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“I have heard a very good pianoforte piece, recently.” Ann’s good manners rescued Alice from slipping further into disgrace.
Alice, however, could not let go of her meandering thoughts. With her thighs pressed tight together and her arousal hidden, she wondered if she had given Edmund sufficient excuse to enact his consequences or did she need to poke him again?
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Knowing his young wife well, even after only two months of marriage, Edmund saw through his Alice’s ruse. He blamed himself for making the suggestion and he hadn’t thought she would try to alert his attention to her needs in the presence of another. He decided, once alone in their chamber, he would spank her for not only her tasteless choice of conversation but also the manner in which she had provoked his annoyance.
He didn’t mind. As a couple, they were like soldiers drilling. Sometimes they were perfect in their exercises. Other times, the discipline of thought and deportment would be lacking on Alice’s part. Eventually, he presumed a mere glance or signal would be sufficient to indicate their mutual desires. In the meantime, he was content to drill her in his own peculiar style.
Did he think of punishing her still? In his experience, a punishment could not be undertaken lightly. As the commander of a regiment, Edmund had many a time given the order for a poor soldier to be stripped, tied to a grill and flogged. Some officers delighted in having those powers, but Edmund never had. If he could discipline a man through other means, he tried to find an alternative. However, it became apparent early on in his career that his fellow officers deemed the harsh tradition necessary and he could do little to change the custom. Witnessing many a flogging, he had lost his reservation.
He did have it in his powers to refuse to punish his wife. After seeing her weep during her first spanking, Edmund had wondered if it was an appropriate method of discipline. The next time she had erred, and greatly to his surprise, her resistance had been short lived. If she deemed his punishments worthy and necessary then he had her agreement, regardless of his rights as her husband.
Now they had introduced another factor—a need for spanking for no other reason than it fulfilled an indulgence, a form of intimacy Edmund had never experience before in his encounters with women. He could be rough in his sexual endeavours, but never cruel or aggressive. Alice, in her carnal awakening, had discovered something within herself and in doing so, had given Edmund a different perspective on administrating his preferred punishment.
He watched the two friends play cards in the drawing room while he settled down with a glass of port. With no gentlemen to share his nightcap, he had to be content with the company of women. Edmund didn’t mind.
Ann, the lanky girl with a pretty face, wasn’t a match for his Alice. With her dark hair curled about her face, her
high cheekbones and delicate neck, Alice exemplified beauty. It took all his willpower not to march his wife out of the room to the bedroom. His cock, hidden in his breeches, tormented him.
Finally, the candles began to run out of wax and the oil lamps dimmed. Alice escorted her friend to her bedroom, and then she joined Edmund in their bedroom.
The moment she entered, he grabbed her and planted a harsh kiss on her open mouth. Her lips melted onto his and for a while they were content to taste and pet each other with kisses.
Releasing his grip on her, he returned to the matter that had begun at dinner. His threat of consequences needed to be addressed and brought to a satisfactory conclusion. He stared down into her eyes and rested his hands on her generous hips.
“You embarrassed your friend with your silliness,” said Edmund sternly.
“You wish to spank me, I presume?” she asked with a glint in her eye.
He squeezed her hips. “Mrs Seymour, do you ridicule me with your presumptions?”
“I believe your discipline is justified. Sir.”
He suppressed a smile. Her admirable incisiveness kept him placated. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“I think, sir, that you know you can do as you wish,” said Alice carefully.
He let go of his grip. “Then please remove your clothing.”
The exchange, rather like a fencing bout, ended swiftly with neither conceding defeat. Alice slipped out of her gown, lifted up her petticoat, and Edmund assisted with the removal of her corset. As she lifted up her chemise, he caught sight of an extra item of clothing.
“What is that?” he pointed at the garb.
“Pantalettes. They are considered to be fashionable.” Alice twirled around.
The white undergarment consisted of two leg pieces, joined at the waist by a drawstring. As she turned, Edmund saw a flash of alabaster flesh. The cotton fabric had parted about her cheeks, showing her neat cleft. Edmund growled at his discovery.
From the edge of the room, he retrieved an upright oak chair and placed it in the middle near to the dresser.
“Keep those on and bend over with your hands on the seat. You will be spanked and you are right, I do it because I choose to.”
Alice moved slowly, as if to tease him with her new item of clothing. As she bent over, her bottom poked out of the drawers. With his fingertips, he separated the covering farther, as if he was parting drapes, until her bottom was fully exposed. With a hand on each lobe, he squeezed hard. Then he stepped back and positioned himself to one side. One hand on the small of her back, he raised the other one high. Alice visibly braced herself.
“You are an impudent hussy,” said Edmund, landing a hand on her upturned bottom, immediately the milky white complexion showed the outline of a pink handprint.
“Uh,” grunted Alice, her knees bending and then straightening. “I know not what you mean.”
