Luke's Rogue Bride

by Rayanna Jamison

  The pain was wicked, stinging and deep at the same time, and Carolyn gasped aloud each time it made contact with her roasted flesh, silently berating herself for not knowing when to stop.

  She was actually relieved when Lucas started lecturing again, because it slowed him down, and hopefully was a sign that he would stop soon if she was able to keep her attitude in check and give acceptable answers this time.

  “As I was saying,” he lectured, still spanking with that wicked spoon as he spoke, thankfully with less force than he had been using only moments earlier. “I’m sorry I didn’t consider what you wanted. But it’s no excuse for the way you immediately came at me. Even when you don’t agree with me, you will treat me with respect.” The spoon cracked hard against her sit spots, which had blissfully been ignored up until this point. “Even if you think I am wrong, you don’t curse at me. Ever.” Her body tensed, as she waited for the punctuating swat, and he did not disappoint, making sure that her sit spots would be evenly sore and tender, as would the rest of her. The spoon against her sit spots, coupled with her husband’s stern words began to break through her stubborn anger.

  “You treat me with the same respect I give you. Do I curse at you?” He didn’t pause, answering his own question rather than waiting for her to answer. “Never. Not even at my most frustrated.”

  It was true, she realized with a start, biting her lip as the tears began to fall with abandon. Luke never treated her with anything other than kindness and patience, and never had. Even when she was young and at her nastiest. He didn’t know the pressure she was under, or the fears she was facing, and he certainly didn’t deserve to have her anger over a helpless situation taken out on him.

  “I’m sorry, Lucas!” she cried. “Please stop.”

  Blissfully he did, dropping the spoon to the floor unceremoniously. “Thank God.” He breathed, shaking out his hand to alleviate a cramp. “You’re a hellcat, Carolyn. You took one hell of a spanking just now.” He pulled her up, settling her on his lap as he always did.

  “I’m really sorry, Lucas. I was really frustrated and angry but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

  “Well, sweetheart, I’m glad to hear you’re sorry, but this lesson is not quite over yet. You cursed at me no less than five times. Naughty wives who can’t control their mouths get long hard spankings on their bare bottoms, but they also get their naughty mouths washed out with soap.”

  Her jaw went slack as she stared at him in dismay, remembering his threat from their first date. She knew she had no grounds for argument, but the thought of having her sexy husband wash her mouth out with soap like a disobedient child was too much for her to bear at the moment with her bottom already throbbing from a spanking.

  “No,” she whispered softly into his shirt. “No, please.” She knew it was futile, as much as she knew that she would actually be disappointed if he gave into her piteous pleas. She did not want soap, but now that it was out there, she knew that she deserved it.

  Thankfully, Lucas was steadfast, squeezing her tightly as she mewled into his shirt, kissing her head and sighing softly as he patted her bottom. “Yes. C’mon. Get up. Let’s get this over with so we can have a nice evening afterwards.”

  Wiping her eyes, she scooted off his lap and allowed him to lead her down to the hall and into the small bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief when he shut and locked the door behind them. Having an audience for her spanking had been humiliating enough, but having an audience for this would have been unbearable.

  Luke wasted no time getting down to business. “Skirt off, naughty bottom on display, nose in the corner,” he instructed firmly, not waiting to see her reaction, before he turned and started digging in the cabinet under the sink.

  With her heart in her stomach, Carolyn obeyed. Stripping for a punishment, even from the waist down was the most humbling thing she had experienced yet. Especially, since she knew it was a request that was merely a matter of control and obedience. He didn’t need her bottom bared to soap her mouth. With her nose in the corner, Carolyn listened to the sounds of her impending doom. The crinkle of a wrapper as he opened a fresh bar of soap, the water running as he lathered it for maximum effect. There were a few more sounds she didn’t quite recognize the origin or purpose of. Finally, Luke called her out of the corner.

