Excerpt from Randolph's Mill - Book 3

          The next morning the girls were all very sore.  Their men had made sure that they would not soon forget their spankings.  Church was going to be miserable, sitting on the hard wooden benches.  All of the girls were more subdued than usual and much more compliant than was normal for them.  Their parents wondered if they had finally accepted the situation, but knowing their girls doubted that they had seen the last of their pranks.  The various rides to church were all quiet as the girls were all deep in thought.  They had no idea what they could do next to try to stop these weddings from happening.  Everything they had tried so far had only ended up getting them spanked and then they ended up acting like simpering fools as they let their men hug them, hold them and kiss them.  This pattern was not at all what they wanted.  They told themselves they wanted these men to give up and decide they were more trouble than they were worth but so far the Randolphs had proven that they were just as stubborn as the girls, and had bested them at every turn.  Naomi realized that she only had one week left before she would become Mrs. Joel Randolph.  Her freedom would be completely gone.  If she truly admitted it to herself there was a part of her that really did like Joel and was attracted to him.  He was ruggedly handsome and extremely strong.  Working on the mill, cutting down all the trees and milling them into lumber, had left all of the Randolph boys broad and muscular.  She would have to have been blind not to notice.  But Naomi did not want to get married yet, and definitely not to someone that would demand obedience.

          Obedience, Naomi sighed to herself, that one word was one that she simply didn’t like.  She wanted to be able to do what she wanted when she wanted to do it.  She did not want to have someone telling her how to behave and expecting her to listen.  Naomi knew that her parents loved her, and she knew that Joel did as well, but they were always bossing her around and she didn’t think she wanted that forever.  How could she get out of this marriage?  What could she do to stop it happening?  Frustration welled up inside her.  The girls had made a plan for their lives.  They had intended to try to find a business they could run together and all live together, marrying only when they wanted and to men that would not come between them and their sisters and cousins.  They would marry men that would not demand obedience from them.  She knew it had been idle dreaming, as they had never even really decided on what they could all do but she wanted that dream; it had been years since she had been enamored with the Randolph boys.  They had totally destroyed that fascination with their bossy ways.  It was their bossiness that had caused the girls to decide they didn’t want these boys, now these men were the ones they were destined to be with.  What a mess.  What was she to do?

          As she sat in church Naomi didn’t hear anything that was being said.  She was too deep in thought.  The other girls were worried about Naomi, she looked so distant and they hoped she had not been defeated.  After church while everyone was talking they managed to get a few minutes with Naomi where others were not listening.  “Naomi what is wrong?  You do not seem yourself at all,” Abigail asked.

          “I am just trying to figure out what we can do to stop this wedding.  I only have six days left,” Naomi said with desperation in her voice.

          Ruth looked at her sister with deep compassion.  “I know.  We will come up with something.  Abigail, why don’t you wander over and see if you can get Missy to come over and join us.”

          Abigail nodded and wandered over to where Missy was standing talking to her mom.  “Hey Missy, come on over and visit with us for a while.”  Missy hesitated but went having a nagging sensation that they would be asking her to participate in more of their pranks.  She knew that the part she played was very small but it still made her uncomfortable sometimes.

          Missy and Abigail casually walked back to where the other girls were talking.  Even though there were many people around Naomi had managed to come up with an idea for a plan that she thought would finally work to stop her wedding as she and her sister and cousins were talking.  She had been thinking about it all through church and she had passed the idea on to the others in whispered installments whenever no one was around to hear.  But anytime anyone did come by their conversation was normal and completely innocent.  At one point Abigail said loudly, “Missy do you think you could come over for a visit tomorrow?”

          Missy was not used to being such a large part of one of the girl’s pranks.  It was her biggest role ever, even bigger than helping them to hide the nails for the cabin building.  She was very uncomfortable and fidgeted.   “I, um, I guess so. I will have to check with mamma.”

          Ruth nudged her hard, “calm down or you will blow this whole thing.  Stop acting so nervous.  We need to be able to count on you to do your part.  We can’t pull this off without you.  Act natural.”

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Excerpt from Rebecca's Challenge

          


Ross paced across his den.  Anyone who knew him would have been able to tell that he was more than a little upset at the moment.  He looked down at the worn paper in his hand and read the letter for the tenth time.  He wasn’t even sure why he kept reading it.  The words were not going to change even if he kept reading them again and again.  He supposed perhaps he hoped that somewhere in this letter he was looking for a ray of hope but there was none.  Frustration and anger welled up inside him.  He blamed himself for most of this problem, well not only himself; his ex-wife was a large part of the problem too but she had passed away last summer and she no longer had to deal with this problem.  Now it was his problem alone and he had to find a way to handle it.  The only problem was that he was completely out of ideas.  Ross sat in the chair behind his desk and rested his head in his hands.  His head was pounding, he couldn’t even think anymore.  Something had to change.  He had called in every favor from every friend that he had already, now what?

