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herself, Cynthia wondered if the prim redhead,
with her aura of innocence, might be corruptible. 
    "But you aren't married yet!"
 Irene said, sounding exasperated, as if she had no idea what
Cynthia had been thinking.
    "But we will be soon," she countered.
 "He'd already touched me anyway, after spanking me in the
carriage.  What difference could it make?"
    "Now I know where Alex is
getting his ideas from."  The unexpected statement from Grace
had all three women looking at her curiously.  She hadn't
spoken loudly, but her words had dropped into silence while Irene
had been absorbing Cynthia's logic and Eleanor had been watching
Irene with amusement.  Seeing them all staring at her, Grace
felt a blush rising in her own cheeks.
    Listening to the other women talk
about their own experiences had been quite a relief.  She'd
managed not to think about her first spanking for the past few
days, although she'd also avoided earning another one.  Being
put over Alex's knee again, so intimately exposed to him, and so
horribly vulnerable afterwards, was not something she would repeat
by choice. 
    Especially right now.
 She knew very well that Hugh was in love with his wife, and
that Edwin was as well - no matter what Nell thought.  It
followed that the third member of their triumvirate would also
marry for something other than convenience.  All of the men
spanked their wives, not maliciously, but because they cared enough
to correct their behavior.  In Eleanor's case, it sounded like
sometimes it happened for other reasons as well.  When she'd
first set out to estrange herself from Alex, she'd felt sure that
she would drive him away; it would be a much easier way to handle a
wife once she was no longer convenient anymore.  
    Instead, he had tracked her down,
announced his intention to reconcile, and when she'd insulted and
cursed at him, he hadn't shut her out or hit her... he'd spanked
her.   
    Grace felt more brutally confused than
ever to think that her broken marriage had something common with
the loving ones of her friends.
    "Alex spanked you?"  Irene asked
looking horrified.  She shook her head, her voice dropping to
a mere murmur as her green eyes unfocused, as if she was looking at
something only she could see.  "I didn't really think he
would... not even after..."
    "After what?" Grace asked, both
curious as to what Irene was referring and eager to turn the
conversation away from herself.
    Blinking, Irene looked almost
surprised that she'd spoken out loud.  For all the blushing
that the ladies had been doing over tea, none of them rivaled the
bright pink color that Irene's face turned now.  It clashed
horribly with her hair.  Her eyes darted around to the other
two ladies, but both of them were just as curious as Grace was.
 
    "Hugh showed Alex how to
spank me," Irene whispered, her face turning nearly scarlet as a
tomato.  Grace's jaw dropped, Eleanor groaned and Cynthia
looked enthralled.  “Several weeks ago.”
    “He would,” Eleanor muttered. She
looked at Grace apologetically. “After our father taught him, I can
only imagine that Hugh would take up the mantle of an
instructor.”
    “In his defense, I had accused him of
beating me, in front of Alex,” Irene admitted.  She sighed and
looked a bit guiltily at Eleanor.  “That was before I really
knew the difference between a spanking and a beating.  I
thought he was a monster, but as he was instructing Alex, I
realized how careful he was being with me.  He was only
proving to Alex that I wasn’t being abused.”
    “Apparently Alex soaked it
up,” Grace said.  Strangely, it hadn’t even occurred to her to
think that he’d actually beaten her.  Of course, she’d actually been hit by
her own father before, and not on her bottom.  Her father had
never cuddled her afterwards either.  It was fascinating to
know all the different reactions that the women had to being
disciplined by their husbands.
    Eleanor was the only one who had