Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1) (11 page)

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails
scoring over his muscles as she heaved and writhed beneath him.  Legs wrapped
around the backs of his thighs, Eleanor’s body seemed to draw him deeper even
as she pleaded with him to slow down.  Mewling whimpers escaped her throat as
her bottom flared with heat on the sheets beneath them, her insides quivering
and tightening around the thrusting iron rod, her husband’s flesh pulsing
within her own.

“Again sweetheart,” Edwin demanded, his voice
rasping over her sense as he buried his face into her neck, biting at the
sensitive skin.  She gasped and undulated as his hand slid down between them,
rubbing against the swollen, sensitized nub at the apex of her sex.

“No, Edwin, I can’t… I can’t…. oh please…” 
Eleanor’s back bowed, so forcefully that she almost lifted her husband off of
her as he tormented her swollen flesh.

“Yes, again,” he murmured, and bit her earlobe
as he squeezed and thrust. 

Tears leaked from her eyes due to the
intensity of her climax, she screamed Edwin’s name – a feat that he’d never
accomplished before no matter how pleasurable her prior releases had been.  The
sound of his wife wild with passion echoed in his ears as her legs and arms
wrapped around him and held him tightly, every muscle in her body rigid and
throbbing. He groaned and shuddered as he emptied himself into her hot cavern,
filling her with jet after jet of creamy seed.

They rocked together, their movements slowing
as their muscle unwound.  Wrapped around each other so closely that he could
barely tell where he ended and she began, Edwin closed his eyes and greedily
inhaled the scene of his well-pleasured wife.  She was so soft and supple
beneath him, everything he’d ever dreamed a wife would be.  For this he would
endure a great deal more than an evening without dinner.

When he finally released her, Eleanor let out
another little whimper and rolled onto her stomach, easing the pressure off of
her bottom. 

Edwin chuckled as she let out a moan of
relief now that the tender area wasn’t being crushed by their combined weight.

“Stay here sweetheart,” he murmured into her
ear.  For a moment Eleanor hated him.  As if it wasn’t already humiliating
enough that he’d punished her and then commenced with taking his marital
rights, and doing it in such a manner that she’d lost complete control over her
body, now he was laughing at her?

But she quickly revised her feelings towards
him when he came back to the bed and began to smooth a cool cream onto the
flaming globes of her bottom.

“Ooooooo… that feels so good…”

It was amazing how Edwin’s hands could be
hard as rock when he was spanking her as opposed to the gentleness with which
he now touched her.  There was a tenderness to the slow circles he made on her
flaming skin, soothing her both physically and emotionally.

“I’ve been thinking sweetheart,” he said
conversationally and Eleanor bit back the immediate retort that wanted to
spring from her lips.  “I’m going to neglect you terribly for the next three
days and then we’re going to go on our honeymoon.  I think it’s best if we get
out of the city for a few weeks.  We were both thrust into this so quickly,
we’ll be able to gain some distance from our day to day lives, spend some time
with each other and then have a fresh start when we come back.” Very gently he
turned her over onto her back so that he could see her face, slightly flushed
and her eyes still a little swollen from crying while she was being punished,
she looked absolutely beautiful with her disheveled blonde hair falling around
her shoulders. “What do you think?”

“If it pleases you, Edwin,” she murmured,
making it sound as though she would agree to anything that he wanted, although
he was fairly certain that he saw a small spark of excitement in her eyes.  For
some reason part of her didn’t want him to know how wonderful that sounded to
her.

“Shall we go to Paris, darling?” he asked,
sliding his hand up her stomach to fondle her breast.  Eleanor bit her lip and
her eye lashes fluttered as her nipple darkened and hardened under his touch. 
Leaning his face closer to hers, Edwin brushed damp hair back from her forehead
with his other hand. “Would that make you happy?”

“Yes,” she whispered, and then bit her lip
again, her expression looking almost confused. 

