, young lady?” The tone of his voice did not mirror the anger tones in his face.
She sat silent for a moment; looking up at him; she gave a wicked grin.
That annoying sound; it found its voice again; metal landing on the hard wood floor; over and over again! The classroom was roared with laughter, again. Was he livid? His neck was red all the way up to his cheek bones. “Children! I said enough!” the room grew silent. His next words were for her alone. He pointed to her in the back row, “You! Come up here!”
“Me?” she asked softly.
The room grew very silent. It was evident that this man was different, he looked angry. “Yes, young lady! Come up here now!” He was standing in front of his desk facing the class; with a ruler in his hand.
Slowly she slid out from the one piece desk and stood to her feet. She looked at him for a moment; she didn’t expect him to react this way for no one else did. In the past; she had always been free to do as she wished and she loved that. She had always had her way up until now.
She thought for a moment; her outer appearance was calm; while the inside of her felt weak and trembling. “Sir, I am sorry; I won’t interrupt again.”
“Young lady, I am waiting.” He said impatiently; his arms were folded across his chest. Anger sped all over his face.
She glanced at him and then at the doors on either side of him. Maybe she could make a run for it; she was a fast runner. He didn’t look like the type who would run after her, did he?
He was handsome; the sound of his voice was so soothing. She continued to stand in the isle while he let his ideas flow through his lips, out loud. “I will count to ten and if you are not here” he emphasized as he pointed to the spot before him, “you dear, will not like the consequences.”
He called me dear. Maybe he isn’t too angry?
His words did not affect her as he had hoped they would. Her little voice boomed back at him, “Noooooooooo!” she yelled as made a dash for the door behind her.
Her actions set him into motion. He came towards her, “That’s it, young lady!”
She was fast, turning on her heel; she ran out the front door! “You’ll never catch me! Never!” she yelled as she picked up her skirts and ran down the stairs. She ran fast for a woman but not fast enough.
Soon she felt his arm wrap around her ribs; she was caught. He hugged her close to this chest; her back was against him; his chin rested on the top of her soft head of curls. “Young lady, that was not a very nice thing to do, was it?” He sounded like he was scolding a five year old.
She busted out laughing, “Probably not.” she was grinning.
Her laughter angered him, “Young lady, I am going to release the children to go home for the day and then I am going to deal with you! I doubt you will be laughing when I am done.”
He had his arms wrapped around her waist and rib cage; her feet were not touching the ground. “What do you plan to do? Send me to the corner?” she was kicking air.
“Yes, eventually.” Once inside he dismissed the children to go. After the children left he focused his attention on his naughty student.
There were no words for sometimes actions speak louder than words.
He wasted no time; with a firm grip on her hand; he led her to his desk and retrieved a small wooden round paddle out of the top drawer; it resembled a hairbrush, minus the bristles.
She was silent; she was too scared to talk at this point. His motions were fast; within a matter of seconds; he was sitting on his straight back chair; she was draped over his knees.
“No, no” she cried. “You must not!”
“How old are you, young lady?”, he asked as his other hand rested on her well covered bottom.
“I turned eighteen last week, sir.” At that moment she felt really embarrassed.
“Old enough to know better.” He said with a tight lip. “Why are you still in school? A woman your age would be at least in her second year of teaching. Why are you in my class?” he said as he brought his hand down hard on her layer of skirts.
“I hate school!” her tone was defiant and angry. “I am here because… because…” then she got real quiet and felt so ashamed.
He glanced over his desk and retrieved the grade book that had belonged to the previous teachers before him, “Hummmm, I will see why you are here…” he said as he laid the book on her back and started flipping to the current page. “And your name is?”
“Mary” she said softly.
He looked down the list of names and noticed her full name towards the bottom of the list, “Ahhhh, you are Mary Jane Withers?”
“Yes sir.”
It didn’t occur to him that this was his soon to be future wife. It didn’t take him long to lift the back of her skirts and find her bare bottom.
“No, no” she cried.
“Enough, young lady!” he said as he began examine the line of zeros beside her name. “It appears that you haven’t been doing your homework. Am I correct?”
“Homework is a waste of time.”
“Young lady, you have a lot of work to do. You will catch up and get every assignment done!” and he began to spank her bare bottom with the palm of his hand.
“Ow!” she cried as the palm of his hand began to really sting her bottom.
“Maybe you will remember what happens to naughty girls who interrupt my class!”
She reached back with her free hand to shield her bottom, “Ow! No. Oh!” he was stinging her on her bare bottom good.
He grabbed her hand, “Remove your hand this instant!” he bellowed as he began to spank up the intensity with his paddle.
Her words did not stop her punishment. He made sure that every part of her bottom, sit spot and the back of her thighs; felt the sting of his wrath. He was not a cruel man; eventually he did stop. “Are you going to interrupt my class again, young lady?”
She lost count of the spanks and began to cry. “No sir, I am sorry.” She cried.
“Are you going to do your homework?”
“Yesssssssssss.” She cried.
“I should have done this the first time instead of sending you to the corner.” He held her down and continued to punish her bottom; turning it an angry shade of hot pink with his hand, again.
“Ow, ow, ow.” She cried; kicking her feet until her body was limp over his lap.
“Good! Maybe you will remember what happens when you think about interrupting my class and refusing to do your homework!” Her bottom was a bright hot pink with a few red marks. She was crying hard by this point. He set the paddle aside and fastened her panty looms. “Am I going to have to repeat myself, young lady?”
She was so embarrassed; no one had ever punished her before. She was crying hard and responded, “No sir.” She lay limp over his knees; her face wet with tears.
He replaced her skirts to their rightful place and turned her right side up; sitting on his knees. He touched her chin and turned her head to face him, “If you do, I will do this in front of the class next time. Do you understand?”
She nodded quickly, “Yes sir.” She said softly.
“Good.” He said. He paused for a moment when he realized what her name was. “You are Mary Jane Withers?”
“Mary Jane Winters.” She said as she looked down at his shiny gold buttons on the front of his shirt.
His jaw dropped, “Mary Jane? Mary Jane Winters?!”
