Philip's Rules (Bridal Discipline Book 1)

by Golden Angel

Unlike the tawse, Philip kept the birch in a chest with several other implements and useful products. Going over to the chest, feeling his wife's anxious eyes on him, he picked up the birch rod and a small box and brought them back to the desk, setting them down. Her eyes were huge as she stared at the rod like it was a snake. The rod was actually quite lightweight, but for someone who had never been birched before, it would certainly be severe enough.

  In some ways, it would be a harsher punishment than Gabrielle had received, but Philip considered it fitting as, so far, Gabrielle was not a repeat offender. He wanted this lesson to truly stick with Cordelia, as she'd seemed sincerely remorseful the last time, but that hadn't stopped her from keeping Gabrielle's secrets from him. While she wasn't complicit in Gabrielle's actions, she was certainly responsible for her own inaction. Perhaps the last time he'd been too easy on her, believing her own remorse and distress to be a sufficient motivator. He'd already seen quite a few positive changes in his wife since he'd begun disciplining, not the least of which was her actually having the gumption to argue with him about treating her as his partner when it came to Gabrielle, and so he felt that this was the best course to take.

  "Bend over, sweetheart. I want your skirts around your hips and your legs spread. Point your toes inward."

  The position would make it harder for her to clench her buttocks, and he intended to assist even further with that, as well as give her a little taste of what was going to follow her birching. Watching her submit to his orders, putting herself in exactly the position he'd ordered, made his cock start to swell. Despite the fact that he was disappointed in her, he could still understand her motivations. It wouldn't make him go easier on her, but it certainly made him feel better about their relationship.

  Opening up the box he'd brought over to the desk, he picked up a hard, little rubber stopper. It was shaped very like the dilators beside it in the box. The dilators had been advertised for constipation; Spencer had informed him they’d be much more useful in another manner. Unlike the dilators, which were shaped like bullets, this stopper widened into a bulb, beneath which there was groove cut into it followed by a flat end, which served a very important purpose.

  Picking up the bottle of oil that was also in the box, Philip put some on his finger.

  "What are you doing?" his wife asked in a tremulous voice. He turned to see her, propped up on her elbows, watching with anxiously curious eyes.

  "Do you remember what we talked about the last time I punished you?" he asked calmly, finishing coating his finger. He moved behind her, watching as her bottom tightened and then relaxed, the cheeks quivering, while between them her little, brown star winked at him. Between her legs, her pussy lips were swollen and wet, glossy with cream. Despite her obvious fear of the birch, she was aroused. "I told you that I would punish your bottom, inside and out."

  Pressing his finger against the rosebud of her anus, he enjoyed her little squeal as the digit probed her virgin channel. An orifice that would no longer be virginal after this evening.

  "Philip!"

  He twisted his finger, stretching the tight ring of muscle as it spasmed, trying to grip the invader, but having no luck due to the lubrication. Cordelia gasped, her body shuddering as he moved his finger back and forth and then she moaned with a kind of despair as he added a second one. Her head down, pressed against the chair seat, she still stayed in position, not fighting or trying to move away despite her obvious mortification. Philip was sure that a large part of her embarrassment came from the fact that she enjoyed the perverse invasion.

  Pulling his fingers free, he picked up the plug, quickly oiling it and then pressing the tip against the shiny, oiled ring of her bottom hole.

  "What is that?"

  "This is a stopper," he said. "It's going to help keep you from clenching while you're being birched." Her little hole, unused to being stretched, would feel quite sore every time it clenched around the hard rubber. The groove would keep her body from pushing it out and the full sensation and burning as her muscles stretched would add to her discomfort.

  "Ow... ow..." She squirmed as he slowly pushed the stopper in. It was about the same girth as his two fingers put together, but the unforgiving rubber would make it feel even less comfortable.

  "Now, you're ready to begin."

  Cordelia whimpered.

