His Spoilt Lady (16 page)

There came a
loud knocking at their door, and they both jumped. John went to the
door and unlocked it. Outside stood little Patsy, a nervous smile
on her face. She held out Linnett’s nightgown, now mended with all
the missing buttons replaced. John took the gown and tried to block
her view into the room with his body but Patsy could see her
mistress and the girl’s eyes widened at the sight of Linnett bent
over the bed with her bared and scarlet backside thrust up into the
air. Patsy looked at John nervously, knowing instantly what had
occurred. She backed away from the door and then turned, fleeing to
the safety of her own little cabin.

John closed the
door and glanced over at his now very embarrassed wife. She had not
moved, but he could see the flush that had crept up her neck and he
knew that she was mortified. Linnett might now consider modifying
her behaviour in future, and a bit of humiliation might be the
turning point for her.

John needed
some air, and he wanted Linnet to ponder on her behaviour tonight,
so he took his coat, and after warning Linnett not to move from
where she stood or to move from her position, he left the cabin. As
a precaution, he locked the door.

As soon as his
footsteps had faded away, Linnett frantically rubbed her sore
bottom, groaning with the blessed relief of being able to massage
her afflicted derriere, which felt as though it was a furnace.
Linnett grabbed her hand mirror and positioned it so she could see
her injured behind; apart from the scarlet colour it did not seem
to be bruised. Linnett flung down the mirror and went to stand near
the bed lest John suddenly return. She wondered whether he would
make love to her that night. Strangely, instead of the disgust she
expected to feel, she found herself shivering with anticipation.
Whatever was wrong with her, she thought. John had just beaten her
with her hairbrush; why wasn’t she angry still and disgusted?
Linnett shook her head with confusion, and turning to the bed end,
she lent her forehead against the wood and massaged her poor
benighted bottom.

Up on deck, the
moon was full and shone brightly, bathing everything in a magical
silver light. John walked to the edge of the ship and looked out at
the sea. The water gleamed with an iridescent light, sparkling
where the moonshine left a silver trail that led from the moon
itself. A flash of light darted from the ship out into the darkness
and appeared to glint back as if it were some kind of reflection.
John, intrigued, waited for the phenomenon to happen again. As he
stood at the ship’s side, he looked up at the large silvery orb
hanging in the sky. It reminded John of Linnett’s creamy bottom so
recently upended over his knee, and immediately his erection surged
to life. John grinned, thinking as furious as he had been with his
wife, he did enjoy spanking her delectable behind.

A sailor on the
other side of the ship begun to quietly whistle a familiar tune; it
niggled John that he could not remember the words of the song. John
looked up into the sky. The stars glowed brightly up in the heavens
above as the sailor added words to the song he had been whistling
earlier, “
Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, dormez vous, dormez
vous, sont a laiment ti, sont a laiment ti, ding dang dong, ding
dang dong
.” Of course, thought John, that is the song, I
recognise it now. He felt faintly uneasy but he wanted to get back
to the cabin and remedy the ache in his loins.

Linnett heard
the rattle of the key in the lock and quickly placed her hands back
on the bed, thrusting her bottom up high. John glanced at her as he
came in but said not a word as he disrobed, washed and then sat,
naked, in a chair, facing Linnett’s back. His manhood was fully
engorged, and it was a relief to be out of his constraining breeks.
John sat and stroked his pulsing shaft, studying the alluring sight
of his wife’s rosy, just spanked arse and exposed sex, which he
could clearly see was glistening and dewy. His cock surged at such
a delectable tableaux, while Linnett held her breath and awaited
her husband’s command in a docile and submissive pose.

John decided
that tonight the pleasure would be all his. He padded over to her
and slipped his hand straight between her legs. She instinctively
tried to close them, protecting her sex, but John slapped her
bottom, and she obediently parted them for him with an endearing
little mew. His fingers explored her soft folds, and he frigged her
with his finger until she groaned aloud and he felt her wetness
flood his hand. Bending her further over the bed bought her bottom
up towards his erection, and with one swift thrust, he impaled her,
watching with a groan as his shaft disappeared into the luscious
core of her. Exquisite pleasure pulsed up through his cock, and he
pounded against Linnett’s hot red arse. She shuddered at his entry,
wildly thrilled at the sheer animal sexuality of what he was doing
to her. Hot and hungry for him, she let herself go as never before,
and as John pulsed with his release, Linnett cried out, her own
climax devouring her.

