Training Lady Townsend by Annabel Joseph

you a virtuous woman, Aurelia.”
    Her gaze met his but then skittered away. “I did not wish to come to dinner,” she said. “I tried to decline politely.”
    “You lied to my face. And I made it clear—twice—that you would not be permitted to decline. When I send a servant to say that I require your presence at dinner, that is exactly what I mean.”
    She stared at the buttons of his waistcoat, still silently in rebellion. It would not do.
    “Come on then,” he said, taking her arm.
    She resisted, digging her heels into the floor. “Come where?”
    “Come and receive your spanking, for lying and being a stubborn pain in the arse.”
    “I will not,” she cried.
    Resist as she might, he was stronger than her. When she wouldn’t follow him to the chair under her own power, he lifted and carried her, then sat and threw her over his lap. He pinned her kicking legs between his, and caught one of her arms to secure it behind her back.
    “Listen to me, Aurelia,” he said. “We can do this two ways. You can accept your punishment without fighting me, or you can fight me and receive twice as many blows. Which do you prefer?”
    “This is wrong of you,” she said, struggling against him. “I will tell my father.”
    “Your father would agree with my right to discipline you, especially when I told him you’d lied to me and behaved as a disobedient wife. He’s such a stickler for proper behavior. Now, will you fight me, or will you submit?”
    She struggled even harder. Very well. A lengthy spanking it would be. He jerked up her skirts with his free hand. No traces of her last spanking remained upon her bared buttocks, but that had been a simple introductory spanking. This would be an assertion of dominance, and if he did it correctly, it would leave lingering marks, not just on her bottom but in her memory. He began to punish her rounded globes with sharp, firm spanks.
    “Oh!
Oww
,” she cried, jerking her legs in a useless effort to escape him. “You’re hurting me.”
    “Of course I’m hurting you, Aurelia. It’s a spanking. Really, this is by your choice.”
    “I didn’t choose this. I didn’t want this marriage. I didn’t want
you
!” she yelled.
    He ignored her frantic protests, concentrating instead on blistering her bottom. He’d honed his technique over the years, so he could spank a female to any range of severity without tiring his hand. Of course he would eventually need to progress to other implements if she persisted in defying him and behaving as an unruly child. He made a mental note to gather some such implements in his bedroom for the future. Based on her comportment at the moment, he was certain they’d be needed before long.
    “Oww,” she wailed. “It hurts. How long are you going to spank me?”
    “Until you’ve learned your lesson. I’m not doing this for my own amusement, you know.”
Well, not entirely...
“I’m doing this to teach you that lying and defying my commands will not be tolerated in this marriage. When I tell you to come to dinner, you’ll damn well do so.” He captured an unruly leg that had wiggled loose from between his thighs, and resumed his steady assault. “Furthermore, when I tell you you’re to be punished, you will learn to submit to me without all this nonsense.”
    She twisted until she nearly tugged her arm loose, and then pummeled her feet up against his leg. He slid the slipper off one flailing foot and laid it against her bottom.
Whap!
    She bucked across his thigh and let out a scream of such bloodcurdling agony he wondered if one of the staff would come crashing in. “No,” she screamed. “Stop! I can’t bear this.” Wails and pleas spilled from her mouth as he belabored her bottom with her slipper’s leather sole.
    “Remember, if you had chosen to take your spanking like a remorseful wife, without these struggles and theatrics, I would have already let you up. Instead you’ve kicked me, screamed at me, and continually tried to