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*** New Author! ***
Business Proposal
Chapter One
By Jessica Wallace

Restlessly, Matt interjected. “Let’s not forget that we’ll be
evaluating the elimination of a number of jobs in the Marketing and
Business Development departments. This is a decision the company, and
Charlene and I take very seriously. Both projects have merit, and
they would both mean a number of jobs would no longer be needed. This
group is tasked with assessing each initiative and recommending a
course of action.”

With a dismissive wave toward Matt, Charlene stepped in. “Thank you
for the clarification, Matt; I think we should start by reviewing the
initial proposals.”

Matt shot a placating smile at Charlene. “Yes, I agree, Charlene.
I’ve put together a summary of the computer system proposal.” As he
spoke, he tried not to think about how annoyed he was with her. She
could be so patronizing and self-involved! It’s too bad she’s a
colleague, he thought. He had a sure fire cure for insolent young
ladies. He smirked as he pictured himself pulling her over his knee
for a lesson in manners.
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*** New Author! ***
Snogging Games
Chapter One
By M.D. Johnson

Ellen smiled conspiratorially at Anne. “You have to be able to give
up control to the man and just be sensual. That dominance play is
very sexy.”

“You have three things missing in that play scenario, Ellen.” Anne
wiggled her finger like a mother at her friend’s nose. “One, I enjoy
being in control, so finding the moment when I’m being passive is
going to be elusive. Maybe when I’ve been crying or concentrating on
helping my lover. Two, I don’t want my lover to ask me because I’m
not going to just allow it to happen. He’s going to have to want to
brand me as his mate for life when he does it because I’m not going
to let twenty-five different guys pull my panties off. And lastly,
number three… the sex better be as good as you say, or I’m coming
back to you to demand a full refund of my advice money.”

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*** New Author! ***
The County
By Cordelia

“Oh! Frank! That was great! You protected my honor! You’re my hero!”
cried Maggie. She thought her husband was so brave…

“I told you to shut up!” Frank said sternly. “What were you
thinking!?! You could have been hurt! For the love of God! You act
like you’re only five years old! And you’re gonna be treated like
that! Go back home and bare that butt of yours! Nose to the wall!
Now!”

Maggie left running and crying. None of his workers said a word. Not
even James. That meant she was in a lot of trouble.

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More Than She Bargained For

by Ginger Leigh

Chapter 10 – Burning Love

Let me up! Let me up this instant!

Rebecca, awakened from her lust induced haze when Jarrod stilled his hands, fought to get up. She lashed out; ashamed of what she considered ’saloon girl’ behavior on her part, angry over being spanked like a child by her new husband.

“Let me up, you . . . you bastard!”

With his wife’s use of that hated word, the word that had caused his brother Heath so much grief his whole life, Jarrod’s decision was made, his resolve returned. She had managed to wiggle her bottom half off his lap, but he still held her upper body pinned with his left hand and simply reached underneath her with his right and lifted her back where she belonged. In all the commotion, her gown had covered his target again – and again he lifted it out of the way while she objected, stridently.

“NO! No. It’s indecent Jarrod! Please don’t expose me. Don’t touch me there again!”

Jarrod realized that she was as much embarrassed by her reaction to his touching her intimately as she was angry over being spanked. He helped her stand up and led her to stand between his knees again, taking her hands in his. She wouldn’t look at him; she closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

When she did, he warned. “Don’t you ever let me hear that derogatory term you called me come out of your mouth again, do you understand me?”

She slowly nodded her head, and then said, “Jarrod, I’m sorry. It is not my custom to use such language. And I’m sorry that I pushed you into this marriage. It was a mistake. Tomorrow, you may have it annulled.

“Oh, may I?” His voice was tinged with sarcasm she didn’t get, because she answered, “Yes, you may.”

Still treating him like some kind of hired hand, giving him orders or permission to do this or that, she obviously could see no problem with it – but she would soon.

“You listen to me, Rebecca. Even though the circumstances leading to this marriage were . . . unique, it is not a mistake. I made the choice to marry you, and I am glad you are my wife. There will be no annulment.”

“But, Jarrod, you must not even like me, must not want to be with me. You . . . you spanked me!”

“And it won’t be the last time, of that I’m certain, but it isn’t because I don’t like you. It is because I do. In fact, I think I’m in love. You are a beautiful woman, Rebecca. You’ve so much to give, but are hindered by your self-centeredness. When I spank you, I am simply showing you the error of your ways.”

She hung her head, now looking dejected. She blurted out, “I’m an awful woman, behaving like a trollop just now!”

Jarrod raised her chin with his open palm so he could see her face and meet her eyes.

“Why do you say that, honey? Because you were responsive to your husband’s touch? It is perfectly natural, and it brings me pleasure to know I can pleasure you.”

