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“Aye?”

“Do not resent your mother-- it was not she who told me and she has paid the price for her deceit,” he said.

Meriwyn went ice cold before a furious heat flushed through her limbs. How dare he? To speak of punishing her in front of his daughter--
at the high table, no less
-- was, well-- unforgivable. Inexcusable. He had demeaned her, lowered her to the level of a child, flaunted his authority over her. She was so angry she could not speak. She barely made it through the meal, though her unbearable husband didn't seem to notice. As soon as the king stood she leaped to her feet and departed the Great Hall as quickly as she could.

She paced their chamber, her anger growing by the minute. She felt like the worst kind of fool for accepting his punishment like a meek little mouse the night before. He had treated her abominably. She glared at the corner where she'd stood with her bare bottom facing him. She would die before she stood in that corner for him again! What was she to do? Last night he had suggested she sleep downstairs with the serfs. Well, she'd rather do that than submit to him ever again.

“No help tonight, lads,” she heard Sir Conrad say in a jolly voice to Hunwald and Henic. Right. He believed she'd be standing naked in the corner waiting for him. She glared as the door opened and he came through.

He may not have noticed at supper, but he was not a fool now. “What is it, Meriwyn?” he asked, a cautious look on his face.

“You may stand in the corner yourself to see how you like it, but I will not be treated that way!”

“What's happened that has you upset?” he asked.

Stubbornness made her loathe to explain her temper. “Never you mind,” she snapped. “And don't worry-- I won't stay here to offend. I'll be sleeping with the serfs, as you suggested.” She headed for the door, but he blocked her path, folding his arms across his chest and looking as immovable as an ox.

“Nay. You'll sleep where I tell you to sleep, Meriwyn,” he said quietly. “Why are you so angry?”

She darted quickly around him but he caught her arm as she passed. She twisted around in his grasp.

“Meriwyn-- stop! I'll hurt you.”

She turned and glared at him. “Aye, you have no problem hurting me, do you?” she hissed.

He released her arm as if stunned by her words. “Nay, I meant
else
I'd hurt you--” he said, but she was already headed out the door.

 

He did not call after her, nor did he ask the lads to stop her. He wasn't about to create a scene in the castle that would set tongues to wagging. He followed with swift, long strides and did not grab her when he reached her side. “That wasn't what I meant and you know it,” he said in a low voice, matching his strides to hers.

She spared him a quick glance. “I know nothing,” she said coldly. She skipped down the steps and through the Great Hall. He made his face look perfectly calm as he followed. She reached the front doors of the castle and said, “open, please,” to the guards.

They looked past her for his confirmation. He nodded reluctantly. The doors swung open and she barreled out into the chilly night air. He doubted she knew where she was going. She followed the wall of the castle to the end and turned when it did. Here, where no one would see them, he closed the distance between them and caught her around the waist. Not unexpectedly, she struggled wildly against him. “Stop,” he said calmly and firmly. He said nothing more and did not move at all, simply held her until her limbs stopped flailing and she sagged in his arms, panting for breath.

He could not think what had changed her so drastically. He prayed it was not that her thoughts had twisted around her punishment. But it seemed like more than that. “What did I do?” he asked softly, turning her in his arms to face him.

She stared at him defiance and weariness battling in her face. “How could you?” she said in a voice that cracked. Tears began to spill down her face. He wiped them.

“What did I do?” he asked again.

“You made a fool of me in front of Anna,” she said, her entire jaw trembling with emotion.

Understanding swept him, though he was confounded by her level of distress. “Meriwyn,” he crooned. “Meriwyn, no. I'm so sorry. I did not mean to...embarrass you.”

She lifted her wet lashes to gaze at him, her lower lip thrust forward.

“I did not wish her to resent you, thinking you had told me after you promised to keep it a secret. But if I had known how upsetting you would find it, I never would have spoken.”

The lower lip became more pronounced and he wanted to smile at her adorable pout, but he refrained.

“How will she ever accept my authority if she knows I'm reprimanded in the same manner she is?”

“Meriwyn, we're all reprimanded in the same way as others who are both above and beneath us. Everyone answers to someone around here, save the king, who answers to God. The squires and the pages know I answer to the prince and it does not weaken my authority with them. Knowing I am your master does not mean that Anna does not need to heed you.”

The trembling in Meriwyn's lip had slowed, along with the rate of her tears. He dried them again.

“Regardless, I apologize. I never intended to humiliate you or weaken your authority in any way.” She leaned her full weight against him and he kissed her forehead. “Come back up to our chamber, Meriwyn.”

