Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He was breathless though, as was she. He let her down gently, rearranging her skirts and tucking his formidable tool of ravishment back into his trousers’ falls. Then they met one another’s eyes and laughed.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she chided. “Here in public.”
“You’re the one who did it, darling. How was I supposed to resist?”
“You’re blaming me?”
He grinned with a glint in his eyes. “Whoever’s fault it was, you’re the one who’ll be spanked for the transgression.”
“But I just had my weekly spanking yesterday.” She’d felt the lingering soreness as he’d gripped her bottom in the throes of lovemaking. It was part of the reason she’d come so hard.
“My dear,” he said, putting on his stern face, “when you require correction, schedules do not apply. You must be soundly punished for seducing me right here in the greenhouse where anyone might have seen us. We shall have to retire to the punishment room tonight after dinner to straighten you out.”
She still felt hot and aroused from their coupling; his threats of a spanking weren’t helping calm her body from its sensual high. Now she must make it through the rest of the day’s activities, playing hostess, smiling for their guests, knowing all the while that her husband’s discipline awaited her. He’d remind her at every opportunity with secret, suggestive glances. She didn’t know whether to moan in ecstasy or cry.
“Well, I suppose in the end it was worth it, even if I must be punished,” she said, stroking a finger over the smooth lemon. “Though I find it very unfair.”
He kissed further complaints away, embracing her until she was dizzy with his scent and presence. When she reached for his falls again, he gripped her hand. “Not now. At some point we must rejoin our guests, you incurable temptress. Yet another trespass to chalk up to your punishable sins. Come with me, before I lose my control again in this damned hothouse.”
Oh, did he look a bit too long at the available ginger plants as he guided her out? He made use of the irritating root so often, they were always in danger of running out. It would be a mercy for her bottom if they did, but when the supply dwindled, Marlow simply called for them to cultivate more.
No, she was in for a life of punishment and discipline, no matter the circumstances. She had already come to accept that. These days, it was just a question of how far he would go to fulfill her licentious cravings, and his.
*
Marlow bubbled and boiled all day, every day, aching with the need to have her. This was his lot now, a burden he gladly carried. Following their hot encounter in the greenhouse, it seemed a lifetime before they could be alone again.
At last, after dinner and a couple hours of amusement with their guests, the children were settled in bed and the families retired to their chambers. He was finally able to order his wife to the punishment room, a perverse chamber adjacent to their bedrooms. It was a bit larger than the room he used to punish her in town. It had the same equipment, but with more space for his spanks to echo and her moans and groans to reverberate.
“Everything off, Rosalind,” he told her as soon as they entered. Sometimes he stripped her slowly, over the course of working her over. Tonight, he wished her to be naked and vulnerable from the start.
“Yes, sir,” she said in her most obedient tone.
By God, he was already aroused to bursting after spending the entire afternoon in anticipation. He would have to fuck her and punish her at once.
He made her walk to the wooden pole at one corner, the whipping post outfitted with chains. He knew from experience that they clanked very satisfyingly when she thrashed about in pain. He had a fresh plug of ginger at the ready, as well as an evil, thin whip that was just long enough to wrap about her curvaceous arse. As he fastened her wrists into the leather manacles at the ends of the chains, he took the opportunity to lecture her, setting the tone.
“Why are you being punished?” he asked.
“For…for being wantonly?”
He gave her a quick swat. “It’s not a question, is it? You were wanton this afternoon.”
As were you, he chided himself inwardly. But his culpability did not play into their games by mutual agreement.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said, tugging at the chains. She was bound with her arms above her head, drawing her body tall and taut for him to punish.
“What do I do to you when you are wantonly?” he prompted, going to his chest of terrors for some silver clips.
“You—you punish all the wanton parts of me, sir.”
Her eyes went wide as he approached with the clips to apply to her nipples. He knew she did not like this part. The anticipation was nearly as painful for her as the punishment, so he made sure to take his time as he applied each one to bite her sensitive peaks. Their eyes met, erotic power flowing between them.