“Darling, I’m going to be your husband. I want to see if you obeyed us. Did you?”
She swallowed, licking her lips. “You have to understand that a lady always wears bloomers beneath her skirt in case the wind blows up her dress or she falls or…I just couldn’t bring myself not to wear bloomers. I’m a lady, not a whore.”
Anthony reached out and touched her knee with his hand. “It was a test to see if you’d obey us and you failed. We know you’re a lady or we would not agree to marry you.”
How would they feel if they knew she’d almost been forced to become a whore? That their offer of marriage was the only thing that saved her.
“Living in the woods of Montana, it’s important that you obey us. Your life could be at stake,” Wesley said. “But I’m going to enjoy giving you your first taste of discipline.”
She wasn’t sure she liked this part of their agreement, but how could she back out? There was no way she could return to Charleston. Never.
This was her life now.
“Give me a chance,” she said. “I’ll obey once we’re married.”
“No,” Wesley said. “Your training begins today.”
Not far from town, Anthony pulled the wagon to a halt. He jumped down and then reached back, placed his hands around her waist, and lifted her from the wooden rattletrap.
Gazing around, she saw the mountains in the distance; the sight was beautiful. But she feared her memories would not be as beautiful as this spot.
Wesley climbed out of the wagon and then pulled out a small bag and a blanket.
They walked in silence to an area not far from the road. Wesley spread the blanket. In the distance, the mountains rose majestically, clouds drifted like puffs of cotton over the tops.
He placed a black bag on the blanket and sank down. “Come here, darling.”
She wasn’t certain she wanted to go to him.
“Remember, we’re not married yet,” she told him.
“And you’ll be a virgin until our wedding night, but today, we’re going to introduce you to your training.”
“Training?”
“We’re going to show you what you can expect from your life with us,” Anthony said as he sat on the quilt.
She stood there uncertain, feeling nervous. What were they going to do?
“Come here,” Wesley said again. “If I have to tell you a third time, you’ll receive an extra swat.”
“I’m not a child,” she said, walking to him.
“No, darling, you are definitely not a child. Lift your skirt,” he told her.
Glancing at Anthony, he nodded. “Do it.”
In some ways, she felt like she was back in the hotel owner’s office, only this time, she wasn’t stripping. At least not yet.
Lifting her skirt, she felt his hand on the top of her bloomers and then he removed them.
With a gasp, she felt the cool air blowing beneath her skirt and realized he could see her privates.
“Look at that sweet pussy. It’s going to be ours,” Anthony said to Wesley.
“Excuse me, you’re supposed to wait until marriage,” Pearl said.
“And we will, but we’re going to start the process today. And since you failed your assignment, you will be punished,” Wesley said. “And I can hardly wait.”