It was a good idea, Edwin decided as he lowered
his mouth to hers, kissing her gently at first and then with rising passion. 
Shifting on the bed so that his long body lay against the length of hers, he
continued to fondle her breasts as he deepened the kiss.  Eleanor was fighting
the marriage, but perhaps instead of familiarity what she really needed was a
complete change of scenery to help her adjust. There were too many distractions
from each other here; not just his work but their social lives, their friends… on
their honeymoon she would have to interact with him and he could work at making
her happy while simultaneously doing what he could to uncover the sweet and
generous woman that he knew she truly was.

The next three days passed quickly for both
Edwin and Eleanor as they readied for departure.  His sudden announcement
had taken her by surprise and she found her time filled with overseeing
packing, sending their regrets to invitations and the other million small
duties that needed to be seen to in order for travel.  There was barely
time for her to have a small chat with her mother, most of which centered on
the plans for Hugh’s wedding. The slightly bitter jealousy that she'd been
feeling every time she'd had to hear about Hugh's wedding plans had mostly
dissipated now that she had her honeymoon to focus on.

Hugh was taking Miss Chandler on a honeymoon
to one of the family's many estates.  As she was not at all well-traveled
and hadn't been anywhere but her own family's estates and London, Irene had
expressed herself content to stay within England.  Since Hugh hated to
travel this suited him admirably; he much preferred to spend his time out at
the country estates with his horses and dogs, fishing and comporting himself
outdoors.  In the few private moments that they stole together to
converse, he expressed his excitement about showing Miss Chandler the estates,
as she'd declared herself quite a country miss at heart.

An unsettled feeling had roiled in the pit of
Eleanor's stomach as her brother enthused over how well matched he and Miss
Chandler were. Somehow from the few implications of her character that he made,
Eleanor's understanding of Miss Chandler did not seem to match her brother's at
all.  She had certainly not received the impression that Miss Chandler
would prefer life in the country over the glitter of London Society, and the
odd conversation that she'd had at the dinner party with Irene stuck in her
mind. But how to bring such a subject up to her brother? Before she could decide
to speak, her mother interrupted their conversation and she and Hugh did not
have another opportunity to speak.

Although she did not see Edwin during the
day, he more than made up for his absence when he came to her rooms at
night.  Other than the days when she'd had her courses, Edwin had been a
constant presence in her bedchamber, and these nights he seemed especially
amorous.  Her bottom was still quite sore, although healing, which only
seemed to arouse him further.  The very first evening he'd come into her
bedchamber as Poppy had been brushing her hair.  Dismissing the maid, Edwin had
taken over the task. It had been a remarkably intimate experience, having her
hair brushed by her husband, watching him in the mirror as he dragged the brush
through the golden strands.  With his broad shoulders and darkly handsome
countenance he'd looked almost like a sinful dark angel, looming behind her
light and gold features; dangerous yet erotic.

Soon he was dragging his fingers through her
hair, rather than the brush, winding his hand into the silky locks and tipping
her head back to devour her mouth in a hot kiss.  They hadn't made it to
the bed for that evening's first round of amorous pursuits.  Instead Edwin
had sat her upon the hard wood of her dresser, taking her away from the
cushioned seat she'd been resting upon, and she'd cried out as he'd pounded
into her, her sore bottom bouncing on the uncomfortable surface and somehow
enhancing the pleasure she found as he speared her over and over again. Indeed,
every night Edwin seemed to enjoy reawakening the soreness in her bottom, and
to Eleanor's shame her climaxes were more intense than ever before.

Yet when he finally handed her up into their
carriage to depart for the docks, Eleanor found that her husband had considerately
placed her favorite cushion upon her seat, to ensure that she would ride in
comfort. As they were leaving in the early morning she found herself leaning
against her husband's broad shoulder, feeling strangely warm and secure beneath
his arm.  Neither of them were in the mood for conversation it seemed, and
she drifted in and out of sleep as the carriage jolted and bounced along the
streets, the slight chill of the morning air having no effect on her as she was
warmed by her husband's body.

