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Suppressing a sigh, he took hold of the birch, knowing he would not get to use it much, but that it had a portentous part to play in the punishment he would deliver. He placed a chair in the middle of the room and beckoned Judith to him with a grim look in his eyes.
“Come here, hoist your skirts and place yourself across my knee.”
Judith’s eyes darted to the birch he held, and he began to perceive fear in them. It was good she now finally felt afraid, he thought in mirthless satisfaction. It would work better and make the punishment seem to her more hurtful than it was in truth.
He raised his eyebrows at her when she tarried.
“If you do not come here at once, there’ll be a renewed lesson of this tomorrow at first light. And you might not wish to have a second lesson on an already tender bottom.”
Judith bit her lip and for a while looked mutinous. To his relief though, she strode at last to where he was, and obediently draped herself across his lap.
“Good,” he said. “I’m pleased you’re learning to obey at last.”
What she uttered sounded suspiciously like a muffled curse, and Tristram suppressed a sigh. To think he’d ever believed Judith was a sweet, mild-tempered woman who was shy! He tossed the birch aside, because he had no intention to use it yet, and he proceeded to warm his wife’s bottom with a hand spanking. He was careful to increase the heat of his spanking gradually so that he wouldn’t end up bruising her.
He spanked slowly and methodically, covering Judith’s plump bottom with a faint shade of red, then going to attend to her sit spots in the same manner. He willed himself to be calm and dispassionate and not to become aroused by what he was doing, because in order for all to be persuaded she repented at last, his wife needed to see this as a genuine punishment, and not as love play. So he ignored the heat in his body as he delivered the spanking. And he ignored the way in which Judith started to stir and moan under the mild spanking meant only to warm her bottom. When he was satisfied that both her bottom and upper thighs were a faint shade of red, he began to spank hard and fast, barely allowing Judith to gasp for breath between his rapid spanks. He alternated between the left and the right buttock until his lady’s bottom was a deep shade of red and she started sobbing softly. And then he mercilessly attended to her sit spots, causing her to sob harder and harder. He only stopped when her body seemed to become pliant and resigned under his spanks, and she began to plead with him.
“Please,” she muttered incoherently, and Tristram felt his heart clench in compassion for her.
He hardened his resolve to have this done and over with once and for all. He paused, resting his hand on Judith’s now blazing bottom.
“We’re done with this part of the punishment. You have yet to feel the birch upon your bottom.”
“W-what?” Judith sobbed incredulously.
“You will spend the time I decree with your skirts hoisted, facing the wall, so you have time to think upon how you’ve behaved towards me. Then you will get the birch,” he told her in a voice which he made calm and smooth.
He knew she would find this punishment deeply humiliating, and this was what he needed at this time. As for the birch – it was more of a threat, because he would use it only sparingly upon her, and just so that neither of them would be forced to lie in Church if his cousin asked them whether it had been indeed employed.
Judith began to wonder,through the haze of her tears, how she’d ever thought there could be nothing worse than the belting she’d received from Tristram in the bailey. Tristram hadn’t used his belt now, but this spanking already stung worse than the one she’d first had from him. And he’d only used his hand. He’d yet to use the birch.
She sniffed, unable to wipe her tears because she was now holding her skirts with both hands and facing the wall, just as Tristram had instructed. And she was well aware that the fiend was now staring at her with his brooding dark eyes, undoubtedly pleased with his handiwork. She didn’t have to peek at her bottom to know it was crimson from his hard spanking. And the demon was most certainly rejoicing in the pain he’d caused her. While she sobbed now, understanding that no matter how hard he’d spanked her and no matter how much he hated her now, she was entirely in his thrall. She loved him, as always, like a besotted fool. In truth, her defiance of him was just a desperate attempt to resist him and the power he had over her.
“Stop fidgeting,” Tristram called to her callously from behind. “You’re to stand still. Unless you want the birch to fall even more harshly upon you than I already mean it.”
She sobbed, knowing he’d already achieved what he wanted. She feared that birch as she had feared nothing in this world. And at the same time, there was a deep, abject heat in her quim and a shameful enjoyment of the threat he was now making. She did not know how long she spent striving to mind Tristram’s stern command, yet the time spent facing the wall was even more excruciating than the spanking. She desperately wanted to rub her poor scorched bottom, but she knew Tristram would not allow her this, nor a release of the maddening fire she now felt burning inside her sex. She already understood he didn’t mean to thrust inside her after this punishment, and she hung her head in deep shame, hating herself for craving his touch.
“Good,” Tristram said at last when Judith had begun to think this agony would last for all eternity. “Now it is time for the birch.”
Judith nearly opened her mouth to plead with him, but at the last moment she bit her lip, resolving she would not humble herself even further by entreating her lord anew.
“You are to stand just as you are, with your skirts hoisted. And you are to receive the birch upon your buttocks and thighs without attempting to run from its sting. Do you understand me?” Tristram asked.
Judith found herself almost unwittingly saying with a pitiful sniff, “Aye, husband.”
“Good,” Tristram said, and Judith gritted her teeth for what she now expected to be excruciating pain.
She heard the dreaded swish of the birch before she felt its maddening sting. Once. And she gritted her teeth, willing herself to be still and obedient. Twice. New tears started flowing down her face. Oh, but it burned so, and Judith opened her mouth to beg for Tristram’s forgiveness because it no longer mattered she didn’t think herself in the wrong at this time. All she wanted was for him to stop. And… blissfully he did.
“‘Tis done,” he told her tersely.
She didn’t dare to move though, because she was astounded. He’d only birched her twice, and while the sting had been fierce, she understood he’d not done it as hard or as savagely as she’d thought he would. She’d thought this was only the beginning of her new punishment, but it seemed she’d been wrong.
“You may let go of your skirts and you may turn to face me,” Tristram commanded.
She did just as he’d ordered, feeling a strange wave of gratitude towards him. He could have birched her mercilessly. Yet he hadn’t. She suppressed a sigh as she turned to face him, still loath to meet his eyes, and knowing her face looked swollen and blotchy. Why was she grateful to him instead of hating him as she should?
“Now this part of the punishment will be the hardest to bear. You are to state you’ve been soundly chastised in front of all the people we’ll call upon to gather in the Hall. You are to tell them you’ve learnt true repentance,” Tristram said, and for a moment it seemed to her his voice sounded warm and compassionate.
