His Spoilt Lady (11 page)

Linnett tried
to pull back. She had no wish for a repeat performance of the
previous night, but John slipped his arms around her holding her
closely pressed her up against his muscled body leaving her no room
for manoeuvre.

As the kiss
progressed, Linnett relaxed into his arms and, somewhere in the
centre of her being, warmth began to build. Mounting heat flooded
through her veins. John moved his hand down her back in slow
sensual strokes until he reached her lovely, womanly buttocks;
gently, he squeezed them and pulled her against the length of his
body. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes, which had flown
open as he broke away from the kiss. His eyes held hers fast, and
she was mesmerised. His compelling gaze darkened with desire, and
he traced the shape of her parted lips with a finger. “You are so
lovely…. your body is made for love, Linnett, do not fear… I want
you so much, and tonight will be different....I promise you.”

Linnett started
to pull back from his embrace, but John held her fast. He stepped
back and sat upon the bed, cradling her on his lap. Carefully, he
opened the front of her dress and then her shift ribbons. He
completely freed her delectable breasts, his hands catching them as
they spilled free of the filmy material. Weighing them in his
hands, he moved his thumbs over her nipples, making them stand out
in rosy peaks. Linnett drew in her breath sharply, feeling
strangely warm and languid. She was also nervously aware that she
had nowhere to escape to and so she submitted to her husband’s
attentions.

Lowering his
head, John kissed his wife long and lingeringly, God, she was
lovely, he thought as his hands gently caressed her erect nipples.
Her arms crept upwards and wound themselves around his neck. John
moved one of his hands down to her lap and pulled her skirts
upwards. Linnett watched, breathless, as his hands disappeared
beneath the white lace of her petticoat, sliding up her parted
inner thighs stroking the velvet skin above her stockings, his
fingers tantalisingly brushing against her soft womanly mound
hidden beneath her drawers. Linnett was immobilised by the
sensations that John was arousing deep within her.

Then John
deftly lifted the silken dress up and over her head and threw it
aside; she gasped with surprise, but he quickly he resumed his
attentions. John turned his head, nipping Linnett’s neck and
rolling her over so that they lay across the bed. She squealed,
lying on her back with her legs flung high over his hip, open and
at his mercy. John bent his head to her breasts, skilfully biting
and sucking at her swollen nipples. He placed his hand above her
knee and stroked his way high up her leg until he again reached the
soft skin of her inner thighs. He pulled at the ribbon on her
pantaloons loosening them and sliding them down from under her
hips.

Heat curled
through the centre of her womanhood, unsettling Linnett so that she
snapped her legs shut. John parted her with a firm and knowing
hand, exploring her, arousing her with gentle, questing fingers,
until she was slick and wet with her desire, lost in fathomless
delight. John pushed up her shift, his kisses trailing down her
body. He held her as she writhed against him and then held her legs
firmly apart as he lowered his head between her thighs. His tongue
probed the hot pulsing heart of her passion, finding and teasing
the small nub of her desire. His searching tongue tantalised her
senses, sending her spiralling into a vortex of ecstasy such as she
could never have imagined. Her back arched, as wave after wave of
delicious pulsing pleasure washed over her. Linnett cried out his
name and John marvelled at her sweet surrender. His throat
constricted with emotion as he watched her yield herself to passion
for the very first time.

Afterwards, as
she lay bathed in a gleam of perspiration, her white shift screwed
up around her waist, legs thrown apart, head flung to one side, he
kissed her neck, murmuring his love for her. Her gorgeous hair, a
pool of gleaming honey with soft, silken, tendrils trailed over the
creamy mounds of her breasts, nipples taut, exposed in the frothy
opening of her shift. John ached with the need to mate her; she was
irresistible, ravishing. He stood up and peeled off his clothes,
turning to face her so that she saw that his manhood pulsed with a
life of its own.

