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“Everything is absolutely perfect.”

Chapter Six

Layla remembered her earlier words and wondered how true they were.

Was everything perfect? Was Courtney right? Perhaps she wasn’t cut out for this whole submission thing.

She quickly dismissed the notion. This is what I am, she told herself. Who I am. Those doubts aren’t mine. They’re hers.

Layla worked hard to shove them from her brain and focus on the moment.

Her wedding night.

The thrill of it all once again gripped her and she willed her body to stop trembling. She drew a deep breath, held it a moment, and exhaled.

She shifted her thoughts to the dress. Focus on the dress. Keep it up. Offer yourself to Kirk like a good girl. This is your first spanking as husband and wife. You’ll only get to live this exact moment once.

“I’m so proud of you,” Kirk said softly. “Do you understand why you’re getting this spanking, honey? What it means?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Good girl. And do you understand that discipline is for your own good. That I do it because I love you more than anything in this world?”

“Yes, sir. Oh, Kirk, I love you, too.” She sniffled as a tear cascaded down her cheek. It wasn’t from fear. Far from it. The intimacy and meaning of the moment that seized her was nearly overwhelming.

“Just take deep breaths. Exhale. It will sting but you can do this, baby. I promise.”

She lurched forward as he gently tapped the wooden paddle against her cheeks.

The paddle that had been signed by the other wives back in Brennan County. She drew strength from that fact, knowing they were a sisterhood.

“The first swat is coming. You’re doing so good. Count them, please.”

“Yes, s-sir.”

She pinched her eyes closed tightly and braced herself.

She heard the swoosh as the wood cut through the air. Another tear fell onto the bed below.

Her cheeks flattened against the unforgiving implement.

And there it was. Her first swat. From her husband. It stung. It hurt her pride. It felt wonderful.

“One, sir!” Her words were rushed and loud.

“Good girl,” he said. “I’m so proud of you, my love.”

The spanking continued, only stopping briefly midway for Kirk to lower her panties. He then delivered five more crisp swats that had her sobbing. Once it was over, he pulled her panties back up.

Her bottom had been set ablaze. She knew that was only a taste of what would happen if—no, when—she disobeyed. He’d held back, being as she wasn’t actually being disciplined for an infraction. This was more of a symbolic spanking. A ceremonial one. Even still, her bottom glowed like smoldering embers. The hurt worked its way down the back of her thighs. She winced as she went into Kirk’s strong arms.

But that loving embrace caused her to forget all about the pain. The weight of the world—any doubts and fears, all her troubles—were instantly washed away as she laid her head on his muscular chest.

He rubbed her back soothingly.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Baby, I am so proud of you.”

He put his hand under her chin and gingerly guided her head upwards until he was looking down into her eyes. He stroked her cheek. “Do you know how much I love you?”

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