Her Old-Fashioned Husband

by Laylah Roberts

  “No way, I’m not having a nap,” she said stubbornly, surprised by the young tone that had entered her voice. She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t need a nap.”

  “Yes, you do and that attitude just proves my point. You’re being a brat because you’re overtired. You’re run down, Frankie. You’re pale and you’ve lost weight. I’ve been neglecting you and that stops now. You’ll be having a nap each afternoon after lunch and just because we’re traveling today is no reason for you to miss it. Now, I’m going to make you as comfy as possible so you can be all refreshed by the time we get to the cabin.”

  “No, I’m not having a nap now or any other day.” Frankie glared at him. “I’m a grown woman, not a child.” She hated sleeping during the day and Tom damn well knew that.

  “Frankie, I suggest you do as you’re told,” Tom told her in a low voice.

  “No,” she told him, pushing the lever on her chair and the back of the seat rose up.

  Tom just stared at her, then pushing the pillow and blanket into the back seat, he did up his seatbelt and started up the car. Frankie was surprised by how easily he’d given in, but hey, she wasn’t going to question her luck.

  She stifled a yawn as he pulled into a park. The parking lot was empty.

  “Why are we stopping?” she asked. She had a bad feeling.

  “We’re stopping because someone needs a reminder about obedience and I didn’t think the diner car park was the right place to spank you.”

  Her jaw dropped. Wow, he had never been this strict before. “No, you cannot be serious.”

  Ignoring her, Tom got out of the car, moving around to her side. Frankie watched him with an impending sense of doom. Everything seemed to slow down. Her door opened, he reached down and undid her belt, pulling her up. She didn’t even fight him as he pulled her around to the backseat. Opening the door, he sat in and pulled her across his lap.

  Pushing him to see how far he would take this had not been a good idea.

  Shit.

  “Someone might see,” she cried.

  “Well, you should have thought of that before behaving like a brat,” he told her calmly, lifting her skirt up to show her G-string.

  “Well, these make it easy to punish little bottoms.”

  Slam!

  His hand landed with punishing force, immediately her skin stung, making her gasp. Frankie bit her lip, determined not to cry out. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself.

  Smack!

  Her other cheek was treated to the same stinging slap, his hand broad and heavy.

  “When I tell you to do something, sweetheart, I expect you to do so.”

  Slap!

  Damn it, she wished he would hurry up. But he seemed determined to take his time, scolding her between each searing spank.

  “I know you’re tired.”

  Smack!

  She whimpered slightly. He might be going slowly, but his spanks were hard and left a burning pain in their wake.

  Smack! Slap!

  Two spanks landed in the middle of her ass, nearly covering both cheeks. She kicked her feet.

  “I’m sorry,” she cried out, hoping that might be the end of it.

  “I’m sure you are.” Smack! Smack! She wiggled, wanting free but he held her tightly. Slap! Slap! “I’m sure you didn’t think you’d be getting your bottom spanked out here where anyone could see.” Smack! Smack!

  He moved his hand to her thighs. God, she hated being spanked there.

  “Please, sir, no more,” she cried out, tears now tracking down her cheeks as he spanked her thighs slowly but steadily.

  “Now you’re going to have to ride the rest of the way on a sore bottom, aren’t you?” Smack! Smack! “Yes, I bet you’re going to be a very sorry little girl.”

  Frankie sobbed. Her ass was on fire, her thighs stinging like crazy and no, it was not going to be an enjoyable car ride.

  “Open up your legs.”

  She gasped. “No, please.”

  “Open your legs. I’m going to spank the inside of your thighs.”

  “Please, Tom,” she begged.

  “The longer I have to wait, the longer I’m going to spank,” he warned.

  Frankie parted her legs with a wail. Instantly his hand came down sharply on the tender inner skin of her thighs.

  “Hold still,” he ordered as she tried to close her legs instinctively seeking to protect herself.

  “I can’t,” she wailed.

  “Yes, you can or we’re just going to wait here until you do.”

