Dealing With Discipline (40 page)

"But you're still clothed," Eleanor protested,
although her eyes were sparkling.  Passion was making her glow
again, it had wiped away her sadness which he was pleased to
see... 

Although he knew that those sapphire depths
weren't going to be sparkling for long. 

Not answering her, Edwin scooped her up and
tossed her into the center of the bed, crawling up quickly to
straddle his legs over her middle and hold her in place as he
secured her wrists to the headboard.  It was a position that
she'd been in more than once.  He loved to have her helpless
at his hands and mouth, to tease her until she was writhing and
begging him for completion.  Now it allowed him to relax, to
gain some self-control back over himself. 

Because Nell wasn't going anywhere.
 

Pulling another spare cravat from his pocket-
Johnson would have a fit if he knew Edwin's intentions for it, he
really must find some better alternatives, Edwin pushed it into his
wife's mouth and secured it around her head.  Shock rendered
her immobile only for a moment and then it was a struggle to tie
the thing in place.

When he was finished his beautiful was
rumpled, her hair sticking out in more than one direction as the
gag and struggle had mussed it horribly, and her blue eyes were
promising retribution.  No doubt those high shrieking sounds
were her screaming invective at him, but for the most part the
noise was muffled and nothing was discernible.  Edwin glared
down at her and pinched her nipples sharply. 

A short sharp yelp and then she fell silent
behind the gag, glaring up at him with flushed cheeks.
 

"I have some arrangements to make apparently.
 We'll be leaving for Bath tomorrow with Wesley."  Every
sentence was said crisply, as if he was biting out the words.
 "So you will get part of your wish.  I sincerely doubt
Hugh and Irene will be joining us... he was almost as displeased to
hear of her plans as I was to overhear their conversation."
 Eyeing her, Edwin could see that her anger at being stripped,
restrained and gagged had been tempered by confusion and
wariness. 

Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed
her forehead, ignoring the renewal of her muffled shrieks and
yells. 

Having her, for all intents and
purposes, wrapped up and at his mercy had gone a long way to
tempering the tumult of emotions that had been jumping through him.
She wasn’t going anywhere without him.  Scooping up her
clothes, he ignored the sounds coming from his bed as he tossed the
clothes into her dressing room and then locked the doors to both
rooms so that she couldn't re-dress herself even if she did somehow
manage to get loose, and then locked the door behind as he exited.
 

Down the hall he saw a footman whom he
beckoned closer.  "Don't let anyone in this room until I
return.  Ignore anything that you hear."

"Yes my lord," the man said, looking only
slightly confused.  He glanced at the door and then at Edwin
and then looked away.

Satisfied that his wife was going nowhere
without him, Edwin headed to his study to write a quick note to
Wesley and then to find Mrs. Hester to tell her to begin the
process of closing up the London house.  After Bath they would
head out to the country; the Season was almost over anyway and out
in the country he and Eleanor would have a chance to spend more
time together.  London was not conducive to patching up a
relationship, with the constant social demands and hectic pace of
the city.  

Then he could figure out what had gone wrong
and how he could fix it. 

******

Fuming, Eleanor jerked uselessly at her bonds
for the umpteenth time.  She'd managed to work herself up into
a sitting position against the headboard so that she didn't feel
quite so incredibly helpless.  At least when her husband
deigned to return she wouldn't be lying out like a pagan sacrifice
for him.  

Still, she couldn't deny that as
angry as she was to be tied up, gagged and left naked on their bed
- for hours it seemed like! - there was something incredibly
arousing about it all as well.  It gave her plenty of time to
think.  From what her husband had said Irene hadn't knowingly
betrayed her plan, which made Eleanor feel better about her
sister-in-law.  Especially since she'd asked her not to tell
Edwin.  Of course she would have had to tell her husband
eventually but she'd still be trying to decide on the best way...
somehow just disappearing didn't seem like the best idea.  But
she really hadn't known how he was going to react.

Edwin
really
 didn't like the idea of
her leaving town without him.  He'd also seemed incredibly
upset about the idea of her with another man.  Both things
seemed significant.  The first especially so as she could only
base her ideas on love off of what she'd seen with other couples -
most notably her own parents when her mother was constantly wishing
to be by her father's side and her father was constantly sending
her away.  Since their relationship was the one she'd sworn
never to emulate, Edwin's anger over her intent to send herself
away was rather heart-warming.

Was it possible to be furious and delighted at
the same time? 

She wouldn't have thought so, but that was how
she felt.  In fact, if he hadn't gagged her she would have
been a lot less furious and quite a bit more amused. Well, once
she'd had time to cool down after her initial rage - and time was
something he was giving her plenty of.  She scowled.  So
much time in fact that she was quite sure she'd be able to work her
temper back up if he left her alone for much longer.

At least she was going to get her trip to
Bath.  More than anything she longed for a coze with her
mother.  Surely her mother would have words of advice for her.
 Eleanor regretted not having confided in her before, but she
hadn't realized how damned confusing it could be trying to decipher
a man's actions and determine his feelings.  

Looking down at her hands, Eleanor scowled.
 She could remove her gag if she really wanted to.  With
time and patience she would even be able to untie her hands.
 But she kept putting it off because she wasn't sure when
Edwin was returning or what state he would return in.
 

A spanking seemed like a foregone conclusion
but she didn't want to make it worse than it had to be and undoing
his work seemed like a good way to do just that.  On the other
hand, part of her wanted to be standing and facing him when he came
in.  But remaining helpless and in her current state might
sway him towards less punishment.  Especially if he came back
still angry. 

