Michel’s fingers curled tightly around Marias left wrist. She’d no choice but in order to follow his long legged strides. Her satin slippers weren’t created for rapid speed. Michel took a sharp right turn down the very long hallway. Maria’s feet slipped and she ungraciously careened off the dark paneled wall. A stern faced ancestor’s portrait shook directly over the head of her.
“Owe! Michel slow down. Please!”

The sole answer that Maria got was a sharp yank of the arm of her. Michel turned toward her without slowing down. His icy stare sending chills down the spine of her. The color of Michel’s eyes had changed to reflect the mood of his. Their normal clear sky blue hue had deepened, like a storm had blown in. His auburn hair was tied neatly at the base of the stiff white collar that seemed way too tight for his flushed neck. Bushy eyebrows were drawn together in a deep scowl. His lips turned down at the edges, but didn’t open to answer Maria’s pleas.

Michel was angry.

Maria picked up the hem of her cream colored gown with the right hand of her. She grabbed the multiple levels of petticoats and underskirts and pulled them up over the knees of her so that she will be much more able to keep the fast pace that Michel was setting. A sharp pain in her side reminded her of the corset she wore. It cut into her waist viciously and restricted her breathing.

Michel took a left, crossing under a full arch. Maria had little time or perhaps ambition to see the fine furnishings of the front parlor. The deep piled oriental rug wasn’t as slippery as the polished hardwood, allowing her to catch up with Michel’s broad back.

“Michel,” Maria implored. “Please stop. Allow me to explain. I was just stating my opinion!”

“Ahh, yes, my dear Maria you certainly did that!” Michel stated.

He’d crossed the parlor and was moving toward the wide stairwell. He paused quickly at the foot of the stairs and turned toward Maria. Not expecting this sudden stop, she stumbled into his imposing form.

Michel tipped the chin of her up with his strong fingers and stared into her eyes. “Maria I told you do behave yourself this evening. In order to mind the manners of yours as well as to be polite to the mayor
and his wife.!”

“He is actually a pompous ass! And his wife is actually a silly creature that doesn’t have an original idea in her head!”

“Yes, and so you told them. And then you continued to inform them of all your wonderful activities with those female friends of yours. Including the many parades you have
marched in!”

“You told me you did not mind , and that you were also in favor of females getting the vote!”

“And I’m in favor of it,but I won’t have my wife being rude to guests in my house!” Michel’s voice started to be lower, more threatening. “You knew this and choose to ignore the warnings of mine. You, my dear, are actually going to be punished!”

Michel turned and began ascending the stairs. He yanked hard on Maria’s wrist again and she’d to take 2 steps at once to keep up with him.

Michel’s last words had had quite an affect on Maria’s indignant attitude. Her stomach had the peculiar clenching sensation, like a great portion of it was falling to the floor. She knew exactly where they were heading and for what purpose. She bit the lower lip of her, and stumbled after Michel. Her mind worked quickly to arrange some defense type.

At the top of the stairs Michel turned right. So did Maria. The couple startled a maid as she came out of one of the spare bedrooms. Michel didn’t even slow down and the young
female had to shrink up against the wall to stay away from being run into. The deep brown eyes of her looked at Maria with sympathy.

Michel threw open the large wooden door at the end of the hall with a slam. He pulled Maria into the room and let go of the wrist of her quickly. She spun around and became tangled in her long skirts, ending up on the floor in a heap of satin.

By the time she’d disentangled herself and managed to stand, Michel was already opening the bottom drawer of the highboy dresser. Maria’s breath caught in the throat of her. She knew what was kept in the bottom drawer.

Michel stood, his left hand grasped the handle of a long gleaming hardwood paddle. Maria gasped.

“Oh Michel please not the paddle. Please…I swear I am going to apologize to the mayor and the wife of his, but please do not paddle me.”

“Oh you are going to apologize to them wife. And do so in a sweet, gracious manner.” Michel said. His eyes blazed and a small smile traced over his lips. “But I’m certain you’ll be standing with the time of the apology! Understand?”