“Yes, look at
me, wife,” he commanded. Linnett opened her eyes and gazed at him.
Never having seen a man naked, she was fascinated and her eyes went
straight to that livid pulsing hardness that testified to his
desire for her. How proud it stood beneath his belly, how dark and
huge. Were all men made so? she wondered. Her eyes travelled down
John’s long powerful legs covered in dark curling hair, his flat
hard stomach, his wide and well-muscled chest, covered with the
same dark curling hair, his broad shoulders and strong arms.
Linnett’s gaze finally travelled to his face, a dark lean face.

Disconcertingly, he watched her with those hooded inscrutable grey
eyes, his stare unwavering. John moved purposefully towards the
bed. Shyly, nervously, Linnett moved over to accommodate him. He
gathered her into his arms, kissing and caressing her. He began to
build her passions once again, his deft fingers soon working their
magic. She was quivering, wet and open with desire. John moved
above her, and this time she parted her legs willingly, welcoming
him as he guided himself to her waiting cleft.

With vigorous
force, he drove into her yielding softness. Linnett raised her
hips, meeting thrust for thrust, wanting him, needing him.

“Now,” he
whispered hoarsely, “now... you are mine.”

Then he plunged
himself deep into her, his strokes carrying them both to heights of
ecstasy unimagined by Linnett’s virginal mind. She writhed beneath
his pounding body, clinging to him, her anchor in a sea of
turbulent pleasure, her very consciousness fragmented; she cried
out as she hovered deliciously on a crest of indescribable joy, his
voice joined with hers as he soared, suspended in the molten heat
of his own climax.

Afterwards,
raising himself up on his elbows, John placed his hands either side
of her face and pushed the damp hair back from her flushed cheeks.
Studying her, he was delighted to have found that she possessed
such a great capacity for love. “Your eyes have changed colour,
they are a smoky green... just like the ocean depths. Do you know
sweeting… that you are made to be loved?”

Linnett nuzzled
his neck. “Is it... always this way between men and women?” she
asked him shyly.

“No, not
always.” he replied. “I knew it would be this way with us the first
time when . . . ”

“I remember,”
she shuddered, pulling a face as she thought of the previous
night.

“No, I was
about to say, when I first kissed you on the balcony.”

Linnett looked
very nonplussed. “But I kicked and punched you after that kiss!”
she insisted.

John grinned.
“Yes, you were as surprised as I at your response to that kiss…
which made me realise that you were not the wanton that I took you
to be. You were as attracted to me as much as I was attracted to
you.”

Linnett nodded.
“I was so confused by that kiss, because I disliked you so much...
and actually, I think I was a little afraid of you as well.”

John raised an
eyebrow. “Afraid, hmm, was that before or after our...disagreement
in the coach?”

Linnett flushed
a deep shade of red. “Before actually….. I hated you afterwards!
However,” she added impudently, “I now think perhaps I might have
misjudged you slightly. You might be... just a man after all and
not the tyrant I thought you to be.”

“What!”
exclaimed John in mock surprise “Can I believe what I am hearing?
My wife does not believe me to be a tyrant? Oh, but now I must
prove her so very wrong!”

Linnett giggled
and hit him playfully. “I admit,” she told him, “I may have
misjudged you, but you did give me just cause, treating me so
abominably.”

John nodded
sagely. “Ah yes, the spanking.... you so richly deserved!”

“I most
certainly did not!” squealed Linnett.

“Oh, but you
most certainly did, young lady, and I will admit that I enjoyed the
exercise immensely, so much so, I thought it most kind of you to
give me cause to indulge once again!

“So now,
Linnett, I propose to repeat the process. Come and lie over my lap,
there’s a good girl, and let’s get this over with.”

John watched,
amused, as Linnett’s face flushed bright red and she bit her bottom
lip before she began to move surreptitiously away from him towards
the edge of the bed. Linnett guiltily recalled the damaged shirts
in the chest; oh what on earth had she been thinking of and what
was she to do now? Before Linnett could even formulate a plan,
John’s hand shot out and gripped Linnett’s wrist firmly.

“Did you think
for one moment that I would let that nasty little prank go
unpunished, my dear?” he asked her with one eyebrow raised. When
there was no reply, he shook her wrist. “When you threw water over
me today, I let your behaviour go without dealing with you because
of the shock you experienced, leaving your father and your home. I
realise now that was the wrong thing to do. You thought me weak
instead of kind, didn’t you? If I had dealt with you as you
deserved this afternoon, you wouldn’t have dared to ruin my shirts.
And then there was your unladylike behaviour over dinner
tonight.”

