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“Spanking you as you deserve,” he replied firmly and landed a hard slap to her squirming posterior.
She squealed at the first stinging slap. This burned far more than she’d imagined.
He laid down several hard smacks, then spoke. “If I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen and obey me.” His palm once again connected with the quivering flesh of her creamy buttocks.
“Your daughters needed fresh air, and they need to be ableplay!” she dared argue.
“I shall decide what is best for my children and for my very young wife. You will respect my wishes. I am your elder and wiser, husband,” he replied, adding another flurry of thwacks to her now churning buttocks.
“You are beginning to hurt me… Let me go!” she demanded.
A bark of dry laughter echoed above her. “Beginning to hurt, eh? We have a long way to go yet, young lady. Settle down and accept my husbandly discipline. I can always fetch a strap if you intend to fight my right to chastise my own wife!” he threatened.
Holly had never been spanked in her entire life. She was fully aware that hers was an unusual situation, having overheard a number of discussions among her friends about their governess’s and father’s methods of corporal discipline. The single slap Gregory dealt her posterior the other night had titillated and excited her. This punishment was not at all the same thing.
Her bottom stung with every glancing blow Gregory delivered. The searing heat of her rear-end bloomed to such a scalding pitch that she could no longer contain a wail. She fought to be free and, balancing on one hand, flung back the other to protect her singed behind.
“Stop it, you beast!” she cried.
Capturing her hand, he held it fast. The resulting volley of slaps made her wish she’d not attempted to intervene.
“I’m so sorry,” she cried, desperate to appease him.
“No doubt.” His insensitive reply infuriated her.
“You are a cruel and pompous oaf,” she shrieked, furious.
“Yes, I am fully aware of your opinion of my character. You phrased it quite succinctly yesterday. I console myself that at least I am not a spoiled little hoyden like you,” he retaliated.
“How dare you!I am not spoilt!” she yelled.
“Yes, you are, but fear not, I shall soon rectify the flaw,” he informed her, redoubling his efforts.
Her singed nether flesh paid the price for her outburst. Genuine tears of discomfort and remorse leaked from her eyes, and she blubbed. Finally, she understood that nothing she said or did would change the outcome. Gregory would decide when to call a halt to the punishment in his own time. The knowledge that her husband wielded power and dominion over her, helped with her decision to accept the situation. Slumping boneless, she submitted.
Realisation dawned. Gregory had the right of it because she had, in fact, promised him in front of witnesses that she would obey him as her husband. He owned her, was responsible for her health and wealth, he was even accountable for any debts she incurred; this was the law and also the norm. Holly embraced her role as Gregory’s wife and accepted the chastisement as fair and just.
It was humiliating and unpleasant in the extreme, but ultimately, she knew her husband would not harm her. It did, however, sting and burn her bottom. Weeping until she sobbed, she haltingly apologised for her error of judgment.
With dizzying speed, she found herself right end up, seated upon her husband’s knee.
“Good girl,” he said simply, pressing his lips to her forehead.
A sense of pride washed over her as he hugged her to him. Fishing out a clean handkerchief, he mopped her tear-stained cheeks.
Relaxed against his chest, she spoke softly, “I am sorry that I didn’t heed you, Gregory.”
“I have it on good authority that Prince Albert, during in the early days of his marriage to the Queen, had occasion to take her across his knee quite frequently. You are in good company, my dear.”
“Really?”Was he joshing?
“Apparently, she was given to histrionics when younger and Albert found that only a spanking would calm her majesty.”
“Oh!” Strangely, she did feel better for knowing that.
“Yes,oh.Now into bed with you minx. You need to rest a while. I’ll instruct Matilda to help you dress in time to join me for afternoon tea. No doubt you will be feeling rather hungry by then, having missed your luncheon.”
He pulled back the bedcovers for her, and she slipped between the sheets, relishing the cool of the cotton against the flesh of her flaming behind.
