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near her woman parts. The next instant Hank entered her in
one swift hard thrust.
    Mandy screamed. She felt a sharp pain
inside and an incredible fullness. He had forced his manhood inside her and it
hurt!
    “It hurts.” Mandy cried and looked
at him imploringly.
    “Sh, sh, sh,” Hank soothed. But he
didn’t move. “Just give it a minute and the pain should ease. I’m big and it’s
your first time. You’ll stretch a bit and it won’t hurt so much.”
    Mandy tried to move but couldn’t in
the position he had her in. Hank pulled out just a bit and slowly reentered. He
did that a few more times and it began to feel good.
    Hank smiled down at her. “Better?”
he asked.
    Mandy was surprised at how the pain
at eased and almost completely disappeared already. “Yes.” Mandy smiled back at
him and he kissed her. “Better.”
    Hank started into rocking in and
out of her and Mandy could feel every inch of him on every thrust. She watched
his face as he made love to her and thought he had never looked more handsome
to her than he did when he was working his manhood in and out of her.
    She didn’t recall ever seeing the
look on his face she was seeing right now. Maybe this was what love looked
like. She still really couldn’t be sure.
    Hank started picking up speed,
going faster and faster, until he let out a loud groan, slammed hard into Mandy
and then collapsed on top of her. She immediately put her arms around him and
held him tight. She didn’t even let go when he rolled to the side, moving with
him as he held her tight too. The snow was still falling hard outside the cabin
and the wind still whipping about.
    Hank and Mandy both fell fast
asleep in each other’s arms, in bed together for the first time since their
marriage.

Chapter 4
    The silence at the table was
deafening. Hank ate silently while Mandy tried to focus on her plate. The tears
were already gathering in her eyes and making it hard to see. Hank was more
than halfway through his supper when he looked up to see that Mandy hadn’t
touched a bite.
    “If you’re not going to eat, then
you can go stand in the corner until I’m finished.”
    Mandy rose slowly at Hank’s command,
swiping quickly at both eyes with the back of her hand, and picked up her plate
to put in the wash bucket.
    “Leave it be—I’ll clean up.”
    Mandy put her plate down without
meeting Hank’s eyes.
    “Corner. Now.”
    “Yes, sir.” Mandy’s voice was no
more than a whisper, but even with that weak response it was all she could do
not to burst into tears. She walked slowly over to the corner and pressed her
nose into it, trying to keep hold of herself until the actual punishment began.
    It wasn’t the spanking itself that
Mandy was crying over. She pretty much knew what to expect as far as that went,
since Hank had been pretty consistent to this point in their marriage. He
hadn’t ever punished her more harshly than she was able to bear.
    Oh, it hurt. Hank had a very hard
and large hand, calloused from all the work he did. He was a lean man, but his
trim physique was deceptive. He was powerfully strong. And his spankings hurt.
She usually couldn’t sit for any length of time for at least a day or two.
    No, if he decided that a spanking
was in order then he did it right and proper every time. And so far Hank had
never used anything other than his hand to hit her. No belt, or hairbrush, or
switch, even though he had threatened those things a few times. Nope, only his
big hard hand. That was more than enough for Mandy.
    Mandy was crying over the fact that
she needed to be punished in the first place. She had let him down and his
disappointment was unbearable to her. She wished he would punish her a bit more
harshly this time. Maybe it would wash away the guilt that she felt.
    She hadn’t meant to lose her
temper. And at a church function to boot. She had embarrassed Hank, she knew he
was ashamed of her and she had truly started out the day with every intention
of doing