Embraced Faulkner, Carolyn (ereader with dictionary .txt) 📖

Meg craned her head to one side and kissed his lips.

“You’re welcome, husband.”

“I love you, Mrs. Costas.”

“I love you too, Mr. Costas.”

And they lived happily ever after . . . well, as happily every after as her naughtiness and his dominance allowed, which was very happy, indeed.

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he was testing him, and he knew it. He acknowledged the fact as he fiddled with the papers Son his desk while Meagan waited, fidgeting on the couch, for him to initiate the ritual that would end with her vulnerable, naked bottom up over his broad lap.

Discipline-wise, it had not been an easy first month and a half of marriage. One thing Barrett hadn’t counted on was how often she was going to try to push the limits he set for her. He didn’t consider himself an unreasonable man, and couldn’t see how the few rules he enforced were that big a deal. Meg’s rules were very much like Mandy’s – normal, average common sense stuff –

don’t speed. Don’t swear. Don’t smoke. Don’t even THINK

about using drugs or abusing alcohol. If you’re going to be late, fine. Call and let someone know. And Meg’s one additional rule –

when you’ve just experienced an earth-shattering orgasm, don’t run away from the man who gave it to you. She had the most annoying tendency to run away from him if an orgasm was particularly hard.

He could handle that she usually cried afterwards. That was ok, he just cuddled her till the storm was over. Or comforted her while he sank himself deep inside her.

But it was downright insulting to have Meg running like he’d poured scalding water on her rather than brought her to the heights of ecstasy. Kinda hurt his feelings, it did, and one of the

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first rules he set for her was that she was not to set a foot on the carpet afterwards, no matter how much she wanted to. Since they’d arrived home from their month long honeymoon, he’d had to tan her fanny three times for it; it didn’t look like that rule was ever going to sink into that thick, stubborn skull of hers. But he was a patient man.

He cleared his throat and rearranged the papers on his desk for the umpteenth time. That was not what this spanking was about, though. This spanking was a long time in coming. He’d owed her this one from the beginning of the summer, and was just able to get around to administering. Meg had visited his sister Amanda every summer during her summer vacation for a few weeks. This summer, she had driven all however many hundreds of miles while barely recovered from a serious bout of pneumonia.

She’d had asthmatic complications to the pneumonia, and the thought of her hacking and coughing her way, alone, across most of the country made Barrett livid.

And Meg had absolutely no remorse regarding her decision, he knew. Well, he grimaced, realizing it was time to stop stalling and get on with it, and he aimed to rearrange her thinking on this matter, forcibly. Barrett stood and joined her on the comfortable leather couch, taking her smaller hand in his big paw. He met her eyes, and could already see the tears shining in them.

Meg had never wanted to run from Barrett more than now.

She knew this was going to be a hard spanking, much more like the first one he’d given her for nearly setting his family homestead on fire, than the short, sharp lessons she’d experienced lately.

She’d never realized how lax her language had become until she spent more time in his company. He never once hesitated to pull down her pants and panties on the spot and spank her to tears, all the while delivering as blistering a lecture as he was a

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spanking. That was saying nothing about that horrid rule he had about not leaving the bed when she’d just come. Meg couldn’t describe it, but sometimes when he pleasured her, it was just too intense for her to take, and her mind reverted to fight or flight mentality. Well, she was definitely going to lose a fight with her overgrown, muscular mate, but the flight was entirely feasible . . .

until he outlawed it. He’d laid down the law on her bottom at least three nights since they’d come home, and she knew he would never rescind that rule. Somehow, she was going to have to find a way to cope that didn’t cost her a painful trip over his lap. And it usually didn’t stop there, either. More often than not, once he’d reddened her bare fanny, he’d lay her back on her sore bottom and press his very full erection into her already wet and ready pussy, riding her almost roughly, and occasionally squeezing a throbbing bottom cheek as a reminder.

Just thinking about it made her blush deeply, and she had too look away. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have let this go on so long, but I’ve just been so busy since we got back that I haven’t had a chance to deal with you properly until now.” Having said that, Barrett mulled it over in his mind. He had, essentially, gotten back to the ranch with his brand new wife and reverted to his old workaholic tendencies. Dinners together were rare, and even his weekends were occupied by business. Maybe that was a contributing factor to her naughty behavior. Hmmmmm. He’d have to think on that some more. He definitely missed her company, and if he’d been able to take