Free Of All the Luck! by Joanne Locker

heard the spanking Griffin Conway dealt his tiny little wife.  Ian didn’t know whether to stop the man… or congratulate him for doing what a man needed to do to keep his marriage on track.  Still, he felt bad that he was the reason for the discipline Victoria received.  She’d disobeyed Griffin and permitted him to come inside the hotel room.  He thought it important at the time to go inside and protect her, and persuade her and Griffin to come with him.  If he’d known that Griffin would deliver such a hard spanking he would have found another way.
    It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in spanking, because he did.  There were times it worked and it saved a lot of bickering that could tear a marriage apart.  When he was married to Julia, he’d found that giving her a sound spanking when it was deserved changed her attitude and had her singing prettily.  Lord, but he missed her.  His mind wandered back in time ten years.  They were just kids.
    “You were supposed to be home three hours ago, young lady,” Ian greeted his wife of three months at the door of their apartment.
    “Oh, stuff it, Ian.  I didn’t trade my Dad for another father!  I’ll come and go as I please.”
    “No, you will not.  When you tell me that you’ll be studying until 10:30 and be home by 11:00, I expect you to be here by that time.  It is two in the morning, Julia Gregory!”
    “Big fucking deal, Ian.  I’m a married woman and I can do as I please, whether you like it or not.”  Julia’s eyes shot daggers at him and it was pretty obvious she’d been drinking… and driving!
    “How much have you had to drink, Julia?” he asked quietly.
    “Oh good grief!  I didn’t keep track; I didn’t think I would have to answer to the inquisition when I got home!  Seriously, Ian, I am tired and I’m going to bed.  You shouldn’t have waited up for me.”  Julia tried to shove past him and go into the bedroom, but Ian took her by the arm and hauled her into the living room instead.  “Ian!  Let me go, damn it!  I want to go to bed, and I don’t appreciate being manhandled.”
    “I don’t appreciate it when you are three hours late, do not answer your cell phone, and have been drinking and driving when you do finally come in.”
    “Well, isn’t that just too fucking bad!”
    “For you,” Ian replied as he bent her over the arm of the sofa and started blistering her fanny.  “This,” he punctuated the word with a hard spank to her sit spot, “is exactly what you can expect each and every time you behave like an irresponsible child.”  He spanked her again and when she cursed him, he took the time to push her short skirt up to reveal the thong she was wearing.  “How convenient this is,” he commented, giving her left cheek a hard spank, followed by one to the right cheek.
    “You’d better let me go or I’ll have you arrested, Ian Gregory!” she sputtered indignantly.
    “Go right ahead.  I’m sure that the Judge will love to hear that I spanked you for driving drunk.  I think his sympathies might lie with me.”
    “Owwwwwww!  Stop!  Please, honey!” She changed her tone, starting to sound penitent.
    Ian knew that it was too soon to stop, and he continued spanking his sweet wife until she was truly sorry about behaving badly and willingly apologized.  He carried her off to bed and rejoiced in the fact that she was safe in his arms and not lying in a mangled heap of metal somewhere. The spanking was the first of many, and Ian would give anything if he could take his sweet Julia over his knee again.  He lost her at the young age of twenty-five to ovarian cancer.  He’d been married only five years, and he’d been a widower for the last four years.  It still hurt and not a day went by that he didn’t miss his wife.
    Victoria was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that Griffin knew how lucky he was.
     
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    Victoria winced as she sat on the edge of the bed in preparation to stand up.