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And now, without further ado, I present my free spanking story-- a bonus spanking with Lord Westerfield and Kitty, the characters from The Westerfield Affair...
Disobedience at the Dressmaker's
“Kitty,” Lord Westerfield said with a deep furrow between his brows. “Didn't I just forbid you to have any new ball gowns made without first asking my consent?” He was holding a bill in his hand, which must have just arrived from the dressmaker's.
A knot twisted in her stomach. She'd fretted all week over her brash rebellion, in which she had purposely disobeyed him out of ire. She'd seen the folly of her actions as soon she'd acted, but by then it was already too late. Her ribs pressed against the boning of her corset as she filled her lungs and blew out her breath. All the snappish retorts she'd prepared to throw at him on that day dissolved and no words rose to take their place. “Oh—well...I must have ordered those before you forbade it,” she stammered.
He frowned at the date on the bill and then looked up, eyes blazing. “Are you lying to me?” he demanded incredulously.
She winced, shocked back into good sense. “Yes, that was a lie, but I wish it were true,” she confessed with her more characteristic frankness. “I...” she pursed her lips. “I ordered the gowns without permission because I was angry with you. It was a foolish thing to do.”
Harry looked mystified. “Angry? Over what?”
Her jaw tightened, her anger still unabated. “The letters,” she hissed. “In your dresser.”
Comprehension dawned on his face. A week earlier, she'd discovered a box of letters in his drawer written in a female scrawl, calling him “dearest Harry.” Her fingers had turned ice cold as she plucked out the pages one by one, turning them over to catch damning declarations of love. “Harry?” she'd croaked, her throat constricted. “What are these?”
He'd glanced over from where he was donning his cufflinks and smiled, as if a box of letters from another woman was something amusing. “Ah, those are from Catherine Hart, my childhood sweetheart.”
“Who?” she'd demanded.
“My first lover. A girl from the village where I grew up.”
Her fingers had trembled as she unfolded one of the letters, scanning for a date. Harry appeared entirely unconcerned. “Are you still in contact with her?”
He'd snorted. “Don't be ridiculous. I went to university and she married a village boy. I haven't even seen her in at least ten years.”
“Throw them away,” she'd demanded, thrusting the box at him.
“What? No. I like to remember.”
Her heart had slammed against her ribs. “Then I will throw them out. There's no reason for you to keep them!”
“I wish to keep them, Kitty. Now put them back,” he'd commanded, his voice and gaze growing firm.
She'd stared at him, angry heat rolling over her in waves, alternating with chills.
Seeing her defiance, he pointed back at the dresser and raised an eyebrow. “Put them back, Kitty.”
He looked at her now, considering, the angles of his face still hardened from anger. “Go and fetch the letters,” he ordered.
“What?”
He did not repeat himself, but merely leveled her with a stare that turned the soles of her feet itchy. She whirled with a toss of her hair and marched out of the room, defiantly obedient. When she returned with the letters, he'd taken a seat on the settee, from which he beckoned her. She thrust the bundle of letters into his hand, the skin of her face tightened with emotion. He flung them into the fire without a word.
She spun around to witness their demise, surprised at this unexpected turn. Silence stretched between them as she stared at the curling pages, sensing his gaze upon her. A tug on her wrist pulled her down into his lap.
“Kitty,” he began, a caress in his voice. “I'm sorry. I did not mean to hurt you with those. I thought you knew that you are the only woman I have ever loved.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but pride made her look stubbornly away. He caught her face and turned it, tenderness in his gaze. “I should have allowed you to throw them away. I apologize. She means nothing to me—it was a fond memory of coming into my manhood, but I can see how keeping those letters would offend you.” He stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “I was madly jealous when I thought you had feelings for Lord Fenton,” he said, referring to her best friend's brother with whom she had once purposely sparked Harry's jealousy. “I should have realized you would feel the same way.”
Her chin quivered and she lowered it to hide the betrayal of emotion, but his hand cupped and lifted it. “You were angry so you punished me by ordering dresses?” She thought she detected a trace of amusement on his face.
“Well, I was defying you. I have no doubt it's my backside that will be punished,” she said wryly.
“If I'd known you were willing to get your bottom blistered over those letters, I would've burned them when you asked me the first time.”
Her face grew warm. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
He leaned back on the settee, his fingers interlaced around her waist. “What should you have done, instead?”
She swallowed and lifted her eyes to his. “I should have told you how angry I was.”
He nodded. “You must remember I'm daft when it comes to understanding women.”
She nodded. They'd had this conversation before.
“How shall I punish you?”
She chewed her lip. Was this a real question? Or rhetorical? She stole a glance at his handsome face. He seemed to be awaiting an answer.
“With a very small spanking?” she suggested.
His lips twitched but he shook his head. “I don't think so, kitten. Not a very small one. You disobeyed me and you lied. It was the lie that most offended me.”
She shook her head. “That was very foolish. I apologize.”
He nodded. “If you had not come clean immediately, I would switch you,” he said, threatening the implement that most terrified her. “I think I will spank you once for the lie and once for the dresses.”
She shuddered.
“Come, let's go to the bedroom,” he said, nudging her to stand. He wrapped an arm around her to guide her out, as if he knew that her knees wobbled beneath her. “Don't swoon on me,” he murmured in her ear. When they reached their room, he turned her around and unhooked her dress and corset. “Take off all your clothes and bend over the side of the bed,” he commanded, then left.
