The Intruder (10 page)

The look in his dark eyes was full of determination to mete out the punishment he felt she deserved, and Kari was suddenly afraid. Not of Jake, but of the next few minutes. She'd already learned that Jake's hand was hard as a board and she didn't relish the idea of another spanking so soon. She was still tender from before, but he was giving her no choice. If he had to chase her down, he would spank even harder. Slowly, she undid the zipper on her jeans and slid it down. Jake's eyes followed her every move, and she tried to be as sexy as possible, hoping to distract him.

Jacob wasn't stupid. He knew precisely what his new bride was doing. She wasn't to arouse him so his mind would go to other things, such as making sweet love and forgetting all about the spanking he promised. It wasn't going to work, he vowed, and did his best to ignore her blatant flirting. When she finally was bared from the waist down, he reached out and snagged her wrist, and settled her face-down over his thighs.

Kari gasped in shock when the first spank landed on her right cheek. It was kind of insulting that her attempts to seduce Jake were all for naught! His hand landed again, this time on her left cheek, and she cried out in pain. That didn't stop Jake, either. He was determined to teach his bride a lesson, and he spanked in earnest, his hand spanking a steady tempo on her backside.

"I'm sorry, Jake! I won't do it again!" she promised. "Please stop now!"

"I'm not stopping until I know you will remember to obey me," he told her, his actions proving he meant the words.

"I will remember!" she hastily told him. "I promise I will!"

"Lie still," he ordered, trapping her kicking legs beneath his right calf. "You earned this spanking by disobeying me. I need to be able to trust you when I'm gone, and not worrying if you're where you're not supposed to be!"

"You can trust me, Jake! Please, stop!"

"I've barely started, little girl. I'm not going to start off this marriage by giving you the wrong impression and letting you think you can wiggle your way out of a punishment by either saying 'sorry' or by trying to use your body to turn me on. It won't work. And, all it accomplishes is to make the spanking you earned that much longer.

Chapter Seven

Kari cried out in pain as Jake's hard hand continued to fall on her flaming backside. He was truly upset with her, and making it very plain with his scolding words and each successive spank to her bottom. "I'm sorry!" she cried out.

"Not nearly as sorry as you're going to be," he informed her. "Saying 'sorry' doesn't pay the bill, sweetheart. It might have worked for you with your Dad, but it doesn't hold water with me. When you disobey me, saying 'sorry' doesn't automatically erase what you did and make it all right. In fact, I won't believe the words until I am sure you fully understand the situation... and even then, I'll spank you as you deserve. Is that clear?" he demanded, continuing to apply his right hand to her bared bottom, covering her cheeks, upper thighs, and her sit spots over and over.

"Yes, it's clear! Jake, please stop! I'm in so much pain!" Kari started sobbing. "I won't do it again!"

"I heard that this morning," he reminded her. "You did it twice more since then."

"I just didn't realize...!"

"You'd better realize. When I give you an order, I expect to be obeyed. I won't do that unless there is a damned good reason, but when I do, you'd best pay attention." He spanked as he repeated the words a second and then a third time.

"Please stop, Jake!" Kari begged him, and to her surprise, he did. He released her and then stood her on her feet. She wanted him to hold her, but he shook his head 'no' and held her at arm's length.

"We're not finished with this, young lady. You blatantly tried to use your body to escape a well-deserved spanking. I won't have that. You go and stand in the corner and think of a suitable punishment for yourself. I'll give you several minutes to think, and if I don't feel you've come up with a good suggestion, then I'll give you what I think you deserve, and I guarantee you won't like it." He helped her step out of her tangled jeans and panties so she wouldn't fall as she walked to the corner.

Jacob was truly upset with her and it nearly broke Kari's heart as she made her way to the corner to stand. How was she to know that he'd be upset with her for trying to get him to make love to her instead of spanking her? She was new to this whole marriage thing. She tried to think of a punishment that wouldn't be so awful, and one she could get finished as quickly as possible, but she couldn't think. She was too upset over Jake's being upset with her!

