You Look Just Like Your Sister

by Rachel Burns

  Patrick woke up and made adorable little noises as he turned his head this way and that. “I think he’s hungry again, Elise.”

  Elise knew what that had meant. A nurse had been in to visit her and discuss the advantages of breastfeeding. Elise had promised to give it a try. However, she didn’t want to do that in front of Derrick.

  “I have to be going. I still have a couple of appointments yet today. I’ll drop by again later.”

  “When is Dad going to announce Patrick’s birth? I’m sure you’ll want to say a few words too.” Ashton looked at Derrick.

  “I didn’t plan to. In fact, I wasn’t planning on telling anyone at work. Elise is so young, and I fear people will think I took advantage of her.”

  “Oh.” Ashton didn’t know how to react to that. She assumed he would want to proudly announce that he was a father and that Elise had agreed to marry him.

  “Goodbye, ladies.” Derrick left then. He had no plans of visiting Elise again. He’d see her at the wedding soon enough.

  It sickened him that he got stuck marrying her.

  He was only doing this for his son.

  Chapter 20 – Promising To Obey

  Derrick looked into his rearview mirror. Elise was sitting in the back seat with Patrick. Her crap was in his trunk.

  He was wearing a suit with a flower pinned to his lapel. Today had been one of the worse days in his life. In a closed ceremony in a huge church he had married Elise, and then they baptized their son.

  Derrick had known the baby was his, but seeing it written in black on white had made him a little sick. He’d gone to visit Elise and Patrick once a week at the mansion. The visits had been very short and extremely formal. Exactly as he had thought, Elise had maids and a professional nanny helping her.

  She was in for a shock.

  Derrick was taking her to her new home, and the first thing he planned to do was lay down the law. He would explain exactly what he expected from a wife. All she had to do was clean his small apartment and cook.

  Naturally, the responsibility of taking care of Patrick would fall to Elise. It was Derrick’s job to work and provide an income for his family.

  That didn’t mean Elise would get her hands on his money. There was no telling what a rich heiress would do with his saving account.

  They wouldn’t have a joint saving account. Instead, he would give her an allowance.

  Elise Davis would learn how to survive on a budget, and Derrick would have fun watching her learn how to deal with that. He pictured tears when she didn’t get caviar for breakfast.

  Outbursts would be swiftly handled with an old-fashioned spanking. He’d make a decent person out of her yet.

  Elise said nothing as she sat in the back of his car. She was glad Patty, as she usually called her son, was sleeping.

  She was wondering what was to become of her. It was clear that Derrick hated her. He had only visited to save face with Ashton. She figured he would either ignore her completely like he did when he visited Patrick, or he would yell at her for ruining his life with her lies.

  She didn’t expect to be happily married.

  Derrick was watching the road, which gave her the opportunity to look at him. He looked great. There was something so manly about him. He had a way about him that made other men look like boys. He was dominant.

  Elise hoped he really knew what he was doing. She needed someone like that in her life. Maybe he would like her one day, and they could learn things from each other and become better people because they knew each other, like people in a real marriage did.

  Maybe, one day, he would find it in his heart to forgive her.

  He parked his car on the street. He didn’t seem to have a parking spot only for him. She knew how much money he made. As head of Finances, he was one of the best-paid people at the company. Only Ashton and her father earned more than he did.

  They would probably be moving into a larger apartment soon. Maybe they should get a house with a backyard where Patty could play when he was older. She would tell Derrick that they should buy a house near a playground.

  Home sweet home, Derrick thought.

  This would be Elise’s home too now. They had to share so they could share Patrick.

  Derrick still couldn’t believe he’d gotten a kid to go back to his apartment with him. He’d always thought that men who sleep with under-aged women were only pretending not to have had a clue about their age.

  Derrick had no idea how provocative young girls could be. He’d fallen for her hook, line and sinker.

  He now knew that she could pretend to be anything she wanted to be.

  Derrick would never be able to trust her.

  He got out of the car and opened his trunk. She had three big suitcases full of things for her and Patrick.

  Derrick had to smirk a little when he thought about him telling his boss that Elise and Patrick would be living with him in his tiny apartment and not with him in his mansion.

  Marshall Montfort may have the say at work, but when it came to his wife and son, Derrick had the final say. So here they were, moving into his apartment.

  Elise got out of his car and got Patrick out, but she left him in his car seat, so she could carry him in. She didn’t want him to wake up and cry. This moment was uncomfortable enough as it was.

  “You know the way.” Derrick handed her a key to his apartment. “Don’t lose that.”

  “Okay.” Elise went to the door of the building and unlocked the door. She pushed the button for the elevator. The last time she was here, they had taken the stairs.

  She’d gone to his apartment as a virgin, and then they made Patrick together. Now Patrick was returning to the place he was conceived. Was this coming full circle, or was this going backwards?

  Elise got off the elevator and unlocked the door. She went in alone. For had figured that he wouldn't want to carry her over the threshold.