The following
morning, Linnett awoke lying on her stomach. Her stinging bottom
had led to a restless night. She was embarrassed by the previous
evening’s events and peeked through her lashes to see whether her
husband was awake. John lay beside her. Linnett thought him so
handsome with his bare chest covered with dark whorls of hair. One
hand was flung up over his head, and Linnett realised it was the
one that had spanked her so mercilessly. She tingled and was
shocked by her reaction. Linnett didn’t know if it was because she
had never been spanked before she met John or whether it was the
use of her hairbrush last night, but after the spanking she had
been so aroused.

When John
stretched and opened his eyes, he found himself staring into sea
green eyes that darkened and pooled with lust when they saw that he
was awake. He pulled Linnett on top of him and kissed her, his hand
sliding down the soft satiny length of her body, insinuating his
fingers between Linnett’s thighs and sliding inside her damp mound.
He had barely moved his fingers over her sensitive bud when she
convulsed violently and climaxed. John grabbed her around her hips
and rolled her over onto her back, plunging himself into her. He
rode her hard, stoking her passion so that wave upon wave of lust
surged through her loins like wild fire. At last with one final
push, John spent himself into her and they lay in a tangle of
sheets on the bed, both breathing heavily.

“Well, good
morning, wife,” John managed at last, breathing heavily. “I think
from now onwards a spanking for you last thing at night would be
beneficial for both of us!” Linnett was silent, clearly too
exhausted to reply.

A week had
passed, and they were finally running along the coast of America.
It was now seven weeks since they had left Portsmouth, and weather
permitting they should arrive in Boston within the next two weeks.
Standing on the poop deck, relieved at last to see land, John had
his arm around Linnett, who leaned happily into him.

“John, may I
ask you something?”

John looked
down on her up-turned face thinking, my god, she’s pretty.
“Anything,” he replied.

Linnett looked
surprised, saying “Really?”

“Of course,
Linnett, if you asked me more questions, you wouldn’t end up across
my knee quite so frequently,” he replied.

“Whatever do
you mean?” asked Linnett, genuinely intrigued. John shook his head;
she still didn’t understand what he had been trying to teach
her.

“If you ask me
if you wish to do something in a pleasant way and obey me when I
have to say no to you because what you ask is not safe or good for
you – you wouldn’t end up with a sore bottom.”

Linnett frowned
and argued, “But I asked last week to go and find Patsy and you
still spanked me and with a hairbrush!”

John sighed.
“Linnett, that was because you wouldn’t accept no as my answer; you
still wanted your own way, and you were rude and sassy to boot!
That is why I used the hairbrush. Oh, and Linnett, next time you
behave like a spoilt little madam, I might not use your hairbrush.
I might use my belt instead . . . so be forewarned, my sweet.”

Linnett pulled
away from him and asked incredulously, “ Just to be sure I
understand you correctly, if I ask for your permission to do
anything other than breathe, you will say no and when I point out
how unfair that is, you will spank me? Have I got that right?”

John grinned
and said, “Well now, I might just surprise you and say yes once in
a while, you never know!”

John caught
Linnett’s arm and turned her to face him. He put a finger under her
chin and tilted her face up to his before saying gently, “Darling,
I want to say yes to your requests, but I have to keep you safe. I
promised your father that I would, and anyway, what sort of a
husband would I be if I let you fly off into danger without
stopping you when we are home?”

Linnett had an
overwhelming feeling of homesickness. “Home” was Lavenstock Hall,
and oh, how she missed it! Linnett’s mind drifted off, remembering
her home, before she realised that she had missed half of what John
was telling her.

“...and if you
want jewels or dresses you can just ask me!”

“A horse, oh, I
want a horse! One that I choose for myself,” Linnett said, her face
growing animated.

John laughed,
“Then a horse you shall have, my love,” and he picked her up, swung
her off her feet and planted a smacking kiss onto her astonished
lips.

