Her Old-Fashioned Husband Page 11

  “Okay, Frankie,” he said gently when another ten minutes were up. “Come here, now.”

  Frankie turned and walked over to him dressed in just her top, which wasn’t long enough to hide her clean-shaven pussy from his gaze. But that wasn’t what he was here for. Maybe later.

  Right now, Frankie needed to know that when he told her something, he meant it. And disobeying had consequences.

  “What do you have to say?” he asked.

  “I’m sorry for disobeying you.”

  “I’m sorry you did, too, baby. I don’t enjoy making you cry, but I want you to know that every time you disobey me there is going to be a punishment. I love you, honey. So much. And I never want anything bad to happen to you, I simply couldn’t bear it. Now, lay yourself over my lap and we’ll get started.”

  For a moment he thought she wasn’t going to move, but then she slowly placed herself over his thighs, her bottom nice and high, perfectly rounded. She gasped and he smiled as he realized she’d seen the wooden spoon.

  Tom rubbed her bottom, enjoying the feel of her, and then reaching back he smacked his hand down. Hard.

  Frankie gasped and instantly a bright pink patch appeared on her bottom.

  “When I give you a rule, young lady.” Smack! Smack! “I am not just speaking to hear my own voice.” Smack! Smack!

  Tom concentrated on her right side, slapping his hand down in the same spot over and over.

  “I expect to be obeyed.” Smack! Smack!

  Frankie groaned softly. Smack! Smack!

  He fired his hand down. “I think after this.” Smack! Smack! “You’ll think twice about disobeying me.” Her right buttock was flaring red by now, time to move to the left.

  Smack! Smack!

  “Won’t you, little one?”

  Smack! Smack!

  Her butt was now a deep crimson, her skin was flaring hot against his palm.

  “Yes, sir,” she moaned. “Please stop, it hurts so bad! I’m so sorry.”

  Ah, there it was, she was starting to lose her stiffness. Tom answered her plea with a barrage of heavy spanks that soon had her sobbing. He hated hearing her cry, but knew she needed this. Needed to be held accountable, to know someone loved her enough to make sure she was safe and happy.

  She wiggled, her feet kicking frantically, but Tom was a well experienced spanker, he simply adjusted his grip and kept going until her gorgeous ass was a deep scarlet and she was beyond words, simply sobbing limply on his lap.

  Stilling, his hand stinging like crazy, he rubbed her back as she cried.

  “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

  “I know, baby. Only a little bit more punishment to go and then I’ll cuddle you, and tuck you up into bed.”

  She wailed. “Please no more, no more.”

  “Shh, shh,” he told her, nearly giving in to her pleas. But he wouldn’t be doing either of them any favors by giving in to her demands. “I’m going to help you off my lap sweetie, and then I want you on all fours on the floor.”

  He helped her off his lap. Slowly, she got down on all fours, facing away from him.

  “That’s my very good girl. I want you to split your legs wide. Wider, sweetie, I know you go further.”

  Frankie parted her thighs so nothing was hidden from his sight.

  “Good girl. Now lower your chest down until its resting on the floor then I want you to reach back with both hands and part your naughty bottom cheeks.”

  Frankie gaped at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “Please no, I promise to never disobey again.”

  Tom chuckled. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetie. We both know you’re never going to be that obedient. And life would be pretty boring if you were. Now, do as you were told before I decide to add extras.”

  Sniffling, she slowly reached back and parted her bottom cheeks, hissing as her hands came into contact with what had to be very stinging skin. Her small puckered hole was revealed to him, stirring his blood. His cock stiffened.

  Not now.

  Now wasn’t the time. Later, he could indulge.

  “Good girl. I’m very proud of you. Now, I’m going to spank your little bottom hole with the wooden spoon. I want you to stay very still and take your punishment. It’s a count of twenty. If you try to move then I start all over.”

  “Please, sir, no.”

  “Shh, now. Just be a good girl and it will all be over soon.”

