Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1) Read online

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” Edwin cut her off with a kiss to her lips, sensuous and compelling, so much more intimate now that they were actually joined together by flesh. “It will feel good, I’ll make sure of it.”

  That wasn't what she meant, what she wanted, but the tiny moment of despair over his misunderstanding gave way to the most spectacular sensation as he began to move inside of her. Gasping, Eleanor clung to his bare shoulders, surprised at the silky feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips, and even more shocked by her body's urge to move with him, her hips seeming to have a mind of their own as she rocked beneath his smooth strokes.

  The invasion was intimate, sensual, and breathtakingly pleasurable. Her body was still humming from the spectacular release that he'd driven her to with his mouth and hands, making her much more aware of that area between her legs than she'd ever been before. Edwin's lips coaxed hers open beneath his, his tongue exploring the insides of her mouth as he continued to move inside of her body in a much more explicit way, his hands roaming over her body and inflaming her passions.

  The feel of his wife moving beneath him, her inner thighs rubbing against the outsides of his legs as she writhed in pleasure, the small mewling sounds she made in the back of her throat as he kissed her deeply, was driving Edwin absolutely wild. While he'd fantasized about Eleanor more than once since watching her birching, he hadn't expected such an explosive union as this or even suspected at how her innocent responses would inflame his desire for her.

  Every inch of his manhood was encased in tight silken snugness, wetted with her honey, the taste of which still lingered on his tongue. Her body was soft beneath his, welcoming, and her reluctance seemed to have completely fallen away under his erotic assault on her senses. Burying himself inside of her, he groaned as her muscles squeezed his rod tightly, rippling around him as she moaned and squirmed delightfully.

  Moving purposefully he drew gasps of pleasure from her, building up the inferno of her passions again, using his nimble fingers to rub between their bodies and tweak her sensitive pearl. Eleanor gasped and heaved beneath him, her legs wrapping around the backs of his thighs as she took him deeper. Her throaty cries of rapture as she climaxed pushed him over the edge and he thrust deep and hard, filling her completely as he shot spurt after spurt of potent seed into her body, completing their consummation.

  She could actually feel him pulsing against her inner walls, feel the hot fluid that gushed inside of her, and Eleanor shuddered around him in abject ecstasy as her body throbbed in response. Their mutual moans and caresses lifted and then slowed, Edwin's weight settling onto her in an intimate embrace.

  Eleanor’s heart pounded as her breathing slowed and she felt completely flummoxed. Nothing in her life had prepared her for a husband! Not even the warnings clamoring in her body when Edwin had stirred her interest had even hinted at the wonder and glories to be found in a man’s bed. She hadn’t had a chance once he’d started his seduction and now there was no way to even consider annulling the marriage.

  On the other hand, despite the fact that her father had arranged her future, Eleanor found that she was no longer quite so resistant to it.

  “Ah Eleanor,” Edwin breathed as he kissed the side of her neck and slid off of her, gathering her into his arms. To her surprise, she found that she rather enjoyed his embrace, even though her desire to couple with him had already been satisfied. “That was wonderful.”

  “It truly was,” she said, sounding high and breathless and not at all like herself. Then again she’d never felt quite like this before in her life. She didn't quite know what else to say, but fortunately Edwin didn't seem interested in further conversation. Sliding off to the side of her, he curled his muscular body around her softer one, holding her against him in an almost comforting manner.

  Feeling rather confused, she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

  Chapter 3

  When Eleanor awoke she was alone in her bed and she wasn’t sure whether or not to feel disappointed. The tousled sheets beside her were proof that she had not spent the night alone, as was the small spatter of blood beneath her, and she realized that she felt rather sore in a rather delicious way. But she had slept in rather later than she’d meant to. Her maid Bridget helped her bath and dress in a blue muslin morning dress that brought out the color of her eyes before she went down to breakfast where her husband was waiting. The moment she saw Edwin, so handsomely attired and looking more attractive than ever now that she knew exactly what pleasures he could give her, Eleanor blushed.

  But Edwin just smiled at her and greeted her warmly. During breakfast he asked her to plan a dinner party for them and to think about where she might like to go for a wedding trip; they wouldn’t leave for several weeks as he hadn’t had time to make arrangements before their hasty union. It was quite a reasonable explanation but Eleanor found herself reminded of how she hadn’t had the wedding she’d always dreamed of - and now she had to wait for her honeymoon? And plan a dinner party in the mean time?

  “Don’t pout, sweetheart,” Edwin said amiably as he rose. “I’ll make it up to you when we go. And I’m sure we can find ways to enjoy ourselves in the meantime.”

  Heat rose in her cheeks again as she realized what ways he was hinting at. That distracted her as her husband gave her a kiss on the cheek and left to attend to his business.

  Then she got angry all over again. The nerve of the man! Not only had she been forced into a marriage that she hadn't wanted, but then he'd used his... his... wiles on her - wiles probably practiced on many a lady - and seduced her inexperienced and ill-prepared self into his bed, and then the very next morning had the audacity to assign her a chore in the form of a dinner party! All the while going about his normal business of the day as if he hadn't just gotten married the day before!

