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feeling of the silk of the chemise had been startling when he had taken the garment from Callum. Now, with the girl herself inside it, and the luxurious fabric moving over her slim hips and the pert little bottom he now must punish, it seemed doubly so.
    Alice started and tried to pull away, but Niall said, “I do not wish to do this, my lady, but I must make it clear to you that your path lies with mine, for the moment.”
    Alice gave a little gasp as she felt him pull her into position, but she said nothing. Niall laid her over his knee, covered in the pleats of his great kilt, holding her now with his left arm around her waist. She did not resist, but she breathed very quickly, like a rabbit when a man has caught it in a cage.
    “Please,” she whispered then, her face now turned toward the ground as Niall bent her over at the waist for her spanking. “Please don’t.”
    “My lady, will you go to Kilmorin?”
    “No,” she said, though Niall could hear in her soft voice that she did not feel as certain of the denial as perhaps she wished she were.
    Niall raised his hand, looking down at where her little bottom-cheeks lay outlined by the silk draped over them. The unbidden, unwelcome thought that really he did not mind spanking a pretty English backside like this one rose, and he pushed it back down. He brought his hand down, hard; it would be a mercy to punish her very harshly, despite what he had said about being gentle.
    “Ow!” Alice said. “You said…”
    Niall kept spanking her very rapidly, his whole hand covering her silk-covered bottom with each blow. “I think it kinder, my lady, to let you know what you are in for, so that this need not go on for very long.”
    Alice began to shout in protest then. “But… ow… stop it, sir.”
    Niall kept spanking, seeing in the way Alice’s bottom had begun to squirm under the chemise that the punishment had started to take effect. “I cannot see my men,” he said, trying to invoke her sense of modesty to shorten this trying exercise. “Are they watching your punishment, my lady?”
    “Ow! Yes, you… you… barbarian!” Alice had been holding her hands in front of her, but now she grabbed his thigh with her left hand, and threw her right back to try to ward off his spank. He took it firmly in his own right hand, and then transferred it to his left. Then, resuming the spanking just as hard and fast, he held her down over his knee with her right arm bent back.
    Alice started to weep then, in great wracking sobs that had, Niall thought, a cleansing quality to them. He slowed the pace of the spanking, but he did not stop it. At the sound of Alice’s sobs, the urge to rub her bottom soothingly, the way he had used to do for Megan, came upon him, but he resisted it firmly. “Will you come with me, my lady?” he asked, and gave her yet another hard spank through the chemise.
    “Oh, heavens…” she sobbed. “Yes, very… very well. You… I hope, sir, that you live to… to regret this foul deed, as you should.” Again Niall thought he could hear that she spoke out of a duty that she did not truly feel.
    “And I hope you will forgive me, my lady, for this deed, though I do not deem it foul,” he said. “I do not know if my suspicion as to where the true foulness lies in this day’s blood be true or not, but if it be true, I think you may have cause to thank me even for spanking you.”
    Alice wrestled against him then, and he let her go. She stepped away from him, and turned to regard him with angry eyes in which he saw that he had indeed guessed at some of the complexity of her heart: alongside the anger there seemed to lay an odd sort of gratitude to him for giving her a reason to resent him. He shook his head in a bit of incredulity, and the gesture seemed to increase Alice’s wrath.
    “Are you well content, sir, to have struck me so shamefully?” she asked.
    Niall bent to pick up the plaid, then straightened and began to fold it so that he could