Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1)
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"Unlike you I have spent the day working, putting the necessary affairs in order for a wedding trip while you have been out spending enough blunt that I'm not sure we'll be able to do everything I would have liked. Unlike you everything I have done today has been to benefit both of us, more specifically to set my affairs in order so that I might have the time to spend with you. This marriage was as unexpected for me as it was for you. As I told you at breakfast. If you had informed me at breakfast of your intentions then I would have told you what your allowance was. Even so I can’t understand what on earth you would need an entirely new wardrobe for when I know you had received one for your coming out. Several dresses as befitting your new status as my wife would have been reasonable, an entirely new selection is not."
Edwin approached her, his words slicing through her arguments. As he came closer she found herself noticing the way his broad shoulders filled his coat, his dark eyes flashing, and the uncompromising set of his strongly delineated jaw. It was both fascinating and frightening as he crowded her space but she found herself unable to move or back away, too taken aback by his accusations and her own culpability.
"Furthermore, when I left you at breakfast you did not protest my leave-taking or give any hint to the fact that you were put out about my plans for the day. I will not take the blame for not being able to discern your thoughts without a word from you!"
Staring up at her husband, Eleanor's jaw worked soundlessly, only now realizing that her temper had perhaps been a bit impetuous and that she had not conducted herself in a very becoming or rational manner. But she hadn't expected such censure from Edwin either; this was not the similarly impetuous youth she'd known as her brother's friend! The stormily attractive man in front of her was much more imposing, much more threatening.
So she took a page from her own book in dealing with her mother and thrust her lower lip out in a pout.
"I should not have had to tell you! Anyone with sense should have realized a bride does not wish to be abandoned the day after her wedding! And a poor excuse for a wedding at that! No flowers, no noble guests, I didn't even have a proper dress!" She let tears begin to leak from her eyes, staring up at him imploringly. "I am a married lady now and I wanted a married lady's wardrobe, I should not have to keep dressing like a debutante! Only a brute would treat me the way you are now!"
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How did she manage to still look beautiful while crying? Ah, but these were not real tears. Edwin had not missed the calculation in her eyes - and he remembered what she had looked like after her birching when the tears she had shed had been quite real. These were nothing more than water from her beautiful blue eyes.
Hardening his heart to her spoiled manipulations Edwin grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to the chair. Sitting down in it he yanked her across his lap, his heart beating madly as he prepared to spank his wife. His real anger warred with his excitement over the much anticipated event.
"What are you doing?" she screeched, any pretense at hurt feelings or tears forgotten as she was hauled over his knee, spitting mad.
"I am teaching you a lesson," he said calmly, although he felt anything but calm. Screeching, Eleanor tried to push herself up but he grabbed her wrists and held them in the small of her back, hooking his leg around hers and pressing them between his own calf and the leg of the chair. Tipping her forward so that her bottom was high in the air, her face pressed between his thigh and the arm of the chair, Edwin used his free hand to lift her skirts.
"How dare you?!" she yelled, although he could also hear the touch of fear in her voice. With her soft body across him, her anxiety heightening, his own desire was beginning to pulse through his veins and he could feel himself hardening against her stomach. "Unhand me this instant! This is not how you treat a wife!"
"No, this is how I treat a spoiled child," he said, tucking her skirts around her waist as he began to lower her drawers. They, unfortunately, had a sewed in-seam. Well as long as he was buying her new clothing, he would make sure to buy some of those as well. "A spoiled child who spends without a thought for the future, who is more concerned with her wedding than her marriage, who does not tell her husband that she wishes his company and then punishes him for her own lack of communication, and who then dissembles and produces false tears in an attempt to shame him, rather than admit her own short comings and apologize."
Finally her drawers were down to her knees, revealing the creamy expanse of her bottom and thighs. Edwin's cock pulsed. He was certainly going to have to buy her some of the old fashioned kind, like the ones she’d been wearing when she’d been birched; he would love to have her spread her legs when he spanked her so that he could see her cunny better, adding to the vulnerability of the punishment, but with her drawers around her knees that wouldn't be possible.
Ignoring her alternating demands and please, Edwin raised his hand and brought it down hard on her right cheek, leaving a red hand print as Eleanor yelped and shrieked.
"That's one," he said, watching as her skin turned a light pink color after the initial red spank. Rubbing his hand over the spot, his loins felt fit to burst already. "I will give you the chance to apologize for your thoughtlessness and selfishness after twenty or another twenty will be added."
"Let me up!"
"Two." His hand came down just as hard on her other cheek and Eleanor yelped.
While he was quite sure that the birching he'd witnessed had not been the last, taking a spanking from her husband seemed to be having a most salutary effect on his new wife. She shrieked and yelped, but she had ceased to struggled, lying in his lap and accepting his punishment as he laid down smack after smack on the rounded globes of her buttocks, turning them a rosy pink. Since it was her first spanking, he was careful not to use full force. After all, while she was used to such discipline from her father, this was obviously not what she had expected from a marriage - and certainly not from him - and he wanted to ease her into it. As long as she didn't do anything too terrible. Really she deserved a harder spanking than he was giving her, but he was inclined towards being gentler for this first time.
"Three."
"Edwin please!"
"Four."
"Damn you!"
She let out a louder scream as his next two hits came down with more force. After all, he couldn’t allow her to think that cursing him was acceptable. "Five. Six."
By ten she was begging to apologize and Edwin paused for a moment, letting his hand rub across her bright pink bottom.
"I am punishing you, not coercing you. You will take the full twenty as punishment and then you will have the opportunity to apologize, but the apology does not diminish your punishment."
His hand raised again. "Eleven."
Concentrating, all the force of his blows on two spots on her buttocks, one on each cheek, Edwin deliberately hit them over and over again so that she would be feeling the effects every time she sat down for some time afterwards. Her bottom was turning rosy red amidst cream, inflaming his desires further as she squirmed against him and he wondered if she could feel his arousal as it pressed against her. His breeches felt uncommonly tight as the enjoyment of spanking his wife seemed to have stretched his pego to monstrous proportions.
"Twenty."