Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1) (6 page)

"Three."

"Edwin
please!"

"Four."

"Damn you!"

She let out a louder
scream as his next two hits came down with more force. After all, he couldn’t
allow her to think that cursing him was acceptable. "Five. Six."

By ten she was
begging to apologize and Edwin paused for a moment, letting his hand rub across
her bright pink bottom. 

"I am punishing
you, not coercing you. You will take the full twenty as punishment and then you
will have the opportunity to apologize, but the apology does not diminish your
punishment."

His hand raised again.
"Eleven."

Concentrating, all
the force of his blows on two spots on her buttocks, one on each cheek, Edwin
deliberately hit them over and over again so that she would be feeling the
effects every time she sat down for some time afterwards.  Her bottom was
turning rosy red amidst cream, inflaming his desires further as she squirmed
against him and he wondered if she could feel his arousal as it pressed against
her.  His breeches felt uncommonly tight as the enjoyment of spanking his
wife seemed to have stretched his pego to monstrous proportions.

"Twenty."

On his lap Eleanor
quivered as she cried.

Putting his hand on
one flaming red buttock, Edwin nearly groaned at the heat beneath his palm.
Spanking his wife had been so much more satisfying than any previous
disciplinary experienced he'd ever had, even when he'd punished Collette for
stealing. Eleanor not only deserved the spanking but her bottom looked so
beautiful all hot and red.  Having her on his lap made a very large
difference, especially as she'd physically stopped fighting him quite quickly
despite her verbal protests and pleas.  There was certainly something to
be said for a wife who was already accustomed to this kind of discipline.

He caressed her
beaten bottom, his fingers brushing across the glossy, wet curls of her cunt...
wait... wet?  Shocked and even more aroused, Edwin dipped his hand down to
her cunny and his wife moaned, trying to burrow her head down into the armchair
as her husband found evidence of her own arousal.  The slickness of
Eleanor's slit was both shocking and arousing. But this was supposed to be punishment
after all, not pleasure.

Clearing his throat,
Edwin pushed his wife up from his lap, taking note of her red rimmed puffy
eyes, the blotchy cheeks and quivering lower lip. Yes, 
that
 was
what Eleanor looked like when she actually cried. Her blonde hair was slightly
disordered now, making her look younger and even more vulnerable. Still he
couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her blonde muff, exposed by the set of her
skirts, and the way her puckered nipples were pressing against the front of her
dress. However, he intended to enjoy the sight of her backside for the next few
minutes.

"Go stand in the
corner with your skirts around your waist so I can see your bottom and you think
about how you'd like to apologize. I will give you five minutes. After that you
will make your apology or you'll go back over my lap."

******

Truthfully, if
Eleanor hadn't been so shocked and ashamed at her reaction to her husband's
high handedness and punishment she might not have gone so quietly to the corner
as he ordered, but she was in a bit of a daze. Never in her life had she
expected something like that to occur! Nose to the corner, skirts in her hands,
with a burning bottom was nothing new to her, despite her antipathy to the
position, but she'd never been 
aroused
 under such
circumstances before.

Then again the last
person to take her across her lap for a spanking was her governess when she was
nine, and that no-nonsense, strong-armed woman was surely not the type of
person to inspire desire in her.  It was quite different when she'd been
hauled across the muscular thighs of her damnably attractive husband, his body
holding her in place, his broad hand coming down hard on her soft, vulnerable flesh,
and the turgid length of his rod pressing into her stomach.  But he hadn't
seemed the least bit ashamed of it, nor had he acted on it, whereas she could
not countenance her own reaction.

It had not been the
pain that had made her sob and beg, after all she'd taken harder spankings
before, but she'd been so ashamed at her feelings of excitement under the
circumstances, not to mention the helplessness of her position and the
vulnerability and embarrassment of her husband seeing her in such straights. 
Never in her life had she expected something like that to happen to her and now
that she was standing in the corner she found her anger growing that Edwin
would handle her thus and force such unnatural sensations on her.  And
after the beauty of last night too! 

Her cheeks blushed
hotly as she realized her womanhood was just as slick now as it had been last
night, and that Edwin was well aware of the fact.  For once she was glad
to be in the corner, glad that her reddened bottom was facing him so that she didn't
have to look at him and see his expression. 