Jacob left Kari in the corner and went outside to check on his officers, and see if there was word of the child. Kelly spotted him as he stepped outside his front door and immediately came forward to give a report. She gave names of the victim, and of the other child who accidentally shot him. The boy found a loaded gun in his older brother's dresser drawer and took it outside to play. The parents weren't aware their older son had a gun. All a tragic accident. The injured little boy was in surgery, but expected to live. The families were close friends and supporting each other through the crisis.

"Did the older brother give a reason for owning a gun?" Jake asked.

"Yes, sir. He's been having trouble on the job, and they threatened his family. He wanted to protect all of them. He has a permit, and he did have the gun locked in the drawer. His little brother found the key," Kelly Wintrow replied. "I would like to rule this as accidental, sir. The little boy is too young to know guns are dangerous. The older brother took every precaution to keep the gun put away and locked up... I can't see where it would do any good to take this further."

"I agree, Officer. Write up the paperwork and put it on my desk for review, and then go on home. You've put in your time for the day."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," she smiled. "Sir, about Kari... I know she meant well when she put herself at risk. We've become good friends, and she wasn't thinking of herself. She heard the Mom of the injured child screaming, and she assumed I was being hurt in some way. She only wanted to help me."

"I understand, Kelly, but the next time it could mean her life. I've got to make her understand that. As her husband, I can't let her disregard the orders she is given for her own safety and protection. If Quincy Darles gets his hands on her, we might not ever see her again, and if we do, she won't be the same Kari she is now."

Kelly nodded sadly, but didn't argue. She couldn't. She'd seen women after they were kidnapped and abused. "I'll go to the station and get the paperwork done, sir."

"You did a good job here, Officer."

"Thank you, sir." Kelly was pleased. The Lieutenant didn't hand out praise unless it was deserved, and she was proud that he thought she did the right thing today. She was glad that he was able to look at the situation objectively, as a police officer, and not just as a husband who was afraid for his new bride. She was a little less objective, and it terrified her as a Mom to see the little boy lying on the sidewalk bleeding. She had to do what she could to save him, and she hoped it was enough to see him through.

Jake went inside and walked to the kitchen to get a drink of water. He wanted nothing more than to go into the bedroom and gather Kari in his arms and hold her close. However, he still had to make it clear she couldn't use her cute little body to wriggle her way out of a punishment. He couldn't let that pass, and he hoped she had a good punishment in mind. They were newly married and he didn't relish punishing her sexually. He was afraid she'd misunderstand the lesson, or even worse, think him a cruel bastard. He put the glass in the sink and then walked into the bedroom.

Kari was still crying and he felt guilty. Her backside was a deep dark red, and had to be stinging furiously. He hated knowing he was responsible for her pain. "Have you come up with a suitable punishment, Kari?" he asked.

"No," she admitted. "I don't know what you think is suitable. I feel terrible that I've upset you so much," she cried. "I didn't think how it would make you feel, but I guess you get that all the time from criminals and it's the last thing you want from your wife. I just didn't think, Jake, and I won't ever try to seduce you again just to get out of a punishment. I didn't mean to make you so angry."

"Come here, sweetheart," Jake said softly. She turned around and walked over to him, unable to look at him. He reached out and took her hand and pulled her into his arms and just held her shaking body. "It doesn't have a darn thing to do with my job, Kari, but everything to do with us. I'm a normal man and I find you sexy as hell. I want you day and night, and in-between. It's just not fair to remind me of that when I need to spank your bottom because you've done something to earn a punishment. I'm human; I don't enjoy punishing you and making you cry in pain. I'd much rather make love to you," he explained. "But, it wouldn't be fair to you to let you get away with seducing your way out of an earned spanking. I want our marriage to work, and it won't, not without loving discipline. You might get your tush swatted, but I have to discipline myself, and that means not permitting you to wiggle your way out of a spanking with your sweet body."

"I won't do it again, Jake," she promised. "I'm new to all this marriage stuff and... it just seemed like a good idea at the time," she confessed.