“Yes, sir. Is there something wrong?”
She didn’t know it but he was the man that she was soon to marry. She knew she was engaged but didn’t know him, yet.
“Mary Jane Winters? As in Clara Winters daughter?”
“Yes sir.” She said through tears. “How do you know my mother?”
He hugged her close; “Oh my dear! Your parents had an agreement with my parents years ago; that we would marry. You were a tiny baby at the time; I was just a boy.”
She welcomed his hugging embrace; she buried her head in his chest and cried; releasing all her pent up emotions.
He noticed she still was crying from her spanking, “I never dreamt that I would be meeting you like this.” He hugged her tight, “You will behave for me, won’t you Mary Jane?” Hugging her tighter; he began to rock her in his arms.
She found the sound of his voice to be soothing some how, “Yes sir.” She said through her tears.
His voice softens as did his touch, “I hate that I had to make you cry on our first meeting, my dear.”
“Are you going to send me to the corner?” she asked as he hugged her close to his chest.
He pulled her away enough to cradle her face in his hands, “You my dear, will always spend your corner time in my arms.”
She was at a loss for words; she knew she was engaged to someone but it never accrued to her that he would spank her.
He kissed her softly on the forehead, “I had heard that there was a holy terror who chased all the teachers away; I never dreamt it would be you.” He started to chuckle, hugging her close, “I am not going anywhere. If you act that way again; I will turn you over my knee. Do I make myself clear?”
She smiled through her tears, “Okay.”
He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, “Here, this is clean; dry your eyes.”
She took the clean white cloth from his hand, “Thank you.” She said softly.
Smiling down at her, “You are welcome.”
“What is your name?” she asked.
“Nathaniel Wedgeworth.”
He brushed a strand of loose hair away from her eyes with his finger tips, “How old are you?”
“I will be eighteen next week.” She looked deep into his eyes. “How old are you?”
“Twenty five.” He gave her a crooked grin.
She shifted on his lap, “You spank too hard.” She pouted.
He hugged her closer to his chest and kissed her on her temple, “You deserved every spank, Sweetheart!” he said in a playful stern voice.
“I hope the palm of your hand hurts!” she said with an adorable pout.
“That is why teachers use rulers or paddles, my dear.” She could tell by the tone of his voice he was no longer angry with her. Oh how she loved the sound of his chuckles.
“Nathaniel?”
“Yes?” he said as he kissed her gently on her cheek; wiping another tear away with his thumb.
“You won’t tell anyone that you punished me, will you?”
Her questions made him chuckle, “No dear. But if you repeat this behavior; you will feel a repeat of what you just experienced today.”
“There will not be a repeat.” She sounded like a little girl.
He looked deep in her eyes, “Good. Let’s see if I can hug all your tears away.” And he did hug away every tear. It wasn’t long until he noticed a very happy young woman cradled in his arms.
A brief Summary
Let Me Hug Those Tears Away—Chapter 2
“Whew.” Nathaniel looked up when he heard the children laughing. He rose up from his desk and walked towards the paper wad on the floor. “Who did this?” he asked as he bent down and retrieved the wadded up paper. Slowly he unwadded the paper and shook his head when he saw the owner’s name on the top right hand corner. “Mary Jane Winters! Come up here please.”
“This corner.” He said as he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight loving embrace. “Stay in this corner until I tell you otherwise. “You have been a very bad girl, Mary Jane. “Oh Nathaniel, I love you.”
Let Me Hug Those Tears Away—Chapter 2
She had really tried to be good and was on her best behavior until her patience had come to its end. It had been weeks; she had been the model student; no longer that little terror that many teachers had feared. But today; the old version of her; it was creeping in, gradually; day by day. Was it the weather?
There she sat; in her seat; she was in a world of her own—rocking; the sound of the metal hitting the hard wood floor; it was a familiar sound to his ears. He saw her with her head buried down; inches from her paper; she was in deep thought; working on her homework assignments. He didn’t think she realized that she was rocking; so he set his book softly on his desk and slowly rose up from where he was sitting; behind his desk. Slowly he walked around his desk and gradually made it down the isle; soon he was standing, just inches from her desk.
He cleared his throat, and she looked up. She noticed him smiling and then he said, in a whisper, “Mary Jane, stop rocking the desk, dear. The children are trying to read; some are taking a test.”
Her mouth dropped for a moment, he could tell she was embarrassed, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
He winked at her and turned around; started walking back up the isle towards his desk.
“Whew.” She sighed, and she continued on with her assignment.
She was working hard; really trying to be good. Within a few weeks; she had completed many assignments and turned many zeros into A(s). But today was really extremely hard; she was working on a subject that she hated; MATH. She had used her eraser so much that the paper was thread bare in some areas. Her good behavior; it was about to take a rapid turn and twist.
She had had enough; the math problems were getting more difficult; some of them were unsolvable. Slowly she wadded up the paper and threw it as hard as she could throw it; her anger sent the paper ball up the isle; it ran out of gas about four feet from the teacher’s desk.
Nathaniel looked up when he heard the children laughing. He rose up from his desk and walked towards the paper wad on the floor. “Who did this?” he asked as he bent down and retrieved the wadded up paper. Slowly he unwadded the paper and shook his head when he saw the owner’s name on the top right hand corner. “Mary Jane Winters! Come up here this instant!” Ooh. He looked angry. She is so in trouble!
She wasn’t in the mood to be his naughty student; she looked at him a moment and then she grabbed another piece of paper as she stood. Slowly she crushed the paper in her hand and made another tight paper ball and hurled it in his direction; hitting him in the chest. “I don’t think so.”
He looked down at the floor at the second paper wad; he couldn’t believe that she did that. Nathaniel took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair; then he looked at her; his words were firm; pointing at her, “YOU!—in my office, NOW!” then he pointed at a door near his teaching area.
Oh, she was so in trouble! “I’m sorry, please…” she cried.
“Mary Jane.” He glared at her; his tone was enough.
“Yes, sir.” She said softly and she eased her way up the isle; walking beside him and then past him to the little office that he had sent her to.
