Her Old-Fashioned Husband (15 page)

Both of them.

He was going to pu
sh her comfort boundaries. H
e wanted to show her that she could trust him no matter what. That she could give him full control and that he would take care of her. He freely admitted that having her completely dependent on him was a turn on. Oh, he wouldn’t want this permanently. He still wanted his independent, fiery Frankie. But the next two weeks were something he was looking forward to.

Frankie bounced up and down then
hissed. O
bviously her bottom was still smarting. Tom hid a smile. They’d
stopped to buy groceries to last them the next fortnight.
That had been interesting. There had been a few small arguments about what she wanted to eat and what he thought she should eat, although she’d been quickly subdued by his threat to pull up her skirt and spank her in the cereal aisle.

Frankie’s hand drifted down to her buckle.

“Don’t undo that belt until we’ve stopped, young lady,” Tom warned her. She turned to look at him, obviously
about to argue. He stared back at her sternly and she sighed, placing
her hand back on her lap.

“I want to go for a swim.”
             

“We’ll go for a swim tomorrow,” he told her as he bought the car to a stop.
S
he had her belt undone and was out of the car almost before he could blink.

“
Why should I wait? The lake’s just there and I want to go now
.”

“Waiting is good for you. You’ll appreciate things more if you have to wait for them.”

“What kind of bullshit philosophy is that?” she snapped.

Smack! Tom slapped his hand down on her bottom, grabbing her by the arm as she tried to scamper away. Smack! Smack!

“Ow, stop, stop!”
she cried.

“No more swearing. Next time I hear a swear word pass those lips I’ll plug your bottom and make you wear it all day, understand?”

She gazed at him with wide, dazed eyes. He almost smiled but it would have ruined the stern loo
k
he was aiming for.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“It’s getting late and
it’s
too cold to go swimming now. Besides, we’ve got some unpacking to do.”

             
*****

Frankie looked around her old bedroom. They were all unpacked and Tom was starting dinner. She’d offered to do it, but he’d sent her off to her bedroom to rest. Rest! As though she hadn’t had a two hour nap this afternoon.

She’d been coming here since she was a child. Her dad had built this cabin when Heath was just a baby. It had been added to over the years. Now it had two bedrooms in the cabin itself and a
separate sleep
out
filled with
eight
bunks
. They were fairly isolated out here
. T
he closest neighbors were about five miles away.

Frankie peered out the window, it wasn’t even dark yet and sure, there was a chill in the air, but she could think of no reason why she couldn’t go dip her toes in the water.
Well, no reason except that Tom had gone all caveman on her. She still couldn’t believe he’d spanked her in a park for God’s sake. She’d had so many happy days here growing
up. S
he wondered if she’d ever bring her own kids here? Sadness ran through her and she covered her stomach, wondering if he’d been thinking of one day having his own little girl.

But it could still happen. It would happen.

They hadn’t seen the specialist yet, and now she was almost afraid to. What if there was something wrong with her? What if she could never have children?

Consumed with worry, fear of failure, Frankie nearly gave into the tears threatening.

I need a distraction.

Desperately trying to shake off her feelings of melancholy, Frankie looked at the window
again
. This was the bedroom she always used when she came here. The boys took the sleep-out, although after their
parent’s
death, Heath had stayed in the cabin with her. However, she’d often snuck out the window after her bedtime to tag along after her brothers.

They’d never told on her either.

Although sh
e wondered if her parents had
known. One morning her mother had asked her how the campfire went. The one her brothers had started around midnight the night before.

She grinned at the memory
and
quietly open
ed
the window. The slight ache in her bottom
remind
ed her
of
what she was in for if Tom caught her. But he wouldn’t. She’d be so quick he’d never know.

Frankie climbed out of the window, landing gently on the grass below.
S
he dashed off to the lake.

“Frankie, dinner’s ready
,
honey,” Tom called out down the passage.

No movement. No noise.

Tom frowned, wondering if she was still sulking.

“Come and set the table please,” he said more firmly.

Still nothing.

With a shake of his head, he placed their plates on the counter and wiping his hands on a towel, walked down the passage to her bedroom.

“Little one, you better not be sulking,” he warned as he opened the door.

To find the room empty.

“Oh, you are so getting your bottom roasted,” he muttered to himself, knowing exactly where she was, even if the open window hadn’t clued him in. “Brat,” he growled. He should have anticipated this, though, but he was tired from the trip and hungry and he’d dropped the ball. Putting some sneakers on, he grabbed both of their coats. Wrapping up in his, he trudged off towards the lake.

As he got closer, he came to a stop, just watching her. She was so gorgeous. She was kicking water around, getting soaked and probably freezing to death. She wouldn’t notice until someone pointed that out to her, though, then she’d start shaking. Her long, dark hair floated around her like a dark cloud, soft and shiny. He caught glimpses of her
face—s
aw the wide grin on her face.

Yes, coming here had the best idea for them both.

“Frankie,” he called out softly.

S
he gasped, turning swiftly, her hand against her chest. “Tom, you scared me,” she protested.

