Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1) (7 page)

Finally he couldn't
take it any longer.  Removing his hand from her wetness, he pulled her night
rail over her head before practically tossing her onto the bed. 

"Edwin!"
she said in a shocked tone as she turned to look at him. Edwin was already
divesting himself of his clothing as she stared up at him with something
approaching horror. "You can't... we can't possibly..."

He snorted.
"Don't try to tell me you don't want it wife, you're soaking wet."

Heat flushed her
cheeks and she tried to scoot away from him. Although he had undone the front
of his trousers he hadn't pulled them off yet; he crawled onto the bed after
her, grabbing her ankle and enjoying the view of her naked body.  Between
her legs her pink lips glistened, the blonde hair that framed it was slightly
darker with her juices and her rosy nipples were erect and begging for
attention.  

"But you just
punished me!" she cried out, turning on her stomach in an attempt to crawl
away.  Unfortunately for her, that movement only inflamed him further as
her red bottom was turned back to him and he decided on the spot that he wanted
to take his wife in dog-fashion so that he could enjoy the view of her
disciplined cheeks. 

"And I know how
much we both enjoyed it," he said ruthlessly, grabbing her hips and
pulling them upwards. Eleanor cried out, obviously not understanding what was
going on as she looked over her shoulder at him in consternation. Well, she was
about to find out.

Edwin placed the head
of his cock at her dripping cunny and her eyes got even bigger as she tried to
twist away. "What are you doing?! This isn't how a husband makes love to
his wife!"

"A husband may
make love to his wife in any way he pleases," Edwin said and he thrust
forward to prove his point, skewering her on his rampant cock. "And this
husband pleases to make love to his disobedient wife in this fashion so that he
can admire his handiwork. If you do not enjoy it then I suggest you try to behave
in the future."  

Although part of him
thought that more lecturing might do her some good he was too distracted by the
incredible sensation of her wet, sucking heat as he began to thrust back and
forth into her protesting body.  Eleanor continued to protest but her
pleas were interspersed with soft moans of pleasure as he took her hard and
fast, enjoying the sight of his cock burying itself in her welcoming quim, her
quivering red buttocks bouncing every time he slammed into her from
behind.  At this point he could tell that her protests were token, she was
bucking and moving back against him with pleasure, her muscles tightening
around him as he rode her hard. There was absolutely no question of whether or
not she liked it, although she might not 
want
 to.

Enjoying his wife's
slow submission to her desires, Edwin decided to help her along. Leaning
forward he reached beneath her body to cup her breasts, squeezing them tightly
and using them to leverage her body back into his.  When he pinched her
nipples between his fingers and began to roll them back and forth she bucked
and mewled, her pussy convulsing around him with pleasure.

"I know you like
this," he panted in her ear. "I can feel your hot quim gripping me
and the heat of your ass against my stomach.  I've had dreams of you for
years and now you're mine... all mine..." Granted, his dreams had been about
the birching he'd witnessed, but it was true that in his marriage to her, all
of his dreams seemed to be coming true.   

"Please..."
she begged. "Please..."

"Please
what?" he asked, fucking her harder, his hips moving faster as his
excitement over the spanking and her creamy tunnel began to peak. "Please
stop? Please don't stop?"  One hand released a breast and slid down
her stomach to press against her engorged pearl, rubbing the slick little bud
firmly and she cried out, her back arching with pleasure. 

"Please... Edwin...
Oh Edwin... don't stop...!"  

And then she screamed
and her tight tunnel spasmed around him, massaging his thrusting cock.  He
could feel himself swelling inside of her just as her walls tightened down
around him and he released her breast and pulled back, thrusting hard one final
time to bury himself inside of her as deeply as possible, filling her with his
seed.  It felt like she was sucking every last drop from him with her
tight sheathe, her high cries softening to moans as her own climax abated. Holding
himself inside of her he caressed her bottom some more, enjoying the way the
aftershocks of her climax made her occasionally convulse around his slowly
softening cock.

Although he remained
half-hard, he eventually reluctantly pulled himself from her body. 
Eleanor turned onto her side to look up at him, her expression full of
confusion.  He couldn't help but smile, part of him like that his new wife
was off balance with him. It kept things interesting. Planting a hand on either
side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her thoroughly, enjoying the taste
of her sweet lips and the fact that even now she responded to him. 

When he finished the
kiss he finished stripping off his trousers.  He'd decided that he wanted
Eleanor to remain bare and therefore he would join her in that so that she did
not feel too embarrassed.  Besides, if he decided to take her again then
he might as well be ready.

*******

So far none of her plans
were coming to fruition. 

