Sharon green brat 02, p.34
Sharon Green - Brat 02,
p.34
How did that make you feel?”
“Why, I felt ? hurt, and dismissed, and as if I didn’t matter to you,” Elissia answered in a groping way, having no idea why he was asking such a thing. “I also felt helpless and both furious and miserable? Did you ask just to satisfy your curiosity?”
“No,” he replied, an odd look in those dark eyes. “I wanted to know how close your feelings came to mine, and now I do know. You felt back then just the way I did when I found out you’d planned to kill yourself. You didn’t consider me, or your parents and brother, or anyone but yourself. You made no effort to sit down and work something out with me; you just went ahead and thought about no one but yourself.”
“There wasn’t anything to work out,” Elissia protested, that odd stare making her feel uncomfortable. “I knew you’d refuse to listen to anything I had to say, so why would I have bothered?”
“You knew I’d refuse to listen just the way I knew you had to apologize to your parents?” he responded.
“I made a unilateral decision that you were intimately involved with, and you made one that intimately involved me. If what I did was wrong, what about what you did?”
“I took the only option left open to me,” Elissia muttered, now even more uncomfortable. “You had a choice about what you did, but I didn’t.”
“Of course you had a choice,” he disagreed at once. “You had the choice of talking to me, but you decided not to bother because in your opinion it would never have done any good. When I made my last mistake, you made sure I would be punished for it and I was. In order to save my neck I had to accept the humiliation of letting people think you’d humbled me. You do remember telling me that it would happen?
Yes, and you were absolutely right.”
Elissia discovered a sudden interest in the hands that twisted in her lap, not about to contribute what Sissile had said. The man had probably been humiliated even more than he knew, but?
“All of which brings us back to the subject of what you missed in my offered bargain,” he said, his voice still completely calm and controlled. “At the same time I realized I had to make sure I never dealt with you in anger again, I also realized that I couldn’t punish you with the intention of making you do or not do something. A reasonable punishment is one that’s given for something wrong that was done, and once it’s given that should be the end of the matter. You have my word that I’ll never give you the wrong kind of punishment again, but if you do something that calls for punishment you have to know better than to expect it won’t be given. Stand up now.”
Elissia suddenly realized that he’d straightened back to his full height and his hand now reached for her arm. She babbled as she tried to keep him from pulling her out of the chair, hating the idea of what he was going to do, but rational words of protest refused to come to her. Maybe she had dismissed him and his feelings just the way he’d done with her, and maybe she had punished him with humiliation that most men found more painful than a physical wound, but -
Much too quickly Elissia found herself over the monster’s knees after he’d taken his place on a chair. It wasn’t possible to keep her breeches and underdrawers from being taken down, and once her right hand was held firmly out of the way it began. The first smack wasn’t all that bad, and the second was the same, but an unwelcome revelation came with the third and fourth whacks. For some reason it felt as though that bead had been put in her bottom again, and as her seat began to ache her body also began to flare with need.
Elissia squawked and began to think seriously about escaping, but that proved to be just as impossible as ever. The monster’s hand kept smacking her bottom as if he meant to keep on with the spanking forever, and that’s the way the episode ended up feeling: as if he would continue on forever. Crying and howling did nothing to stop her bottom from being turned into one large aching, throbbing, stinging mass, and still he kept at it. His hand was being driven by hurt rather than by anger, and by the time it was over Elissia knew she would definitely have preferred the anger.
By the time Elissia realized that she wasn’t being spanked any longer, her boots, breeches, and underdrawers had already been pulled off. She was put back on her feet before her tunic was taken, and then she was led by one hand to the bed. She couldn’t keep from hopping and squirming even as she gingerly rubbed at her blazing bottom, and then she was in the bed with the monster crouched between her hastily raised knees. He entered her as if it had been months since they’d last been together, making her yelp with the enthusiasm of his motion, but then another thought drove away even the sharp awareness of an aching bottom.
She no longer had to hide the fact that she loved this man with every fiber of her being! For the first time she was free to show exactly how she felt, and that was a freedom beyond compare. If somehow he did manage to keep his promise? If somehow he did?
