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You shouldn’t be doing this in the first place, and if you absolutely have to, then you need gloves to protect your hands.”
    Hannah couldn’t reel away from him fast enough. His presence was so big it nearly pushed her away, and his unusually tanned skin burned hot, even though her clothing. Unable to take her eyes from his bare torso, staring at him unwittingly entranced, she didn’t come out of it until she felt the wooden bed frame pressing against the backs of her calves, and the errant thought flew into her mind that at least he hadn’t spanked her there. She was finding that, since she lacked the proper underclothes to protect her enraged flesh, even the smallest of movements of her petticoats irritated the skin he had so recently tended to.
    Her mouth tightened. If this was a sample of what he was going to be like as a husband...
    No. He wasn’t going to be like any kind of a husband to her. She was just going to have to find another way out of this. At this point, she didn’t know what, but some way, some how, she had to extricate herself from this situation. She just had to keep her eyes and ears open and plan something, like she had when she was in her Father’s house.
    The fire was going great guns – much better than she ever bothered with, and she always ended up awakening in the morning nearly frozen from the cold air that relentlessly seeped into the cracks in the shoddily built cottage.
    “Thank you for doing that,” Hannah said reluctantly, not wanting him to do anything for her whatsoever. “but you can leave now. I’m quite used to taking care of myself.” She had been too wrapped up in his audacity at spanking her to realize she should have been shepherding him towards the door long since.
    But he wasn’t leaving. Instead, he was walking towards her, effectively trapping her against just the place she least wanted to be with him around – the bed. Although it was entirely contrary to her character, there was nothing more than Hannah wanted to do as she saw him looming ever closer out of the corner of her eye than cringe away from him, to shrink down and hopefully away from him, disappearing into the dust under the bed, somehow.
    She didn’t have any such luck. It seemed her feet were quite literally rooted there, in the dirt floor.
    It took Wolf no more than five seconds to disrobe the both of them – despite the way her hands and feet flailed, trying to deter him from his goal. He warned her, several times, not to fight him, but it fell on deaf ears. So, for the second time that evening, once they were both nude, and before he transferred her to the inside spot on the rickety bed, he easily maneuvered her back over his lap, where he delivered a good nonstop three or so minutes worth of very hard, very swift reminders. “Apparently, for a woman who’s smart enough to read Shakespeare and get herself safely set up in the wilds of the colonies, you don’t learn very well. I am your rightful husband. I expect you to do as you’re told, every time, without question. If you balk or even hesitate, you’re going to find yourself in exactly this position, every single time, without fail, and I don’t care who we’re around or where we are.”
    At first, Hannah’s humiliation at her nudity – at their nudity – was overrun by the fire he was relighting in her still extremely tender backside. But his statement about turning her over his knee no matter where, no matter when rang uncomfortably true. Even on such short acquaintance, she wouldn’t put it past this bully of a man. Feeling more defeated than she’d ever felt in her life, Hannah stopped fighting the discipline he was doling out, and hung limply over his legs, hoping that might get him to stop. She didn’t know how much more she could stand, and she was nearly out of tears. Her eyes were practically swollen shut.
    Wolf didn’t trust it when she simply gave up. He was sure there was some sort of trick behind it, and he