The air in the room seemed to leave with him. Kitty stood in the emptiness, needy of his presence despite her mounting fear of the two spankings he'd promised. With effort, she made the statue of her body move, stripping her clothing and bending over the bed as he commanded, cringing at the vulnerability of her position, her bared bottom facing the door so that anyone who entered or who was passing by when her husband entered might see it.
******
Harry fetched a large wooden spoon from the kitchen, earning shocked looks from the cook and serving girl. He opened the bedroom door and drew in his breath at the intoxicating sight of his wife prostrate over the bed. It was this very view that had tempted him into taking her before they married, adding to the scandal surrounding their engagement. His Lady Westerfield was maddening and frustrating and absolutely adorable. He loved her with his whole heart, and he regretted that his actions had hurt her. Still, he couldn't allow her misbehavior to go unpunished. He shut the door and stood behind her, running his hand over the soft skin of her bottom. “How many strokes, Kitty?”
“Ten?” she suggested hopefully.
He chuckled. “I don't think so. Let's say fifty for the lie, and we'll deal with the dresses when they arrive. You can put them on and prance around for me. Do you know what they do to horses to make them show better?”
Kitty turned to look over her shoulder, a wrinkle between her brows. “No.”
“They put a piece of ginger in their arse. It's called figging. It makes them step lively. I imagine it will make for a memorable experience.”
“Har-ry,” Kitty groaned, burying her face in the quilt and squeezing her cheeks together. He smothered a laugh and gave her bottom a slap, the sound echoing through the room as her body absorbed the impact. He gave her several more slaps with his hand and then switched to the spoon, applying it swiftly, the small surface area making it necessary to repeat the blows in close proximity to cover the lower half of her bottom.
“Ow! Harry!” she protested. After twenty smacks, Kitty reached back with both hands, covering her reddened cheeks, forcing him to stop short to avoid striking her fingers. He lowered his aim and smacked the backs of her thighs instead, earning a howl of protest.
“Kitty, go stand in the corner,” he said.
Kitty scrambled up, looking remorseful. “I'm so sorry,” she pleaded, and rushed to hide her nose where the walls met, her chastised bottom showing the color from his spanking. “I'll be good, I promise. I won't cover.”
He smiled and had to steel himself not to go soft on her. After letting her wait for several minutes, he stood behind her. “You silly, silly woman,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind. It took great restraint not to explore her bare breasts or stroke her silky skin, but her punishment was not finished.
“Go and climb onto your forearms and knees,” he ordered, guiding her back toward the bed, enjoying the blush that spread across her face. She obeyed, lifting her hips in the humbling position, her knees spread to reveal the tender pink heart of her sex. He closed his eyes to marshal his resolve and then began to reapply the spoon to her backside, the backs of her thighs, and even the tender flesh of her inner thighs. She yelped and whimpered, but true to her promise, held still like a good girl.
When the fifty strokes had been duly applied, he left her in position a few extra minutes to suffer in humiliation and anticipation of further punishment. When he touched her back, she jumped. He pulled her to her side and kicked off his shoes to curl his body around hers.
She took his hand and pulled it up to cover her breast, holding it place with her own. “Your naughty wife is very sorry,” she said, her voice thick. He chuckled and pinched her nipple.
“Tell me that you still love me,” she said, rolling to face him.
“Of course I still love you,” he murmured. “I'm sorry that I hurt you with those letters. I just--didn't understand what they meant to you.”
The tears she had not wept during her spanking now welled in her eyes. That they had come with his apology and not with his punishment made his heart constrict. “Please don't cry--it pains me to see you cry.”
“I can't help it,” she sniffed, the tears rolling from her eyes on a diagonal down her face.
“All right, all right, cry, little kitten. Get it all out.” He said, stroking her hair and arms, holding her close until she began to press her hips against him in a way that did not seem to reflect sadness.
He nuzzled her neck and she looked up at him, eyelashes wet, but eyes hungry. He reached around and cupped her bottom, feeling the heat from her spanking. “This is the bottom of a very naughty wife. Do you know what happens to naughty wives with sore bottoms?”
She giggled. “What?”
“This is what happens,” he growled, roughly squeezing her punished cheeks as he rolled on top of her, smothering her mouth with the promise of a heated kiss.
Read the story of Kitty and Harry's courtship in The Westerfield Affair
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Reserved to the point of being aloof, Lord Westerfield never attended balls or even considered taking a wife... until he met Miss Kitty Stanley and his orderly world turned on end. Determined to have the beautiful and animated sister of his friend from the gambling hall, but doubting his ability to effectively court her, Westerfield strikes a bargain with her brother for her hand.
When the gentlemen present Kitty with the deal, she is furious with them both for neglecting to consult her, but her brother insists he will withdraw his support if she does not comply. Angry, she acts out at a ball, causing a scandal that mushrooms further when Lord Westerfield drags her unnchaperoned to his home for a firm spanking.
Baring her for chastisement, Westerfield is swept away by desire, taking her innocence and completing the ruin of her reputation. He offers to release her from the betrothal contract, but her brother insists instead on a hasty marriage. As they attempt to recover from the scandal that becomes known as “the Westerfield Affair,” their marriage is clouded by his shame and her insecurities. Will they be trapped forever in a loveless marriage, or will they have the courage to move past their rough beginning to kindle the passion they both crave?
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