  She turned to see him sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, motioning for her to stand between his legs, as he had before. Taking the smallest and slowest of steps over to him, she prayed that he didn’t plan on spanking her in here. Besides being awkward and cramped, her bottom was still throbbing.

  When she reached him, she stared town at the bar of soap he held in his hand, her stomach rolling as she noted the layer of foam and bubbles resting on the top of it. She gulped. “Lucas, is this really necessary? I assure you, I’ve learned my lesson.”

  He didn’t bother answering, just raised his eyebrows in confirmation and nodded gravely, taking her hands in one of his, so she wouldn’t be able to fight him. “Open up.”

  She obeyed, gagging when the bitter lather made contact with her tongue, and again as he pushed the bar into her waiting mouth, until half of it had disappeared and the other half poked out between her lips.

  “Close your mouth and bite down.”

  Tears streaked down her face as she did so, fighting the bile that threatened to rise up, wanting desperately to make Lucas proud and be absolved of her guilt.

  “Two minutes,” he announced. “Turn around.”

  Eyes wide as she realized what was coming, Carolyn slowly turned, shuddering inwardly, expecting him to spank her.

  Instead, he whistled gripping her cheeks with his large hands covering her swollen bottom. “You’ve got marks on top of marks, sweet Caro. I hope you’ve learned your lessons well so we can avoid a repeat performance this weekend.”

  She nodded vigorously, biting down on the soap to keep it in place as her head bobbed up and down in agreement, breathing deep shuddering sobs of relief as rough hands massaged her swollen cheeks.

  “Time,” Lucas announced, turning her to face him. He gripped the bit of soap hanging from her mouth, and she opened wide, expecting him to remove it. Instead he gripped the bar of soap with one hand, and her chin with the other, holding her compliant as he continued with her torturous punishment. She gagged and cried as he slowly and calmly worked the bar around her mouth, careful to cover every surface of her mouth and tongue. Just when she thought she might puke, he withdrew it, and tipped her mouth closed, peering at her sternly.

  “No manner of cursing is allowed in this house, Carolyn. I do not tolerate it.”

  With the bubbles multiplying on her tongue, she nodded. Whispering yes sir was not an option at the moment.

  “Open your mouth. All done. You may rinse. Two times only, so make them count,” he warned nodding towards the small cups he had set out on the counter. One was filled with mouthwash, and one with water.

  She did the water first, gasping as it seemed to bring the soap to life once more. She swished in in her mouth for as long as she could stand, attempting to rinse the layer of soapy residue from every crook and crevice. When she spit, it came out thick and milky, like liquid soap. The mouthwash was next. She savored the fresh minty taste even as it mixed and mulled with the soapy bitterness, rolling it over and over in her mouth, until Luke tapped his watch and pointed at the sink. Obediently, she spit. “You said to make it count!”

  “And you did. Abundantly.”

  Carolyn couldn’t help but giggle at Luke’s stern bemused expression. “Yes, Sir. It was yucky.”

  “Good. Are you going to remember to watch your tongue more carefully from now on?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Carolyn agreed vehemently. Soap was an experience she never wanted to have again.

  Chapter 12

  It was midnight when Carolyn woke from a dead sleep, with her bottom still throbbing against the cool sheets. Groggily, she whimpered, recalling the events that had led to the stripes
and welts on her butt, and the bitter taste that still lingered in her mouth. In the emotion and embarrassment that followed, her frantic mission had been all but forgotten. She needed to go to her parents’ house. She couldn’t avoid it any longer. If she did, they might not be there.

  Luke’s arm wrapped around her, anchoring her to the bed. She could free herself of course, but could she make the drive to her parents’ and back before he noticed? Was it even a risk worth taking at this point? Her bottom said that it was not, and thankfully her brain agreed. There was no point in driving to her parents’ in the middle of the night. If they were there, she needed to talk to them. If they weren’t… she didn’t know what she would do, but going back to sleep wouldn’t be an option. As it was, after the tests, the drive, and the excruciating punishment she had endured, she was physically and emotionally spent. Sleep had come easy at first, but now she was wide awake, but still too drained and bone-weary to considering moving. Six hours till dawn seemed like forever to wait, but if she were still enough, maybe sleep would claim her once more.