“Really, Jarrod?”

“Yes, really, darling.”

“Oh.”

“Now,” Jarrod sandwiched her hands between his and then patted them.

“I have an apology to make to you, sweetheart. I apologize for becoming distracted in my task to tan your fanny. I am going to finish what I started. Then, we can get on with a more pleasurable activity – or sleep, whichever you want most when this is done.”

“But . . .”

Jarrod didn’t give her time to argue; he easily returned her to the former position, only this time she lay across only his left thigh and he placed his right leg over both of hers. He wasted no time picking up where he left off. He spanked her with solid swats of the hairbrush and at a steady pace in spite of her growing protests, concentrating on the spot where her thighs and bottom meet.

After about twenty swats, Rebecca wiggled on his lap and tried to kick; his legs held her fast. She tried to shield her bottom with her right hand; he hardly broke stride as he caught and pinned her wrist on her back again.

Jarrod knew it wasn’t going to take many more of the stinging blows to her bare behind to get her where he needed her to be. Within a few minutes, her vocalizations went from accusatory ranting (but no use of the forbidden word, he noted), to promises to be good, to panicky begging, and then to just plain crying.

He stopped and laid the brush on the bench at that point.  He stood as he helped her stand up, and hugged her, rubbing her back as she clutched fistfuls of his shirt and cried into his chest With his right hand he bunched up her gown at her waist so as to keep the cloth away from her smarting backside.

“All right, honey, we are done with that. Do we have an understanding now?”

“Yes . . . Sir,” she said between sniffles. She didn’t know why she used the title Sir. She never had used it before, not even with her father, but it seemed right to do so now. Jarrod liked the sound of it in this situation too.

She raised her arms to hug him back. Then she began to kiss his neck and ears and face; she felt like she wanted to eat him up. Jarrod took her face in his hands and kissed her salty cheeks, then deeply on the lips. She tugged his shirt out of his pants, impatient for him to be undressed. When she started pulling his shirt open without unbuttoning the buttons, he said, “Darling, wait a minute!

Jarrod was truly surprised how aggressive and hungry for sex she was all of a sudden. He had expected her to want to go to bed and sleep off the first bare-bottomed scorching she had ever received. However, he sure as hell wasn’t going to argue with what was happening.

He hastily unbuttoned his shirt and all their other clothing soon followed that shirt to the floor. Hot for one another, they made love; fierce, burning love over and over again. For the next two weeks Jarrod did whatever work he absolutely had to do, ate, sleep, and had sex with his wife - in the bedroom, in the dining room with her bent over the fine mahogany table, up against the wall in the drawing room, etc., etc., etc.

When they returned to Stockton, Jarrod’s family and Rebecca’s father were absolutely amazed at the transformed couple. Leaving two weeks ago as virtual strangers, they appeared now to be hopelessly in love with one another. Rebecca was different. She was sweet and deferential and . . . happy. Even her countenance was different. She was peaceful and content rather than peeved and snippy.

A few days after their return, Jarrod, Nick and Heath stood at the coral fence, looking over the horses the ranch had just acquired. Nick couldn’t stand it any longer, he had to know.

“Jarrod.”

“Yes, Brother Nick.”

“What happened to Rebecca while you were away? Why is she so much more human than when you left? What did you do to her?”

“Well, Nick, surely you don’t have to ask what a man does on his honeymoon with his wife?” Jarrod teased.

“It’s got to be more than that, Pappy, unless you are some powerful good lover!”

Jarrod just smiled, remembering his honeymoon – and looking forward to bedtime tonight.

“Well?”

“Well, what, Nick?” Jarrod teased again and Heath chuckled.

“The Secret. What’s your secret?”

“Actually, you know the secret, Nick. You suggested it. Said she was long overdue.”

Nick got a perplexed look on his face, trying to remember what his brother was talking about. Finally, it dawned on him.

“You spanked her?”

“First night we were together. Tanned her bare hide with the back of a hairbrush. Afterward – well, it was like I had flipped a switch of some kind. She . . . Jarrod looked around to make sure no one else was listening. Even though no one else was within earshot, he still lowered his voice. “She couldn’t get enough of me, if you know what I mean.”

Nick and Heath looked at Jarrod with awed expressions on their faces.

“Don’t ask me to explain it, Gentlemen. It is one of those mysteries of the universe.”

They returned to staring at the horses, each lost in his own, lascivious, thoughts.

At the same time a similar conversation was happening with Rebecca and her father in Miss Victoria’s rose garden. She answered the question a different way.

“Let’s just say, Father, that you were right. When I married Jarrod Barkly, I got more than I bargained for. Much more than I bargained for, but exactly what I needed.”
The End
Thank you again to Ginger Leigh!  I hope you all enjoyed the story.

