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position on his lap which, unfortunately, required that her bottom
be perched high in the air and her face close to the ground.   He rested his hand on her thickly
clothed buttocks and patted her gently.
    "We both know that you won't feel a
thing with all this material in the way, so I am going to remove it."
    "Father in Heaven, No!   That is indecent!"   Blair began to kick wildly to
escape.   Sloan wrapped his right leg
across Blair's ankles and held her securely in place.
    "What is indecent, young lady,"
he began, peeling her dress and several layers of clothes away from her bottom,
exposing her cotton drawers, "is your temper.   What is indecent," he deftly untied
the laces and the split garment fell away to reveal a full, round bottom with
the paleness of the moon.   "Is
your spiteful actions that can end up getting you, or someone else, killed."
    "Put those back!"
    "What is indecent," Sloan's
voice grew soft and he gently caressed the soft ivory mounds with unspeakable
ease, "is that no one taught you to love and respect yourself.   These things will change right here and
now."
    Blair's eyes widened as the wave of
shocking heat lit upon her backend.   Having never experienced a bare-bottomed
spanking, the sting was completely unexpected.   A second wave crashed upon her, and she
began to desperately fight for her release.   A third, fourth, fifth and sixth smack
plummeted to land upon her flesh.   Each exacting fall of his hand compounded the pain beyond Blair's
capacity to hold true to her pride.   By the tenth strike of Sloan's monstrously hard paw Blair began to plead
for mercy.   Sloan did not stop.   At the thirtieth spank, strings of
profanity and offensive suggestions sprung from between her weeping lips.   Sloan upped the ante and doubled the
speed of the spanking.   At fifty,
Blair was praying aloud and begging for a swift demise.   Finally, after a round of seventy very
hard, rapid strokes, she ceased fighting him.   She began to apologize, her tears
genuine and born out of sorrow and anguish, and she simply clung to his boot to
bawl pathetically into the leather.
    Sloan paused his hand and rested it upon
her cherry-red bottom.   He rubbed
her scorching hot skin gently.   "You are a beautiful and intelligent woman with a wagon-full of
spice for an attitude." He pulled her up to sit upon his knee and placed
his finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his.   "Don't make me have to do that
again.   I promise you that should
you do so, I will remove my belt and give you a taste of the strap.   I told you that I am a man of my word,
so do not test me."
    "I hate you," Blair whispered,
her downcast eyes blurred with shame-filled tears.
    Sloan squeezed her chin.   "Keep hating me.   Maybe you will learn to mind me and keep
yourself alive out here."
    "Why do I even matter to you?   You hold no obligation to me or my
family." Blair's tone was tempered with both sorrow and anger.
    "I don't know how men are from your
part of the nation, but in my part of the world, we watch out for our
womenfolk.   Even the bratty
ones."   He offered her a smile
that was not returned.
    "The man who attacked me and that
sheriff did not appear to be men who cared anything about women or the betterment
of our gender.   You certainly did
not demonstrate any respect by the way you … you manhandled me!   I am no child to be beaten because you
did not get your way."   Blair's
words did not match the childlike tone in her voice.
    Sloan hugged her and spontaneously kissed
her forehead.   "You are just a
little girl in a grown woman's body.   I spanked your backend for your senseless and irresponsible behavior.   I will continue to do so until I hand
you over to your grandfather.   At
that time, he can figure out how to keep your pretty neck out of
mischief."
    "I do not need a man to dictate
anything to me.   The way of things
for women is changing and we are not going to allow ourselves to be viewed