Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1) Read online

  "Good. One." His hand came down hard on the same spot he'd spanked earlier. "Two." He hit the other cheek on that same spot. "Three." Now his hand began to wander. Because this was her second spanking of the day and the nature of her transgressions Edwin had decided it should be a little more punitive, especially considering how long it had taken her to get into position. Forty should do it.

  By ten Eleanor was crying again, her muffled gasps into the bed only serving to arouse him further. Her bottom was turning a delightful shade of rosy pink and slowly darkening as he spread the punitive slaps across its creamy surface. Firmly he brought spanks eleven and twelve down on the sensitive skin of the underside of her buttocks, right in the crease between her cheeks and thigh, and Eleanor shrieked, her legs starting to close a bit to protect herself.

  "Open," he said, giving two sharp smacks to her inner thighs and she yelped and spread again. Another slap landed on her rump. "Thirteen."

  "That should be fifteen! You just gave me two on my thighs!"

  "That was to keep you in position, not part of this punishment," he said firmly, pressing down more firmly with his forearm, which was laid along the length of her back to keep her in position as she started to try and squirm away. The movement rubbed against his erect pego and he had to stifle a moan. A glance showed that she was gripping the bed sheets with her hands; her bottom was already looking hot and each new slap must have stung quite a bit. Grinning, he landed another one on her rump, smacking a spot that looked a little bit less pink that the rest of her buttocks. "Fourteen."

  Eleanor squirmed and bit at the sheets, yelping and crying as he spanked her, but she didn't try to get away again until he reached twenty.

  "Twenty one."

  "No more! That's enough!" She wriggled, forcing him to haul her back into place.

  "This is punishment, Eleanor. It's not for you to say when it's enough, it's for me." He was surprised to realize that she obviously thought she would get no more than what he'd given her this afternoon. Still trying to control things. Had her father always kept the punishments the same or warned her if it was going to be different? Well, he thought to himself with a grin, she'd certainly have a time adjusting to Edwin's particular brand of discipline. He much preferred the idea of keeping things interesting.

  Again he gave two hard smacks to her thighs, making her squeal as his hand came down hard on the tender skin, pink splotches appearing immediately. "Now stay still and I will finish your punishment."

  Now the sobbing began in earnest as she pleaded with him, her cries for mercy only arousing him further. Really her bottom wasn't even red yet, just a nice shade of dark pink. Going by the birching he'd witnessed a few years ago he knew that she'd had much worse from her father. Perhaps she thought to manipulate him into being less harsh with her.

  When he reached thirty he smacked the sensitive skin in the crease between her buttocks, allowing his fingers to slap against her exposed crinkled hole and Eleanor shrieked her loudest yet, trying to jerk upwards against his forearm, but he held her firmly in place. As he landed another smack in the same location she screeched and began to close her legs again in an attempt to protect the sensitive nerves that were bundled there. Edwin immediately stopped spanking her.

  "Spread your legs immediately Eleanor or we'll start all over again," he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

  Sniffling Eleanor complied. The soft skin along her crease looked red and puffy and Edwin avoided it for a few more slaps before laying another one down her crack. She cried out and squirmed but kept her legs open, and so Edwin rewarded her by making the last blow to her cheek rather than down the center, although he filed the knowledge away for later. Now that her punishment was over Edwin caressed her buttocks gently, soothing the ache that must be in them. His hand dipped lower and lower over her hot skin as she mewled and pressed her head down into the bed as if embarrassed.

  When he reached her quim he understood why. Eleanor was aroused, very aroused going by the substantial amount of cream coating her folds. Sopping wet. He groaned as he plunged his fingers into her hot core and she wriggled on his lap, trying to escape the intrusion of his fingers, but Edwin just held her firmly as he began to push them back and forth inside of her, mimicking what he wanted to be doing with his cock. God his wife was a treasure; not only used to a firm hand of discipline, but apparently as heated by it as he was.

  As he fingered her, enjoying the soft squelching noises of her wet pussy and the whimpering moans emitting from her lips, he continued to caress her hot cheeks with his other hand, squeezing slightly and enjoying her sounds of protest as his firm grip reignited the pain from her punishment.

  Finally he couldn't take it any longer. Removing his hand from her wetness, he pulled her night rail over her head before practically tossing her onto the bed.

  "Edwin!" she said in a shocked tone as she turned to look at him. Edwin was already divesting himself of his clothing as she stared up at him with something approaching horror. "You can't... we can't possibly..."

  He snorted. "Don't try to tell me you don't want it wife, you're soaking wet."

  Heat flushed her cheeks and she tried to scoot away from him. Although he had undone the front of his trousers he hadn't pulled them off yet; he crawled onto the bed after her, grabbing her ankle and enjoying the view of her naked body. Between her legs her pink lips glistened, the blonde hair that framed it was slightly darker with her juices and her rosy nipples were erect and begging for attention.

  "But you just punished me!" she cried out, turning on her stomach in an attempt to crawl away. Unfortunately for her, that movement only inflamed him further as her red bottom was turned back to him and he decided on the spot that he wanted to take his wife in dog-fashion so that he could enjoy the view of her disciplined cheeks.