            The problem was not one that money could fix.  Quite honestly money had probably caused this problem.  He wished he could just throw money at it and solve it.  Ross Spencer didn’t lack money.  No, that was the problem.  Money could not solve this problem.  It was his only child that was the problem, his daughter Rebecca Spencer.  She was spoiled; there was no two ways about it.  Ross had helped her to get into every Ivy League college there was, and she had blown it at each one, not because her grades were bad but because all she wanted to do was party.  The problem was that all of her life she had never been told no about anything.  She had always gotten anything and everything she wanted.  Because they had the money to do it Ross had given her whatever she wanted, and if he had said no, his ex-wife had said yes.  So one way or another Becca had always managed to get everything she desired.  She never lacked for anything and she had gotten to the point where she felt she deserved it, and was entitled to it.  She never felt she had to do anything because she knew that she always had “daddy’s money” to fall back on.  Ross had used every string, every friend, and every influence he had to keep her in college.  He didn’t have any more pull with any good colleges and he wasn’t sure it would do any good anyway.  She would just go out and blow it again.  Four years in college and she had completed two years of college work, because she had spent all of her time at parties and not in classes.  He was sick of it.

            There was a soft knock on the door and then it slowly opened.  It was Ross’ new girlfriend Kerry.  She walked over to him and rubbed his shoulders.  “What’s wrong baby?  You are so very tense.  Is there anything I can do to help?”

            “Not unless you have some magic cure for this?”  He handed her the letter and let her read the most recent college letter stating that Becca would be expelled.  Kerry thought about it for a few minutes as she read slowly.

            “Ross, you know I love Becca.  But she is very spoiled.”

            “Yes I know she is.  I blame myself for that.”

            “Well it is too late to worry about blame, but I do have an idea……but it is…..well it may seem rather harsh.”

            “I am ready to try anything.”

            “If you mean that, this could work.  My older brother owns a ranch in Montana.  He, like me, is a very conservative Christian, as are the people that work for him.  Becca has never had to work a day in her life.  So change that.  Take away her car, her allowance, and her credit cards, all of it.  I’ll talk to my brother, I am sure it won’t be a problem.  Send her to work on the ranch for a while.  She can go there for the rest of this school year and the summer and work for a living for a while.  Find out what that is like.  Then in the fall you can see how she is doing.  Let her get a taste of real life; break her of having everything her own way.  She will have to live by their rules….that will mean attending church and partying will be out.  It will be good for her.”

            Ross was thoughtful for a moment.  “You know it isn’t a bad idea.  She really has never had to do anything other than what she wanted to do.  This would be good for her.  Call your brother and see if he would be willing to do this, because she isn’t going to make it easy on him I am sure.”

            “Don’t worry, my brother can handle anything.  Let me make sure it is okay but I am sure it will be.”

            Kerry called her brother and talked to him for a few minutes on the phone.  Ross was nervous that he would not be willing to take on such a huge burden.  Becca was not going to be an easy challenge.  She would fight this every step of the way, he was positive of that.  But he also could see that if it worked, maybe, just maybe she could stop being a hopeless case.  Otherwise she was going to be the type of person that people used to get what they wanted but that had no real friends and that never really accomplished anything with their lives.  He wanted much more for his daughter.  He truly loved her.  Ross only wished he had chosen a better way of showing her that love besides giving her everything she wanted.  Kerry hung up the phone and Ross looked at her expectantly.  “Well what did he say?”

            “Stan said he would be happy to help.  He has a young ranch foreman, Travis that he will put in charge of her.  He talked to Travis while I had him on the phone and Travis was willing to take on the challenge too so it is all arranged.  They will be glad to help Becca, even though they are sure she doesn’t really want the help right now.”

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Excerpt from Randolph's Mill - Book 2

         Naomi and Ruth, while pouting, were furiously thinking of pranks to play to prevent Naomi’s wedding.  Naomi was next and they had to come up with some ideas to stop the cabin from being built this weekend and the wedding in two weeks because she had no intention of being forced into a marriage with Joel Randolph.  Her face burned when she remembered how she had behaved the day of Esther’s wedding and she became even more furious with herself and with him and even with her parents for putting her into this predicament.  The more she thought about it the madder she got and the more crabby she was with everyone she came into contact with.  She earned herself several reminders from her parents to watch her behavior or else she would end up taking a trip to the barn for a dose of the strap from her Pa when he got home that evening.  Luckily for her, she restrained herself, just barely.

            “Oh but what can we do?” Naomi was pacing back and forth in their room.  “I just can’t marry Joel Randolph.  We must stop this wedding.  I don’t want to end up like Esther.  I feel so sorry for her being forced to marry him, and now I’m next,” Naomi furiously hissed.  “I won’t marry him.  I can’t!”