As usual her emotions towards her husband
were conflicted.  She still resented him for the loss of her Season, even
though she knew that was as much her father's fault as Edwin's (and perhaps
just a little bit of her own), and she hated that he had continued her father's
methods of spanking... and yet the pleasures that he brought to her body were
so wondrous as to be unimaginable.  Even when her bottom had burned their
coupling had been intensely satisfying, even more so than usual.  Edwin
was a mass of contradictions - stern, gentle, punishing, caring... the welts on
her bottom had healed much faster than ever before thanks to the cream he had
rubbed onto it.  And now he was cradling her as if she was something
infinitely precious. It was all too easy to lean into him and drift away.

Strong arms wrapped around her and swung her
up into the air. Blearily, Eleanor blinked her eyes and squirmed.

"Hold still," said Edwin, his voice
sounding somewhat weary but also amused. "I'd hate to drop you in the
water."

"I can walk," she said grumpily,
but she curved her arm around his neck, holding tightly to him as she let her
head drop back onto his shoulder. 

Edwin nearly purred with satisfaction feeling
her snuggling up to him again.  The carriage ride had been immensely
enjoyable. When Eleanor dropped her guard she was a wonderfully tactile
creature, not at all the nagging harpy she occasionally made herself out to
be.  Perhaps knowing she would have an elaborate and romantic honeymoon,
when their wedding had been anything but, had finally softened her to him.
Although he hadn't seen much of her the past few days something had certainly
changed in her demeanor.  Perhaps it was the birching but perhaps it was
the trip as well.  Even Mrs. Hester hadn't had any complaints over
Eleanor's conduct as his wife had thrown herself into settling everything
within the household so that they could leave.

Although it was now mid-morning he, like his
wife, was feeling the effects of their hastily planned departure. Fortunately
they hadn't had to plan their own dinner last night, they'd dined with
Eleanor's family who had wanted to give them a send-off but would rather do so
the evening before than the morning of.  Edwin had received a note from
his own family that afternoon, expressing regret that they had missed his
wedding and imploring him to bring Eleanor to the Manse after they returned
from their honeymoon. He had to grin and shake his head at his parents'
foibles, the largest being their reluctance to leave the estate.

Laying Eleanor gently down onto the bed, he
undressed her despite the fact that she was only half-awake and tucked her in
before divesting himself of his own clothing and crawling in beside her. His
wife murmured sleepily and squirmed next to him, tucking herself into his body
in the most delightful way.  If they weren't so tired he would have taken
advantage of their unclothed state, but part of their exhaustion stemmed from
how late he'd kept them up the night before. Wrapping his arms possessively around
her soft form, Edwin closed his eyes and, despite the erection that was cradled
against her stomach, fell almost instantly asleep.

********

When Eleanor awoke, feeling completely
refreshed, it was to the smell of the sea, the gentle rocking of the boat, and
the shouts of the sailors.  She immediately became aware of the large
masculine body wrapped around her, something she was unused to as Edwin
normally awoke well before her even when he slept in her room. It wasn't
entirely unpleasant to feel the hard length of his body pressed against her
back, his heavy limbs across her legs and stomach.  One hand cupped her
breast gently, fingers not quite gripping but curved over the soft mound
possessively. 

Despite the satisfaction she'd received from
him last night, Eleanor couldn't help but feel a warm glow tingling between her
legs.  The hard ridge pressing into her bottom, which was only a little
bit sore now, indicated she wouldn't need much effort to wake her husband and
receive satisfaction again, but she was too excited about her first time being
on a ship. She wanted to walk the decks and see the ocean!  Carefully she
started to wriggle away from her husband's furnace of a body, squealing as his
arm suddenly tightened around her and hauled her back.

"Where do you think you're going?"
Edwin's dark eyes glinted with amusement as he turned her onto her back, his
voice still fuzzy with sleep. Propping himself up on one elbow he cupped a
breast in a gentle hand and toyed with it, rubbing his thumb over her nipple in
a way that made her breath hitch.

"I was going to go up on deck," she
said, staring up at him.  "I want to see everything."

Her husband's eyes drifted down her body,
which was uncovered to the waist, and Eleanor felt her cheeks heat. She didn't
think she would ever become accustomed to the lasciviously proprietary way
Edwin looked at her whenever she was unclothed. And often even when she was
clothed.  That little spark in his eyes always preceded a thorough
bedding, to the point where every time she saw it her pulse started to race.