Linnett looked
up confused. He explained, “Your comments about Lord North, my dear
-- I will not have my wife repeating common street gossip. You
embarrassed the captain and his officers, Linnett, and I will not
tolerate such bad manners. Well now, what have you to say for
yourself?” John’s voice was as steely as his arctic grey eyes.

Linnett gulped
and stuttered an inaudible reply; it was difficult to talk, her
mouth felt dry, and her stomach curled tightly, she was so nervous.
Where was her gentle lover of only minutes before?

John’s arm
suddenly shot out again, grabbing hold of Linnett, and before she
realised what he was about he had tipped her across his knee.

“Linnett, you
are my wife now, and you will learn to respect me as your husband.
I shall teach you how to behave as my wife. Every time you behave
like a child or disobey me in any way, I shall be forced to take
you in hand and you will end up as you are now, across my knee, and
Linnett believe me, you will soon learn how I wish my wife to
behave.”

John lifted
Linnett high over his knee so that she was forced to place both her
hands on the cabin floor to support herself. “Please don’t do this,
John, not now after we shared so much, I am so...o...o sorry about
your shirts, really I am, you just don’t understand how I felt
today...,” Linnett sputtered, the air leaving her lungs in shock as
John’s hand met her bottom with force.

At first,
Linnett thought it would soon be over, and the spanking would be
the same length and severity as the one John had meted out in the
coach. But she soon realised her mistake. This hurt so much more!
This was a spanking such as she could not have imagined. Linnett
thought it could not get more painful but as spank followed spank,
the burning on her behind became unbearable. She began to kick in
earnest and desperately tried to cover her bottom with her hand,
but John smacked it and grabbed her wrist, holding it secure at the
small of her back and out of his way. Then he moved his leg and
placed it over both of hers so that she was held fast.

“Oh no, my
sweet, you don’t get away with that little trick!” John told her
this all the while swatting hard and admiring his handiwork, giving
Linnett a lovely rose bottom. John was actually surprised by how
much he was enjoying this.

When he had
found his mutilated shirts earlier, he had wanted to throw Linnet
over his knee then and there, but after some thought, he decided to
use her nervousness about the deed to put her on edge all evening,
leaving her to wonder and worry. It served the naughty wench right
after such a vindictive act. Remembering his shirts again made John
decide to carry on with this punishment a bit longer, and he aimed
some swats across the tender area above Linnett’s thighs. She let
out a screech and struggled furiously until John slapped her harder
than ever and she subsided, limply weeping. With a few more smacks
to the tops of her legs, which elicited a howl from his young
bride, John released her and rubbed her now flaming behind.

It took Linnett
a minute to realise the spanking was over. She lay there trembling
across John’s lap a while before dropping off his knee and on to
the floor on her bottom, where she instantly leapt up with a yelp.
John reached down and pulled her onto his lap, where Linnett
struggled until John told her firmly that he would continue the
spanking if she didn’t settle down. Linnett wilted and buried her
head into his chest and wept. She felt so humiliated and wanted to
be alone with her embarrassment, but John was going nowhere.

In fact he
found the sight of his naked wife most enticing, and his erection
surged. He was aroused once again. “There now, it is all over,
sweeting. Come, lift your face. Linnett, look at me now,” he
commanded softly, but when Linnett lowered her head allowing her
hair to fall and screen her flushed face, John swept back the
errant locks and tilted her chin upwards. Linnett tried to avoid
his eyes. “Look at me!” he demanded firmly.

Linnett lifted
swimming green eyes to meet his steely glare. “Your punishment is
over, and it need never happen again if you are biddable and behave
as my wife should. But if there is a next time, and I tell you to
lay across my knee, you will do so willingly, submitting to me as
your promise to obey demands of you, and I will go softer on you
for your obedience, do you understand me?” Linnett nodded, and John
pulled her into his embrace, murmuring endearments and kissing her
passionately.