Training Lady Townsend (Properly Spanked 1)

She struggled even harder. Very well. A lengthy spanking it would be. He jerked up her skirts with his free hand. No traces of her last spanking remained upon her bared buttocks, but that had been a simple introductory spanking. This would be an assertion of dominance, and if he did it correctly, it would leave lingering marks, not just on her bottom but in her memory. He began to punish her rounded globes with sharp, firm spanks.

“Oh! Oww,” she cried, jerking her legs in a useless effort to escape him. “You’re hurting me.”

“Of course I’m hurting you, Aurelia. It’s a spanking. Really, this is by your choice.”

“I didn’t choose this. I didn’t want this marriage. I didn’t want you!” she yelled.

He ignored her frantic protests, concentrating instead on blistering her bottom. He’d honed his technique over the years, so he could spank a female to any range of severity without tiring his hand. Of course he would eventually need to progress to other implements if she persisted in defying him and behaving as an unruly child. He made a mental note to gather some such implements in his bedroom for the future. Based on her comportment at the moment, he was certain they’d be needed before long.

“Oww,” she wailed. “It hurts. How long are you going to spank me?”

“Until you’ve learned your lesson. I’m not doing this for my own amusement, you know.” Well, not entirely... “I’m doing this to teach you that lying and defying my commands will not be tolerated in this marriage. When I tell you to come to dinner, you’ll damn well do so.” He captured an unruly leg that had wiggled loose from between his thighs, and resumed his steady assault. “Furthermore, when I tell you you’re to be punished, you will learn to submit to me without all this nonsense.”

She twisted until she nearly tugged her arm loose, and then pummeled her feet up against his leg. He slid the slipper off one flailing foot and laid it against her bottom. Whap!

She bucked across his thigh and let out a scream of such bloodcurdling agony he wondered if one of the staff would come crashing in. “No,” she screamed. “Stop! I can’t bear this.” Wails and pleas spilled from her mouth as he belabored her bottom with her slipper’s leather sole.

“Remember, if you had chosen to take your spanking like a remorseful wife, without these struggles and theatrics, I would have already let you up. Instead you’ve kicked me, screamed at me, and continually tried to evade the blows.”

“I’m sorry!”

He paused, running a hand over her heated, scarlet bottom. “Are you truly sorry? Or do you only wish me to stop?”

“I... I...” She shuddered as he caressed her. “I don’t like to be punished.”

“But you admit you lied to me? That you twice defied my direct and very reasonable order to present yourself at dinner?”

“Yes, my lord. I did those things.” She gave a great sniffle and shifted on his lap.

“Do you wish to be released?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, please.”

“Yes, my lord will suffice. And if I release you, will you take your spanking properly, and submit to what you deserve?”

She hesitated, then shifted again with a soft little moan. “Yes, my lord.”

He dropped the slipper on the floor. As spanking implements went, slippers packed a hefty sting and were always readily available. If he needed it again, it would be there, but Aurelia seemed prepared to dispense with the kicking and screaming.

He made a fuss of arranging her in the more traditional fashion, over both of his thighs, her hands and her feet resting on the floor. “You are not to kick and buck,” he said. “You must stay as you are positioned until I let you up.”

“Yes, my lord,” she said in a chastened whisper.

He resumed the spanking, delivering the same crisp smacks he’d begun with. He would not go easier on her now that he had her cooperation. He was not one to be manipulated by a woman’s tantrums and outbursts, although he had to admit she was taking a considerable punishment to her tender cheeks. He paused to massage her bottom, assessing the damage. Without intention, his finger slipped down within the crevice of her sex.

She tensed and pulled away, but not before he encountered a telltale wetness, a gathering of moisture at her private place. “Be still,” he said. She obeyed, but she whimpered as he probed there. Just a fingertip at first, then to his knuckle.

She was copiously wet.

“Enjoying this, are you?” he said under his breath. His little mouse, wet and aroused from a spanking. He could hardly believe it.

She ducked her head and he started spanking her again, only this time he stopped every few blows to slide his fingers through the evidence of her arousal. She drew herself up each time he did it.

“Please, my lord. Don’t.”

“Why not?” He slipped two fingers inside her. “It pleases me to do this. I believe it pleases you too.”

“It doesn’t. No!”

“What if I touched you here?” He slipped her own moisture down to the thrusting little nubbin of flesh at the apex of her sex.

She groaned in a kind of horror. He spanked her again, whap, whap, whap, and then returned to diddling his hapless wife. Perhaps it was cruel to do this, to confront her with this evidence of her own depraved longings, buried beneath years of lessons on virtue. She had cried before. Now she positively wept, but she kept her feet down and her hands in place as he spanked and molested her in turn.

At last, when her bottom was hot to the touch and pleasingly scarlet, he stopped his onslaught and let her up. He made her stand facing him, with her skirts drawn up over her punished arse cheeks.

“Look at me,” he said. “Tell me what you’ve learned.”

Her eyes were stormy, tearful gray, her delicate features flushed and damp. “I’m not to lie to you anymore, my lord. I’m to listen to you when you give me orders. I’m to come to dinner when I’m told and...and be good.”

“Have you learned anything about taking a proper punishment?”

“Yes.” She nodded and sniffled. “I’m not to resist you. I’m to submit to...”

“To your husband’s lawful guidance.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been spanked once already for resisting me, haven’t you? And now again. If you persist in this behavior, my love, the punishments will worsen with each subsequent offense. I’ll use a switch, or a strap, or a cane if necessary to stop you doing it. Do you want that?”

She shook her head. “No, my lord.”

“Go stand in the corner by the window for five minutes and think about the things we’ve discussed. Leave your skirt up over your bottom so you’ll feel the air on your punished cheeks as a reminder.”

She turned from him in misery and did as he bade her. It created powerful feelings in him, watching his wife walk to the corner and stand there, compliant, head bowed. He’d spanked countless women but never like this, never with real stakes and a real relationship of authority. His cock throbbed, stiff and thick, squeezed uncomfortably beneath the fitted fabric of his breeches.

He could, he realized in that moment, make her do anything. She’d had a frantic, pained reaction to her punishment, yes, but she’d had a sexual reaction too. Did she feel the same visceral arousal in submission that he felt in commanding her? If she did, she would hide it and deny it as long as he permitted her. It would take skill and patience to bring these submissive yearnings to full flower, especially in a timid creature like her.

But he could do it. Warren had been correct after all.

Aurelia shifted in the corner and made an anxious sound, as if, somehow, she’d been able to follow the direction of his thoughts. He loosened his falls and released his aching cock. He stroked it up and down, staring at his wife’s bottom framed by the fine yellow silk of her dress. He had to have her. He had to be inside her just as she was, with her skirts up and her face in full blush as she faced the wall.

He crossed to stand behind her. When she made as if to turn, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t move. Stay as you are.”

She shuddered as he stroked her bottom, parting the reddened flesh and delving downward to fondle her hot quim. If anything she was wetter than before, even slicker with feminine lust. He ground his swollen organ against her backside.

“You’re learning, aren’t you?” he whispered against her ear. “You wish to be my obedient, virtuous wife.”

“I... I’m...”

He silenced her with a finger over her lips. “Don’t talk. Your five minutes aren’t up yet.”

His other hand probed her pussy, sliding through honeyed folds. He pushed his breeches down to his knees and pressed his cock to her wet opening from behind. She jerked as if startled.