Derand walked into the dining room the next morning with a smile on his face for the whole world. The night before he’d excused Seea’s absence at dinner by saying she’d been badly shaken up by coming so close to being killed, and everyone had understood and accepted the excuse. Not that they’d been in any condition to question what was said to them. They’d been in shock over the revelation about Lovar and Sissile, how the man had been a virtual slave to a woman who’d wanted control of the entire Federation.
Derand was now considered a savior of their necks as well as his own, and when word came that Lovar’s army had been stopped dead when Lovar’s head was thrown to the ground in front of them, everyone breathed a little more easily.
“Derand, where’s Elissia?” Gardal asked as he came up, his expression concerned. “She’s not still upset, is she?”
“No, she’ll be along in a few minutes,” Derand answered, giving his friend a clap on the shoulder. “She decided to soak in her bath for a bit, and there was no reason not to let her indulge herself. We’ll be going back to the games today, and we’ll have to keep moving to see everything we want to. Tomorrow the meadow will be crowded and choked with everyone in the city.”
“What about your primary plan?” Gardal asked after a bit of a pause. “Are you and my sister getting along any better now? You seem a lot happier than you were, so I was wondering if we’ll have a ceremony to attend after all.”
“Yes, we’re getting along better, but no, there won’t be a ceremony,” Derand answered, losing some of his happiness. “Seea refuses to marry me voluntarily until she sees if I can keep the promises I made her.
I’d love to think she was being unreasonable, but I can’t really blame her. She admitted how afraid she was that something would go wrong again, so I’m forced to respect her honesty. If I want to keep her I have to earn her trust - and this time I will.”
“If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know,” Gardal said as he returned the shoulder clap he’d been given. “Meanwhile, let’s get some tea while we wait for the late sleepers to join us.”
Derand considered that a very good idea, so he and Gardal went over and let the servants pour them cups of tea. His remaining guests arrived while he was taking the first sip, and that included Monil and Kaylea. The blond woman seemed to feel better after admitting what she’d done, and in an odd way seemed satisfied that she would not be getting away with it. Monil had given Derand his word that Kaylea would be punished for at least a week once they got home, and Derand had agreed not to pursue the matter himself. When he’d told Seea about the promise Seea had also agreed, and just as he thought about her, Seea appeared. But she wore a really strange expression, and Derand was instantly concerned.
“Is everything all right?” he asked as soon as she came up to him. “You look ? odd.”
“I feel odd,” she answered, putting a hand on her brother’s arm in greeting. “I was asked a question by one of my girls this morning, the subject being something I hadn’t thought about in quite some time. When I was able to answer the question that had been put, the world had become ? different.”
“I don’t understand anything you’re saying,” Derand protested, sudden fear twisting his insides. “This difference doesn’t have anything to do with you and me, does it?”
“I’m afraid it does,” she answered, her expression now rueful. “But since it’s all your fault you can’t very well complain.”
“Complain about what?” Derand demanded, now even more upset. “What’s supposed to be my fault?
Seea, tell me -!”
“Let me tell you instead what question I was asked and how I answered,” she responded, for some reason moving closer to him. “I was asked when my monthly courses were due, and the answer turned out to be about two weeks ago. Do you understand now why I said it was all your fault?”
Derand stood there staring down at his love, his mouth open and his brain frozen in shock even as she smiled up at him. What she’d just said? It meant? It had to mean?
“I’m going to be a father,” he breathed, and then wild elation turned his voice into a shout. “I’m going to be a father! Do you all hear that? I’m going to be a father!”
And then he tossed away the teacup he’d been holding and lifted his woman into his arms so that he could dance around with her while everyone exclaimed in surprise or called out words of congratulation.
After breakfast he’d meant to announce that there wouldn’t be a celebration after all, but this marvelous news changed everything. There would be a celebration, but not as big a one as he would hold nine months from now?
THE END
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Queen Brat, Sharon Green - Brat 02