  Although, of course, they didn't need time to get to know each other as they had known each other for most of their lives, but still! Thinking about the wedding and honeymoon that she had been dreaming of since she was a little girl and now had been denied, Eleanor felt incensed all over again. Plan a dinner party? For that insufferable rogue? Ha!

  Instead Eleanor's mind turned to the trousseau that she was quite sure she deserved, especially considering her hasty wedding and delayed of wedding trip. Well. That was something she could certainly begin to plan today, starting with the kinds of dresses she'd always wanted to wear.

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  When Edwin returned home later that afternoon, pleased with the amount of work he'd gotten done during the day while still allowing him time to attend to his wife, he was rather disgruntled to be informed that Eleanor had left soon after he had in the morning and so far had not returned. Perhaps she had gone to visit her family? After all, that would certainly be understandable considering that their wedding had happened rather hastily. It would not be surprising if she did not feel comfortable in her new surroundings yet. Feeling less displeased and more indulgent he retired to his study so that he could continue setting his estates and affairs in order before their honeymoon. After all, Eleanor had not been the only one ill prepared for such a hasty union.

  Several hours later Edwin was informed by the butler that Lady Hyde had returned home. Checking his pocket watch, Edwin frowned and asked that her maid be called to his study. Had Eleanor really spent all day at her parent's house? Somehow, knowing Eleanor's nature, he did not think so.

  Displeasure returned when he was duly informed of his wife's activities.

  Shopping! Quite a bit of in in fact. And spending a ridiculous amount of blunt on his accounts. Granted, he had not given her an amount for an allowance as of yet, but then she had not mentioned that she would be shopping today. Why had she gone shopping, spending an irresponsible amount of money to buy herself an entirely new wardrobe when she already had a suitable one, rather than getting to know the staff or familiarizing herself with the household?

  Here he had assigned the most innocent of motives to her day long absence only to find that
she had indulged in her most willfully spoiled behavior, thinking of no one but herself. Apparently the time under her father's tutelage was not enough to counteract the many years of being spoiled by her mother that had come before that. A flicker of excitement ran through him, shunting aside his frustration, when he realized that this was the perfect time to enact the discipline with which he would punish his wife when she acted so thoughtlessly... although, of course, he would allow her time to attempt and explain her actions first.

  Feeling both excited and generous, Edwin told the maid to send his wife to meet him.

  Heart pounding in his chest, he realized that part of him hoped Eleanor had reverted back to her spoiled self so that he could justifiably take her over his knee. Although their wedding night had been quite passionate and delightful that had not stopped his desire for more unusual ways in which to take pleasure in his wife's delightful body. He quite yearned to redden her bottom, but it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying unless the discipline was truly necessary.

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  Summoned to her husband, Eleanor swept coolly into the study, all the while feeling smugly satisfied at the wonderful revenge she'd had on him today. Her shopping excursion had born much fruit, allowing her to order items that her father would never have allowed her due to the expense as well as being measured for gowns that would be much more mature and colorful than the demure pastels she'd had to wear as a debutante, and other beautiful fripperies that she'd yearned for but would never have dared buy all at once. Spending Edwin's money had been monumentally satisfying. That would teach him!

  "Eleanor, it has come to my attention that I have been remiss in attending to matters with you," Edwin said in a conciliatory tone. Hiding a smile, Eleanor lifted her head high, ready to graciously receive his apologies for whatever wrongs he'd finally realized he'd done her. She was quite sure that he wouldn't have recognized all of them right away but perhaps he'd realized that she shouldn't have been left completely alone on their first day as a married couple. Or that he should have insisted to her father that she have a proper wedding. Or for marrying her at all. "But there is no time like the present to set matters to right. You have quite overspent on the allowance that you will be issued each month. In fact, if your maid's memory was correct, then you have overspent on almost a year's worth of allowance. Therefore I hope you bought everything you needed today for you will not be allowed to spend more until next year." She gaped as his tone turned quite severe and fury flashed through her.

  "Perhaps I would not have overspent if my new husband had deigned to spend the day in my company."

  To her surprise, Edwin's countenance darkened as if he was angry rather than ashamed at his behavior.

  "Unlike you I have spent the day working, putting the necessary affairs in order for a wedding trip while you have been out spending enough blunt that I'm not sure we'll be able to do everything I would have liked. Unlike you everything I have done today has been to benefit both of us, more specifically to set my affairs in order so that I might have the time to spend with you. This marriage was as unexpected for me as it was for you. As I told you at breakfast. If you had informed me at breakfast of your intentions then I would have told you what your allowance was. Even so I can’t understand what on earth you would need an entirely new wardrobe for when I know you had received one for your coming out. Several dresses as befitting your new status as my wife would have been reasonable, an entirely new selection is not."

  Edwin approached her, his words slicing through her arguments. As he came closer she found herself noticing the way his broad shoulders filled his coat, his dark eyes flashing, and the uncompromising set of his strongly delineated jaw. It was both fascinating and frightening as he crowded her space but she found herself unable to move or back away, too taken aback by his accusations and her own culpability.