  Closing her eyes, she backed up, pressing her body against Luke’s, relishing in the sensation of his cool skin against her blazing hot bottom. She giggled softly as he moaned and hardened against her, his swollen member coming to rest at the apex between her thighs. Moaning she rolled, turning into his embrace, seeking relief for the frustration that had plagued her for hours.

  His eyes still closed, Lucas pulled her close, her chest against his and covered her lips with his own.

  Lucas sat at the dining table a steaming mug of hot cocoa in front of him as he frowned at it, seriously considering taking up drinking coffee instead. It was a practice long considered to be forbidden in Green Valley, although he knew many community members now considered the rule to be impractical and outdated. The community even had their own coffee shop these days. It had never made sense to him that coffee was frowned upon and alcohol was not, although as bishop, he indulged in neither.

  He was still mulling over how devout a bishop needed to be in the area of forbidden beverages when Carolyn emerged from the bedroom. To his surprise, she was already fully dressed and ready for the day. She usually preferred to spend a lazy Saturday, lounging around the house in her robe while she cooked or studied. He smiled as he watched her, anticipating that she would join him. They didn’t get much time together with her in school, and time alone, just the two of them was a rare commodity. Standing quickly, he crossed to the chair at his left, ready to pull it out for her when she entered. Instead, he watched in confusion as she stalked past the dining room without even glancing in, as if she were going out of her way to avoid him.

  Her purse was over her shoulder and her hand poised on the doorknob when he reached her. “Going somewhere?” His hand covered her shoulder, holding her in place.

  “Oh!” Carolyn turned quickly, blinking up at him from behind long eyelashes. It was an expression he’d seen before, and it was far from innocent. “I didn’t know you were awake, darling!” She drawled, placing her hand on his chest, another one of her southern belle moves. If there was one thing he had learned about Carolyn over the last few years, it was that when her southern belle came out, trouble was on the horizon. As far as Luke was concerned, it was her biggest tell.

  “You didn’t know I was awake?” he repeated back, deadpan. “Well, where did you think I was? I wasn’t in bed with you.”

  “I thought...” she sputtered, well-aware that she was good and trapped. “I mean, um, well, you could have been in bed with Rosa.”

  “I could have been,” he agreed. “But I wasn’t, now was I? And more importantly, if you thought I was in bed with Rosa, where exactly were you sneaking off to at this early hour?”

  She turned, moving her hand from his chest, and making a move towards the door, but he was quick, catching her wrist and pulling her close. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his eyes narrowing darkly.

  Wanting answers, he pulled her into the dining room, plunking her down into the chair he had previously pulled out for her. “Start talking, young lady. Unless you think your butt can handle a repeat performance of the last two days.” Luke leaned back against the table, crossed his arms over his chest and waited, watching as the bravado left her in a whoosh.

  “I need to go to my parents’ house,” she whispered.

  “Okay. That seems reasonable. Why are you sneaking around?” Lucas had the distinct feeling that he was missing something important, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

  “Because I wanted to avoid this!” Her exasperation was plain, but baffling.

  “This? What this? Carolyn, what are you talking about?”

  “Does it even matter?” she huffed sullenly, rolling her eyes like a thirteen-year-old, instead of a married college educated woman.

  Lucas had had enough. “Stand up.”

  Her eyes widened, but she slowly obeyed. As soon as her butt left the chair, Lucas spun her around, balancing his foot on the chair rung, and bent her over his knee.

  “I said, start talking!” he barked, laying two firm swats on each side.

  “I am talking!”

  “Maybe so, but you’re not saying anything, now are you?” He laid one last swat, for five in total, across the crack of her cheeks, and sat her back down. “Let’s try this again. Start talking.”