  "And I know how much we both enjoyed it," he said ruthlessly, grabbing her hips and pulling them upwards. Eleanor cried out, obviously not understanding what was going on as she looked over her shoulder at him in consternation. Well, she was about to find out.

  Edwin placed the head of his cock at her dripping cunny and her eyes got even bigger as she tried to twist away. "What are you doing?! This isn't how a husband makes love to his wife!"

  "A husband may make love to his wife in any way he pleases," Edwin said and he thrust forward to prove his point, skewering her on his rampant cock. "And this husband pleases to make love to his disobedient wife in this fashion so that he can admire his handiwork. If you do not enjoy it then I suggest you try to behave in the future."

  Although part of him thought that more lecturing might do her some good he was too distracted by the incredible sensation of her wet, sucking heat as he began to thrust back and forth into her protesting body. Eleanor continued to protest but her pleas were interspersed with soft moans of pleasure as he took her hard and fast, enjoying the sight of his cock burying itself in her welcoming quim, her quivering red buttocks bouncing every time he slammed into her from behind. At this point he could tell that her protests were token, she was bucking and moving back against him with pleasure, her muscles tightening around him as he rode her hard. There was absolutely no question of whether or not she liked it, although she might not want to.

  Enjoying his wife's slow submission to her desires, Edwin decided to help her along. Leaning forward he reached beneath her body to cup her breasts, squeezing them tightly and using them to leverage her body back into his. When he pinched her nipples between his fingers and began to roll them back and forth she bucked and mewled, her pussy convulsing around him with pleasure.

  "I know you like this," he panted in her ear. "I can feel your hot quim gripping me and the heat of your ass against my stomach. I've had dreams of you for years and now you're mine... all mine..." Granted, his dreams had been about the birching he'd witnessed, but it was true that in his marriage to her, all of his dreams seemed to be coming true.

  "Please..." she begged. "Please..."

  "Please w
hat?" he asked, fucking her harder, his hips moving faster as his excitement over the spanking and her creamy tunnel began to peak. "Please stop? Please don't stop?" One hand released a breast and slid down her stomach to press against her engorged pearl, rubbing the slick little bud firmly and she cried out, her back arching with pleasure.

  "Please... Edwin... Oh Edwin... don't stop...!"

  And then she screamed and her tight tunnel spasmed around him, massaging his thrusting cock. He could feel himself swelling inside of her just as her walls tightened down around him and he released her breast and pulled back, thrusting hard one final time to bury himself inside of her as deeply as possible, filling her with his seed. It felt like she was sucking every last drop from him with her tight sheathe, her high cries softening to moans as her own climax abated. Holding himself inside of her he caressed her bottom some more, enjoying the way the aftershocks of her climax made her occasionally convulse around his slowly softening cock.

  Although he remained half-hard, he eventually reluctantly pulled himself from her body. Eleanor turned onto her side to look up at him, her expression full of confusion. He couldn't help but smile, part of him like that his new wife was off balance with him. It kept things interesting. Planting a hand on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her thoroughly, enjoying the taste of her sweet lips and the fact that even now she responded to him.

  When he finished the kiss he finished stripping off his trousers. He'd decided that he wanted Eleanor to remain bare and therefore he would join her in that so that she did not feel too embarrassed. Besides, if he decided to take her again then he might as well be ready.

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  So far none of her plans were coming to fruition.

  Eleanor was quite shaken by this evening's turn of events. Not the discipline really, once Edwin had appeared in her room she had expected that. Although having him turn up had been a surprise. Especially since he had seemed legitimately concerned when he first walked in the room before he realized that she was lying. Her reaction to being spanked by him, however, was increasingly disturbing. Being held over his lap was so intimate and so arousing, yet so very, very wrong.

  That he had wanted to commence relations immediately following the act was even more wrong and yet she couldn't deny her embarrassing reaction to him. Or the immense pleasure that had followed. Edwin had played her body skillfully, drawing her to a rousing conclusion that still made her cheeks heat with humiliation every time she thought about it.

  And now they were having dinner together, naked, in her room as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

  She had no idea what to do other than pretend that everything was normal, despite the cooled food and their state of undress. They chatted and talked, and she did her best to ignore the way his eyes lingered on her exposed breasts. At least he couldn't see her lower half right now.

  "Have you made any plans for the dinner party?" he asked.

  "No." In fact that had been the last thing on her mind today.

  "I see." That was all he said, but his expression and tone held a volume of disapproval. Looking down at her plate, Eleanor moved the peas around with her fork. Although she wanted her husband to decide that he was better off without her continued presence she did not relish the idea of being punished again tonight. But all he said was, "I hope that tomorrow you will have more time to devote to making plans."

  "What's your favorite food?" she asked, quite suddenly, the seed of an idea forming in her mind. Edwin raised his eyebrow at her but he allowed her to change the topic to the kinds of food he was partial to and those that he despised. The conversation seemed quite innocuous since she was planning a dinner party. And he even made her laugh when he described his youthful attempts to avoid eating mashed turnips - hiding them in his napkin, feeding them to the dog, and the particularly scandalous time when he'd filled his pockets with the stuff only to be discovered when he'd left the table and it became evident that the moisture seemed through the fabric. Once the ice was broken it became a rather fun and interesting dinner and she discovered that Edwin was just as easy to talk to when she had been a young girl.

