Posted by Clare on March 24, 2002 at 16:27:49:
Clare
Both of them were anxious to have this episode closed.
As was their custom they entered the drawing room and Dominic closed the door behind them. In the very early days of their marriage this had been her favourite room. Not only because of the beauty of it’s heavy luxurious fittings, because, it was where she and Dominic retired after dinner each night to talk, or to read quietly in companionable silence. The room had not lost its charm for her despite the fact that; in the recent past; it had been the scene of two very uncomfortable reminders that her husband would not stand for any nonsense from her.
As she followed her husband docilely to the couch, Rosanna wondered, as she had in the past, how much noise would escape from the room. It was a source of great embarrassment to her that, the footmen might hear the sounds of her chastisement. One afternoon she had closed the door, clapped her hands till they hurt, yelled as loudly as she could, and then gone into the hall to ask the astonished footman if he had heard her. Misunderstanding the reason for her question he had said
“ Milady, if you need something, ring the bell. It would not be proper for me to come in unbidden”. At this point she had abandoned the experiment.
As she assumed the all too familiar position over his knee, Rosanna was once again aware of the strength of her husband’s muscular thighs. She knew, to her regret, that he was also possessed of a hard right hand and untiring arm. Her face came into contact with the seat of the couch as she felt her skirts being lifted. She knew that the first smack would awaken the sting imparted to her bottom a short time before and tried to keep her trembling buttocks still.
Instead of the whack she expected, she felt him unbutton her drawers. All thoughts of bravery left her as she struggled vainly to preserve her modesty. Ignoring her distress he pulled them to down her knees them and she lay quivering with shame. Even in their lovemaking she had avoided nakedness.
“Enough of your coyness, madam. You are my wife. This is meant to be an indignity. You were not shy about disobeying me, were you?” He paused “Hmm?”
“No” she gasped
His firm hand on the small of her back kept her in this humiliating position while he scolded her.
“This is not the first time I have had to correct you and probably wont be the last
You have a few rather unfortunate habits which must be cured.
You don’t think about the consequences of your actions, you disregard my instructions, and worst of all, you don’t trust my judgement!”
Raising his hand high he brought it down hard on her bare bottom. Although she had tried to prepare herself for this, a loud yelp escaped her. With grudging admiration he noted her stuffing a piece of the material of her skirt into her mouth to stop her crying out again. Holding her firmly, he delivered a dozen painful smacks, pausing just long enough between each one, to allow her to anticipate the next. To Dominic’s amusement, modesty was now forgotten as she wriggled and kicked her legs. Knowing that she needed a lesson yet not wanting to be over-severe, he lightened the slaps and slowed the pace until the warmth of his hand indicated that she had been punished enough.
He gently replaced her skirt and stood her up.When he stood himself he looked down at her heaving shoulders and said, “That should help you to behave for a little while at least”
Knowing that if she looked at him, she would lose what little composure she had, Rosanna tried to step back from him. The forgotten drawers, which were by now at her ankles, were her downfall as she tripped over them and fell into his arms.
The humour of her predicament was not lost on him, but he knew that she needed forgiveness not ridicule. “I’ve got you” he said tenderly his heart melting for the girl, now sobbing, against his chest.
Large salty tears fell as she buried her head in his shoulder. She had disobeyed him and disgraced herself in front of a stable boy, yet he gently rubbing her back and the base of her head was comforting her. Eventually her tears subsided but she stood still, enjoying the intimacy of his caresses.
“Feeling better?” he bent his head to hers and wiped her damp cheeks with his bent forefinger. “ No more crying now.” Then he added “I thought you were trying to drown me, girl” in an attempt to coax a smile from her.
“I so sorry” she began; only to have his finger placed on her lips.
She smiled shyly at him and he chivalrously turned away to allow her to adjust her underwear. When she had finished he pulled her to him again to reassure her that all was forgiven. Snuggling into him and savouring his cologne she innocently wondered how a stinging backside could produce such throbbing in a region untouched by his hand. “Dominic?” she began.
“Mm” he looked at her fondly.
“Oh doesn’t matter” she blushed, not wishing to discuss punishment now.
“Rosanna?”
“Yes Dominic?”
“Not all your habits are bad ones. Your blushes are charming, and your habit of snuggling into me in your sleep is most endearing”
Never one to let her husband win in a teasing contest she rejoined,
“ Well, the thickness of my riding habit, saved me a bit of pain today”
He grinned and winked at her.
“I know”
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