Her maid was there to greet her as Clara stumbled in the front door. The carriage ride home had done nothing to soothe her nerves and she was frantic to find Charles and apologize for all of her misbehavior to this point in their marriage. She knew that if she didn’t get this just right there would be dire consequences for her.
“Where is my husband, Susan?” Clara asked the maid, her fear heard plainly in her voice. Her eyes were wide in nervous anticipation, and her hair, a wavy mess around her face from her less than dignified experiences with Mrs. Ashfield that afternoon.
Susan, feeling a bit perplexed by the site of her mistress, replied that her husband was relaxing in the salon. She watched in disbelief as Clara all but ran from the room. She looked over at the head maid in disbelief, but the older, more experienced member of the staff just smiled, knowingly. Ms. Bonnie knew exactly what was going on. She instructed Susan to stay away from the salon for the rest of the evening, unless explicitly summoned by the man of the house.
Clara entered the salon and upon seeing her husband, smoking his pipe by the fire, she threw herself at his feet, kneeling low upon the floor, her cheek resting upon his boot. Her young body trembled visibly.
Charles glared down at the kneeling figure before him, offering her no reprieve. No, his pretty young wife had been discourteous to him ever since he had rescued her from her pitiful existence with her parents and she was going to experience the full brunt of his displeasure tonight. He left her, trembling on the floor and walked over to the wet bar, pouring himself a whiskey. He let the warm liquid swirl around in his mouth as he surveyed young Clara. It appeared that Mrs. Ashfield had taught her a thing or two that afternoon, as she remained kneeling upon the floor, not daring to move. Finally, he simply asked, “Yes”?
Remaining in position, Clara asked for permission to offer her apologies. Charles seated himself on one of the plush salon chairs and granted this request, instructing her to crawl to his feet first. He felt his cock twitch as he watched his pretty young wife crawl submissively to his feet and wait for his permission to speak.
“Go ahead, Clara,” he instructed, stroking his beard, gazing down upon her trim figure.
“Charles, I am so sorry,” she began, lowering her gaze to his feet as she spoke. “I have failed you miserably as your wife and I would very much like the chance to make it up to you. I now see the error in my ways and I know that I have been incredibly foolish.”
Charles said nothing, but waited for her to continue. Clara took a deep breath and continued on as Mrs. Ashfield had instructed.
“Please, Charles, “ she begged. “Please discipline me as you see fit, please discipline me harshly and show me what you want me to be. Please, I’ll do anything,” she said, looking up at him, tears in her eyes. “I promise, I will do anything.”
In response, Charles lightly cupped her cheek in his hand, staring deep into her eyes.
“Yes,” he responded, lightly slapping her face. “You will do anything and you will do in quickly when instructed. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Charles, yes…I understand,” she responded meekly, her cheek stinging from the slap.
Charles was rock hard and wanted nothing more than to fuck his young wife right there in the salon, but he knew that he had to establish his dominance over her first. She was fresh from Mrs. Ashfield’s office and feeling very submissive, but he knew that as the pain in her backside dissipated from her earlier discipline, that her demeanor may change as well. He wanted to ensure that the impudent, disrespectful wife he had endured for the past two weeks was gone and that firmly installed in her place, was a little girl who would obey his every command.
“Stand up,” he instructed.
Clara immediately rose to her feet, standing by his side.
“Lift your dress up above your waist,” Charles commanded.
Clara obeyed, trembling, fearing the discipline that was no doubt coming to her.
While Charles was pleased with her obedience, he maintained a stern look on his face. Reaching out with both hands, he yanked her panties to her knees, revealing her young pussy. He outlined the tawse marks on her thighs with his finger, eliciting a painful moan from his new bride.
“Over my knee, young lady,” he instructed, taking her firmly by the arm. Soon, Clara was face down over his strong lap. He was much larger than Mrs. Ashfield, and she hung limply over his knee, feet and arms dangling. Her bare behind was squarely positioned over his leg where he could best attend to it.
