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Authors: Renee Rose

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Lady Meriwyn's Punishment

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Lady Meriwyn’s Punishment





Renee Rose



©2013 by Blushing Books® and Renee Rose




Copyright © 2013 by Blushing Books® and Renee Rose


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Lady Meriwyn’s Punishment


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. 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

About Blushing Books

About the Author

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Chapter One:


Sir Conrad could not wait to bathe and have his way with his new wife. After being gone a fortnight hunting with the prince, his body was tired, achy and hungry for touch. They'd arrived only a few hours earlier and Meriwyn had run to meet him, throwing herself into his arms, the musical sound of her laughter in his ear. She was his second wife, ten years younger and more beautiful to him than any lady in the kingdom.

She'd accompanied their new princess, Tova, to the kingdom as her lady-in-waiting. He'd been taken by her from the moment he first saw her, and immediately petitioned the prince for her hand. The prince had granted it, after asking Meriwyn if she were willing. They'd been in the great hall, and the prince had summoned Meriwyn to his side at the upper table. Conrad had watched intently as she had bent her head to listen to the prince, then lifted her gaze to meet his eyes across the length of the table. She'd had a deliciously startled look on her face, her lips parted as they'd stared at one another, a silent communication running between them. Her cheeks had colored and she'd answered the prince without breaking her gaze with him. He could see her lips forming the words, “Aye, my lord,” and he'd felt a surge of victory.

Thus far, she'd made an excellent wife, dedicating herself to him and his eight-year-old daughter, Anna, wholeheartedly.

Henic and Hunwald, his squire and page, pulled off his boots, unfastened his leather armor, and helped him out of his clothes. He stepped into the warm bath with a sigh of pleasure. A light tap sounded on the door and Meriwyn entered.

“I'll wash my husband, boys,” she said with an impish smile.

Even Henic at the tender age of ten understood what that meant and both the lads left grinning and waggling their eyebrows at him.

Meriwyn smiled a slow, seductive smile and made an attempt to push her long sleeves back.

“Mayhap you should simply remove your outer dress,” he suggested craftily.

“As you wish, my lord,” she said in a knowing voice and her deft fingers began to unlace her bodice. The bodice fell away and the thin linen chemise beneath did nothing to hide her enticing curves. She knelt beside the bath and leaned forward with the washcloth, the stiff peaks of her nipples steepling the chemise.

“Let down your hair,” he commanded huskily.

She obeyed, unbinding her heavy, dark hair, which fell thick and wavy across her shoulders. He sighed contentedly and settled back against the edge of the wooden tub, watching his lovely wife as she ran the washcloth over his weary body.

He enjoyed her ministrations for a while and then decided he could put it off no longer-- he needed to speak with her before he could do any bedding. While they were away, the princess and Meriwyn had disobeyed the prince and gone outside the castle grounds without guard. Of course, it was Meriwyn's duty to accompany her lady, so he hoped she was faultless in the incident and their conversation would be short.

“Meriwyn,” he said before the washcloth drew too close to his groin and he'd forget his purpose. “Your lady is getting whipped by the prince this afternoon.”

Meriwyn dropped the washcloth and stared at him with dismay.

“Do you know why?”

“M-my lord?”

“Do you know why she is being chastised?”

Meriwyn sat back on her heels and gazed at him, blinking. Then her shoulders slumped as she arrived at her conclusion. “Aye,” she answered glumly, “For leaving the castle grounds.”

“Aye. I know it is your duty to follow your lady wherever she may go, but you also knew it was forbidden.”

Meriwyn's eyes searched his face. “Yes, my lord,” she said quietly.

“I hope that you did everything you could to discourage your lady from disobeying her husband.”

Meriwyn's convulsive swallow and her delay in answering the question told him everything he needed to know. She was a spirited girl, quick-witted and full of opinions. Suddenly, he could imagine her not just following her lady, but encouraging her to disobey. He stood up, water streaming back into the tub. She brought a clean linen cloth and began to dry him when he stepped out of the bath. He caught her wrist as she dried his chest and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Meriwyn?”

Her face had paled. “Yes, my lord?” Her big brown eyes were wide and round, standing out against her light skin.

“Did you encourage your lady to disobey?”

Meriwyn tugged at the wrist he had captured. “I had no idea it was a rule the prince meant to enforce,” she said defensively.

He had to hide his smile, because he truly loved her spirit, preferring a lively woman to a mouse any day. Instead he looked at her sternly. “Then you shall be chastised as well.”

“No!” she exclaimed and wrenched her wrist from him, stepping back.

He was surprised by her defiance-- she'd been nothing but eager to please him since they wed.

She shook her head at him. “I don't need to be...
.” She spit out the last word with a little shake of her head, as if to rid it from her tongue. “I understand what I've done wrong and I will not do it again.”

He hid a smile. “It isn't up to you, Meriwyn. I've decided you
need a spanking and I'm going to give it to you.”

