Rebellious Bride (16 page)

At each
session, Aaron required her to strip to her shift and stockings. She wasn’t
sure whether it was because Aaron was bothered by the bulk of her clothes, or
because it made her all the more submissive to him. In any event, she always
felt meek as a lamb standing before him with little to clothe her body. It
clearly put him in an authoritarian position over her; the very idea of which
made her quake in a strange but remarkable way. For two of the sessions, Aaron
began with his doubled belt, walloping her fast and hard until all her naked
posterior was flaming red. Then for one session, he changed to the paddle in
midstream. For all three sessions, he changed when he was nearly finished,
putting down his implements and striking her briskly with the palm of his hand.
This always had the effect of making her feel even more ashamed of herself.
This, her husband, her dearly beloved husband, with the same hands that loved
her, was chastising her sternly. Of all the sting and all the pain she endured,
this was the worst. It almost felt as if Aaron was crying with her as she would
begin to bellow and wail from the pain she was feeling. At the end, it was
always the same: a few brief moments of rest across his firm thighs and then
she was pushed to her feet, required to stand before him as he verbally reminded
her why these sessions were so important. Each time, she was ordered to the
corner of the office and made to stand there for nearly ten minutes until her
cries were over and her bottom was only a pale pink. To her relief, after that
first maverick session with Aaron, no one entered the office at these intimate
times, as if the men in the mill knew that it was not the time to interrupt the
remarkable couple.

In the
aftermath of these sessions, though it was difficult for him, Aaron never let
his physical desires for Abigail run free. He would have liked nothing better
than to have taken her in his arms right in his office and made love to her,
but he knew that that would not help get his important message across.

At other times
during these weeks, when the punishment sessions were far from either of their
minds, Aaron Barrow was warm and affectionate and very sexual with her. Their
love-life bloomed with such tawdry bedroom scenes it gave Abigail a blush on
her cheeks as rosy as the ones Aaron left on her bottom, just to think of it.
In some remarkable, but completely perplexing way, the husband and wife were
drawing closer each day. Abigail’s thoughts of her husband were more sweet and
sensuous and tender than they’d ever been. For every bit of attention to her,
including her spankings, he thrilled her to the
bone.a

You’re looking
especially chipper today,” Darcy observed one afternoon. The two were outside
the mill raking away old leaves and debris that cluttered the yard.

“I am,”
Abigail replied with a sigh.

Darcy smiled
back at her, no doubt she was thinking, this being the fourth Friday, that her
sentence was one session from being over for good.

“You know, I’m
beginning to feel myself coming alive again,” Darcy said. She had a winsome,
kind of wandering look in her eyes.

“What’s that
suppose to mean?” Abigail asked.

“Oh! I’d give
anything just to put these rakes down and walk up to the steam, take off my
clothes and swim naked in that pond. What do you say? A little moment of bliss
couldn’t hurt. After all, Aaron’s not going to be back until nearly supper
time. What do you say?”

Abigail
thought for a minute. “I’d say it sounds like a great idea, but …”

“But what?”
Darcy asked.

“I guess,
things are so good between Aaron and me right now, I don’t want to mess it up.”

Darcy shook
her head in feigned exasperation. “You’re going to lose your spark,” she said.

“Well, maybe a
little. But, you know there are other things to get excited about these days.”
She was thinking right then of how Aaron had made love to her to passionately
the night before.

“Yeah, maybe
you do?” Darcy agreed.

Abigail
watched, as Darcy contemplated the thought for some moments, and then as she
put the rake aside by the steps to the mill.

“You know, I
think it’s time,” she said.

“Time for
what?” Abigail asked.

“Time to move
on.”

“You’re going
to leave?”

“Yeah, I’m
going to leave. You’re a lucky woman to have a man like Aaron. I wish I did,
but there aren’t many around that could hold my interest.”

“Maybe if you
stayed in one place long enough you’d find one,” Abigail pointed out.

“Maybe. But
there sure as heck aren’t any here.”

“So you’re
going, just like that?”

“Yeah,” Darcy
replied, as if she’d just made up her mind. “You can handle that last session
with Aaron by yourself, can’t you?”

“Sure. I mean
you could have gone anytime. Aaron wasn’t forcing you to stay.”

“No. But my
sense of justice was. But now, I can’t stand the thought of that belt on my ass
again. I think I’ll go before the old guy gets back.”

Abigail
sighed, knowing it was just like Darcy to end things this way. Going back to
raking, she watched as Darcy made her way to the house to get her things. Such
a remarkable friend, a woman with such spirit and wanderlust. She’d miss her.
And yet, she knew that Darcy Greenwood’s fortunes were in a different place
than hers, and hers were definitely with the man she loved.

a

It was nearly
dark when Aaron Barrow returned from his trip up river. For nearly an hour,
Abigail had been waiting for him in his office, expecting her last session with
him. It was a warm night, so warm that she didn’t feel chilled at all waiting
for her husband in nothing but her shift and stockings, just as she imagined he
would want her.

“Abby, what
are you doing here?” Aaron asked, as he came through the door.

“Isn’t this
where you want me on Friday night?” she asked.

“But I didn’t
expect you to wait here for me like this. It might have been a long time, if my
trip had been delayed.”

“That’s okay,”
she said. It’s given me some time to think.” The mill was quiet at that hour.
The machinery silent, the workers had gone home for the day. There was a
peacefulness about the place that she found pleasant, even if she was waiting
for the wrath of the paddle and his hand.

“Think?” Aaron
asked. “Think about what?”

“About you and
me.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. You
know Darcy’s gone.”

