Page 15 of His Loving Guidance
“How would you feel if I stayed out late with one of my friends at various bars, every Friday and Saturday night, Gina? How would you feel if I cursed at you or stormed out of the room during dinner? How would you feel if I refused to listen to you when you confessed you were worried about my hurtful behavior?”
She turned her head out of the covers, her expression filled with sorrow. Minutes passed, and he kept rubbing her backside while waiting for her response. He sensed her frustration and her guilt as she struggled to sort out her reasons for her recent behavior.
A tear trickled down her face and she swallowed hard. “I-I would be devastated if yo-you behaved the way I’ve been acting lately. Oh God, Ben, I-I am so sorry.” Sincerity resounded in her trembling voice. “I’ve been so hung up on how I don’t think you should treat me like a child and boss me around that I guess it all got out of hand. That, and I’ll admit I have a hard time telling Chelsea I’d rather not stay out all night. We used to be best friends though and I keep hoping she’ll change back into the person she used to be. Maybe this all sounds silly to you, but it’s the truth. And I want her to like me. I worry she’ll think I’m totally lame and find another friend to hang out with all the time.”
“Sweetheart, not wanting to stay out late every weekend doesn’t make you lame. Look, I think the best thing you can do is set boundaries with Chelsea. Tell her you’re happy to hang out with her, just not bar hopping through the bad part of town. Dinner. Movies. Heck, invite her over here for a girls’ night in.” He forced her legs apart and shifted her higher over his knee. “As for bossing you around, Gina, I’m not trying to be a dictator here. But I won’t keep silent when you’re behaving badly, and I’m not going to allow you to get away with naughtiness any longer. I should have put my foot down a while ago and turned you over my knee.”
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Gina’s heart beat wildly in her chest. Guilt weighed her down. She’d acted poorly, but it still stunned her that Ben had decided to spank her. Why wasn’t she fighting him more? She was over his knee, and while she’d squirmed a bit earlier, she wasn’t currently trying to escape.
The same pulsing heat that had gathered between her thighs as he’d been firm with her in the dining room returned, only this time the sensation spread into a full out throb. She gulped and hid her face again, not understanding how she could actually crave his discipline, especially after she’d put up such a fuss about him bossing her around.
Except he’s not really bossing, her mind whispered. She’d been out of line and had deserved his scolding. Is that why she wasn’t attempting to run from the room? Because she felt she deserved to be punished for her bad behavior?
She blinked as tears spilled from her eyes. Shame heated her all over. Ben had forced her legs apart and shifted her high enough over his knee that he likely had an unhindered view of her pussy. Maybe even her bottom hole too, she thought as the cool air of the room wafted against her most private parts.
“You know you were naughty,” he finally said, his hand leaving her ass. “And this is what happens to wives who disobey their husbands.”
Smack!His palm descended on her left cheek in a smarting blow. Before the sting had a chance to fade, he struck her right cheek with equal force. And back and forth, and back and forth, he alternated. It wasn’t long before tears wrought from the physical pain of her spanking, and not just from the turmoil in her heart, cascaded down her face.
She wiggled around, trying to evade his punishing hand, but he tightened his hold on her and spanked harder and faster. Sobs broke from her and her shoulders heaved. She couldn’t believe she had pushed Ben this far and vowed to never disobey him again. Anything to avoid this pain and humiliation. Not to mention the horrible sickness in the pit of her stomach from the knowledge that she had disappointed him.
Finally, he stopped. She cried into the covers as he rubbed her punished bottom.
“Is it over?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
She didn’t possess the energy to move, and he seemed content to continue holding her over his lap, so she remained in place as he rubbed out the sting. Would he forgive her for her awful behavior? She wanted to experience his arms wrapping around her more than anything, but at least he hadn’t pushed her to the floor and stormed out of their room after finishing the spanking.
She hadn’t known what to expect. This didn’t feel cruel. It felt loving. He hadn’t spanked her in anger or caused her any real harm. Just a sore bottom. His intention had been to each her a lesson, and she’d certainly learned it.
Until now, they hadn’t had a severe disagreement. If she were honest with herself, she had hoped for a passionate reaction from Ben. She’d pushed and pushed, telling herself she was pushing him with her defiance because as a grown woman she shouldn’t have to heed anyone’s orders, even those of her husband. But part of her had wanted to see what would happen when he reached the end of his patience.
