"I am honored, Miss Devereaux," William said earnestly. "Very honored, indeed. But I am also a gentleman who will not let his future wife be rude or left open to ridicule."

"Future wife? Future wife," Julia echoed, totally stunned by William's statement. She thought this man might be a fine choice for a husband. But she was not ready for marriage & did not consider the concept of entering into bondage to any one man the least bit logical until she had her fill of the fun & fruits of youth.

"Of course," William said with a smug matter-of-factness that made Julia's blood begin to boil. His kisses were the sweetest, most intoxicating wine the 16-year-old had tasted. But she was not about to let him think they had won her heart or the right to tell her what to do!

"You think too highly of yourself, sir," Julia hissed & pushed William away. "I shall be the one to select my mate when the time is right! And he shall kiss me when I tell him to kiss me & do everything else I say as well!"

"Oh, really? So you want a milksop for a mate, not a man," William chuckled as he crossed his arms & calmly gazed into the flashing eyes of the spoiled brat before him. "And how long do you think you'll be happy with a man like that? A man who will never match your spirit or stir your passions as I just did?"

"Ha!" Julia scoffed, infuriated by the handsome 20-year-old's arrogance. "I've had better kisses!"

"No, you have not," William countered through a annoyingly sure smirk. Julia eyes narrowed & her hands balled up into little fists of fury.

Julia's voice lowered to a low, rumbling growl. "Are you calling me a-a liar?"

"Yes, since you have forced me to, Miss Devereaux," William replied without a ripple of fear, although he inwardly braced himself for a possible attack. "I will also repeat my earlier statements that you are the loveliest spoiled brat I have ever seen & that a good tanning would do you a world of good."

"And I will repeat that I am NOT a child & that you are no gentleman!" Julia seethed as she took a step toward William. "You are a rogue! A scoundrel!! A blackguard of the vilest sort!!!"

Outwardly, William appeared as calm & relaxed as a Summer passenger sitting on the deck of a Mississippi riverboat. However, he knew that what he was about to say would really rile the already tempered-up Southern shecat before him.

"And you are a spoiled brat who needs a mate ready, willing & able to turn you over his knee at a moment's notice & spank you soundly until the day you grow up & realize the world does not revolve around you & your wishes."

"Ewwwwww," Julia snarled. "And you think you are that man, Mister William Dupree?"

"Yes, I am," William murmured, making Julia's blood really boil. She had never met such an insufferably arrogant & pig-headed male before in her life! She wondered where the best spot to strike him without interference would be, & decided on a two-pronged attack that the prepared young man could not counter in time.

"Oooof!!" William exclaimed as Julia flew at him, kicking with both slippered feet & punching with both little fists. He managed to sidestep the full force of her kicks & catch one punch before it struck his gut, but not the other.  It landed with all the force behind Julia's attack & all the fury she put into it & drove the breath from his lungs. Still, he was able to wrap his arms around the snarling shecat, lift her off her feet, & hold her squirming in his arms while he regained his breath.

"Let me go," Julia demanded. Then, in a dangerous tone that bespoke her serious intent, she declared, "I'm going to throttle you within an inch of your life!"

"And I am going to give you the hiding you deserve," William growled as he easily tucked the 16-year-old bit of cargo under his arm & carried her around the side of the house   toward the barn.

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!!" Julia declared while waving her feet in the air & trying to reach her one free hand across her body to punch or scratch her accoster wherever she could.

"Oh, I most certainly would dare, Miss Julia Devereaux," William gritted, fully determined to mete out the punishment his bride to be deserved. "In fact, I give you my word of honor that I am going to turn you over my knee, turn up your skirts, & tan your bare hide until you agree to marry me!"

* * * * *

"B-Bare hide? Oh no!" A Southern gentleman's word of honor is serious business, Julia knew. So she suddenly lost all hope that she could stop William alone & did the only thing she could: scream for help! "HELP!! DADDY!! HELP! ANYONE!!"

William wondered if someone would hear & intercede. But he didn't let his concerns slow him in the least as he carried the screeching 16-year-old to & through the barn door. Julia tried to grab the doorjamb & hold on for dear life, but the strength of one of her thin arms was no match for the strength in both of the 20-year-old young man's muscled legs.

Inside the mansion, many wondered where the belle of the ball had disappeared to. But neither her annoyed father, disappointed suitors, nor relieved female competitors heard her cries for help through the thick walls of the house & over the strains of music the orchestra provided for their pleasure.

