Page 288 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Turn around, sweetheart,” Jack said after releasing her. “I’ll help you with your gown and then you can use the bathroom first.”

“Um, okay,” she said, turning her back to him. She felt herself trembling as he began to push the satin buttons from their loops. When the last one was undone, she had to bite back a moan when she felt him push apart the satin to plant a kiss on her shoulder, then pressed soft kisses down her spine as he lowered the gown so that she could step from it. Standing in her slip, she knew her face was red when he gently patted her bottom and then handed her the box that held her wedding night trousseau. “Thank you,” she managed, though her voice sounded strange even to herself as she scurried into the bathroom and shut the door.

Removing her slip, she unfastened her stockings from their garters and rolled them down. Nerves caused her to giggle as she wondered what people might call the ridiculous combination of dance and shuffle necessary to peel the girdle from her skin. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and removed it. Once she was naked, she reached for the box. They’d received a great deal of wedding gifts, opening them together, but Jane had slipped into her room the night before and handed her another box.

“You didn’t have to give me another present,” Betsy had said.

“Yes I did. Even though your mother’s gown is gorgeous, I wanted you to have something new and special for your wedding night. Now, don’t open it until you’re at the hotel, promise?”

“I promise,” Betsy had said and now she smiled at the special moment shared. Opening the box and pushing aside the layer of tissue, she gasped, her fingertips stroking down the beautiful white gown. She pulled it from the box and then over her head and shivered. It seemed to caress her skin as the fabric slid down her body. She pulled on the matching robe, which was far different than the chenille one she normally wore. Her fingers shook a bit as she tied the two satin bows across the bodice and then looked up. “Oh my,” she whispered at the sight of her reflection. “Janey, you are quite the naughty girl, aren’t you?” The gown molded to her body and was practically transparent. It was by far the most risqué thing she’d ever worn and yet she felt… well, she felt sexy. Looking into the box, she was soon giving a little moan.

“Honey? Do you need help?” At the sound of Jack’s voice, she gave a little jump and a squeal.

When the doorknob rattled, she shrieked. “No! Don’t come in!”

“Betsy, are you okay?”

“No! I mean, yes… I mean I’m fine…” She certainly was not fine. Shaking out each piece of tissue paper did not reveal what she was searching for. While the negligée set was beautiful, it was missing a very important item.

“Jane Kennedy! I can’t believe you did this!” she muttered under her breath, giving up the search and picking up her girdle. She twisted and squirmed, pulling the resisting rubber up and then groaning as she turned again to the mirror. Forget sexy, she looked absolutely ridiculous.

“Betsy, honey, you don’t sound okay. Sweetheart, let me in.”

“No!” Giving up any hope of a sexy, seductive exit, she sighed. “Could you bring me my suitcase, Jack?”

“Why?”

“Because I-I can’t find…” God, did wives talk about underwear with their husbands? Well, maybe, but probably not to their brand-new husband!

“Find what? Honey, come on out. I don’t like talking through a door.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t find my panties!” She slapped her hand over her mouth the moment the words left her lips.

“Sweetheart, I promise, you don’t need any panties. Now, come on out and let me look at my bride.”

Her hand dropped from her mouth but didn’t reach for the doorknob. Giving up any hope of undies, she once again struggled out of the girdle and took another few minutes to brush her hair and her teeth, though what she was really doing was stalling.

“Betsy Renee Novak, I’m about to break this door down,” Jack warned.

The sound of her new name had her head snapping toward the door. “I-I’m coming.” Opening the door, she stuck her head out, only to have her husband reach for her hand and pull her from the bathroom.

“God, you are stunning,” he said, his eyes raking up and down her body. “I’ve never seen anyone so perfect.” He pulled her into his arms, his lips descending upon hers, and suddenly the fact that she was naked beneath the barely-there gown no longer mattered. She moaned as his tongue swept between her lips to dance with her own. One arm kept her close as his other hand began to stroke up and down her back before running down her arms and then cupping a bottom cheek. Her legs began to shake, and she moaned again.

“I love you, wife,” he said, his voice husky.

“Oh, Jack, I love you so much,” she said, leaning into him. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Darling, you are doing perfectly, and it will be my greatest pleasure to teach you everything you need to know.”

Betsy nodded and when he led her to the bed and slowly untied the bows of her robe and slipped it from her shoulders, she felt her nipples tighten and her sex moisten. He kissed her again, set her on the bed and then began to disrobe. Her eyes were glued to his chest as he removed his uniform jacket and then his white t-shirt, exposing his flat, muscular stomach. When he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, she swallowed hard. When he grinned and slid his pants down, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her husband in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. She knew her face had to be scarlet if the heat she could feel was any indication. When she realized that something was moving beneath the fabric of his boxers, she felt as if she might faint. Seeing him hook his fingers into the waistband, she slammed her eyes shut. Surely he should… should turn off the light or at least not strip completely until he was in bed beneath the covers. That thought had her realizing that she was sitting on the bed he would be climbing into soon.

“Betsy, open your eyes, honey.”

All she could do was shake her head. Her heart was slamming against her chest, and she was finding it a bit difficult to breathe.

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