Claiming His Wife (41 page)

A futile exercise.  Hugh easily
grabbed her hands and held them in place in the small of her back,
leaving her to kick and cry as her stinging bottom was assaulted in
an entirely new way.

"You're a people pleaser,
sweetheart, and I understand that, but the very first person you
need to please is
me
.  You need to choose me over your friends, especially
when they're doing something that could be harmful to them, even if
it's not particularly harmful to you.  Don't just say 'yes' to
everything they suggest, use your own judgment."

That was certainly something no one
had ever said to Irene before.  All her life she'd always had
to say yes to whatever her parents wanted - mostly what her mother
wanted.  Now she mostly said yes to whatever Hugh wanted.
 But then, there were times when she told him no or asked him
for something different.  Most of the time, he didn't mind and
it had made her braver. 

Why hadn't she been able to do that
with her friends?  Was she worried that they would no longer
like her afterwards?

Why did she trust that Hugh would
still love her, but worried that they wouldn't?

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
 SMACK!

Her introspective thoughts flew out of
her head as Hugh flipped the brush back over her brought it down on
her bottom with firm, crisp swats that had her howling again.
 The rubbing bristles had made her skin feel even more
sensitive than before, and she was soon kicking her legs and
begging him to stop.  His point had been made.  She
needed to stop letting herself be drawn into the wild schemes of
her friends - she wasn't going to be a snitch, but she could
certainly try to convince them not to do things.  And not
allow herself to be drawn into their schemes even if she couldn't
persuade them otherwise.

From the way her bottom was burning,
this wasn't a lesson she would soon forget.

Although, when Hugh was finished
blistering her bottom, and he tossed the hairbrush aside, she
forgot everything but the burning meld of pain and pleasure as he
climbed between her legs and pounded her into the bed, heedless of
her throbbing bottom as it bounced against the surface beneath her.
 Clawing at his back, Irene screamed his name as she came,
pulsing around his cock before he emptied what felt like a gallon
of seed into her waiting womb.

Nine months later, he was willing to
swear that was the day their daughter had been conceived, which
would account for her stubborn, wild ways.

******

Seething, Alex had led Grace's horse
back to the stable, reigns firmly in his hand, while she haughtily
maintained icy composure.  She hadn't been very hard to catch.
 His Gracie was a passing horsewoman, but in comparison to
Irene or Eleanor, or himself, she wasn't able to hold her own.
 Alex would have been hesitant to let her participate in a
horse race even if she hadn't been pregnant.

Her hauteur only made his palm itch to
turn her over his knee and break her ice princess shell.  It
was a facade that rarely came out any more, not since they'd spent
months together, rebuilding their relationship on his estate.
 When it did, he had no hesitation about spanking it out of
her.

It seemed that she thought her
condition would protect her, much as it had protected Eleanor
during her own pregnancy.  There was a definite air of triumph
about her.  Taking the wind out of her sails was going to be
immensely satisfying.

He spotted Edwin leading Eleanor back
to the stables, seated behind her on the horse she'd been using,
with his barebacked filly following sedately behind.  However,
he didn't take any time to watch them, instead he dragged Grace
into the house, making one quick stop in the kitchen.  It was
obvious from the confusion on her face that she had no idea what he
might want with peeled ginger root.  

"You can't mean to spank
me!"

Grace looked both shocked and outraged
when he ordered her to strip and turn herself over his knee.
 Raising his eyebrows, Alex held his position on the chair he
was sitting on, and silently lifted his finger, indicating that
she'd better hurry.  She glared at him.

"But I'm pregnant!"

"So?"

"Edwin loved Eleanor enough not to
spank her when she was pregnant!"

"No, Edwin worried about
Eleanor's health enough not to want to distress her.  She had
a difficult pregnancy from the beginning."  He smiled smugly.
 "You, on the other hand, haven't had a single problem.
 If anything, you're healthier than ever.  Besides, he
still found ways to discipline her.  But I'll be damned if I
am going to punish myself by depriving myself of watching you
climax for me.  So you're getting a spanking."