  She parted her legs again and held them still through sheer force of will as he smacked her sharply. When he was done, he turned her, tucking her against his chest as she cried. Gradually, she calmed, her bottom still stinging uncomfortably.

  “There’s a good girl. Now, how about we get you ready for a nap, okay.”

  He kissed the top of her head, before helping her off his lap to sit on the seat beside him. Frankie hissed as her bottom encountered the seat. She whimpered, the rest of the drive was going to be miserable. Tom reached down and grabbed the blanket and pillow. Exiting the back seat, he pulled her out behind him and opened her door. Pushing the back of the seat down, he helped her lie down, on her side, then drew the seat belt over her.

  Placing the pillow under her head, he arranged the soft blanket over her before pressing a kiss to her head.

  “Sleep well, honey.”

  *****

  “Yay, we’re almost there.”

  Tom smiled at the excitement in Frankie’s voice. Her nap, even though she’d resisted it, had certainly done her some good. She now had a sparkle in her eyes and some red flushing her cheeks. He’d worried he was pushing too fast, but had decided to take Heath’s advice and go with his gut. Sure, it might be a mistake, but it was what he felt they needed.

  Both of them.

  He was going to push her comfort boundaries. He wanted to show her that she could trust him no matter what. That she could give him full control and that he would take care of her. He freely admitted that having her completely dependent on him was a turn on. Oh, he wouldn’t want this permanently. He still wanted his independent, fiery Frankie. But the next two weeks were something he was looking forward to.

  Frankie bounced up and down then hissed. Obviously her bottom was still smarting. Tom hid a smile. They’d stopped to buy groceries to last them the next fortnight. That had been interesting. There had been a few small arguments about what she wanted to eat and what he thought she should eat, although she’d been quickly subdued by his threat to pull up her skirt and spank her in the cereal aisle.

  Frankie’s hand drifted down to her buckle.

  “Don’t undo that belt until we’ve stopped, young lady,” Tom warned her. She turned to look at him, obviously about to argue. He stared back at her sternly and she sighed, placing her hand back on her lap.

  “I want to go for a swim.”

  “We’ll go for a swim tomorrow,” he told her as he bought the car to a stop. She had her belt undone and was out of the car almost before he could blink.

  “Why should I wait? The lake’s just there and I want to go now.”

  “Waiting is good for you. You’ll appreciate things more if you have to wait for them.”

  “What kind of bullshit philosophy is that?” she snapped.

  Smack! Tom slapped his hand down on her bottom, grabbing her by the arm as she tried to scamper away. Smack! Smack!

  “Ow, stop, stop!” she cried.

  “No more swearing. Next time I hear a swear word pass those lips I’ll plug your bottom and make you wear it all day, understand?”

  She gazed at him with wide, dazed eyes. He almost smiled but it would have ruined the stern look he was aiming for.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  “It’s getting late and it’s too cold to go swimming now. Besides, we’ve got some unpacking to do.”

  *****

  Frankie looked around
her old bedroom. They were all unpacked and Tom was starting dinner. She’d offered to do it, but he’d sent her off to her bedroom to rest. Rest! As though she hadn’t had a two hour nap this afternoon.

  She’d been coming here since she was a child. Her dad had built this cabin when Heath was just a baby. It had been added to over the years. Now it had two bedrooms in the cabin itself and a separate sleepout filled with eight bunks. They were fairly isolated out here. The closest neighbors were about five miles away.

  Frankie peered out the window, it wasn’t even dark yet and sure, there was a chill in the air, but she could think of no reason why she couldn’t go dip her toes in the water. Well, no reason except that Tom had gone all caveman on her. She still couldn’t believe he’d spanked her in a park for God’s sake. She’d had so many happy days here growing up. She wondered if she’d ever bring her own kids here? Sadness ran through her and she covered her stomach, wondering if he’d been thinking of one day having his own little girl.

  But it could still happen. It would happen.