  ******

  The fullness of her bottom felt so wrong... so strange... she couldn't help but clench her muscles around the stopper even though it burned. The new sensations had her reeling - even worse, it didn't dim her arousal at all. Some part of her loved being bent over and helpless in front of her husband, some part of her even loved feeling his finger invading her most intimate area. Even the burning as she was stretched felt good in a strange kind of way. She felt more filled, more full of him, than she ever had before, even though it was a stopper in her bottom now and not his fingers. It was as if the stopper was an extension of him, holding her in place and reminding her of his dominance over her.

  "Hold very still, and don't move your hands to cover yourself," Philip said sternly. "I will tie you down if I need to. The birch would be very painful on your hands, much more so than your bottom."

  "I understand," she said, digging her fingers into the leather seat in anticipation. At least it wasn't the same chair Gabrielle had used; the seat there was probably still wet from her tears. Cordelia got a fresh seat to christen. At least if she wasn't going to be over Philip's lap, he had been careful to keep their punishments entirely separate and to treat hers very differently from Gabrielle's.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  She gasped in surprise as Philip's hand landed on her bottom, completely unexpectedly. The initial slaps weren't as hard as the last time he'd punished her, although they did sting. He spanked her firmly but not harshly all over her upturned bottom, bringing the blood to the surface and turning her cheeks to a rosy hue. Cordelia squirmed and whimpered as he heated her bottom, warming her up for the real punishment.

  After a few minutes of steady spanking, enough to make her hot and uncomfortable but not enough to truly pain her, Philip stopped. Immediately Cordelia tensed, knowing the birching must be coming next.

  "Relax," Philip ordered, putting his hand on her warm bottom. "No clenching. You'll receive a count of ten with the birch. If we ever have to revisit this issue, it will be thirty."

  That was quite a leap, Cordelia thought ruefully. She didn't even realize her body had relaxed as her mind had turned over that information until a stinging lance of pain sliced through her.

  Shrieking, she bucked, her legs kicking up. The birch had come down across the center of her bottom, nettling the tender skin. It hadn't cut her, but it almost felt as though it had. Her bottom tightened around the stopper, the muscle burning, so that it felt like she was on fire inside and out, just as her husband had promised.

  "Back into position, Cordelia." Philip's voice was sternly implacable, cutting through her surprised sob. Even with the tears already beginning to overflow from her eyes, she immediately did as she was told, automatically following his order.

  Now that she knew what to expect, the next swish and snap of the birch was both easier and harder. The sharp bite wasn't as shocking to her system, but at the same time she now knew exactly how much the rod was going to hurt.

  "That's two."

  SWISH! SNAP!

  "That's three."

  Cordelia lurched forward and then back at each slice of the birch across her blazing bottom, her inner muscles spasming around the stopper and igniting an entirely different kind of fire. The tears ran unchecked down her cheeks. She really was never going to hide anything from Philip again; not that she'd really meant to this time, but no matter what or how innocent it seemed, she wouldn't accede to Gabrielle's wishes for keeping anything from Philip from now on. It had been the worst kind of foolishness and selfishness, and now she was paying the price.

  She was unused to having a husband who listened to her, but by now
she knew Philip was different. By now she knew she could trust him in a way she'd never trusted the Baron, that he would take her seriously and he wouldn't dismiss her. She knew she'd been so intent on keeping their lives insulated in the happy, little bubble they'd been living in that she'd ignored anything which would have popped it. That had allowed Gabrielle's plans to fester and could have had much more dire consequences if they hadn't been monumentally lucky this evening.

  The birch felt like it was flaying her, even though she could feel how measured Philip's strokes were. The tiny branches of the rod were brutal against her skin, stinging her like a thousand bees all at once, leaving behind skin that felt raw and exposed. As he counted off the strokes, she just wanted him to go faster, to get it over with, because she knew there was no hope of him stopping before the ten he'd promised her.

  SWISH! SNAP!

  "Nine."

  Her bottom couldn't take anymore. Thirty with the birch would kill her. Ten was almost more than she could bear.

  SWISH! SNAP!

  "Ten."

  Cordelia let out a loud sob, her watery muscles collapsing. She hadn't even realized how tense her arms had become before she let them go. All of her focus was on her poor bottom, which felt like a swollen mass of welts.