He crooked a finger
at her
, making sure the look on his face was stern. “Come here, now.”

Frankie bit her lip, looking very cute as she dropped her gaze and walked toward him. She came to a stop before him. His heart sped up.

“What did I tell you about coming down here?”
             

She chewed that lip for a moment. “That it was too cold and close to getting dark. And that if I waited I’d enjoy it more. Although I really think that sounds like complete crap.” She slammed her hands down on her hips, glaring up at him. “I’m an adult, you know, I can decide when I want to go swimming.”

Tom raised a brow. He ran his hands over her hair. “Who’s in charge right now?” he asked.

She sighed, blowing out a deep breath. “You are,” she said grudgingly.

“What did I tell you would happen if you swore again?” he asked.

“I didn’t...” she stared before trailing off. “You said you’d plug me, but I only said crap, that’s not really a swear word.”

Bless her, he nearly smiled at that.

“And where are you supposed to be right now?”

“In my bedroom.” She sighed forlornly.

“So can you guess what’s going to happen now?”
             

“You’re going to spank me then plug me?” she said.

“Oh yes,” he agreed. “Now hold your arms out so I can put your coat on.”

Frankie held her arms straight out from her sides and Tom wrestled it on her with a soft curse that made her giggle.

Shaking his head, he took her hand and let her up to the cabin.

“Now go get ready for bed, once you’ve had dinner and a spanking you can go to bed.”

“But
it’s
only five!” she whined.

He turned her around
, smacking her backside sharply.
“No more arguing,
now
go.”

Frankie must have heard the firmness in his voice because she went without a word.

Frankie sat in her bright yellow pajamas, pushing the food around on her plate, trying to delay the inevitable spanking she had coming
.
She couldn’t eat, she was far too nervous.

“Okay, enough,”
Tom
said drawing
her
plate away.

“No, I’m not finished.”
She reached for the plate, but he rose, placing it on the bench.

“Yes, you are,” he said calmly. “You’re playing with your food to delay your spanking and early bedtime. Now go stand in the corner of the living room, nose against the wall, hands behind your back and pants and panties around your ankles.

She gaped at him. “You have got to be kidding. I’m not fucking two.”

He glared at her and she bit her lip nervously.
Slowly standing, he came around and held out his hand. Frankie took it with trepidation, following along as he led her out of the kitchen. But he didn’t walk into the living area, instead he continued on down the passage.

“Uhh, Tom, what are we doing?” she asked nervously as pulled her into the bathroom.

He pulled her over to the sink and picked up the new bar of soap they’d bought.

“Tom?” she squeaked.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

“What? Why?” she wailed.

“You know fully well why. I will not put up with your potty mouth, young lady. Now, while you stand in the corner you can hold this bar of soap in your mouth to remind you that I will not put up with your swearing.”

Was he kidding? Sure, he’d given her a spank or two in the past for swearing, but never anything like this.

“Tom, please, I promise not to swear anymore,” she near begged. She’d had her mouth soaped as a child
. It was horrid.

“Open your mouth now. I’m giving you to the count of three. One.”

Frankie stared at the bar of soap, her lips quivering. She was not about to open her mouth for him.

“Two. Baby, you do not want to test me on this.”

Frankie shook her head.

“Three.”

He stared at her for a moment before dropping the soap. Then he deftly grabbed her, turned and placed the lid down on the toilet. He sat, pulling her across his lap.

“No, Tom, no,” she cried as he lowered her pajama bottoms
and panties
and began to spank her. Hard and heavy.

“Please, stop!”

“When I tell you to do something, Frankie, I expect you to do as I say. Disobedience is going to get you a sore bottom every time.”

Each searing swat reverberated throughout her body until she felt aflame, awash with pain and heat.

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do it. Please.”

Tom continued with a flurry of spanks before he helped her stand.
“Pull off your bottoms and panties, you won’t be needing them anymore.

He stood
and
grabbed the soap. “Mouth open.”

This time, Frankie obeyed without question.

With the soap clenched between her lips, she followed Tom out to the living room where he stood her in the corner.

“Stay there,” he ordered. “Keep that soap in your mouth until I take it out.”

Frankie let out a muffled wail. She tried not to swallow, but it was nearly impossible, the soap was disgusting, horrid and made her feel ill after a very short time.

“You may go take the soap out now and rinse your mouth out. I expect you back in the corner within two minutes.”

Frankie rose and stomped out of
the living room, perfectl
y showing off her displeasure.

“And no talking,” he called out.

Humming quietly, Tom
moved
into
the kitchen, cleaning it up before grabbing a wooden spoon. He
looked into the living room, seeing Frankie standing there, her red bottom on full display. Gorgeous. He
moved
on
into the bedroom and opened up his suitcase, pulling out a butt plug and some lube. Then he joined Frankie in the living room to sit on the comfortable s
ofa. He placed the wooden spoon, lube and plug
on the sofa beside him.

“Tom, do I really have to stand here?” Frankie turned to look at him, her face on fire.