Answering to Him (Old-Fashioned Husband) by Dinah McLeod Read Free Book Online Page A

didn’t think I had the words to explain it to him, when I barely understood it myself. Something inside me knew that I needed his guidance, I needed his punishment. But how could I ever make him see that ? How could I put what I felt into words that wouldn’t make me sound like a crazy person?
    “You know what? Forget it.”
    “No, I am not just going to forget about it, Alicia,” he objected. “We’ve been married too long to start acting like this, OK? If something’s bothering you, I want to know.”
    He was right, but I didn’t know how to bridge the gap I felt opening up between us. “I’m tired.”
    “Fine, you can go to bed.” Nodding, I tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his hold on me, adding, “ After we talk about those tickets.”
    Uh-oh. That didn’t sound good. Since my outburst, I’d forgotten all about the tickets. “I will figure out a way to pay for them,” I said.
    To my surprise, Oliver hauled me over his lap. I reached my hands out to prop myself up on the comforter, turning my head to look at him. Before I could open my mouth to protest, he’d already slid my sweat pants down to my knees and swept my panties down with them. “It’s not about the money.”
    “Then what—”
    My protest was cut off with two resounding smacks to my bare bottom, one to each quivering cheek. “This is about having more regard for your safety.” As soon as he’d finished speaking, he began warming my bottom in earnest.
    “Stop it!” I cried out. “Jonah will hear you!”
    “Then I’d suggest you keep it down.” His cool remark made me insanely angry, but I bit back my retort and tried to get into the rhythm of the spanking.
    I felt my temper rise with each and every biting spank that landed on my tender flesh. My eyes filled with tears, but they were hot, angry ones, not repentant at all. Just when I thought I was about to boil over with frustration, he stopped. I could have slapped him, I was so pissed.
    “Remember that every time you get the urge to have a lead foot,” he said, and I scowled at him. If he noticed my mutinous face, he didn’t comment.
    With a huff, I turned away from him, crawling into bed and burying myself under the blankets. I was seething with rage. Who did he think he was ? He hadn’t even listened to me, or given me a chance to defend myself! He’d just started spanking, like some… some… some hot-shot that thought he got the final say!
    I fumed all night long, long after Oliver set his book down and turned off the light. Then I stared into the darkness, too wound up to sleep.
     

Chapter 4
     
    Oliver had gotten pretty handsy in his sleep, and even though I’d kept shrugging him off, his hand still found an intimate spot to caress no matter which way I turned. By the time his alarm went off, I’d had little to no sleep, and I knew my face reflected it. The way my husband drew back when he saw me confirmed it.
    “How’d you sleep?” he asked, as though nothing of any importance had happened between us. Maybe to him, it hadn’t, but I was still angry.
    “Not well,” I replied shortly, throwing off the covers and getting out of bed.
    “I was thinking about taking off for lunch today.”
    I ignored the olive branch he was trying to offer me, and reached for my robe. I slid it over my arms and pulled the sash tight around my waist, tying it into a bow.
    “Did you hear me, Alicia?”
    Of course I heard you, I thought to myself. I’m not deaf. Aloud I said only, “Yes, Oliver.”
    “I was thinking it’d be nice to go to Fredicks’.”
    I closed my eyes at the mention of our favorite Italian restaurant. Just that one word alone conjured mouth-watering aromas of meat sauce, and cannoli that was to die for. He knew he was fighting dirty even bringing it up. “It’s expensive,” I replied brusquely.
    “We can spring it,” he decided .
    I opened my mouth to remind him that he’d spanked me for getting two tickets, which assured that we most