Gentle Reader,

I'm sorry for the delay, I've been really struggling with this chapter for some reason. I've already got the next chapter going, so hopefully there won't be another six month delay.

Please keep commenting, I love reading them.

Thank you,

RobinDesBois

Just as he had in his dream several months before, Darcy used Elizabeth's moment of surprise to throw her over her shoulder and carry her back to the bed. Once there, he pulled her onto his lap and flipped her over his knees. A hand on the small of her back ensured she retained some movement, but would not be able to attempt to sit up. Elizabeth whimpered and squirmed as he dragged his nails along her inner thigh, then gasped and bucked against the hand on his back when he suddenly pulled his hand away and brought it back hard. He already felt his trousers begin to tighten.

"You've been very naughty, Elizabeth, stealing my shirt." He punctuated his accusation with another swat.

"You tore my nightgown, Mr. Darcy," Lizzy reminded him between gasps as Darcy slowly continued spanking her. "I had to wear something." Darcy began kneading small, firm circles across her warm skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"On the contrary, my love. When we're alone, I would have you wear nothing at all. In fact," Lizzy felt his hand still, then lightly trace down the curves of her bottom and tops of her thighs to the hem of his shirt. "I think you're still overdressed." She gasped again as he swiftly pulled the bottom of the shirt up, exposing her backside to his ministrations and spanking her several more times as she gasped sharply and tried to struggle out of his grasp.

Trying to escape was a mistake; Darcy grabbed the wrist closer to him and pinned it behind her back, then shifted his right leg over hers, pinning her in place.

"My, Lizzy, what a naughty girl you're being today. Now I have to punish you for trying to escape." Her response was a soft whimper that turned into a moan as his hand slid between her thighs and he ran one finger along her slit, finding her wet and ready. "And I think you're starting to enjoy your punishment."

Lizzy moaned in response; she was thoroughly enjoying her punishment; the feeling of his hard thigh pressing into her hips alone was enough to torment her with bliss. Adding to that the absolute surrender of power to her husband and the feeling of his strong hands running over her most sensitive areas, and she had never wanted the man more.

Darcy dragged Lizzy's punishment out making sure to spend time gently rubbing, squeezing, and scratching his wife's soft, round, and slightly pink rear between swats, with the occasional dip between her thighs to ensure her ardor was as ignited by their activities as his was.
Finally, with her skin a warm blush and his manhood straining at the fabric of his trousers, Darcy whispered, "That, my love, should make up for you stealing my shirt." Lizzy began to move as if to sit up, but with a simple shift of his arm, he kept her in her bent over, submissive position. "Did you forget that you earned extra for struggling?"

"Yes, sir," came Lizzy's breathless reply.

"Five more, Lizzy, and I expect you to count them, am I understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

The last five came quickly, with Lizzy breathlessly keeping track. After the last, he released her wrist and her legs to allow her to sit up so he could pull her into his lap and hold her. He had no intention of asking her to repeat the ending of his dream, and wished merely to hold her for a while and tell her how much he loved her.

Lizzy, who hadn't been told of the dream at all, had other ideas. She had wanted him to spank her-had actually begun wondering what she could do to tempt him to it now that she was no longer with child and fully recovered. She was delighted to find it so simple, and quite excited that he appeared to be as impassioned by the activity as she was.

Lizzy's desire for her husband, in fact, was so strong that, rather than curl up in his arms, she pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him with all the fervor he had created in her while she was unable to move. Darcy was caught off guard, but only for a moment.

"Lizzy, you're sure you want this right now?"

"Yes, William, please. Please keep control, I want you so badly."