And a figging, but he wasn't sure that
she understood what the finger of ginger was for, even though he
was shaping it into a nice, tapered plug.  Wesley had been a
font for interesting ideas on creative ways to punish a wife, and
for all Alex's talk, he wasn't going to be too harsh with Gracie
even if she was the picture of glowing health.  For putting
herself and their unborn child in danger, she deserved a strapping
at the very least.  Instead, she was going to get a figging
and a spanking.

Grace blushed at Alex's comment about
watching her climax.  It was true.  She'd found that her
husband loved nothing more than to bring her off with his hands or
mouth, just so he could see her orgasm, before sinking into her and
watching her cream herself on his cock.  Watching her find
pleasure aroused him like nothing else.  

She knew she was arguing just for
argument's sake though - although she had had a flash of insecurity
for just a moment.  Over the past months, she'd been spanked
quite a bit, constantly feeling the need to push at him just to
make sure that his feelings were still true.  Alex was
consistent and firm, which was just what she needed to settle
herself back down again.  A spanking, some thorough
love-making, and Grace's lingering doubts would be laid to rest all
over again.  Although she hadn't tried to run, ever.  She
hadn't needed to.  Alex dealt with minor transgressions
quickly and firmly enough that she felt constantly
loved.

The only time he hadn't
spanked her, when she thought he would, was when she mouthed off to
her father.  They'd gone to London for a week and Alex had
invited her family over to dinner.  It had been wonderful to
see her mother and sisters, but her father had been stiffly cold
and formal.  That hadn't bothered her.  But when he'd
made a disparaging remark to her younger sister Adeline, because
she didn't want to eat one of the jellies, Grace's temper had
flared up.  She'd been downright rude, but Alex had not only
cut her father off from berating her, he hadn't even spanked her
afterwards.  If anything he'd been proud of her.

The funniest part had been that her
father hadn't even been able to show his displeasure by cutting off
his business with Alex.  He needed her husband too much.
 At the end of the night, Alex had made it clear that the
Duchess and her daughters were welcome at their house any time, in
fact, he insisted on it at least once a week when they were in
London.  Her father had looked like he was choking, but he'd
agreed that it was good to keep family ties in place.
 

Good for business was what he meant.
 Grace hadn't realized just how much her father needed the
deal with Alex to keep his own finances above board.  After
they'd returned to the estate, she'd kept in touch with her sisters
and mother through letters, the first time she'd been able to do so
in years.

So no, she didn't really question
Alex's love for her most of the time.  Little doubts niggled
on occasion, but he always laid them to rest.  Of course he
loved her just as much as Edwin loved Eleanor, and he'd never risk
her health or safety.  Unlike Eleanor, she hadn't had a single
twinge of morning sickness, she wasn't even fatigued.  She
wasn't showing yet either, not really, although her stomach had
become a bit rounded.  It would be no hardship to lie over
Alex's lap, and she trusted him enough not to spank her so hard
that it would be any danger to the baby.

She stripped, watching him with the
ginger, wondering what he was doing.  Was he going to make her
eat it?  That seemed a possibility.  Cynthia had
mentioned Wesley soaping her mouth the last time he'd overheard her
cursing.  But Grace liked hot food, especially since she'd
become pregnant, she'd started craving it.  A bit of raw
ginger wasn't going to be any real punishment.

Once Alex had her over his lap and it
was pushing at her bottom hole, she changed her mind.
 

"Stop that!"  She
shrieked.

Alex just grinned at the
outraged propriety in her voice.  She was more upset about him
putting something in her cute, crinkled rosebud at the moment, but
in a minute she was going to understand why he was doing it.
 Holding her firmly in place, he swiftly inserted the thin
finger of ginger.  He'd notched it, the way Wesley had told
him to, and her anus snapped around the notch, leaving just a bit
outside.