Lost in her thoughts
and humiliation, the five minutes passed incredibly quickly and Eleanor found
herself being ordered to turn around.  He did not allow her to lower her
skirts, so that she was forced to make her apology with her skirts around her
waist and her drawers around her ankles. Lowering her eyes rather than facing
him, she did her best to hide her shame and fury as she stammered out an
apology.  To her relief, Edwin accepted it. 

And then had the
audacity to sweep her up in his arms for a passionate kiss, probing the depths
of her mouth with his tongue! Forgetting herself, Eleanor responded to him, her
hands clutching at the fabric filling her hands, forgetting that she was
holding onto her skirts until she felt his fingers curve over her bare bottom.
Then his hand gripped her soft, red flesh, hard, and she cried out as the hard
grip reignited the sting in her buttocks. 

Immediately Eleanor
wriggled away, dropping her skirts in the process.  She quickly reached
beneath them to pull up her drawers, refusing to look at Edwin as her face
turned as red as her bottom with embarrassment.  Why could she not control
her own body around him? 

"I'll see you at
dinner, seven o'clock, sharp," said her husband, his tone making it clear
that he expected her to be there on time.

Eleanor mumbled
something and quit the room, almost running in her anxiety to leave her
punishment, inexplicable reaction, and subsequent humiliation behind.

******

Edwin thought that
the first attempt at domestic discipline had gone rather well. Not only had Eleanor
submitted to the spanking but she'd actually become aroused by it.  Once
she was gone from his study he rather regretted not taking advantage of the
moment and pleasuring them both, thereby relieving the throbbing erection the
spanking had induced, but considering her general confusion when she'd left he
felt that perhaps he'd made the correct choice. After all, she was already
dealing with quite a lot between being married yesterday and having her first
spanking at the hands of her husband today. And considering how happy he
already was with the match, he was inclined to be magnanimous.

However, sitting behind
his desk he found it impossible to return to his work.  Images of Eleanor
kept rising in his mind; her delightful bottom with the red prints of his hands
on either cheek, the wonderful feel of her squirming on his lap, her rosy
bottom on display in the corner, and the way that she'd responded to him when
he'd kissed her.  He had meant to wait until later tonight, to spend his
pleasure in his wife, but he found that his libido was not inclined to be ruled
by his intentions.

Retrieving his
handkerchief from his pocket he undid the front of his breeches and took
his pego in hand, feeling the aching pulse of its rigid length against his
palm. Closing his eyes, he leaned back in his chair as he began to fist
himself, the silky material of the handkerchief rubbing against the plum of his
cock in the most delicious fashion as he relived the events of the past twenty
minutes.  The feel of Eleanor's soft arse quivering beneath his palm, the
heat of her reddened skin, and the surprising wetness of her womanly folds following
her punishment.

With a low groan he
squeezed his throbbing member hard and it pulsed and jerked as it spewed forth
cream into the handkerchief.  

Humming happily, he
discarded the handkerchief and got back to work. More than ever he wanted to
finish setting his matters at rest so that he could take Eleanor on a wedding
trip.

******

Safely ensconced in
her room, Eleanor lay on her stomach on the bed, hating the slight burn in her
bottom that reminded her with every movement of her husband.  Although he
had made several admittedly fair points during his lecture to her, Eleanor
resented his punishment and especially resented that it had aroused feelings of
desire in her.  It was so unfair!

Not only was she
saddled with a husband that she hadn't wanted, even if she did find him
inordinately attractive, with a dismal excuse for a wedding, but now even her
own body had betrayed her! Shame and the lack of satisfaction for the need
pulsing between her legs gave way to another bout of tears as she considered
her options. After last night an annulment was out of the question. Running
away was not a real option either; who would she go to? No one in her family
would help her when her father had been the one to set the match.  Without
a relative to provide succor she would have to work.

Eleanor shuddered.
Absolutely unacceptable for someone of her bloodlines and noble rank to be
forced to work. Besides, the only positions she would be fit for were governess
or companion and neither of those positions would allow for the finer things in
life. 

Perhaps she could
convince her husband to allow her to stay with a friend? Perhaps Lady Grace…
she certainly would understand troubles between a husband and a wife. 
Convincing a friend to hide her away would mean foregoing the balls and parties
that she so enjoyed, but if Edwin were amenable... She made a face. Somehow she
didn't think her husband would be all that amenable.  Despite the fact
that they had known each other for years before their marriage yesterday, Edwin
was showing facets of himself that she had never suspected existed; however,
she'd always known of his stubbornness and his sense of dignity.  It was
highly doubtful that he'd let his new bride stay with a friend, it would cause
too much gossip.

