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question your judgment again!”
    He lowered the strap and looked at her. Through her tears, she saw pain in his eyes. “You do question my judgment, don't you?” It was if he was just realizing it now that she'd put words to it.
    “No! No, sir. Please,” she begged him, still sobbing, tensed and waiting for the next stripe.
    He tossed the strap onto the bed, but did not release her ankles. He gave her five hard slaps with his hand, which should have been a relief after the strap, except that her bottom was so raw and sore that even a caress would pain her. She jerked and sobbed. “Forgive me, Conrad. Please.”
    He nodded, running his hand lightly over her burning cheeks, his thumb brushing her sex. “I forgive you,” he said grimly.
    She blinked at him through her tears. She didn't believe him.
     
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    Chapter Four
     
    He sat down on the bed beside her and pulled her onto his lap and into his arms. She did not hide from him this time. Instead, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, choking him as her tears wet his neck. He rubbed her back and kissed her head. “I love you, Meriwyn,” he whispered and she clung more tightly.
    The spanking had not gone as he'd planned. He had intended to punish her gently-- to not frighten her, but rather, to show her that he was a fair and just disciplinarian. He wanted her to understand that she could trust him. After all, it was her concern with his meting of discipline that had caused their rift. Yet she'd refused to bend to his will until he showed her his full dominance. Now she was so completely submitted to him he doubted he could pry her arms from him if he tried. But if his dominance made her even more afraid of his punishments, then it had failed its purpose. She needed comforting, but his instinct told him she also needed to him remain dominant, else her own pride would rise again and she'd feel humiliated and angry by the way he'd spanked.
    He stood and carried her to the head of the bed, where he laid her down. She did not settle into the the bed, though, but sat up anxiously, the remnants of her crying still causing her to sniffle and hiccup. He pulled off his tunic, then sat to unlace his boots. Meriwyn scrambled off the bed to do it for him.
    “Nay, Meriwyn. Get back in the bed,” he ordered, pulling one boot off.
    Her fingers worked the laces on the other boot. He stopped her by cupping her chin and lifting her face to his. “Obey me, wife,” he commanded, holding her eyes with a challenge.
    She stared at him for moment, then swallowed and crawled slowly back into the bed.
    “I'm sorry, Conrad,” she whispered.
    “I'm not angry with you, Meriwyn. I told you that you were forgiven and I meant it.”
    She started crying afresh and he laid beside her and held her to his chest, stroking her thick hair and murmuring to her. “It's all right. Everything is going to be all right.”
    After a time she quieted again and he brushed her hair back to try to see her face. “It takes courage to submit to your husband,” he praised her. Her head came out of its hiding place against his chest and she blinked at him with her long wet lashes. The vulnerability he saw there tugged at his heart. He felt gratitude for the gift of her submission and with it came a fierce need to protect. She was his now more than she had ever been before and he absolutely cherished her. He traced her cheekbone with his thumb and gazed at her with all the warmth of his love. As he held her gaze, the anxiety faded from her face and she settled her head down on his shoulder as if she were basking in the glow of his affection. Her eyes blinked slowly and then closed, so he traced first her eyebrows and then her delicate eyelids. Tomorrow they would not be so red.
    He woke in the morning to the feeling of her hand reaching inside his leggings grip his cock, which stood up with a surge of approval. He groaned and reached for his beautiful wife, but she was already crawling down between his