The Obedient Wife by Carolyn Faulkner Read Free Book Online Page B

said, “I was going to give you a short sweet spanking, but the longer and harder you protest, the more effort I’m going to put into it and the longer and harder it’s going to be.”
     
    Ginger stiffened immediately.  As much as she was into spanking - and she was . . . well, reading about it, anyway - the reality seemed a bit too . . . well, real for her all of a sudden.  Her butt was already throbbing and stinging fiercely from just those few swats.  She wasn’t at all eager to find out what the rest of the spanking was going to be like, but then she wasn’t interested in lengthening it, either.
    Her brain wasn’t, anyway.  Her crotch - well, that was an entirely different matter.  This position - submissive and vulnerable and inherently intimate, with her privates placed directly over that seemingly ever-present erection - had enflamed that area - almost as much as her butt cheeks.  She could feel her most intimate parts swelling and aching, burning with his every word and move. 
    She’d never be able to deny that parts of her were definitely enjoying this.  Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice - and her entire body contracted at the thought that he might just go exploring to determine that before he let her up - but his palm lay over the entirety of her bottom, as if claiming it for his own, tantalizingly close to where she desperately didn’t want - wanted - didn’t want - him to explore with those big fingers . . . .
    It was a quick spanking - as his spankings went - just enough to feel her out on it, to gage her reactions before, during and after.  He was very careful not to over-spank - this time - especially at first and most especially because she was right out of the water, and he knew that that made a woman’s bottom even more sensitive, so he wouldn’t have to spank her as many times to achieve the same effect.
    But he also didn’t want to just let her go with nothing, because that wouldn’t be how it would usually go - quite the contrary, so he had to be careful not to tip too much in either direction.  He thought he had achieved just about the right level on everything.
    Ginger, however, wasn’t necessarily buying into any of it.  In fact, he thought that he had made a terrible mistake and misjudged her at first.  The moment he began to spank her again, she began to sob and wail so loudly that he was a bit worried that someone from the house might decide she needed to be rescued.
    Apparently, though, that gang was just a bit too much in their cups, because no one came.
    He finally let her up - feeling quite proud of himself for resisting the considerable temptation of taking her bikini panties down - and not necessarily so that he could freely swat that beautiful bare bottom.  Much to his surprise, she took a swing at him, and the woman packed a punch.  Luckily, he was well trained in self defense .  His hand shot up and caught the punch; she had broadcast her intentions from the moment her feet hit the sand.  He used the leverage that gave him to tug her off balance; she had to plaster herself against him to keep from falling down.
    That was when he finally did what Charlene had so rudely interrupted this afternoon:  he bent down, just slightly, and made sure she could see his eyes as his lips descended slowly onto hers in a kiss that was light at first, but grew rapidly out of control as he slanted his mouth over hers and his tongue made a bold foray between her lips.
    The object of his affections, however, still had plenty of fight in her, despite the humiliating results of trying to punch him.  She continued to pummel his shoulders with her free hand until his tongue met hers, and then she stopped struggling and stiffened, no longer fighting him but not acquiescing to the kiss either.  He was undeterred by her lack of response, understanding her reticence in kissing the man who had just tanned her hide.  He persisted, though, and eventually, slowly - most definitely against