Grabbing her wrists, he
tutted at her.  "You brought this upon yourself, Gracie.
 You should know better than to engage in horse races when
you're
enceinte
.
 What if you'd been thrown?  Or jostled?"

"The only danger to me was you," she
snapped back, tightening her muscles and trying to buck.  The
sudden burn inside of her rear channel, as her muscles clenched,
had her gasping.  "Ow!  Ow!  That hurts, make it
stop!"

The frantic sound of her voice and her
writhing movements had Alex's cock rubbing against her side as she
tried to dislodge the ginger root.  He could see her bottom
working to push it out, making her cry out as it burned even
more.

"Just relax, it will burn less the
more you relax," he said, making sure that he had a firm hold on
his wife and her wrists as he raised his hand.  With that
advice, he brought his hand down firmly on her backside, careful to
catch her full on the cheek without jostling the
ginger. 

Grace cried out as he began peppering
her bottom, going back and forth between the cheeks, making it
impossible for her to relax.  The ginger was going to work on
her insides, her bottom feeling strange with something inside of
it, especially something that was burning her sensitive innards!
 She howled, begged, and pleaded, twisting as Alex spanked
her.

Surprisingly, the spanking seemed to
help with the ginger, making her burn on the outside and
distracting her from the growing furnace between her cheeks.
 Her legs kicked, churning, as she tried to escape the twin
fires, but Alex had an iron grip on her, and his hand just kept
coming down with firm, stinging swats.  The juices of the
ginger were leaking down to her pussy, making it swell and tingle,
her natural juices flowing from the combination of the ginger and
Alex's domination over her. 

No matter how hard he spanked her, she
was always aroused at the end of it... but this felt so much more
intense.  Maybe because her rear aperture was filled, but her
pussy wasn't.  That didn't stop it from hurting though.
 Alex spanked her until her bottom was throbbing, feeling just
as swollen and hot as her pussy, but for an entirely different
reason. 

Tears were leaking down
her face and onto the floor as she cried out, reduced to incoherent
cries and sobs.  It hurt, and she was already promising
herself inside of her head that she wasn't going to do anything
even remotely dangerous for the rest of her pregnancy.  She'd
almost prefer a strapping over that infernal ginger that burned
even hotter every time she clenched around it.

Finishing the spanking with five swats
to Grace's sit spots, Alex thought his cock was going to burst.
 Her bottom was a bright flaming red, and yet even when the
spanking stopped she couldn't keep from writhing.  The ginger
was burning her from the inside out.  The effects on her pussy
were incredibly arousing, he could see the plump, dark pink lips
between her slightly parted legs, ready and waiting for
him.

It took him less than a minute to pull
his cock from his breeches - he'd already undone them while Grace
had disrobed - and pull her up so that she was facing him,
straddling his lap.  Both of her hands were still behind her
back, he held her wrists tightly, which thrust her breasts at him,
tempting him with her cherry nipples.

"Wait!" Grace cried out, trying to
pull away, her thighs already burning from the effort of not
sinking down on top of him.  Her knees were bent, but he
wouldn't allowed her to straighten completely, and she refused to
lower herself.  "Take out the ginger."

"No."

The denial was swift and firm, and
then he leaned forward to take her nipple between his teeth, using
his leverage to push her down onto his cock.  Grace's head
fell back and she cried out as gravity forced her down onto him,
his thick length sliding in easily thanks to her ample lubrication.
  His free hand squeezed her bottom, fingers seeking out the
ginger. 

The sharp stinging pain wrapped around
her pleasure, enhancing it, as she was forced to ride him.
 Her nipples were tortured by his lips and teeth, her pussy
filled and pleasured by his cock, the ginger in her ass pumped back
and forth even as he squeezed her burning bottom cheeks.  The
strange feeling of two things sliding in and out of her, both of
them burning in different ways, had her shuddering and sobbing with
the overwhelming mix of sensations.