Page 14 of His Loving Guidance
Chapter Two
“I know you’re awake.” Ben shoved the covers partially off himself and leaned up against the headboard. He’d spent the last couple of hours growing increasingly restless beside Gina in bed. Neither of them liked fighting, and neither of them would get any sleep tonight unless they resolved their argument.
A tiny snore emitted from Gina, and he bit back a grin at how fake it sounded. He knew the telltale signs of her sleeping. She breathed deeply all night, sometimes sighing faintly, but never snoring.
“Sweetheart, sit up and talk to me.”
Another fake snore.
He expelled a long breath and stared at her lovely form. Long, wavy auburn locks cascaded over her face. The covers were only tucked up to her waist, and she was wearing her favorite nightie—a white, form hugging number that never failed to drive him wild when she walked around the house in it. Had she worn it tonight on purpose?
“I’ll give you one more chance, Gina, before I take matters into my own hands. Stop feigning sleep and sit up and talk to me.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t budge.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, naughty girl.”
He stood up and walked to her side of the bed, then tore the covers off her.
“Ben, what the fuck are you—”
He’d planned only to speak with her, but her continued rebellion, especially her cursing at him, caused him to rapidly rethink his approach.
She needed a spanking right now.
His decision made, he sank down beside her and pulled her over his lap. At first, she didn’t resist, instead remaining frozen as she peered over her shoulder at him. Her wide eyes betrayed her utter shock and confusion.
“Um, Ben, what are you doing?”
He maneuvered one of his legs over hers, to better keep her in place. He cupped her panty-clad bottom and met her gaze. The short nightie had already been pushed up around her waist while he got her into position.
“Ben, please, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to spank you, Gina.”
Her eyes went wider and she turned around, grabbing onto the covers and trying to wrench herself off his lap. He held onto her firmly, not allowing her an inch. The rebellion and contempt she’d been showing him lately was a poison to their marriage. She could struggle and cry, but he would make his point.
“Are you out of your mind, Ben? This isn’t funny at all! Now let me up!”
“I won’t have you shutting me out, Gina, and I won’t have you walking down a path of self-destruction. You have been argumentative for weeks. The disrespectful way you’ve been speaking to me, including the cursing, which I have never heard you do until you started hanging out with Chelsea, is harmful to our marriage. I care about you too much to stand by and let you continue down this road.”
“Ben, you can’t boss me around, and you certainly can’t spank me.”
“When the decisions you make are dangerous, yes I can spank you. Iwillspank you. I’ve given this a lot of thought, Gina, and I think a hard spanking on your bare bottom will do you some good and make you understand it’s not okay to behave in ways that harm yourself or our marriage. I have been patient with you and tried reasoning with you for weeks, but enough is enough.” He proceeded to pull her panties down until they rested just beneath the curve of her ass cheeks.
“Ben,” she said, her voice wavering, “please let me up. I-I promise I won’t go out with Chelsea anymore. Just don’t spank me.”
“Sweetheart, as I told you during dinner, I don’t care if you remain friends with Chelsea. You can still see her, but no more bar hopping and hanging around unsafe places with her. This is a generally safe town, but the crimes that are committed usually happen late at night and in the part of town Chelsea always drags you to.”
She once again peered over her shoulder at him. The tears glistening in her eyes made him ache with the urge to scoop her up in his arms and hold her. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He had to remain firm.
“Please, Ben, I don’t want a spanking. I promise I’ll do as you say, just please don’t do this.”
“Since this is your first time, I’m only going to use my hand. In the future though, when you show me as much disrespect as you’ve shown me lately, especially if you curse at me, you’ll feel the sting of my belt.”
A gasp left her, and she turned and buried her face in the covers. Her knuckles were white, she was clutching onto the covers so hard. His heart ached for her; he didn’t want to scare her. But damn, he couldn’t allow her to talk her way out of a punishment. Be firm, he reminded himself.
He caressed her curvy behind, paying equal attention to both cheeks, as he considered his next words. She quivered at his touch, but she had stopped attempting to escape. He suspected after she endured the first stinging smack on her bottom, she would resume her fight.