“I will be in there shortly.” He said and then he directed his attention to the children.
After he had the children settled back into their prior routine; he was gone, soon he was standing in his office; Mary Jane was sitting on a near by chair. Quickly he closed the office door; “What was that little tantrum about, Mary Jane?”
“I am sick of all this homework!”
“I know you are.” He said in an understanding way. “But, remember what I told you?”
She looked down at her hands for a moment, “Please Nathaniel, don’t do it.”
“Oh but dear, I must. I promised you this would happen if you interrupted my class.”
“But Nathaniel, they will hear everything.”
“Yes, I am sure they will. You should have thought about that before you acted on your poor choices.”
“Oh Nathaniel…” she pleaded as he took her hand and gently pulled her up off of the chair. Soon it was he that sat and she found herself in that familiar positions; lying across his bended knees.
Quickly he lifted the back of her skirts and found her bare bottom, “I had only planned on sending you to the corner but since you were defiant, just remember that defiance is always a spanking offense, young lady!” and with that said; it wasn’t long until she felt the palm of his large hand; landing several times; very HARD across her bare bottom.
“Ow, ow, ow! Oh Nathaniel, it hurts! Ow!” she cried.
He readjusted her over his knee and really gave her something to cry about. “You have earned this Mary Jane and I plan to make sure that you get everything you deserve!” He held her in place as he paddled her bottom with his hand; his wrath could be heard beyond his office door, the sound of her crying and the spanks that landed on her bare bottom.
“I’m sorry. Please…” she cried.
He stopped for a moment and lifted her up off his knee; pointing to a corner, “In that corner, NOW!”
“But I thought you said that my corner time would always be in your arms.” She whined.
“Well, I did say that, didn’t I?” his facial expression softened a bit. Quickly he pulled her down to sit on his lap and wrapped his arms around her; hugging her close to his chest. “I want you to think about why you got this spanking. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Quickly he kissed her forehead and pulled her to her corner.
She hiccupped, “Yes, sir.” And she cried as her nose brushed the soft fabric that covered his chest.
“And then we will finish up with your punishment.”
She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes, “Punishment, you have punished me enough, Nathaniel.”
“Enough, Mary Jane. After you do your corner time; you will receive the remainder of your punishment.” He said as he hugged her back into her corner.
After he thought she had spent enough time in the corner; he lifted her up off his lap. He pointed to a small desk in the corner, “Go bend over the desk, Mary Jane.”
“But…” she started to protest.
“Mary Jane, I am treating you like I would any naughty school girl. Please do as I ask.” His voice was kind.
Slowly she walked over to his desk and bent over and gripped the further side. Soon he was standing beside her; opening a drawer he retrieved a leather strap. Quickly he raised her skirts and bared her bottom, “I will give you ten with the strap and all will be forgiven. Hold onto the far edge, dear.” And he raised the strap and brought it down hard on her upturned bottom.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she cried; the tears were flowing down her cheeks.
“Are we going to throw anymore temper tantrums, Mary Jane?” and he continued to apply the strap.
“No! Ow, ow, ow!” she cried. Within a matter of seconds, the strapping was over.
“In the corner, NOW!” he said as he put the strap away.
She looked confused for a moment, “Which corner?” she asked as the tears continued to flow down her face.
“This corner.” He said as he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight loving embrace. “Stay in this corner until I tell you otherwise. Do I make myself clear?”
She hugged him tight, “Yes, sir.” And she cried in his arms.
“You have been a very bad girl, Mary Jane. You are not coming out of this corner soon.” He said with a chuckle.
“Oh Nathaniel, I love you.” She said with a smile.
He gave her a tight squeeze, “Oh, I love you more.”
Summary
Let Me Hug These Tears Away—Chapter 3
The tiny little girl clapped her hands. Finally it was time to go home; class was dismissed. Opening the door to his office; he smiled; there in the corner; on the cot; she slept. He walked over to her and knelt; he brushed her wavy hair back, “Class is dismissed.”
“I dismissed the children about fifteen minutes ago. And I graded your Math paper that you got so upset over.”
“I hate tests.” Oh, Nathaniel! “I love you too, Sweetheart.” “I think you could use some extra corner time, young lady.”
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“This corner.” He said as he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight loving embrace. “Stay in this corner until I tell you otherwise. Do I make myself clear?”
She hugged him tight, “Yes, sir.” And she cried in his arms.
“You have been a very bad girl, Mary Jane. You are not coming out of this corner soon.” He said with a chuckle.
“Oh Nathaniel, I love you.” She said with a smile.
He gave her a tight squeeze, “Oh, I love you more.”
Let Me Hug These Tears Away—Chapter 3
Mary Jane enjoyed every moment in the corner; when her time of reflection was up; she didn’t want to leave the corner. He gently pushed her away from his body at arms length; looking lovingly deep into her eyes.
“You look tired, my dear.” He pointed to a neat little cot in the corner, “Why don’t you lie down for a while?” he said as he led her to the cot; reaching underneath the little make shift bed; he pulled out a little quilt. “I will go check on the children, and then we can talk.”
Sitting on the cot; she laid down, “Okay.” She said softly.
He covered her with the little throw quilt, “I will be back when class is dismissed.” Leaning down, he kissed her on her nose. And he left the room; closing the door behind him.
She smiled to herself, “He is really a sweet man.” And her thoughts carried her into a peaceful sleep.
The children were pretty much as he had left them. Some were reading, while some were busy with homework and there were a few still taking their test; they looked like they were struggling.
He walked over to a cute little girl; she looked about 6 years old; kneeling beside her; he gently put his hand on her shoulder, “What’s wrong Sweetheart?”
She looked like she was on the verge of tears, “I can’t read the questions.”
He smiled, she was so cute. He spoke softly, “Well, we will finish this test together.” And he read the questions, while she giggled and told him the correct answers. It was questions about a story they had read; he smiled at her, “You did very well, Magee.” He stood up and retrieved his grading pen and graded her paper where she could see, “You made an A. Good job!” The tiny little girl clapped her hands. He knelt beside her and whispered, “Shhhhh, the other children are still working.”
