Her Old-Fashioned Husband (14 page)

“What are you? A twelve year old girl?” she giggled.

His lips twitched as he tried to stare at her sternly. “Pinky swear,” he said in a growly voice, dropping her onto the bed to tickle her. “Pinky swear.”

“Okay, okay,” she yelled. “I give in.”

He sat back.

“Have you been to the bathroom?” Tom asked as he grabbed the suitcases to put them in the car. Frankie was busy running around checking all the appliances were turned off. Except the fridge.
S
he’d made that mistake once before when they’d left for a week’s holiday.

She wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“I’m fine,” she asked, only half-listening to him. After all, she was twenty-
seven. S
he’d been going to the toilet by herself for years.

“I didn’t ask if you were fine, I’d asked if you’d been to the bathroom, young lady,” he said sternly.

Frankie gaped at him in shock. “Umm, yes.”

“Good, go hop in the car, please,” he said firmly.

She walked slowly to the car, wondering what she had really gotten herself in for. They’d both agreed that Tom was completely in charge for the next two weeks. Of everything. Frankie swallowed heavily. She’d agreed to this but could she really? Was she ready? But then, would she ever be truly ready, how did one
even ready themselves for this?
By the time Tom walked into the garage she was a mess of nerves. She’d talked herself into this then out of it.

Questions rolling around in her head, she didn’t even notice him enter the car and jolted with shock as he took hold of her hand.

“Honey, stop worrying. For the next couple of weeks, I’m in charge. You don’t have to worry about
anything;
you don’t have to think about it, because frankly, you have no say in anything that goes on.”
             

A shiver raced up her spine. “I don’t get a safe word then?”

Tom raised his eyebrows. “And what do you know about safe words?”
             

She shrugged. “I’ve been looking them up.”
             

“Have you just?” he murmured thoughtfully. She blushed a litt
le. She’d been looking into R
oarke’s background. She’d managed to find the club he owned in Waco. But she hadn’t worked up the courage to call him or go there. Tom had gotten rid of the card Roarke had given her, and she wanted to call him and thank him.

Well, okay, she also had an ulterior
motive;
she wanted to help heal the rift between him and Tom. This was a man Tom had once looked up to and cared for. Tom’s pain hurt her and Frankie thought she might be able to help them both. Tom had told her he’d gone to visit Roarke and warned him that he wasn’t to contact her. And that if she ever saw him, she wasn’t to even acknowledge him.

So, Frankie knew she’d be in a hell of a lot of trouble should Tom ever find out what she was contemplating, but this was hurting him and it was the least she could do for him when he did so much for her. Look at them
now;
he’d taken two weeks off from his busy practice to take her on holiday. She’d finished up at work yesterday and it was a relief, if she was honest, she was exhausted and stressed and work only added to her problems.

So while part of her was rebelling against his arrogance, the other part was cheering him on. This is what she needed. To not have to make the decisions, to let herself go.

“
If
I ever do anything you don’t like, tell me to stop and I will.”

“Even when you’re spanking me?” she asked, still fee
ling the effects of her latest spankings.

Tom chuckled. “No, baby, that is one area where it won’t work.
I really think this is what you need, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” she said, not wanting his arrogance to get out of control.

Tom just grinned and reached over to grab her seatbelt. “Let’s get you buckled up and get on our way. We’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of us.”

He did his own belt up before pressing the button for the automatic garage opener then reversing the car out.

“We’re really doing this, then,” she murmured half to herself.

“Yes, baby, we really are.”

“
Shit, I’m in trouble.”

She yelped as Tom slapped her hand sharply. “No swearing. It wouldn’t take much for me to pull this car over and put you over my knee.”

Frankie’s jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t.”

Tom remained quiet.

Damn it. The bastard would really do it.

Yep, definitely in trouble now.

*****

Frankie finished off her hamburger and chips. They’d stopped for lunch and were about two hours away from the cabin, now, although they’d have to do some grocery shopping first, there wasn’t much close by to the cabin and they’d need some supplies.

“Are you finished, honey?” Tom asked her. She nodded and pushed the plate away. “Give me your hands then.”

Puzzled, she held them out to him where he sat across the table and nearly snatched them back when he wiped them clean for her.

“Tom,” she hissed.

He smiled. Then he stood, placing some money on the table for their bill. “Come on, bathroom break then we’ll get on the road again. I know you must be getting tired, honey, you’re doing really well.”

He held out a hand to her and she took it, letting him help her up. He kept hold of it as he turned and walked across the room to the bathroom.

“I don’t need to go to the bathroom,” she told him.

“I didn’t ask.”

With a huff to show she wasn’t impressed, Frankie stomped into the bathroom, squealing as he gave her a sharp smack to her bottom on the way inside.

When she exited the bathroom he was standing there, waiting.

“Did you go?” she asked him sarcastically.

“Why yes, baby, I did,” he said cheerfully. “Come on, let’s get going then. Thank you,” he called out to the waitress as they left. Frankie nodded and smiled, too embarrassed to say anything.

Tom settled her in the passenger seat, buckling up her seatbelt. But instead of immediately jumping into the
driver’s
seat he took hold of her hands and kissed her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back. Closing her door, he moved to the boot of the car, rummaging around before climbing into the
driver’s
side holding a pillow and a blanket.

