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The razor strop clattered to the floor.

Suddenly Daniel’s arms surrounded his wife and he pulled her upright and clutched her close. Her raw bottom rubbed against the rough exterior of his pants, but she didn’t mind this. His hands grabbed for her bre

asts and caressed them coarsely, as the crude man in town had done. This time it was appropriate for her respond.

“Oh, Daniel, I am so sorry; I am; you must believe me,” she said. She laid her head back against his chest and writhed erotically inside his arms.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you disobeyed me just to enjoy the aftermath.”

His fingers moved tenderly across her face, and her tongue and mouth made love to them. She felt his organ harden against her raw behind, throbbing there with the effect of making her wanton lust explode and her thighs naturally part in expectation. She ground her bottom into his groin invitingly. Her attempts to appease her husband’s wrath were hardly veiled.

The invitation was accepted without comment, and in the silence of the early morning, as the cock crowed again, Daniel bent her back over the rough woodpile and plunged his aching erection into the deep valley of her crotch.

“Oh, dear God, yes!” she cried as the first thrust speared her inner body. All her previous woe seemed forgotten now.

Daniel grunted while holding on to her hips and plunging with the same ruthless determination that he’d just wounded her ass. Looking down, he saw her bruised behind. The fiery color had faded, leaving red striations in the flesh and rising bruises that would linger for some days. It had been a good beating, a start, he thought, feeling righteously pleased, and one she was sure to remember the next time she dared to defy his wishes. And this now, this was right as well to appease another need.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, my love!” Hannah cried, with her body on the verge of a sweet explosion. Tears of joy she’d been holding back came streaming down her cheeks. Her spirit softened, her rage was gone, the fight in her vanished as if it never existed. There was only room left in her for love and sex and the sumptuous aftermath their spirits yearned for. She could feel the crest about to take her when Daniel came in her with a cry on his lips. He held her firm to him, one hand clutching her hip, the other hand threaded through her hair as his member spewed the warm gushing cum.

“Don’t you dare take your pleasure!” he abruptly seethed in her ear.

He owned her now, her fealty was restored, and he would be in control.

On the verge … close, so very close … Please no! her inner voice pitifully cried.

“Not now,” Daniel said in warning.

It was almost impossible to stop the powerful sexual surge, but she forced back the physical feelings. How could he ask this of her now!

“Please, sir, I ask your permission,” she begged him.

“Permission is not granted! Not until you’ve impressed me with your sincere regret.”

“Oh, but I do regret what I did!” she implored him. “I swear!”

“Yes, we’ll see about that.”

By then, she could feel the swell of her wild arousal abate. Understanding that all was not forgiven—not yet—she could take no joy in that hour.

For Daniel, the satisfaction in soundly punishing his wife was as sweet as the climax he just enjoyed. But in his mind her atonement was hardly over.

He pushed away from his wife, leaving her spent body limp against the woodpile while he rested against the shed door and took a deep breath. Staring at her bared behind, he grinned to himself.

“A pretty sight you are, wife,” he said.

She slowly looked back, but otherwise didn’t move.

“May I get up, sir?” she asked, knowing that his permission wasn’t required, although a little show of respect at this moment might help put her back in his good graces.

Daniel, however, was not about to let her off so easily.

“Yes, you can get up,” he said, “while you’re removing your clothes.”

Hannah gulped and closed her eyes, while trying to envision what more she’d have to pay for her sins. Her legs suddenly felt so heavy and the weariness of her body could not be denied. A horrible night, a morning of sorrow and pain, if only she could put it all aside and rest.

“I said get up,” Daniel leaped into her thoughts.

She stood slowly, then faced him.

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