  Elise heard Derrick downstairs loading her suitcases into the elevator. She was certain that she’d forgotten half of what she needed. She hadn’t expected it. After the meal at her house Derrick had announced that they would be living in his apartment and that it was time for them to go home.

  Ashton and her father had tried to talk him into staying, but he wasn’t moved to change his mind. He felt they needed to be alone to get to know each other. He wanted them to catch up in peace.

  Elise walked into the living room and saw a baby carriage, a crib and a changing table built up along the wall. Would it be Patrick and hers bedroom? The doctor had told Elise she shouldn’t have sex yet. She had said a three-month restriction. Would she have to explain that to him? She wasn’t good about things like that.

  The truth was she didn’t want to sleep with him. She felt the things that happened to them had pushed them further apart and not closer together as would be normal after the birth of a child.

  Elise bent down and got Patrick out of his car seat.

  Derrick came in and admired her backside as she bent. He would be getting very familiar with her little rump yet this evening.

  Derrick set down the suitcases and went back to lock the apartment door. He wondered what kind of ruckus she would put up when he laid down the law this evening.

  It wouldn’t matter. One way or the other her lessons in discipline would start tonight. He would not only give her a piece of his mind but also a piece of the inside of his hand.

  He went back to her and looked at her. In his mind he was thinking, let the lessons begin.

  “We could have Patrick’s furniture brought here and a few other things that I may have forgotten.”

  “No, we can’t. You’ll make due with the things you’re given. Whatever you forgot, you’ll have to go without. If it is something you can’t live without, you’ll have to come to me and ask for it. I’ll tell you right now, you’re going to be living on a very strict budget. There will be no unnecessary spending.”

  Elise nodded at him. He finally seemed to be in a good
mood. All day he’d been scowling at her.

  “Your life has changed. You are my wife now, and I’ll make sure you keep the promises you made in church this afternoon.”

  Elise nodded again. He’d been forced to marry her. That he wouldn’t be happy about that was clear.

  “You’re responsible for keeping the apartment clean. I also expect you to do the cooking. The laundry is –”

  “I can’t cook,” Elise interrupted him.

  “Then you better learn by breakfast. As I was saying, you’re responsible for the laundry. I’ll give you 400 dollars a month for groceries and diapers and such things. I expect you to still be able to put food on the table on the 31st. Because this month has already started, I’ll only be giving you 200 dollars.”

  Elise nodded at him. She’d never done the shopping at home, but she’d been taking less since she knew that her father was having financial difficulties. Now that things were back on track she’d been eating more.

  She still had a few extra pounds from the pregnancy. She hoped he wouldn’t want to see her naked anytime soon.

  Elise felt she didn’t look good anymore. Her tummy was exactly like Santa Claus. They each had a bowl full of jelly.

  Derrick was a little irked that she wasn’t freaking out yet, so he decided to add to the load and test her tolerance. He wasn’t about to let her off easy. “If you aren’t able to live within the budget, I will spank you.”

  Elise looked at him confused. It had almost sounded like he’d said that he would spank her. “Pardon me?”

  “That’s something you need to learn right away. There will be no pardons. If I feel you need a spanking, you’ll get one. There’ll be no way out of it.”

  “Is that legal?” Elise asked.

  “You’re my wife.”

  “That doesn’t make it legal.” Elise took a step away from him.

  “Trust me, it is. You just have to agree to it.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Then we aren’t going to get along.”

  “I don’t understand,” she confessed.

  “What you did was so terrible. I’ll never be able to forgive you if you don’t show a little good will. By accepting your punishment, you’re accepting responsibility. I need to know that you understand what you did was so horrific that it can’t go unpunished. I can’t, and I won’t live with a conniving bitch.”

  Elise got a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her arms felt heavy, and she had Patrick in them. She needed to sit. Would that make him mad?

  “What will it be, Elise? Distrust and perhaps even hate, or will you face the responsibility?” he asked her, wondering how she would answer him.

  “I honestly am sorry.”

  “Sorry, doesn’t cut it. You had hours upon hours to come clean, and you didn’t do it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, what?”

  Elise felt heat flooding her cheeks. She turned beet red. “Okay to your idea.”

  “You have to say it. It’s part of the punishment.” Derrick would see this done to his satisfaction.

  “Okay, you get to spank me.” She dropped her eyes, ashamed of herself.

  “Get to? You think this is my idea of a fun Saturday evening?”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Sir,” Derrick said.

  “What?” He was confusing her again. Elise didn’t understand what was going on.

  “You’ll address me as ‘Sir’. You have to learn respect. Your father may not have had the time to teach you, but I will.”

  “My father taught me right from wrong,” Elise protested.

  “Really? I didn’t notice much of that after the Christmas party. I think there are gaps in your education. I will not suffer a lifetime because of them. I’ll fill in the gaps and teach you exactly what I think is acceptable behavior.”

  Elise sank down on the sofa. Her legs wouldn’t support her any longer.

  “I’m going to my room. Once Patrick is asleep, come to me, so we can get it over with.”

  Elise nodded.

