Gabrielle's Discipline (Bridal Discipline Book 3)

by Angel, Golden

  No screaming. No throwing objects. No cursing or insults.

  Maybe he shouldn't have been so insistent that she be a lady.

  Sighing, Felix gave the barricade between himself and his wife one last forlorn look before crawling into his empty bed. Empty beds had never bothered him before, but he'd become used to having Gabrielle in his arms every night. Now the emptiness seemed vast and lonelier than ever.

  ******

  "Good morning!" Felix blurted the greeting out, practically tripping over himself when Gabrielle suddenly emerged from her room. He'd been pacing in front of her door again, after the most unrestful night he'd ever had.

  "Good morning." She barely glanced at him, cutting off the ends of the words so that they sounded clipped and barely civil, turning away and walking down the hallway.

  "I'm sorry, Gabrielle," he said, quickly catching up to her with his longer stride. She looked beautiful, in a cornflower blue day gown. It was more modest than the dresses she'd been wearing since he'd awoken her passions. Not even the slightest hint of cleavage, and it was looser on her frame, rather than clinging to the curves that he adored so much. Her hair had been braided and pinned up, not a single strand escaping the coiffure, and her eyes had a slight tinge of pink around them, and he felt a stab of guilt at the evidence of her tears.

  Certainly not crocodile tears.

  "What could you possibly be sorry for?" she asked coolly, her gaze focused ahead. "After all, I'm only your wife. I shall go where you direct."

  "That's not what I want," he said, catching her hand and tugging her to a stop. The green eyes that met his were dull, without any of the fire that he'd become so used to seeing. "I should have told you... I'm not used to having to account to anyone else, and I truly didn't want to think about the end of our honeymoon."

  She blinked at him, her expression unchanged.

  "Gabrielle," he murmured, putting his hand to her cheek and starting to lean down for a kiss. She whirled away, her steps moving much faster this time. Felix sighed as he followed, a little bit slower this time. Not because he didn't want to be by her side, but because he needed a moment to think - to plan. Apparently, forgiveness was not going to be easily won.

  ******

  Her husband might be an inconsiderate, unthinking, self-centered nodcock, but when he wanted to apologize, he certainly did so with a serious determination that rivaled his focus when in the midst of passion.

  It was hard to hold onto self-righteous anger when he was practically oozing with sincerity, his expression laden with guilt and self-recrimination. Last night she'd convinced herself that he didn't care. Today, she was having trouble holding onto that conviction. Everything he said, everything he did showed that he cared.

  Despite her chilly demeanor, he persevered in apologizing to her yet again, explaining that he had been thinking of only himself for so long that it was a habit, and one he was determined to break, for her. It wasn’t the excuse that made her pause, it was his admission that his actions had been wrong and that he was going to do differently in the future. Of course, neither of them could know that was true until such circumstances arose, but as apologies went, the promise that he would do better in the future certainly had an effect. He also apologized for hurting her feelings, again, and recognized that this was the second time he’d done so over something similar.

  Which melted her heart just a little.

  It was as if he somehow knew all of her thoughts, all of her doubts, recognized them as legitimate, and wanted to fix it. It was both affirming and frustrating – frustrating, because she wanted to stay mad at him a little longer and he was making it so difficult! So Gabrielle tossed her head, letting him speak as he followed her down the hallway, but not making any reply.

  When they reached the dining room, she ground to a halt in the doorway. The table was awash in pink flowers. They weren’t all the same variety, although she was quite certain they were all from the garden, but they were all beautifully, gloriously pink. He’d remembered. And gone to the trouble to gather them all.

  “Oh…” She exhaled the word softly, almost like a sigh, as she took in the sight.

  Warmth against her back let her know that her husband was pressing close behind her, and she hastily stepped forward. Her heart wanted to let him back in, to drop the walls she’d shored up overnight, but her brain was more cautious. On top of that, the more cynical side of her personality kept thinking about Cynthia’s advice to make him chase her. After all, the longer she made him suffer, the more the lesson would sink in, wouldn’t it?

