Magical Mayhem (16 page)

"Oh, sweetheart, this one is just perfect. I like it better than the first dress, and definitely better than the last one."

"Turn around and look in the mirror, Miss Marley," the saleslady bossed.

Megan slowly turned to face the three way mirrors that permitted her to see all sides at once. "This is it, Mom. I love this one."

Montague and Megan continued to work as the date for the wedding drew closer and Megan's nerves began to fray. Each day it seemed that something else demanded her personal attention, and she was feeling the pressure. She was to the point where she hated to hear either her cell or Montague's ring to demand their attention. It was as though every quiet moment they tried to have was spoiled with yet another decision to make. Megan's temper finally exploded when her Mom called to ask her one more time if she thought she should offer a third alternative for their wedding dinner. It wasn't until she'd snapped at her Mother that she realized Montague was standing behind her. He took her phone and said a pleasant 'hello' to Joyce and then told her that Meggie would call her back once her temper was under control. He hung up and turned to look at the redhead and said, "I think you need a spanking, Miss Marley."

Chapter Eleven

Megan was aghast at how she'd spoken to her mother. Her pretty green eyes were full of tears by the time Montague hung up the telephone and turned to face her. When he stated that she needed a spanking she could only nod her head in agreement. She was embarrassed that she'd lost her temper with her mom when all she was doing was trying to give her the wedding of her dreams. Megan was ashamed of herself. "Montague, I feel awful. Mom is only trying to help, and I was so mean to her. I feel terrible."

Any upset he was feeling vanished in the face of Megan's guilt. He could see that she was feeling terrible, just as she claimed. "I can see that you're upset, honey. Planning a wedding is stressful. Little irritations add up until you explode, and I think that is what just happened."

"Yes, but that doesn't make it okay," she whispered. "Mom has been so wonderful through this whole process and I acted like some spoiled brat diva!" she exclaimed.

"I know exactly what will make you feel better," he told her and was stunned when she nodded in agreement.

"I feel like a keg of powder, ready to explode. I don't want to treat my Mom like that, Montague. If a spanking will calm me down, then I'll lie over your knee and try not to be a big baby. I deserve a sore butt for the way I talked to Mom," Megan said in a low voice. "I am so ashamed of myself."

"You are feeling guilty, and the best cure I know for that is a good spanking. Come with me and we'll see to this stress." He offered her his hand and she immediately placed her smaller hand in his. He closed his fingers around her wrist and pulled her after him as he walked over to the sofa. Montague took a seat and then patted his thigh. "Pull up your skirt, Meggie, and take down your panties, then put your bottom right here."

Megan felt her cheeks turn a bright, brilliant red. She was embarrassed as could be, but she knew that she had to accept the spanking if she was ever going to forgive herself. She pulled up her short skirt and then lowered her panties, scrambling over Montague's hard thighs before she chickened out. "Just know that I am already sorry, Montague," she reminded him, her tone huffy.

"I know you are sorry, honey. I'm proud of you for admitting that, and for agreeing to accept the spanking you earned." He started spanking, softly at first, allowing her skin to warm up gradually in order to minimize bruising. Montague was pretty sure that a longer spanking was in order, even though it didn't need to be extremely hard. Megan was already rolling in guilt, and the longer she had to remain in position, getting her pretty butt spanked, the easier it would be for her to forgive herself completely.

Megan moaned as Montague continued to spank her bared skin. The swats were starting to sting and it didn't take long for her butt to start burning! "Oh, that stings, Montague!"

"It is supposed to sting, young lady. Was that any way to speak to your mother?" he demanded.

"No, but I'm sorrrryyyy!" she wailed.

"You need to accept this spanking, Megan. You were rude and disrespectful." He spanked even harder, making sure to thoroughly redden her sit spots. Megan would need a sore bottom for at least a day or two to remind her that she'd been punished for snapping at her Mom. He kept right on spanking, and when she started sobbing and stopped kicking her feet and trying to get away Montague knew she'd been spanked enough. He gave her another ten spanks on her behind, and ten more on her sit spots, and then he asked, "Have you had enough, honey? Is the guilt and stress all gone?"

