Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
My mouth opened, not with the intent to say anything, but simply because my body suddenly needed a lot more air than I could get through my nose. I heard my breath come in little pants, and I started to feel lightheaded, as Rick moved around the horrid chair and started to sit down.
My rational mind, which had decided to go on a strange vacation for a few moments, suddenly returned for a moment. I hadn’t had any words, I thought, when Rick had told me what he wanted me to do, with the mortifying implication of what he intended to do to me. Suddenly logical thoughts came flooding back into my head, my mind reeling away from the insanity of the scene.
“But I didn’t do anything!” I protested, my brain seizing that thread in the bizarre tapestry of the moment for reasons I didn’t understand. I did see that I had just acknowledged something dismaying—that if I had done something, my husband would have done the right thing by taking me to a private room to spank me. The realization brought a sob from my chest so ambiguous I thought I might faint just with the pressure of the thoughts inside my head. Much too late, I tried to counter it by following up, with tears forming in my eyes, “And… even if I had…”
“Dee,” Rick said, “listen to me. First of all, I’m sure that for a lot of girls—maybe most girls—failing to obey their husbands shouldn’t mean a trip over their husbands’ knees. For you, though…”
He had stopped the movement of his body that would end in his sitting in the chair.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s not…”
“Last chance,” Rick said quietly. “When we get to Rocky Falls, we’ll sit down with a New Modesty counselor and they can explain how it all works legally and psychologically. That doesn’t matter to me anywhere near as much as the fact that you need a spanking, and you’re going to get one before we leave this room.”
In my mind, the whole thing seemed to go around a corner and my brain somehow found itself back in the same place.
“But you can’t,” I started, thinking for some unfathomable reason that now Ricky would have to see reason, and the strange little nightmare would come to an end. “It’s not—”
I knew that my new husband was, when it came down to it, a man of few words. I had never really seen it in action before. Rick didn’t mind talking, really, when talking would solve a problem, but he also knew when it wouldn’t. As he came around the chair toward me I saw in his eyes the resolute decision that words weren’t going to get us anywhere, not right now.
And part of me understood, to my dismay, that Rick had made the right decision, as mortifying as it would now turn out for me. As if to punctuate that idea, put an exclamation point on it, I heard Heather Franklin cry out again from the other room.
I had nowhere to go. Rick had hold of my upper arm in a second, his right hand tightening in a vise-like grip and pulling me toward him while he simply sat down in the chair.
“Ow! Ricky! You’re—”
“Sir,” Rick said curtly, using his massive strength so deftly that he unbalanced me before I even had a chance to try to yank myself away.
It just happened, that way: my husband pulled me down, toppled me over his lap and then without any further warning began to spank me. A hard smack landed on my denim-covered butt, right in the middle, and then another in the same place.
It didn’t start to hurt until half a second after the first spank, and Rick had started so suddenly that I didn’t even start to struggle until a third one had landed on my right bottom-cheek.
“Wait!” I yelled. “Stop… Rick…”
“Sir,” he said, his voice grim. He clamped down with his left arm over my back, and spanked me low down on my right ass-cheek. It really started to hurt at that point.
“No!” I cried. I kicked out with my legs. “Stop it, goddammit! Just fucking—”
With a physical agility I didn’t know my enormous husband possessed, he shifted me atop his lap, moving his right leg to the side and positioning me over his left so he could upend me still further, bringing his right thigh back to cross the backs of my knees and immobilize me there.
Not just across his lap. Over his knee. Over my husband’s knee.
He spanked me again, three times in a row. I wailed in pain, hearing how my cry of shame and discomfort matched the ones I had heard from Heather, next door. Like her, I had just become a spanked wife.
Oh, no.
CHAPTER 10