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"I wasn't sorry yet," she said, a little waspishly, and he had to swallow a laugh. But Eleanor could see the twinkle in his eyes which meant that she had amused him and she was glad of it. That meant that he wasn't truly upset with her, although she knew that it wouldn't make any difference as to her spanking.
"Then you will apologize the next time you see him?"
She sighed, but she knew it was the right thing to do. "Yes," she muttered, her eyes glancing away from his even though he
kept her facing him. It was uncomfortable to look away for too long so she found herself back gazing into his deep brown eyes, searching hers as if he was looking for the secrets to her soul.
"Good," he said, and she bristled, which only amused him again. Still, he knew that she wouldn't back out of apologizing just because he approved. That wasn't the kind of person that Eleanor was.
Deciding he was done with the lecture, because having her standing in front of him in nothing but the ivory silk stockings that were clinging to her long legs, was killing him. He loved undressing her and seeing her body slowly revealed to him, and even more than that he loved having her naked in front of him when he was fully clothed. It was about more than just her beauty, it was also about his domination over her... he never tired of having Eleanor submit to him. Some wives might do so just to placate their husbands or to make them happy, with Eleanor it was always a struggle and that made her final submission all the more special.
She would never do it for a man who didn't deserve it and he knew that.
Releasing his hold on her chin, feeling the loss of warmth against his palm, he sat down on the chair in front of her vanity, facing away from the other piece of furniture.
"Come here, Nell," he said again, patting his lap as he did so. Unlike before, when she had come slowly to his hand, this time she hesitated before moving towards him. It gave him time to admire her soft skin, the strawberry nipples which had already hardened into little buds, and the enticing golden cover of her mound. With her hair piled high like a lady's, the jewels he'd bought her still clasped around her neck, she looked like an erotic dream as she came towards him. His cock was already rock hard and she wasn't even across his lap yet.
As she lowered her upper body, using his thighs and the sides of the chair to brace herself, Edwin sat back and forced himself to watch without touching her. This was the first time that she'd truly given herself over to discipline without a fight and he wanted to relish it. Of course she deserved it, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it.
The way her back arched, tendrils of golden hair caressing the back of her slim neck as she moved, her body pale and creamy against his dark pants. For a moment her breasts pressed against his thigh and then they were gone as she tipped herself forward more, positioning herself so that she could brace herself on the floor with her hands. Now that she couldn't see him, Edwin allowed himself a grin as he pulled her body towards hers, nestling her soft stomach against his aching hardness.
"Because you were deliberately and unrepentantly rude at the ball, I think a count of twenty is fair," Edwin said.
He could feel his wife shift as if she wanted to say something but she didn't argue. Truthfully it was more than fair, especially as he didn't plan to be particularly hard on her - although he wouldn't describe his swings as soft either.
SMACK!
Eleanor let out a little yelp, her body tensing and relaxing as Edwin rubbed his hand over the spot that he'd just hit. There hadn't been any warning and he'd caught her off guard. His hand rubbed at the sting and she couldn't tell if he was making it better or worse.
"Count them out for me Nell."
"One," she said immediately, not wanting him to repeat a blow just because she hadn't counted it.
SMACK!
"Two."
SMACK!"
She gasped. "Three."
Part of the reason that Edwin wanted to hear her count was because otherwise she wouldn't make much noise at the beginning. Eleanor had the kind of pride that made her hold in the soft gasps, the little cries that made his cock throb. But it was much harder for her to do so when she had to open her mouth and speak immediately after instead of clenching her jaw against her natural reaction.
He could hear her voice strain with the effort not to reveal how much the spanking hurt, even as he peppered her bottom hard and relentlessly, turning the creamy color a hot pink. Granted, this was certainly not the hardest punishment she'd taken, compared to the wooden spoon it was probably rather mild, but that didn't help her in the moment. Remembering how much worse the spoon had hurt didn't do anything to soothe the heat that was building as Edwin's hand came crashing down on her buttocks.
SMACK!
Whimper.
"Ten!"
Watching the color blossom on her ivory skin, watching it darken as her flesh jiggled after his hand impacted it, was something Edwin didn't think he would ever tire of. Eleanor aroused him with nothing more than her person, but he thoroughly enjoyed disciplining her; it added an extra something to their relationship, despite the passion that he indulged in with her every night.
SMACK!
Yelp.
"Eleven!"