  "Good girl," Philip said, his voice gentle as he rubbed his hand in circles over her lower back, pushing her skirts up higher. "Let it out."

  Something brushed against her pussy lips, and her bottom tightened around the stopper, making her sore hole ache. As usual, she was wet despite her punishment, and as Philip's fingers stroked her swollen lips, she only got wetter. It didn't matter that her bottom was on fire or that her bottom hole was stretched and burning; her body had responded in its usual inexplicable fashion.

  Her husband chuckled. "My sweet, perfect wife."

  The fingers withdrew, and then Cordelia felt a tugging on the stopper in her bottom. She tensed and then relaxed, groaning as her bottom hole stretched, allowing the stopper to slide back out of her. It left her feeling strangely empty.

  Not that Philip let her stay that way for long.

  Chapter 14

  The dilator Philip picked up wasn't the smallest. The smallest was about the same size as the stopper he'd just pulled from Cordelia's winking arsehole; he chose the one the next size up. Oiling it, he pressed the narrow tip to her bottom and pushed.

  "Ow... Philip..."

  That red-striped bottom wagged, squirming, as he began to work the dilator back and forth, pushing it a little deeper each time, opening her up a little farther.

  "Just relax, sweetheart, it will make it easier for you."

  She gasped as he twisted the hard rubber bullet, screwing it deeper into her body. The dark black looked particularly stark against the red streaks on her pink cheeks. The birching had left her bottom slightly swollen, with plenty of slightly raised welts, and a dark pink hue between the red lines where the birch had actually struck her. She would be feeling the effects of tonight's discipline for days to come, but he hadn't completely finished with it yet.

  Philip's cock was hard as a rock as he watched the dilator moving between her pink cheeks, the open flower of her pussy creaming below. While he was birching her, his erection had deflated, but it had come roaring back to life once the actual corporal correction was over and he'd touched his fingers to her pussy and come away wet.

  The next dilator in the set was a little larger and required more effort on his part, as well as more groans and pleas from Cordelia, but she didn't actually attempt to move away as he pushed the thick rubber into her bottom hole. She squirmed, she wriggled, she begged, but she didn't attempt to stand or to slide off of the chair arm. Instead, her bottom remained in the air, offering up the virgin hole to his depraved attentions, and Philip knew once he buried himself inside of her, he wasn't going to last long.

  Ignoring the largest dilator, which was even thicker in girth than his own cock, once Philip felt she'd adjusted enough to the second largest, he pulled it free from her grasping bottom and oiled up his rod.

  "Philip..." Her voice trembled as she felt the head of his cock touching her slightly gaping opening.

  "You're doing very well, sweetheart. Just relax and let me in... your punishment is almost over."

  The tight ring of muscle gave way to steady pressure, and he groaned as the head of his cock was engulfed in incredible heat. She was so very tight, her muscles squeezing down on him as he went deeper. With his hands on her hips, he held her in place on the chair as he finally claimed his wife's last hole.

  "It hurts," she said, whimpering as he slid home, his body pressing up against her battered buttocks. The ring of her entrance was a stark white in a sea of red and pinks, stretched to its limit around the girth of his cock.

  "I know, sweetheart," he said soothingly, his fingers massaging her hips. Her bottom squeezed and rippled, adjusting and massaging his cock. It was an enormous effort of will to give her the time to adjust and not just begin thrusting immediately. "It will hurt less soon. I want you to take this for me."

  ******

  Cordelia pressed her burning face against the leather seat, still wet from her tears. Those were no longer falling, but she felt completely out of breath. Philip was so huge inside of her! She'd thought the stopper had made her feel full, but that was nothing compared to this. It was like there was no room left in her body for her to draw breath, now that he'd inserted the entire length of his cock inside her bottom hole.

  The burning pain of being stretched so wide and so deep was slowly dissipating, but she couldn't dismiss the discomfort entirely, especially with Philip's skin and wiry hair rubbing against the sensitive surface of her buttocks. Her husband had spoken truly when he'd said she'd be punished inside and out.