            “Naomi, please calm down.  Mamma will hear you if you don’t quiet down,” Ruth admonished her sister.  “And you’ve already been warned you’ll be sent to the barn for the strap if you don’t calm down and stop stomping all over the place.”

            “I know, I know.  But I feel so angry and frustrated.  We had really good pranks to stop Esther’s wedding, and they all backfired on us!  We have to come up with some better ones that will work, otherwise I will be next!  I can’t marry him Ruthie, I just can’t!” she wailed and collapsed into her sister’s arms.

            “I know Naomi.  We’ll come up with something,” she soothed her.  It wasn’t often that Naomi got so distraught and Ruth didn’t know exactly how to respond to her sister, but did the best she could.

            “Hey, do you remember that time we played too close to a beehive and one of us accidentally disturbed the bees in it?” Ruth asked her sister.

            “Yes.  The bees got so mad and each of us got stung before we got away.  Luckily it was only a couple of bee stings, but they hurt,” Naomi replied.  “But how does…” she started to ask, then her face lit up when she realized how it would work.  “Oh I see.  That would be great, but how can we get the beehive transferred there without getting stung?”

            “Hmmm we’ll have to think about that.  But just imagine, they start working and someone ‘accidentally’ stirs up the bees and everyone will have to run away from the cabin.  I can just see it now, all those ‘manly’ men hopping and running like scared rabbits away from the bees,” and they both dissolved into giggles as Leah conjured up that picture for the both of them.

            Mary heard the girls giggling and wondered what they were up to.  They’d been in such a bad mood earlier and now they were giggling which gave her a sick feeling in her stomach while at the same time she was glad they were laughing.  But that giggle usually meant they were up to no good.  “Naomi, Ruth, what ARE you girls giggling about?” she called to them as she knocked on their door before opening it.

            Used to coming up with quick answers, Leah responded, “Oh Mamma, Naomi was so upset and distressed about the upcoming cabin raising and wedding that I was just trying to cheer her up.  I was making faces and doing silly things to make her laugh like I used to do.”

            “Is this right Naomi?” Mary asked her daughter suspiciously. 

            “Yes Mamma.  Leah was only trying to cheer me up.  I’m sorry if we disturbed you,” Naomi replied.

            Mary was still suspicious, but they seemed sincere, so she let it drop.  But she made a mental note to keep an extra sharp eye on those two just in case as she returned to what she was doing in the other room.

            “That was too close.  We need to keep it down when we’re planning pranks,” they both agreed.

            “Remember how we get honey from the hive?  We could smoke the hive like you do when you go to get the honey…” Naomi started.

            “Yeah, and when the bees get all sleepy in the hive, we grab the hive and put it in a burlap sack to keep them from escaping and stinging us and take it and hide it where the cabin is going to be built where no one can see it… near the lumber.  They’ll have it stacked up at the site the day before so they won’t have to move it while they’re working.  Since they typically stack it over under a tree near where they’re building to keep it drier if it rains, we could hide the beehive in the tree nearby.  We just need to find a way to get the bees disturbed,” Ruth finished.

            “How about using the slingshot?  Is there any way we can do that without getting caught?” they wondered as they continued to muse over the problem.  “We’ll be watched very closely after last week.  So we need to find another way.  How about spreading some honey over the lumber?  Or sugar water or something… it’ll attract ants and when they go to pick up the lumber all those ants will be crawling all over it and in the confusion of getting rid of all the ants that’ll be crawling all over their hands and maybe up their pants legs, and one of us can walk over to see what is going on and under the pretense of using a broom or branch to beat all the ants, we can ‘accidentally’ raise the broom or branch, whatever we can get our hands on, too high and hit the beehive and stir up the bees.  And us being women, no one will think twice when we shriek and run when we know what we’ve done since we’ve been stung before,” Naomi added.

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Excerpt from Randolph's Mills - Book 1

With seven of them conspiring to make mischief, they were able to come up with a lot more mischief than their mothers because there had been only three of them.  With seven of them, they could always use a couple of them as lookouts while five of them could play whatever pranks they wished.  And since they had hit adolescence and developed crushes on the neighboring Randolph boys, they had played many pranks on them.  Though they had nearly gotten caught several times and had gotten caught a couple of times, once by Mr. Randolph himself and all had been soundly spanked by him, and once each by the older of the two Randolph brothers, they still continued to play their pranks.  Not only did they get spanked by Mr. Randolph, but he took them home, told their fathers what they had been up to, and their fathers had taken them to the barn and they had received a dose of the strap which made such an impression on them that they had behaved for a record of three days before they sought to make mischief again.

