CHAPTER17
Jakob hurried up the stairs, his anger had simmered all afternoon and all through dinner while they sat outside for hours. The woman had defied his orders and must be dealt with.
Martin didn’t feel the same way, but Jakob wanted to nip her independence in the bud before trouble started with her disobeying them. She was going to learn that disobedience would be punished.
He’d told her to go to the bedroom and prepare to be fucked that he wanted her ass sticking up in the air, her face head down.
Martin warned him. “I think you’re overreacting. It’s going to take a few days for us all to adjust. Don’t be too harsh on her.”
Just like Martin to let her off easily. Now would determine their relationship and he wanted Blanche to understand she was not going to get away with dressing like a man.
“She disobeyed me and you just want to ignore it? What happens when she disobeys and gets hurt? We’re protecting her by making her face her disobedience.”
“All this over her wearing men’s clothes to ride? What’s going to happen when something serious happens. Don’t be too harsh on her.”
Ignoring Martin, he hurried up the steps with him trailing.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he hurried into their bedroom and began to remove his clothes. Blanche lay in position at the top of the bed, her face in the sheets, her ass sticking up in the air.
Martin removed his boots, his pants, and his shirt. When the man finished, he crawled onto the bed beside her.
He rubbed his hand over her ass.
Damn the woman had obeyed him. Oh, how he wanted her disobedience. It would give him even more reason to spank her ass.
“Roll over and face us,” Jakob said. He wanted her to experience some discomfort for not being the proper lady he wanted her to always be.
“What have I talked about from the time we met? What have I mentioned over and over?” he said, staring into her emerald eyes.
There was a fire burning there that he wanted to extinguish. A flame that he knew would always resist him.
He walked to the dresser where he selected a larger plug from the wooden box and a jar of ointment. “Work this plug into your ass. And then I’m going to spank you. You are not allowed to come.”
Taking the plug from him, she put the ointment on the dowel and removed the smaller one. Slowly, she inched the plug in, breathing deeply pushing and pulling, she bit her lip as the fake cock popped into place.
All the while, she stared at Jakob like she was angry.
Well, she wasn’t the only one.
When she finished, she tilted her auburn curls in one direction and narrowed her eyes. “You would have me wear a bulky dress and sit on a sidesaddle. Many women are injured riding that way. I know you want a lady and I’m doing my best to be one. But this afternoon, we were alone. What harm was it for me to wear men’s clothing?”
He could feel his nostrils flare and he wanted to shout but lowered his voice.
“If I wanted to marry a man, I would have, but I want a woman to be my lady. And you’ll be required to act as one. I will not accept you acting like a hooligan. I will not accept you wearing men’s clothing on the ranch. You will always be a lady.”
She tossed her auburn hair and glared up at him. “I’m not your mother. I’m not the lady she was, and I never will be. If you can’t accept that, then we have no chance. But I will always act in public like a lady. Do you want me to act like a lady in the bedroom as well? Shall I remain cold and indifferent while you fuck me?”
Damn, the woman knew exactly how to get to him. No, he didn’t want his mother in the bedroom. That was just gross. And no, he didn’t want her not to react when they gave her pleasure.
Clenching his fist, anger filled him. “Enough talking. You’re going to be punished. Across my lap.”
She glanced at Martin and then crawled across the bed and laid across Jakob’s lap.
“You’re not being fair,” she said.
He ignored her comment. “I’m going to give you five licks. Count them out loud. If you continue to sass me, you’ll get another one.”
“Have it your way,” she said and glared at Martin.
The woman had such a stubborn streak. Today, she’d shown her spunky rebellious side and he expected his wife to obey him.
Gazing down at her white perfect ass, all he wanted to do was plunge his cock in her. To take her roughly from behind and show her that he was the man of the house. She was to obey at all times, but first, she needed her spanking.
“Do you agree that you deserved to be punished?” Martin asked her.
She bit her bottom lip. “No. What else did I have to wear besides my dress.”
The sight of her wet, glistening pussy was almost more than he could bear. Her folds were shiny and slick and the urge to climb on the bed and sink into her was overwhelming.
Time for her punishment.
Jakob swatted her ass to give her a taste of what was to come, hitting the plug. She gasped and turned her emerald eyes on him, dark and filled with fury.
Leaning down, Jakob kissed her on the ass, running his tongue along the seam of her cheeks, the plug peeking out. “We’re punishing you because you disobeyed.”
Martin nodded and Jakob raised his hand and connected his palm with her rounded cheeks. A handprint appeared on her white ass.
“Lady one,” she cried out her hands searching for something to grip onto.
Her words infuriated him. She was deliberately making fun of the fact he expected her to act like a lady.
Smack, Jakob hit her again.
“Lady two,” she replied, her voice steady and firm.
Smack.
“Lady three,” she said and it sounded like she was gritting her teeth.
Smack.
“Lady four,” she cried.
A moan escaped from her.