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Authors: Sue Lyndon
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Top that you’ve never heard of before? I have warned you many times.”
“Yes, Edwin, I know now.”
His eyes darkened and he gripped her arm. “After this punishment, I doubt you will think twice of opening the door for anything other than me.”
It was all Rhiannon could do to force her body toward the tall chair with Edwin. He’d left the switch on the table along the way. Would he spank her with his hand first? Or would he start out with the switch?
With trembling fingers, she slid her dress down and stood naked before her livid husband.
The spanking began as soon as Rhiannon was over Edwin’s lap, pinned securely in place. He pelted her cheeks and thighs with stinging slaps, never once pausing or caressing her mounds, but at least he hadn’t picked the switch up yet. She cried out several times, especially when he concentrated two or three slaps repeatedly upon the same tender area.
The pain was as great as the shame she felt for having disobeyed her husband. Of all the punishments he’d given her before, this one was definitely the most deserved. Again and again his hand came down sharply across her bottom, and Rhiannon sobbed freely, now laying limp across his lap.
Just as his hand came to rest upon her blistered buttocks, Rhiannon began to whimper “I’m sorry” over and over again. Her heart was breaking under the realization of how stupid her actions had been. She could have been killed.
Edwin’s hand remained resting upon her bottom, but he didn’t caress her stinging flesh or give any indication that he would. This punishment was much different than all the previous ones had been. This time her disobedience had almost cost her her life and ruined their plans to enter Stretta as husband and wife, not to mention the impact upon Rhiannon’s grandmother’s soul being lost forever in the Caves of Terr.
Finally, Edwin sat her up on his lap and allowed her to cry against him for a while. “I’m so sorry, Edwin,” she sobbed. “I was so stupid!”
“Shh,” Edwin soothed, his voice much calmer. “Your punishment is almost over.”
The switch. Oh, Retta.
Rhiannon had almost forgotten about the awful switch on the table. “Oh, please, Edwin, not the switch!” she begged. “I learned my lesson, I swear it. I’ll never open the door again.” Her eyes turned toward the switch fearfully, and her heart sank when Edwin led her to the table.
With a trembling body and a burning bottom, Rhiannon reluctantly bent over the table to hide her face in her palms. She lifted her head just as Edwin retrieved the switch, bracing for the pain that would soon follow.
For a while, Edwin’s footsteps were the only noise in the room, and Rhiannon realized she’d been holding her breath in dreadful expectation. He seemed to be pacing behind her, prolonging her fear of experiencing this new method of punishment. Though she’d never been switched before, she imagined the sting would be far greater than that of the belt.
The switch grazed across her thighs and quivering behind. Edwin finally took position. She whimpered and covered her face again.
“The most important rule for you to survive the Cold Top is to remain inside the cabin. I’ve told you a thousand times to never open the front door, for any reason.” His voice was thunderous and icy at the same time, a tone that sent shivers down her spine.
When the switch finally came down swiftly across her bottom cheeks, Rhiannon gasped and dug her nails into the wood of the table. Her suspicions had been correct. It was ten times worse than the belt. Over and over the switch swooshed through the air and landed upon her punished thighs and cheeks. Each blow left a thin welt in its place, and Rhiannon was soon sobbing uncontrollably across the table. When she was far past the point of bearing further pain, Edwin placed the switch down.
“It’s over, Rhiannon,” he finally said, helping her to rise up. She collapsed into his arms and he carried her to
“Yes, Edwin, I know now.”
His eyes darkened and he gripped her arm. “After this punishment, I doubt you will think twice of opening the door for anything other than me.”
It was all Rhiannon could do to force her body toward the tall chair with Edwin. He’d left the switch on the table along the way. Would he spank her with his hand first? Or would he start out with the switch?
With trembling fingers, she slid her dress down and stood naked before her livid husband.
The spanking began as soon as Rhiannon was over Edwin’s lap, pinned securely in place. He pelted her cheeks and thighs with stinging slaps, never once pausing or caressing her mounds, but at least he hadn’t picked the switch up yet. She cried out several times, especially when he concentrated two or three slaps repeatedly upon the same tender area.
The pain was as great as the shame she felt for having disobeyed her husband. Of all the punishments he’d given her before, this one was definitely the most deserved. Again and again his hand came down sharply across her bottom, and Rhiannon sobbed freely, now laying limp across his lap.
Just as his hand came to rest upon her blistered buttocks, Rhiannon began to whimper “I’m sorry” over and over again. Her heart was breaking under the realization of how stupid her actions had been. She could have been killed.
Edwin’s hand remained resting upon her bottom, but he didn’t caress her stinging flesh or give any indication that he would. This punishment was much different than all the previous ones had been. This time her disobedience had almost cost her her life and ruined their plans to enter Stretta as husband and wife, not to mention the impact upon Rhiannon’s grandmother’s soul being lost forever in the Caves of Terr.
Finally, Edwin sat her up on his lap and allowed her to cry against him for a while. “I’m so sorry, Edwin,” she sobbed. “I was so stupid!”
“Shh,” Edwin soothed, his voice much calmer. “Your punishment is almost over.”
The switch. Oh, Retta.
Rhiannon had almost forgotten about the awful switch on the table. “Oh, please, Edwin, not the switch!” she begged. “I learned my lesson, I swear it. I’ll never open the door again.” Her eyes turned toward the switch fearfully, and her heart sank when Edwin led her to the table.
With a trembling body and a burning bottom, Rhiannon reluctantly bent over the table to hide her face in her palms. She lifted her head just as Edwin retrieved the switch, bracing for the pain that would soon follow.
For a while, Edwin’s footsteps were the only noise in the room, and Rhiannon realized she’d been holding her breath in dreadful expectation. He seemed to be pacing behind her, prolonging her fear of experiencing this new method of punishment. Though she’d never been switched before, she imagined the sting would be far greater than that of the belt.
The switch grazed across her thighs and quivering behind. Edwin finally took position. She whimpered and covered her face again.
“The most important rule for you to survive the Cold Top is to remain inside the cabin. I’ve told you a thousand times to never open the front door, for any reason.” His voice was thunderous and icy at the same time, a tone that sent shivers down her spine.
When the switch finally came down swiftly across her bottom cheeks, Rhiannon gasped and dug her nails into the wood of the table. Her suspicions had been correct. It was ten times worse than the belt. Over and over the switch swooshed through the air and landed upon her punished thighs and cheeks. Each blow left a thin welt in its place, and Rhiannon was soon sobbing uncontrollably across the table. When she was far past the point of bearing further pain, Edwin placed the switch down.
“It’s over, Rhiannon,” he finally said, helping her to rise up. She collapsed into his arms and he carried her to
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