Free Southern Discomfort by Rachel Burns Page A

pull her up. He had
to jerk it away with all of his strength. He did the same with the
other hand.
    Nathaniel didn't
know what to make of her. He picked her up and brought her back into
position. She was still sobbing. He wanted to quick, but he wanted
her to know that he meant what he said. He needed her to obey him.
    “That's two
extras more.” He started in strapping his sobbing wife again, but
he hurried. He wanted this to be over with, too.
    On the second to
the last her hands shot back and covered her bottom. Emily was
hopping from one foot to the other. She knew she couldn't survive
this. She just couldn't avoid the extras. They would never be
finished. Her disappointment in herself was becoming obvious for him.
She was trying to be good, he realized.
    “Emily, put
your hands back and hold on tight. I warned you. Do it now.” He
watched her shaking hands as they slowly moved away from her
backside. Her knuckles turned white as she held on. He continued. Le
it be over with soon, she prayed.
    Her legs started
to shake after the first blow. She concentrated on staying on her
feet. Her knees tucked in and she forced them straight with the last
of her will power. The same thing happened after the next blow. The
shaking was getting worse and worse. She was repeating straight legs
to herself in her head over and over.
    “Emily?” he
called out to her. She didn't respond. He went to her side, again.
She was as stiff as could be. He pried her hands away from the bed
again.
    She just stood
there confused and frightened. Had she earned more extras? Was he
going to scold her before he continued? He got the blanket from the
bed while she watched him wide-eyed and hiccuping. He threw it over
her shoulders and moved her with him to the chair in the corner.
    She started
crying thinking that he was going to continue with her over his lap
again. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap.
    “Don't you ever
do anything so foolish again. Do you understand?”
    She nodded.
    “Never make me
punish you that severely again.” He pulled her head into his chest.
She seemed to roll into a tiny ball on his lap. He pet her hair and
talked very softly to her. He loved her so much and wasn't prepared
to lose her to silly nonsense.
    Nathaniel picked
up a book that was lying on the window sill. He had placed it there
before she had even arrived. Someone had wiped away the dust that had
started to collect on it. It was a book of romantic poems. He had
planned to read them to her, but he had preferred to make love to her
instead.
    Nathaniel paged
to his favorite poem. He cleared his throat and began to read to her.
If things had turned out differently then he would have continued his
studies at school and become an English teacher.
    He read She
Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron to his beautiful wife, who slowly
stopped shaking on his lap.
    Nathaniel read
other poems to her until she fell asleep on his lap. He laid her
naked form in bed and stared at her beauty. His desire was stirring
again. He got undressed and laid down next to her. He watched her
sleep for an hour. She sure was pretty, he thought.
    He felt lucky to
have her as his wife. She had tried so hard to take her punishment
like a good girl. His manhood was throbbing as he looked at the
curves of her body. She was all curves. The curve of her creamy
shoulders, the curves of her breasts and her tummy, those hips the he
so like to be in between, even the curve of her bottom.
    “Emily, wake
up. I need you.” He cuddled into her as close as he could. He moved
under her shoulder.
    She was waking up
and when he rolled her on top of him her eyes flew open. He was rock
hard and he had already told her yesterday, that he wasn't about to
go without love-making, just because she was punished.
    Emily did it how
he had taught her yesterday. She reached back and found his hardened
penis. She moved so she was hovering over it. Emily slowly lowered
herself around him. She whimpered as her bottomed came to