Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1) Read online

  Miss Chandler was quite beautiful, with strawberry-blonde hair and shining emerald eyes. In her third Season she had a number of suitors, but none so far who were quite willing to propose marriage, knowing that doing so would mean taking on the financial burdens of her family. It was a well-known fact that she would need a wealthy husband and that none of her suitors came close to the wealth or status that Hugh did. Despite the fact that it would be an arranged marriage, Hugh showed every sign of being a bit smitten with the young lady, dancing his attendance on her all through Eleanor and Edwin's wedding breakfast. He’d always had a much more romantic nature than his sister.

  The wedding breakfast was coming to a close and soon Eleanor would be off to her new husband’s town home. Anxiety roiled in her stomach. So many changes!

  “Eleanor are you alright?” The concern in her father’s voice sparked tears in her eyes.

  “Yes Father… I just….” She paused, not wanting to insult her new husband. Not in front of him at least. “Everything’s changing.”

  “Ah,” her father said smiling before turning to her new husband. “Edwin, might I have a moment with my daughter?”

  “Of course, sir,” Edwin said, giving her hand a squeeze before he walked across the room to speak to Hugh, pausing a few times to receive the well wishes of the other guests. Eleanor watched him, her heart in her throat. Every little touch that he gave her seemed to have that effect on her but she knew that she must keep him out of her bed. Otherwise she wouldn’t be able to annul the marriage.

  Her father put his hand on her upper arm, drawing her attention back to him. The expression on his face was gentle.

  “We’ll miss having you in the house, Nell, but we’ll be close by. And I chose a good man for you. He’ll provide the kind of environment you need.”

  “Yes Papa,” she said, a lump forming in her throat. “I’ll miss you too.”

  “Just be a good, obedient wife to him,” her father said, grinning broadly. “He’ll take good care of you. “

  “I’ll try, Papa,” she said, mentally forgiving herself the lie. She would be good and obedient as much as she could for as long as she could, but she didn’t consider this a real marriage anyway. Why, they hadn't even had a real wedding - she wasn't wearing a special dress, she didn't have a special bouquet and there hadn't been rows and rows of guests filling a church to see her in all her splendor. And despite the elegance of this wedding breakfast, it was far too small. This barely counted as a wedding at all!

  "See that you do."

  On the other side of the room, her brother Hugh and Edwin were having their own conversation about Miss Chandler.

  “Quite the beauty,” Edwin said, although truthfully he preferred Eleanor’s fair looks and lush hair. Miss Chandler was certainly beautiful however; quite slim with a porcelain complexion pleasing features and young, high breasts, small but perfectly formed. Her hair was a light reddish color and she had stunning emerald eyes. Looking the perfect little queen, she sat and chatted with Lady Harrington, showing that her manners were as good as anyone else’s despite her father’s lower status and her family’s financial situation.

  “Isn’t she?” Hugh said, looking rather starry eyed as he glanced over at the lady in question. “I wasn't sure I wanted to fall in line when my father told me about her, but if we can get that bit of land then we'll be able to expand the wool manufacturing, and as soon as I saw her I lost any objections. She’s sweet, demure, quiet… everything Nell isn’t.”

  They both chuckled.

  “I think she’ll be the perfect wife,” Hugh said with a definitive nod.

  “Does she hold you in affection?”

  “She seems to,” said Hugh, although there was a bit of doubt in his voice. He shrugged. “At least, she seems to have no objections to the marriage and she certainly appreciates my attentions. There’s no reason we won’t fall in love, I’m certainly more than halfway there.” He grinned suddenly. “I always did want a marriage like my parents’.”

  "When will you propose?" Edwin asked.

  "Probably soon," Hugh said amiably. "I'd rather get this wedding business over with as soon as possible. Mother wasn't pleased that Father insisted on such a quick, quiet wedding for Eleanor. Means she'll probably go overboard to make up for it planning mine."

