His Defiant Wife
The Adventures of Linnett Wainwright Book 2
By
Vanessa Brooks
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His Deiant Wife: The Adventures of Linnett Wainwright, Book 2
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.
Table of Contents:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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CHAPTER 1
Linnett Wainwright Foster opened her eyes and turned her head to where her husband had been sleeping beside her. She stretched out her hand and felt the sheet, but it was cold. He must have risen very early indeed.
Linnett had spent a restless and uncomfortable night. Her body was sore from the previous night’s punishment, roughly meted out by her husband, John Foster, in the barn after they returned from the wilderness to where Linnett had run off. She now realised that this was a silly misunderstanding and a wild goose chase. She also realised that their honeymoon was over and their marriage had truly begun.
Linnett shuddered as she remembered John’s fury. Oh! She had made a very big mistake and she had paid the price. Thankfully, Sarah and Hans Lammers and their son, Peter, had retired to their bed by the time she and John had returned to the house. Linnett had been very relieved for she so dreaded facing them.
After trying to sit up and finding that impossible with her tender and bruised bottom, Linnett rolled off the bed wincing with pain. As she stood, gingerly massaging her hot, sore buttocks, there came a soft tapping at the door. Hastily, Linnett dropped her raised nightgown, grabbed her brush and began to brush her hair.
As she worked to disentangle her snarled curls, she called out a “please to enter,” and Sarah Lammers came in holding a china jug.
“Good morning,” she said brightly. “John said to let you sleep this morning; I hear that you had a very uncomfortable night.”
Linnett flushed hotly, furious with John. Sarah grinned. “Please, it’s all right my dear. I do understand, you know. Here, I have made you up some balm to soothe the scalding. It is what we use for burns, but it has always worked for me in this er...situation. Just rub it in very gently and it should help stop the stinging.”
Linnett looked at Sarah with surprise. “You mean....?”
Sarah chuckled and sat down on the side of the bed. “Linnett, you don’t think you are the first young wife to get a licking from her husband, do you?”
A gentle smile and kind eyes took in Linnett’s embarrassed confusion. Linnett pondered, “We-ll actually yes. . .I rather thought I was . . .” Linnett’s voice trailed away, and she flushed with shame.
Sarah shook her head and clucked her tongue. “Linnett, Linnett, what a sheltered life you must have lived! Now, child, you listen to me: there is always a period of adjustment in any marriage. It is very difficult for you to accept that your husband now has the ultimate word in all that you do. But especially out here living in the wild, you have to accept that John has your best interests at heart. Your safety is his responsibility now, Linnett.”
Linnett looked at Sarah curiously and said, “Sarah may I ask about you...I mean....did Hans....um...sorry....um...what happened......um.....”
Sarah quickly interrupted Linnett’s stumbling question.
“I was a very young bride not unlike you, Linnett. When Hans and I married, I knew nothing at all of men. Boston is nothing like the wilderness where we have chosen to live. I had grown up safely in Boston, with schoolteacher parents who had encouraged me to learn and read and to draw. Oh, how I loved to draw... I hardly ever have the time now.”
Sarah paused and looked dreamily out of the window, then she sighed and spoke again. “Hans was such a handsome devil -- well he still is! A huge bear of a man and when he began courting me, I was in seventh heaven!
“We were soon married and moved out here. It was such an adventure for me. It was like all the books that I had read at home of explorers and travellers, but I had no idea of the dangers that surrounded us. We built the cabin first up on the ridge and lived up there for about two years while Hans built this house.
“I used to wander off and sketch. Hans was a very understanding husband; he liked to see my sketches. He told me that provided I stayed within calling distance of the cabin, he had no objection to this.”
Sarah broke into a chuckle. “I remember feeling so indignant at that. I thought that he had no right to object if I wished to roam. Anyhow, I wandered farther and farther away each day. Hans kept telling me that I must stay close to the cabin but I ignored him.
“Then one day, I was sitting on a log, drawing, when I felt a sharp bite on my leg. A snake had bitten me; the pain was dreadful. I screamed for Hans, and of course, I was too far away for him to hear me. I lay outside all night and fell into a fever. Luckily, Hans found me early the following day, but I was ill for several days. We had no idea if I was to live or die.
“When I finally recovered, Hans told me that it had been the worst week of his life. He told me that I was never to go out of sight of the cabin again. At that time, I was still weak and frightened and I made the promise easily, never thinking that I would want to go farther away after that terrible fright.
“Some weeks later, Hans had been out cutting wood for our new house. He came back at dusk, the fire in the stove was out and no meal was cooking. He thought that something must have happened to me or that I might be hurt again. He searched and called for me for an hour or so.