"That good idea gave me a hard-on that lasted for a while, young lady," he told her bluntly. "How would you like to get aroused and know you couldn't do anything to relieve the problem?"

"I'm sorry!" she gasped and then blushed a bright red.

"If you ever do this again, Mrs. Tobias, that will be your punishment." When she looked at him with wide eyes, he smiled grimly, "The only reason I'm not doing it this time is because I can see you really didn't understand how strongly I feel on the subject."

"But, how can you punish that way?" Kari was curious.

"Do you honestly want to find out?" he asked quietly.

"No, it's just that I can't imagine how you could do that without leaving yourself in the same condition...?" she looked at him innocently, and it was the Lieutenant's turn to blush, something that didn't happen often.

"Do you know what gingerroot is, sweetheart?" he asked. When she nodded, he said, "It creates a very nice burn when peeled and pushed into your backside, and once the pain of the burn recedes a bit, it leaves you feeling horny as hell. You came close to learning that today. As it is, this time I'm only going to give you a few more spanks just to reinforce the promise you made."

"Please don't spank me again, Jake. I just don't think I can handle another spanking tonight. Please...?" she begged shamelessly. "You could have me write lines or an essay or stand in the corner for an hour... anything but another spanking...?"

Jake hadn't thought of any of those, but had to admit there was merit in choosing an alternative to spanking. The lesson needed to be given, but she was sore, and sitting to write lines would be a damned good reminder. "Very well, sweetheart. You can sit at the kitchen table and write 'I will not use my body to try and escape a punishment.' over and over until you reach five hundred times. I will give you two hours to get this done, and if it isn't, then you get the rest in spanks, and sent to bed early. No fussing, no arguing, no complaining, no begging off, or you'll get the spanking in full."

"But what about dinner?" she asked. "It'll be ruined if we wait another two hours to eat."

"We'll eat now and then you can sit undisturbed for your punishment." To Kari's credit, she didn't argue. She merely slipped out of her sweater and bra and found a long tee shirt to put on. She didn't bother with panties because her bottom felt swollen to twice its normal size, and she didn't think she could stand anything snug on her spanked butt.

At least Jake wasn't angry or upset with her now, and she had a much better understanding of him. She wouldn't use sex as a manipulative tool again now that she knew how it made him feel. It didn't take her long to put the finishing touches on their dinner and she was pleased when Jake complimented her cooking. She knew she wasn't nearly as good a cook as his Mom, but she did know how to keep them from starving, and she wasn't averse to learning more recipes. She wanted to keep her husband happy. When they were finished eating, Jake told her she could get started on her lines while he cleaned the kitchen.

After a few minutes of writing as quickly as possible, hoping to get the five hundred lines done quickly, Kari was dismayed to realize that there was no way possible to finish all five hundred in the two hours he'd allotted! She was writing as quickly as she could and still be neat and legible, but the most she could write in one minute was three of them, and that added up to only one hundred and eighty per hour, if she didn't stop to breathe! She was going to be short over one hundred lines! The thought was depressing, especially since sitting on the chair was causing considerable discomfort, too. She continued to do her best, but when Jake came to tell her the two hours was up, she wanted to cry.

"How many did you write?" he frowned. He'd expected her to be done well before the two hours was up. He knew she was writing hard every time he looked in on her, and seemed to be taking the punishment seriously.

"I got three hundred and sixty-two," Kari admitted. "I could only write three a minute, Jake. I tried, but it wasn't possible for me to finish."

"I didn't think it would take so long," he told her. "I thought you'd be done at least half an hour ago." He looked into her troubled eyes. "Do you think you'll remember your promise, sweetheart?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I gave you my word, and I intend to keep it," she insisted.

"Good. This is done, then. I'm not going to spank you when I gave you too many to get done... it wouldn't be fair. You did your best, and I'm proud of you. Now, can I hold my wife and tell her how much I love her?" he wanted to know, and smiled when she practically flew into his arms. He picked her up and carried her into the living room and snuggled with her on the sofa. It was sometime later when he said, "I didn't want to start out our marriage by having to punish you, sweetheart."