Linnett was
finding Patsy’s behaviour increasingly strange. She kept
disappearing for hours on end. Linnett had tried to speak to John
about it, but he was irritatingly off hand. He couldn’t see what
Linnett was worrying about. “She probably has a sweetheart. She has
turned into a very pretty girl,” he told her dismissively.

And so she had.
Her soft brown hair, although not yet grown long enough for a girl,
curled sweetly around her heart shaped face as it fell to her
shoulders. She had lovely blue eyes and sooty lashes. Linnett had
shown Patsy how to tie rags in her hair at night to produce curls
in the morning. With a few days of rest and regular meals, her
cheeks had filled out and held a pleasing, rosy bloom. Yes, Patsy
could certainly turn a few heads now if she wanted to.

But it wasn’t
just that Linnett worried; Patsy was so furtive. On the deck one
morning, Linnett had sent Patsy to fetch her shawl. Linnett waited,
standing with John and Duncan, chatting. After a long while and by
now feeling chilly, Linnet decided to go and see where Patsy had
got to. As she went to the steps leading down to their cabins, she
espied Patsy, who was coming up from the other side of the ship.
Linnett waited for her down at the bottom of the stairs. Patsy
jumped, startled, when she saw Linnett. She flushed a deep red and
wouldn’t look Linnett in the eye. She claimed that she had been
unable to find the shawl. Linnett asked her where she had really
been, but Patsy insisted on replying, “Nowhere.” Linnett knew she
was up to something, especially when she entered her cabin and saw
the shawl lying in full view across the chest in her room.

Every Sunday,
Captain Pettigrew held a service for all aboard his ship. John
stood with the officers up on the poop deck and on this occasion,
the first Sunday since Pat had become a girl again, she joined
Linnett. Prayers were said and an officer -- one was chosen each
week -- read an extract from the Bible. This week, however, the
captain had asked John whether he would like to read. Linnett
watched happily as her handsome husband stood tall and proud next
to the captain. The slight breeze lifted his dark hair, and the
shiny brass buttons of his coat glinted and flashed in the bright
sunshine. He began the reading. “The text today is taken from the
New Testament, James, chapter three, verses four to six. ‘Behold
also the ships, which though they be so great and are driven by
fierce winds, yet are they turned about with a very small helm...’”
There was a sudden shout from below. John stopped reading and
looked up, a finger marking his page.

A man gestured
wildly towards the starboard, and men began to run to the ship’s
side, gesturing and looking out to sea. The sailors scrambled up
ropes and stood upon one another’s shoulders for a better view,
there was much shouting and clamouring. Captain Pettigrew shouted
for a telescope to be brought to him. He turned the telescope
towards the direction that the sailors were pointing to
excitedly.

“What is it?”
Linnett asked, but no one answered her.

The officers
started making their way to their Captain’s side. Suddenly, the
yell went up from the captain, “Muster battle stations! Man the
cannons!”

All around
them, chaos broke out, men dashed to and fro, Linnett and Patsy
clung together terrified. Linnett was searching frantically,
looking for sight of her husband; where had he got to? The next
moment it seemed to Linnett, the floor under her feet gave way,
followed by a huge explosion, and she was thrown sideways and lay
in a stupefied daze. Linnett could not make sense out of what was
happening around her. After what seemed like an age, but was in
fact only a minute or so, strong arms lifted her up and John’s face
framed her view.

“My God, I
thought I’d lost you!” he cried, sweeping her up into his arms.
“When I saw that cannon ball hit the deck near you, I was beside
myself. Come on!” he yelled over the noise and confusion. “We have
to get below deck.”

John turned,
ducking and diving, while men, ropes, broken decking and thick
smoke all hindered his progress. Where had the smoke come from?
Linnett wondered, shocked by this frightening turn of events. She
kept asking John over and over what was going on and what had
happened to Patsy. Had he seen her? John had no time to answer her
questions. He pressed on, trying to find somewhere away from the
chaos and confusion that surrounded them. Eventually, they stumbled
down the steps that led to their cabin. John shoved open the cabin
door and they fell inside.