Maria understood but choose not to admit to the fact. Her heart was pounding but not from the exertion of the dash she’d just completed. She unconsciously rubbed the
back of her well padded bottom.

Michel grabbed the armless chair away from Maria’s armoire. He placed it in the center of the room and sat down. The setting sun shone through the rooms long windows onto Michel’s back. His hair was set ablaze in a red halo.

“Come here Maria.” He said.

She might think of no way out of this predicament. Once Michel had made up the mind of his to punish her, then that was that. Maria considered more pleading or perhaps maybe a good crying fit but this generally made things worse. She swallowed hard and stepped toward the husband of her.

Maria stared at the marbled floor at the feet of her. She stood within reach of Michel’s seated form. She felt him take the hand of her and take her over the lap of his. Yards and yards of satin from the gown of her, undergowns and petticoats were thrown over her head and back. Michel was wasting no time with an effort to teach her any lessons through all of the layers of her clothing. She felt his fingers untying the laces of her silk pantaloons.

A cool draft of air made goosebumps raise on her exposed bottom. Her cheeks clenched together as the smoothness of the paddle was rested against them.

“Maria you were rude tonight. You caused the mayor and the wife of his great discomfort and embarrassed me. You knowingly disobeyed me.” Michel stated. He kept the paddle pressed firmly up against her bottom. “So now you’re going to be punished.”

The paddle was removed from it is intimate position and Maria had a quick second to clench her cheeks together tightly. This act didn’t help fend off the first resounding smack of the paddle.

Maria sucked in a deep breath of air as she heard the sharp report made as the hard wood came in contact with the soft skin of her. Smack! Within a split second an intense burning sting
spread over into the left cheek of her. Before the mind of her could register the pain another loud smack was heard. This time on the right cheek.

“Owe! Michel, please not so hard!”

Michel ignored the pleas of her and began to get a paddling rhythm. He targeted first one side and then the other working the way of his down from the top of each globe to the soft skin of the sensitive area where leg joins cheek. He didn’t miss some spots and soon Maria’s entire bottom was blazing red.

“Owwwe, oh Michel stop….please……OWWE! OOOOHHH, that HURTS!”

“Yes dear! It is supposed to hurt.!”

The paddle stopped suddenly. Maria continued squirming and reached up the hand of her to rub the blaze away. Her hand was quickly pinned to the side of her by Michel’s strong fingers.

“We are not through yet my dear. I do not think I’ve made quite the impression on your lovely behind as I’d in mind.”

“Oh Michel..you have, honesty….I will be good.”

Maria felt Michel shift his weight once again as he swung the paddle high. She began to moan before the paddle even contacted with the skin of her.

Michel began again on the left side but delivered 2 strokes to the exact same spot. The pain was intense. Maria squealed and squirmed. The silky material of her clothing swished and slid her around Michel’s legs. His arm enhanced the pressure to the back of her and his fingers gripped her arm tighter.

“Eeeeoooooooh……Oh Michel…pleeeesssse OOOOwwwwwwwwe!” Maria howled. “I’ll be gooood!”

The paddle continued to bounce off of her crimson cheeks. Striking each side twice in a row. Maria couldn’t think, the burning pain was as a fire charring the flesh of her. She lost all of the power it took to struggle and began to cry in huge gulping sobs.

Her sobbing continued long after she was informed that the paddle had stopped. She felt Michel’s hand caressing her cringing cheeks. Even the gentle touch of his was excruciating.

“Have you learned anything?” Michel asked softly.

“Yes.” Maria said in a small little girl’s voice.

I won’t have you acting as a brat. Is that understood, Maria?”

“Yes Michel.”

“Tomorrow you are going to go to the mayor’s residence and formally apologies to him for your rude remarks.”

“Yes I will” Maria agreed.

“And how will you do this?”

“Sweetly and graciously.” Maria said, just slightly stiffly.

“Good answer.” Michel said as he stood her up and helped her untangle her skirts.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “I love you Maria and always will.”

And Maria felt loved and cared for. She smiled, rubbing her stinging bottom. Maybe tomorrow, she thought, she could enlightened the mayor’s wife about the female’s movement. Her contented smile turned to a devilish grin.

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