  They hadn’t seen the specialist yet, and now she was almost afraid to. What if there was something wrong with her? What if she could never have children?

  Consumed with worry, fear of failure, Frankie nearly gave into the tears threatening.

  I need a distraction.

  Desperately trying to shake off her feelings of melancholy, Frankie looked at the window again. This was the bedroom she always used when she came here. The boys took the sleep-out, although after their parent’s death, Heath had stayed in the cabin with her. However, she’d often snuck out the window after her bedtime to tag along after her brothers.

  They’d never told on her either.

  Although she wondered if her parents had known. One morning her mother had asked her how the campfire went. The one her brothers had started around midnight the night before.

  She grinned at the memory and quietly opened the window. The slight ache in her bottom reminded her of what she was in for if Tom caught her. But he wouldn’t. She’d be so quick he’d never know.

  Frankie climbed out of the window, landing gently on the grass below. She dashed off to the lake.

  “Frankie, dinner’s ready, honey,” Tom called out down the passage.

  No movement. No noise.

  Tom frowned, wondering if she was still sulking.

  “Come and set the table please,” he said more firmly.

  Still nothing.

  With a shake of his head, he placed their plates on the counter and wiping his hands on a towel, walked down the passage to her bedroom.

  “Little one, you better not be sulking,” he warned as he opened the door.

  To find the room empty.

  “Oh, you are so getting your bottom roasted,” he muttered to himself, knowing exactly where she was, even if the open window hadn’t clued him in. “Brat,” he growled. He should have anticipated this, though, but he was tired from the trip and hungry and he’d dropped the ball. Putting some sneakers on, he grabbed both of their coats. Wrapping up in his, he trudged off towards the lake.

  As he got closer, he came to a stop, just watching her. She was so gorgeous. She was kicking water around, getting soaked and probably freezing to death. She wouldn’t notice until someone pointed that out to her, though, then she’d start shaking. Her long, dark hair floated around her like a dark cloud, soft and shiny. He caught glimpses of her face—saw the wide grin on her face.

  Yes, coming here had the best idea for them both.

  “Frankie,” he called out softly.

  She gasped, turning swiftly, her hand against her chest. “Tom, you scared me,” she protested.

  He crooked a finger at her, making sure the look on his face was stern. “Come here, now.”

  Frankie bit her lip, looking very cute as she dropped her gaze and walked toward him. She came to a stop before him. His heart sped up.

  “What did I tell you about coming down here?”

  She chewed that lip for a moment. “That it was too cold and close to getting dark. And that if I waited I’d enjoy it more. Although I really think that sounds like complete crap.” She slammed her hands down on her hips, glaring up at him. “I’m an adult, you know, I can decide when I want to go swimming.”

  Tom raised a brow. He ran his hands over her hair. “Who’s in charge right now?” he asked.

  She sighed, blowing out a deep breath. “You are,” she said grudgingly.

  “What did I tell you would happen if you swore again?” he asked.

  “I didn’t...” she stared before trailing off. “You said you’d plug me, but I only said crap, that’s not really a swear word.”

  Bless her, he nearly smiled at that.

  “And where are you supposed to be right now?”

  “In my bedroom.” She sighed forlornly.

  “So can you guess what’s going to happen now?”

  “You’re going to spank me then plug me?” she said.

  “Oh yes,” he agreed. “Now hold your arms out so I can put your coat on.”

  Frankie held her arms straight out from her sides and Tom wrestled it on her with a soft curse that made her giggle.

  Shaking his head, he took her hand and let her up to the cabin.

  “Now go get ready for bed, once you’ve had dinner and a spanking you can go to bed.”

  “But it’s only five!” she whined.

  He turned her around, smacking her backside sharply. “No more arguing, now go.”

  Frankie must have heard the firmness in his voice because she went without a word.

  Chapter Seven

  Frankie sat in her bright yellow pajamas, pushing the food around on her plate, trying to delay the inevitable spanking she had coming. She couldn’t eat, she was far too nervous.