  It might have been perfect if only she wasn't been naked. And if her bottom wasn't been so sore. And if she wasn't been plotting something nefarious for the dinner party.

  Chapter 5

  For the next week, Eleanor considered herself on her best behavior. She also spent as much time as possible avoiding Edwin, other than mealtimes and bedtime when she couldn't avoid him at all. Underneath her pleasant demeanor, she was relishing her plans for the upcoming dinner party, although she had to admit that it was much easier to be pleasant with Edwin than it was to be constantly biting at his heels. Even more pleasant were the hours they spent in bed, where she found herself becoming surprisingly addicted to his hands, his lips, and well... all the rest of him.

  In her free time she visited with her friends and family, went to social engagements and did her best to fill her time away from the house. She'd managed to leave the majority of the running of the house to Mrs. Hester so that she didn't have to be home very often even though it was fairly easy to avoid Edwin when she was a home, he was very busy getting his affairs in order so that they could go on their honeymoon.

  On occasion she would still merit a small spanking, usually for saying some disrespectful to him. But mostly Edwin was showing himself to be a rather amiable husband and there were times when she almost forgot that she was trying to provoke him so that he would accept her idea to live separately.

  Still, being married might not be so bad if she didn't have to ask him for everything. Other wives received allowances. And she didn't entirely believe him that she'd overspent on hers. After all, she knew very well from listening to his conversations with Hugh that Edwin was even more well off than her family and Momma spent whatever she pleased. Even if her mother had never bought an entire new wardrobe in one day.

  Soon Edwin would realize that there was no point in chastising her and he would give up and allow her to go her own way, preferably to live at Lady Grace’s house. She’d hinted to her mother that things with Edwin weren’t going quite the way she wanted them to, but her mother seemed completely oblivious. Hugh was still courting Miss Chandler and the fathers were quietly negotiating, which was holding the majority of her mother’s attention, and the rest of her conversation was spent praising Edwin. There would be no help or sympathy from either of her parents, it was clear.

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  Edwin knew that his wife was up to something. There was a little gleam of triumph in Eleanor's eye lately whenever she looked at him. In fact he was letting a lot of little instances of bad behavior slide just because he wanted to see what she was saving up for. Curiosity was ruling him at the moment. Later he would have plenty of time to discipline her for the laziness with which she was performing her duties as lady of the house. Although he still reacted to insults or blatant disrespect with an immediate punishment, he had so far not chastised her for ignoring her duties.

  Oh yes, he was well aware that the burden had fallen onto his housekeeper, who was really not supposed to be running the household anymore. And she wasn't happy about it either. Mrs. Hester had come to speak with him, hinting that she was becoming frustrated with the current state of affairs. He'd soothed her and offered her a pay raise and told her that soon Lady Hyde would be taking up the reigns of the household, as she was supposed to be doing. At least she'd finally gotten the invitations for the dinner party out and was mostly taking responsibility for planning that. It was a combination of both of their friends, although unfortunately Wesley still wasn't back in England.

  As soon as he found out what she was planning he would make sure she knew that things would not continue the way they had been. He had a feeling that it was going to make for a wonderful reason for punishment. And afterwards he'd have even more justification disciplining her for the smaller matters. In the meantime it was delightful to have such a lovely and responsiv
e wife in his bed, although he wished that he saw more of her during the day. That was something else that was going to have to be fixed. She was always out gallivanting around without telling him where she was going or who she was spending her time with. And when he asked in the evenings he was fairly certain that she wasn't being entirely truthful with him.

  But he was somewhat distracted by business affairs and getting things in order before their honeymoon so he was letting a lot of little things slip by, like the fact that he was fairly certain she was occasionally lying to him. Soon he'd be able to take care of that. Even when they returned home from their honeymoon his time wouldn't be quite so taken up by business and so he would be able to attend more to her.

  There was a knock on his study door and Edwin looked up from the current batch of accounts that he was reviewing. After their honeymoon he'd have to take a visit to the estates. He wondered how Eleanor would take leaving London.

  "Yes Banks?" he asked as his butler stepped into the room.

  "Viscount Petersham is here to see you, my Lord." In his late forties, Banks had the usual starchy demeanor of a butler. He'd been with Edwin since Edwin had come to London, a stalwart presence that had seen him through several mishaps.

  "Ah, Hugh, very good. You may send him in."

  The door closed and Edwin shuffled the papers he had been looking at into the proper order. He liked to keep things neat on his desk, everything in its proper place. It only took him a few moments to have everything arranged as he liked it when Banks returned and admitted Hugh into the study.

  Grinning, Edwin stood and walked around the desk to clasp his friend and brother-in-law's hand. Within five minutes they were lounging in his arm chairs, armed with glasses of brandy.

  "So, how goes the married life?" asked Hugh. "You're still alive so I suppose that means Eleanor's behaving."

  "She's up to something," said Edwin, a little anticipatory smile curving across his face.