Once they had reached adulthood, the girls had decided they no longer liked the Randolph brothers and quit playing pranks on them.  They simply ignored them when they saw them.  The Randolph brothers had turned out to be too much like their father, stern and bossy, and they didn't want a stern, bossy man for a husband.  They wanted men who would let them have their way.  Though they still secretly liked them, they resolutely ignored them.  They flirted with other young men in town.  The Randolph brothers had grown up used to them having crushes on them and had already picked out which of the girls they were going to marry and so when they started ignoring them and flirting with other young men in town, it didn't sit very well with them.  Of course, that only made the girls even more determined to ignore them.  The more the brothers tried to assert their authority over them, the more the girls resisted.  They were headed for a showdown and there was only going to be one winner in each case.

So it was on this morning that the Huntington sisters were discussing their daughters' latest escapade and the fact that something had to be done.  They realized the girls were out of control and they just couldn't keep up with them anymore.  There were just too many of them.  They needed husbands who could keep them in line.  They remembered how their own husbands had settled them down.  They hoped that it would work for their own wayward daughters.  They knew the Randolph boys were interested in their daughters and that their daughters had once had crushes on them, no matter that they were now acting disinterested.  Never mind.  The Randolph boys were the best choice for the girls and they knew they would be able to control the girls and keep them in line.  They also knew they'd love the girls and take good care of them.  So they decided to talk to Clara and Marshal Randolph and start arranging the marriages of their wayward daughters to their sons.  The sooner the better, because their backsides just couldn't take much more punishment because of their daughters' behavior.

The first step was to talk to their husbands, Ethan, Jonas and Ian.  They needed to explain their plan to them and see if they agreed first, but they were sure that they would.  After all their own marriages had been arranged in the same manner and for the same reasons and look how well it had worked.  All the girls had been assigned extra chores to do and were not to leave their bedrooms except to do chores or at meal times.  Their fathers thought if they could keep them apart for a while they might not get into as much trouble.  The girls were more unhappy about being kept apart from their cousins than by any other punishment that they had ever gotten.  They hated being separated from each other as they were used to seeing each other about every day.

 

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Excerpt from Protective Love

Brian drove into the city using only back roads; staying as much out of the light and away from people as he could.  When he came to the city he did his best to draw no attention to himself.  As he was approaching the downtown area he heard the voice of God whispering to him to look down an alley to his left.  Brian normally did not look around more than to watch for danger because it was not safe.  But when God spoke he knew enough to obey.  He looked down the alley and saw a figure lying on the ground in the shadows.  From where he was he couldn’t make out more than that, and needed to get a closer look.  Cautiously he drove towards the alley to see who this might be.  Perhaps it was a church member that needed his help.  When he got closer he again heard God’s prompting.  He was to help this person, whoever it was.  Brian parked his moped next to the figure and walked over to see what he could do.  When he got closer he saw that it was a young woman.  She might be twenty-five or so, and she looked like she was starved.  “Ma’am,” Brain tried to get her to respond to him but she seemed to be unconscious.  “Ma’am,” he tried again.  But she only moaned, her eyelids opened slightly and then dropped again.

“Lord, how am I going to get her to the safe house on my moped?  I know you want me to help her but it isn’t meant for two.”  Brian sighed and bent down and lifted the girl.  She was definitely too light.  He couldn’t tell what color her hair was because it was dirty and matted.  Her clothes were tattered and worn and she was filthy.  Poor girl had obviously been uncared for, for a long time.  Brian got on his bike and held her across his lap cradle like.  It was not going to be easy to drive this way but there was no way she could hold on.  He drove very slowly the last three blocks to the meeting place.  It was at the home of John and Karen Fox.  People were not supposed to park near the house so that it was not obvious that there was anything going on.  Men would drop off their families and then go park a block or so away and come back.  Brian had not intended to go all the way to the house but this was an emergency.  He pulled into the driveway and as close to the house as he could get.

“Thank you Jesus for the safe journey here.  Please help this girl to be alright.  I know you want me to help her.  Lord I ask that you touch her and heal her body, mind and soul.”

  Getting off the bike with her in his arms was easy as she was so underweight.  Brain carried her to the back door where people were going in for the meeting and kicked the door to knock.  He waited for someone to come and answer the door hoping it would be fast.  Soon John came to the door and opened it.

“Brian!” He said in shock, “Who is this?”  John helped him in the house.  John’s son came in and saw the girl in Brian’s arms and he looked as shocked as his father.  “Junior, go get your mom.  Tell her we need her help.”  The boy ran off to obey his dad and was back with his mother in an instant.

Brian had already started to explain what had happened to John.  “God urged me to go and help her.  I couldn’t just leave her there so I carried her here on my lap.  I am sure she is close to starvation.”  Karen called a few of the other ladies to come and help and they took charge of the young lady that Brian had brought with him.   They took her into the other room and started getting her cleaned up.  Brian ran back out and locked up his bike so it would be secure then came back in for the meeting.  The women had managed to get the girl to wake up just enough to get into the bath.  She wasn’t really awake but more semi-conscious.  They doubted she would remember any of it.  But they bathed her and dug up some clothes for her.  Then they managed to get her to eat just a bit before she fell back to sleep.  Before she had been forced into hiding Karen had been a nurse, so Brian was glad that the meeting tonight was at John’s house.