  “Okay, enough,” Tom said drawing her plate away.

  “No, I’m not finished.” She reached for the plate, but he rose, placing it on the bench.

  “Yes, you are,” he said calmly. “You’re playing with your food to delay your spanking and early bedtime. Now go stand in the corner of the living room, nose against the wall, hands behind your back and pants and panties around your ankles.

  She gaped at him. “You have got to be kidding. I’m not fucking two.”

  He glared at her and she bit her lip nervously. Slowly standing, he came around and held out his hand. Frankie took it with trepidation, following along as he led her out of the kitchen. But he didn’t walk into the living area, instead he continued on down the passage.

  “Uhh, Tom, what are we doing?” she asked nervously as pulled her into the bathroom.

  He pulled her over to the sink and picked up the new bar of soap they’d bought.

  “Tom?” she squeaked.

  “Open your mouth,” he ordered.

  “What? Why?” she wailed.

  “You know fully well why. I will not put up with your potty mouth, young lady. Now, while you stand in the corner you can hold this bar of soap in your mouth to remind you that I will not put up with your swearing.”

  Was he kidding? Sure, he’d given her a spank or two in the past for swearing, but never anything like this.

  “Tom, please, I promise not to swear anymore,” she near begged. She’d had her mouth soaped as a child. It was horrid.

  “Open your mouth now. I’m giving you to the count of three. One.”

  Frankie stared at the bar of soap, her lips quivering. She was not about to open her mouth for him.

  “Two. Baby, you do not want to test me on this.”

  Frankie shook her head.

  “Three.”

  He stared at her for a moment before dropping the soap. Then he deftly grabbed her, turned and placed the lid down on the toilet. He sat, pulling her across his lap.

  “No, Tom, no,” she cried as he lowered her pajama bottoms and panties and began to spank her. Hard and heavy.

  “Please, stop!”

  “When I tell you to do something, Frankie
, I expect you to do as I say. Disobedience is going to get you a sore bottom every time.”

  Each searing swat reverberated throughout her body until she felt aflame, awash with pain and heat.

  “Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do it. Please.”

  Tom continued with a flurry of spanks before he helped her stand. “Pull off your bottoms and panties, you won’t be needing them anymore.

  He stood and grabbed the soap. “Mouth open.”

  This time, Frankie obeyed without question.

  With the soap clenched between her lips, she followed Tom out to the living room where he stood her in the corner.

  “Stay there,” he ordered. “Keep that soap in your mouth until I take it out.”

  Frankie let out a muffled wail. She tried not to swallow, but it was nearly impossible, the soap was disgusting, horrid and made her feel ill after a very short time.

  “You may go take the soap out now and rinse your mouth out. I expect you back in the corner within two minutes.”

  Frankie rose and stomped out of the living room, perfectly showing off her displeasure.

  “And no talking,” he called out.

  Humming quietly, Tom moved into the kitchen, cleaning it up before grabbing a wooden spoon. He looked into the living room, seeing Frankie standing there, her red bottom on full display. Gorgeous. He moved on into the bedroom and opened up his suitcase, pulling out a butt plug and some lube. Then he joined Frankie in the living room to sit on the comfortable sofa. He placed the wooden spoon, lube and plug on the sofa beside him.

  “Tom, do I really have to stand here?” Frankie turned to look at him, her face on fire.

  “What did I tell you about standing in the corner?”

  “That I wasn’t to speak,” she said, dropping her gaze.

  “I know you’re new to this, sweetheart,” he said gently. “But those were very clear instructions. I’m adding an extra ten minutes to corner time for disobedience. If you move or speak again, it will be an extra ten smacks to your ass which is already going to regret your naughtiness.”

  With a soft sigh, she turned and placed her nose in the corner. Tom stared at her, the surge of pleasure he felt at having her like this surprising him. He’d always known he was going to be the dominant one in any partnership he had but he’d no idea he would enjoy being completely in charge of her care so much.