Page 162 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Come here, Mrs. Calhoun.”

Reluctantly, she turned and slowly crossed to him. “Call me by my name, Jake.”

“You will always be, Mrs. Calhoun, when you are being punished. I thought I’d already explained that? Now be a good girl, and place yourself over my lap, before you’re tempted to say something that’ll warrant fetching your hairbrush.”

It appeared she hesitated a fraction too long because he clasped her about the waist and pulled her down over his thighs. She whimpered as he began to pull up her nightdress.

“No, don’t bare me, Jake,” she begged.

“Spankings are always given on the bare, darlin’; I mentioned that yesterday.”

Clinging frantically to the hem of her nightgown did no good, he was far more determined. In no time at all he had the material bunched up about her waist. Cool air circulated her naked flesh and humiliation swept over her.

She winced as he gently squeezed her tender buttocks.

“I’m spanking you because there is a need to clear the air and also for the scornful way you spoke to me yesterday. If I have to reprimand you about that lack of respect again, I’ll use your hairbrush and if that fails—”

“It won’t, it won’t fail, Mr. Calhoun!” she interrupted in panic, remembering to use his surname, which he’d said was appropriate under these circumstances.

“Nevertheless, if there should be a third occasion, I’ll take my belt to you. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled. The ‘Sir,’ seemed appropriate while held in this ignoble position, head down over his knee. She was about to get her butt thoroughly spanked by her handsome, not to mention well-muscled and strong-armed, husband. The thought sent shivers down her spine, and to her surprise the stirrings of desire fluttered deep in the pit of her stomach.

When a sound like gunshot filled the room, for a moment she was flummoxed, unsure what the loud noise was. A sudden flare of pain seared her buttocks and she realized exactly what had happened. Her spanking had begun, and dang, but it hurt. This was neither sexy, nor pleasant; it was painful and because of her previous punishment last night, it stung like hell.

She struggled, and fought, determined to get away from the pain. Why was she unable to escape? She kicked and wriggled her hips. Reaching down she gripped Jake’s ankles in an attempt to propel herself forward, and off his knee.

“Settle down, Mrs. Calhoun, we have a longways to go yet.”

She felt him anchor her firmly to his side by placing an arm around her waist. He lifted a leg over both hers to stop her kicking. Verity realized she was well and truly stuck. Opening her mouth, she shrieked with frustration. His reaction was to rain a barrage of spanks across her swaying behind. She struggled helplessly.

“The girls will hear and come in and then what will they think of you then!” she cried in rage.

“Then they’ll be told that you have been a very naughty wife and needed a spanking,” he replied calmly.

“Ooh, you, you—”

“Careful honey, remember I can still fetch that hairbrush.”

His words caused her mouth to snap shut. Yelping, she cried as he roasted her bottom thoroughly. It wasn’t long before she was apologising; frantically apologising, for not trusting him. She hoped her meekness would work and Jake would halt the spanking, but no, he continued to lift his palm until she sobbed and pleaded, gasped, and wept.

It was a while before she noticed his hand had stopped falling. Her hind-end aflame, his stroking caress felt like grit being rubbed into a wound. Verity pressed her lips together to stop herself from yelling at him to stop, knowing full well that any shrieking would more than likely to trigger more of the same chastisement.

Then his hand slipped lower, down over her buttocks, between her thighs. Suddenly her sex blazed like a furnace. All the heat from her punished rear morphed into her quim. She was horrified by the low guttural moan that came out of her mouth at his brazen touch.

A chuckle reverberated overhead. “I thought that after your reaction last night, you might enjoy the added benefit that comes from a well spanked bottom. I know that Megan did.” He chortled.

Bemused, she gathered he must have spanked Megan on some occasion. Pondering this interesting titbit, Verity found herself wondering if his brother, Ned, also spanked his wife, Millie. That was one conversation she fully intended to have once she grew better acquainted with her new sister-in-law. All of a sudden, she didn’t feel hard done by. Spanking was obviously a part of marriage. As Jake’s questing fingers sent all other thoughts skittering from her mind, Verity gave herself over to the delightful benefit of being Jake’s wife.

When she came down from the novelty and euphoria of riding her husband’s cock, she realized she was happier than at any other time in her life.

There were no more shadows between them; the future seemed bright with possibilities.

“I love you, Mrs. Calhoun.”

“Oh dear, does that mean I am in for another spanking, Mr. Calhoun?” she asked saucily, reacting to his formality. She felt his merriment rumble through his bare chest.

“I love you, Verity,” he amended.

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