Eleanor was quite
shaken by this evening's turn of events. Not the discipline really, once Edwin
had appeared in her room she had expected that.  Although having him turn
up had been a surprise.  Especially since he had seemed legitimately
concerned when he first walked in the room before he realized that she was
lying. Her reaction to being spanked by him, however, was increasingly
disturbing.  Being held over his lap was so intimate and so arousing, yet
so very, very wrong.  

That he had wanted to
commence relations immediately following the act was even more wrong and yet
she couldn't deny her embarrassing reaction to him.  Or the immense
pleasure that had followed.  Edwin had played her body skillfully, drawing
her to a rousing conclusion that still made her cheeks heat with humiliation every
time she thought about it. 

And now they were
having dinner together, naked, in her room as if nothing was out of the
ordinary. 

She had no idea what
to do other than pretend that everything was normal, despite the cooled food
and their state of undress. They chatted and talked, and she did her best to
ignore the way his eyes lingered on her exposed breasts. At least he couldn't
see her lower half right now. 

"Have you made
any plans for the dinner party?" he asked.

"No." In
fact that had been the last thing on her mind today. 

"I see."
That was all he said, but his expression and tone held a volume of
disapproval.  Looking down at her plate, Eleanor moved the peas around
with her fork. Although she wanted her husband to decide that he was better off
without her continued presence she did not relish the idea of being punished
again tonight. But all he said was, "I hope that tomorrow you will have
more time to devote to making plans."

"What's your
favorite food?" she asked, quite suddenly, the seed of an idea forming in her
mind.  Edwin raised his eyebrow at her but he allowed her to change the
topic to the kinds of food he was partial to and those that he despised. 
The conversation seemed quite innocuous since she was planning a dinner
party.  And he even made her laugh when he described his youthful attempts
to avoid eating mashed turnips - hiding them in his napkin, feeding them to the
dog, and the particularly scandalous time when he'd filled his pockets with the
stuff only to be discovered when he'd left the table and it became evident that
the moisture seemed through the fabric.  Once the ice was broken it became
a rather fun and interesting dinner and she discovered that Edwin was just as
easy to talk to when she had been a young girl.

It might have been
perfect if only she wasn't been naked. And if her bottom wasn't been so sore.
And if she wasn't been plotting something nefarious for the dinner party.

For the next week, Eleanor
considered herself on her best behavior. She also spent as much time as
possible avoiding Edwin, other than mealtimes and bedtime when she couldn't
avoid him at all. Underneath her pleasant demeanor, she was relishing her plans
for the upcoming dinner party, although she had to admit that it was much
easier to be pleasant with Edwin than it was to be constantly biting at his
heels.  Even more pleasant were the hours they spent in bed, where she
found herself becoming surprisingly addicted to his hands, his lips, and well...
all the rest of him. 

In her free time she
visited with her friends and family, went to social engagements and did her
best to fill her time away from the house.  She'd managed to leave the
majority of the running of the house to Mrs. Hester so that she didn't have to
be home very often even though it was fairly easy to avoid Edwin when she was a
home, he was very busy getting his affairs in order so that they could go on
their honeymoon. 

On occasion she would
still merit a small spanking, usually for saying some disrespectful to him. But
mostly Edwin was showing himself to be a rather amiable husband and there were
times when she almost forgot that she was trying to provoke him so that he
would accept her idea to live separately.

Still, being married
might not be so bad if she didn't have to ask him for everything. Other wives
received allowances.  And she didn't entirely believe him that she'd
overspent on hers.  After all, she knew very well from listening to his
conversations with Hugh that Edwin was even more well off than her family
and Momma spent whatever she pleased. Even if her mother had never bought an entire
new wardrobe in one day.

Soon Edwin would
realize that there was no point in chastising her and he would give up and
allow her to go her own way, preferably to live at Lady Grace’s
house. She’d hinted to her mother that things with Edwin weren’t going
quite the way she wanted them to, but her mother seemed completely oblivious.
Hugh was still courting Miss Chandler and the fathers were quietly negotiating,
which was holding the majority of her mother’s attention, and the rest of her
conversation was spent praising Edwin. There would be no help or sympathy from
either of her parents, it was clear.
******

Edwin knew that his
wife was up to something. There was a little gleam of triumph in Eleanor's eye
lately whenever she looked at him.  In fact he was letting a lot of little
instances of bad behavior slide just because he wanted to see what she was
saving up for. Curiosity was ruling him at the moment.  Later he would
have plenty of time to discipline her for the laziness with which she was
performing her duties as lady of the house.  Although he still reacted to
insults or blatant disrespect with an immediate punishment, he had so far not
chastised her for ignoring her duties.

