was truly remorseful, and next, he would lock her in her chamber until she came to her senses. He'd thought the castle a fortress, but he hadn't counted on the scheming mind of his wife.
They reached her chamber, and John pushed her inside, closing the door firmly behind them and placing the torch on the wall bracket. Arabella ran to the other side of the room, threw her bag onto the floor and covered her bottom protectively.
He fixed his eyes on her. "Come hither, milady. Do not delay the inevitable."
"Nay!" She thrust her chin out defiantly. He felt his temper begin to rise. She was a wayward baggage and seemed to think that she could disobey his command when she wanted. She had a lot to learn. He walked toward her, his jaw tight.
Her bosom heaved with indignation when he drew near, making him acutely aware of her feminine curves. He did his best to ignore the rising desire in his crotch, but it was difficult. "Thou hath just earned thyself a dozen extra smacks for that display of disobedience." He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her towards the bed.
"Nay, John! I do not want this…nay!" She was doing her best to be difficult but her small stature meant she was no match for his manly strength.
"What thee wants, and what thee deserves, are two different things, milady. Thou knowest what thee did was wrong, and now thee will take the consequences."
On the last word he pulled her down over his lap and raised her skirts. Her pert little bottom glowed softly in the firelight, the skin like a perfect peach. Ignoring his growing desire he set about disciplining her.
* * *
Arabella shrieked loudly when the first smack landed on her bare bottom. By the rood his hands were hard! She swung a hand around to try and cover her buttocks, but he quickly captured it against her lower back, growling at her to behave.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He soon set up a steady rhythm smacking one cheek and then the next. No amount of pleading helped. She kicked her legs, but he just swung one of his strong thighs over hers so she couldn't move. She grit her teeth and screwed up her face when each smack landed on her derriere.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Thou are most wilful, Arabella. Hopefully this will teach thee to refrain from foolhardy ventures!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"I…aow…thought it wouldst not matter. Oof!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Thou art my wife, and thee will not escape the confines of this castle again. Dost thou understand?" For emphasis he smacked both cheeks at once, extra hard.
Arabella gasped and quickly nodded. Her bottom was stinging like fury. Would she ever learn to refrain from crossing swords with her husband? She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears. It hurt so bad.
"Aow!" she shrieked when his hand landed on her sit spots, but her cries deterred him not. That big palm fell again and again on her unprotected backside, until her bottom was as hot as a log fire. He suddenly stopped but kept his hand possessively on her bottom.
"I want thy promise that thee will never under any circumstances take such a risk again."
She didn't need any prompting. She nodded, too spent to answer him with words, and lay panting over his knees.
He released her hand and legs and pulled her upright. She stood in front of him, rubbing her sore bottom, a pained expression on her face, her eyes closed.
* * *
John studied his wife. She was truly a beauty, even with her face screwed up in pain from the recent spanking. He fought the urge to kiss her, annoyed with himself for being weak. He had vowed revenge on her and had told her this marriage would be hell for her. If he kissed her now, all would be lost. He hardened himself against his emotions and stood up. "'Tis late, and I am tired. Get thee to bed."
He walked around the other side of the bed and began to remove his clothing. He realized she was staring at him, a shocked look on her face. "Aye, I will sleep with thee tonight. I trust thee not."
"I do not wish to sleep with
They reached her chamber, and John pushed her inside, closing the door firmly behind them and placing the torch on the wall bracket. Arabella ran to the other side of the room, threw her bag onto the floor and covered her bottom protectively.
He fixed his eyes on her. "Come hither, milady. Do not delay the inevitable."
"Nay!" She thrust her chin out defiantly. He felt his temper begin to rise. She was a wayward baggage and seemed to think that she could disobey his command when she wanted. She had a lot to learn. He walked toward her, his jaw tight.
Her bosom heaved with indignation when he drew near, making him acutely aware of her feminine curves. He did his best to ignore the rising desire in his crotch, but it was difficult. "Thou hath just earned thyself a dozen extra smacks for that display of disobedience." He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her towards the bed.
"Nay, John! I do not want this…nay!" She was doing her best to be difficult but her small stature meant she was no match for his manly strength.
"What thee wants, and what thee deserves, are two different things, milady. Thou knowest what thee did was wrong, and now thee will take the consequences."
On the last word he pulled her down over his lap and raised her skirts. Her pert little bottom glowed softly in the firelight, the skin like a perfect peach. Ignoring his growing desire he set about disciplining her.
* * *
Arabella shrieked loudly when the first smack landed on her bare bottom. By the rood his hands were hard! She swung a hand around to try and cover her buttocks, but he quickly captured it against her lower back, growling at her to behave.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He soon set up a steady rhythm smacking one cheek and then the next. No amount of pleading helped. She kicked her legs, but he just swung one of his strong thighs over hers so she couldn't move. She grit her teeth and screwed up her face when each smack landed on her derriere.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Thou are most wilful, Arabella. Hopefully this will teach thee to refrain from foolhardy ventures!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"I…aow…thought it wouldst not matter. Oof!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Thou art my wife, and thee will not escape the confines of this castle again. Dost thou understand?" For emphasis he smacked both cheeks at once, extra hard.
Arabella gasped and quickly nodded. Her bottom was stinging like fury. Would she ever learn to refrain from crossing swords with her husband? She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears. It hurt so bad.
"Aow!" she shrieked when his hand landed on her sit spots, but her cries deterred him not. That big palm fell again and again on her unprotected backside, until her bottom was as hot as a log fire. He suddenly stopped but kept his hand possessively on her bottom.
"I want thy promise that thee will never under any circumstances take such a risk again."
She didn't need any prompting. She nodded, too spent to answer him with words, and lay panting over his knees.
He released her hand and legs and pulled her upright. She stood in front of him, rubbing her sore bottom, a pained expression on her face, her eyes closed.
* * *
John studied his wife. She was truly a beauty, even with her face screwed up in pain from the recent spanking. He fought the urge to kiss her, annoyed with himself for being weak. He had vowed revenge on her and had told her this marriage would be hell for her. If he kissed her now, all would be lost. He hardened himself against his emotions and stood up. "'Tis late, and I am tired. Get thee to bed."
He walked around the other side of the bed and began to remove his clothing. He realized she was staring at him, a shocked look on her face. "Aye, I will sleep with thee tonight. I trust thee not."
"I do not wish to sleep with
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