Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“What is a ‘regular interval’ in your marriage?”
“Right now…” Rosalind gave her a look, flicking back a lock of dark gold hair. “Well, ever since Marlow learned about Townsend’s nightly spankings for Jane, he’s decided we must try it. So you might say our interval right now is daily.”
“Daily!”
“Well, nightly. Unless I earn one during the day as well.”
Elizabeth’s mouth fell open. “Rosalind!”
“Didn’t Jane seem very content at your wedding?” she argued. “And I’m sure Marlow won’t go on with nightly spankings forever.”
“How can you know that? Our husbands are madmen.”
“It probably seems very regimented and tedious to someone newly married. It’s certainly not easy to present myself to him each night before bed, to get my bottom reddened until I’m sore. But as I said…afterward…”
Rosalind blushed, emotions dancing behind her sedate gaze.
Elizabeth did not understand. “What is this ‘afterward’ Marlow provides, that you will submit to that sort of disciplinary onslaught?”
“It’s not an onslaught. Oh, darling. Have you not done intimate, sensual things with August?”
“Do you mean when he kisses me?” Elizabeth felt her own blush deepen. This was her best friend, and they were both married now, so she tried not to sound embarrassed. “Do you mean when he kisses me…down there?” she finished in a slightly stronger voice.
“Hmm. Yes.” Rosalind’s brows slanted, quizzical. “Has he done anything else down there?”
“I have no idea what you mean. Unless…” She took a deep breath. “Well, there is his rather giant thing that he presses between my thighs sometimes. I admit, the pressure feels pleasant, but I think he’s afraid he’ll hurt me if he puts it inside me.”
“Oh. Truly?”
“Yes, because he hasn’t done it yet.”
Now Rosalind was the one blushing red. “Oh, Lisbet. I don’t imagine he’ll hurt you if he’s careful, no matter how large he may be. It’s something that’s done in nearly every marriage, unless the husband and wife hate one another.”
“Oh. I don’t think August hates me.”
“Elizabeth! Of course he doesn’t.”
“But he was practically forced to marry me.”
“So?” Rosalind tapped Elizabeth on the knee. “Consider Townsend and Jane. Their marriage was a complete accident, and they’re so in love now.”
“Except that your brother spanks her every night,” said Elizabeth. “Which has caused you to also be spanked nightly. I’m sure I won’t be far behind.”
“You’ll come to recognize these disciplinary sessions as acts of love.” Rosalind sighed, taking her hand. “August clearly adores you. He punished you today out of fear for your safety, because he adores you. He’s always been the protective sort.”
“But—”
“I know, I know. It’s hard to look at a painful spanking as an act of protectiveness. However, I’m sure it was.” Rosalind made a soft, humming sound and tapped her chin. “As for the ‘afterward’ between you…”
Maybe it was the spanking, the popping of her contented marital bubble, that made hopelessness set in. “He’s just so big,” said Elizabeth. “What if we can never have an afterward?”
“Some gentlemen are fashioned so. Marlow’s cock—they call them cocks for some reason, darling—well, it’s very big when he’s excited, and I survive.” She gave a sudden laugh. “Survive is the wrong word. Joining with him can be lovely, quite exciting and enjoyable, never more so than just after he’s given me a rollicking spanking.” Rosalind put a hand over her mouth, meeting Elizabeth’s gaze with more soft laughter. “Am I sharing too much?”
“You’re not sharing enough,” said Elizabeth. “How is it exciting? How can it feel enjoyable to have…all that…shoved inside you? What I’ve been told makes no sense.”
“What have you been told?”
“That men and women lie down together and join together, and…” Elizabeth waved her hands in frustration. “And then something happens in the midst of all that that’s exciting and good.”
“Something does happen.” Rosalind paused a moment to think. “Listen, Lisbet. Have you enjoyed it when he kisses you down there?”
“Well, yes.” She pressed her legs together at a delectable flash of memory. “He’s even brought me to a sort of climax, where I squeeze and tremble all over. It happens when I’m not self-conscious or embarrassed about what’s transpiring. August said I must not be.”
“He’s a good teacher, then,” said Rosalind. “And a good lover. Good enough that when he joins with you—shoves inside you, as you so indelicately put it—he can make you feel like that, only better. His intrusion may feel strange and uncomfortable at first, but once he gets going—”
“Gets going? However does he ‘get going’?”
“He moves inside you, in and out, in a sort of rhythm,” said Rosalind, demonstrating with vague gestures. “I don’t know how better to explain it. It may sound frightening to have your husband thrusting into your body, especially with a big cock, but it’s not. It’s…” She clasped her hands together with a spreading smile. “Well. The trembling you speak of? The climax? It can be glorious.”