Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1)

With his weight supported on one hand, the other busily working between her thighs, Edwin leaned over her face so that he could stare directly into the foggy sapphire crystal of her eyes. Her pupils were large and black as she whimpered through swollen lips; although her eyes were open he was quite sure that she wasn't truly seeing him.

"Please what Eleanor," he asked, his breath wafting across her face, thumb stroking over the hood of her clitoris, just enough to make her jerk but not enough to bring her to orgasm. "Tell me what you need sweetheart."

"You... please... I need you inside me... Edwin... take me... please..."

This lust-crazed plea, combined with the raking of her nails down his chest, was more than he could have hoped for. His thumb thrummed across her clit, pressing down on the aching bud and rubbing hard enough that she shrieked, eye lashes fluttering madly as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Maneuvering himself quickly, he pressed his cock to her slick folds and impaled her with one hard thrust. Eleanor could barely breath, her body was so overcome with sensation as she was split open in the middle of her climax, the pulsing rod sending her higher on a wave of sensual bliss.

Edwin rode her hard, knowing that he wouldn't last long under the circumstances - he never did when he had just woken, which was why he'd pleasured Eleanor with his fingers first. He could feel his wife shuddering in continuous climax around him, her body in constant motion beneath his as she clung to his neck and sobbed his name. The passionate whimpers and groans that fell from her lips only spurred him to a faster, harder pace, the walls of her sheath sucking at him as she tightened and spasmed over and over again.

He groaned her name as he filled her to the brim, the dark hairs of his groin melding with her honey gold curls as the swollen folds of her sex were crushed against his body. Inside of her he pulsed, his body rubbing up and down so that she continued to squeeze and massage his cock throughout his release; his body slowly relaxing atop of hers as spurt after spurt of hot fluid gushed into her tunnel.

With a sigh of satisfaction he kissed the sides of Eleanor's neck, feathering them along her jaw and cheeks until he reached her lips. She kissed him back so sweetly that he thought he might melt on top of her. They cuddled in the afterglow, for the first time truly relaxed. Although he'd enjoyed their relations at home he'd always felt a bit rushed about the aftermath, knowing that he needed his sleep so that he could be up early the next morning to continue setting his affairs in order for their trip. Now they had all the time in the world for him to caress and kiss her, to bask in the warm afterglow.

For Eleanor this was absolute bliss. The way Edwin was looking at her made her feel cherished, something which she'd never experienced before. Her parents had loved her, of course, as had her brother, but nothing compared to this. Edwin was touching her as if she was made of glass, his eyes filled with a soft wonderment that made her feel like the most special, wonderful person in the world.

In that moment Eleanor decided that perhaps she should stop fighting him. Despite the punishments Edwin had treated her very well - and she certainly had deserved some kind of retribution for the trick she'd pulled on him at the dinner party. It was not the marriage she would have chosen, but he didn't seem to expect her to jump at his command, unlike her father and mother. Nor did he worship at her feet, the way she might have wanted him to, but perhaps this new adoration that she saw in his eyes... could that be enough? They had plenty in common, they knew each other well and they had passion. Perhaps she should just make the best of the situation.

"Would you like an escort to the deck?" Edwin asked, smiling down at her in a rakish manner that seemed to imply he'd be more than willing to keep her right where she was. In that moment she made her decision; they were on their honeymoon and she was going to give them a chance. They should rub along together well enough if she stopped instigating trouble.

"I would please," she said, as demurely as she could considering that her husband was still inside of her. Reaching up she brushed a dark lock of hair from his forehead, and saw the pleased look in his eyes as she made the first small gesture of affection to him that she had since their wedding.

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Paris was glorious. The dresses, the freedom, the art, the people... Eleanor enjoyed the lighter restrictions on behavior. She and Edwin were able to sit at a private table for two even in a public restaurant, she could laugh as loudly and freely as she wanted without anyone staring, and the dresses the other women were wearing made hers look positively conservative. Not that she ever wore one without the fichu, but she could tease Edwin about buying a "real" French dress and enjoy listening to him growl possessively.

A kind of fond camaraderie grew between them as they walked the streets, watched the entertainments, attended the theater, and flirted at parties. Other women watched jealously as Edwin danced attendance upon his wife; Eleanor was not slow in noting that more than one of them tried to tempt him from her side. At first she’d been shocked by her reaction – a blinding possessive jealousy that had rendered her nearly speechless as Edwin had smiled benignly at the glittering beauty and pretended not to know her meaning, keeping Eleanor’s hand pressed tight against his forearm with his own hand.

“You are so attentive to your wife,” the lady purred, managing to both glare at Eleanor and bat her eyes at Edwin. “The men here… they are not so devoted as you.” The way she said it seemed to imply that Edwin’s devotion only went so far as Eleanor’s gaze. She gritted her teeth and opened her mouth, but Edwin gave her wrist a small pinch and she closed her lips as he answered the hussy.

