Lauren was standing in the middle of Thomas's exquisite kitchen, uneasily examining the coffee maker and trying to figure out how to actually coax a cup from it when he entered the room, armored again in a beautifully tailored charcoal gray suit. Stepping up behind her, he reached one arm over her shoulder and pressed a button. Instantly the stainless-steel monstrosity began obligingly percolating a wonderful-smelling brew. As she slid to the right to step away from him and ease towards the door, Thomas's back was to her, opening one of the cherrywood cabinets and pulling down two white mugs.
"Stay here."
His voice halted her instantly, one foot actually lifted to step from the room. Embarrassed that he could make her obey so effortlessly, Lauren gritted her teeth before replying, "I was just-"
"-running away, I know." Thomas turned to her, his polar gaze sweeping over her well-worn jeans. "Do you wear those abominations often?"
Brow furrowed, Lauren looked down, trying to figure out what he was talking about. Her flowered Toms? Her clothes?
"Those ratty jeans," he clarified. "They're inappropriate. I want to see you in dresses and skirts. Leggings and yoga pants only for actual physical exercise." His lovely new wife was staring at him, her mouth open in what was clearly infuriated surprise. Thomas refrained from chuckling, but he was, admittedly, enjoying breaking in his bride, just a bit.
"You're actually trying to dictate what Iwear?"Lauren burst out angrily and unwisely. She realized the unwise element when Thomas straightened, strolling casually to her and edging her back against the wall by his proximity. Deliberately placing one hand, then the other against the wall behind her, her terrifying new spouse pressed his suited chest against hers.He smells so good,the girl thought, dazed and trying to hide that he scared the hell out of her. Thomas's chest was firm, and she could still smell his body wash from the shower.
"Look at me."
When she did, her eyes had darkened to a furious violet, and Lauren's chest was heaving angrily.
"This is where you say, 'Yes, Thomas?' Go ahead." Williams was relentless. He knew the slightest softness now might make her think she actually had a say in this partnership- it was still so odd to say the word, marriage.
"Yesss, Thomas?" Lauren not-quite hissed.
One big hand left the wall by her head and took her chin between his fingers. "Perhaps, darling, you are under the illusion that our union is a regular one, with bickering and disagreements and endless wrangling to get what you want. I will disabuse you of this notion immediately. You are a Corporation wife. You are here to be clever and pretty and act as a gracious hostess while keeping your mouth shut about anything related to Corporation business. I have a standard I expect you to uphold as my wife. Foolish or bad behavior from you reflects on me. And The Corporation. And more to the point- decisively reflects poorly on your father's continued good health." Thomas could see his warning was hitting home. The girl's cheeks had been prettily flushed pink by her anger, and now they were white, her huge purple eyes gazing into his. "So, little one, when I give you an instruction, you are to listen and implement it without argument and with no pouting. Are we clear?"
Lauren's hands were clenched in fists so tight that her knuckles were white and her nails cut into her palm. She wasn't a particularly meek person. She was shy, not always comfortable with scrutiny from others, but her mother at least had raised her to speak up for herself. But here...
She jumped when Thomas suddenly shouted, "ARE. WE. CLEAR?"
"Yes!" Lauren yelled back. "YES, Thomas!" He was so close to her, his beautiful eyes the color of a frozen sea and glaring into hers, his warm, hard body pressing her so firmly into the expensive paint that she expected it to be embedded in her shirt. She instantly recognized that shouting back was a mistake when her new husband's mouth firmed into a straight line and he took her by her upper arms and led her to a chair. Seating himself, Thomas immediately pulled his rigid bride over his lap, one hand quickly gathering her wrists behind her back and holding them immobile while his other hand rested on her ass, keeping her down when the shocked girl tried to rise.
"What are you- what do you think you're DOING, Thomas!" Despite her furious growling, it never occurred to Lauren that this horrible man would actually attempt to spank her like she was an eight-year-old throwing a tantrum! In fact, the girl had never been spanked or slapped. Her mother Aurelia despised corporal punishment and Frank wasn't around enough to really care.
"You're not going to-"
Thomas yanked down her jeans with one firm jerk at the cloth and then ran his rough palm appreciatively over her lace panties. Lauren snarled and tried to wiggle again as she felt the warmth of his hand over her buttocks. In fact, his palm was so big it easily cupped one cheek while his long fingers stroked the other.
"Yes, darling. I am," Thomas commented, still enjoying her pert ass and rather looking forward to turning it red. He pulled her pretty undies down her thighs despite his wife's furious struggles, "You are a bad girl. I do not tolerate bad girls, and this is what happens when you require correction." To Lauren's horror, he suddenly chuckled as he stroked the smooth skin of her ass. "Though correction is not always what will earn you a spanking. Sometimes, being a very good girl will have the same result. Just not as painful."
Lauren was livid with anger and embarrassment. This horrible man had her over his lap and he was staring at her bare butt! He was touching it! She hated this smug, insufferable bastard!
"You smug, insufferable ba- OW, Thomas! Stop it!" His hand came down again, this time on her other cheek. "STOP IT! I'm not a child!"
Thomas's next strike was a resounding slap, managing to nail both soft globes with one harsh swat. "No," he agreed amiably, "even a child wouldn't be this spoiled and obstinate. This spanking will continue for as long as you fight me. Then, when you stop, you will receive twenty more. You will also count them, and thank me for each strike on this luscious arse of yours."
"Like HELL I will! You're- OW! Thomas will you cut this shit out- OW!"
Sliding his hand appreciatively over the rosy color of her bottom, Thomas kept his voice level. "Yes, baby. You will. And in addition, you will receive five more strikes for cursing. That is another vulgar habit you will end immediately." His voice was even and calm, but his focus was entirely on the feel of her- the warmth radiating off her insulted bottom, the corresponding sting on his palm. Thomas had always preferred to administer a spanking with his hand- enjoying the intensity of his flesh striking that of his submissive. How the pain on his hand from striking the flesh resonated with their agony. And this girl - this stubborn, infuriating child -it must be the American in her,he thought,never stopping her yowling and struggling.His lips curved in what could be considered a fond smile as he slapped her ass again, enjoying Lauren's enraged shriek. She was still kicking those strong legs furiously, trying to dislodge herself from his lap and adamantly refusing to give in. Finally losing his patience, Thomas pulled her legs apart and landed a harsh blow on her nether lips, enjoying her strangled scream. Putting a hand in her blonde curls, he grabbed a fistful and turned her shocked face to meet his. "Perhaps harsher methods are required here. Very well. I shall commence slapping your tender, slick cunt instead of your arse until you comply. Would you prefer that?"
Lauren was so stunned she couldn't speak- her horrified brain couldn't even form a complete sentence. No one, NO ONE had EVER touched her there, much less slapping her- that, uh, part of her! And calling it the C-word like she was some sort of slut? This son of a- "AAAH!" the girl screamed this time, the slickness of her making her horrible, awful, vile husband's smack on her girl parts sting even worse.
Instantly abandoning her furious intent to not give into him, Lauren sobbed, "O- One, th- th- thankyouThomas!"
Raising one elegant brow, Williams smiled darkly. Excellent. Now he knew at least one of this stubborn creature's breaking points. "Very good, darling." His hand moved up to safer, but sorer territory and landed another slap on her crimson ass.
"Two!" Lauren gritted tearfully, hate radiating so strongly from her that he could almost taste it. "Uh- thank you, Thomas!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