  He knelt, facing away from her. Swiftly he brought the wooden spoon down on her sensitive inner butt cheeks.

  “Oww, it hurts.”

  “It’s meant too, baby. That was one.”

  By the time he reached twenty they were both shaking. Quickly, he grabbed the small butt plug and lube.

  “Just a bit more to go, darling. You’re going to have to wear a bottom plug tonight as a reminder that I don’t like to hear my wife swearing.” As he spoke he slathered the plug in lube. He ran his finger over her asshole then pressed the tip of his finger inside her. She cried out, but he pushed his finger in and out of her without hesitation, becoming seriously turned on at the sight of his finger disappearing into her hole.

  Tom ran his thumb through her folds, feeling the moisture there. He really shouldn’t reward her bad behavior. But damn, he wanted her. He flicked her clit as he drove his finger in and out of her ass.

  “Please, please, Tom, please,” she begged, nearly breathless with arousal.

  “Please what?” he asked.

  “Please let me come.”

  “You’ve been naughty, I should leave you hanging.”

  “No,” she wailed. “Please.”

  He chuckled. “Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood.” He pushed a second finger into her asshole, moving slowly as she cried out before upping his pace. Dropping his mouth to her pussy, he pushed his tongue through her folds, drinking in her rich moisture. Then he began tapping her clit insistently.

  He felt her quiver and leaning back, looked up at her. “You need to ask my permission before you come, Frankie,” he warned her.

  “What?”

  “I’m in charge of everything including your pleasure. For the next two weeks you do not come unless I say so.”

  “Oh God, oh God,” she moaned. “Please let me come, sir.”

  “Not yet,” he told her wickedly, smiling a little at her frustrated cry. Poor thing, it had to be so hard, holding back.

  Tom withdrew his fingers from her ass and grabbed the butt plug, rubbing it against her asshole.

  “Please, sir, please,” she begged, writhing beneath him.

  Tom pulled back, just staring down at her.

  “May I come, sir?” she asked.

  “You may,” he told her, flicking her clit with his thumb. As the first tremor of her release hit her, he pressed the butt plug forward, pressing it into her bottom as she shook and cried out.

  Tom continued to rub her clit as she shivered. “Good girl, you’re so beautiful, you know that right?” he told her as he started stripping off. The sight of her red butt, the butt plug between her cheeks, the wetness coating her folds and the top of her thighs almost had him coming before he even got inside her. He gritted his teeth and lined the head of his cock up against her pussy, pressing deep inside her.

  “Oh honey, you have no idea how good that feels,” he groaned. “You are so tight, so hot.”

  He pulled back then pushed forward.

  “I feel so full,” she cried.

  “You’re doing so well,” he praised her, speeding up, thrusting his hips back and forth. Pleasure rushed over his body, making his legs trembles, his torso shake.

  “I can’t hold on much longer, sweetie,” he warned her, before pushing forward one final time and coming inside her. He yelled out in satisfaction, barely able to stop himself from collapsing on top of her.

  Recovering, his body sated and relaxed, Tom managed to find the energy to gather her up in his arms to carry her to their bedroom. He glanced down at her face, alarmed at the tears running down her cheeks.

  “Honey, what is it? Did I hurt you?” He placed her on the bed and ran his hands over her. “Where is the pain? Is it the plug? Your bottom?”

  Frankie shook her head and opened her arms. “No pain. Well, besides my spanked butt. I just, I feel a little overwhelmed. Hold me, please?”

  “You-you won’t get sick of me?” she asked tremulously.

  “Oh, baby, never,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I love you. I just want to keep you safe. I’m an overprotective, sometimes overbearing bastard, I know. But I will never give you up.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Come on,” Frankie said impatiently. “Let’s go.”

  She bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited for Tom to finish gathering up the food for their picnic.

  “Coming, baby. Just let me grab a blanket and then I’ll be there in a second,” he called out.

