she cried, twisting on his lap to avoid the next swat, “how dare you call me that?”
“It’s the mildest word I can think of for a girl who acts like you,” he informed her, locking her hand to her side and continuing to spank her soundly.
“To apply that word to me is quite unfair,” she interrupted him haughtily.
“Oh? How so?” he paused to rub the sting away for a moment.
“Because it implies immorality and neither of us believe that sex outside of wedlock is immoral!”
“What it implies is disloyalty, and you know quite well that you’re guilty of that!”
Jessie pondered this accusation as the spanking continued.
“You let another man possess you when you know you love me!” Peter declared with sudden confidence.
“Yes. That is true,” she softly agreed, gladdening his heart. He stopped, let her up, took her back on his lap the right way around and embraced her. “Is my spanking over?” she shyly inquired.
“For as naughty as you’ve been? By no means. But I have to tend the stove for a few seconds now,” Peter said, putting her off his lap. She rubbed her bottom through her dress while she watched him turn off the heat under the corn, turn it down under the potatoes and baste the roast. Then he turned to her. “We’ve got about a half hour until it’s all ready. Shall we go upstairs?”
A winding wooden staircase led to a bedroom loft. “Sit down,” he told her, motioning to the wide upholstered bench at the foot of his large maple four-poster bed. She obeyed in quiet excitement
“Now, Jessie,” he began, leaning against the wooden wardrobe opposite with folded arms, “in view of your recent admission that you love me–”
“Did I say that?”
“You didn’t disagree when I said it.”
“Oh, that’s right,” she smiled at him.
“As I was saying, in view of the fact that you love me, your behavior over the weekend with Lionel seems all the more inexcusable.”
Jessie hung her head.
“Jessie, like you, I believe in the validity of free love, but what happened between you and Lionel does not fall under that classification.”
“It doesn’t?”
“No, you simply allowed a man you don’t like to pressure you into sex. No love entered into the equation as far as I can see.”
“Except for my love of spanking and Lionel’s love of sex.”
Peter was momentarily taken aback and realized with excitement that he had finally met a girl who could think.
“Nevertheless,” he replied firmly, “if we’re going to be lovers, you can’t see other men.”
“I won’t!” she promised fervently.
“I tried treating you like an adult, trusting you to go out with Lionel and behave yourself, and look what happened. Now you say I should have forbidden you to go. Does that mean you need to be restricted like a child? Threatened with corporal punishment at the first hint of mischief?”
“Oh, yes, please!” Jessie cried. Peter picked up a hairbrush, tossed it in the air and caught it. She followed its path like a cat enthralled with a bird.
“Now, Jessie, if you really are the good girl you pretend to be, you won’t feel easy until you’ve been properly punished for your crimes against our love, isn’t that so?”
“Yes, sir,” she said in a soft voice that thrilled him.
“In fact, you’ve been so naughty that a simple spanking will not be enough.”
“What else then?” she grew wide-eyed with curiosity, wondering whether he would take off his belt.
“Have you ever been given an enema?”
“No,” she slowly replied, her face reddening instantly.
“Oh, it’s quite a popular punishment for naughty little girls.”
“I wasn’t punished much as a child.”
“Well, we can make up for that now.”
“But why would you –” she faltered for words, “– do that sort of thing to me?”
“Well, for one thing, I think it would help you pay better attention to your spanking.”
“But I would do that in any case!”
“Jessie, I’m not going to argue with you. Take your dress off and hang it in the closet right now.”
Jessie had on a white silk full slip under her dress and a matching combination of bra, garter belt and panties under that. She shyly hung up her dress and turned to look at him.
Peter took a couple of pillows out of a linen chest and piled them one on top of the other in the center of the bed.
“I want you face down with the pillows under your tummy,” he ordered. She slowly assumed this position. “No, dear, don’t lean up on your elbows, lie down.” When Jessie obeyed him he sat beside her on the bed and slowly arranged her exactly the way he wanted her for the delicate operation to follow. “Perhaps you’d better close your eyes and just let this happen,” he told her, pulling up her slip, and lowering her lace trimmed briefs to mid-thigh. Her bottom was as white and pink as a hybrid rose from the spanking and her sex gave off as heady a scent.
“I’m going to leave you for three minutes and you are going to lie quite still until I return. Do you understand me, young lady?”
“Yes,” she meekly replied, squirming with embarrassment over the pillows, though she knew she must look very attractive with her new panties and garter belt from Paris framing her smooth bottom.
Peter disappeared into the adjoining bathroom for the promised three minutes, returning with a pile of towels and a jar of petroleum jelly, which he set on the bed.
“Close your eyes,” he told her, which she did the moment she glimpsed the very full hot water bag which he somehow contrived to suspend from one of the posts of the bed. “Lift up, darling,” he said gently, tucking several towels under her tummy before pressing her back down on the pillows. “Now just lie still and let me examine you,” said Peter, choosing one of Jessie’s favorite words.
Now she felt him spreading her bottom and lubricating her deeply with two fingers.
“I hope you realize, Jessie, that you brought this humiliation on yourself,” Peter told her, spreading her for the nozzle now and gently inserting it between her cheeks. “You wanted to sample new sensations? Well, you’re about to feel a very interesting one.”
“I already am!” she murmured, squirming around the nozzle as he plunged it four inches into her