She allowed him to lead her back to the castle door and up to their chamber. The boys eyed them curiously as they passed, but knew better than to say anything. He shut the door behind them and began to strip off his clothing. Meriwyn followed his lead, but slowly, as if reluctant to crawl in bed with him. He removed all his clothes and walked to the corner and placed his nose in it.

He was rewarded with a giggle. He looked over his shoulder at her with puppy dog eyes and she giggled again. “Tell me, lady, when I may come out.”

She began to laugh fully, then, as she walked toward him and took his hand, tugging him out of his penance. He lowered himself to one knee. “Forgive me?”

Her eyes filled with tears but she laughed. “Aye, my lord. Forgive me my pride.”

He lowered his head and nuzzled her ankle, kissing the inner knob of the bone there. He traveled higher, kissing the inside of her calf and then her knee, his hands roaming along the outsides of her legs, sliding her shift up as he went. When he reached her inner thigh he flicked his tongue a little as he kissed and heard her gasp in response. “Sir Conrad,” she breathed.

“Yes, Lady Meriwyn?” His voice was gravelly with desire. He continued his journey upward until he was grasping the round curves of her bottom in his hands, his tongue parting the lips of her sex. Her knees locked and her legs went rigid.

“My lord!”

“My lady,” he murmured before plunging his tongue deeper into her folds, mining the tang of her natural juices.

She made a repeated noise somewhere between an “ah” and an “uh” with a little cry at the end. He used his tongue to ring the little bell of pleasure at the top of her sex before penetrating her welcoming entrance. She grasped his head, holding his hair and rubbing herself over his face, still making the little pained cries of pleasure.

“Please?” she began to plead, growing more frantic. “Please? Conrad!”

He thrust two fingers inside of her and she clutched at his hand, her muscles tightening around them as she cried out in her climax. He waited until her body sagged with relaxation and he threw her over his shoulder as he stood, carrying her to the bed with her bottom in the air. He gave it a sharp slap before he tossed her down onto it. She made a squealing protest.

“Aye, listen, you.” he said, rolling her to her belly and holding her there. He brought his hand down with a loud crack. “Don't ever make me chase you through the castle again,” he said, spanking away. She gasped and wriggled as he spanked, but he continued with his lecture. “If you are angry with me, you will speak with me about it, in private and respectfully.” He stopped spanking and rubbed her pink cheeks. “Understand?”

When she didn't answer he rolled her back over quickly. The last thing he needed was another rift to form between them. “Meriwyn?”

She looked torn between pouting and conceding. He pressed on, “Meriwyn, you will never be punished for your feelings, but you can't run away from me like that.”

“What if I just needed time alone? To think?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is that how you felt tonight? Or did you want me to give chase?”

Her cheeks colored prettily.

“I thought so,” he said. “Don't try that again, or you might end up getting your spanking out in the castle for all to see.”

Her flush deepened and he leaned over and nibbled at her lips with his. She didn't move at first-- accepted his kiss, but didn't return it. He slid his tongue between her lips, teasing her, gratified when he felt her arms loop around his neck and her lips begin to answer his. He pulled away.

“I love you,” he said at the same time she said, “I'm sorry.”

They laughed together. “Me, too,” he said.

“Me, too.”

He smiled at her. “Good, because I'm going to have my way with you now,” he said, rolling his hips so that she could feel his erection pressing between her legs. She giggled and parted her thighs to welcome him.

 

Meriwyn grasped her husband's cock and pulled it aggressively toward her, arching her hips to meet him. She needed this now, more than anything. She was feeling such an exquisite mixture of emotions that she could not sort them all out. But it didn't seem to matter-- Conrad was looking at her with so much love it nearly made her weep. She was humbled by the graceful way he'd accepted responsibility for offending her and though she felt chastened by his admonishment for the way she'd overreacted, he clearly had already forgiven it. He was a perfect husband. She did trust him-- completely-- even to punish her.

She closed her eyes as he slid into her, letting the sensations carry her away. Conrad's lips found her neck, and then she felt his teeth nipping her just a bit and he continued to plunged in and out of her. She rode the waves of pleasure, sailing into the place of no thought, only love and pleasure and the uniting of two bodies into one.

 

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Renee Rose

 

Renee Rose
, an erotic romance author,
 
did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romance
Betrothed
. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism. She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be.

 

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Pleasing the Colonel

Betrothed

Loving Lucia

The Westerfield Affair

 

 

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