  "Do you think Wesley might be home in time?"

  "I hope so, although he’ll still be in mourning." They looked at each other, the thought of the third member of their trio dimming their happiness slightly. Wesley's adventurous feet had taken him to India soon after they’d watched Eleanor’s birching. Unfortunately six months ago his father had been killed in a carriage accident and Wesley had been called home to do his duties. No one was quite sure when he would finally arrive, but they knew that he was on his way. It had taken awhile to locate him with the news and then he'd had to wrap up whatever he was doing in India - some kind of business venture although that wasn't common knowledge. Gentlemen weren't supposed to sully their hands with business, but Wesley had been making a fortune and most of the ton wouldn't care too much where the money came from as long as he had it.

  "Well at least wait until Eleanor and I return home from our honeymoon."

  Hugh chuckled. "You think I'd allow you to miss it? Besides, my mother will want at least three months to get everything together, there's no chance of it going off before you come home."

  Nodding, Edwin’s gaze returned to his bride. Eleanor was looking quite lovely in a silver and gold wedding dress that was quite modest. It wasn't quite the wedding he'd pictured either, but the important thing was that he was married, to the only women he'd ever thought about marrying. He wondered if she still wore the old fashioned kind of drawers that had no seam, making for easy access to a woman’s body. The thought stirred him in a way that he needed to avoid while still in company.

  “Alright chap, I think it’s time for me to focus my attentions on my bride.”

  “Careful there, that’s my sister,” Hugh said.

  “I’ll take care of her.”

  “I know. Just don’t let her get too out of hand. It’s easier to curb her behavior right away, if you let her get away with even a little thing, she’ll run with it.” Hugh sighed and then send a wistful and approving glance at Miss Chandler. Chuckling, Edwin shook his head. He’d much rather have a spirited and passionate bride than the quiet dutiful type, but he supposed that after living with Eleanor, Miss Chandler must seem rather restful to Hugh.

  The men shook hands and Edwin returned to his bride so that they could take their leave of the company and return to his house. His parents rode in the carriage with them, making light conversation before dropping them at his town home where Edwin promptly introduced her to the household staff before she pleaded her tiredness and was allowed to retreat upstairs to her chamber for a refreshing nap.

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  Dinner was an uncomfortable affair for Eleanor. Her husband’s hungry gaze made her quite nervous, despite the fact that she was wearing one of the demure gowns her father approved of. She was quite sure that she could feel Edwin’s eyes lingering on the swell of her bosom. And he spent most of dinner explaining what he expected from her in terms of running the household. There was quite a bit of it and while Eleanor knew that her mother took care of many of the small details of their household, it wasn't something she'd ever had to personally do and she knew very well that Edwin had a housekeeper that had been taking care of it before he had a bride. Why could that not continue? But she didn't want to argue with him. At least not yet; she was quite sure the argument would come later when he wanted to bed her.

  To begin her excuses, as soon as dinner was over she pleaded exhaustion and said she needed more rest. Fortunately Edwin didn't seem at all suspicious, he even offered to walk her to her chambers. Relieved at his agreeableness Eleanor smiled and accepted. She was rather torn between the suspicion that Edwin was much more dictatorial then he was currently showing and this new charming affability of her husband. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad arrangement after all, but she'd rather wait a few days and see. After all, Edwin had been chosen by her father and she'd wanted to be married in order to get away from her father's strictures.

  Walking to her room they chatted amiably and Eleanor found herself wondering if she was bucking the idea of marriage to him because she was so used to wanting to defy her father. So far Edwin didn't seem a bad sort of husband at all.

  Pushing open the door to her room she turned to wish him a good night, and then he was on her, just as when he'd proposed. Eleanor found herself stumbling back into her room, Edwin's strong arms supporting her body and the door closing behind them. His lips were demanding, seductive, and she opened her mouth without thinking to accept his tongue. While her body reacted to his touch, his heat, her mind hastened to catch up. But it was so hard to think! He was so large and overwhelming, his hands hot on her neck as he pulled pins from her hair.