“Gina, I know this was sudden and you might be angry with me for disciplining you, but you’ve been exceedingly rebellious lately. I believe a rebellious wife needs a firm hand. I’ve never had cause to punish you before, but I won’t hesitate to do it again if you disobey me, put yourself in danger, or lie to me. Do you understand, sweetheart?” His deep, masculine voice drifted over her, and despite his promise to chastise her again, she found comfort in his words.
She sniffled and wiped at the last of her tears. “Yes, sir, I understand.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, and her heart swelled at the concerned look in his eyes when their gazes collided. “And I’m not angry with you. If anything, I’m angry with myself.”
“Come here, darling.” He turned her over and gathered her against his chest, resting his chin atop her head as he stroked her hair.
“Am I forgiven, Ben?” she murmured into his shirt. She held her breath as she awaited his answer. As horribly as she’d treated him, she couldn’t blame him if he stayed mad for a while. “I, um, I can sleep on the couch tonight.”
He pulled back and cupped her face. “Of course, you’re forgiven, Gina. And your pretty little red bottom isn’t going anywhere. You’re going to stay right here, in my arms all night.”
Relief swept through her, and she hugged him back. She’d always wondered what their first fight would be like. Another reason she’d been testing him, and it seemed childish in retrospect, but now she wouldn’t worry he would be a pushover, like her father. Or full of rage, like her mother.
Growing up, both her and her father had lived in fear of her mother’s bad moods and frequent emotional outbursts. They were still married, but their marriage wasn’t a happy one. As a child, Gina had learned to be meek and agreeable, if only to avoid her mother’s wrath.
She used to dream about marrying a strong, dominant man who wouldn’t allow her to do the sort of destructive things she’d been doing since reconnecting with Chelsea. When Ben hadn’t commented on her staying out late after the first few times, she’d grown sullen thinking he didn’t care. But when he’d finally voiced his concerns, after her third weekend out, she’d found herself more annoyed than grateful he’d finally spoken up. Aggravated with Chelsea, she had been on edge and ended up taking her frustrations out on her husband, rather than surrendering to his authority in the way she’d always fantasized.
His forgiveness wrapped around her like a warm blanket, and she snuggled against him with a deep feeling of contentment. While still petting her hair, he settled his other hand on her tender backside and rubbed her punished cheeks.
She parted her legs and wished his hand would travel between her aching thighs, but she didn’t dare ask him to touch her intimate folds. She’d always been shy in the bedroom and waited for him to initiate lovemaking. Of course, it was a rare night when he didn’t claim her. When she was home, anyway.
As if reading her mind, he prodded the wetness between her legs, and she opened herself wider to his ministrations and jerked her center against his hand, seeking out more of the bliss he was inflicting upon her. Tendrils of warmth unfurled from her inner core, and she moaned aloud when he sought out her clit and worked one finger around the pulsing nubbin in a maddeningly slow swirling motion.
“You’re soaking wet, sweetheart.” He shoved into her tightness and she cried out. Holding her on his lap, he plunged in and out of her aching pussy.
“Mmm,” she said, unable to form a coherent response. Her mind turned to mush the longer he stroked her. She ground her bottom against the growing hardness beneath her, anxious for him to remove his boxers and drive into her without mercy.
She dragged her nails down his sculpted chest and then leaned up to kiss him. He growled and devoured her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and taking command of the kiss.
After breaking away, he said, “You’re going to be an obedient little wife and take all of my cock tonight, aren’t you?”
She whimpered and nodded her assent. God, she loved when he talked naughty, and especially when he took control in the bedroom. A wave of submission rolled through her, and she winced when he shifted her onto her hands and knees on the bed, guiding her to lift her bottom high while he shed his boxers and then took position behind her.
He dragged the tip of his rigid length along her wet folds, preparing to fuck her. She quivered and waited with bated breath for the first delicious thrust of his cock into her tightness.
“I’m going to pound you very hard, Gina.” He shifted away from her, only to cup her pussy and squeeze. “Thisis mine. You are mine. I plan to take you long and hard and remind you that you belong to me.”