Oh yes, he was well
aware that the burden had fallen onto his housekeeper, who was really not
supposed to be running the household anymore. And she wasn't happy about it
either.  Mrs. Hester had come to speak with him, hinting that
she was becoming frustrated with the current state of affairs. He'd soothed her
and offered her a pay raise and told her that soon Lady Hyde would be taking up
the reigns of the household, as she was supposed to be doing. At least she'd
finally gotten the invitations for the dinner party out and was mostly taking
responsibility for planning that. It was a combination of both of their
friends, although unfortunately Wesley still wasn't back in England.

As soon as he found
out what she was planning he would make sure she knew that things would not
continue the way they had been. He had a feeling that it was going to make for
a wonderful reason for punishment. And afterwards he'd have even more
justification disciplining her for the smaller matters.  In the meantime
it was delightful to have such a lovely and responsive wife in his bed,
although he wished that he saw more of her during the day. That was something
else that was going to have to be fixed. She was always out gallivanting around
without telling him where she was going or who she was spending her time
with.  And when he asked in the evenings he was fairly certain that she
wasn't being entirely truthful with him.  

But he was somewhat
distracted by business affairs and getting things in order before their
honeymoon so he was letting a lot of little things slip by, like the fact that
he was fairly certain she was occasionally lying to him. Soon he'd be able to
take care of that. Even when they returned home from their honeymoon his time
wouldn't be quite so taken up by business and so he would be able to attend
more to her. 

There was a knock on
his study door and Edwin looked up from the current batch of accounts that he
was reviewing.  After their honeymoon he'd have to take a visit to the
estates. He wondered how Eleanor would take leaving London. 

"Yes
Banks?" he asked as his butler stepped into the room. 

"Viscount
Petersham is here to see you, my Lord."  In his late forties, Banks
had the usual starchy demeanor of a butler. He'd been with Edwin since Edwin
had come to London, a stalwart presence that had seen him through several mishaps. 

"Ah, Hugh, very
good. You may send him in."

The door closed and
Edwin shuffled the papers he had been looking at into the proper order. He
liked to keep things neat on his desk, everything in its proper place. It only
took him a few moments to have everything arranged as he liked it when Banks
returned and admitted Hugh into the study. 

Grinning, Edwin stood
and walked around the desk to clasp his friend and brother-in-law's hand.
Within five minutes they were lounging in his arm chairs, armed with glasses of
brandy. 

"So, how goes
the married life?" asked Hugh. "You're still alive so I suppose that
means Eleanor's behaving."

"She's up to
something," said Edwin, a little anticipatory smile curving across his
face.

Hugh shook his head.
"And you're looking forward to whatever mad little scheme she has going
through her head? You're a braver man than I."

"I daresay
you'll find that disciplining your wife is quite a different matter than your
sister." The gleam in Edwin's eye made it clear exactly what he meant by
that and Hugh gave a small shudder.

"Just remember
that your wife 
is
 my sister and I don't want to hear any
details."

They both laughed,
but there wasn't any real vehemence in Hugh's voice. After all, he'd had
occasion to discipline Eleanor when she'd been living beneath her father's
roof, as it was good practice for once he was running his own household. But
there was no denying that family feeling would make it a much less erotic
exercise than Edwin enjoyed with her. 

“Besides,” said Hugh
amiably, “I sincerely doubt that Miss Chandler will ever require anything in
the way of correction.  She’s a practically a paragon of good behavior.”

"And how goes
your own courtship?" asked Edwin curiously. "Will you be joining me
in matrimonial bliss shortly?"

Snorting, Hugh took a
sip of his brandy. "The idea that being married to Eleanor would produce
matrimonial bliss..." He shook his head wonderingly as Edwin grinned and
raised his own glass in a salute before taking a drink. "But yes, I
believe we've come to an arrangement that suits everyone. The announcement
should be in the paper this weekend and the date is set for two months from
now."

"I have to admit,
I'm rather glad I didn't have to wait, although I know Eleanor would have liked
a big wedding."

"Eleanor would
like a lot of things," said Hugh, shaking his head and grinning. "It
wouldn't be good for her to get everything she likes."

"And Miss
Chandler? Is she going to get everything she likes?"

Those little stars
flitted into Hugh’s eyes again and Edwin hid his grin.  Doubtless Hugh had been
up writing abysmal poetry to Miss Chandlers’ eyes again.  Fortunately for Miss
Chandler Hugh never shared his creative efforts, Edwin and Wesley had happened
upon some written for previous ladies and had teased Hugh so relentlessly that
he’d never cared to share any again.