  When he pulled his mouth from hers she was left gasping, her lips swollen from his kisses, as he began to lick and nibble his way down her sensitive neck. Dear God! The small touches made the insides of her body tighten.

  She'd always dismissed romantic novels that other girls read as silly twiddle twaddle, all those women who became wrapped up in a man's arms and immediately forgot everything was obviously an exaggeration. Now she was discovering that she'd been ignorant and overconfident. Her inexperienced body had never felt sensations like these before, she had no defenses to handle the hot wash of need that surged through her. The area between her legs ached unbearably and when Edwin put his hands on her rear and pulled that part of her into his body, his thigh thrusting between her legs so that she rubbed up against him, she realized that he held the key to the hunger that was growing inside of her.

  "Edwin... please..." she said, not entirely sure what she was asking for. She knew she needed to stop him, yet she couldn't formulate the words through her gasping breaths as he rocked his leg between hers.

  "Lovely, lovely Eleanor," he said into her ear, nibbling on the lobe in a way that made her want to melt. "So clever, claiming tiredness after you had such a long nap. If I'd known you were so eager I would have joined you earlier."

  Dimly it occurred to Eleanor that her new husband had mistaken her intentions, but before she could tell him so, his hand slipped into the top of her gown and palmed her breast, tweaking her nipple between his fingers. Pleasure surged and she found herself going weak in the knees. Somehow, she wasn't entirely sure how, Edwin got her undressed much faster than any maid she'd ever had, seducing and bewildering her senses with caresses and nibbles as he did so.

  Eleanor found herself on her back on the bed, completely bared to her husband's gaze, as he knelt over her dressed in just a shirt and breeches. Before she could protest, his hard body lowered onto hers and he kissed her deeply, his hands caressing her sensitive skin. Warmth blossomed everywhere his fingers touched her and she groaned into his mouth as he conquered her body.

  "So soft," he murmured, moving down as he kissed her neck again, then moved down to her breasts.

  "Edwin... I wasn't... oh goodness..." Eleanor's eyelids fluttered as he sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth, his hands cupping her breasts. Pinching her free nipple between two fingers, he rolled it back and forth, his mouth busy nibbling and suckling the other roseate nub. It was exquisite ecstasy and she bucked beneath him, feeling the weight of his hard body between her legs. Logic and sanity was quickly sinking into a vast sea of sensation and pleasure, the needy ache between her legs only growing more insistent as Edwin did the most sinful things to her nipples. She'd had no idea that a man's touch could do things like this!

  For his part, Edwin was more than pleased at his bride's passionate core. She was more than beautiful and he'd held her in affection even before he'd thought of spanking her himself; now knowing what a passionate creature she was he was even more intrigued by her! The creaminess of her skin was quite pleasing and she had very pale and sensitive nipples; he enjoyed the small noises she made in the back of her throat as he toyed with them.

  Kissing his way down her soft stomach, he was pleased to smell her arousal. Pushing her thighs apart he ignored her protest and stared at her dewy center with its thatch of pale blonde curls. It smelled divine, the delicate pink petals innocently tempting, and the little bud of her clitoris peeking at him from under its hood quite shyly. With a small groan of desire Edwin fell upon her.

  Eleanor gasped and reached down to push him away as her husband put his mouth on her in the most shameful manner. "No... you can't... oooOOOOO..."

  Unfortunately that was the moment when she realized she must be a complete wanton, because rather than pushing him away she ended up gripping his dark hair and moaning as he did the most sinful things with his tongue. Something so depraved shouldn't feel so... fantastic. The small moans he made into her sensitive flesh as he made his way to her core with his tongue vibrated through her and she found herself gripping his head with not just her hands, but also with her thighs.

  All the tension that had been coiling inside her was now cresting and Eleanor felt as though she was losing her grip on reality.