“In the meantime, I had walked home from my wandering and lit the fire to begin our supper. He was in such a rage when he came in, especially since I was singing happily with no thought at all of the worry that I had caused him. He soon, um, made it very clear how worried he’d been!”
Sarah looked at Linnett impishly. “I couldn’t sit down for a week! It was then I went through the book of recipes my mother had given me on our marriage day. I found a recipe for a balm made with wintergreen to help soothe burns and bruising. Never again have I wandered away from home without first telling Hans where I am going.
“So there you have it; you are not the first and you certainly won’t be the last to suffer from a sore bottom! I still have to watch out and remember to obey Hans otherwise......well you know.”
Sarah stood up and handed Linnett the bowl of medicinal-smelling balm. Linnett reached out and gently
kissed Sarah’s cheek. “Thank you, Sarah,” she said simply.
Sarah patted Linnett’s hand. “When you are ready, come down. Apparently I am to teach you how to cook.”
Linnett frowned. “Oh?”
Sarah shook her head when she saw the mulish expression that had settled on Linnett’s face. “I wouldn’t question this request from your husband, Linnett, er...not just at the moment, hmm?”
Linnett nodded and waited until Sarah had left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She lifted the pot of balm and sniffed it. She found that it actually smelled pleasant and only slightly medicinal. Linnett scooped some out and rubbed it gingerly into her hot, sore buttocks. Sarah was right...she would not test John today and probably not for some while to come!
Linnett pondered the story that Sarah had shared with her. Perhaps all wives were regularly spanked by their husbands? She was certain that none of the women in her circle of acquaintances in England suffered spankings. Perhaps it was a quirky American thing? But then English women promised to obey in their wedding vows, too, so maybe it was her lack of knowledge because she had no young married friends? Linnett wondered what other habits she didn’t know about amongst married couples. But then, did it matter what everyone else did? Shouldn’t she only care about her own marriage?
Linnett was still thinking about this when she made her way downstairs. Sarah placed two steaming cups of coffee on the table when Linnett arrived and then placed a cushion on one of the chairs. She gave Linnett a grin and gestured for Linnett to sit, which she did, still wincing but grateful for the soft cushion.
“Now Linnett, I want you to know that I bear no grudges for what happened to Peter when he followed you out into the wilderness. He has told us you didn’t know that he had followed you, but I would like to know what happened and why you ran away as you did.”
Linnett thought for a moment. “I honestly do not know where to begin, Sarah!”
“Well, I know nothing about you and John before Hans and Peter found you ship wrecked on the Ogunquit sands. Why don’t you tell me how you came to be aboard that ship and bound for Boston?”
Linnett nodded thoughtfully. “Well, actually it all started with my marriage to John. My father is Sir Thomas Wainwright, and our family home is Lavenstock Hall in Devonshire in England. My mother, Arabella, died when I was small, and so I suppose I was a little indulged by my father and used to having things mostly my own way.”
Here Sarah had to hide a smile, for she privately thought Linnett the most spoiled young woman she had ever met.
“My father became very ill last year but recovered, thankfully, and I think he was worried about what would happen to me if and when he died,” Linnett explained. “The estate you see is entailed to a male heir and so it would go to my cousin Edwin on my father’s death. He arranged the match with John without discussing it with me.
“I had already found a man to suit me as a husband. His name is Charles. We had grown up together, and we shared the same circle of friends. We would have suited, I think, but my father and John were determined to force the issue of our marriage, I suspect, to secure their business link.”
Sarah interrupted, “It is obvious to me that John loves you, Linnett! What is this business that John and your father are involved in?”
“They export goods to the Colonies and ship furs and hardwood back to England to be made into furniture.....but, Sarah, you said that John loves me..........you think that he truly does?”
Sarah nodded and reached over the table, taking Linnett’s hand in her own and giving it a squeeze. “I know he does, Linnett! He was distraught when he discovered you were gone. His anger towards you was partially because he feared for your safety and partially his fury at your silly disobedience.”
Linnett nodded and sighed, “I seem to have a knack for making the wrong decisions.”
“Well now, Linnett, we all take time to adjust to a new way of things and you have made an enormous change to your life, so try not to be so hard on yourself. I always think that one of the good things about a........a.....um.....trip over your husband’s knee is the clearing of the air and the fresh start it affords us.”
Linnett nodded slowly and said, “Mm, I hadn’t thought of it quite like that before. Thank you, Sarah.”
There was a comfortable silence as each woman drank her coffee and reflected on the relationship each had with her own husband and the uncomfortable circumstances that arguments with their men sometimes led them to...and the private delightful side effect of the spankings they occasionally received!