"I like the view down here just
fine," he said in a rasping growl.

"Edwin!" Eleanor half-laughed,
half-protested in exasperation as her husband shifted his weight on top of her,
trapping her lower body beneath his as he peppered small kisses along her jaw,
trying to reach her mouth.

"Stop moving away," he complained.

"I just told you I want to go up on
deck!"

"You'll get there a lot faster if you'd
cooperate." The teasing, coaxing tone of his voice was that of a little
boy's, reminiscent of when they were younger and he would tease her into doing
something that they would invariably get into trouble for later. Only now there
was no one to hold them accountable for what they were about to do except for
her.

He'd ignored the push of her hands against
his chest, using his legs to pin her down as he caressed her breasts. 
Although she tried to ignore the tingling sensations he was awakening in her
body, she could feel herself losing her conviction to go above decks.  After
all, the ocean wasn't going anywhere. There would be plenty of time, and if she
went up now she would be hot and aroused without the release that she so
enjoyed. She moaned, allowing Edwin to capture her lips as he squeezed one of
her turgid nipples, toying with the sensitive bud, tugging at it as he coaxed
her body to the state he desired.

Feeling her submission beneath him, Edwin
deepened the kiss.  Awakening with an armful of soft, warm woman trying to
wriggle away from him had spurred his desires; although he didn't need
immediate release upon awakening, feeling her trying to leave their bed had
sparked an unusual amount of need in him.  Eleanor writhed as he kissed
down her neck, her hands rubbing over the flexing muscles of his back as he
pleasured her.  There was something satisfying about having her acquiesce
to him, knowing that she had wanted to go above decks but that he could rouse
her body enough to change her mind.

Dragging his tongue across the soft satin of
her skin, he groaned as her legs parted further, his cock nudging at the damp
flesh of her sex as she opened to him.  The urge to shove deeply into her
and ride her was nearly overpowering but he beat it back. He would not start
his honeymoon with a quick fuck; by the end of this trip he wanted Eleanor to
be deeply content with their marriage and he was of the firm belief that
keeping her satisfied in the bedroom would assist mightily with that. He had
not forgotten her suggestion of separate households, a suggestion which still
made him feel somewhat panicked. While he didn't expect miracles when it came
to her attitude, indeed he would be fairly disappointed if she never needed
another spanking, he did want her to accept him and to do her best to please
him as he was doing his best to please her.

Sucking one rosy nipple into his mouth he
slid his right hand between their bodies and teased the slick folds of her
quim.  Eleanor's breath caught on a small cry as she shuddered, her hips
lifting to meet his fingers, her body demanding more pressure from him. 
Attending to each of her nipples in turn, wetting them with his tongue and
biting down gently to roll them between his teeth, Edwin made small circles
against her heated flesh with his fingers, never touching the little scrap of
flesh that ached for him the most.

"Edwin... Edwin
please
..."
Eleanor's back arched as her body twisted, trying to force Edwin's hand to
caress her in the way she needed, to bring her to the brink and push her over.

With his weight supported on one hand, the
other busily working between her thighs, Edwin leaned over her face so that he
could stare directly into the foggy sapphire crystal of her eyes. Her pupils
were large and black as she whimpered through swollen lips; although her eyes
were open he was quite sure that she wasn't truly seeing him.

"Please what Eleanor," he asked,
his breath wafting across her face, thumb stroking over the hood of her
clitoris, just enough to make her jerk but not enough to bring her to orgasm.
"Tell me what you need sweetheart."

"You... please... I need you inside
me... Edwin... take me...
please
..."

This lust-crazed plea, combined with the
raking of her nails down his chest, was more than he could have hoped
for.  His thumb thrummed across her clit, pressing down on the aching bud
and rubbing hard enough that she shrieked, eye lashes fluttering madly as her
body convulsed in ecstasy.  Maneuvering himself quickly, he pressed his
cock to her slick folds and impaled her with one hard thrust.  Eleanor
could barely breath, her body was so overcome with sensation as she was split
open in the middle of her climax, the pulsing rod sending her higher on a wave
of sensual bliss.