Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“No, sir.”
“Then let’s finish this business with no more squirming and no more complaints.”
He began to spank her again, with crisp, stinging swats even harder than the ones that had come before. Now that he held her wrist in a firm grasp behind her back, squirming got her nowhere. Her mewling cries for mercy were ignored. This spanking is a correction. I am trying to help you.
At last, when the pain was on the edge of too much, she let go of resistance and tried to accept the correction. She had behaved badly. Her father, her mother, her brother, none of them had the right to punish her anymore, although they’d looked at her as though she ought to be punished. It was Marlow who had the right to do it, and he was, and oh, it hurt…
But she must learn to think of punishments in the same manner he did. One misbehaved, one paid the price, one moved on with a clear conscience.
“I just want to be good again,” she sobbed as he spanked her. “I am a good person.”
“Yes, my darling.”
“I want to be a good wife.” Her voice cracked on the word “wife” as he delivered an especially sharp spank. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!” Her bottom burned like the sun, hot and throbbing. She felt it must glow by now. She could not move, could hardly kick her legs it hurt so much, so she only cried with all the passion in her soul. Someone might hear, she cried so loudly. For that matter, he spanked her quite loudly. She supposed it didn’t matter since they all believed her deserving of punishment.
“Are you going to be good after this?” he asked, taking a break and rubbing her burning cheeks.
“Yes, please. Yes, my lord, I’m going to try to be much better.”
Another volley of spanks, so hard she cried out with a shriek.
“And you won’t ever run away and put yourself in danger, and frighten everyone so they are angry with you afterward?”
“Oh, no, sir, I won’t. I’m so sorry for my behavior.”
Her abject apologies and bitter tears finally made him relent. It was, by far, the hardest spanking she’d had. She accepted that her husband was a disciplinarian; now she must accept that his spankings could be quite severe if warranted. Yes, he had changed her, made her better, for she would think twice before embarking on any wild capers again.
“There now, sit up in my lap.”
She did, wincing as her spanked bottom slid across his legs. “Ow. It really smarts.”
“I hope it will be hard for you to sit down for a few days. Something to remind you that you were punished.” He put a finger beneath her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “Something to remind you that you’ve paid the price for your misbehavior. I would like to move on now, move forward. No more of your guilty sulking. You’ve been a good wife and submitted to your husband’s discipline, yes?”
She looked into his pale blue eyes, overcome with every sort of emotion. Embarrassment, relief, and a quaking, shameful sort of love. “Thank you for spanking me,” she said. She could not understand why, but she really was thankful.
“Sweet Rosalind.” He would not let her lower her skirts. He ran his fingers over her punished arse, parting her bottom, touching her in the wicked, secret places he liked to torment. She rested her head upon his shoulder, letting him stroke her.
“I love you,” she said. “I love you so much.”
He sighed and moved his hands to her buttons, undoing them, pulling her bodice down to suck her taut nipples. A moment ago, he’d been blistering her bottom. Now he was making the pain blend into something else hot and exciting. Her head fell back as he kissed her neck, then gripped it. His other hand freed his cock from his trousers. She felt it rear up between her legs.
“Shall I suck and kiss you?” she asked, preparing to go to her knees.
“No, not this time.”
He held her fast and positioned his cock beneath her, then drove up inside her, in the way that made babies possible, the way he hadn’t dared since they were on the ship. It felt strange and full to have him enter her there. When he played with her bottom hole and pressed inside there, it was slow and a bit painful, but this was surging and fast and wonderful.
He bucked into her, and she moved with him, grasping his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall off his lap. He thrust so violently inside her she had to put her feet down and straddle him. He gripped her still-aching bottom and drove into her over and over, kissing and biting her exposed breasts, sending waves of delicious sensation through her limbs and to her middle. Her pelvis grew heavy with want, with need.