The horses inside the barn did hear the snarls & screeches of the outraged female, however, & shied away to the farthest corners of their stalls before William carried Julia inside & selected a bale of hay upon which to sit.

"Don't you dare strike me, William Dupree!" Julia warned as she found herself face down over a man's lap for the first time since she was a tiny child. "I'll tell my Daddy & see you gelded if you do! I swear I will!!"

"I will," Julia vowed. "And then I'll laugh at your suffering, you... you blackguard! Your only chance is to release me NOW! Do so & I shall be merciful..."

WHUMP!

Julia didn't feel any pain as William's palm sank into the layers of petticoats protecting her bottom. But she was no less outraged & shocked that he had really dared to carry out his threat. She screeched, "YOU STRUCK MEEEEE!!", in such a strident tone that the stabled horses whinnied & would have run had they not been confined to their stalls.

"Yes, I did," William agreed. "And I will many times more. But not until I get to the meat of the matter, you spoiled brat!"

"NO! DON'T!! I SWEAR I'LL SHOOT YOU MYSELF!! STOP!!!" Julia struggled with all the strength in her vibrant young body. But she could do nothing to prevent William from folding up the numerous petticoats she wore under her gown & exposing the linen pantalets that were the last veil between his eyes & her bare skin.

"Why, your saucy seat is even more shapely than I imagined, Miss Devereaux," William snickered as he savored the sight of Julia's girlishly plump posterior cheeks cavorting under the thin layer of linen.

"EWWWWW! I HATE YOU!!" Julia bayed. "I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I ever do, William Dupree! I swear on my dear mother's grave I will!!"

"I'll look forward to your attempt, Miss Devereaux, & spank you again when you fail," William said as his hand inched its way around Julia’s petite waist, pulling her closer to him. Julia struggled & kicked & cursed him for taking liberties with her, but she was not going to escape the spanking he had promised her.

William lifted his hand & brought it down in a furious volley of spanks that covered Julia’s upturned bottom in an instant. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Julia screamed out & tried to fight off the fiery fury of William’s spanks, but to no avail. He continued spanking her wiggling bottom from the crest of her rounded cheeks to the valley that divided her bottom from her thighs. He was unconcerned that her screams filled the barn & frightened the horses.

"You ARE going to be my beautiful, obedient wife, Miss Julia Devereaux," William insisted as he warmed each side of Julia's bottom in turn.

"YEOUCHHHH! I’ll never marry you, you beast! OUCH! I'd rather marry a smelly old fishmonger!! OWWW!" Julia insisted, though her hindquarters were beginning to feel like they had the time she'd accidentally sat on a freshly fueled, coal bedwarmer!

"You will marry me!" SMACK! "You will grow up!" SMACK! SMACK! "And you will go over my knee every damn day until you do!!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OOOH! OUCH! I-I’ll do as I damn well please!" Julia declared, in dire distress but as yet unbroken.

"I see I still haven’t made my point," William muttered. "But you will tell me when I do, wife to be. I assure you you will."

"NEVER!" Julia shouted as she bucked from side to side, providing William with a pleasant view of her dancing derriere as he stepped up the force & pace of his spanking palm. SLAP! SPLAT! SMACK!

"We shall see," was all William said. He then clamped his mouth closed & decided to see which would give in first; his palm or his spoiled brat's bottom?!

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Julia remembered her accident with the bedwarmer well enough to never make that mistake again. Although her bottom was covered by a nightgown & in contact with the hot metal for only a moment, the burn she'd received was painful & lasted for near on a week! With that in mind & the feel of the even more furiously burning pain assaulting every inch of her wriggling hindquarters, she wildly wondered if anything could hurt any worse or if she would ever be able to sit down again!

William suddenly pushed Julia forward over his lap & locked her legs with his right leg. Her head almost touched the ground & her hips rose higher over her tormentor's thigh, making her bright pink bottom a prime target for his palm, which almost immediately started striking again with loud splatting cracks that soon changed Julia's tune.

"Pleeeez William, PLEEEEZ! It hurts, it hurts!" The helpless, hurting Southern belle screeched as tears sprang from her eyes. "Yeouch, yeeeeowwwwchhhh! Oh, Lordy, it hurts sooooo very badly!!

"Will you admit you need a firm-handed husband to help you grow up?" William wanted to know as he continued to apply stinging caresses to Julia's peaches & cream & crimson posterior.