She made an “O” with her mouth, “Okay.”
He noticed that some of the children were restless; they had completed their homework or tests. “For those of you who are done, you can take a recess.”
“Oh boy!” chimed one of the boys. And Nathaniel smiled as he saw a group of youngsters rushing out the back door; they deserved a recess.
The remainder of the class time; it went really fast. All the children were well behaved except for that young woman napping in his office. The very thought of this; now that made him chuckle.
Finally it was time to go home; class was dismissed. But Mary Jane didn’t realize that; she was asleep on the cot; in his office; all cozy snuggled underneath the quilt.
Nathaniel straightened up the classroom and then noticed the wrinkled up Math assignment setting on his desk. He sat down at his desk and looked the paper over, he smiled, “Not bad, Mary Jane. Not bad at all.” The paper was wrinkled but it was a complete assignment. That girl sure had a temper, he chuckled to himself. He graded the paper and recorded another “A” in the grade book.
Opening the door to his office; he smiled; there in the corner; on the cot; she slept. He walked over to her and knelt; he brushed her wavy hair back, “Class is dismissed.”
His gentle voice jolted her awake, rubbing her eyes, “What time is it?”
“I dismissed the children about fifteen minutes ago. And I graded your Math paper that you got so upset over.”
“You did? May I redo it? I didn’t do very well, did I?”
He hugged her, “Sweetheart, you only missed one problem. You do not need to redo that paper. You made an “A”. As well as you are doing; I think you are ready for the final exam; the exam you take to graduate.” He scolded her in a gentle manner, “Sweetheart, you should have taken it a few years ago.”
“I hate tests.” She said as she looked at the floor.
“I know you do, but you can’t be my student forever.”
“I don’t want to be, and I am sick of all this homework. If I have to do much more, I am going to scream!” She was so tired of school work.
“Well, as far as I am concerned; you have done all your homework. Now, we just need to prepare you for the big exam and I will help you. Okay?”
“Okay.” She said softly.
“I will tutor you in my office; you do not have to sit with the rest of the children. I think you would be more comfortable in here.” Then he chuckled as he said, “You are a bad influence on the younger ones. I don’t want them to get any ideas.” And he hugged her tight, “You can study and be my assistant; help me grade papers.”
“Yesssssssssssssss. Oh, Nathaniel! You are wonderful! I love you!” she squealed.
“I love you too, Sweetheart.” He said as he pulled her into a hugging embrace. “Very much!”
She winced a bit as her well covered bottom landed on his knee, “Ow.”
He adjusted her on his lap, “My poor baby.” He chuckled.
She gave him an adorable little pout, “It isn’t funny.” Her bottom really did smart.
He gently lifted her up off his lap and sat her beside him, “I think I have some soothing crème.” He said as he stood up; walking over to his desk; he opened the top drawer, “Ahhh, here it is.” Then he walked over to her; sitting next to her, “Over my knee, young lady.” He said with a smile.
“Yes sir.” She said with a giggle.
He lifted up the back of her skirts and bared her bottom again and whistled, “It looks like the teacher really laid that strap on hard.” Her bottom was warm and a very bright PINK. “This crème should help it feel better.” And he applied a very generous amount to her tender bottom.
“Oooh, don’t forget the back of my thighs. He spanked me there, too.” She said softly.
“Oh, I can see that.” He said as he soothed her. “Better now?”
“Um hum.” She said as he put her panty looms in place.
“I think you could use some extra corner time, young lady.” He said in a mock stern voice. Gently he lifted her up; her skirts fell into place around her feet. And he stood; pulling her into a gently loving embrace. Gently he pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, tightly; his chin rested on top of her mound of soft curls. He closed his eyes and drank in the sweet fragrance of her.
She hugged him tight, “Yes sir.” She giggled.
“Look up.” He said. When she tilted her head back; he surprised her with a very romantic kiss. She felt so safe and loved; class was dismissed; at this moment he was no longer her teacher. Who was this wonderful man?
By Musicboxdancer/childlikewoman.
Let Me Hug These Tears Away
A historical romance; the time frame is set in the early 1800s.
Interrupting his teaching with a loud, bump-bump, bump-bump; the desk rocked backwards and forward; this was her daily routine. Bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump; on and on it went; the noise grew louder and louder.
Unlike the others; he pulled her up from her desk; his hands were around her tiny waist. “Young lady, I said enough.” His voice was soft and firm. With a soft angelic voice, “Sir, I am sorry; I won’t interrupt again.” Her forehead resting on the wallpaper covered corner; she decided that she had had enough of the corner.
That annoying sound; bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump! The classroom echoed with laughter; the teacher looked beyond upset. Silence overflowed the room. He paused and turned for a moment; facing her in the distance of the class room. “Yes, young lady?” The tone of his voice did not mirror the anger tones in his face.
That annoying sound; it found its voice again; metal landing on the hard wood floor; over and over again! “Children! I said enough!” the room grew silent.
The room grew very silent. “Yes, young lady! “Sir, I am sorry; I won’t interrupt again.”
“Young lady, I am waiting.” He said impatiently; his arms were folded across his chest. Anger sped all over his face. “You’ll never catch me! Never!” she yelled as she picked up her skirts and ran down the stairs. She ran fast for a woman but not fast enough.
Soon she felt his arm wrap around her ribs; she was caught.
“Yes, eventually.”
There were no words for sometimes actions speak louder than words.
“No, no” she cried. “How old are you, young lady?”, he asked as his other hand rested on her well covered bottom.
At that moment she felt really embarrassed.
Why are you in my class?” he said as he brought his hand down hard on her layer of skirts.
“I hate school!” her tone was defiant and angry. “Yes sir.”
“No, no” she cried.
“Enough, young lady!” he said as he began examine the line of zeros beside her name. “Homework is a waste of time.”
You will catch up and get every assignment done!” and he began to spank her bare bottom with the palm of his hand.
