Dealing With Discipline (Domestic Discipline 2)

Even though she’d originally wanted to close her ears, Irene couldn’t help but be engrossed by this astounding information. Strong, fiery Eleanor had been spanked? A lot? How did she remain so… so…

“Does Edwin have a chair like this?”

“No, he prefers an over the knee approach,” Hugh said. “He says it’s more intimate at which point I usually bow out of the conversation.” Alex chuckled.

It took everything Irene had not to stifle a gasp. To her, Edwin and Eleanor had seemed like the perfect couple. So obviously attentive to each other, so obviously well-fitted. To hear that Edwin spanked his wife, that Eleanor allowed it… the entire way she saw the world was changing tonight. It was almost enough to distract her from the fact that she was bent over the arm of a chair in front of her husband and her oldest friend.

She felt almost dazed, reviewing everything she’d ever seen between her sister-in-law and her husband in her head, ignoring Hugh as he told Alex to stay where he was since it was a good viewing location. A moment later she would be thankful for that as Hugh lifted her skirts, obviously intent on spanking her bare bottom. From Alex’s position he was able to see the upper curves of her buttocks and what Hugh was doing, but the rest of her private areas remained the purview of her husband.

The entire situation felt surreal, as if she was dreaming or as if she had become detached from her body. How could such a thing truly be happening after all? That Alex not only proved himself to be unworthy of the love and devotion that she’d always attributed to him, but that he would encourage Hugh to spank her and think to learn from it!

“Spread your legs Irene,” Hugh ordered, resting his hand on the exposed upper curve of her buttock rather possessively. “This position makes it harder for her to clench against the slaps, which makes them more effective. If you ever have to use a paddle or tawse or even a birch then it makes it harder for her to injure herself accidentally.” Feeling his wife tensing under at the mention of such instruments, Hugh rubbed her bottom. He was feeling decidedly jealous about Lord Brooke – Alex – seeing Irene in such a state but somehow it seemed important that his wife understand that he was not a monster for disciplining her. Even more so, it seemed important that she understood her childhood friend approved of Hugh’s methods and would not save her from them.

He still wasn’t sure if Irene had truly meant to kiss Lord Brooke, the way it had seemed to his eyes, or what she had been doing or thinking, but he was determined that she realize her friend was not the man she obviously thought he was. If nothing else, she would see Lord Brooke’s true colors and realize that he was certainly not “better” than Hugh, as she seemed to imply by her assertion that Lord Brooke would never spank a woman.

“My personal preference is for nothing more severe than a spanking,” he said calmly, feeling the slight relaxation that occurred under his hand when he said so. “However, some transgressions require greater consequences. I certainly had more than one instance of practicing with both a tawse and the birch with my sister.”

“Do you keep one of each on hand?” Alex asked, shocking Irene. A quiver went through her. He actually sounded interested!

“I have a tawse of course, and a paddle.” Both were in a cabinet across the room; he’d been on the receiving end of both as a young lad. The tawse was about 2 feet long, a strap of stiffened well-worn leather; the paddle was a large circular wooden instrument that would thwack resoundingly against the entire cheek of a buttock. “A birch is best fresh so I don’t keep one on hand. My father did, but that was due to Eleanor’s constant need for it rather than his preference. I never thought it would be something I might require.”

None of this was helping Irene, although she was still having trouble believing that this was actually happening. Hugh could feel her buttocks attempting to clench over and over again, obviously in trepidation over the litany of punishments she might receive. He hoped that hearing the options she would choose to demonstrate more restraint in the future, in all things.

“Hmmm.” The contemplative and slightly far away expression Lord Brooke’s face was interesting. Hugh took heart in the fact that Alex obviously had no interest in Irene’s exposed bottom, even if he didn’t have a very good view of it, and was obviously thinking about some other female. Possibly his estranged wife?

But he needed to focus on his own wife now. His cock had been standing at attention since he’d turned up her skirts, it was all he could do not to rub his hand all over her luscious bottom and dip his fingers down into her quim which he could see was clearly dewed with arousal. Just as had happened the first time he’d disciplined her, her body was reacting in an unexpected manner.

“Irene. I’m going to spank you now. And you’re going to count each one as I do so. If you miss any they will not count towards the total. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered, feeling lightheaded. The hand on her bottom was rather gentle and yet… how could Hugh do this to her?

How could Alex allow him to?

SMACK!

The painful, smart

ing blow to her bottom made her yelp, bringing her back to the harsh reality that no matter how surreal the situation might feel it was really happening.

“Irene, you have to count.”

“One.” The word was blurted out and she felt a shocking surge of gratitude that Hugh had reminded her to count rather than making her start over. It was a revelation to realize that she felt gratitude rather than anger at what he was doing, but it was as if her fury had been wiped away by resignation and the realization that she had no support from her white knight.

SMACK!

"Two!"

The word almost choked her as she heard Alex suck in a breath, reminding her that this punishment was being witnessed by a man she'd thought would save her from it.

SMACK!

"Three!"

Counting gave her something to do as Hugh alternated between her cheeks, igniting a slow burn that grew in between the sharp sting whenever his palm impacted against her flesh. Every smack seemed to hurt more and more as he covered her bottom with his palm, turning every inch of creamy flesh a bright pink that slowly began to darken towards red. Tears smarted in her eyes, her fingers clutched at the cushion on the bottom of the chair.

"Eighteen!"

SMACK!