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?

More Than She Bargained For

by Ginger Leigh

Chapter 8 - Hide and Seek

An hour after he’d helped Rebecca out of her bath Jarrod put his work away, blew out the lamps downstairs, and made his way to the bedroom. There was a light in the hallway but when he opened his bedroom door, all was dark in there. He smiled to himself.

She’s still concerned about modesty.

He lit the lamp next to the bed expecting to find Rebecca there waiting for him. The bed was empty. He looked around the room. She wasn’t there. He looked in the bathing room. No Rebecca. He noticed her new hairbrush and mirror still on the table next to the tub. He picked those up and placed them back in the master bedroom on the dresser before he continued this unwanted game of hide and seek.

He found her in the guest bedroom. The light from the hall illuminated her form when he opened the door wide. She was lying on her side on the far side of the bed looking away from the door. She had pulled up the covers to cover everything except the top half of her head.

“Oh, no you don’t, Rebecca,” he quietly said as he walked around the bed. He pulled a chair close, sat down and leaned in toward her.

“Rebecca,” he called. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

Rebecca groaned a little groan and wrinkled her brow.

Jarrod smiled; the cute sound and face was like something a little girl would do. He leaned in closer and spoke close to her ear, “Rebecca.”

She shrugged her shoulders up toward her ears.

He leaned in again, this time he suckled her earlobe. The sensation of wetness and hot air in her ear caused Rebecca’s eyes to fly open. He leaned back in the chair and smiled at her. She stared at him, wide-eyed.

“There you are, my love. Time to come to bed.”

Rebecca did not move, except to pull the covers closer up toward her neck.

“But I am in bed. Why did you wake me? What time it is?”

“You are in the wrong bed. I woke you so you could get into our bed. The time? Time for us to get to know one another . . . well.”

“But . . . but I’m not ready, Jarrod. And, I’m . . . I’m tired. Can’t we just wait?”

“Actually, darling, you have had a two hour nap. You should be well rested for what comes next. There is no need to wait any longer. Come along.”

Jarrod stood and moved the chair back to where he got it from and left the room.

Rebecca started to panic. She had toyed with men since she was about 15 years old; they buzzed around her like honey bees around a flower. She now realized she had had no idea what she was doing; she really knew nothing about – sex. Now she was married, Jarrod was her husband. He wanted to have her in his bed. What did that mean, really? Now she missed the mother who died when she was very young more than ever. Her governess had tried to explain the marriage act, but she made it seem so . . . mechanical and unfeeling. If that was the case, why was her heart racing and why did she feel all funny . . . down there.

Maybe if I pretend I’ve drifted off to sleep again, when he comes back to check on me he’ll feel sorry for me and let me sleep.

Rebecca snuggled back under the covers and closed her eyes.

Maybe he’ll get tired of waiting for me and just go on to sleep himself.

Rebecca gasped when the covers were jerked off her. She never heard him re-enter the room.

“You don’t listen, or mind, very well, do you, Rebecca?”

“I . . . I . . . OH!” she exclaimed when he reached under her knees and shoulders and picked her up.

Her arms flew around his neck to hold on as he turned from the bed and walked briskly out the door of the guest room, down the hall and into the master bedroom. He was still fully clothed and his shoes sounded smartly on the wooden floor. Rebecca was afraid of him all of a sudden, was he going to rape her? At the moment, she felt like that might be a real possibility.

Regret settled over her heart. Regret that she had naively picked this man out like he was some pretty bobble in a fancy store. She had been so smugly satisfied when she had gotten her way, but it was becoming obvious that she had been playing with fire, and now, she was going to get burned.

More Than She Bargained For

by Ginger Leigh

Chapter 7 - No Locked Doors

Ahhh, now this is more like it . . . Rebecca mused as she luxuriated in the sweet smelling, bubbly, hot bath.

Within minutes of meeting Jarrod Barkley, she knew he was a man who could pamper her in the ways to which she was accustomed. He was a cut above, classy and debonair, his movements full of grace. His deep, honeyed voice was a delight to her ears. He was highly educated and therefore someone she could have an intelligent conversation with, and he was an accomplished, wealthy professional.

Handsome, he had striking features, including the unusual combination of jet-black hair and cerulean blue eyes. After being in his presence for the first time, she had wanted him for her own, and, as was usually true, whatever she wanted, she got. However, even she, very used to getting her way, had been amazed at how quickly she had been married to this man of her dreams.

While she enjoyed the victory of bagging her quarry, somewhere in the back of her mind the truth lingered. She was the one who had been caught in her own trap. She thought about the feeling she’d had earlier that somewhere underneath that cool, charming exterior of his lay some edginess, some masculine . . . wildness about him, subject to no female manipulation or demand.