“Ow!” she cried as the palm of his hand began to really sting her bottom. “Are you going to interrupt my class again, young lady?”
She lost count of the spanks and began to cry. “No sir, I am sorry.” She cried.
“Ow, ow, ow.” She cried; kicking her feet until her body was limp over his lap.
“Good! “Am I going to have to repeat myself, young lady?”
“You are Mary Jane Withers?”
“Mary Jane Winters.” Mary Jane Winters?!”
“Yes, sir.
“Mary Jane Winters? As in Clara Winters daughter?”
“Yes sir.” She said through tears. If you act that way again; I will turn you over my knee.
“Nathaniel Wedgeworth.”
“I hope the palm of your hand hurts!” she said with an adorable pout.
“That is why teachers use rulers or paddles, my dear.” Let’s see if I can hug all your tears away.” And he did hug away every tear. It wasn’t long until he noticed a very happy young woman cradled in his arms.
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Let Me Hug These Tears Away
A historical romance; the time frame is set in the early 1800s.
So Beautiful, yet a holy terror….
It happened on his first day of teaching; in that old rickety one room school house.
Interrupting his teaching with a loud, bump-bump, bump-bump; the desk rocked backwards and forward; this was her daily routine. Bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump; on and on it went; the noise grew louder and louder.
Unlike the others; he pulled her up from her desk; his hands were around her tiny waist. “Young lady, I said enough.” His voice was soft and firm. He carried her down the isle to the front of the room and led her to the corner. “You can stand there until you decide to behave.”
In the corner; she stood; standing where he sent her. With a soft angelic voice, “Sir, I am sorry; I won’t interrupt again.” Her forehead resting on the wallpaper covered corner; she decided that she had had enough of the corner.
“Very well then, you may sit down.” He walked over to her and led her back to her desk; down the isle and he turned on his heel. As he walked up to the front of the room; the interruption started up again.
That annoying sound; bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump! The classroom echoed with laughter; the teacher looked beyond upset. Silence overflowed the room. He paused and turned for a moment; facing her in the distance of the class room. “Yes, young lady?” The tone of his voice did not mirror the anger tones in his face.
She sat silent for a moment; looking up at him; she gave a wicked grin.
That annoying sound; it found its voice again; metal landing on the hard wood floor; over and over again! The classroom was roared with laughter, again. Was he livid? His neck was red all the way up to his cheek bones. “Children! I said enough!” the room grew silent. His next words were for her alone. He pointed to her in the back row, “You! Come up here!”
“Me?” she asked softly.
The room grew very silent. It was evident that this man was different, he looked angry. “Yes, young lady! Come up here now!” He was standing in front of his desk facing the class; with a ruler in his hand.
Slowly she slid out from the one piece desk and stood to her feet. She looked at him for a moment; she didn’t expect him to react this way for no one else did. In the past; she had always been free to do as she wished and she loved that. She had always had her way up until now.
She thought for a moment; her outer appearance was calm; while the inside of her felt weak and trembling. “Sir, I am sorry; I won’t interrupt again.”
“Young lady, I am waiting.” He said impatiently; his arms were folded across his chest. Anger sped all over his face.
She glanced at him and then at the doors on either side of him. Maybe she could make a run for it; she was a fast runner. He didn’t look like the type who would run after her, did he?
He was handsome; the sound of his voice was so soothing. She continued to stand in the isle while he let his ideas flow through his lips, out loud. “I will count to ten and if you are not here” he emphasized as he pointed to the spot before him, “you dear, will not like the consequences.”
He called me dear. Maybe he isn’t too angry?
His words did not affect her as he had hoped they would. Her little voice boomed back at him, “Noooooooooo!” she yelled as made a dash for the door behind her.
Her actions set him into motion. He came towards her, “That’s it, young lady!”
She was fast, turning on her heel; she ran out the front door! “You’ll never catch me! Never!” she yelled as she picked up her skirts and ran down the stairs. She ran fast for a woman but not fast enough.
Soon she felt his arm wrap around her ribs; she was caught. He hugged her close to this chest; her back was against him; his chin rested on the top of her soft head of curls. “Young lady, that was not a very nice thing to do, was it?” He sounded like he was scolding a five year old.
She busted out laughing, “Probably not.” she was grinning.
Her laughter angered him, “Young lady, I am going to release the children to go home for the day and then I am going to deal with you! I doubt you will be laughing when I am done.”
He had his arms wrapped around her waist and rib cage; her feet were not touching the ground. “What do you plan to do? Send me to the corner?” she was kicking air.
“Yes, eventually.” Once inside he dismissed the children to go. After the children left he focused his attention on his naughty student.
There were no words for sometimes actions speak louder than words.
He wasted no time; with a firm grip on her hand; he led her to his desk and retrieved a small wooden round paddle out of the top drawer; it resembled a hairbrush, minus the bristles.
She was silent; she was too scared to talk at this point. His motions were fast; within a matter of seconds; he was sitting on his straight back chair; she was draped over his knees.
“No, no” she cried. “You must not!”
“How old are you, young lady?”, he asked as his other hand rested on her well covered bottom.
“I turned eighteen last week, sir.” At that moment she felt really embarrassed.
“Old enough to know better.” He said with a tight lip. “Why are you still in school? A woman your age would be at least in her second year of teaching. Why are you in my class?” he said as he brought his hand down hard on her layer of skirts.
“I hate school!” her tone was defiant and angry. “I am here because… because…” then she got real quiet and felt so ashamed.
He glanced over his desk and retrieved the grade book that had belonged to the previous teachers before him, “Hummmm, I will see why you are here…” he said as he laid the book on her back and started flipping to the current page. “And your name is?”
“Mary” she said softly.
He looked down the list of names and noticed her full name towards the bottom of the list, “Ahhhh, you are Mary Jane Withers?”
“Yes sir.”
It didn’t occur to him that this was his soon to be future wife. It didn’t take him long to lift the back of her skirts and find her bare bottom.
“No, no” she cried.
“Enough, young lady!” he said as he began examine the line of zeros beside her name. “It appears that you haven’t been doing your homework. Am I correct?”
