The O'Malley Brides (37 page)

“That sure sounds good,” one of the reindeer agreed.

“Bridget
,
your brother is a nice guy,” a female elf added.

The singing resumed as Patrick poured the tiniest drop of whiskey into each cup and filled the rest wi
th strong black coffee.  Topped
off with whipped cream, they would never notice
the absence of booze
.

“I’ll have a beer if you don’t mind Pat,” Bridget stated with another hiccup.

“I do mind and you’ll have coffee,” he told her, his mouth frozen in a tight smile.  Her cup didn’t get any whiskey.  Waiting about ten minutes
,
he called for two cabs and took some money out of the till.  They were still singing in drunken harmony when he shuffled them to the door and the waiting vehicles. 

“See you tomorrow
,
Bridget,” a couple of them called.

“Next year,” she yelled back merrily, taking a break from her song.  “I have tomorrow off, remember?”

Walking back inside, Patrick approached his sister wishing by all that was holy
that
she would grow up and settle down before she gave him prematurely gray hair or a heart attack.  Picking her up by her waist he sat her down hard on the end of the bar and walked around behind it, holding firmly to the wide black belt around her tiny waist.  Other than a quick ouch
,
she went on belting out songs as if her behavior was perfectly normal and acceptable.  He thought about locking her in his office, but if she puked on his desk, he’d have to kill her.  The storeroom was too cold to keep her there
for
any length of time and if he put her in the kitchen she could sneak out the back door.  Finally
,
he put a hand on each side of her ass, sliding her down the bar until he could reach the phone.  Waking Nick and Maggie wasn’t exactly a plan, but it was the best idea
he could come up with right now
.

“Hello.”

“Nick, it’s Pat, did I wake you?”

“No, I was just heading upstairs.  What’
s up is
anything wrong?”
Nick asked concerned.

“Nothing more than normal,” Patrick sighed.  “Listen
,
do you happen to have Dell’s home number
,
I need a favor.”

“Ah, I wondered if that was Bridge in the background.  She sounds drunk.”

“She is,” Patrick replied with a grimace.

“Want me to come get her and take her home?” Nick offered.

“No, I was hoping I could get Dell to come and get her.  It might be a good experience for him if he’s going to continue seeing her.  Maybe this could work in our favor,” Pat continued
,
“but at least he will really see what he’s getting himself into.”

“True,” Nick agreed with a laugh, “but it might scare him off for good you know.”

“There’s not much else we can do.  I think Bridget really cares for him and if seeing this doesn’t run him off, nothing will,” Pat chuckled. 
“
If it wasn’t against what Da wants
,
I’d have her in the backroom right now tanning her hide.
”
 

“I hear you there, Pat,
g
ive me a second and I’ll get that number.”

Nick got the number and while Patrick was trying to dial it, Bridget reached behind the bar and plucked a bottle of liquor
out the tray.  He managed to snatch it away at the last second and she pouted, giving him a dirty look before she forgot her pique and resumed singing merrily.  He had to say
,
Bridget was a happy drunk.

“Hello,” Dell answered seeing the pub come up on his caller ID.  “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah Dell,
its Patrick, s
orry to bother you so late,” he apologized.  “I have a little problem down here at the pub and I was hoping you could help me out?”

“Would that problem be a little girl about five feet tall with blonde hair?” Dell asked sighing.

“How did you guess?”

“I can hear her singing, is she drunk?”

“Shit-faced,” Pat answered.  “The problem is I’m here alone.  Molly went home early and I have no one to watch the bar while I take the little brat home.  The roads are lousy and I don’t want to call Da and make him come out
in this weather
.  I was wondering if I could get you to take her off my
hands.
”

Dell had switched to speaker phone and was already pulling on his pants.  “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes Patrick.  Don’t let her leave
. 
I’d hate to have to chase her down.”

“Believe me Dell, she’s not going anywhere,” Patrick assured him, giving Bridget a nasty grin. 

“Patrick, how did she get there?” Dell asked, curious why she was alone.

“She came in about an hour ago with a few elves, some reindeer and Santa.  Said she brought them from the North Pole.  Wait till you see how she’s dressed,
it’s
unbelievable,” Patrick said shaking his head when Bridget stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’ll have you know this is a very cute outfit,” she insisted.  “I have had lots of compliments. 

Patrick, I’m thirsty, I need a drink,” she whined.

“Dell could you…”

“I understand completely,” Dell replied.  “See you in a few.”

Dell arrived in fifteen minutes, which meant one of two things Patrick decided.  Either the weather conditions had improved or he was pissed.  Walking in the door
,
he stomped the snow off his shoes and headed straight to the bar. 
Ignoring
Bridget’s “
Winston Honey
,”
he talked to Patrick
. 
“What happened to the rest to the people she was with?” he asked looking around.

“I gave them each a coffee and called a couple of cabs, on me,” Patrick answered tugging back on Bridget’s belt when she tried to wiggle off the bar.  “I’m really sorry about this, Dell.  If I had been able to think of something else I would have done it.  I could hardly dump her in a cab and expect the driver to take her into the house.  Knowing my sister, she probably would have talked him in to stop
ping somewhere for another drink
.”