“Perhaps they are not so lucky as to have a wife such as mine,” he said smoothly. The lady frowned and blinked. The words themselves were almost an insult, and yet there was nothing about Edwin’s manner or tone that implied it was so. Eleanor nearly laughed at the other woman’s consternation, even as a warmth filled her. She looked up at Edwin just as he was looking down at her and their gazes caught and held. All the jealous bile seemed to drain out of her as she basked in the glow of her husband’s attention.

The French lady muttered something under her breath about newlyweds and love and stalked away.

At first she’d worried over her reaction, and then she decided that it was only natural. Certainly it wasn’t love. After all, she had decided to make the best out of her marriage with Edwin, it was understandable that she would have a feeling of possessiveness about him now that she had accepted him as her husband. Besides it was a point of pride with her, proof of her desirability, to keep him from straying. Especially considering that they were on their honeymoon. The brazenness of the women was almost insulting to her.

However, possibly the most shocking revelation was when men flirted with her in Edwin’s presence. Not only did she find herself unattracted to any of them, despite the fact that many of them were quite handsome, but Edwin’s demeanor changed drastically as he went from simply standing next to her to somehow actually looming beside her and radiating an unwelcoming coldness to the gentlemen. There was a dangerous air to him when she was first approached by any unknown gentleman, usually almost immediately followed by a return to their hotel – and once with a passionate tryst in their hosts’ conservatory. The closest Eleanor had come to such illicit behavior had been receiving a kiss at her come-out ball, certainly not the kind of heart-pounding amorousness combined with the edge of anxiety that came from engaging in intimacies in such a public avenue.

For himself, Edwin was pleased to watch Eleanor blossom, although he could have done without other men noticing her golden beauty and the sweet joy she took in life. She attracted men like honey attracted flies, and yet now that she wasn’t trying to attract attention she seemed entirely unaware of her conquests. The other women in the room didn’t hold a candle to her and they seemed to know it; although it didn’t stop them from trying to compete with her for his attention. Not one of them appealed to him as much as Eleanor; they didn’t have the

complexities of her character or the inner, unjaded innocence that she exuded. Back in London he’d worried that she’d lost that inner light, but away from her family and acquaintances, seeming to have accepted their relationship, it was shining brightly again. He never wanted to see her grow hard and cynical like her friend Lady Grace and the Eleanor that he was seeing now in Paris didn’t seem in any danger of doing so. It was almost like she was a completely different person; an adult version of the Eleanor he’d known as a child, no longer the hardened socialite with a mission.

One afternoon Eleanor went shopping while Edwin entertained himself at one of the gentleman’s clubs. He’d given her a budget this time of course, but had issued no commands or warnings about the kind of purchases he’d like her to make, which she greatly appreciated. It seemed that he trusted her now, after the past two weeks in each other’s company, and she found that she relished having his confidence. Now that she was no longer fighting it marriage to Edwin had become quite… enjoyable. Her decision to become an amiable wife seemed justified. Now that they’d had some time together, he seemed inclined to let her do as she wished.

After selecting three gowns that were daring but elegant, quite fashion forward and she was certain would be all the rage in London, Eleanor found herself being distracted by the modiste who, upon discovering that Eleanor was newly-wed, insisted on showing her some nightgowns. At first Eleanor had resisted, although she hadn’t wanted to explain that her husband preferred that she wear nothing at all to bed, but then the modiste seemed to realize what Eleanor was implying.

“Non, non,” the woman said, laughing gaily as she waved away Eleanor’s vague explanations. “These will not be for sleeping. Trust me, cherie, your husband will appreciate these nightgowns.”

When Eleanor glimpsed the fabric of the gowns she understood. Some were silky, some were sheer, others had lace appliques in strategic positions… her favorite was a silky gown of palest pink that caressed her skin as it was slipped over her head. The fabric clung like a second skin, the skirt swirling around her legs as she moved before settling back around her curves. The paleness of the color made her skin creamier, her hair more golden, and emphasized the natural pink of her lips.

Staring at herself in the mirror, recognizing the kind of temptation that this sweetly, innocently seductive gown would have on Edwin, Eleanor ran her hands down her sides. She felt like a completely sensual creature in this gown; the silk caressed her sides as well as her hands, and she immediately wondered what Edwin’s reaction would be to touching her through this kind of silk.

“I’ll take it.”

“Bon! Very good, I thought so,” said Madame, smiling cheerfully. “Try another, yes?”

Eleanor agreed immediately. In the end she bought three negligees, as Madame called them. Remembering Edwin’s reaction to the red dress at home, how he’d wanted her to wear it only for him, she thought that he wouldn’t mind the purchase. She got the silk pink one, of course, and another sweetly innocent one made of white with inserts of chiffon in the skirt so that as she walked and the skirt flared her bare legs flashed teasingly. The third one was made of a completely sheer dark violet fabric with clever lace appliques over the breasts and in a band around her hips. While she wasn’t certain whether or not she would have the courage to wear such a daring garment, even with Edwin as the only audience, she couldn’t resist.

She was able to take the nightgowns home with her, with the rest of the dresses to be delivered to the hotel the day after tomorrow. Happily humming a popular waltz to herself, Eleanor practically danced out of the shop on feet that felt lighter than air.