“Homework is a waste of time.”
“Young lady, you have a lot of work to do. You will catch up and get every assignment done!” and he began to spank her bare bottom with the palm of his hand.
“Ow!” she cried as the palm of his hand began to really sting her bottom.
“Maybe you will remember what happens to naughty girls who interrupt my class!”
She reached back with her free hand to shield her bottom, “Ow! No. Oh!” he was stinging her on her bare bottom good.
He grabbed her hand, “Remove your hand this instant!” he bellowed as he began to spank up the intensity with his paddle.
Her words did not stop her punishment. He made sure that every part of her bottom, sit spot and the back of her thighs; felt the sting of his wrath. He was not a cruel man; eventually he did stop. “Are you going to interrupt my class again, young lady?”
She lost count of the spanks and began to cry. “No sir, I am sorry.” She cried.
“Are you going to do your homework?”
“Yesssssssssss.” She cried.
“I should have done this the first time instead of sending you to the corner.” He held her down and continued to punish her bottom; turning it an angry shade of hot pink with his hand, again.
“Ow, ow, ow.” She cried; kicking her feet until her body was limp over his lap.
“Good! Maybe you will remember what happens when you think about interrupting my class and refusing to do your homework!” Her bottom was a bright hot pink with a few red marks. She was crying hard by this point. He set the paddle aside and fastened her panty looms. “Am I going to have to repeat myself, young lady?”
She was so embarrassed; no one had ever punished her before. She was crying hard and responded, “No sir.” She lay limp over his knees; her face wet with tears.
He replaced her skirts to their rightful place and turned her right side up; sitting on his knees. He touched her chin and turned her head to face him, “If you do, I will do this in front of the class next time. Do you understand?”
She nodded quickly, “Yes sir.” She said softly.
“Good.” He said. He paused for a moment when he realized what her name was. “You are Mary Jane Withers?”
“Mary Jane Winters.” She said as she looked down at his shiny gold buttons on the front of his shirt.
His jaw dropped, “Mary Jane? Mary Jane Winters?!”
“Yes, sir. Is there something wrong?”
She didn’t know it but he was the man that she was soon to marry. She knew she was engaged but didn’t know him, yet.
“Mary Jane Winters? As in Clara Winters daughter?”
“Yes sir.” She said through tears. “How do you know my mother?”
He hugged her close; “Oh my dear! Your parents had an agreement with my parents years ago; that we would marry. You were a tiny baby at the time; I was just a boy.”
She welcomed his hugging embrace; she buried her head in his chest and cried; releasing all her pent up emotions.
He noticed she still was crying from her spanking, “I never dreamt that I would be meeting you like this.” He hugged her tight, “You will behave for me, won’t you Mary Jane?” Hugging her tighter; he began to rock her in his arms.
She found the sound of his voice to be soothing some how, “Yes sir.” She said through her tears.
His voice softens as did his touch, “I hate that I had to make you cry on our first meeting, my dear.”
“Are you going to send me to the corner?” she asked as he hugged her close to his chest.
He pulled her away enough to cradle her face in his hands, “You my dear, will always spend your corner time in my arms.”
She was at a loss for words; she knew she was engaged to someone but it never accrued to her that he would spank her.
He kissed her softly on the forehead, “I had heard that there was a holy terror who chased all the teachers away; I never dreamt it would be you.” He started to chuckle, hugging her close, “I am not going anywhere. If you act that way again; I will turn you over my knee. Do I make myself clear?”
She smiled through her tears, “Okay.”
He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, “Here, this is clean; dry your eyes.”
She took the clean white cloth from his hand, “Thank you.” She said softly.
Smiling down at her, “You are welcome.”
“What is your name?” she asked.
“Nathaniel Wedgeworth.”
He brushed a strand of loose hair away from her eyes with his finger tips, “How old are you?”
“I will be eighteen next week.” She looked deep into his eyes. “How old are you?”
“Twenty five.” He gave her a crooked grin.
She shifted on his lap, “You spank too hard.” She pouted.
He hugged her closer to his chest and kissed her on her temple, “You deserved every spank, Sweetheart!” he said in a playful stern voice.
“I hope the palm of your hand hurts!” she said with an adorable pout.
“That is why teachers use rulers or paddles, my dear.” She could tell by the tone of his voice he was no longer angry with her. Oh how she loved the sound of his chuckles.
“Nathaniel?”
“Yes?” he said as he kissed her gently on her cheek; wiping another tear away with his thumb.
“You won’t tell anyone that you punished me, will you?”
Her questions made him chuckle, “No dear. But if you repeat this behavior; you will feel a repeat of what you just experienced today.”
“There will not be a repeat.” She sounded like a little girl.
He looked deep in her eyes, “Good. Let’s see if I can hug all your tears away.” And he did hug away every tear. It wasn’t long until he noticed a very happy young woman cradled in his arms.
A brief Summary
Let Me Hug Those Tears Away—Chapter 2
“Whew.” Nathaniel looked up when he heard the children laughing. He rose up from his desk and walked towards the paper wad on the floor. “Who did this?” he asked as he bent down and retrieved the wadded up paper. Slowly he unwadded the paper and shook his head when he saw the owner’s name on the top right hand corner. “Mary Jane Winters! Come up here please.”
“This corner.” He said as he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight loving embrace. “Stay in this corner until I tell you otherwise. “You have been a very bad girl, Mary Jane. “Oh Nathaniel, I love you.”
Let Me Hug Those Tears Away—Chapter 2
She had really tried to be good and was on her best behavior until her patience had come to its end. It had been weeks; she had been the model student; no longer that little terror that many teachers had feared. But today; the old version of her; it was creeping in, gradually; day by day. Was it the weather?
There she sat; in her seat; she was in a world of her own—rocking; the sound of the metal hitting the hard wood floor; it was a familiar sound to his ears. He saw her with her head buried down; inches from her paper; she was in deep thought; working on her homework assignments. He didn’t think she realized that she was rocking; so he set his book softly on his desk and slowly rose up from where he was sitting; behind his desk. Slowly he walked around his desk and gradually made it down the isle; soon he was standing, just inches from her desk.
