More Than She Bargained For
by Ginger Leigh
Chapter 9 – Meet Your Husband
Jarrod’s first thought as he approached the bed was to toss his naughty new wife upon it just for the satisfaction of seeing her response. However, her head was buried in his shoulder and she was hanging on to his neck so tightly, her body so tense, he thought he might have frightened her. He intended she respect him, but fear and respect were two different things. He sat down on the bench at the end of the bed, gently, with her still in his arms.
Neither husband nor wife moved for a moment; both stayed still long enough to catch their breath.
“Look at me,” he stated quietly but as a command.
When she did so, Jarrod knew he was correct about her being frightened.
“You’ve nothing to fear, darling. I’m only going to love you, as a husband loves a wife.”
Jarrod reached up and pulled one of her hands from around his neck. He kissed her palm and then placed that hand in her lap. Brushing her long dark curls off of her face he said, “Rebecca, you are a beautiful woman, did you know that?”
She smiled like she’d heard that compliment many times before.
“Yes, I suspect you do. I’m sure you’ve been told that often enough,” he said as he picked up and kissed her hand again. He replaced her hand to her lap but held on to it this time.
“Have you also been told that your general character and behavior are atrocious, and that you are arrogant and selfish and as stubborn as a mule?”
Angry at the unexpected insult, Rebecca scowled. She tried to get off his lap and away from his hold on her. He allowed her to stand but captured both her hands in his and pinned her hips between his knees, facing him.
“Be still and listen to me, Rebecca. This is something you need to hear so you will understand the why of what I’m about to do.”
Rebecca didn’t know what he was going to do, but she did know she didn’t like the ominous tone with which he was talking to her. She wiggled and tried to pull her hands away from his. He told her again to be still. When she didn’t, he pulled her over his left thigh, delivered five sharp whacks to her behind and stood her up again before Rebecca knew what hit her. She looked at him with blinking eyes, shocked that he would do such a thing.
“Now, will you be still and listen to me or do you need more encouragement to do so?” he asked sternly. She didn’t answer, but she stood as still as a statue. Jarrod took her hands again.
“Rebecca, before I met you, your father confessed to me that you were extraordinarily spoiled and that he had done you an injustice by giving in to your every whim as you were growing up.”
Rebecca frowned and turned her head away. Her father lamented that she was spoiled to her, but she felt betrayed he would say so to someone else.
“Look at me,” Jarrod admonished again.
“It is true, Rebecca, and I believe you know it too. You are self-centered and hell-bent on getting your way in every situation.”
Rebecca wanted to be angry at him and refute what he was saying, but she couldn’t, because she knew he was right. For the first time she could remember, Rebecca felt ashamed of her behavior; including the behavior that landed her here, married to a man she didn’t even know. Tears began to form in her eyes. Jarrod took that as a good sign. He didn’t intend to tear her down, but at the same time, he wanted her to face the truth.
As if he had been reading her mind, Jarrod continued. “Rebecca, it is time for you to meet your husband. My name is Jarrod Thomas Barkley and I am not a man who will tolerate your selfish, willful, spoiled behavior or disrespectful tongue. The sooner you understand that about me, the happier you will be as an individual, and the happier will be as a couple.”
“All right, Jarrod. I understand,” replied a subdued Rebecca. She really did feel motivated to be a better person. It was the first time she had ever been confronted this way.
Jarrod stood and placed his hands on her upper arms, rubbing them a moment. She looked up at him and he spoke to her with eyes full of compassion and resolve.
“Darling, I know you think you understand. But I am going to help you truly understand. It may, or may not need to be repeated. That depends entirely on you.”
Jarrod sat back down in the middle of the bench.
“Bring me your new hairbrush, honey, from the dresser there,” he pointed.
Rebecca was so confused. Did he want to brush her hair? How was that going to help her understand what he was talking about? She did as he said. He took the hairbrush from her and set it on the bench next to him and looked at her again.
Rebecca Louisa, I am going to spank you, so you will know how it feels to have your fanny tanned. You need to understand that you will find yourself over my knee again and again if your ill-tempered behavior persists. Hopefully, you’ll choose to mend your ways rather than continue to be spanked like a naughty child.
“But . . . but you already did that!” Rebecca exclaimed, backing up.