  Frankie was ready to go, dressed in her bright pink bikini. They’d been here are few days now and already Frankie felt happier, lighter. Of course, it was a bit of a learning curve, giving over all her control to Tom, but once she’d stopped fighting herself, she’d found it freeing.

  And it made her feel closer to Tom. As though he now knew all of her, and he hadn’t run. It was a revelation.

  “Right, all set.” He walked out carrying the picnic basket, a blanket and two towels resting on the top of it. He was dressed in swimming shorts and a t-shirt.

  “Yay!” Frankie opened the door and bounced outside.

  “Excited, honey?”

  “I love the lake and swimming.”

  “I know you do.” He smiled at her as they walked along.

  “Want me to carry something?” she asked.

  “No, you know the rules. You don’t carry your own bags when I’m around.”

  “Tom?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I really enjoy being here with you, like this.”

  Tom smiled, his eyes filled with happiness. “Me too.”

  “Sometimes I wish we could stay here forever,” she said wistfully.

  Tom raised his brows. “You want this arrangement permanently?” he asked, his surprise evident.

  “Oh no.” She shook her head. “I think I’d kill you eventually. I like having you in charge, I feel closer to you, like I trusted you before but now it’s been taken to a higher level, you know. But I will eventually want to make some of my own decision. No, I just meant being together, the two of us. It’s nice.”

  “Yes, honey, it is. How about we make a pact? How about we promise each other that we’ll get away together at least four or five times a year?”

  Frankie beamed up at him. “I’d like that.”

  He squeezed her hand. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

  Frankie squealed as the water came into sight. She pulled at Tom’s hold on her, wanting to run ahead, but he held onto her tightly.

  “Hey, what’s the rush,” he teased. “The lake will still be there in two minutes.”

  “Urgh, you’re such a spoilsport sometimes,” she groaned.

  He chuckled then let go of her hand. “Off you go, then,” he told her with a heavy slap to her ass.

  Frankie poked her tongue out at him, before taking off with a squeal. Tom dropped his stuff and took off after her.

  “Ooh, you’re in trouble when I get you,” he yelled.

  Frankie just laughed.

  *****

  “Right, baby, time to go in and eat,” Tom told Frankie as they played in the water.

  “I’ll be in soon, okay?”

  Tom thought about it for a moment. He didn’t like her staying in the water without him, but Frankie was an excellent swimmer. Sometimes he had to fight his more overprotective instincts, not wanting to completely smother her.

  “Okay, baby, don’t go swim any further out, you’ve been in here for a while and I don’t want you getting too tired.”

  “Can’t have that.” She winked.

  He grinned. “No, you’ll need some energy for later.” Squeezing her butt cheek, Tom turned and swam lazily back to shore.

  God, he was so lucky. Frankie was amazing, beautiful, sensual and dynamic, plus she had this other side to her that was vulnerable, open and childlike. He adored the whole package that made up his wife.

  He knew she needed this time, they both did. Coming here a few times a year would be good for them. Give them both a chance to relax and rejuvenate and to indulge in whatever sort of play they felt like.

  Tom dried himself off and put his t-shirt back on before laying out the blanket and pulling the picnic basket over. When it was unpacked to his satisfaction, he looked out at the lake.

  “Frankie, time to come in,” he called out, frowning when he couldn’t see her straight away.

  Then he saw her out in the distance. A lot further out than she’d been before.

  He stormed to the edge of the water, fighting back his fear. Frankie was a strong swimmer, she’d probably just lost track of how far out she was.

  “Frankie!” he yelled louder. “Get back here now!”

  Her head bobbed as she looked back at him. He breathed a sigh of relief as she started back. Tom’s worry grew at how slowly she moved.

  If she was dawdling out of defiance he was going to make sure she couldn’t sit down for the rest of their holiday.

  He tore off his t-shirt, and strode into the water, determined to go and get her. His heart literally stopped as Frankie raised her hand into the air, showing him her closed fist. It was their signal if one of them was ever in trouble in the water.