Maybe she could
frustrate and annoy him to the point where he would be desirous of foisting her
off onto someone else.  While such a plan might get her bottom reddened a
few more times surely he would cease and desist when he realized how little of
an effect such discipline had on her?  The only reason she'd ever acquiesced
to her father's demands was because she knew that she would soon escape his
household and that it was only for a short period of time, and her father had
had a much heavier hand than Edwin.  She could certainly withstand a few
more bouts of Edwin's discipline, knowing that disobeying was actually
furthering her own goals.

Now if only she could
convince her newly awakened passions that separating from her husband was a
good idea. 

"My lady?"
Her maid, Poppy, came into the room, frowning a little to see her mistress laid
out on the bed. "Would you like me to help you dress for dinner?"

Seven o'clock
sharp?  A small smile curved Eleanor's lips as she realized that this was
the perfect start to defying her husband and ultimately gaining her
freedom.  Such a small thing, denying him her presence when he'd ordered
it, so soon after discipline would both be subtle and send the undeniable
message that his punishment hadn't quite had the effect he'd intended. 

"I am not
feeling at all thing thing, Poppy," she said smoothly. "Help me out
of this dress and into my night rail and then have Cook send a tray up to my room.
I will dine here tonight."

Edwin dismissed the
maid from his room, frowning as he looked in his mirror.  Tonight he’d
tried to dress to please Eleanor and yet here she was defying him again. Was
she truly ill or was this a fit of pique? Or even another attempt at
manipulation? He certainly wouldn’t put it past her, but as a fair minded man
he did want to give her the benefit of the doubt.

The past forty eight
hours had been full of many shocks after all, and even if part of him suspected
that Eleanor was currently far too self-engrossed to really be dented by any of
those shocks, that didn’t mean that he was necessarily correct.  There
were other facets to her personality as well, it was just that being indulged
had created some less admirable qualities in her. 

Turning to his
Johnson, his valet, he tugged off the cravat he’d just had put on, ignoring the
man’s sigh of dissatisfaction at his employer’s state of attire. “Go tell Mrs.
Hester that I will bring the tray to my wife and to put enough food for two on
it.”

If Eleanor was truly
unwell then Edwin would sit up with her and do what he could, including keeping
her company. If she wasn’t unwell… well they wouldn’t be leaving her bedchamber
for some time anyway and having the food there would be fortuitous. 
Humming softly under his breath, Edwin found himself hoping for the latter.

******

When the door to her
bedroom opened, Eleanor waved her hand at the table beside her.

"You can put the
tray here," she said not looking up from her book. It was comfortable in
front of the fire, curled up in the chair, and warm enough that she'd loosened
her robe in the front so that it gaped open slightly. 

"You don't look
very ill to me," said a deep voice as the tray settled next to her.

With a gasp,
Eleanor's head jerked upwards to meet the censuring eyes of her husband. Edwin
looked darkly handsome, as always, wearing nothing more than a pair of trousers
and a loose shirt that was open at the neck, showing a hint of his muscular
chest and a few curly hairs peeking out.  Apprehension and excitement
curdled through her at the hot and lustful anger in his eyes, so similar to how
he'd looked at her this afternoon.

What was wrong with
her?

"What are you
doing here?" she asked, her voice coming out sharper than she'd intended
because of her trepidation over her body's reaction to him. 

"Well right now
I'm wondering what you're doing in here, instead of down at the dinner table
with me."

Eleanor tilted her
chin upwards, well aware that the effect was diminished with him standing over
her, but she was so used to assuming the haughty posture when she was being defiant
that it was automatic. 

"I was feeling
ill."

"Are you still
feeling ill?"  

"Yes."

"You don't look
ill," he said, repeating his earlier statement as she glared up at
him. 

"Looking at you
is making me feel sick to my stomach," she snapped rudely. 

Sighing, Edwin shook
his head and turned and walked away. For a moment, a surge of triumph went
through her, but inexplicably he stopped and sat on her bed. "What are you
doing?"