“I don’t think that she has any physical injuries.  But she is severely malnourished.  She will need to be looked after for quite some time.  It will take time for her to recover.  She will need to be fed until she can do it on her own then she will still be weak for a long while,” Karen explained.

The church meeting was wonderful.  Brian always felt better after worshiping God and talking with his church family.  After the service they always had a meeting to discuss current affairs of the church, needs that they had or opportunities that were coming up.  Binding together was the only way that they could survive, one had a need and another had the solution.  While the men were discussing this business the women prepared a meal and the children played together.  Then they were told where each of them would meet the next week.  One of the orders of business this time was the young lady that Brian had rescued off the streets.  “I think I should take her back to my house in the country.  She can get fresh air there and be perfectly safe.  The problem is there is no way for me to get her there.  I am on my moped and there is no way I can ride with her all the way back to my place.” 

“We can drive her out to your place,” Travis, a young man about Brian’s age and one of his closest friends offered.  “First we will go by our house and Patricia can get her a few more outfits to wear.  She has been collecting all of the clothing and things for the church for events like this.  Then we can bring her to your house.”

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Excerpt from Margaret

Finally he decided to confront her.  “Margaret, what is going on?  You have hardly said a word since I told you about the lumber.  I thought it might make you happy that you would have a new house.”

          “I won’t have a new house.” Margaret said simply and continued with what she was doing.

          “What do you mean you won’t have a new house?  As soon as I finish the planting I will start building it for you.  It will be up in no time.”

          “You can build it if you want but I am not going to live in it.”  Margaret never looked up at him.

          Thomas couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “Why wouldn’t you live in it?”

          “Zach built this sod house.  I am staying in what he built for me.”

          “He had every intention of building you a new house he just never got the chance to do it.”

          “Exactly, and since he didn’t get he chance to do it I am not going to move from this house.  So build it if you want, or make a bonfire with the lumber.  I don’t care, I am staying right here.”

          Thomas couldn’t believe how stubborn this woman was.  She was driving him crazy.  “Look, I don’t think your husband would have wanted to stay in a sod house when he bought all this lumber for you to have a real house, especially not with a little one on the way.”  He was doing all he could to stay calm but it wasn’t easy with her stubborn refusal to see reason.

          “Maybe but he isn’t here.  I am staying in what he built.”

          “OH! You are the most stubborn woman in the world.  You know what you need.  You need a good spanking.  That is what you need.”

          Margaret blushed.  She knew for a fact that if she were acting this way with Zach still alive she would have been over his knee long before now but he wasn’t here anymore and her father wasn’t here either.  “Well you aren’t Zach.  He isn’t here anymore so I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

          Between the blush and the ‘anymore’ it was clear to Thomas that Zach had in fact controlled her stubborn behavior by putting her over his knee, and with what little he knew of Margaret he would bet it was quite often.  “Maybe I am not your husband and I don’t have the right to put you over my knee but I’ll tell you this right now you best get it in your head that you are moving in that house when it is built because you ARE going to live in it.  Zach did not buy that lumber for a new house for you to live in a sod house.  I am going to honor his wishes by building it and you WILL honor his wishes by living in it.  If I have to I will fill this house in with a shovel.”

          Margaret couldn’t believe that he had said that.  “YOU WILL NOT!”

          “Then do as you are told.  And don’t yell at me.  Or you may find that though I am not your husband I decide that your need to be put over someone’s knee is so great that I have to take care of that before you self destruct.”  Thomas turned on his heel and stormed back to the barn.  He had not meant to lose his temper with her.  He hadn’t shouted at her but she had pushed him to the point where he was ready to take on a roll that he knew he had not authority to actually take on.

          Margaret couldn’t believe that he had said any of these things to her.  She didn’t care what he said.  She was not going to move out of the sod house that Zach had built for her.  He had built it with his own hands, with her help.  She was staying there.  Margaret went inside and got ready for bed.  All she could think of was Zach, as she was saying her prayers his face kept invading her mind as clear as if he were there with her.  When she finally went to sleep she dreamed of Zach.  She saw Zach standing over her with the stern look that she had come to know meant that she was in very real trouble.  “Why aren’t you listening to me?”

“I am listening.” She argued.  “I miss you so much Zach.”

“I know you miss me.  And I miss you, yet when I send you a gift you reject it.” 

“I want to stay in the house you made for me.” 

“I want you and our child in a much better house.”

“I want to stay here.” 

“Young lady, you are arguing with me.  This is not negotiable.  You do as I say.”  By the time Margaret woke up she felt as if she had really had this conversation with Zach.  She buried her face in the pillow and wept bitterly when she realized that it was all a dream and he was still gone. 

“I miss you Zach.  I need you so much.”  The dream had shaken her up but it had not convinced her to move.

