Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1)

"But you just punished me!" she cried out, turning on her stomach in an attempt to crawl away. Unfortunately for her, that movement only inflamed him further as her red bottom was turned back to him and he decided on the spot that he wanted to take his wife in dog-fashion so that he could enjoy the view of her disciplined cheeks.

"And I know how much we both enjoyed it," he said ruthlessly, grabbing her hips and pulling them upwards. Eleanor cried out, obviously not understanding what was going on as she looked over her shoulder at him in consternation. Well, she was about to find out.

Edwin placed the head of his cock at her dripping cunny and her eyes got even bigger as she tried to twist away. "What are you doing?! This isn't how a husband makes love to his wife!"

"A husband may make love to his wife in any way he pleases," Edwin said and he thrust forward to prove his point, skewering her on his rampant cock. "And this husband pleases to make love to his disobedient wife in this fashion so that he can admire his handiwork. If you do not enjoy it then I suggest you try to behave in the future."

Although part of him thought that more lecturing might do her some good he was too distracted by the incredible sensation of her wet, sucking heat as he began to thrust back and forth into her protesting body. Eleanor continued to protest but her pleas were interspersed with soft moans of pleasure as he took her hard and fast, enjoying the sight of his cock burying itself in her welcoming quim, her quivering red buttocks bouncing every time he slammed into her from behind. At this point he could tell that her protests were token, she was bucking and moving back against him with pleasure, her muscles tightening around him as he rode her hard. There was absolutely no question of whether or not she liked it, although she might not want to.

Enjoying his wife's slow submission to her desires, Edwin decided to help her along. Leaning forward he reached beneath her body to cup her breasts, squeezing them tightly and using them to leverage her body back into his. When he pinched her nipples between his fingers and began to roll them back and forth she bucked and mewled, her pussy convulsing around him with pleasure.

"I know you like this," he panted in her ear. "I can feel your hot quim gripping me and the heat of your ass against my stomach. I've had dreams of you for years and now you're mine... all mine..." Granted, his dreams had been about the birching he'd witnessed, but it was true that in his marriage to her, all of his dreams seemed to be coming true.

"Please..." she begged. "Please..."

"Please w

hat?" he asked, fucking her harder, his hips moving faster as his excitement over the spanking and her creamy tunnel began to peak. "Please stop? Please don't stop?" One hand released a breast and slid down her stomach to press against her engorged pearl, rubbing the slick little bud firmly and she cried out, her back arching with pleasure.

"Please... Edwin... Oh Edwin... don't stop...!"

And then she screamed and her tight tunnel spasmed around him, massaging his thrusting cock. He could feel himself swelling inside of her just as her walls tightened down around him and he released her breast and pulled back, thrusting hard one final time to bury himself inside of her as deeply as possible, filling her with his seed. It felt like she was sucking every last drop from him with her tight sheathe, her high cries softening to moans as her own climax abated. Holding himself inside of her he caressed her bottom some more, enjoying the way the aftershocks of her climax made her occasionally convulse around his slowly softening cock.

Although he remained half-hard, he eventually reluctantly pulled himself from her body. Eleanor turned onto her side to look up at him, her expression full of confusion. He couldn't help but smile, part of him like that his new wife was off balance with him. It kept things interesting. Planting a hand on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her thoroughly, enjoying the taste of her sweet lips and the fact that even now she responded to him.

When he finished the kiss he finished stripping off his trousers. He'd decided that he wanted Eleanor to remain bare and therefore he would join her in that so that she did not feel too embarrassed. Besides, if he decided to take her again then he might as well be ready.

*******

So far none of her plans were coming to fruition.

Eleanor was quite shaken by this evening's turn of events. Not the discipline really, once Edwin had appeared in her room she had expected that. Although having him turn up had been a surprise. Especially since he had seemed legitimately concerned when he first walked in the room before he realized that she was lying. Her reaction to being spanked by him, however, was increasingly disturbing. Being held over his lap was so intimate and so arousing, yet so very, very wrong.

That he had wanted to commence relations immediately following the act was even more wrong and yet she couldn't deny her embarrassing reaction to him. Or the immense pleasure that had followed. Edwin had played her body skillfully, drawing her to a rousing conclusion that still made her cheeks heat with humiliation every time she thought about it.

And now they were having dinner together, naked, in her room as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

She had no idea what to do other than pretend that everything was normal, despite the cooled food and their state of undress. They chatted and talked, and she did her best to ignore the way his eyes lingered on her exposed breasts. At least he couldn't see her lower half right now.

"Have you made any plans for the dinner party?" he asked.

"No." In fact that had been the last thing on her mind today.

"I see." That was all he said, but his expression and tone held a volume of disapproval. Looking down at her plate, Eleanor moved the peas around with her fork. Although she wanted her husband to decide that he was better off without her continued presence she did not relish the idea of being punished again tonight. But all he said was, "I hope that tomorrow you will have more time to devote to making plans."

"What's your favorite food?" she asked, quite suddenly, the seed of an idea forming in her mind. Edwin raised his eyebrow at her but he allowed her to change the topic to the kinds of food he was partial to and those that he despised. The conversation seemed quite innocuous since she was planning a dinner party. And he even made her laugh when he described his youthful attempts to avoid eating mashed turnips - hiding them in his napkin, feeding them to the dog, and the particularly scandalous time when he'd filled his pockets with the stuff only to be discovered when he'd left the table and it became evident that the moisture seemed through the fabric. Once the ice was broken it became a rather fun and interesting dinner and she discovered that Edwin was just as easy to talk to when she had been a young girl.

It might have been perfect if only she wasn't been naked. And if her bottom wasn't been so sore. And if she wasn't been plotting something nefarious for the dinner party.

Chapter 5

For the next week, Eleanor considered herself on her best behavior. She also spent as much time as possible avoiding Edwin, other than mealtimes and bedtime when she couldn't avoid him at all. Underneath her pleasant demeanor, she was relishing her plans for the upcoming dinner party, although she had to admit that it was much easier to be pleasant with Edwin than it was to be constantly biting at his heels. Even more pleasant were the hours they spent in bed, where she found herself becoming surprisingly addicted to his hands, his lips, and well... all the rest of him.

In her free time she visited with her friends and family, went to social engagements and did her best to fill her time away from the house. She'd managed to leave the majority of the running of the house to Mrs. Hester so that she didn't have to be home very often even though it was fairly easy to avoid Edwin when she was a home, he was very busy getting his affairs in order so that they could go on their honeymoon.

On occasion she would still merit a small spanking, usually for saying some disrespectful to him. But mostly Edwin was showing himself to be a rather amiable husband and there were times when she almost forgot that she was trying to provoke him so that he would accept her idea to live separately.

Still, being married might not be so bad if she didn't have to ask him for everything. Other wives received allowances. And she didn't entirely believe him that she'd overspent on hers. After all, she knew very well from listening to his conversations with Hugh that Edwin was even more well off than her family and Momma spent whatever she pleased. Even if her mother had never bought an entire new wardrobe in one day.