  Tom raced through the water until it got to waist level, then he struck out, swimming steadily towards her. Getting closer, he saw she was just lying on her back, floating.

  “Frankie,” he called out as he got closer. He grabbed her under her breasts, helping support her. “What’s wrong?”

  She smiled at him weakly. “Sorry, I didn’t know I was so far out and I was getting so tired. I was scared to keep going so I decided to float for a while.”

  Panic threatened to overwhelm him at the weakness in her voice, her pale skin. He squashed the feeling. He was a doctor; he’d dealt with emergency situations before.

  But never his own wife!

  “It’s okay, honey, you did the right thing. I’m going to pull you into the shore, all right? Then we’ll get you all warmed up.”

  He began to swim with one arm, paddling his feet steadily. Thank God he’d kept up his fitness routine, he wasn’t a young kid of eighteen anymore, but he still had plenty of go in him.

  “I’ll help,” she said quietly.

  “No,” he said sharply as he saw her legs start to move. “You just lie there, young lady. And you do not want to disobey me on right now.”

  “I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

  “Shh, honey,” he said tenderly, immediately feeling like an asshole. She had to feel awful, scared and sick and here he was scolding her! “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have spoken so harshly. It’s all right. You just really scared me.”

  Tom reached the shore eventually and standing, pulled her up into his arms. Carrying her over to the blanket, he got her towel and quickly dried her. Then he haphazardly chucked the food into the basket before wrapping her up in the blanket. Her teeth chattered, her skin pale and cold as he held her on his lap and took her pulse.

  It was slow.

  “I’m sorry,” she said pitifully, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry.”

  “Shh, baby,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “It’s all right. I’m going to get you back to the cabin and warmed up then I’ll make you a hot chocolate, all right?”

  She nodded.

  Tom packed up the rest of their stuff and placed the handles of the basket over one arm. He could come back for it, but he knew once he got Frankie back to the cabin he wouldn’t want to leave her again. He glanced down at her, worried at her pale listlessness as she lay there, her eyes closed. As well as getting very cold, she must have gotten a hell of a scare, he knew he had.

  “Okay, sweetheart, let’s get you home.” Crouching, he picked her up in his arms.

  Frankie gasped, her eyes opening. “I can walk.”

  He snorted. “Like hell, honey, you can barely keep your eyes open. Now, stop fussing and just lie quietly like a good girl.”

  “Okay,” she agreed, making him worry even more, it wasn’t like Frankie not to argue a point.

  Frankie opened her eyes as she heard Tom enter the room. He placed a steaming mug of hot chocolate on the bedside table then sat beside her, placing his doctor’s bag on the floor beside him.

  After carrying her all the way home, he’d put them both in a hot shower, the cabin didn’t have a bath, and continued to support her as he warmed them both up. Then he’d dried her off, and placing her in some fleecy pajamas, put her to bed. Frankie hadn’t even bothered to protest that it was only two in the afternoon. She was exhausted.

  Tom grabbed her wrist and turned it over, holding two fingers over her pulse while he stared at his wristwatch. He then reached into his black bag and grabbed his stethoscope. She loved watching him in doctor mode. Pulling back the covers slightly, he undid the buttons on the front of her pajama top and pulling the slides apart, placed the rounded end of the stethoscope on her chest.

  “I’m not sick, Tom,” she said gently, needing to reassure him as her adult self.

  He just stared at her sternly. “Take a deep breath. Now out.”

  With a soft sigh, Frankie did as she was told, letting him help her up so he could check the back of her chest.

  Tom helped her lie down again. “Roll over. I want to take your temperature.”

  “But Tom, I’m fine,” she whined, starting to feel a bit more alert. For a while there she’d felt as though she was outside her own body, weird and disengaged.

  Tom frowned. “I don’t like your color and your pulse is sluggish. I will be taking your temperature, whether I do it now or after a spanking is up to you.”

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