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Excerpt from Lady Sarah - A New World

Olivia bristled at the crispness in Sarah’s voice.  “Humph, I don’t need any help from the likes of you.” She said in a fierce whisper.

“Look it isn’t like I want to be in here helping you.  Adam said I have to, so let me help you and get this over with,” Sarah snapped back.  She had, had all she could take of this rude woman and was beginning to feel her old self reasserting itself.  If she needed to be Lady Sarah, mistress of the manor again to deal with this woman then that is what she would do.  She drew herself up and looked at Olivia like she would have one of the servants in her childhood home.

“I really don’t care what your husband told you.  This is my kitchen and you and your family have caused me enough problems just being here, why don’t you just leave?”

“Fine you want me to leave; you can just do all the work yourself!  It isn’t my job to do this type of work anyway!  I should be back in England with servants doing it, you want to be a servant it is fine with me!” Sarah yelled at the top of her lungs, and then she slapped Olivia as hard as she could and stormed outside.  She was so angry with this woman and her anger was coursing through her in a reckless rage.  Adam had managed to get both children settled down in their beds when he heard his wife yelling and felt her anger peaking.  He ran down the steps and met Randy in the kitchen door just in time to see Sarah slap Olivia and storm out the door.

“I’m sorry Randy.” Adam said, “Please excuse me while I go tend to my wife.”  Adam’s jaw was set and he walked briskly across the kitchen following Sarah’s path.  Randy went into the kitchen to take care of Olivia, who was torn between tears and shock at what had just happened.

Outside Sarah had walked over to a log fence where the horses were penned up and was petting one of the horses.  She was still radiating anger as Adam approached and looked down at her.  She looked up at him too angry to even back down at his glare, “What!?” She demanded.

Adam could not believe that she would speak to him with such a tone again.  “What?” He asked, “You, just slapped Olivia, screamed at her, and then stormed outside.  Now you are raising your voice to me and you dare to ask me what?”

Sarah glared at him, “That woman is impossible.  I cannot work with her and I do not want to be here for the next several months.  I’ll take the children and live in the barn.”

“You most certainly will not!”  Adam said, grabbing her arm and pulling her over to a tree stump near the barn.  “I have had all I am going to take of your attitude, young lady.  What you are going to do is go inside and apologize to Olivia and then you are going to be on your best behavior from here on out.”

“I will not apologize to her!  It is not my fault!”  Sarah yelled, digging in her heels and trying to pull her arm away.  Adam sat on the stump and pulled her over his knee then lifted her skirts out of the way and began to spank her on her undergarments.  She had not been spanked since shortly before leaving England so she was very sensitive to his punishing hand.  Sarah fought for a little while, and tried to put her hand in the way, but Adam simply pinned it to the small of her back and continued to spank her.  All the while he was lecturing her on her behavior.  Finally she gave in and stopped struggling, starting to cry in earnest over his lap. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  I’ll be good I promise.  Please Adam.  Please stop.”  He spanked her a few more swats then turned her to sit on his lap while he held her and soothed her.

While Adam had been dealing with Sarah’s behavior, Randy had come outside to apologize for Olivia’s attitude.  Adam and Sarah had not heard Randy approach, and he had been shocked to see Adam pull Sarah over his knee and begin to spank her.  He watched, as Adam demand that Sarah apologize to his wife and be on her best behavior.  Randy felt bad because while he knew perhaps Sarah should not have lost her temper Olivia was largely to blame for the situation.  She was making life impossible for Sarah.  When Sarah’s attitude changed completely and she gave in to Adam and then he sat and comforted her, Randy had an idea.  Perhaps this was what his wife needed as well.  It wasn’t right for Sarah to take all the blame for the problems.  Maybe if he were to put his wife over his knee like Adam had Sarah, her attitude would change as well.  Randy resolved then and there that he would give it a try, and it would be sooner than he expected.

Adam and Sarah finally walked back into the house.  Sarah dragged her feet not wanting to apologize to that odious woman.  It was her fault after all, but Sarah knew better than to disobey Adam.  She had already been spanked once and she knew that if she disobeyed him on this, he not hesitate to spank her again and the next time he wouldn’t go so lightly either.  Olivia was continuing to wash up in the kitchen, her body language stiff and unwelcoming as Adam and Sarah walked into the room, followed closely by Randy.  Olivia was unaware of what had transpired outside and so did not understand why Sarah had invaded her kitchen, nor was she aware that her Adam and her husband had entered the room behind Sarah.  Adam gave Sarah a little nudge in the direction of Olivia, and reluctantly, but knowing she had no choice, Sarah moved further into the room and walked toward Olivia.  “O..Olivia,” she started, cleared her throat and tried again.  “Olivia, I’m sorry I yelled at you and slapped your face.  I was way out of line and that was ungracious of me in light of your hospitality to me and my family.  I hope you will please accept my apology,” she finished quietly.

