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Hal gave the back of her hand a sharp smack. “I know you’ve been drinking,” he said, “Or you wouldn’t have said that. I trusted you would have more sense than to take a risk with your behavior tonight. I’d be careful if I were you. That’s two things you know I can’t tolerate, how long do you want the beating on your bottom to go on?”
She had made it worse. “It slipped out,” she said. “I didn’t mean to say it. Can’t you just forgive one slip?”
“Your time to choose when and where is running out,” he warned, and he pulled her across his lap.
“No, not here, not now.” Her hands groped for the door handle to pull herself forward, off his lap. She couldn’t reach it.
“Too late.” He dragged her elegant dress up over her bottom and folded it on her lower back. He slipped his thumbs beneath her panties and slipped them down.
Her mortification made her hot all over; she knew her face was flushed. In the long stretch limo, Tom was far away and there was a soundproof divider, but Lainie felt as if he were in the back seat watching them, witnessing her shame. Hal brought his palm down on her exposed backside once, making it shimmy, then again, and soon a hail of spanks drove against her flesh. He was smacking her hard, it smarted and stung.
“No, please,” she cried. “It hurts. Stop.” She wriggled against his thighs, but he had one arm across her back. He struck the mound of her behind, then lower, moving down to the curve of her bottom, and back up to flesh he had already pounded. She squirmed and kicked her legs, he told her to stop and spanked her harder.
And god, Tom was up there in front of them, driving. If he looked, he could see her, bared and punished. She clamped her lips together, trying to keep her cries in, and soon, she was sobbing through clenched teeth.
Hal stopped, then gave her one more whack, and pulled her panties up over the throbbing flesh of her buttocks. She whimpered. He kept his hand across her back, holding her still as he folded her dress down over her bottom, lifted her, and placed her beside him on the car seat.
She gasped at the pain as she sat.
“You are ending the evening with a very red backside,” he said. “Bright red. And since you didn’t choose how you wanted to be punished, and compounded your situation by swearing, we just might continue this at home.”
“You can’t,” Lainie cried. “I’ve already had a spanking.”
Hal took her hand and held it between both of his. “I can,” he said. “You have to learn.” In the foyer of the mansion, Hal led her to the foot of the long staircase, and then turned to Tom, “That will be all for tonight.”
Tom looked at Lainie, then at Hal, and replied, “Yes sir, the house is secured.”
She flushed deeply, wondering if Tom could know what had just happened to her. She walked up the stairs, hoping fervently that Hal had only been threatening her with more punishment to get the point across.
In the vast bedroom, Hal walked up behind her, slowly unzipped the back of her dress, helped her off with it, and laid it across the back of an armchair. He watched her lift her slip up over her head as he pulled off his jacket, tie, and shirt, and tossed them on another chair. The sight of his hard, muscled torso always made her hot. She couldn’t wait to put her hands on his chest and move them down to feel the erection she knew would be ready for her as soon as they touched.
He took her hand and walked her to the bed. He led her around the bedpost at the head, and placed her hands on it.
What was this? Lainie let her arms drop to her sides. Hal growled, “Don’t do that again,” and put her hands back on the post.
She knew that tone. She stayed still, hands wrapped around the post. He turned away, walked back to the chair, and picked up his tie. He approached her again, pulled her forward, closer to the post, and tied her wrists together, tightening the knot so she couldn’t move her hands. With the scowl she dreaded, he undid his buckle and whipped his belt through the belt loops on his slacks, doubled it, and snapped the leather against his hand.
“What are you doing?” she cried. “You’ve already punished me.”
“You weren’t listening. Again. What I did in the car was a love tap compared to what’s coming.”
Tied to the heavy post, she could only move her feet, circling around as if she could get away. “No,” she said. “No, please don’t do that.”
In two steps he was behind her, tearing her panties down, exposing her bottom. “I won’t tell you to keep quiet,” he said, “because you won’t be able to.”
“No, no, no,” she was already crying, “please don’t. Let me go.”
He walked around to face her from the other side of the pillar. “Do you want to be my wife?” he asked.
“Yes, yes of course.”
“And behave impeccably, as a governor’s wife must?” She nodded, too terrified to speak. “So you don’t want me to let you go, you want to be a governor’s mate? I’m giving you another choice here.”
“I want to be with you. I can behave, I can. Let me prove it to you.”
“I will,” he said. “You can begin right after this punishment. You can start by standing still because you know you deserve it.”
Lainie forced her feet to stay quiet on the carpet as he circled around behind her again. He whirled the belt, stirring the air behind her. “You’ll notice that I know some medical terminology too. Next time I move this belt, it will land on your gorgeous gluteus maximus. Now bend over,” he said. “Stick that bottom out.”
She clenched her teeth and made herself bend forward as much as the tie allowed, feeling her naked buttocks protruding as if for all the world to see. The first lash burned her behind, the second overlapped the first, and the searing pain increased with each crack of the belt. He slapped it across her buttocks at a different angle with each hit.