“No, I swatted you for refusing to stand still. Now you are going to be turned over my knee and spanked with the hairbrush until I’m sure we have an understanding.”
Jarrod reached forward and grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward him. She resisted his pull.
“But, Jarrod, I’ll be good, I promise, please don’t spank me!”
“I’m sorry, honey, but it is like Nick said—you are long overdue.”
In spite of her protests and struggles, 25 year old Rebecca Louise Barkley found herself lying facedown, a little cattycornered, across her husband’s lap. Her upper body was to his side and supported by the bench. She was pinned and made basically immobile by his left arm on her back. His left hand held her right wrist at the small of her back. She felt him lay the hairbrush against her nightgown-covered bottom and tried once more to wrestle free, but it was useless.
Jarrod rubbed her bottom with the brush in a circular motion for a few seconds, and then he started to spank. At first, Rebecca just willed herself to take the indignity and get it over with, but the longer he spanked, the more intense the sting became. She began to kick, and shout.
“Stop. Stop it, Jarrod. YOU’RE HURTING ME! Just wait until I tell my father about this!”
Jarrod stopped and said, “You just plan on that, Rebecca. I’m sure he’ll thank me.”
Rebecca, thinking that was the end of it, felt Jarrod tug at her cotton gown, causing it to rise up her legs. Then, to her mortification, he lifted it up over her bottom.
“What are you doing? Stop! “NO!” she shouted when Jarrod deftly undid her bloomers with one hand and then pulled them off completely in spite of her trying to hold on them with her legs. The new bride’s face flushed from the embarrassment of having her bottom bare before her new husband.
What was worse was that when he had pulled down her bloomers, he shifted her forward, which caused her bottom to be even more prominently exposed. She knew he could see her most intimate parts. He was still for a moment, obviously enjoying the view. Rebecca startled when he placed his large hand on her bottom.
She braced herself, waiting for him to continue the spanking, but he only rubbed and caressed her. Rebecca’s body began to betray her and the anger she felt at being in this position as he rubbed and grabbed and massaged her warm bottom.
“Hmmm, such a lovely picture you paint like this, darling. Your bottom is so pretty, especially in this shade of pink.”
The combination of hearing Jarrod’s voice uttering sensual words and the continued ministrations of his hand caused Rebecca to feel completely wanton. She instinctively parted her thighs, aching for him to touch her even more intimately.
Jarrod smiled to himself at the gesture. He hadn’t meant to stop spanking his wife until she was truly repentant and now he was definitely distracted. He was just a bit surprised at her lusty response to his wandering hand. She had been so resistant to sex earlier – and a spanking has changed all that? Interesting, he mused.
“What is it you’re looking for, love? What do you want? For me to touch you here, perhaps?”
Jarrod’s fingers wandered to her most private place. She moaned a little “Ohhh” and he was suddenly in full blown arousal himself, wishing he was without the clothing that was now pinching him.
“Oh, Rebecca, darling, you are so warm and moist down here . . . do you know what that means?”
She didn’t answer, her breathing was becoming rapid.
“It means you are ready for me.” He inserted his fingers deep into her, in and out, rubbing her little button in between ins and outs. She pushed herself up from the bench with her unfettered left hand, arching her back and opening herself up to him even more.
Jarrod removed his hand reluctantly and rested it on her bottom. She intoned just above a whisper, “Please, don’t stop. It feels so good, Jarrod.”
He was in a quandary. When Rebecca pulled the stunt she did at the ranch last night, announcing their upcoming marriage when she had only known him for a few hours and when no such thing had been planned, he had decided then and there that he was going to turn the tables, marry her, and on their first night together, give her a blistering spanking she wouldn’t soon forget in order to set her on the path to becoming a more loving and less selfish person.
He had only gotten started with that spanking and now they were both sexually aroused. Should he just take her to bed now? Or finish that blistering first, while he had her in this position?
How angry was she going to be when he really lit into her? Would her budding sexual desire wane completely after he hurt her – and he would hurt her; being spanked on the bare with that hairbrush was going to burn like hell before it was all over with. He decided there was no way he was going to take her sexually against her will, so the consummation of the marriage may have to wait until her anger subsides – and how long would that take?
What to do? He had to decide, she was starting to squirm over his lap, wanting up. Which will it be tonight, Jarrod asked himself. Spanking? Or sex?