  ******

  Having Gabrielle in his bed should count as a victory, but it didn't feel like one.

  A single lit candle made a soft glow on her sleeping face. He'd told her that he'd wanted to read before falling asleep, once she'd made it clear that they wouldn't be engaging in any more interesting activities that evening. Really, he'd just wanted the time to think.

  After dancing attendance on her all day, he'd started to feel a great deal of misgiving as the hours wore on. At times, he was sure that she'd forgiven him. Her eyes would warm, a smile would tug at her lips, and then suddenly she'd turn away and give him the cold shoulder just as he thought he'd been making progress. It had started to seem more and more like an act.

  Especially tonight, once they'd retired.

  Gabrielle had agreed to sleep in his room, at his insistence, but she'd called for her maid to help her undress in her own room, and then when she'd come into his, she'd been wearing the thickest, most covering nightgown he'd ever seen on a woman. Granted, his experience was all with women who wanted him to take their garment off, but he still hadn't realized such puritanical nightgowns existed. It went from collar to wrist to ankle and he could barely even discern his wife's lovely form through the voluminous folds.

  Not that he'd had much time to try; she'd practically sprinted for the bed, pulling up the covers and rolling with her back facing him.

  Once she'd fallen asleep, she'd turned back towards him, her hand reaching out to land on his thigh while he sat beside her. Which allowed him to study her face, softly beautiful in her slumber. She looked much sweeter and more approachable now. It was hard not to reach out and touch her, but he didn't want her to wake and turn away from him again.

  Why hadn't she forgiven him?

  Not that he necessarily expected quick forgiveness, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't actually angry at him. She was just acting as though she was.

  Was that it? Was she just acting?

  Felix's frown deepened.

  He'd had mistresses in his past, and more than one of them had played that subtle game, but he wouldn't have expected it from Gabrielle. One of them, incensed when she'd felt he was neglecting her, had gone so far as to give him the cut direct at an event. She'd wanted him to chase her, begging for forgiveness. Instead, Felix had bowed out and sent her conge the very next day.

  Obviously, he wouldn't be doing the same with his wife.

  But if that was the game she was playing, he doubted that she would appreciate the outcome any more than his mistress had.

  Chapter 12

  Fingers trailed down her legs, pulling her skirts up as her nipples puckered.

  "Felix!" Gabrielle giggled, squirming on his lap, as he bared her bottom. Those questing fingers pressed against her - no, wait, they were rubbing over her cheeks.

  "Gabrielle..." he murmured, much more quietly than she would have expected. "Gabrielle..."

  "Aren't you going to do it?" she asked, teasing, as she looked over her shoulder at him. He was gloriously naked, his eyes filled with wicked promise.

  A sharp smack against her bottom - and the world tilted. Shifted. Gabrielle blinked except... no, her eyes were closed... she was dreaming? She was dreaming. But it felt so real!

  Clawing her way to consciousness, Gabrielle felt all the blood rush to her head as she realized that the reason her dream felt so real was that part of it was! She was over h
er husband’s broad thighs, her bottom high in the air, his hand rubbing the spot he'd just whacked. The biggest difference was that he hadn't just lifted her skirts up - she was completely naked!

  "Felix?" she blinked, turning to look over her shoulder at him, just as she had in her dream. Just like her dream, he was completely unclothed. Unlike her dream, he didn't smile at her roguishly; instead he looked rather stern.

  "Gabrielle," he said, his expression unsmiling, his hands firm on her lower back and bottom, holding her in place.

  She felt muzzy and confused, sleep still fogging her brain. And she didn't understand what was happening.

  "Gabrielle," Felix repeated. "Have you forgiven me?"

  Blinking, Gabrielle shook her head, trying to clear it of the fog and remember what he was talking about. Oh, yes, forgetting to tell her about their return to London next week. The thought sent a little stab of displeasure through her, but not the hurt and anger that she'd felt yesterday.

  "Well, yes..." Her voice trailed off and her cheeks turned pink. Averting her eyes - her neck was getting a crick in it anyway from the awkward angle - Gabrielle coughed to give herself a moment.

