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discuss, Aaron. If you’d only consulted me, you would
have known that I am not about to spend my life in some out of the way outpost
in the midst of the uncivilized wilds.”
    “I’m
afraid the deed is already done,” Aaron informed her, his eyes narrowing
in that stern way he had about him.
    “Well,
then you’ll just have to undo it, because I won’t be going with you.”
Rising from her chair, she started for the door, her flushed face looking at if
it was about to burst.
    “Don’t
you dare walk out of this house!” Aaron roared, his own anger no longer
suppressed.
    She looked
back at him and stomped her foot, then swished her behind sassily and continued
her exit.
    “I told
you not to leave!” Aaron blared, and this time he was out of his chair,
swift enough to catch her arm, and whirl her around.
    “I don’t
care!” she snapped.
    “Your
father warned me about your rebellious streak. To this point I thought it might
have been his problem, but …”
    “Let me
go!” she cried, trying to wrench away from a very firm grip.
    But Aaron was
much too strong for her. Lifting her away from the doorway, he carried her to
the other side of the room under his arm. Sitting down on a kitchen chair, he
briskly flung his flailing wife over his lap. Holding her tight- ly to him, his hand came down on her bottom with a
veritable rainstorm of smacks.
    “What do
you think you’re doing!” she screamed.
    “Spanking
your butt! What does it feel like?”
    “Stop it
now!” She tried wiggling from his grasp, though it was a useless effort.
Aaron only doubled his effort, spanking her harder and more vigorously the more
she tried to get away.
    “You are
a vile bastard!” she roared, a declaration she’d never used before, though
at the moment it came from her tongue so easily, she didn’t even realize what
she was saying.
    Aaron spanked
her harder yet, his hand not letting up for even an instant, so even through
the protection of her skirt, her bottom was beginning to burn hot.
    “You’re
not going to sass me, no matter how angry you are!” he vowed.
    “Ouch, goddamit !” she wailed.
    “That’s
it!” Aaron blared, hearing her curse.
    Raising her
skirt, he pulled down her drawers and began again on her bottom, this time with
nothing between her reddening rear and the sting of his hand.
    “You
swear again, I’ll use my belt!” he warned her.
    “I’m
sorry, please stop!” she cried, feel- ing the
impact of the sting so dear, she wasn’t sure she could take much more of it.
    “Not
until you’re ready to discuss this reasonably,” he said. The steady pelt
of his hand wasn’t letting up, even as he spoke.
    “Ouch! Goddammit !” she cried again. It hurt so badly, the
pain so fierce, in all her pun- ishments ever, she’d
never felt anything so hor -rid.
    “You must
want the belt!” Aaron said.
    “No, no,
oh no, please don’t, I’m sorry.”
    Aaron
continued spanking her so hard his hand was hurting - no doubt as much as his
Abigail’s rear. The hot blush on her wiggling bottom was a fiery red so he
wondered if either of them could take any more.
    “Are you
ready to behave yourself?” he asked.
    Abigail said
something through her sobs that he couldn’t hear.
    “Are you
ready to behave?” he asked again.
    “Yes, all
right! I will, just please stop!”
    Though he
wasn’t sure he could believe her, Aaron stopped anyway, and pushed the
exhausted young woman from his lap to her feet.
    The look on
Aaron’s face was fierce, his eyes as dark as Abigail had ever seen them.
    “There’d
better not be another word, especially another curse from your lips, or I’ll
get my strap, and I will blister your bottom raw!”
    “No, no,
please,” Abigail said, at the same time she was gulping back a sassy
retort. She could see her husband meant every word he said.
    “I will
not have you flying off the handle at the first mention of something that
upsets you. You’re an adult and you’ll be behaving like one.