Page 79 of Blushing Bride

“I explicitly told you to delay the meeting with the emissary until I returned, didn’t I, little girl?”

I hummed nervously.

“Answer me, little girl,” he demanded, his voice firmer than before.

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled.

“And did you?”

“No, sir,” I muttered, staring down at the floor.

“You defied me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

“Why?”

“I thought I could handle it myself,” I whispered, feeling more ashamed by the second. Instead, I’d put us both in danger. If Ryker hadn’t shown up yesterday, I didn’t know if I would have been kidnapped, or worse, dead.

“One of the cornerstones of marriage, my little bride, is that you never have to do anything alone, that you always have someone else there to support you, protect you, help you, whatever you need. Yesterday, you refused to let me do any of those things. Because of that, you put yourself needlessly in danger,” he scolded gently.

I felt even smaller.

“I didn’t mean to…” I protested weakly.

“I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do, little girl, but you know what needs to happen, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” I stepped from one foot to the other anxiously.

“Tell me,” he pushed.

“A spanking,” I muttered.

“A spanking just to make this pretty little pussy wet?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I mumbled.

“A hard spanking?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered fearfully.

“A spanking meant to punish you and teach you to obey your husband?”

“Yes, sir,” I wailed.

“Go into the bathroom and fetch the hairbrush for me. Bring it back to me and ask me for your punishment, my naughty defiant little girl.”

My stomach spiraled with fear. I lifted my gaze to his, but there was no room for negotiation anywhere to be seen. There was no other defense I could possibly think of to maneuver my way out of this.

I knew how this was going to end.

I was going to go get my hairbrush so that he could put me over his knee for a punishment spanking.

Time seemed to slow as I padded away into the bathroom. I picked up the hairbrush, noticing for the first time the wooden back and the weight of it. It was heavy.

That probably meant that it was going to hurt.

Before I knew it, I was back in front of him. He held out his palm and I passed him the brush. He put it aside and grasped my wrist, gently pulling me forward over one knee. He pinned my legs with his right, which made the nerves pumping through me spiral even more. I wasn’t going to escape what was about to happen.

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