“What are those for?” she asked suspiciously.

“It’s time for you to have a little nap,” he told her.

Frankie stared at him as he leaned down and pushed the lever on her seat, letting the back drop back. Frankie refused to lie down.
             

“No way, I’m not having a nap,” she said stubbornly, surprised by the young tone that had entered her voice. She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t need a nap.”

“Yes, you do and that attitude just proves my point. You’re being a brat because you’re overtired. You’re run down, Frankie. You’re pale and you’ve lost weight. I’ve been neglecting you and that stops now. You’ll be having a nap each afternoon after lunch and just because we’re traveling today is no reason for you to miss it. Now, I’m going to make you as comfy as possible so you can be all refreshed by the time we get to the cabin.”

“No, I’m not having a nap now or any other day.” Frankie
glared at him. “I’m a grown woman, not a child.” She
hated sleeping during the day and Tom damn well knew that.

“Frankie,
I suggest you do as you’re told,
”
Tom told her in a low voice.

“No,” she told him, pushing the lever on her chair and the back of the seat rose up.

Tom just stared at her, then pushing the pillow and blanket into the back seat, he did up his seatbelt and started up the car. Frankie was surprised by how easily he’d given in, but hey, she wa
s
n’t going to question her luck.

She stifled a yawn as he pulled into a park. The parking lot was empty.

“Why are we stopping?” she asked. She had a bad feeling.

“We’re stopping because someone needs a reminder about obedience
and
I didn’t think the diner car park was the right place to spank you.”
             

Her jaw dropped. Wow, he had never been this strict before. “No, you cannot be serious.”

Ignoring her, Tom got out of the car, moving around to her side. Frankie watched him with an impending sense of doom. Everything seemed to slow down. Her door opened, he reached down and undid her belt, pulling her up. She didn’t even fight him as he pulled her around to the backseat. Opening the door
,
he sat in and pulled her across his lap.

Pushing him to see how far he would take this had not been a good idea.

Shit.

“Someone might see,” she cried.

“Well, you should have thought of that before behaving like a brat,” he told her calmly, lifting her skirt up to show her G-string.

“Well, these make it easy to punish little bottoms.”

Slam!

His hand landed with punishing force, immediately her skin stung, making her gasp. Frankie bit her lip, determined not to cry out. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself.

Smack!

Her other cheek was treated to the same stinging slap, his hand broad and heavy.

“When I tell you to do something, sweetheart, I expect you to do so.”

Slap!

Damn it, she wished he would hurry up. But he seemed determined to take his time, scolding her between each searing spank.

“I know you’re tired.”
             

Smack!

She whimpered slightly. He might be going slowly, but his spanks were hard and left a burning pain in their wake.
             

Smack! Slap!

Two spanks landed in the middle of her ass, nearly covering both cheeks. She kicked her feet.

“I’m sorry,” she cried out, hoping that might be the end of it.

“I’m sure you are.” Smack! Smack! She wiggled, wanting free but he held her tightly. Slap! Slap! “I’m sure you didn’t think you’d be getting your bottom spanked out here where anyone could see.” Smack! Smack!

He moved his hand to her thighs. God, she hated being spanked there.

“Please, sir, no more,” she cried out, tears now tracking down her cheeks as he spanked her thighs slowly but steadily.

“Now you’re going to have to ride the rest of the way on a sore bottom, aren’t you?” Smack! Smack! “Yes, I bet you’re going to be a very sorry little girl.”

Frankie sobbed. Her ass was on fire, her thighs stinging like crazy and no, it was not going to be an enjoyable car ride.

“Open up your legs.”

She gasped. “No, please.”

“Open your
legs.
I’m going to spank the inside of your thighs.”
             

“Please, Tom
,” she begged.

“The longer I have to wait, the longer I’m going to spank,” he warned.

Frankie parted her legs with a wail. Instantly his hand came down sharply on the tender inner skin of her thighs.

“Hold still,” he ordered as she tried to close her legs instinctively seeking to protect herself.

“I can’t,” she wailed.

“Yes, you can or we’re just going to wait here until you do.”

She parted her legs again and held them still through sheer force of will as he smacked her sharply. When he was done, he turned her, tucking her against his chest as she cried. Gradually, she calmed, her bottom still stinging uncomfortably.

“There’s a good girl. Now, how about we get you ready for a nap, okay.”

He kissed the top of her head, before helping her off his lap to sit on the seat beside him. Frankie hissed as her bottom encountered the seat. She whimpered, the rest of the drive was going to be miserable. Tom reached down and grabbed the blanket and pillow. Exiting the back seat, he pulled her out behind him and opened her door. Pushing the back of the seat down, he helped her lie down, on her side, then drew the seat belt over her.

Placing the pillow under her head, he arranged the soft blanket over her before pressing a kiss to her head.

“Sleep well, honey.”

*****

“Yay, we’re almost there.”

Tom smiled at the excitement in Frankie’s voice. Her nap, even though she’d resisted it, had certainly done her some good. She
now
had a sparkle in her eyes and some red flushing her cheeks. He’d worried
he was pushing too fast, but ha
d decided to take Heath’s advice and go with his gut. Sure, it might be a mistake, but it was what he felt they needed.