Rebecca took in her surroundings. He was, however, well on his way to knowing how to please me. He drew this wonderful bath for me, didn’t he? Seven lighted candles cast a relaxing glow on the water, making the bubbles shimmer. A fluffy white towel lay on the small table next to the claw-footed tub and a white robe, made of silk, hung on the back of the door.

A gift of an oval-shaped ebony hairbrush and hand mirror lay on a small table next to the tub. She picked up the brush and pulled it through her hair. She loved the way it felt in her hand; it had a solid, weighted feel to it, and she loved the way the bristles tamed her long, dark locks. No, she convinced herself; I’m sure Jarrod will be just as indulgent as father has been all my life.

A soft knock on the door startled her. She slid down in the water, hiding herself with bubbles, but then she relaxed, remembering she had locked the door.

“Just a moment, Jarrod dear, I’m not finished bathing.”

The door opened anyway and Rebecca starred at her new husband, her mouth slightly agape.

“I beg your pardon,” she exclaimed as she positioned her arms to shield her breasts from his lascivious view. “I said I’m not finished! Moreover, I locked that door! Do you not know the meaning of privacy?”

He held up a key in his hand.

“There will be no locked doors between us, Rebecca Louise.”

She didn’t know what to say at that declaration. He moved toward her; she slipped down in the water until it was up to her chin. He shook his head, smiling at her. He picked up the towel, opened it up, and held it that way.

“You’ve been in the tub long enough, my love. It is time to get out and go to bed.”

Rebecca had a discussion with herself. Part of her wanted to make his ears ring with a few well-chosen words. She had developed quite an arsenal of biting comments over the years intended to put an offending man in his place.

Yet, she had never been in a situation quite like this. Jarrod was her husband, after all, she had to keep reminding herself, not just another suitor vying for her affection at a dance.

He shook the towel, saying, “Come on, honey, before the water gets cold and you catch a chill.”

“Just put the towel down,” she instructed. I will get out when you leave.”

He shook the open towel and said in a no nonsense tone, “You’ll get out now. I’ll not ask you again, Rebecca.”

“Oh, very well,” she relented, miffed by his insistence. “Close your eyes.”

“No.”

“No! And why not? Seems like a simple enough request to me! Why do you insist on disregarding my desire for modesty, sir?”

“Because, beautiful, I am your husband. I have every right to drink in every inch of your gloriously naked, soapy, wet, body.”

Rebecca swallowed hard; she felt flush. She placed her hands on the side of the tub and lifted herself up; she stared at the wall in front of her, at the candlelight flickering there. She felt suds cascade down her body and into the water once she was standing and she felt Jarrod’s eyes roaming up and down her nude form.

Strong, warring emotions fought each other in her mind. She was shy about her nakedness in front of this man, her husband, yet she felt adored and utterly feminine. She was mad at not getting her way, yet, at the same time, she experienced a strange little thrill in submitting herself to his will.

He stepped closer to the tub and wrapped the towel around her; it just barely came to the top of her thighs. She grasped the ends of the towel at her neck to hold it closed and, with his aid, she stepped out of the tub.

“That’s my girl,” he crooned near her ear before he took a little portion of her earlobe in his mouth and bit it gently, making her shiver. He took the robe from the door and held it out for her. She clasped the towel with one hand, put her arm through the arm of the robe, and then switched to do the same on the other side.

“Now, I’ve got just a few more loose ends to tie up with work downstairs, but I will be on to bed soon.

He smiled, kissed his wife briefly, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

After Jarrod left, Rebecca stood in the little puddle that had formed at her feet when she exited the tub. She felt weak in the knees and her heart was pounding. Even though the room was chilly, growing warmth radiated from the core of her body.

Not accustomed to sexual desire, she misunderstood it, thinking she was just nervous over what happens in the marriage bed. She intended to bury herself under the covers of the bed and feign sleep—in the guest room, before her husband came back upstairs. This had all happened too quickly. She just wasn’t ready to consummate the marriage; he’d just have to understand.

After Jarrod had shut the door to the bathing room, he had to wait a moment before he could walk comfortably. He took a deep breath and tried to think of something other than his bride’s nakedness. It wasn’t easy. It had taken every once of discipline he possessed not to take her up against the wall, right where she stood; his desire was that strong. He headed downstairs after adjusting his pants because they were still too tight in certain places.

He knew Rebecca was nervous; he wasn’t sure what information she had about the physical relationship between husband and wife, seeing how she was raised without a mother or even sisters in the house. He determined he would maintain his discipline for her and take things slow. He smiled to himself over what was in store for her.

His spoiled bride didn’t know it yet, but tonight her husband was going to take her in hand, in more ways than one. He was going to light the fire of love in her, and the first place she would feel that fire, for her own good, was on her impertinent little backside. 

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