  “My dad…” she began, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “He’s been talking to people in Filmore. I just want to know what’s going on there, you know? I didn’t get to see the report, and I need to go there this weekend anyway.”

  Lucas tsked as he considered her explanation. She always froze up when it came to her past, so it made sense that she was acting so evasive. Still, he couldn’t have her trying to sneak around on him in the future, for any reason.

  “That’s fine, Caro. You never need an excuse to go see family. You also never need to feel like you have to hide it from me, no matter the reason. None of this sneaking around stuff. It makes me feel like you’re afraid of me, or you don’t trust me. Are either of those things true?”

  Her face softened. “No, Lucas. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I realized around midnight that I forgot to go over there last night, and it just bugged me all night.”

  “Okay. That’s fine.” He frowned, feeling suddenly awkward. “It’s not that you have to ask permission when you want to go over there, or go anywhere for that matter. It just looked like you were trying to sneak, and it scared me.”

  She frowned too, looking as awkward as he felt. “I’m sorry. I’m going to go now, okay?”

  Lucas nodded, watching wordlessly as she smoothed her skirt and made for the door, clutching her purse tightly.

  As the door closed behind her a knot settled in the pit of his stomach. Something was not right.

  Carolyn entered her parents’ house without knocking, tiptoeing quietly in case they had slept in.

  “Good morning, daughter.” Her father’s voice was sharp and accusing, but he did not seem surprised at her presence.

  “Father,” she greeted him coolly, not being in any sort of mood for small talk or mind games. She was here to get answers.

  He gestured at the seat across from him, motioning for her to sit, but she preferred to stand for several reasons—her aching bottom being only one of the many.

  Folding her arms across her chest, she glowered at him. “Who’s the new bishop?”

  “Funny. I thought you were married to him.” Her father was quick witted and had always been good at cracking jokes, but Carolyn was not playing.

  “You know very well that’s not what I meant,” she retorted, hotly. “You and I both know that you’re in on the ground level with these changes in Filmore, so unless you want me to wake up the moms and tell them about your new hobby, you should start talking.”

  He regarded her calmly, taking a bite of toast before he answered. “They already know.” The smugness in his tone was infuriating.

  “Fin
e, then. Good. If they already know I’ll just wake Myra up and ask her.” Carolyn was already walking away when his deep voice halted her in his tracks.

  “I am.”

  Stopping abruptly mid-step, she backpedaled, not even bothering to turn she walked backwards the few steps it took to stand face to face with her father. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

  “I’m the new prophet.” His voice rang out with clarity and confidence, but the words muddled in her brain. She could not be hearing this right.

  “You’re the new prophet?” she repeated back dumbly, the words heavy on her tongue.

  Her father nodded eagerly, looking very much like he expected her to be pleased with this absurd announcement.

  “It’s a trap.” Carolyn blurted out the first coherent thought that popped into her mind.

  Paying no heed, her father threw back his head and laughed heartily. “Caro, be serious. Be happy for me. For Filmore.”

  That did it. “Be happy for you? Be serious? Oh, I’m sorry, are you actually stupid enough to think that I was joking? Because let me assure you, I am as serious as a heart attack.” Carolyn paused smiling viciously as she hammered in the nails. “Oh wait, you must be that stupid if you believed for a single second that they actually wanted you to come back to Filmore and take over as prophet. Are you kidding me? Daddy,” she drawled, using a name for him she had abandoned years ago. “You and I were the main reason they lost their precious prophet in the first place.”

  Her father looked stricken at her vehement pronouncement. She almost felt sorry for him, but her anger and disbelief were far too great for her to stop now. “We were banished. Excommunicated after we left. We lost everyone and everything. Our friends. Our family. Our livelihoods.” Carolyn could hardly breathe as she went on. “And you know what? We were better off for it. We thrived. Because those people and that town are toxic.”