He cleared his throat, and she looked up. She noticed him smiling and then he said, in a whisper, “Mary Jane, stop rocking the desk, dear. The children are trying to read; some are taking a test.”
Her mouth dropped for a moment, he could tell she was embarrassed, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
He winked at her and turned around; started walking back up the isle towards his desk.
“Whew.” She sighed, and she continued on with her assignment.
She was working hard; really trying to be good. Within a few weeks; she had completed many assignments and turned many zeros into A(s). But today was really extremely hard; she was working on a subject that she hated; MATH. She had used her eraser so much that the paper was thread bare in some areas. Her good behavior; it was about to take a rapid turn and twist.
She had had enough; the math problems were getting more difficult; some of them were unsolvable. Slowly she wadded up the paper and threw it as hard as she could throw it; her anger sent the paper ball up the isle; it ran out of gas about four feet from the teacher’s desk.
Nathaniel looked up when he heard the children laughing. He rose up from his desk and walked towards the paper wad on the floor. “Who did this?” he asked as he bent down and retrieved the wadded up paper. Slowly he unwadded the paper and shook his head when he saw the owner’s name on the top right hand corner. “Mary Jane Winters! Come up here this instant!” Ooh. He looked angry. She is so in trouble!
She wasn’t in the mood to be his naughty student; she looked at him a moment and then she grabbed another piece of paper as she stood. Slowly she crushed the paper in her hand and made another tight paper ball and hurled it in his direction; hitting him in the chest. “I don’t think so.”
He looked down at the floor at the second paper wad; he couldn’t believe that she did that. Nathaniel took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair; then he looked at her; his words were firm; pointing at her, “YOU!—in my office, NOW!” then he pointed at a door near his teaching area.
Oh, she was so in trouble! “I’m sorry, please…” she cried.
“Mary Jane.” He glared at her; his tone was enough.
“Yes, sir.” She said softly and she eased her way up the isle; walking beside him and then past him to the little office that he had sent her to.
“I will be in there shortly.” He said and then he directed his attention to the children.
After he had the children settled back into their prior routine; he was gone, soon he was standing in his office; Mary Jane was sitting on a near by chair. Quickly he closed the office door; “What was that little tantrum about, Mary Jane?”
“I am sick of all this homework!”
“I know you are.” He said in an understanding way. “But, remember what I told you?”
She looked down at her hands for a moment, “Please Nathaniel, don’t do it.”
“Oh but dear, I must. I promised you this would happen if you interrupted my class.”
“But Nathaniel, they will hear everything.”
“Yes, I am sure they will. You should have thought about that before you acted on your poor choices.”
“Oh Nathaniel…” she pleaded as he took her hand and gently pulled her up off of the chair. Soon it was he that sat and she found herself in that familiar positions; lying across his bended knees.
Quickly he lifted the back of her skirts and found her bare bottom, “I had only planned on sending you to the corner but since you were defiant, just remember that defiance is always a spanking offense, young lady!” and with that said; it wasn’t long until she felt the palm of his large hand; landing several times; very HARD across her bare bottom.
“Ow, ow, ow! Oh Nathaniel, it hurts! Ow!” she cried.
He readjusted her over his knee and really gave her something to cry about. “You have earned this Mary Jane and I plan to make sure that you get everything you deserve!” He held her in place as he paddled her bottom with his hand; his wrath could be heard beyond his office door, the sound of her crying and the spanks that landed on her bare bottom.
“I’m sorry. Please…” she cried.
He stopped for a moment and lifted her up off his knee; pointing to a corner, “In that corner, NOW!”
“But I thought you said that my corner time would always be in your arms.” She whined.
“Well, I did say that, didn’t I?” his facial expression softened a bit. Quickly he pulled her down to sit on his lap and wrapped his arms around her; hugging her close to his chest. “I want you to think about why you got this spanking. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Quickly he kissed her forehead and pulled her to her corner.
She hiccupped, “Yes, sir.” And she cried as her nose brushed the soft fabric that covered his chest.
“And then we will finish up with your punishment.”
She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes, “Punishment, you have punished me enough, Nathaniel.”
“Enough, Mary Jane. After you do your corner time; you will receive the remainder of your punishment.” He said as he hugged her back into her corner.
After he thought she had spent enough time in the corner; he lifted her up off his lap. He pointed to a small desk in the corner, “Go bend over the desk, Mary Jane.”
“But…” she started to protest.
“Mary Jane, I am treating you like I would any naughty school girl. Please do as I ask.” His voice was kind.
Slowly she walked over to his desk and bent over and gripped the further side. Soon he was standing beside her; opening a drawer he retrieved a leather strap. Quickly he raised her skirts and bared her bottom, “I will give you ten with the strap and all will be forgiven. Hold onto the far edge, dear.” And he raised the strap and brought it down hard on her upturned bottom.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she cried; the tears were flowing down her cheeks.
“Are we going to throw anymore temper tantrums, Mary Jane?” and he continued to apply the strap.
“No! Ow, ow, ow!” she cried. Within a matter of seconds, the strapping was over.
“In the corner, NOW!” he said as he put the strap away.
She looked confused for a moment, “Which corner?” she asked as the tears continued to flow down her face.
“This corner.” He said as he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight loving embrace. “Stay in this corner until I tell you otherwise. Do I make myself clear?”
She hugged him tight, “Yes, sir.” And she cried in his arms.
“You have been a very bad girl, Mary Jane. You are not coming out of this corner soon.” He said with a chuckle.
“Oh Nathaniel, I love you.” She said with a smile.
He gave her a tight squeeze, “Oh, I love you more.”
Summary
Let Me Hug These Tears Away—Chapter 3
The tiny little girl clapped her hands. Finally it was time to go home; class was dismissed. Opening the door to his office; he smiled; there in the corner; on the cot; she slept. He walked over to her and knelt; he brushed her wavy hair back, “Class is dismissed.”