When Olivia heard Sarah start to speak, her body stiffened even more and a rage built up in her like none she had never experienced.  “SORRY?  YOU’RE SORRY?  YOU YELLED AT ME IN MY OWN HOME AND YOU SLAPPED ME, YOU COME INTO MY HOME BRINGING YOUR SNOT NOSE LITTLE BRATS AND DESTROY THE PEACE IN MY HOME AND YOU SAY YOU’RE SORRY?  I TOLD YOU BEFORE I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOME… I WANT ALL OF YOU OUT OF MY HOME!” she screamed and turned around intending to throw the pan of water on Sarah only to gasp in shock when she felt her husband reach around her and grab the pan before she could do so.  Sarah stood there looking at her wide eyed in shock, unable to process the vitriolic outburst she had just been exposed to.  Helplessly, she turned and looked at her husband and he too was standing there staring in disbelief at what had just occurred.  For himself Randy was beside himself with embarrassment, but having witnessed how Adam had handled Sarah’s earlier outburst, he resolved in himself to give Olivia a taste of the same medicine and see if it would settle her as it had settled Sarah.  As Olivia stood there breathing heavily, he turned and looked at Adam and Sarah and asked them if they would please excuse them as he needed to have a private conversation with his wife.  Sarah moved in a daze toward Adam and Adam escorted her from the room.  He had known Olivia had been tense since they had arrived and had not been the most welcoming, but he had not had any idea that she had already expressed her displeasure toward Sarah.  Thinking back over the way Sarah had been the past couple of days, her reluctance to enter the kitchen or to even be around Olivia, he now understood a bit more clearly her reluctance.  He had put it down to being in a new place and not having been trained to do the cooking and cleaning and everything else around the house.  He had also expected that Olivia had been helping her with the twins while they were out and now he understood that was not really the case and she had been dealing with them on her own while he was out. 

His heart went out to his little Sarah and he drew her close.  “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?” he asked her just as they heard a screech of outrage coming from the kitchen and then the murmur of a deep male voice and then the unmistakable sound of hand meeting flesh, followed by further screams of outrage until finally they heard nothing but sobbing and pleas for him to stop.

Dee Dee
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Excerpt from Amanda's Trials

You get your butt home and put your nose in the corner so I can deal with you for keeping Beth’s location a secret from me.” 

Amanda had hoped that they wouldn’t get to that part.  She sighed, “I was afraid of that.” 

“You should have known that was coming when you made that promise in the first place and definitely when you saw all the problems it was causing.  If you had wanted to avoid this spanking you should have come to me immediately shouldn’t you?”

 “Yes sir.  I guess I did know this was going to happen.  I’ll see you at home.  Stan I really am sorry, please tell Eric that for me.  And honey I love you.” 

Stan could tell Amanda was feeling just a tad insecure herself   “I love you too baby.  Don’t worry, it will be okay.  I’ll tell Eric that you are sorry.  He will understand.  Now go home and wait for me, I’ll be home soon."

Amanda hung up the phone and sighed.  She did not want to go home and get in the corner knowing that she was going to be spanked and it was not going to be a light spanking either.  Stan considered this lying to him and she knew it.  She wasn’t supposed to keep secrets from him, especially important ones but she had promised Beth she wouldn’t say anything.  Why oh why had she ever made such a foolish promise.  Because Beth was her best friend, that was why.  She got into her car and drove home, the long way just to take as long as possible and sent up prayers that everything would go well with Beth and Eric.  She was sure that once Beth actually talked to Eric everything would be fine.  Beth was just being irrational.  Eric would be excited about having a baby.  Amanda would be thrilled if she could get pregnant.  She had been trying for years to get pregnant and nothing had happened yet.  She was starting to get very discouraged about it.  That very thought brought tears to her eyes but she pushed the idea to the back of her mind and concentrated on her driving.  She needed to think about what she was doing just now.  There was no need in getting upset about not having a baby when she was facing a very hard discipline from Stan.

Amanda pulled into the driveway and parked her car.  This was not going to be any fun at all.  She did not want to do this, but she just had to face it.  She went inside and put her stuff on the couch, then headed up to the bedroom to the corner where she would wait for Stan. How long would it be before he got home to deal with her?  Stan was going to talk to Eric first, that might just take a little while  or it could take quite a while.  Sighing she stared at the corner and leaned into the wall.  This was beyond miserable.  She had tried to help her friend and ended up getting herself in so very much trouble.  Now she was going to be getting her butt blistered and she just hoped that her plan to get Eric and Beth talking again actually worked.  Beth was just being plain silly right now.  How long had she been standing in this corner?  Was Stan ever going to get home?  Amanda wanted to look and see but she knew the minute she left the corner he would come in and catch her and she would be in even more trouble for her defiance, she sighed again.

