quickly stood up, and grabbed for her
drawers. She was about to put them on again, when Aaron was at her side, his
hand going readily for her burning cheeks.
“I hope I
won’t have to do that again, my love,” he said.
“I hope
not too,” she snuffed. She want- ed more than
anything to fall into his arms, and feel the comfort of his affections. She
could feel her body responding, her thighs quivering, her tingling rear dying
for the caress that would bring satisfaction to the wild erotic desires that
now rampaged through her sex.
But no!
Suddenly her
husband’s gentleness pained her as much as his heavily wielded strap pained
her. A war in her raged like nothing she’d ever felt before, and she tried to
pull away from his touch.
“Please,”
she said, shaking him off.
“I can
understand,” Aaron said of her reluctance. “We’ll repair things as
they should be tonight.”
To that
comment, she shook her head, shook it violently. “Oh no!” she roared
at him - a quiet roar, so lie wouldn’t be taking up with the strap again at the
sound of her isolence . I couldn’t in to give myself
to you!” she declared. “Don’t bother coming to our bed tonight,
because you won’t be welcome!”
Grabbing her
dress away, Abigail was quick to exit the barn before she was even dressed. She
ran for the house as fast as she could go, and slammed the door behind her.
Never, never, she was thinking to herself, could she ever allow this man access
to her body and bed! Never could she enjoy that marital bliss again!
In the barn,
Aaron sighed heavily, know- ing that his hurt and
bewildered wife was going through a necessary aqjustment .
He’d been told that life with her wouldn’t be easy, and now he was very certain
of that fact. Finishing the work lie had in the barn, he soon left for the
mill, thinking only of the evening hour, and what lie hoped would be a tender
reunion with his dear and rebellious Abigail.
Chapter
Three
Abigail turned
a cold shoulder on Aaron, rolling over in bed, as soon as her husband climbed
in beside her.
“Abby,”
he said, tenderly. “It’s time to put our past disagreements aside.”
Abigail was
silent, and Aaron shook her shoulder lightly, trying to get her to budge from
her fixed place. She wasn’t budging.
“If
you’re still fuming about this morning, I think you’d better stop,” he
said. He hoped Abigail would accept the move to Brighton Springs without
anymore fuss, though now he wasn’t sure. When she’d told him, “Don’t
bother to come to our bed tonight, because you won’t be welcome!” he
assumed that was just an empty threat that a few calm hours would take of . Apparently he was wrong.
“Abigail,”
he whispered her name softly, thinking she might respond to a little
gentleness. But she still said nothing, and too tired to argue with her, Aaron
turned back over in bed and fell asleep, assuming that his wife did too.
Lying awake
that night, Abigail was still smarting from the rude punishment that Aaron had
given her that morning. At the same time, all she thought of all day long was
how excited she was, thrilled all the way to her toes, tingling with the most
indecent sensations - and indecent thoughts - at least indecent for any young
married woman. As much as she wanted to respond to Aaron however, she was
determined not to. If he thought he could teach her a lesson, that was fine.
But she’d teach him one too. He may move her to Brighton Springs, but she
wouldn’t like it. No manner of punishment would change her mind. She missed the
warmth of Aaron’s embrace, but this was a war they were engaged in, one she was
determined to win.
The next
morning, Abigail jumped from bed before Aaron was up. Putting on her dress, she
was already in the kitchen cooking breakfast when he came down the stairs.
“Did you
sleep well?” he asked her, admiring for the hundredth time, her beauti-ful face, the soft blonde curls, and the dazzling
blue
drawers. She was about to put them on again, when Aaron was at her side, his
hand going readily for her burning cheeks.
“I hope I
won’t have to do that again, my love,” he said.
“I hope
not too,” she snuffed. She want- ed more than
anything to fall into his arms, and feel the comfort of his affections. She
could feel her body responding, her thighs quivering, her tingling rear dying
for the caress that would bring satisfaction to the wild erotic desires that
now rampaged through her sex.
But no!
Suddenly her
husband’s gentleness pained her as much as his heavily wielded strap pained
her. A war in her raged like nothing she’d ever felt before, and she tried to
pull away from his touch.
“Please,”
she said, shaking him off.
“I can
understand,” Aaron said of her reluctance. “We’ll repair things as
they should be tonight.”
To that
comment, she shook her head, shook it violently. “Oh no!” she roared
at him - a quiet roar, so lie wouldn’t be taking up with the strap again at the
sound of her isolence . I couldn’t in to give myself
to you!” she declared. “Don’t bother coming to our bed tonight,
because you won’t be welcome!”
Grabbing her
dress away, Abigail was quick to exit the barn before she was even dressed. She
ran for the house as fast as she could go, and slammed the door behind her.
Never, never, she was thinking to herself, could she ever allow this man access
to her body and bed! Never could she enjoy that marital bliss again!
In the barn,
Aaron sighed heavily, know- ing that his hurt and
bewildered wife was going through a necessary aqjustment .
He’d been told that life with her wouldn’t be easy, and now he was very certain
of that fact. Finishing the work lie had in the barn, he soon left for the
mill, thinking only of the evening hour, and what lie hoped would be a tender
reunion with his dear and rebellious Abigail.
Chapter
Three
Abigail turned
a cold shoulder on Aaron, rolling over in bed, as soon as her husband climbed
in beside her.
“Abby,”
he said, tenderly. “It’s time to put our past disagreements aside.”
Abigail was
silent, and Aaron shook her shoulder lightly, trying to get her to budge from
her fixed place. She wasn’t budging.
“If
you’re still fuming about this morning, I think you’d better stop,” he
said. He hoped Abigail would accept the move to Brighton Springs without
anymore fuss, though now he wasn’t sure. When she’d told him, “Don’t
bother to come to our bed tonight, because you won’t be welcome!” he
assumed that was just an empty threat that a few calm hours would take of . Apparently he was wrong.
“Abigail,”
he whispered her name softly, thinking she might respond to a little
gentleness. But she still said nothing, and too tired to argue with her, Aaron
turned back over in bed and fell asleep, assuming that his wife did too.
Lying awake
that night, Abigail was still smarting from the rude punishment that Aaron had
given her that morning. At the same time, all she thought of all day long was
how excited she was, thrilled all the way to her toes, tingling with the most
indecent sensations - and indecent thoughts - at least indecent for any young
married woman. As much as she wanted to respond to Aaron however, she was
determined not to. If he thought he could teach her a lesson, that was fine.
But she’d teach him one too. He may move her to Brighton Springs, but she
wouldn’t like it. No manner of punishment would change her mind. She missed the
warmth of Aaron’s embrace, but this was a war they were engaged in, one she was
determined to win.
The next
morning, Abigail jumped from bed before Aaron was up. Putting on her dress, she
was already in the kitchen cooking breakfast when he came down the stairs.
“Did you
sleep well?” he asked her, admiring for the hundredth time, her beauti-ful face, the soft blonde curls, and the dazzling
blue
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