Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1)

Every inch of his manhood was encased in tight silken snugness, wetted with her honey, the taste of which still lingered on his tongue. Her body was soft beneath his, welcoming, and her reluctance seemed to have completely fallen away under his erotic assault on her senses. Burying himself inside of her, he groaned as her muscles squeezed his rod tightly, rippling around him as she moaned and squirmed delightfully.

Moving purposefully he drew gasps of pleasure from her, building up the inferno of her passions again, using his nimble fingers to rub between their bodies and tweak her sensitive pearl. Eleanor gasped and heaved beneath him, her legs wrapping around the backs of his thighs as she took him deeper. Her throaty cries of rapture as she climaxed pushed him over the edge and he thrust deep and hard, filling her completely as he shot spurt after spurt of potent seed into her body, completing their consummation.

She could actually feel him pulsing against her inner walls, feel the hot fluid that gushed inside of her, and Eleanor shuddered around him in abject ecstasy as her body throbbed in response. Their mutual moans and caresses lifted and then slowed, Edwin's weight settling onto her in an intimate embrace.

Eleanor’s heart pounded as her breathing slowed and she felt completely flummoxed. Nothing in her life had prepared her for a husband! Not even the warnings clamoring in her body when Edwin had stirred her interest had even hinted at the wonder and glories to be found in a man’s bed. She hadn’t had a chance once he’d started his seduction and now there was no way to even consider annulling the marriage.

On the other hand, despite the fact that her father had arranged her future, Eleanor found that she was no longer quite so resistant to it.

“Ah Eleanor,” Edwin breathed as he kissed the side of her neck and slid off of her, gathering her into his arms. To her surprise, she found that she rather enjoyed his embrace, even though her desire to couple with him had already been satisfied. “That was wonderful.”

“It truly was,” she said, sounding high and breathless and not at all like herself. Then again she’d never felt quite like this before in her life. She didn't quite know what else to say, but fortunately Edwin didn't seem interested in further conversation. Sliding off to the side of her, he curled his muscular body around her softer one, holding her against him in an almost comforting manner.

Feeling rather confused, she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Chapter 3

When Eleanor awoke she was alone in her bed and she wasn’t sure whether or not to feel disappointed. The tousled sheets beside her were proof that she had not spent the night alone, as was the small spatter of blood beneath her, and she realized that she felt rather sore in a rather delicious way. But she had slept in rather later than she’d meant to. Her maid Bridget helped her bath and dress in a blue muslin morning dress that brought out the color of her eyes before she went down to breakfast where her husband was waiting. The moment she saw Edwin, so handsomely attired and looking more attractive than ever now that she knew exactly what pleasures he could give her, Eleanor blushed.

But Edwin just smiled at her and greeted her warmly. During breakfast he asked her to plan a dinner party for them and to think about where she might like to go for a wedding trip; they wouldn’t leave for several weeks as he hadn’t had time to make arrangements before their hasty union. It was quite a reasonable explanation but Eleanor found herself reminded of how she hadn’t had the wedding she’d always dreamed of - and now she had to wait for her honeymoon? And plan a dinner party in the mean time?

“Don’t pout, sweetheart,” Edwin said amiably as he rose. “I’ll make it up to you when we go. And I’m sure we can find ways to enjoy ourselves in the meantime.”

Heat rose in her cheeks again as she realized what ways he was hinting at. That distracted her as her husband gave her a kiss on the cheek and left to attend to his business.

Then she got angry all over again. The nerve of the man! Not only had she been forced into a marriage that she hadn't wanted, but then he'd used his... his... wiles on her - wiles probably practiced on many a lady - and seduced her inexperienced and ill-prepared self into his bed, and then the very next morning had the audacity to assign her a chore in the form of a dinner party! All the while going about his normal business of the day as if he hadn't just gotten married the day before!

Although, of course, they didn't need time to get to know each other as they had known each other for most of their lives, but still! Thinking about the wedding and honeymoon that she had been dreaming of since she was a little girl and now had been denied, Eleanor felt incensed all over again. Plan a dinner party? For that insufferable rogue? Ha!