“Looks that
way doesn’t it?” He didn’t seem to care.

“She told me
to thank you for everything, but she didn’t really want to stay around for
another session.”

“You know
that’s her problem,” Aaron said. “There will always be something to take her
somewhere else, so she’ll never really get her feet grounded in anything.”

“I guess
you’re right,” Abigail agreed.

“So what about
you?” Aaron asked.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you’re
here, you’re waiting. You’re not even protesting,” he said.

“Because I
love you Aaron, more than anything in the world. And maybe I’m finally growing
up to be the woman you want. You know today, Darcy wanted me to take off with
her this afternoon. Go skinny dipping in the pond. I thought about it, like it
was just a little innocent thing. But I decided against it. Not that I really
like raking the mill yard, but I guess I just didn’t want to disappoint you
again. And I knew you’d be disappointed. I suppose this whole thing has made me
think beyond myself, think about you and your feelings. Maybe I am growing up.”
She shrugged, feeling for an instant a little foolish with her revelations,
though Aaron didn’t seem to be treating them that way. “Anyway, that’s what I
was thinking about while I was waiting for you.”

“Pretty good
thoughts, I’d say,” he replied.

“You think
so?”

“Yeah. And as
hard as these last few weeks have been on you, they’ve been good for both of
us.”

“But I have to
admit, I’m glad they’re almost over. They are almost over, aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“So does that
mean, that maybe, you’ll let this last session go?” she wondered hopefully.

Aaron smiled
and shook his head “no”, then he sat down in a chair on the other side of the
room. “Means nothing of the sort, my fine brat. Come here.”

Abigail’s
heart sank.

“You’re really
going through with it?” she asked sheepishly.

“You’re ready
for it, aren’t you, dressed in nothing but your shift?”

“I guess I
am.” For the first time all that night, she was shivering, not from cold, but
from that same wickedly horribly wonderful feeling she got just before she was
spanked.

“Over the
lap,” Aaron said, pulling her down.

She was lying
over his thighs a moment later, the palm of Aaron’s hand going down on her
bottom with a flurry of hot-fired strokes.

“Ouch, ouch,
oh no!” she wailed. She wasn’t sure whether the long wait had made it worse;
and she could hardly believe it was true, but this hand spanking seemed worse
than any that she’d had with the belt and paddle. To her surprise, Aaron wasn’t
stopping after a few minutes because his hand was smarting. No, he was paddling
her behind without stopping, one smack after another.

“Ouch, Aaron
please!” she cried.

He just kept
going. Another flourish, then a brief pause, then another. Her bottom was on
fire.

“I can’t stand
it!” she howled.

“Oh, yes you
can. You’ve stood a lot more,” Aaron assured her.

“Ouch,
yeow
!”

She was in
tears.

The smacks
rained down while she wiggled and squirmed. Throughout the whole ordeal, she
tried to wrench away until she was worn out. She wanted to continue her
protests, but her body was feeling limp and unable to move.

Aaron stopped
at last.

Just like the
other sessions, Abigail remained over her husband’s knees while there was a
moment of awesome quiet when neither said a word and neither one moved. But
unlike the other sessions, just when Abigail expected Aaron to push her from
his lap and make her stand in the corner, he began to fondle her hot behind
with the same palm of his hand that had so ruthlessly spanked her. Unlike the
other times, his intentions were definitely erotic, and it didn’t take but
seconds for her to be swept up in the glorious feelings that were racing
through her everywhere.

“Oh, Aaron
yes!” she changed her pleas. She wanted more, and for all her asking, he was
giving her just that. Aaron’s hand played with her ass cheeks, and then dropped
between her slightly parted thighs and began to caress her womanhood until it
was too difficult for either one to hold back any longer. Pulling her off his
lap and into his arms, he moved her to the desk where their love making
continued. Penetrating her swiftly, he held her close to him as they rocked
together into the sweet crescendo of body bliss. Both exploded with an orgasmic
moment, as Aaron’s strong hands massaged Abigail’s magnificent rear cheeks.
Exhausted in the aftermath, the two fell together into the chair where Aaron
held his wife on his lap and they hugged close. It was hot and stuffy in the
mill office, but neither one was considering that at the moment.

“Does growing
up mean I can’t have mischievous thoughts anymore?” Abigail finally said,
pulling away from her husband just enough so that she could see the expression
on his face.

“What kind of
question is that?” Aaron asked, suspiciously.

“A mischievous
one,” she said.

“I think you’d
better explain.”

“Well, when
Darcy suggested that we take off and go skinny dipping in the stream, I really
did want to go.”

“But you
didn’t want to upset me,” Aaron said.

“No, I didn’t
want to upset you, but even more …” Her eyes held a devilish gleam that
he’d seen so often from her—one he treasured even though he had a right to be
suspect of it. “Even more,” she went on, “I wanted to go with you.”

Aaron looked
at her surprised. “You mean you wanted to run naked with me into the night, and
dive into the water and play? Is that the kind of naughty, mischievous thoughts
you were thinking of?” he asked.

Her look was
coy and womanly and alluring, and very appealing. “Exactly,” she said.

Aaron flashed
her a dazzling grin while his eyes gleamed merrily. “No, my love, growing up
doesn’t mean that you can’t have mischievous thoughts anymore,” he said. “As
long you’re including me in your plans.”

With that, the
two stripped down to nothing at all, and venturing out into the sultry warm
night, they made their way together to the stream and the pool of warm water
and the lush comfort of each other’s arms.

“Cooling the
fire on your bottom, Abby?” Aaron asked her, when they were embracing in the
fine feeling liquid.