  The sighs and moans she was making only urged Edwin onward. He'd always enjoyed pleasuring a lady with his mouth but he'd never had one react quite so dramatically. Smugly he congratulated himself on his choice of wife. Not only was she delicious in every sense of the word, her innocent reluctance and reactions were more arousing than any other woman he'd ever encountered. Perhaps that was partly because she truly was innocent with no prior experience on what could be done to her tender flesh or how to resist the sensation running through her body. More experienced women could handle their reactions better, control their desires. Eleanor had no such defense. Knowing that he was the first man to touch her in this way inflamed him. Other women would have other men, but Eleanor was all his.

  She cried out his name again, her sweet honey flowing copiously as he lapped it up. Her pink pearl was now full engorged, no longer hiding beneath its hood, but swollen and blushing as he sucked it into his mouth, increasing her cries. Pressing a finger into her exquisite body, he nearly groaned at the tightness of her feminine tunnel. Eleanor was shocked at the rude finger probing her most intimate space, yet there was nothing she could do to stop her husband. Already he'd put his mouth on her and elicited the most incredible sensations from her resistant body. Now her muscles felt like jelly and yet he was starting the sinful cycle all over again!

  The tongue on her flesh never ceased, although now it was taking long sure strokes around the invading digit between her petals. Looking down the length of her pale body, she could see that her nipples were still slightly budded, her skin flushed with exertion, and her husband’s head bobbing between her thighs. His dark eyes looked up at her, meeting her gaze with such a heated look that she blushed even deeper, if that was possible. Eleanor covered her eyes, unable to bear looking at the perverse vision of her husband's depravities on her body, and just gave herself over to enjoying it.

  Another finger pushed alongside the first, stretching her virgin tunnel further and Eleanor squirmed, squeezing her eyes shut. Somehow it made the experience less real, less invasively intimate, although it also meant that she was more focused on the sensations that her husband was causing in her body. Fingers moved back and forth, curving inside of her and brushing against a spot that made everything tighten convulsively. Edwin nibbled at her sensitive flesh and Eleanor gasped and writhed for him, mewling with the pleasure that was rising inside of her again.

  “Oh Edwin…” she moaned, clutching at the bed sheets beneath her. The wicked things he was doing to her body were having an effect far beyond anything her imagination had ever conjured happening between man and wife.

  “That’s it… God you’re beautiful. Come for me Eleanor.”

  Come? She was already there… right there… her hips lifted as she cried out again, her body arching with the exquisite release of tension as her body hummed with pleasure, tremors rocking through her.

  Something inside of her stretched painfully, jabbing sharply through her core and Eleanor’s eyes flew open to meet Edwin’s above her. His weight came partially down on her as he lowered himself to his forearms and she realized that he was also inside of her. The high state of pleasure she had been dwelling in dimmed slightly as she realized that this was not where she had meant this night to go.

  “Wait!” she cried out, her hands coming up to push at his chest.

  Misunderstanding her, thinking her reluctance a product of her innocent state, Edwin kissed the base of her slim throat. “It will only hurt for a moment sweetheart, try to relax.

  His hips flexed and moved forward, sinking the full length of his rod into her tight hole, feeling the slight resistance of her virginity give way easily to his turgid staff. Dear God but she was exquisitely snug, her body tightening and loosening around him as she adjusted to the new dimensions of her womanhood. It was extremely hard not to move but he contented himself with being surrounded by her wet warmth as she accustomed herself to his presence inside of her.

  Kissing her softly, Edwin brushed away the tear at her cheek.

  “It doesn’t hurt too badly does it sweetheart?” he asked, his voice sincerely concerned. After all, he certainly didn’t want her to end up with an aversion to their marriage bed.

  “No, not it doesn’t hurt that badly,” she reassured him automatically, touched by his attention to her. It truly didn’t either, she was already adjusting to the sensation but… “I just… I didn’t think…”

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