“I think you are in enough trouble without adding attitude on top of it young lady.” Amanda jumped when she heard Stan’s voice behind her.  She had not heard him come in and he had obviously witnessed her heavy sighs in the corner as she was waiting for him.  Her face burned but she knew better than to answer him.  She simply stood straighter leaned into the corner a bit more.  Amanda could hear Stan moving around the room and wished she could look to see what he was doing but years of experience had taught her better.  She knew that she was to stand there and wait for him and if she did anything else she would only be getting herself into more trouble, but it was so hard sometimes.  “Amanda, come over here to me.”  Amanda turned, as much as she had wanted to see what Stan had been doing a moment ago, turning to face him now was equally hard.  Her heart was in her throat and she didn’t feel like she could breathe quite right.  She knew she was in big trouble and she hated this sensation, but it came every single time she landed herself in this kind of a mess.  Slowly she walked over to stand next to Stan, who was sitting in a chair next to their bed.  He held out his hand to her and slightly trembling she placed her hand in his as he guided her over his knee.  “Tell me why you are getting spanked today?”  Oh how Amanda hated this part.  It was bad enough to get a spanking but to have to go over it again while in this position was horrible.

Dee Dee
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Excerpt from Frank and Maddy

That afternoon Frank and Maddy saw the kids off to the movies.  Then Frank told Maddy they needed to have a talk.  Maddy was caught off guard.  "What's wrong Frank?" she asked hesitantly.

In answer, Frank took the receipts and laid them on the table in front of her.  "This is the matter Maddy.  Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked her gravely.

"Uh, what do you mean Frank?  Didn't I do them right?" she asked, squirming in her chair, feeling guilty, not lying but not wanting to come out and tell him what she had done.

"Maddy." he said, softly, and firmly, staring directly into her eyes.  "Tell me about the chips."

Maddy's face got red, then white, and she started stuttering, "But..but..how...bbbutt..."

"How did I figure it out?" he asked softly?

"I figured it out because I love you enough to know you.  When you gave in so easily I knew you were up to something.  I just had to figure out what.  The budget helped me figure it out.  And you lied to me in the process.   You betrayed my trust in you Maddy.  I'm disappointed that you sneaked around behind my back and purchased chips that I had told you not to eat because of your health and you let me believe you were doing what I had asked to do and then you lied to me about doing it by falsifying the receipts.  Then when I asked if you had anything to tell me just a few minutes ago, you still didn't tell me.  This must be dealt with or our marriage will suffer Maddy."

By that time Maddy was sobbing.  "Oh Frank.  I'm so sorry.  I didn't think of it that way.  I was just irritated that you were treating me like a child and I resented it.  I only hid it from you because I didn't want to upset you.  I didn't mean to betray your trust.  I'm sorry.  Please forgive me."  

“Of course I forgive you Maddy.  I love you.  And while you may not have intended to betray my trust, you did set out to deceive me which is lying.  You knew I had told you no more chips and you allowed me to believe you were doing as I had asked, when all the time you were sneaking and eating chips behind my back. 

“I guess I didn’t see it like that.  I only set out to not upset you and worry you.  I didn’t think it was anything major.  I’m sorry Frank.  I really am.”

“I now you’re sorry, but in order that you don't do this again and to realize how deeply I care for you and our marriage, I am afraid I have no choice but to explain the matter of the chips, and your lying and your betrayal of my trust in a manner that will convey to you just how deeply your actions have wounded me,"  

Maddy looked at him in puzzlement, which turned to shock and surprise as she found herself facedown over her husband's knee and felt the first of several stinging slaps administered to her bottom.  At first she was too stunned to react.  After several smacks, Frank lifted her skirt and proceeded to spank her more thoroughly over her panty clad bottom which began to get a reaction from her and she started to squirm and squeal.  "Frank, ouch... stop... Frank...please stop.....ouch!"

Frank didn't stop.  He applied several more stinging slaps to her behind.  Then paused, only to pull her panties down to her knees...  When Frank had paused she had thought Frank was done, but when he had pulled her panties down, she knew he wasn't done and started to fight, so Frank clamped his arm tighter around her waist, and locked his leg over her legs... "Maddy.. NO MORE CHIPS" he said and rained down a flurry of spanks on her bare behind...."NO MORE LYING" and rained down several more spanks on her defenseless behind... then "DO NOT BETRAY MY TRUST AGAIN" and rained down a final flurry of spanks.....  Maddy had ceased fighting during the last round of spanks and just sobbed while Frank spanked her.  Frank stopped spanking her and pulled her into his arms, telling her how much he loved her and how sorry he was that he had to spank her like that.  He couldn't bear to lose her because she ate things that endangered her health or for her to endanger their marriage by doing things that might drive a wedge between them.  They had lost too many years and couldn't afford to lose anymore time.    Maddy sniffingly agreed with him.  He made sure she knew all was forgiven and forgotten.

Grace
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