  "Ow!" She cried out as he began to pull out.

  It felt like his wide cock was dragging her insides along with it, but of course that was just an illusion. Her insides were so very sensitive, so very raw, that she felt every inch of him as he moved.

  Heat. Flames. A slick mix of pleasure and pain that made her teeth ache.

  His fingers dug in as he thrust forward, pulling her back against him, and she cried out again as his body smacked against her tortured bottom.

  It was euphoric pain and agonizing bliss, being so full, so scalded. Cordelia didn't even know how to describe the sensations that were swamping her, running across her skin, under her skin, and turning her inside out. Every thrust was a blazing rod deep into her body, and yet she could feel her arousal climbing higher with every stroke as well. Her empty pussy was clenching hungrily, arousal coating her upper thighs as Philip rutted, taking her in this disgracefully wicked manner.

  His thrusts became harder, rougher, taking her breath away. There was no more sharp pain; it was just a throbbing, aching, burning sensation and she couldn't tell if it was ecstasy or anguish that engulfed her.

  When he suddenly stiffened, warmth jetted into her body, she cried out... in disappointment. She had been very close to climax herself, but Philip had reached the pinnacle before her, for the very first time. Cordelia moaned, her body on fire, needy for completion, and her hips bucked as he filled her bottom with his seed. It wasn't enough.

  As Philip withdrew, she wriggled, trying to press her hand down between the arm of the chair and her body, to touch her pleasure button, sure that she just needed the tiniest bit of stimulation to finish herself off... but Philip tugged her upright, his hands grasping her wrists and pulling them together in front of her.

  "Philip, please," she begged, her eyes glazed with aroused need. Her thighs pressed together in a futile motion, trying to get the pressure she needed.

  "No, sweetheart, this is part of your punishment. No pleasure for you, for tonight."

  Cordelia moaned, but something inside of her tightened, that perverse part of her that had found such enjoyment in her punishment, in his invasion of the wrong part of her body, also enjoyed his masterful declaration. Enjoyed that
he was taking control of her in such a manner.

  She struggled against the needs of her body, leaning against him. Her bottom hole ached, her buttocks were scorched, and her insides were on fire with a need that would go unquenched for tonight.

  And yet she'd never felt happier than when Philip wrapped his arms around her, gently kissing her hair and holding her against him while she shuddered and cried.

  The next morning, when Philip flipped her onto her back and settled himself between her thighs, despite the fire that reignited in her sore bottom, it took Cordelia less than a minute before she was screaming out her ecstasy.

  ******

  The Dunbury household was not at-home the day after Gabrielle and Cordelia's punishments and neither did either lady go out. Philip did leave to meet Felix at his club, but both Cordelia and Gabrielle were content to stay in. In fact, Gabrielle stayed in her room the entire day, other than venturing out to break her fast and for a quick luncheon.

  Despite being not at-home to visitors, Marjorie came to visit anyway. She'd actually arrived at the ball after the contretemps with Gabrielle, and so Cordelia had missed seeing her entirely. Despite the lingering tenderness in her buttocks, Cordelia couldn't miss the opportunity to see her friend.

  Wincing as she sat down on the couch, she blushed a bright pink as Marjorie raised an inquiring eyebrow.

  "Dare I ask?"

  "Ask about what?" Cordelia replied primly, even though her cheeks were still bright with embarrassment. She resisted the urge to squirm, already knowing there wasn't a comfortable sitting position to be had.

  Marjorie laughed. "Oh, Cordy, I know what a spanking looks like the next day. Intimately."

  Cordelia gaped as Marjorie's chestnut eyes twinkled merrily at her. Never a raving beauty or a Diamond of the First Water with her dirty blonde hair and curves that were just a touch rounder than was fashionable, Marjorie had always been the epitome of elegance instead. She tended to lead fashions rather than follow, every movement she made was filled with an innate grace, and she was always incredibly poised and refined in her manners. That she was spanked by her husband...