(Note from Cara: This post originally ran Sept. 10, 2013. The links and photos were updated on Dec. 9, 2014.)
Jared, who is about to discipline his wife, begins with a few warm-up spanks. Melania has agreed to a domestic discipline marriage, but this is her first real spanking. She doesn’t know what to expect, but she’s about to find out. And excerpt from Unexpected Consequences, the first book of the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series.
The next few stung a little more, but it was nothing like she had feared. Melania exhaled and relaxed against the padded leather valet. She intended to be a dutiful wife, but if from time to time she needed to defy Jared to get what she wanted, she could handle the consequences. If she’d known her punishment was going to be this easy, she would have brought the shoes home openly and said, “I want them, so spank me.”
They were such beautiful shoes, they made the pain of wearing them worthwhile. Even as she just stood, resting on the valet, they pinched her feet. But damn, they looked good.
“It’s time Melania,” Jared said.
Seconds later, her bottom exploded in agony.
Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t cry out, couldn’t even moan. Tears flooded her eyes.
The length of the paddle was such that it had caught both cheeks. As the pain ricocheted through her bottom, she could only lie draped over the bench, fighting tears, bracing for the next blow. If the bench hadn’t been supporting her, she would have fallen to her knees.
She waited, unable to see Jared, her stomach clenching in dread. Just as she thought her spanking might be over with the one painful swat, the second blow hit.
It landed in the same place, searing the area that hadn’t recovered from the first. The pain was greater than anything she’d ever experienced.
The paddle struck several times, and Melania burst into tears. She had given Jared the right to do this, but the reality was far harsher than she had ever imagined. There was nothing fun, sensual, or erotic about this. Her backside felt like one huge, raw blister. Although Jared delivered each blow with equal precision and evenness, each subsequent strike burned worse than the prior one.
“Please, please, please, Jared,” she begged, struggling against the restraints. She had agreed to this, but her body overruled her mind’s decision. Futilely she tried to kick and fought to cover her bottom with her hands. Restrained, she had no choice but to accept the blows.
“I’m sorry I disobeyed you.” Melania choked out the words. “I’m sorry, Jared.” No shoes were worth this. She hated those shoes. She was never going to wear them again.
“I hope you are, Melania. I hope you are sincere,” Jared said. “I don’t expect you to be perfect, but I do expect you to be honest.”
The paddle fell several more times. Melania’s world shrank to focus on the spanking and the pain radiating from her bottom. Her nostrils filled with the leather and wood smells of the valet and the faint, acrid odor of cigars Jared had smoked in his den. The scents implanted themselves deep in the primitive part of her brain to link leather and cigar with spanking.
Did buying the shoes warrant a punishment of this magnitude? She’d wheedled her way around rules and restrictions her entire life, but never had such a price been exacted. Even the court system went easy on first-time offenders. Yes, she’d disobeyed her husband and lied, but couldn’t Jared have given her another chance? Her father always had.
Each spank hammered home a new reality: her husband meant what he said. Melania couldn’t believe this was happening.
At last the spanking stopped. Her heart beat in cadence with her throbbing bottom as she waited in dread, fearing the spanking would resume, but then the restraints were released.
“I-is it o-over?” she stuttered through her tears.
“It’s over.” His voice was hoarse, oddly so, as if he shared her pain.
If only it were her last spanking….
Newlywed Melania Traynor loves life, shoes, and most of all, her husband Jared – a tall, handsome, protective man with a commanding side. He’s a member of the secret Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who maintain discipline in the home with a loving heart and an open hand. When he tells her he believes in domestic discipline and will spank her if she misbehaves, she enters into their marriage with eyes wide shut confident she’ll never be on the receiving end. But when she disobeys Jared, she discovers that discipline isn’t all talk.
All Rod and Cane Society novels can be read as stand-alones.