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Authors: Vanessa Brooks

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His Defiant Wife, the Adventures of Linnett Wainwright, Book 2

His Defiant
Wife
The Adventures of
Linnett Wainwright Book 2
By
Vanessa
Brooks

 

 

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Brooks, Vanessa

His Deiant Wife: The
Adventures of Linnett Wainwright, Book 2

 

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Table of
Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

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CHAPTER 1

Linnett
Wainwright Foster opened her eyes and turned her head to where her
husband had been sleeping beside her. She stretched out her hand
and felt the sheet, but it was cold. He must have risen very early
indeed.

Linnett had
spent a restless and uncomfortable night. Her body was sore from
the previous night’s punishment, roughly meted out by her husband,
John Foster, in the barn after they returned from the wilderness to
where Linnett had run off. She now realised that this was a silly
misunderstanding and a wild goose chase. She also realised that
their honeymoon was over and their marriage had truly begun.

Linnett
shuddered as she remembered John’s fury. Oh! She had made a very
big mistake and she had paid the price. Thankfully, Sarah and Hans
Lammers and their son, Peter, had retired to their bed by the time
she and John had returned to the house. Linnett had been very
relieved for she so dreaded facing them.

After trying to
sit up and finding that impossible with her tender and bruised
bottom, Linnett rolled off the bed wincing with pain. As she stood,
gingerly massaging her hot, sore buttocks, there came a soft
tapping at the door. Hastily, Linnett dropped her raised nightgown,
grabbed her brush and began to brush her hair.

As she worked
to disentangle her snarled curls, she called out a “please to
enter,” and Sarah Lammers came in holding a china jug.

“Good morning,”
she said brightly. “John said to let you sleep this morning; I hear
that you had a very uncomfortable night.”

Linnett flushed
hotly, furious with John. Sarah grinned. “Please, it’s all right my
dear. I do understand, you know. Here, I have made you up some balm
to soothe the scalding. It is what we use for burns, but it has
always worked for me in this er...situation. Just rub it in very
gently and it should help stop the stinging.”

Linnett looked
at Sarah with surprise. “You mean....?”

Sarah chuckled
and sat down on the side of the bed. “Linnett, you don’t think you
are the first young wife to get a licking from her husband, do
you?”

A gentle smile
and kind eyes took in Linnett’s embarrassed confusion. Linnett
pondered, “We-ll actually
yes. . .
I rather thought I was . .
.” Linnett’s voice trailed away, and she flushed with shame.

Sarah shook her
head and clucked her tongue. “Linnett, Linnett, what a sheltered
life you must have lived! Now, child, you listen to me: there is
always a period of adjustment in any marriage. It is very difficult
for you to accept that your husband now has the ultimate word in
all that you do. But especially out here living in the wild, you
have to accept that John has your best interests at heart. Your
safety is his responsibility now, Linnett.”

Linnett looked
at Sarah curiously and said, “Sarah may I ask about you...I
mean....did Hans....um...sorry....um...what
happened......um.....”

Sarah quickly
interrupted Linnett’s stumbling question.

“I was a very
young bride not unlike you, Linnett. When Hans and I married, I
knew nothing at all of men. Boston is nothing like the wilderness
where we have chosen to live. I had grown up safely in Boston, with
schoolteacher parents who had encouraged me to learn and read and
to draw. Oh, how I loved to draw... I hardly ever have the time
now.”

Sarah paused
and looked dreamily out of the window, then she sighed and spoke
again. “Hans was such a handsome devil -- well he still is! A huge
bear of a man and when he began courting me, I was in seventh
heaven!

“We were soon
married and moved out here. It was such an adventure for me. It was
like all the books that I had read at home of explorers and
travellers, but I had no idea of the dangers that surrounded us. We
built the cabin first up on the ridge and lived up there for about
two years while Hans built this house.

“I used to
wander off and sketch. Hans was a very understanding husband; he
liked to see my sketches. He told me that provided I stayed within
calling distance of the cabin, he had no objection to this.”

Sarah broke
into a chuckle. “I remember feeling so indignant at that. I thought
that he had no right to object if I wished to roam. Anyhow, I
wandered farther and farther away each day. Hans kept telling me
that I must stay close to the cabin but I ignored him.

“Then one day,
I was sitting on a log, drawing, when I felt a sharp bite on my
leg. A snake had bitten me; the pain was dreadful. I screamed for
Hans, and of course, I was too far away for him to hear me. I lay
outside all night and fell into a fever. Luckily, Hans found me
early the following day, but I was ill for several days. We had no
idea if I was to live or die.

“When I finally
recovered, Hans told me that it had been the worst week of his
life. He told me that I was never to go out of sight of the cabin
again. At that time, I was still weak and frightened and I made the
promise easily, never thinking that I would want to go farther away
after that terrible fright.