  "Furthermore, when I left you at breakfast you did not protest my leave-taking or give any hint to the fact that you were put out about my plans for the day. I will not take the blame for not being able to discern your thoughts without a word from you!"

  Staring up at her husband, Eleanor's jaw worked soundlessly, only now realizing that her temper had perhaps been a bit impetuous and that she had not conducted herself in a very becoming or rational manner. But she hadn't expected such censure from Edwin either; this was not the similarly impetuous youth she'd known as her brother's friend! The stormily attractive man in front of her was much more imposing, much more threatening.

  So she took a page from her own book in dealing with her mother and thrust her lower lip out in a pout.

  "I should not have had to tell you! Anyone with sense should have realized a bride does not wish to be abandoned the day after her wedding! And a poor excuse for a wedding at that! No flowers, no noble guests, I didn't even have a proper dress!" She let tears begin to leak from her eyes, staring up at him imploringly. "I am a married lady now and I wanted a married lady's wardrobe, I should not have to keep dressing like a debutante! Only a brute would treat me the way you are now!"

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  How did she manage to still look beautiful while crying? Ah, but these were not real tears. Edwin had not missed the calculation in her eyes - and he remembered what she had looked like after her birching when the tears she had shed had been quite real. These were nothing more than water from her beautiful blue eyes.

  Hardening his heart to her spoiled manipulations Edwin grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to the chair. Sitting down in it he yanked her across his lap, his heart beating madly as he prepared to spank his wife. His real anger warred with his excitement over the much anticipated event.

  "What are you doing?" she screeched, any pretense at hurt feelings or tears forgotten as she was hauled over his knee, spitting mad.

  "I am teaching you a lesson," he said calmly, although he felt anything but calm. Screeching, Eleanor tried to push herself up but he grabbed her wrists and held them in the small of her back, hooking his leg around hers and pressing them between his own calf and the leg of the chair. Tipping her forward so that her bottom was high in the air, her face pressed between his thigh and the arm of the chair, Edwin used his free hand to lift her skirts.

  "How dare you?!" she yelled, although he could also hear the touch of fear in her voice. With her soft body across him, her anxiety heightening, his own desire was beginning to pulse through his veins and he could feel himself hardening against her stomach. "Unhand me this instant! This is not how you treat a wife!"

  "No, this is how I treat a spoiled child," he said, tucking her skirts around her waist as he began to lower her drawers. They, unfortunately, had a sewed in-seam. Well as long as he was buying her new clothing, he would make sure to buy some of those as well. "A spoiled child who spends without a thought for the future, who is more concerned with her wedding than her marriage, who does not tell her husband that she wishes his company and then punishes him for her own lack of communication, and who then dissembles and produces false tears in an attempt to shame him, rather than admit her own short comings and apologize."

  Finally her drawers were down to her knees, revealing the creamy expanse of her bottom and thighs. Edwin's cock pulsed. He was certainly going to have to buy her some of the old fashioned kind, like the ones she’d been wearing when she’d been birched; he would love to have her spread her legs when he spanked her so that he could see her cunny better, adding to the vulnerability of the punishment, but with her drawers around her knees that wouldn't be possible.

  Ignoring her alternating demands and please, Edwin raised his hand and brought it down hard on her right cheek, leaving a red hand print as Eleanor yelped and shrieked.

  "That's one," he said, watching as her skin turned a light pink color after the initial red spank. Rubbing his hand over the spot, his loins felt fit to burst already. "I will give you the chance to apologize for your thoughtlessness and selfishness after twenty or another twenty will be added."

  "Let me up!"
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br />   "Two." His hand came down just as hard on her other cheek and Eleanor yelped.

  While he was quite sure that the birching he'd witnessed had not been the last, taking a spanking from her husband seemed to be having a most salutary effect on his new wife. She shrieked and yelped, but she had ceased to struggled, lying in his lap and accepting his punishment as he laid down smack after smack on the rounded globes of her buttocks, turning them a rosy pink. Since it was her first spanking, he was careful not to use full force. After all, while she was used to such discipline from her father, this was obviously not what she had expected from a marriage - and certainly not from him - and he wanted to ease her into it. As long as she didn't do anything too terrible. Really she deserved a harder spanking than he was giving her, but he was inclined towards being gentler for this first time.

  "Three."

  "Edwin please!"

  "Four."

  "Damn you!"

  She let out a louder scream as his next two hits came down with more force. After all, he couldn’t allow her to think that cursing him was acceptable. "Five. Six."

  By ten she was begging to apologize and Edwin paused for a moment, letting his hand rub across her bright pink bottom.

  "I am punishing you, not coercing you. You will take the full twenty as punishment and then you will have the opportunity to apologize, but the apology does not diminish your punishment."

  His hand raised again. "Eleven."

  Concentrating, all the force of his blows on two spots on her buttocks, one on each cheek, Edwin deliberately hit them over and over again so that she would be feeling the effects every time she sat down for some time afterwards. Her bottom was turning rosy red amidst cream, inflaming his desires further as she squirmed against him and he wondered if she could feel his arousal as it pressed against her. His breeches felt uncommonly tight as the enjoyment of spanking his wife seemed to have stretched his pego to monstrous proportions.