"Lying to me is
unacceptable," Edwin said calmly, watching her from his place on the bed.
"So is disrespect. Neither shall be tolerated. Since this is the first
time we've talked this though I will go easy on you, although both of those
infractions should have been obvious."

A frisson of unease
shot through Eleanor. "I don't understand, what are you talking about?"

"Come,"
Edwin said, patting his lap. "Lay across my lap. You're due for another
spanking."

"What?!
No!" Although she'd set out to provoke her husband, she hadn't seriously
considered that he would spank her again so soon. The whole point had been to
show him that his spanking hadn't had a real effect on her. "You've
already beaten me enough today, don't you think?"

"I did not beat
you," he said firmly, frowning at her with a glint of real anger in his
eyes at her accusation.  Even angry he looked so handsome that he nearly
took her breath away. "You were not harmed in any way, you were
disciplined for bad behavior. Since you are still exhibiting such behavior I am
going to discipline you again. Now come here, take off your robe and lay across
my lap. The longer you take to follow my orders the longer your spanking is
going to last."

For a moment Eleanor
considered further resistance but her goal was to provoke her husband into not
wanting her presence anymore, not into giving her harsher punishments. 
She would show him; she would take the spanking and then continue her campaign
tomorrow as if nothing had happened. Obviously the message hadn't gotten across
yet, but after a few more disciplinary sessions with no change in her behavior
and he'd realize that spankings didn’t work on her. Then she'd suggest that she
go stay with a friend and he'd be happy to see the back of her.

Still, it was harder
than she'd expected to stand up and take off her robe, leaving it on the chair
behind her. However she couldn't stop the feminine thrill at the heat that
surged in Edwin's eyes and the way his pants bulged as she walked towards him
in nothing but her thin night rail.  Moving stiffly and reluctantly Eleanor
came to stand in front him. 

"Good
girl," he crooned, taking her hand and pulling her down towards him. 
His hands on her made her shiver.  "Now put your head on this side...
yes that's it, and legs on this side..." The night rail was lifted so that
her bottom was exposed, still slightly pink from the spanking she'd received
earlier that afternoon. "Now spread your legs."

The position was
incredibly vulnerable, with her upper body on one side of his legs and her legs
on the other, her bottom tilted upwards over his lap, and now he wanted her to
spread her legs? "Do it now Eleanor. I told you, the longer you take, the
longer your punishment will take." 

A sharp slap to her
thigh made her shiver and slowly she complied, burying her head into the
coverlet on her bed as tears of shame sprang to her eyes. While she'd had to
spread her legs for the occasional birchings she'd received in the past this
was a much more intimate humiliation. Already she'd found the difference
between bending over a chair and bending over a man's lap, especially a man
such as Edwin. His hand caressed her bottom in an almost loving manndr,
exploring the rose and cream skin, and Eleanor bit back a moan, not wanting him
to know that this vulnerable and helpless position was arousing her, and
certainly not wanting him to know the complex storm of emotions that
accompanied his touch.

********

Beautiful. The hand
prints he'd left on each cheek had faded somewhat, leaving only the slightest
pink glow on her creamy skin.  This position over his lap with her legs
spread made her much more open to punishment than having her over his lap with
her legs together.  The night rail bunched around her waist only drew more
attention to the delightful globes of her ass, the open leg position exposing
her dusky bottom hole and pink cunny with its fringe of damp curls.  He
could see, quite clearly, that dew was already gathering on her petals.
Something about being punished by him appealed to her as much as it did to him.
This was a much more exposed position, to both his eyes and his hand, and
Edwin's pulse raced as his cock throbbed against her stomach for the second
time that day.

Especially because he
already knew that he had no intention of denying himself the pleasure of
spending in her body after this punishment.

"Why are you
being punished Eleanor?" he asked, wanting to draw out this moment, to
enjoy the feel of her body on his lap and the sight of her unprotected and
waiting bottom, the pink shell of her cunt just below.  Besides, it was
best to ensure that she knew exactly which behaviors she was being punished
for.

"For
lying." Her voice was tight and resentful, but he decided not to add to
her punishment for that now. One step at a time and it was good that she was
answering him.

"And?"

"For being
disrespectful." Not that her current tone of voice was at all respectful.
But time enough later on to work on the small things, for now he would focus on
punishing her for the larger transgressions.