The pain tore through her. She shrieked at him to stop, unable to keep still, her feet scrambled beneath her, trying to move her bottom out of his reach, but the belt found her, over and over. Her scorched behind could not escape, and she couldn’t stop herself from screaming. “No, no, stop, I can’t stand it,” she cried, over and over, squirming desperately.
He finally stopped and threw the belt onto the bed. From behind, he wrapped his arms around her, surrounding her as he untied the tie and helped her to lower her clenched arms. She fell forward onto the mattress and lay on her stomach, crying. The bed sank slightly as he lay down beside her, stroking her head. “Are you ready to be a governor’s wife?”
She nodded and whimpered, “Yes.” Her quivering bottom stirred a tingling between her legs, and despite the flaming agony in her backside, her clit burned too. She crawled across his lap. “Please,” she said.
“Please what? Spank you?”
For answer, she reached around behind her rump and felt for his hand. Taking hold of a finger, she pulled it between the backs of her thighs, and parted her legs. His finger jabbed into her and she gasped.
“Oh, Lainie, you’re hot and wet.” He pulled out of her.
She nearly cried with disappointment. But then he began rubbing gently in rhythmic circles, and she lifted her buttocks high, and lowered them, pulsing with his movement, wriggling from side to side, faster, until she was bucking wildly. When his finger plunged into her again, she cried out and shifted herself forward and back, moving her sex up and down against his finger. “Hal, Hal,” she gasped. The building waves rippled through her pelvis until her flaming body exploded into a quivering mass of nerve endings. It seemed the delicious contractions would go on and on, the orgasm ripping through her.
Gradually, her system slowed, and stilled. His legs slid out from under her, and she felt the bed sink on each side of her thighs. The same shifting sensation on the mattress beside her head told her he was on all fours, over her. “Are you ready, Lainie?”
“Yes,” she said. Oh god, fuck, yes. And then some.
The tip of his erection, hot and slick pushed between her thighs and she pushed her bottom up, as high
as she could, resting her face between her arms.
What was he waiting for?
“You’re ready to be my wife? And do everything you need to do?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I could put on a condom. Or not.”
“Or not?”
“Do you want to be my wife, and a great doctor, and the mother of our children?”
“I do. I really, really do.”
He drove into her from behind, pulling her hips back, holding them in place as he plunged in and out, stabbing something that felt so good it hurt, and she wanted more. She moved to his rhythm, her torso in his hands, his magnificent organ deep inside her, until she cried out again, rocked by her second orgasm, screaming his name.
He groaned, emptying himself into her, plunging again and again. When he finished, he pulled out and rolled her tenderly onto her side and collapsed, facing her. He wrapped his arms around her and moved forward so that their foreheads touched. His mouth found hers and his tongue explored and twined with her tongue. The kiss sizzled.
Strong hands held her arms as he sat up and pulled her up to sit facing him. A sharp intake of breath erupted at the pain in her behind. “I know your rear end is sore,” he said, “but I am one hundred percent sure that I want you for my wife, and you have to be prepared.”
“I know,” she said in a small voice.
On his feet beside the bed, towering over her, he reached for her hands and pulled her to stand. “Come here.” He tugged her forward to the huge, three way mirror that faced the foot of the bed.
She saw the tall, spectacular man next to her, standing just behind her as if they were posing for a formal photograph. But they were naked. He kissed the top of her head. And then a pressure grew against her shoulders and she found herself turning, taking small steps on the carpet.
“Look,” he said. “Look in the mirror at your backside.”
“No.” She dropped her head, embarrassed.
“Lainie, my love, I’ve seen all there is to see of you, and you know every inch is beautiful. Now it’s time for you to see the punished part for yourself.” He tilted her chin up.
Even in the dim light from the tiny imitation candles on the bedposts, her buttocks glowed dark red. Angry welts crisscrossed the red blotches covering her backside. Her bottom still burned and throbbed, and her face, too, burned. Tears trickled down her face. How could she have done exactly the opposite of what this man wanted from her?
After she’d made herself look at the damage, she turned to face him. “I can have it all with you,” she said. “I can have a great man, and the career I’ve worked for my whole life, and a family.”
“You can,” he said, “with my love and adoration and respect. You only need to learn to listen.”
“I’m listening now.” She pressed her ear against his heart and heard the steady pounding through her head, and down into her body. They stood like that for several minutes.
Hal cupped the back of her head and dropped a kiss on her cheek. “When we’re married,” he said, “I’m going to make more time for you, I promise. For us. You can invite Anna and Roger, the four of us can do whatever you like together. I know she’s important to you.”
Lainie sighed deeply. She’d finally be part of a family that spent time together with friends.
“And,” Hal continued, “we’ll see what trouble the two of you get into together.”
“No,” Lainie said, “we won’t get into trouble. We’ll do what you say.” But when she was with Anna, trouble happened. Her bottom flinched in anticipation.
The End
Sage Delouise
Sage Delouise writes from her home in the Midwestern States. She began her first novel at age nine, writing in large, sprawling script on a very small pad of paper. Since then, she has progressed to winning a local live story slam competition which resulted in a magazine publication and a radio broadcast performance. Her romantic short stories have appeared in magazines, in print and online. A Man of His Word is her debut novel with Blushing Books.
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Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
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