“Don’t worry about it
. 
I’ll get her home safely.  Did she have a coat?” Dell asked looking around.

“Not that I saw.”

“Of course not,” Dell replied taking off his long coat and lying i
t
on the bar.  Moving for the first time directly in front of Brid
get he signaled Pat to let go of her
, plucked
her hat off and gently tipped her off the bar and right over his shoulder. 

Patrick saw her ruffled panties and thigh high stocking and looked away swearing.  “Jesus, does she have any sense at all?” he questioned no one in particular.  Rounding the bar he
,
threw Dell
’s
coat over her covering her from her shoulders to her feet while Dell
moved his arm.

Bridget was struggling and cursing, but neither man paid the least bit of attention to her protests.

“Thanks a lot
,
Dell,” Patrick told him following him to the door.

“No problem,” Dell replied.  Never altering his stride they disappeared into the dark.

Opening his car door, Dell dumped Bridget into the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt and pushed the lock on her door before he shut it.  Getting in
, he
started the car
and turned
the heater on full blast.  In the short time he was in the bar, the windows had frozen over.

Bridget
tried
talking to him, asking him if he was mad at her, but he just glared in response until she turned away pouting. 

“Fine, be that way,” she said.  “I might as well just go to s
leep if you’re not going to talk to
me.  Do you want me to sing to you?”

“No,” he answered, turning out of the parking lot.

“Fine then, I’ll just shut up.”

“Good idea.”

By the time Dell pulled up in front of the house, she was snoring softly.  Parking
,
he went around to her side and unlocked the door.  It took a few attempts before he could get her upright enough to put her back over his shoulder but
he
finally
managed it and
walked up the walk, onto the wide porch and rang the bell.

Bridget
’s
father open
ed
the door and Dell walked in.

“Good evening
,
Sir.  Which room is Bridget’s?” Dell asked as if this were a common occurrence.  He tried to keep her costume covered with his coat, at least all the important parts.

“Upstairs, third door on the left,” Sean answered with a deep sigh.

“I’ll just take her up then
,
Sir,” Dell said simply.

Upstairs he entered her room and laid her on the bed.  Removing his coat from around her, he untied her black ankle boots and dropped them on the floor.  Dell unbuckled her belt and tossed it away before reaching under her to pull down the comforter.  The moment he covered her up she sighed and kicked the covers back off, turning on her side her right knee raised.  Dell stared thoughtfully at her ruffled panties, golden hair and sweet face. 
How she could look so angelic and be such a hoyden he would never know.  After several moments he came to a decision and covered her back up before he left the room.

Downstairs he slipped on his coat as he turned to her father.
“I’ll be back first thing in the morning
,
Sir, if that’s alright?”

“Of course lad, you’re always welcome here.  Is there something in particular you’re coming for?”

“Yes,” Dell answered firmly.  “I believe it
’s
time to make a commitment, Sir
,
” Dell continued looking resolutely into the older man’s eyes.

Sean grinned and slapped Dell heartily on the back.

“That’s fine son, just fine.   Her Ma and I will just slip out for coffee and
donuts when we see you pull up,
give you kids a little privacy.
  The front door will be unlocked son.”

“Thank you
,
Sir, that will be fine. 
I appreciate your understanding.”

“Son, I don’t know where my daughter was tonight.  I’m sure she wasn’
t with you, but
I want to thank you for bringin’
her home,” Sean said

“You’re welcome
,
Sir,” Dell replied heading out the door.  “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about this type of thing after tomorrow, at least I hope not.”

“Me too lad, me too,” Sean said as he closed and locked the door.

The spanking Dell gave Bridget the next morning was one for the history book
s
.  Sh
e was half asleep when he sat on
her bed and dragged her over his lap.  With absolutely no preamble or warning he pulled down her panties and lit into her as if he’d been blistering bad girl butts all of
his life.  Stopping frequently to lecture her
, he
told her in no uncertain terms what she could expect in the future if she failed to behave properly.   There would be no more
drunken binges, no vulgar language and no unladylike attire, unless they were alone, in which case she could wear whatever she wanted, or nothing at all if she so chose.  He would be closely watching her grades from this point on and she’d better be attending classes when she was supposed to. 

Dell paused and shook his aching hand, while Bridget howled like a scalded cat, promising retribution.  She would have her brother arrest him
.  S
he would have him
disbarred or dismembered, which
ever was more painful.  She would find out where his parents were staying abroad and sent them a telegram or better yet an email with a picture of what their son had done to her
ass
. 
She would key his car, writing the word
‘
spanker
’
across the trunk so that other girls would be warned.  She would…

Dell grinned and resumed roasting her butt, the pain in his hand be damned.  His analytical mind remembered everything he had been told or read regarding how to administer a proper punishment spanking and Dell never did anything half-assed.  He carefully watched her small bottom become redder and hotter, and enjoyed every minute of it.  As far as he was concerned, Bridget
had
had this coming for a long time
.  Last night was the final straw.  Anything could have happened to her and she was getting off lightly with only a spanking.  Yes things could have turned out much, much worse.