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storm cloud. The more he thought about it, the more he realized she was troubled. He’d caught glimpses of a saddened face, and once, red-rimmed eyes. Once or twice he’d asked after it, but with the duties of a minister, his many patients, and the new building, he hadn’t taken the time to really draw her out and listen.
    He felt a pang. He was her husband, her leader, and had vowed to put her care before his own. And here she was, reduced to acting out to get his attention. His heart twisted.
    After a few more minutes, he took her hand and brought her back to the foot of the bed. Taking out his handkerchief, he dried her eyes, then caught her chin.
    “Darling, is there something you want to tell me? You know whatever it is, you can speak the truth.”
    She stayed silent, but the tears started anew. This time, he took her in his arms and let her face press into his chest, soaking his shirt.
    At last, sniffling, she raised her head.
    “You ready to tell me?”
    She shook her head.
    “But you know you can, at any moment.”
    She nodded.
    “Very well, Esther. We’ll finish your punishment, then we can talk.” He stepped back, feeling the mantle of disciplinarian settle on his shoulders. “Go get the cane.”
    She paled, but did as he commanded. He took a few practice swings while she moved into position, enjoying the swishing sound.
    “Ten. Count them.” The long wooden length sliced across her bottom, leaving two thin parallel stripes, and she immediately stiffened, a squeak escaping from her lips. He waited.
    “One, sir.”
    The next followed quickly, two more red lines appearing on her dusky cheeks, and when she hesitated, he let the cane swish through the air for her to hear.
    “Two, sir!”
    “That’s right, Esther. Be quick to the count, or receive another.”
    At his stern words, he noted how her juices started to flow down her legs.
    With a smile, he laid a few more on the backs of her thighs, and she kept the count perfectly. At the sixth, she came up on her toes, leaning over the bed as if to escape.
    “We’ll take a break,” he said. “Wait here.”
    Stepping out, he returned with a glass of water. Esther’s face was wet and red, but she thanked him and accepted his kiss on her cheek.
    “You’re doing so well,” he said. “My brave, beautiful Esther.”
    She almost smiled through her tears, and he knew they were reaching the end.
    When he ordered her back into position, she went almost eagerly. The next few strikes, he didn’t hold back, and Esther cried out after each one. By nine, she was well and truly sobbing. He waited a few moments between each stroke, letting her cry it out.
    “Ten,” she choked out at last, and he set the cane down. He left her for a brief moment, returning with a pitcher of water and drinking a glass before drawing her up and offering one to her. She sipped slowly while he brushed the sweaty strands of hair back from her face.
    “I’m sorry,” she said and gulped.
    “You’re forgiven.” For a while he just held her, head bowed over hers. She sniffled and sighed, cheek to his shirt. The wet fabric stuck to her skin when she raised his hand to her lips and kissed it. Slowly she started to sink to her knees before him.
    “Dearest,” he murmured.
    “Please, Johnathan.” She looked up at him, one hand on the front of his trousers, waiting until he nodded permission. She undid his buttons and drew him out, and he leaned back against the bed so her head could comfortably reach him.
    As soon as she kissed him, his cock jumped against her lips, and he gripped the footboard. His fingers dug in as she nuzzled him, her tongue flicking out to taste him. Her hot breath teased him, and one hand shot out to fist in her hair.
    “Esther,” he warned. Her mouth opened and accepted him. As she sucked, her eyes flickered up to his, and he nearly lost it. The sight of him sliding between her soft lips while she gazed up in submission was enough to send tingles through his