  “I told you to address me with ‘yes, sir.’ We’ll also talk about that when you’re over my knees.” Derrick stayed standing where he was and waited for the appropriate answer.

  It took Elise a long drawn out minute to realize what he was waiting for. “Yes, sir.”

  Derrick left her alone and went into his room. It was already late. He wondered how long he would have to wait for her to collect her well-deserved spanking.

  Elise looked around. His apartment had stayed the same since the last time she was here. Only the crib, baby carriage and the changing table were new.

  Elise laid Patrick in the crib and started to unpack Patrick’s things into the drawers under the changing table.

  She wasn’t sure where she should put her things. He hadn’t said.

  He hadn’t been clear about anything, except that he wanted to spank her.

  Elise had heard about spanking as sex play, who hadn’t? The grey books were so popular. Even she’d read them.

  But a spanking for a wife as a punishment was new to her. She peeked up at Patrick and saw that he was asleep.

  She took the moment to look up marital spankings on her cell phone. Her jaw dropped when she saw that it was a real thing. It was even widespread, and people joined groups for it. Churches even supported it.

  Did that mean this was really going to happen? It surprised her that he would want to touch her at all, although, it had been pretty clear he wanted to ring her neck.

  “Elise, I told you to come into the bedroom when Patrick fell asleep.” Derrick was fit to be tied. He’d given her clear instructions, and here she was playing with her phone.

  Elise jumped surprised. She hadn’t heard him come in. “I was just putting Patty’s things away.”

  “No, you weren’t. You were playing with your phone. Give it to me.”

  “Are you going to take it away?” Elise asked, thinking that he really did seem more like her father than her husband.

  “I was clear. I want you to give it to me.” He held his hand out to take her cell. “You have big problems with obedience.”

  Elise handed him her phone. She was still sitting on the floor.

  Derrick had to hold his breath not to laugh when he saw what she’d been researching. She was on the homepage of a bible slash spanking group. “Shall we get started now?” He shut off her phone and laid it down on the changing table.

  Elise was in inner turmoil. Was this normal? Had her father spanked her mother when they were younger? Would this be something that she could consider normal if her mother had lived longer?

  She couldn’t imagine her mother ever doing something as bad as she’d done. He was right she was a terrible person.

  Elise got up to her feet. She would have liked to move faster, but her body felt so heavy. She wanted to make her marriage work. It was nice of him to marry her, when he didn’t have to. She was positive he did it for Patrick and not for her. He had to hate her. This was probably him, making the best out of everything.

  “Follow me.”

  He was good at the cold teacher-like tone, Elise thought as she followed him into his bedroom.

  She couldn’t help but glance around the room. It felt like an entire lifetime had gone by since she was in here last. Still, it looked the same. The only thing missing was Ashton’s dress, Elise’s prop to play the role of her life. She had hoped that when the prop came off, he would see the real her. He hadn’t. She’d been too convincing.

  Derrick couldn’t believe it. He cleared his throat loudly and repeated himself for the third time. “Bare your bottom.” He sat down on the bed and looked at her, waiting. He was sure she’d heard him this time.

  She had, but she couldn’t believe her ears. “Umm, I can’t. There is a certain amount of time that you have to wait after a baby is born.”

  “Are you still bleeding?” Derrick asked. He’d been doing online research of his own since he found out he wa
s going to be a father.

  “No, but if this is a sex game of some sort –” Elise stopped herself. Now it sounded like she was accusing him of something. Was she?

  Derrick’s lips pressed together in anger. “Elise, I’m waiting. The longer I wait the madder I get.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m not a patient man. I’ll tell you that now.”

  “I know that. I meant why do I have to undress?”

  Derrick snorted. She knew he wasn’t patient, and yet she was pushing his buttons. “You don’t have to undress. I only need you to bare your lower half.”

  Elise took a step away from him. “But why.”

  Derrick stood up and took hold of her wrists. “Because it stings more that way.”

  His voice had been extra deep, and it had a way of making her body want to go to his, despite what would happen when she got close to him. He wanted to get her and get her good. That was clear.

  Derrick let go and sat back down. He’d been waiting for this moment for so long. Having her tiny ass over his knees in the perfect spanking position was something he’d been dreaming about since –. Since he’d met Ashton.

  Derrick looked away from Elise who was reaching under her dress and pulling down her panties and pantyhose.

  He was telling himself he had to be careful to only spank her for the lies she told. The things Ashton had done weren’t her fault.

  If he punished Elise overly much, she would hate him. He did hope they would one day get along, for Patrick’s sake.

  He didn’t count on that happening in the next few years, but with time, and if she behaved herself, they could learn to respect each other. It was clear neither respected the other yet.

  “Take them all the way off.”

  Elise swore she could feel his voice all the way to her bones, which were vibrating in response. She balanced on one foot and removed her undergarments.

  “Sit down next to me, Elise.”

  She sat down next to him. They were sitting shoulder on shoulder. Elise was very conscience of her breathing.

  “Why do you need to be spanked, Elise?” he asked her.