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She opened her mouth to speak but I pressed my finger against her lips. “No,” I told her. “You lied, and here in Bridgewater, lyin’ brides get spanked.”
Without warning, I wrapped my arm around her waist and tossed her over my shoulder like she was a sack of feed and carted her off outside. I wouldn’t spank her in front of Emma; she didn’t deserve that. I would give her a modicum of privacy, at least.
“I’m sorry!” she cried. “I was desperate! And I will learn, I will! Please!”
I put her on her feet but kept a firm grip on her arm. “Yes you will learn,” I assured her “Shane and I will teach you how to cook, and everything else you need to know to please us. But my mother lied and cheated and my parents were miserable. They were always fighting. I will not tolerate dishonesty from my wife. Or my wife-to-be.”
“I’m sorry!” Her eyes pleaded with me, but this was too important to me to let go. She had to learn, once and for all, that she had to be honest. About everything.
“I’m going to spank you,” I told her firmly. “You will learn, and you will learn well, that I will accept nothing less than complete honesty from you. No matter what it is, you tell the truth and we will sort it out together. If there’s something you can’t do, you say so, and we will teach you. But I don’t want you to ever lie again. About anything. Do you understand me?”
I put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look at me. A lone tear trickled down her cheek. But she bravely met my gaze.
“Yes sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
Still holding tightly to her arm, I led her over to the side of the house where a wooden bench sat against the wall. In the afternoons, it would be a good spot to sit in the sun to shell peas. Right now, it would be perfect to perch upon and turn a naughty lady’s bare bottom cherry red.
She lay herself willingly across my thighs, but let out a strangled sob.
“Your tears will not dissuade me,” I growled. “I mean for this to be a lesson you don’t soon forget.”
“I won’t forget, I promise!”
She didn’t move as I lifted up her skirts and petticoats, and parted her drawers, baring her bottom. It was pale and unmarked; the handprints Shane had put there yesterday had faded. That would change in just a moment.
I raised my hand high and brought it down hard, right in the middle of her bottom, my flattened palm large enough to cover most of both cheeks.
Elise stiffened and whimpered, but she didn’t otherwise move, except to cross her legs at the ankles and lift them into the air. I pushed them back down roughly and spanked her again, my hand catching the underside of her bottom, right where she would sit. I intended to leave an ache that would linger and make her journey to town to become our wife a little bit uncomfortable. I wanted her to remember.
Three more whacks quickly followed, all landing in exactly the same place, and she shrieked and kicked, trying to roll off my thighs.
“Hold still,” I commanded, tightening my grip. “This is not finished yet. I will not have you lie to me Elise. Not for any reason.”
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Shane, standing there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with interest. From where he stood, he would have a perfect view of between her legs, her glistening jewels wide open to his gaze. Especially when her feet kicked in protest at the discipline I was dishing out. Her beautiful bottom, rosy now, clenched tight as she dug her fingers into my leg, holding on. She had no need to steady herself; I had no intention of letting her fall. She was mine. Ours. She wasn’t going anywhere. She especially wasn’t toppling off my lap.
My erection throbbed in my pants, poking into her side every time she squirmed. I, too, could see every drop of moisture gathering on the lips of her delicate folds and I wanted nothing more to plunge my cock deep inside her. But that would have to wait. We would not claim her properly until we were wed.
I raised my hand high again, bringing it down with as much force as I could muster. Elise screamed and broke into sobs, her shoulders shaking. She bent her legs upwards and tried to reach back with her hand to cover her bottom but I caught her wrist. I shook my burning hand, then I helped her to her feet.
“Shane!” she reached for him, but I held her back.
“No,” I told her. “I was the one to punish you; I will be the one to comfort you.” I turned her and pulled her to sit on my lap, holding her tight against my chest. “It’s very important that you understand why you were spanked. Do you?”
“Yes,” she ground out between sobs.
“Why?”
“Because I lied to you!” she wailed. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“I’m very pleased to hear that.” I wrapped my arms tighter around her and kissed her hair gently while she cried against my shirt. I must have spanked her a lot harder than Shane had done because she hadn’t reacted like this yesterday.
It took her a long time to calm down. When we led her back inside, Emma was serving breakfast.
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