Linnett came out of her reverie first and said, “Now, where was I?”
“I think you were about to tell me how you came to be on the ship?” Sarah prompted.
Linnett sipped her coffee and nodded. “Yes, we were married at Lavenstock and then I had thought to remain with my father while John travelled here. However, when we arrived at the ship, The Tempest, a wedding present to us from my father, it was clear that I was to travel with John to the Colonies. I was devastated by this because I had thought to remain at my home with my dear father and continue my life just as before my marriage.
“I was very angry with John and did some silly things to annoy him, which proved..........um....... uncomfortable for me, so in the end I desisted and....”
Linnett looked up in surprise when a gurgle of laughter burst forth from Sarah, who was chortling with merriment. “Oh Linnett, do tell.....what ‘silly things’ made you... ‘Uncomfortable’!” Sarah begun giggling again and Linnett joined in with her infectious laughter.
“Well, first of all, I threw a jug of water over him and pushed him to the floor and later, I cut all the sleeves off every shirt he owned.....”
“No! You didn’t! Linnett Foster! No wonder you were, what was it you said? .......Uncomfortable?......I have to say, I am feeling such a lot of sympathy for John at this moment.”
Linnett cocked her head with a sheepish grin. “I wouldn’t if I were you! John had his revenge, believe me!”
“Yes, I know you were ........uncomfortable!”
“I was, too, very uncomfortable for a number of days!”
Both girls started to howl with mirth and Sarah had to mop her eyes she was laughing so much. For Linnett, the laughter was the emotional release that she needed and she laughed and cried all at once. Finally, they calmed down and Linnett continued with her tale.
“After a while I became used to John and I enjoyed being married. The ship was so interesting and the Captain and his officers were lovely. There was one particular man, Duncan, the First Officer, who became our friend.”
Linnett stopped and Sarah saw that she was shaking. She reached out and squeezed Linnett’s hand. “You don’t have to carry on if this is too painful to tell,” she told her softly.
Linnett nodded and gulped before continuing. “Well anyway he was in charge of the cabin boy, Pat, but then it turned out that Pat was Patsy! A girl and nobody knew this, until one day I was on deck playing ball with him, or rather her, and a huge wave knocked him, her, overboard. When I undressed the youngster I discovered that ‘he’ was a ‘she’ all along. I befriended Patsy and gave her clothes and cared for her. I only tell you this so that you will understand how I felt when she betrayed us all.”
Sarah sobered, nodded but did not interrupt; she could see from how pale Linnett had become how difficult this was for her to recall.
“Unbeknown to us all, there was a Frenchman aboard ‘The Tempest’, a pirate named Henri Jacques. He has been a plague to all honest cargo ships travelling between our two countries, stealing cargo and ships.
“I believe he seduced Patsy and she helped him to take our ship; she betrayed all her former friends, the whole crew. We were boarded by the pirate ship one Sunday and they put the Captain and his officers to death... single every.......one.” Linnett was unaware that she was now whispering.
“And your friend Duncan?” Sarah asked quietly, reaching out a hand and p
lacing it over Linnett’s.
“He died in the battle. He had a young wife and two small girls. Oh God, I must write to them, they won’t even know what has happened yet!”
“How did you and John end up in a small boat adrift on the ocean?” Sarah asked.
“Patsy begged her lover to save us and this was his magnanimous solution! Throw us into a small boat and cast us adrift!
“The rest you know. We were washed up on the sands and Hans and young Peter found us near drowned. I really do not know how we can ever repay your kindness to us, Sarah!”
Sarah waved away Linnett’s thanks but Linnett continued rapidly, “I regret so much running off and putting Peter in danger, I am just so sorry please can you ever forgive me!”
“Of course I forgive you, but why did you run away? I still don’t understand.”
“I thought that John had set out to Boston without me and I was trying to follow him, to catch him up. I had no idea that your son would follow me, honestly, truly I did not!”
“It is alright, Linnett. Your husband has punished you, and there is no more to be said on the matter. Hans and I forgive you, so can we now leave the subject of Peter behind us?”
“Yes alright, thank you, Sarah, I feel so much better! In the evening I came across a camp and I thought it was John’s so I wrapped myself into a blanket and waited for his return but instead of John, two men, trappers, arrived. One of the men, Will, despite his coarseness, was kind and not unreasonable towards me, but he was attacked by a huge beast, a bear I think, and possibly killed.
“I fainted so I didn’t see. His friend, a scurvy fellow, named Ned, chased me and tried to...well force himself on to me.” Here Linnett paused, somewhat overcome with emotion.
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