Her Old-Fashioned Husband (18 page)

“Right, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ve seen the hairbrush, belt and ginger, so you know you’ve got a miserable time coming up. Believe me,
it’s
not going to be fun for me, either, but I need to impress on you that you need to take more care with your safety.
”

“I’m so sorry,” she said
tearfully
. “I really am.”

“I know, baby,” he crooned, running his hand over her back. “I know.” He rubbed her bottom, running his fingers down between her folds. Her breath came out in a deep whoosh of air as he flicked at her clit. It seemed like it had been forever since he’d made love to her, rather than a few days.

Then he pulled back and without warning, smacked his hand down on her bottom. Hard.

“Ow,” she squealed in shock.

“Oh, baby, you’re in for a hard time if you’re finding this hard,” he warned, sharply bringing his hand down again and again on her bottom. The sound reverberated around the room as he moved quickly and firmly, not allowing her to really catch her breath.

Soon tears filled her eyes, her bottom stinging like crazy, the pain incredible.

“I was so worried, Frankie, so scared.” Fear filled his voice and Frankie turned, wanting to comfort him. “Stay still,” he barked, reaching over to grab the hairbrush.

Frankie bit back her protest. Sh
e deserved this for terrifying
him. She hadn’t meant to, but she hadn’t been thinking. When would she learn?

The hairbrush came screaming down onto her already painful butt cheeks. “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out at each punishing smack.

“You will never,
never
put yourself in such danger again,” he said sternly, his voice pure steel. “I will not allow it. I will not have your safety jeopardized. Do you hear me?”

Frankie cried out, hardly able to keep still as the hairbrush continued to light a fire on her bottom. “Y-yes, s-sir!” she finally managed.

The heavy smacks stopped and Tom reached over for his belt.

“Please, Tom, no. I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes, you can,” he said grimly. “I say what you can take, Frankie.”

The belt landed with a sharp snap and Frankie screamed, sobbing inconsolably.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, but her pleas were ignored as Tom lit into her bottom and thighs.

By the end she was no longer capable of crying, she merely lay on the bed, exhausted, crying, shaking.

Tom lay on his back beside her then pulled her over so she was lying on top of him. He held her close, rubbing her back, just letting her cry.

Eventually, Frankie calmed enough to sit up and stare down at him. She wiped the tears from her face. “I really am so sorry, Tom.”

Tom grasped her face between his hands and kissed her. “All is forgiven, baby, but not forgotten. I won’t ever be forgetting this happened. Now, go to the bathroom and clean up a bit.”

Frankie slowly rose and painfully moved into the bath
room to use the toilet. She
wiped her face with a cool cloth and blew her nose. Walking back to the bedroom, she stopped suddenly, looking at Tom in horror.

“No, Tom,” she protested. He sat on the bed, his hands covered in gloves as he held the ginger root.

He raised a brow at her. “You knew this was coming.”

Yeah, but she’d hoped he’d have forgotten or have decided she’d had enough.

She whimpered.

Tom patted the bed. “Come and kneel on the bed please, then I want you to reach back and part your bottom for me.”

Frankie stared at him, judging how firm he was on this. He stared back at her calmly. “Unless you want more of the belt?” he asked her.

Shaking
her head
frantically
,
she moved to the bed and
knelt
on top of the mattress before bending down s
o
her head was resting on the cover
. With a shudder, she reached back and parted her butt cheeks, exposing her bottom hole to her husband. He’d only done this once before and she’d hated it
. Ginger root stung, as though lighting up her insides
.

A slippery finger
pushed up inside h
er. Frankie grunted as he twirled the digit
around, spreading lube inside her.

“Okay,
it’s
not that big
so I don’t expect a big fuss. Breathe out while I push the ginger
in, though and it will be easier on you. Take a deep breath,” Frankie did as he said, “now out.”

As she breathed out, Tom pushed
the root deep
inside
her
. Frankie started to cry again, mainly from embarrassment.

“Hold it in,” Tom warned as he reached down and helped her stand. Of course, she had to clench down to keep the root from falling out and immediately
the ginger’s
natural juice
burned inside her.

“Oww,” she cried.

Tom smiled. “Stinging, huh?”

“Yes,” she answered, glaring at him.

He pulled back the covers and patted the mattress. “In. I want you to have a nice, long nap. And if you wake up with that att
itude, you’ll be having another
spanking, understood?”

Frankie gulped and nodded.

The burning sensation increased as she climbed into the bed
and lay curled up on her side
. Tom tucked the blankets in around her.

“How am I supposed to sleep with this stuck inside me, stinging like crazy,” she complained.

“You’ll manage,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “Just don’t clench.”

Frankie wisely
closed her mouth before she told him what she really thought of that piece of advice.

*****

Looking up, Frankie
smile
d
as Tom placed a glass of water beside her on the coffee table before sitting next to her to read his book.

They’d been at the cabin for eig
ht days now and Frankie
was thriving under the care and attention Tom lavished on her. This time together was special and something she’d never forget. Tom had trul
y shown her how much he loved
her over the last week. And Frankie felt closer to him than ever, more in tune with him
. When they got home,
she was going to make a real effort to communicate better with him.

She
’d been unable
to hide anything from him these last few days, he hadn’t allowed that. That choice had been taken from her and rather than feeling vulnerable or exposed, Tom had made her feel safe, secure. That he’d always be there.

