Reluctant Consent by Saorise Roghan Read Free Book Online

Andrew
said.
          Was that
kindness in his voice?
         “You’re doing great,
baby.”
       “Don’t you fucking call me baby!”   The doorman probably heard her.
            Kincaid moaned.
             “We’ll worry about language during discipline another time,” Andrew
muttered, and delivered five more strong wallops to
her backside.
          His hands,
reaching for her panties and skirt, sliding them into place, startled Denise.
She was sobbing uncontrollably now.   The belt had been very unpleasant but she understood the real pain and
her tears were about the feelings of powerless suffocating her heart and soul.
        She jerked away from the
desk.
        Andrew
handed her a tissue and stood while she blew her nose.        His hands reached out to grasp her arms, as
if to pull her to him.   Denise
punched his chest with both fists, pushing back at him with a ferocious rage he
ignored. Moving around her, he placed his hand at the small of her back, and
then ushered her past the desk and opened a door.   “Take a few minutes.”
          She fled into
the bathroom.   In the cool
stillness she sat crouched on the toilet sobbing.   The sobs increased when her inflamed rear hit the seat
         When she could, she
got up and lowered her underpants, hiked her skirt around her waist, and aiming
her butt at the mirror, turned to look over her shoulder in disbelief.   He butt was bright red, with even darker
streaks slashed across her buttocks.    She sat down on the toilet seat and immediately
started crying again. It hurt. It took her a moment before her urine flowed. Her
vagina was soaked with her own juices. She intended to marry a perv who had
publicly spanked her and apparently she was a perv too because her stupid body
had responded with enthusiasm. Disbelief made her sob even harder.
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
            Married
life was not newly wedded bliss . The frown
decorating Andrew’s forehead deepened as he turned the car into the drive. He
listened as the gate hummed for several seconds before it finally lurched into
gear and performed roughly ¼ of the job before abruptly stopping. Andrew
stabbed the button again.   After
long seconds the gate retraced its path and remained shut. He rested his
forehead on the steering wheel, sensing a possible metaphor for his life with
this family.
           
    He
let a full minute pass before he tried again. The gate remained solidly in
place and eyeing it with skepticism, he pressed the button with precision and
closed his eyes, keeping them shut for the duration of the humming, rattling,
wheezing, and the final clank at the other end of the journey.
    The
nose of the car crept forward and a hoard of dogs raced to meet the car,
branching off at the last point before activating the invisible fence, to run
frantically back toward the house and surrounding buildings.   Andrew sighed.   It was unlikely he’d make it out of the
garage without at least one pair of feet landing on his chest.  
    He
swung his legs out of the car and at least ten of the dogs raced back to greet him.   He hissed at them, glaring and showing
teeth. They slunk back and Andrew left the car, reaching blindly into the back
for his briefcase, thereby keeping his gaze fixed on the dogs.   He hissed once more for good measure.
    From
under the stairs leading to the porch, a feral cat hissed. Inside, the house
was quiet though everything was out of place, nothing quite right, really
clean, or working properly. He sat his satchel on the bottom stair and headed
to the back of the house where he expected to find the boys, at least.  
    Having
insisted Denise demonstrate acquiescence the once, they had married immediately
to meet the custody terms of her parent’s will. Andrew then felt a little room,
some extra space, was appropriate, even gentlemanly.   Since then she’d walked an ever wide berth around him, speaking politely, formally