At that, she whirled around and bolted for the door.

“Meriwyn!” he roared.

She froze and turned slowly to face him again, apparently not bold enough to defy his anger. She wrung her hands and abruptly changed her tactics. “I'm sorry, Conrad.” She dropped dramatically to her knees and interlaced her fingers. “I beg your forgiveness,” she pleaded. “Please do not spank me.”

She was so clearly not contrite, desperate to try anything to get out of her chastisement, that he burst into laughter. She looked up at him hopefully.

“I could think of a use for you on her knees like that,” he observed lewdly.

She took a breath, the heave of her chest giving a little bounce to her ample breasts. “You think I do not understand you, sir, but I do.” She swallowed. “And I'm willing.”

Already aroused from the bath and the idea of chasing her around the room to spank her, his cock went rock hard. Her eyes fell on it and widened slightly.
God's blood.
He should not-- he absolutely should not-- let her get out of a punishment by offering him sexual favors. Her eyes moved from his face to his engorged cock and her lips parted. His breath grew ragged and he felt his resolve melting...he simply could not resist. He stepped forward. Her small pale hands reached for his length and guided him into her opened mouth.
Oh God.
So warm, so sweet. He groaned. She licked and sucked tentatively, unsure of what she was doing. Part of him wanted to guide her, but the desire to observe and enjoy her unschooled attempt won out. She raised her eyes frequently to his face, looking for his reactions and responding to his murmurs of approval.

As he grew more excited, he wanted more than she knew how to give. He considered taking her by the hair and thrusting into her mouth as he pleased-- she was taking this as her penance, after all-- but he didn't wish her to learn to dislike the act. He took her hand an showed her where he wanted it-- squeezing tight right at the base of his cock-- and then he gently guided her head in and out, increasing the tempo and depth. Her eyes widened and she looked slightly frightened, but she did not protest and he merrily found his way to completion, pulling out of her mouth to spill his seed on the floor in front of her.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up.

“Did I say you could stand?” he asked.

“No sir,” she said, dropping immediately to her knees again, her eyes fearfully questioning.

His lips twisted into a smile. “You may.”

She made a huffing sound and got to her feet with a stomp. “You toy with me!” she exclaimed indignantly.

He grinned. “Aye, my lady. But you'd best mind your tone or I'll reconsider my decision not to spank.”

She blushed and curtsied. “Thank you, my lord.”

She brought him his clothing and helped him to dress. When he finished, he sat down on a stool and patted his knee. “Come here, Meriwyn.”

She started to approach and then hesitated. Did he wish her to sit upon his lap or lie over it? He laughed openly when he saw her indecision, which made her cheeks grow hot. “Come here, I wish to speak with you,” he said firmly. She stepped forward, hesitatingly.

When she had drawn close enough, he reached for her, pulling her to sit. She gave a deep sigh of relief. He cupped the side of her head with one hand and turned it so that she was forced to look at him. Her eyes danced along the collar of his tunic. “Look at me,” he said gently.

She obeyed, lifting her eyes to meet his dark-lashed hazel ones.

“You are not to encourage your lady to disobey the prince. The next time she is chastised, you will be chastised as well. And you shall
distract me from my purpose a second time by offering me what already is mine to take.”

“As I promised, my lord, I shall not make the same mistake again,” she said in a rush. She didn't know why he found this so amusing, but it was decidedly better than his yelling, which had frightened her so badly she'd nearly wet herself.

He pushed her off his lap and gave her bottom a pat. She felt her face flush again as she thought about that hand actually smacking her bottom in earnest. He quirked a knowing smile at her and stood up, giving the top of her head a kiss. “I need to check on things here at the keep, but I'll see you at supper,” he said.

She curtsied and then sighed when he left. By Our Lady, he'd meant to spank her. Meriwyn was shocked. Of course, husbands spank wives. This should not come as such a surprise to her. But she'd never imagined
would be subject to chastisement. And she certainly hadn't imagined the princess would be. She felt horrible for encouraging her lady to disobey and causing her to be whipped. They'd both thought the rule was silly, and she'd told her no one would stop them with the prince away. No one had-- but apparently their excursion had not gone unnoticed.

Should she go to her lady now? She opened the door and walked down the hall to the prince and princess's room. The door was closed. She hesitated and then shamelessly put her ear to the door. She heard the sound of low voices-- both the prince's and her lady's. She turned and quickly retreated.

Her lady did not call for her before supper, so she waited for a glimpse of her in the great hall and watched when she emerged down the stairs with the prince. Meriwyn didn't know what she'd expected, but she was surprised to see her lady nestled tightly against her husband, his arm draped protectively around her. Even when they sat at the high table they sat as if stuck together, his arm wrapping around her and stroking her arm and side. Her eyes were slightly red-rimmed and she certainly appeared subdued, but not sullen or angry.

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