"Yes," she whispered, still crying. She was shamed and feeling as though Montague couldn't possibly love her when she acted like such a terrible creature. She couldn't bear to look him in the eye when he helped her rise, pulling up her panties over her stinging bottom and then easing her skirt down over her panties.

"Now, come here and let me hold you, honey. I want you to know how proud I am of you," he said, pulling her down to hold her on his lap and wrapping his arms around her as he encouraged her to rest her head against him.

"Proud? How could you possibly be proud of me?" she demanded.

"It's easy. Do you know how difficult it is for a grown woman to admit they've done something wrong and they need a spanking? I am proud that you are able to do that, Meggie. You took responsibility for your actions, and I couldn't love you more." He simply held her for a while and she finally relaxed against him. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked.

"I am so embarrassed!" she whispered. "I hate it when I act like such a fool and then you are forced to spank me."

"There is no need to feel embarrassed, Meggie. I love you, and as the man who will be your husband, I know that you occasionally need a spanking. I love that part of you, too. There is no greater trust that you can place in a man than to give him the right to discipline you as he sees fit. Meggie, I promise I will never use that against you, or for my own gain. When an act of discipline occurs in our relationship it affects both of us. It should bring us closer, and it should never make us feel alone and isolated. If anything ever leaves you feeling like less, then I want to know right away. I love you, Meggie." She snuggled closer to him, and suddenly everything in her world was right. After a few more moments of cuddling and loving words, Megan called her Mom and apologized for being 'bridezilla'. Joyce was understanding and even recounted a story of her own in which she was the one being the 'bridezilla'. Montague was there to hug her when she got off of the telephone and he praised her for being so gracious in her apology, and making sure her mom knew just how much she was appreciated.

The wedding drew near and Megan was disappointed that Montague wouldn't tell her where he was planning to take her on their honeymoon. She wanted to know so that she could pack the appropriate clothing, but he would not give her so much as a hint! Megan decided to enlist his sisters' help. She made several calls and insisted they snoop around. Unfortunately, Holly got caught, and Montague demanded answers in the way of Montague men, past and present. Holly had no choice but tell her brother the truth, and Montague was not happy. He warned Holly what would happen if she told Megan one single word of where he planned to take her on their honeymoon, and then he left to go and arrive in Megan's home town a day earlier than planned for the wedding. He was aware that his bride-to-be was busy with bridal showers and luncheons, but she needed to learn that he would not tolerate snooping. Since Megan was the one who put his baby sister up to sneaking and snooping, it was only fair that she suffered the same fate. Holly was none too happy with him at the moment, and he didn't suppose that Megan would be, either, but the honeymoon plans were his to keep secret or not, and it was his choice to keep everything a secret until the truth was revealed.

Megan was surprised when the doorbell rang and she opened the door to find Montague standing there. "Montague! Why are you here so early?" she demanded, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

"We have a little matter to discuss," he replied, his voice warning her exactly what kind of discussion he intended to have with her. If that wasn't enough to caution her, the sight of the wooden paddle in his hand made her face flood with color.

"Montague! You can't be serious! Mom and Dad are right out in the kitchen!" Megan was mortified that he would consider spanking her where her parents could hear, and she was also angry with him! "You can just put that away, Preston Hadley Montague the Sixth!" Her tone was full of anger and her happiness of a moment ago was history. "I don't know what you think you are doing, but you can just forget it!"

"Did you put Holly up to searching my room for clues about our honeymoon?" he asked, his voice sharp as a whip and Megan flinched from his obvious anger.

"It isn't fair of you to keep where we are going from me. I don't like surprises, and I have no clue how to pack, Montague!" She went on the attack. "I tried and tried asking you, telling you why I needed to know, but you keep persisting in this surprise stuff... which I absolutely hate!"