"Ouch! I-I-I... Owwww! I-I-I..." Julia's stubbornness screamed for her to curse her handsome suitor's black heart & tell him to go the damnation he deserved. But her burning backside screamed twice as loudly for her to say anything he demanded as he continued to spank her as if he would never stop. She finally screeched, "YESSS DAMMIT! YESSSS!!"

20-year-old William Dupree smiled & imagined enjoying himself like this again & often after he wed the headstrong 16-year-old womanchild he was spanking. Julia's hind end was thing of beauty, & even moreso all red & wriggling like it was now. After their vows were exchanged, he would teach his fiery young female a trick or ten about making up after he had to spank her & make her cry as she was doing now.

SLAP! SMACK! SPANK!!

William marveled at the vibrant cherry red her matching twin globes had become & wasn't surprised when her cries turned to sobs of woe & she collapsed, exhausted over his lap, unable to fight him or the pain any longer. It was time to pop the big question again, he realized. And this time, he doubted the punished piece of fluff would reply with a slur or fiery retort.

"And will you now accept my proposal & agree to be my beautiful, obedient bride, Miss Julia Devereaux?"

"Y-YES! YESSS!! Boo-hoo-hoo! I-I will be your bride," Julia sobbed in utter submission.

"And what do you think will happen if you change your mind after I let you up or play some other game with me, young lady?" William demanded as he continued to make Julia's round rump cheeks redden & bounce.

"I-I won't! Boo-hoo-hoooo! I won't!"

"But if you do?" William insisted.

"Boo-hoo-hoo! I-I'll get a s-spanking!" Julia wailed with fear drenched certainty, feeling more like a naughty little girl over her Daddy's knee than a desirable, sought after Southern belle over the lap of her newly betrothed.

"That's right, Mrs. Julia Dupree. That's very right," William chuckled, liking the sound of it already. He stopped spanking & helped his blushing bride-to-be to her feet.

Julia yanked down her gown & turned away from him. Then she lifted the front & rearranged her underclothes. She pulled out her handkerchief & used it to mop her tear-stained face before she blew her runny nose. The shamed & sore 16-year-old knew William sat waiting behind her. But she was sure swoon or die from humiliation if she turned & looked at him. He had seen her nakedness & felt her flesh. And he had spanked away her airs & spirit. Julia Devereaux just didn't know what to do! William's soft command soon came & solved that quandary.

He ordered he to come to him & took her on his knee when she timidly obeyed. Julia winced as her bottom met William's thigh, but after several squirms she settled down & enjoyed the feel of his manly muscles so close to her charms. He took out his handkerchief & tenderly continued the cleanup she started.

"As the Lord is my witness, I've loved you from the minute I first laid eyes on you, Julia," William softly crooned against the 16-year-old's trembling lips. Then he kissed them gently, withdrew, & kissed them again. Julia enjoyed the feel of her handsome beau's soft lips on hers & gradually returned his kisses with mounting ardor until the two were entwined in each other's arms & trying to match the silky sweet speed of the other's dueling tongue.

William & Julia caused a stir when they returned to the ball hand in hand. All eyes that had looked for them during their absence followed them closely as they sauntered straight up to Mr. Devereaux. Julia's father noticed the blush on his daughter's cheeks & the dreamy look of love in her eyes before William spoke, but his worries of impropriety were quickly overshadowed by the young gentleman's startling words.

"Sir, I respectively request your permission to marry your darling daughter."

"Marry?" Mr. Devereaux grunted. "Why you haven't started courting her yet!"

"Yes, he has, Daddy," Julia stated as she looked between the two men she loved & admired most.

"B-But when?" It wasn't proper for a gentleman to court another's daughter without first asking permission. And from what he knew of young William Dupree, he was a gentleman. So...

"Tonight, Daddy," Julia answered. But her next statement, delivered in her this is the end of the discussion tone, befuddled her dear father anew. "And I say we've done all the courting we need to, so don't give me any balderdash about waiting a year to wed because some idiotic rule says so."

"B-But, Mr. Dupree?" Pierre Devereaux stammered to the only chance he knew he had to reason with his determined daughter. "Propriety must be observed, don't you agree?"

William chuckled & shook his head. Looking down at his bride-to-be with a twinkle in his eye & an impish smile playing about his lips, he said, "You heard our girl, Sir!"

Mr. Devereaux watched his daughter return William's look of loving pride & realized he had no choice but to give his permission for them to wed. Julia would run off & get married anyway if he said no, & it didn't look to him like her young swain had the backbone to stand up to her.

Oh, how little did he know...

The brightly blushing end!

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