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"Yes, I'll be on my horse, but I promise that your trip in the coach won't be boring,"
Derand came back, still being nothing but pleasant. "Let's have lunch now, and
then I'll show you why you won't be bored."
Seea looked ready to demand an answer right now, then clearly remembered that
forcing an answer out of him before he was ready to give it just wasn't possible.
She blew out a small breath of vexation, then let herself be seated at the table. The
meal wasn't very involved and before long they'd finished the last of it. Derand
emptied the last of his tea down his throat, and then he stood up.
"There's something I need to talk to you about before we leave," he said without the
lightness his voice had held earlier, holding out his hand to Seea. "I don't want the
conversation interrupted, so let's hold it somewhere other than this sitting room."
After a brief hesitation Seea rose to her feet, then let Derand guide her to and into
his bedchamber. Derand could see that she wasn't at all happy to go with him, but
she knew well enough that refusal would do no good at all. Once they were inside
the bedchamber with the door closed behind them, Derand guided her to the middle
of the room before releasing her arm.
"To say I'm furious with you would be severely understating the matter," Derand
said without any more delay, staring down at this woman who was his wife. "I
would have sworn you knew better than to lie to me and play games, but obviously
you don't."
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"What lies and games are you talking about?" Seea responded after another
hesitation, her cheeks having gone pink. "You seem to think there are so many, so
you'll have to be more specific."
"You lied when you said you tried to find me before the executions," Derand
answered flatly, in no mood to beat around the bush. "You knew I didn't want you
there, so you avoided me even after you came out into the courtyard. If you hadn't
wanted to be there you would have spoken to me as soon as you came out, but
instead you deliberately disobeyed me and attended."
"You never told me not to attend, so how can you call it disobeying?" she
countered, not quite looking at him. "I may have stretched the truth a bit about not
being able to find you, but since you hadn't told me I had to find you the
exaggeration can't be called disobeying."
"Getting picky and technical isn't going to save you," Derand stated, hearing the
near growl in his voice. "I also happen to know that you deliberately resisted when
I made love to you, giving me what you considered a just punishment. As I said
that night, I'm not the one who gets punished, I'm the one who does the punishing."
"But you can't punish me now, not when we're almost ready to leave," she protested
when he took her arm and began to lead her to a chair. "If you do then the trip will
be terrible for me!"
"But it won't be boring," Derand said, sitting down and pulling her over his knees.
"You may remember I promised that, and I like to keep my promises."
Seea began to struggle, of course, but Derand had no trouble holding her down. He
also had no trouble pulling up her skirts and throwing them over the upper part of
her body, which made holding her still even easier. Beneath the skirts she wore a
silk undergarment that could almost be called breeches, stretching as it did from her
waist to just above her knees. The undergarment was tied at her waist on the right,
so Derand undid the ties and pushed the silken thing down to her knees.
Under the covering was Seea's lovely round bottom, the bottom Derand had been
attracted to from the moment he'd first seen it. He caressed that lovely seat with his
hand the way he so enjoyed doing, and Seea moved in silent protest at the touch.
She knew well enough what was coming, and obviously also knew that any words
she spoke would make the time even harder for her. But Seea only knew part of
what was coming, although in another minute she would certainly know the rest.
Derand had prepared for this time, so he reached to his belt and took out one of the
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toys he'd appropriated from Waysten's apartment. The item was nothing more than
a round black bead with a thin string attached, but it would serve the same purpose
Derand's lost device had and would be easier to use and carry. Its shiny surface was
also on the slick side, so he had no trouble quickly separating Seea's cheeks and
thrusting the bead inside her.
"Oh, no, not again!" Seea shrieked, for a moment fighting even harder to free
herself before suddenly going very still. "You can't do this to me again, you just
can't!"
"Oh, but I can," Derand disagreed, stroking her bottom again to prove the point.
"You deliberately refrained from doing your wifely duty properly, so you can't say
you didn't earn this punishment. And believe me, my girl, you will remember it for
quite some time."
And with those words Derand began to spank her, even the first stroke making her
yelp and squirm and jump. Her firm round bottom felt so good to the palm of his
hand that he came close to humming as he smacked that bottom again and again,
quickly bringing a proper ruddiness to the white. Seea was now shrieking
wordlessly as her legs tried to kick, the bead inside her making her wild as his hand
came down on her seat over and over again. No, he thought, boredom would not be
her problem in the coach.
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