“Some weeks
later, Hans had been out cutting wood for our new house. He came
back at dusk, the fire in the stove was out and no meal was
cooking. He thought that something must have happened to me or that
I might be hurt again. He searched and called for me for an hour or
so.

“In the
meantime, I had walked home from my wandering and lit the fire to
begin our supper. He was in such a rage when he came in, especially
since I was singing happily with no thought at all of the worry
that I had caused him. He soon, um, made it very clear how worried
he’d been!”

Sarah looked at
Linnett impishly. “I couldn’t sit down for a week! It was then I
went through the book of recipes my mother had given me on our
marriage day. I found a recipe for a balm made with wintergreen to
help soothe burns and bruising. Never again have I wandered away
from home without first telling Hans where I am going.

“So there you
have it; you are not the first and you certainly won’t be the last
to suffer from a sore bottom! I still have to watch out and
remember to obey Hans otherwise......well you know.”

Sarah stood up
and handed Linnett the bowl of medicinal-smelling balm. Linnett
reached out and gently kissed Sarah’s cheek. “Thank you, Sarah,”
she said simply.

Sarah patted
Linnett’s hand. “When you are ready, come down. Apparently I am to
teach you how to cook.”

Linnett
frowned.
“Oh?”

Sarah shook her
head when she saw the mulish expression that had settled on
Linnett’s face. “I wouldn’t question this request from your
husband, Linnett, er...not just at the moment,
hmm
?”

Linnett nodded
and waited until Sarah had left the room, closing the door quietly
behind her. She lifted the pot of balm and sniffed it. She found
that it actually smelled pleasant and only slightly medicinal.
Linnett scooped some out and rubbed it gingerly into her hot, sore
buttocks. Sarah was right...she would not test John today and
probably not for some while to come!

Linnett
pondered the story that Sarah had shared with her. Perhaps all
wives were regularly spanked by their husbands? She was certain
that none of the women in her circle of acquaintances in England
suffered spankings. Perhaps it was a quirky American thing? But
then English women promised to obey in their wedding vows, too, so
maybe it was her lack of knowledge because she had no young married
friends? Linnett wondered what other habits she didn’t know about
amongst married couples. But then, did it matter what everyone else
did? Shouldn’t she only care about her own marriage?

Linnett was
still thinking about this when she made her way downstairs. Sarah
placed two steaming cups of coffee on the table when Linnett
arrived and then placed a cushion on one of the chairs. She gave
Linnett a grin and gestured for Linnett to sit, which she did,
still wincing but grateful for the soft cushion.

“Now Linnett, I
want you to know that I bear no grudges for what happened to Peter
when he followed you out into the wilderness. He has told us you
didn’t know that he had followed you, but I would like to know what
happened and why you ran away as you did.”

Linnett thought
for a moment. “I honestly do not know where to begin, Sarah!”

“Well, I know
nothing about you and John before Hans and Peter found you ship
wrecked on the Ogunquit sands. Why don’t you tell me how you came
to be aboard that ship and bound for Boston?”

Linnett nodded
thoughtfully. “Well, actually it all started with my marriage to
John. My father is Sir Thomas Wainwright, and our family home is
Lavenstock Hall in Devonshire in England. My mother, Arabella, died
when I was small, and so I suppose I was a little indulged by my
father and used to having things mostly my own way.”

Here Sarah had
to hide a smile, for she privately thought Linnett the most spoiled
young woman she had ever met.

“My father
became very ill last year but recovered, thankfully, and I think he
was worried about what would happen to me if and when he died,”
Linnett explained. “The estate you see is entailed to a male heir
and so it would go to my cousin Edwin on my father’s death. He
arranged the match with John without discussing it with me.

“I had already
found a man to suit me as a husband. His name is Charles. We had
grown up together, and we shared the same circle of friends. We
would have suited, I think, but my father and John were determined
to force the issue of our marriage, I suspect, to secure their
business link.”

Sarah
interrupted, “It is obvious to me that John loves you, Linnett!
What is this business that John and your father are involved
in?”

“They export
goods to the Colonies and ship furs and hardwood back to England to
be made into furniture.....but, Sarah, you said that John loves
me..........you think that he truly does?”

Sarah nodded
and reached over the table, taking Linnett’s hand in her own and
giving it a squeeze. “I know he does, Linnett! He was distraught
when he discovered you were gone. His anger towards you was
partially because he feared for your safety and partially his fury
at your silly disobedience.”

Linnett nodded
and sighed, “I seem to have a knack for making the wrong
decisions.”

“Well now,
Linnett, we all take time to adjust to a new way of things and you
have made an enormous change to your life, so try not to be so hard
on yourself. I always think that one of the good things about
a........a.....um.....
trip
over your husband’s knee is the
clearing of the air and the fresh start it affords us.”

Linnett nodded
slowly and said, “Mm, I hadn’t thought of it quite like that
before. Thank you, Sarah.”

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