“I dismissed the children about fifteen minutes ago. And I graded your Math paper that you got so upset over.”
“I hate tests.” Oh, Nathaniel! “I love you too, Sweetheart.” “I think you could use some extra corner time, young lady.”
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“This corner.” He said as he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight loving embrace. “Stay in this corner until I tell you otherwise. Do I make myself clear?”
She hugged him tight, “Yes, sir.” And she cried in his arms.
“You have been a very bad girl, Mary Jane. You are not coming out of this corner soon.” He said with a chuckle.
“Oh Nathaniel, I love you.” She said with a smile.
He gave her a tight squeeze, “Oh, I love you more.”
Let Me Hug These Tears Away—Chapter 3
Mary Jane enjoyed every moment in the corner; when her time of reflection was up; she didn’t want to leave the corner. He gently pushed her away from his body at arms length; looking lovingly deep into her eyes.
“You look tired, my dear.” He pointed to a neat little cot in the corner, “Why don’t you lie down for a while?” he said as he led her to the cot; reaching underneath the little make shift bed; he pulled out a little quilt. “I will go check on the children, and then we can talk.”
Sitting on the cot; she laid down, “Okay.” She said softly.
He covered her with the little throw quilt, “I will be back when class is dismissed.” Leaning down, he kissed her on her nose. And he left the room; closing the door behind him.
She smiled to herself, “He is really a sweet man.” And her thoughts carried her into a peaceful sleep.
The children were pretty much as he had left them. Some were reading, while some were busy with homework and there were a few still taking their test; they looked like they were struggling.
He walked over to a cute little girl; she looked about 6 years old; kneeling beside her; he gently put his hand on her shoulder, “What’s wrong Sweetheart?”
She looked like she was on the verge of tears, “I can’t read the questions.”
He smiled, she was so cute. He spoke softly, “Well, we will finish this test together.” And he read the questions, while she giggled and told him the correct answers. It was questions about a story they had read; he smiled at her, “You did very well, Magee.” He stood up and retrieved his grading pen and graded her paper where she could see, “You made an A. Good job!” The tiny little girl clapped her hands. He knelt beside her and whispered, “Shhhhh, the other children are still working.”
She made an “O” with her mouth, “Okay.”
He noticed that some of the children were restless; they had completed their homework or tests. “For those of you who are done, you can take a recess.”
“Oh boy!” chimed one of the boys. And Nathaniel smiled as he saw a group of youngsters rushing out the back door; they deserved a recess.
The remainder of the class time; it went really fast. All the children were well behaved except for that young woman napping in his office. The very thought of this; now that made him chuckle.
Finally it was time to go home; class was dismissed. But Mary Jane didn’t realize that; she was asleep on the cot; in his office; all cozy snuggled underneath the quilt.
Nathaniel straightened up the classroom and then noticed the wrinkled up Math assignment setting on his desk. He sat down at his desk and looked the paper over, he smiled, “Not bad, Mary Jane. Not bad at all.” The paper was wrinkled but it was a complete assignment. That girl sure had a temper, he chuckled to himself. He graded the paper and recorded another “A” in the grade book.
Opening the door to his office; he smiled; there in the corner; on the cot; she slept. He walked over to her and knelt; he brushed her wavy hair back, “Class is dismissed.”
His gentle voice jolted her awake, rubbing her eyes, “What time is it?”
“I dismissed the children about fifteen minutes ago. And I graded your Math paper that you got so upset over.”
“You did? May I redo it? I didn’t do very well, did I?”
He hugged her, “Sweetheart, you only missed one problem. You do not need to redo that paper. You made an “A”. As well as you are doing; I think you are ready for the final exam; the exam you take to graduate.” He scolded her in a gentle manner, “Sweetheart, you should have taken it a few years ago.”
“I hate tests.” She said as she looked at the floor.
“I know you do, but you can’t be my student forever.”
“I don’t want to be, and I am sick of all this homework. If I have to do much more, I am going to scream!” She was so tired of school work.
“Well, as far as I am concerned; you have done all your homework. Now, we just need to prepare you for the big exam and I will help you. Okay?”
“Okay.” She said softly.
“I will tutor you in my office; you do not have to sit with the rest of the children. I think you would be more comfortable in here.” Then he chuckled as he said, “You are a bad influence on the younger ones. I don’t want them to get any ideas.” And he hugged her tight, “You can study and be my assistant; help me grade papers.”
“Yesssssssssssssss. Oh, Nathaniel! You are wonderful! I love you!” she squealed.
“I love you too, Sweetheart.” He said as he pulled her into a hugging embrace. “Very much!”
She winced a bit as her well covered bottom landed on his knee, “Ow.”
He adjusted her on his lap, “My poor baby.” He chuckled.
She gave him an adorable little pout, “It isn’t funny.” Her bottom really did smart.
He gently lifted her up off his lap and sat her beside him, “I think I have some soothing crème.” He said as he stood up; walking over to his desk; he opened the top drawer, “Ahhh, here it is.” Then he walked over to her; sitting next to her, “Over my knee, young lady.” He said with a smile.
“Yes sir.” She said with a giggle.
He lifted up the back of her skirts and bared her bottom again and whistled, “It looks like the teacher really laid that strap on hard.” Her bottom was warm and a very bright PINK. “This crème should help it feel better.” And he applied a very generous amount to her tender bottom.
“Oooh, don’t forget the back of my thighs. He spanked me there, too.” She said softly.
“Oh, I can see that.” He said as he soothed her. “Better now?”
“Um hum.” She said as he put her panty looms in place.
“I think you could use some extra corner time, young lady.” He said in a mock stern voice. Gently he lifted her up; her skirts fell into place around her feet. And he stood; pulling her into a gently loving embrace. Gently he pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, tightly; his chin rested on top of her mound of soft curls. He closed his eyes and drank in the sweet fragrance of her.
She hugged him tight, “Yes sir.” She giggled.
“Look up.” He said. When she tilted her head back; he surprised her with a very romantic kiss. She felt so safe and loved; class was dismissed; at this moment he was no longer her teacher. Who was this wonderful man?