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

so much time off over the summer, then there was no reason why he couldn’t delegate now to spend more time at home with his wife.

“That’s okay,” she said quietly. “It’s not like I’m not getting spanked fairly regularly anyway.”

“Yes, but discipline should be timely. On the spot, if possible.”

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Meg added wryly, “Oh, it has been,” and Barrett grinned, knowing how much his woman hated to be pants and panties down over his knee in the kitchen getting a red bottom because she sassed him or used a bad word.

“But not in this case. But maybe it’s better,” he said thoughtfully. “I treasure you more now than I did then, Meg. If you’d gotten seriously ill on the trip, or had an accident or whatever, I wouldn’t have you in my life. And I’d be much poorer for it, as a person and as a man.” He kissed her hand, and saw a tear trail down her cheek.

“Barrett, sometimes I think I don’t deserve you,” Meg through her arms around him impulsively. He came out with the most touching things at the most unexpected times!

Barrett cradled her head against his shoulder, caressing the red-gold locks. “No, Darlin’. It’s entirely the other way ‘round.”

His kiss was shatteringly tender, then he gently dried her tears with his big thumbs. “Do you want to tell me why you did it?”

Meg sat back, pressing the backs of her hands to her eyes.

“You know why I did it. I didn’t want to spend time with you, and Mandy had assured me that you weren’t going to be here those two weeks. I wanted to see her, and so I came down. Wild horses couldn’t have kept me away. Mandy and I are very close, still are.”

Amanda had moved out, despite sincere protests from both Barrett and Meg that she was a part of the family and should stay.

Meg had felt awful until they sat down and talked, and Amanda told her that it was not such an impromptu decision, that she had been saving and planning to move out for the past six months. So the newlyweds had the house to themselves, which meant there was never a time or a place that Meg couldn’t expect to find herself

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getting a butt blistering if the situation called for it. There was no one to hear her screams.

“I know you are, Angel-girl. But if something had happened – “

“But nothing happened.”

He gave her his “don’t-argue-with-me-young-lady” look, chin tucked down against his chest and eyes rolled upwards to stare at her warningly. “That is not a valid defense of your behavior, and you know it.”

“Says you!” Meg really didn’t mean to sound sassy, but it must’ve come out that way anyway.

Barrett didn’t see the need to engage in this discussion any longer. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even see the need to use the straight-backed chair. He grabbed her and had her shorts and undies around her knees in one swipe, then pulled her over his lap for a hard series of smacks.

*SMACK*SWAT*SLAP*SPANK*WHACK*SMACK*S

WAT*

“Yes, young lady,” he agreed, emphasizing each word with a stinging reminder to her quickly reddening butt, “Says me. And what I say goes. And I say if you ever do something so stupid again I’ll get out my father’s paddle and give you something to really cry about.” *SPANK*SLAP*SPANK*WHACK*SMACK*

He had manacled her outside wrist with his thick fingers, and a thickly muscled arm lay firmly across her back. She wasn’t going anywhere until he deemed she’d been punished enough, and it was going to be a while before he reached that point. His broad

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hand *smacked* down one leg, then up the other, alternated between cheeks, spanking top, middle, bottom over and over, concentrating the majority of *spanks* on that ultra-sensitive area where her full, curvy bottom melted into thigh. Sitting down for the rest of the week would not be a fun experience. Barrett didn’t neglect the backs of her thighs, either, raining down *slap* after sharp *slap* on that tender flesh.

Meg screamed and cried, begged and pleaded, all to no avail, as usual. Promises of good behavior in the future never made up for past indiscretions; she learned this the hard way. Salty tears fell on the worn leather as she sobbed her heart out; her mind tattooed with the inexorable rhythm and pain of his firm discipline.

He paused to say, “Twenty more good hard strokes, my love. Then we’ll be done.”

OH, NO!!, Meg thought. The last twenty would be the hardest. And she didn’t have to wait for the torture of full strength, all-out *swats* to start stinging her already swollen, plum-red cheeks. He began immediately, keeping up a completely merciless, steady beat as if he had a metronome to keep time for him. Meg had expelled all of her breath on the first stroke, and wasn’t able to inhale until around the eighth. The pain was unbearable, and she struggled mightily to get away. He quelled her wiggling by clamping his arm down as easily if he were pinning a butterfly, never letting her disrupt his painful rhythm. By the twelfth stroke, she was breathless again, unable to scream or moan for lack of oxygen. Somewhere around the sixteenth *spank*, she regained her voice and screamed at the top of her lungs as the last four strokes fell on the tender-sweet spank spot he had favored with his attentions until the area was almost purple.

Barrett had continued his tradition of keeping her in place afterwards. At least in a more formal