  "Exactly when did you forgive me, Gabrielle?" Felix's voice was low, unyielding, and Gabrielle squirmed as she finally remembered her plan from yesterday had not included letting him off the hook so easily.

  "Umm...."

  SMACK!

  "Ow!" Gabrielle shrieked at the unexpected swat to her bottom, right in the center of her left cheek. It stung and burned, yet sadly did very little to help clear the cobwebs from her thoughts. In fact, it made it harder for her to think clearly. What she did know was answering would make him stop and then maybe they could talk. "Yesterday! I forgave you yesterday!"

  He sighed, his grip on her wriggling body as firm as ever. "Then why didn't you say so yesterday?"

  Gabrielle clamped her lips together as her brain fired off a warning signal. Even in her hazy state of barely wakened confusion, she knew confessing she had been enjoying watching him chasing after her was not a good idea.

  Apparently her husband hadn't been expecting an answer anyway, however, as he continued without pause.

  "Do you know what I think? I think you didn't want me to know you had forgiven me. I think you were playing a game, seeing how far you could push me and what I would do."

  SMACK!

  She squeaked as his hand came down on her right cheek, giving her a matching painful patch in the center.

  "I think you would have continued that game today. In fact, I think you would have kept me swinging, pretending that you hadn't forgiven me, for quite a few days."

  Slumping over his legs, Gabrielle did feel a spurt of guilt as she heard the hurt in his voice. Yes, that was exactly what she'd planned on doing.

  "Have I gotten anything wrong so far?" he asked. Gabrielle shook her head, finding it too hard to open her mouth to answer him.

  With another sigh, his hand left her bottom. She almost looked back over her shoulder to see why when, a moment later, something nudged at her anus. It pushed it, narrower than his finger at the tip but getting wider.

  "Ow! What-?"

  "Hold still, sweetheart, and try and relax," he said, his voice calm and almost soothing. "It's almost all the way in."

  "What is?!" Panic was starting to build. She had no idea what he was inserting into that private area - certainly not his finger, which was the only thing that had ever touched it before, and only when she was so overcome with passion that she hadn't minded the intrusion.

  This was completely different - frightening because it was unknown, and more painful because it was the only thing she could focus on. Her tiny hole burned as it stretched, feeling like it was going to tear at any moment... and then suddenly, whatever it was completed its journey and she felt it settle into place. There was still some part of it holding her slightly open, but the largest part was now snugly inside of her, still stretching her with a tingling burn that had her squirming uncomfortably. Another part of it pressed against the outside of her rosebud, which Felix twisted, making both the strangeness of the sensation and the burning increase.

  "Ow, ow!" She squirmed harder, her little hole clenching, which made her gasp as tears sprang in her eyes. The burning was getting worse, not better!

  "Because you told me the truth now, I'm not going to spank you very hard, but this little piece of ginger is going to help teach you a lesson," Felix said. Gabrielle's head whirled. Ginger! He'd put ginger in her bottom?! It was perverse! It was painful! And yet it was also making her pussy tingle excitedly, which made her want to groan in humiliation and resigned frustration.

  SMACK!

  Gabrielle clenched and then shrieked as the burning, inside and out, increased.

  "I am happy to apologize and to do whatever I need to do to make things up to you when I've done something wrong, but withholding forgiveness to punish me is not acceptable."

  SMACK! SMACK!

  This time she tried not to clench, but it was almost involuntary. The tingling burn felt like it was fizzing inside of her. It hurt, but it didn't stop the growing ache between her legs; in fact, the burning almost encouraged it. Gabrielle whimpered, her bottom wriggling and clenching as Felix kept spanking her, making her burn inside and out.

  ******

  The sight of Gabrielle's quivering bottom with the little knob of ginger between her pink cheeks had Felix hard as a rock. He'd already been aroused by the little noises she'd made as he'd pulled her over his lap, when she was still asleep. Having her sleepy and soft, obviously muzzy while he questioned her might not have been fair, but it had gotten the truth out of her pretty quickly.