"The honeymoon is my responsibility and if I want to keep it a secret, then I have a right to do so. You, my love, had no right to ask Holly to snoop through my room. Would you like to know what happened when I caught her?" he asked, and Megan abruptly realized that he was really furious with her!

"It wasn't Holly's fault. I put her up to it, and if you were mean to her, then you were wrong!"

"What was wrong was the way you talked her into snooping. She knew it was wrong, and she paid the price... Just like you will," he added menacingly.

"We are being married in three days! I don't want a spanking now! I have to be able to sit through another shower tonight, Montague!"

"You should have thought of that before you put my sister up to something so deceitful. It was wrong of you, Megan."

Megan tried not to blush when her father walked out from the kitchen to see who she was talking to.

"You must be anxious to tie the knot, son. You're early." George gave him a smile and pretended not to see the paddle that Montague was holding in his hand.

"I'm ready to get married, sir, but I came early because your daughter and I have something important to discuss."

"I see," he said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "Well, I just came in to tell Meggie that her Mom and I were going for ice cream. I reckon Meggie should stay right here and talk to you. We'll be a while. Joyce will want to go to Wal-Mart while we're out." He chuckled and then he left the hallway and went back out to the kitchen. It wasn't long before they heard the car being started, and then George backed out of the driveway and Joyce was in the front seat beside him.

"It would seem we have the house to ourselves, Megan."

"That doesn't mean you are going to paddle me, Montague. Our wedding is just a few days away and I don't want a sore butt while I am going to showers and rehearsal dinners!" She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

"It won't work, little girl. You asked my sister to snoop for you and she got caught. You're going to get the same thing she did."

"How could you be so cruel, Montague? It's your fault. If you'd told the truth then I wouldn't have had to resort to unusual methods to find out where you are taking me. It is your fault, Montague, and you owe Holly an apology," Megan insisted.

"It is your fault, young lady, and I owe you a damn good paddling."

"No!" Megan tried to free herself from his grasp, but he had her wrist tightly clasped and he pulled her over to her parents' sofa. He was determined to let her know how he felt about her involving his sister in something that she shouldn't have been involved in.

Megan was fighting Montague every inch of the way. She was angry that she couldn't tell everyone where Montague was taking her for their honeymoon, and for the fact that he was going to spank her when it was all his fault. "You let me go, Montague! I won't permit you to spank me when it is your fault!" she yelled.

He ignored her complaints and accusations and when they reached the sofa he picked her up and dropped her over the back so that her feet were dangling several inches above the floor and her hands barely reached the cushions. "I think this will do," he stated, then took the paddle and cracked it over the seat of the jeans she was wearing.

"Owww! This is so not fair!" Megan told him, futilely trying to wiggle backwards and escape. When that didn't work, she kicked her feet. The paddle smacked again, lower this time, and it really hurt. "Ouch! Oh, Montague, not now! I can't handle this! Owwww!" Megan cried out as he swatted her once more.

"Am I getting your attention, Megan?"

"You are being mean!"

"I can see that this is going to take a while," Montague commented, and then he put some real effort into making the seat of her jeans smoke.

"Owwwww! OWWWWW! Okay, I'm sorry!" Megan pleaded for him to stop paddling her. The board was stinging like fire every time it made contact with her backside, and she had had enough already!

"Tell me about being sorry," Montague ordered, giving her yet another sound whack across her right cheek.

"I shouldn't have asked Holly to search your room. I'm sorry I got her into trouble."

"Do you realize it is wrong to invade anyone's privacy, young lady?" Montague was doubtful that she truly understood, but he was willing to let it pass if she made the right sounds.

"Do you realize it is wrong to keep secrets from the woman you plan to marry? I have as much right to know where we are going for our honeymoon as you do!" As soon as the words left her mouth she knew that uttering them was a huge mistake. Montague started spanking again, using the paddle over and over on her sit spots while she said 'sorry' over and over. Please Montague, stop! I am in serious pain!"

"You can't be in that much pain if you are sassing me while I have a paddle in my hand!" he argued.