Instead Eleanor's mind turned to the trousseau that she was quite sure she deserved, especially considering her hasty wedding and delayed of wedding trip. Well. That was something she could certainly begin to plan today, starting with the kinds of dresses she'd always wanted to wear.

*******

When Edwin returned home later that afternoon, pleased with the amount of work he'd gotten done during the day while still allowing him time to attend to his wife, he was rather disgruntled to be informed that Eleanor had left soon after he had in the morning and so far had not returned. Perhaps she had gone to visit her family? After all, that would certainly be understandable considering that their wedding had happened rather hastily. It would not be surprising if she did not feel comfortable in her new surroundings yet. Feeling less displeased and more indulgent he retired to his study so that he could continue setting his estates and affairs in order before their honeymoon. After all, Eleanor had not been the only one ill prepared for such a hasty union.

Several hours later Edwin was informed by the butler that Lady Hyde had returned home. Checking his pocket watch, Edwin frowned and asked that her maid be called to his study. Had Eleanor really spent all day at her parent's house? Somehow, knowing Eleanor's nature, he did not think so.

Displeasure returned when he was duly informed of his wife's activities.

Shopping! Quite a bit of in in fact. And spending a ridiculous amount of blunt on his accounts. Granted, he had not given her an amount for an allowance as of yet, but then she had not mentioned that she would be shopping today. Why had she gone shopping, spending an irresponsible amount of money to buy herself an entirely new wardrobe when she already had a suitable one, rather than getting to know the staff or familiarizing herself with the household?

Here he had assigned the most innocent of motives to her day long absence only to find that

she had indulged in her most willfully spoiled behavior, thinking of no one but herself. Apparently the time under her father's tutelage was not enough to counteract the many years of being spoiled by her mother that had come before that. A flicker of excitement ran through him, shunting aside his frustration, when he realized that this was the perfect time to enact the discipline with which he would punish his wife when she acted so thoughtlessly... although, of course, he would allow her time to attempt and explain her actions first.

Feeling both excited and generous, Edwin told the maid to send his wife to meet him.

Heart pounding in his chest, he realized that part of him hoped Eleanor had reverted back to her spoiled self so that he could justifiably take her over his knee. Although their wedding night had been quite passionate and delightful that had not stopped his desire for more unusual ways in which to take pleasure in his wife's delightful body. He quite yearned to redden her bottom, but it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying unless the discipline was truly necessary.

*****

Summoned to her husband, Eleanor swept coolly into the study, all the while feeling smugly satisfied at the wonderful revenge she'd had on him today. Her shopping excursion had born much fruit, allowing her to order items that her father would never have allowed her due to the expense as well as being measured for gowns that would be much more mature and colorful than the demure pastels she'd had to wear as a debutante, and other beautiful fripperies that she'd yearned for but would never have dared buy all at once. Spending Edwin's money had been monumentally satisfying. That would teach him!

"Eleanor, it has come to my attention that I have been remiss in attending to matters with you," Edwin said in a conciliatory tone. Hiding a smile, Eleanor lifted her head high, ready to graciously receive his apologies for whatever wrongs he'd finally realized he'd done her. She was quite sure that he wouldn't have recognized all of them right away but perhaps he'd realized that she shouldn't have been left completely alone on their first day as a married couple. Or that he should have insisted to her father that she have a proper wedding. Or for marrying her at all. "But there is no time like the present to set matters to right. You have quite overspent on the allowance that you will be issued each month. In fact, if your maid's memory was correct, then you have overspent on almost a year's worth of allowance. Therefore I hope you bought everything you needed today for you will not be allowed to spend more until next year." She gaped as his tone turned quite severe and fury flashed through her.

"Perhaps I would not have overspent if my new husband had deigned to spend the day in my company."

To her surprise, Edwin's countenance darkened as if he was angry rather than ashamed at his behavior.