They’d also talked about her failed pregnancy and Tom had held her as she’d cried, and comforted her whenever she’d started to worry.
They had an appointment with the specialist for the week after they returned, and Frankie knew she’d feel much better once she knew for sure whether there was a problem.

She sighed. “I wish it wasn’t raining.” It was miserable outside and showed no signs of letting up.

Tom put his book down. “What can we find you to do that will keep you out of mischief, hmm?” he asked, kissing her forehead.

“Well, I
can think of something,” she suggeste
d rubbing her hand down his arm.

“Can you just?” he asked.

She nodded. “Make love to me, Tom. I need you.”

Leaning down, Tom kiss
ed her. “I need you too, wife.”

He deepened their kiss, his hand coming up to cup her breast. Frankie whimpered as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. It instantly pebbled beneath his touch as a shot of pure pleasure raced straight down to her pussy.

Unable to bear the clothes between them, needing to have them skin to skin, Frankie pulled off his lap and hastily stripped. Naked, she looked over to see Tom had done the same and was sitting on the sofa.

“Kneel,” he told her.

Frankie dropped gracefully to her knees and spread her legs wide as he’d taught her, keeping her back straight. Her breath came in short, hard bursts as she stared over at him, drinking in the handsome man that was her husband. His handsome looks that only grew the older he got. He’d built up more muscle since when he was in high school, his lean frame filling out, his chest and arms chiseled and firm.

Her gaze roamed over his flat stomach down to his cock, standing firm and hard. She licked her lips.

Tom groaned. “God, baby, the things you do to me when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like I’m your favorite treat and you can’t wait to eat me up,” he told her, his eyes dark with arousal.

“Hmm, what a good idea. May I, sir?” she asked.

Tom parted his legs wide, his eye lids at half-mast as he gazed at her.

“You may.”

She shuffled forward, kneeling between his open legs. Leaning forward, she licked up his cock.

Tom took a quick breath. “That feels so good, baby. So good. But here.” He handed her a cushion for her knees, she sent him a smile of thanks, warming at his caring.

Clasping her hand around the base of his shaft, she sucked the head of his shaft into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the underside.

“So good, I am not going to last like this, honey.”

Frankie slowly took him inside her mouth, then moved fast back up. Slow down, fast up, she delighted in the taste of him.

“Baby, you’re too good at that.” Reaching down, he pulled her off him. Frankie groaned in p
rotest.
“No more,” he said firmly. “I want to come in your sweet pussy, not your mouth. Behave.” His stern voice had her quieting.

Tom reached under her armpits, pulling her up. He swung her up agains
t his chest as Frankie gasped.

“Tom, be careful of y
our back,
”
she warned.

He glanced down at her incredulously. “Honey, you don’t weigh a thing.”

It was Frankie’s turn to give him a look of disbelief. She was just shy of five foot eight and curvy with it.

They quickly reached the bedroom and Tom threw her onto the bed lightly. Frankie went to sit, but he pushed her back gently.

“Lie still,” he ordered. “Arms above your head.”

Eyes wide, Frankie did as he ordered.

“No moving, Frankie,” he warned her before turning away to his suitcase. When he turned back, Frankie’s breath started coming in short bursts. He held some silk scarves and a face mask.

“You okay, baby?” Tom asked as he settled beside her and started attaching her wrists to the bedposts, one in each corner.

“Yes, sir,” she replied as he moved on to her feet, doing the same until she was spread-eagled, open and at his mercy.

“Remember, baby, you tell me to stop and I will.”

“I won’t want to stop,” she said already feeling on fire. God, she loved when he went all caveman in the bedroom.

She thrust her hips up as he settled the eye mask over her face, wanting his touch.

Smack!

“Ow,” she complained, wishing she could rub her thigh where he’d smacked her.

“Hold still or I’ll take my paddle to your butt,” he warned. Frankie immediately stilled.

“Are you wet me, baby?” he asked in a deep voice before he stuck a finger deep inside her pussy. Frankie moaned, it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

“Yes, yes, please, Tom, I can’t wait.”

“Shh, yes you can. Remember, no coming without my permission.”

She sobbed as his mouth surrounded one nipple in heat. He pinched the other nipple. Sharp. Frankie screamed as pleasure rushed through her, making her clit throb.

“Please, oh please,” she cried.

“Ahh, I love it when you beg. Not yet, though, I’m not finished playing.”

The finger in her pussy thrust back and forth, slowly, so slowly. Then he drew it out and pressed it into her ass.

“Oh, it burns. Please, more.”

“More?” He chuckled. “More what?”

“Touch my pussy, my clit, please.”

There was a buzzing noise then
she felt a vibration against her clit
. Frankie yelled, trying desperately to hold back her orgasm, but it slammed into her, bursting over her in flashes of fire.

“Oh God, oh God, I’m sorry,” she cried.

Being tied, at his mercy without her sight had only added to her sensitivity, making it impossible for her to hold back her pleasure.

Tom clicked his tongue and pulled off her eye mask. “You’ll have to be punished for that, sweetie. I didn’t give you permission to come, did I?”

“No,” she groaned as he undid the ties around her ankles and drew her legs up, holding them with one hand. With the other he started smacking her ass. Frankie cried out as her bottom stung with each smack.