“She’ll be well taken
care of.  In fact, I can’t wait to start taking care of her.  I’m looking
forward to the end of the Season where we can retire to the country and
rusticate.”

"Sounds
boring." Edwin quite preferred the bustle of town life, something he and
Hugh had never managed to agree on. Although, of course, Edwin would visit the
country quite often since both his parents and Hugh were out there.

“From our talks I
gather she's a country girl at heart, enjoys spending time outdoors walking and
sketching,” said Hugh, ignoring Edwin. “She paints water colors." 

"Don't they
all."

The men laughed. It
was true that every second debutante seemed to claim the activity as an
accomplishment.  Edwin was intrigued that Miss Chandler enjoyed the
outdoors though, he had seen her the past few Seasons and she had always seemed
to enjoy the balls and glitter of London Society. Then again perhaps such
entertainments paled after a few years.  A woman who enjoyed the country
would be a boon to Hugh; while not quite as anti-social as Edwin's parents, he
much preferred spending time in the country, especially if he was looking after
his horses.

"Eleanor always
enjoyed the country too, as I recall," said Edwin thoughtfully. "I
shall have to ensure that we visit the estates after our honeymoon."

"Ah, but Eleanor
had gotten tired of the country and wanted some town excitement,"
countered Hugh. "You hadn't seen as much of her the past few years. She
can barely talk about anything but fashion and the latest dress she bought and
which dress she's going to buy." He rolled his eyes.

Edwin frowned. Hmm.
Had Eleanor talked to him about anything else? Of course, they did spend a fair
amount of time engaged in things much more pleasurable than conversation. 
She did talk about those things of course. But most women did. It certainly
didn't bother him the way it apparently bothered her brother. 

"So where are
you taking her?" asked Hugh.

"I was thinking
the Manse first," said Edwin thoughtfully.  The Manse was where he
ran his own estates from, separate from those run by his father the Earl of
Clarendon.  Speaking of, he should really take Eleanor by to visit his
mother and father. He'd already gotten a note from his mother scolding him
for not giving them proper notice of his wedding. Not that they would have come
into town anyway, his father never came to London if he could help it. Edwin
had taken over responsibility for everything that needed to be handled in the
city as soon as he’d turned eighteen, his father claiming that it was for his
training to be the Earl. Which is partly why he had so much work to do if he
was going to be able to get away with his bride in a few weeks.

"No, no, on your
honeymoon," corrected Hugh with a laugh.

"Oh I was
thinking she might enjoy France. The best fashions come from France, so she
should like that," he said. Then his mood darkened a little as he
remembered the ridiculous sum he'd paid for Eleanor's new wardrobe last week.
Maybe not France. He certainly didn't feel like buying her anything more to add
to the pile of new dresses. Not that he'd seen one yet, they were still being
constructed he supposed. 

His hand itched to
spank her all over again.

******

Edwin's hand
continued to itch the night of the dinner party. In fact it burned.  His
wife was wearing one of her new dresses and she'd been clever enough not to
show herself until the first of the guests were arriving, at which point she
came rushing in all apologetic.  Of course he would not have minded her
tardiness under normal circumstances, as this was her first time hostessing
even a small dinner party, and she'd been very busy all day with the last
minute preparations, but he could tell from the faint hint of defiance in her
expression that she had done so on purpose so that he could not force her to go
upstairs and change. 

The dress was a rich
ruby red that looked quite nice with her rosy complexion and honey blonde hair,
even if it didn't do anything to bring out her eyes, and it was scandalously low-cut
without even a lace fichu to provide some modestly.  The dramatic lines of
the dress made it cling to her curves, showing far more of her figure than any
decent woman should, married or not.  It was the kind of dress that he
would love to see her wear in private, just for him, so that he could peel it
off of her slowly, after kissing every inch of delicious skin that it
revealed.  Instead she was wearing it for her first evening as a hostess.

Not only was he
furious at her indecency he felt rather humiliated as well.  Fortunately
the dinner party was so small that none of the biggest gossips were invited to
see his bride's sartorial mistake.  Tongues would still wag but the
knowledge would be second or third hand for the most part.  There was
nothing he could do but smile grimly at his arriving guests and greet them,
pretending that his wife didn't look more like a ladybird than a proper
Countess. Lord Harrington gave him a sharp look, but the small nod that he gave
to Edwin indicated that he understood the younger man's position. Indeed, there
was almost a glint of relief in his eyes that Eleanor was now Edwin's problem
to deal with and not his. The look that he gave his daughter still made her
squirm however.