  She didn't argue with his assessment or protest against the spanking, or even try to escape the burn of the ginger.

  Since he was still feeling a bit guilty over his high-handed ways, he'd known he wouldn't be able to give Gabrielle the spanking she truly deserved, which was why he'd decided to use the ginger finger. It added an extra element to the punishment, despite the lightness of her spanking.

  A delightful element for him, watching her squirm on his lap, her bottom cheeks bouncing under his hand, squeezing around the finger of ginger and then releasing again. The peeled finger was only about two inches long and a bit thicker than his finger just before the notch that he'd carved to keep her from being able to push it back out or for it to slide all the way inside of her. Just thinking about the way it must be tingling and burning inside of her, igniting those sensitive tissues, had his cock leaking pearly fluid in anticipation.

  He didn't miss her response either. Not only was she completely compliant, but her pussy was swollen and pink, glossy with her arousal, despite her cries and whimpers.

  "Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?" he asked.

  No answer.

  SMACK! SMACK!

  "Yes! I mean, no!" Gabrielle sniffled. "Maybe a little."

  Since she wasn't looking at him, he didn't have to hide the amusement at her honesty from his face.

  "The next time I apologize, will you tell me right away when you've forgiven me?"

  SMACK! SMACK!

  "Yes!" she squealed, her body bucking. "I promise!"

  Good enough for him. Although her spanking hadn't been all that severe, Felix didn't truly have the heart to really punish her. He was inclined to go light on her, since he'd contributed to the issue... which was why he'd sent the maid for the ginger before Gabrielle had woken up. At the time, he hadn't been sure whether or not it would be necessary - after all, if she was still mad at him, he wouldn't have used it - but he was glad he'd been prepared. It was having a most salutary effect on his wife.

  Flipping her onto her back, he ignored her shriek of protest as her bottom bounced, probably making her clench around the fiery finger in her rear entry. Her nipples were hard little points on her chest and her cunt was so soaked with honey that he could smell it.

  "Felix!"

  Sliding his arms under her legs, so
that her knees easily fit into the crook of his elbows, he leaned forward, bending her practically in half as he lined up his cock with her needy pussy.

  "Oh!"

  Pink lips formed a perfect 'o' as her green eyes widened in shock, her body opening for him. He drove into her in one stroke, grunting with the pleasure of her tight wetness squeezing the hell out of his cock. The sudden stretching made her writhe underneath him - as much as she could in such a pinned position. She whimpered again as his weight pressed her sensitized buttocks into the mattress, her body clenching around him and the ginger.

  Then he began to move.

  The expression on Gabrielle's face was fascinating, a mix of pain and pleasure, her lips parted as she said his name over and over again, as though she couldn't think of another word to say after it. Her arms came up to wind about his neck, holding onto him for dear life as he set up a bruising rhythm, fucking her down into the bed with a need that was almost ferocious. Her eyelashes fluttered, her body submissively open to him, as her voice rose in ecstasy.

  Her pussy clamped down around his cock, shocking him with the suddenness and intensity of her climax, especially considering his rough treatment and the burning finger of ginger still lodged in her arse. Felix groaned, holding her tighter, fucking her harder as she arched beneath him and screamed in ragged ecstasy.

  Rapture was practically wrenched from him as his orgasm came as fast and hard as hers had. He jetted his seed into her body, his hips still moving, rubbing himself against her as she sobbed with the overwhelming sensations he was creating. Their passion wound within them, spilling over and sliding into each other, until Felix was gasping and jerking as his body spasmed even though he had no more fluid to spill.

  He finally pulled away, completely spent, and fell on his side, resting for just a moment before taking his wife and pulling her atop him. She was a dead weight in his arms, limp and satisfied. As his fingers moved down to her bottom and find the finger of ginger, removing it from its haven, she made a few small noises, but she barely stirred. Holding her tightly against him, Felix found himself falling back asleep, relieved and happy that the storm had been so easily overcome.