Charles surveyed his wife’s shapely behind. It was still a warm pink, and was decorated with a few remaining welts. It was obvious that Mrs. Ashfield had not gone easy on her and neither would Charles. Tonight, Clara needed to learn that her husband was the head of their household, that he was her master and ruler, and that she had better obey him and obey him quickly.
He brought his hand down sharply on her bottom. She cried out but made no move to evade his discipline. He tested her again, slapping her cheeks repetitively and then pausing. While she made small cries of discomfort, she did not attempt to reach back or roll off of his lap. Satisfied that she would take his discipline, he began to really spank her. Hard, hot spanks rained all over her bottom and soon her lashes were wet with tears and her cries could be clearly heard throughout the household. The young maid in the kitchen was beside herself as she heard her mistress getting a thorough, painful spanking from her husband. Susan tried to busy herself, but the loud, sharp slaps rang throughout the house.
Over her husband’s knee, Clara learned the lesson that she had known was coming all afternoon. She did her best to lay submissively over his knee, while he continuously spanked her bottom and thighs, letting her know exactly how he felt about her misbehavior. She regretted each and every instance of insolence and wished she had spread her pretty thighs for him on their wedding night. Oh how she wished she had focused on being a good wife and that her life had not been resorted to this.
Charles spanked on, determined to make an impression upon his young bride. He knew that women had to be forcefully shown who owned them and who they would answer to. He planned on dominating her in many ways that night…ways that would bring her pain, but ways that would bring her pleasure as well. By the end of the evening, he would have a changed wife sleeping by his side. A wife who would exist to tend to his needs, bring him pleasure, and willingly obey his every command. As Clara lay limply over his lap, bottom still in place to receive as much punishment as he wanted to give it, he finally ended her first spanking from her husband with several harder slaps to her lower cheeks. He wanted her to remember this lesson, to remember the sting that his palm could make on her backside.
Clara sobbed quietly, awaiting further instruction from her husband while she lay submissively over his lap. She felt shamed, knowing that the household staff had heard her spanking and heard her cries as she was disciplined in the salon. She vowed that she would do everything she could to please Charles from now on.
“Stand up, Clara,” Charles instructed, sternly, though he gently helped her up off his lap. She had taken her spanking well, but he wasn’t quite ready to offer her any praise.
“Go and fix me a drink,” he commanded, pleased with the way she scurried to the wet bar. She returned quickly with his drink in hand.
He took a long, hard sip, watching her as she stared demurely at the floor. He was consumed with thoughts of dominating her with his cock. So consumed, he had all but forgotten the second part of the homework assignment that Mrs. Ashfield had assigned.
“Charles?” she began, quietly.
“Please let me show you my appreciation for your taking the time to properly discipline me,” she requested, dropping to her knees in front of him, head bowed.
He granted his permission and continued to sip his whiskey as his young wife knelt forward, releasing his cock from his trousers. He was bemused at her trembling fingers and the way she took a deep breath before taking his shaft into her pretty little mouth. He allowed her to try to please him for several minutes before he set down his whiskey and fisted her hair. He began to pump his cock in and out of her lovely mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Under his grip, all she could do was try to keep up, but it was very different than her lesson from Mrs. Ashfield. The taste, the smell…nothing could have prepared her for the savage way her husband fucked her mouth. Suddenly, her mouth was full of his salty semen and she did her best to swallow it all as Mrs. Ashfield had instructed. Charles fell back in his chair, catching his breath, all the while watching his young bride on her knees, awaiting further instruction.
“Corner, now,” he managed, pointing to where he wanted her.
She rushed to her feet and into the corner. She quickly raised her skirts, so that her well-spanked bottom was displayed for his pleasure, as Mrs. Ashfield had taught her. She leaned forward, putting her nose as far in the corner as possible, her flaming backside jutting out behind her.
Charles nodded his head in silent approval, as he surveyed the lovely figure of his now obedient bride. As he took another long swig on his whiskey, he thought to himself, now this is what marriage is supposed to be.