She was still considering the
quandary when the door banged open and she jumped in surprise.
 It slammed behind Edwin as he began stalking towards the bed,
controlled energy in his every movement.  Eleanor decided she
was glad she hadn't untied herself.  The way he was eyeing her
as he shucked off his jacket and cravat, undoing the top buttons of
his shirt and rolling up his sleeves, said that he was still on
edge. 

Sitting curled up by the headboard, naked with
her nipples hardening under his eyes, mussed hair and flushed
cheeks, gagged and wrists bound, Edwin thought his wife made an
extremely enticing picture.  Almost amusing, how docile she
managed to look when he was intimately aware that she was anything
but.  

"We'll be traveling with Wesley tomorrow,"
Edwin said a little, his eyes trained on her, traveling up and down
the portions of her that he could see.  The way her legs were
curled he could only catch the barest glimpses of the gold and pink
of her core, the curve of her breast, a peek at a nipple.  It
was extremely enticing.  "And you are not to leave my sight
before then."

Eleanor made a noise behind her gag which he
ignored as he finished rolling up his sleeves.  Going over to
her dressing table, he opened the drawer on the left and heard her
muffled moan behind him.  A small smile curved his lips as he
turned to face her, the wooden hairbrush with its large flat back
in his hand.  The expression on her face had changed to both
beseeching and irritated.  

Striding over to the bed, Edwin grasped one of
her kicking ankles and began to pull her down the bed slowly so
that she didn't her arms as she struggled against him.
 

"If you don't stop resisting I'm going to add
another ten strokes to your count," he warned her as her free foot
came a little too near his face.  

His wife made a little humphing noise but she
stopped trying to kick him and let him pull her body down so that
she was lying flat on her back.  Edwin flipped her over and
placed the hairbrush down on the bed so that he could wedge some
pillows under her body until her creamy bottom was pointed towards
the ceiling the way he liked it.  Picking up the brush again,
he tapped her on the back of the thigh with it. 

"Spread your legs."

After a momentary wiggle, as if she wanted to
resist but knew that it would only cause her more trouble, Eleanor
did as he asked.  Reflexively, Edwin held his breath as her
thighs parted, followed by the outer lips of her pussy to reveal
the glistening pink interior.  As usual, his wife was aroused
even if she was furious with him.  

"Good girl."  His voice was tight with
lust, just like the front of his breeches.  Raising the brush,
he brought the hard wood down on one plump cheek.  

CRACK!

The flesh jiggled as Eleanor let out a muffled
squeal.  It occurred to Edwin that he hadn't removed the gag,
which he had intended to do because normally he enjoyed listening
to the various noises Nell made when she was receiving a spanking,
as well as doling out extra punishment when she cursed or
threatened him, but with a shrug he decided to leave it on.
 For someone as vocal as Eleanor it would serve as an extra
punishment, being unable to express herself. 

SMACK!

The brush came down on her other cheek,
matching it to the first; they now both had bright red marks in the
center.  

THWACK!

Edwin set to her punishment with
fervor, although he remained firmly in control of himself which was
why he'd taken so long about coming back to discipline his wife.
 He hadn't been sure of his control before and he certainly
wasn't going to try and punish Eleanor when he was feeling so
undisciplined himself.  Now, after having made the
arrangements to go to Bath and then his estates, he was feeling
much calmer and in a much more suitable frame of mind to chastise
her soundly.

Creamy cheeks jiggled and turned hot
pink under the steady assault of the brush as Eleanor wailed and
begged behind her gag.  She was well disciplined though, her
legs didn't kick up very often and she always hastily returned them
to their original place - if she didn't do so quickly enough then
she got a short tap on the back of her thigh which smarted
horribly.  Edwin could see her pussy plumping and becoming
even juicier despite her tears and the quickly reddening state of
her bottom.  

Even though her bottom was
on fire and Edwin was still raining down blows onto the tender
flesh, Eleanor couldn't quite bring herself to be sorry for her
actions.  The possessiveness, the heightened and uncontrolled
emotions it had stirred up in her husband were too important to
her.  Although the throbbing, stinging, burning skin of her
buttocks were making her feel
almost
 regretful that she felt
the need to keep pushing him rather than just accepting what their
relationship was for the moment and putting off discerning the
truth of his feelings for later.

The hairbrush bit into her flesh yet
again, right on her sit spot and she jerked as the hot pain flared.
 For the first time she was glad of the gag, she could scream
and cry as much as she wanted and the sound was muffled enough that
she didn't have to worry about anyone other than Edwin hearing her.
 Just like the ropes around her wrists which took away her
choices, it also gave her a freedom that she hadn't had before...
there was only one choice left and so there was nothing to do but
revel in it. 

With Eleanor's pert bottom glowing,
Edwin placed his hand over the hot skin and nearly groaned with
appreciation.  As much as his wife decidedly deserved her
punishments, he couldn't deny the effect they had on him as well.
 He was never sure whether or not he sometimes wanted her to
do something to deserve something much more severe than a light,
erotic spanking, just because he did love to see her creamy skin
turned bright pink and red.  The muffled cries from behind her
gag made his cock jerk with each one and as he dug his fingers into
the soft, tender flesh and heard her mewl, it did so
again. 

Letting her lay there for a moment,
crying freely now that the spanking was over, Edwin began to pull
off his own clothing.  He struggled a bit, his own eagerness
hindering him, and by the time he was completely naked Eleanor's
soft crying had considerably diminished.  Fetching a clean
handkerchief from their bedside table, he turned his wife over onto
her back.

Immediately she squealed and pushed
her bottom upwards, her feet firmly planted on the bed, to keep her
weight off of her poor, aching nates.  Edwin chuckled as he
used the handkerchief to clear the remnants of her tears from her
face, ignoring the glare she gave him and the jerking of her head
which indicated she wanted him to take the gag off
now.