"Good.
One." His hand came down hard on the same spot he'd spanked earlier.
"Two." He hit the other cheek on that same spot. "Three."
Now his hand began to wander.  Because this was her second spanking of the
day and the nature of her transgressions Edwin had decided it should be a
little more punitive, especially considering how long it had taken her to get
into position. Forty should do it.

By ten Eleanor was
crying again, her muffled gasps into the bed only serving to arouse him
further. Her bottom was turning a delightful shade of rosy pink and slowly
darkening as he spread the punitive slaps across its creamy surface. 
Firmly he brought spanks eleven and twelve down on the sensitive skin of the
underside of her buttocks, right in the crease between her cheeks and thigh,
and Eleanor shrieked, her legs starting to close a bit to protect
herself. 

"Open," he
said, giving two sharp smacks to her inner thighs and she yelped and spread
again.  Another slap landed on her rump. "Thirteen."

"That should be
fifteen! You just gave me two on my thighs!"

"That was to
keep you in position, not part of this punishment," he said firmly,
pressing down more firmly with his forearm, which was laid along the length of
her back to keep her in position as she started to try and squirm away. 
The movement rubbed against his erect pego and he had to stifle a moan.  A
glance showed that she was gripping the bed sheets with her hands; her bottom
was already looking hot and each new slap must have stung quite a bit. 
Grinning, he landed another one on her rump, smacking a spot that looked a
little bit less pink that the rest of her buttocks. "Fourteen."

Eleanor squirmed and
bit at the sheets, yelping and crying as he spanked her, but she didn't try to
get away again until he reached twenty. 

"Twenty
one."

"No more! That's
enough!"  She wriggled, forcing him to haul her back into
place. 

"This is
punishment, Eleanor.  It's not for you to say when it's enough, it's for
me."  He was surprised to realize that she obviously thought she
would get no more than what he'd given her this afternoon. Still trying to
control things. Had her father always kept the punishments the same or warned
her if it was going to be different? Well, he thought to himself with a grin,
she'd certainly have a time adjusting to Edwin's particular brand of
discipline. He much preferred the idea of keeping things interesting. 

Again he gave two
hard smacks to her thighs, making her squeal as his hand came down hard on the
tender skin, pink splotches appearing immediately. "Now stay still and I
will finish your punishment."

Now the sobbing began
in earnest as she pleaded with him, her cries for mercy only arousing him
further. Really her bottom wasn't even red yet, just a nice shade of dark pink.
Going by the birching he'd witnessed a few years ago he knew that she'd had
much worse from her father.  Perhaps she thought to manipulate him into
being less harsh with her.

When he reached
thirty he smacked the sensitive skin in the crease between her buttocks,
allowing his fingers to slap against her exposed crinkled hole and Eleanor
shrieked her loudest yet, trying to jerk upwards against his forearm, but he
held her firmly in place.  As he landed another smack in the same location
she screeched and began to close her legs again in an attempt to protect the
sensitive nerves that were bundled there. Edwin immediately stopped spanking
her.

"Spread your
legs immediately Eleanor or we'll start all over again," he said in a tone
that brooked no argument.

Sniffling Eleanor
complied.  The soft skin along her crease looked red and puffy and Edwin
avoided it for a few more slaps before laying another one down her crack.
 She cried out and squirmed but kept her legs open, and so Edwin rewarded
her by making the last blow to her cheek rather than down the center, although
he filed the knowledge away for later. Now that her punishment was over Edwin
caressed her buttocks gently, soothing the ache that must be in them.  His
hand dipped lower and lower over her hot skin as she mewled and pressed her
head down into the bed as if embarrassed.

When he reached her
quim he understood why. Eleanor was aroused, very aroused going by the substantial
amount of cream coating her folds. Sopping wet. He groaned as he plunged his
fingers into her hot core and she wriggled on his lap, trying to escape the
intrusion of his fingers, but Edwin just held her firmly as he began to push
them back and forth inside of her, mimicking what he wanted to be doing with
his cock.  God his wife was a treasure; not only used to a firm hand of
discipline, but apparently as heated by it as he was.

As he fingered her,
enjoying the soft squelching noises of her wet pussy and the whimpering moans
emitting from her lips, he continued to caress her hot cheeks with his other
hand, squeezing slightly and enjoying her sounds of protest as his firm grip
reignited the pain from her punishment.