Free Southern Discomfort by Rachel Burns Page B
Authors: Rachel Burns
rest on his
thighs. The pain of that wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. It
was just an uncomfortable burn now, but it had hurt like the dickens
while he was administering it.
He reached for
her hips to guide her and so he could control the rhythm. He held her
higher than he usually would. Nathaniel wanted to be certain that his
hand wasn't gripping her where the strap had met her skin. He was
surprised that she had been so wet for him again today. He had needed
her so long and had denied himself so she could sleep that he quickly
came.
Nathaniel pulled
her body down on his and held her tight. “You are such a good wife,
Emily.”
“Do you really
think that?” It seemed so unlikely to her.
“Yes, I really
do.” He held her even tighter. He was surprised that she would
think that he wasn't happy with her. She wasn't just shy she was also
unsure of herself. “Emily, why did pick up the snake?”
She didn't
answer. She was afraid that he would want to punish her again.
“Tell me.”
“I – um. I
wanted to see – If I could – still do it.” She told the story
about her getting teased by the neighbor boy. “The snakes around
here get a lot madder when you pick them up,” she finished her
story.
“The husbands
do, too.” He laughed at her story and explained that if the snake
would have bit her she would have died.
“I know, Katie
and Bessie told me. I promise, I won't touch anything around here
ever again.” Her tears were returning. She was glad that it was
dark out in the meantime.
He could feel the
teardrops as they landed on his chest. “Emily, you can touch me
whenever you want,” he teased her. He went on to tell her that he
was very proud how well she took her punishment. He told her that he
loved her so much, and that his heart would have broken if he would
have come home to her dead body.
Nathaniel scolded
her a little as she cried and apologized. He believed that she was
sorry.
“I'll be so
good that you never have to take the strap to me again. I promise.”
He wished he
could have seen her face as she made that promise. It was probably so
endearing that his heart would have melted. “My sweet little Emily,
you are making a promise that you probably can't keep.”
He heard her gulp
air and then he felt her teardrops on his chest again. He reached for
her eyes and wiped her tears away. “Emily, sometimes a person is
trying so hard to be good that they just snap and do something wrong,
or sometimes trouble finds a person. Other times a person is
convinced that they have made the right decision but they forget to
look at all the consequences.”
They talked until
late in the night. Nathaniel was so glad that Emily was a part of his
life. Emily was glad that Nathaniel wasn't mad at her anymore.
The next morning
they made love again. After they washed up and got dressed they went
down to breakfast hand in hand, as always. The only sign that
something was different was when Emily had to sit down. She drew her
breath in so sharply that everyone noticed it. Nathaniel held her
hand under the table as she fought against the tears forming in her
eyes.
She gave him a
kiss before he rode out to work. Nathaniel was feeling mighty proud
of himself. He had his pretty little wife under control. He would be
the envy of every single man around these parts, and some of the
married ones, too, he mused.
Nathaniel rode
off with his brothers. He felt that they had more respect for him
now.
Emily helped
clean the house and did what her sister-in-laws told her to do. They
were all getting along really well. They didn't ask Emily about her
strapping and she was glad about that. She was also glad that she
didn't have to do any tasks that required her to sit.
All to soon it
was lunchtime and the men came home, meaning she had to sit down
again. She masked her pain better this time, but still the others
noticed.
Nathaniel held
her hand again. He noticed that she wasn't eating much again.
thighs. The pain of that wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. It
was just an uncomfortable burn now, but it had hurt like the dickens
while he was administering it.
He reached for
her hips to guide her and so he could control the rhythm. He held her
higher than he usually would. Nathaniel wanted to be certain that his
hand wasn't gripping her where the strap had met her skin. He was
surprised that she had been so wet for him again today. He had needed
her so long and had denied himself so she could sleep that he quickly
came.
Nathaniel pulled
her body down on his and held her tight. “You are such a good wife,
Emily.”
“Do you really
think that?” It seemed so unlikely to her.
“Yes, I really
do.” He held her even tighter. He was surprised that she would
think that he wasn't happy with her. She wasn't just shy she was also
unsure of herself. “Emily, why did pick up the snake?”
She didn't
answer. She was afraid that he would want to punish her again.
“Tell me.”
“I – um. I
wanted to see – If I could – still do it.” She told the story
about her getting teased by the neighbor boy. “The snakes around
here get a lot madder when you pick them up,” she finished her
story.
“The husbands
do, too.” He laughed at her story and explained that if the snake
would have bit her she would have died.
“I know, Katie
and Bessie told me. I promise, I won't touch anything around here
ever again.” Her tears were returning. She was glad that it was
dark out in the meantime.
He could feel the
teardrops as they landed on his chest. “Emily, you can touch me
whenever you want,” he teased her. He went on to tell her that he
was very proud how well she took her punishment. He told her that he
loved her so much, and that his heart would have broken if he would
have come home to her dead body.
Nathaniel scolded
her a little as she cried and apologized. He believed that she was
sorry.
“I'll be so
good that you never have to take the strap to me again. I promise.”
He wished he
could have seen her face as she made that promise. It was probably so
endearing that his heart would have melted. “My sweet little Emily,
you are making a promise that you probably can't keep.”
He heard her gulp
air and then he felt her teardrops on his chest again. He reached for
her eyes and wiped her tears away. “Emily, sometimes a person is
trying so hard to be good that they just snap and do something wrong,
or sometimes trouble finds a person. Other times a person is
convinced that they have made the right decision but they forget to
look at all the consequences.”
They talked until
late in the night. Nathaniel was so glad that Emily was a part of his
life. Emily was glad that Nathaniel wasn't mad at her anymore.
The next morning
they made love again. After they washed up and got dressed they went
down to breakfast hand in hand, as always. The only sign that
something was different was when Emily had to sit down. She drew her
breath in so sharply that everyone noticed it. Nathaniel held her
hand under the table as she fought against the tears forming in her
eyes.
She gave him a
kiss before he rode out to work. Nathaniel was feeling mighty proud
of himself. He had his pretty little wife under control. He would be
the envy of every single man around these parts, and some of the
married ones, too, he mused.
Nathaniel rode
off with his brothers. He felt that they had more respect for him
now.
Emily helped
clean the house and did what her sister-in-laws told her to do. They
were all getting along really well. They didn't ask Emily about her
strapping and she was glad about that. She was also glad that she
didn't have to do any tasks that required her to sit.
All to soon it
was lunchtime and the men came home, meaning she had to sit down
again. She masked her pain better this time, but still the others
noticed.
Nathaniel held
her hand again. He noticed that she wasn't eating much again.